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A few years ago I met up with a very hot college kid (I was in my late 50’s). This kid was literally Sean Cody material. He walked into my house and just to clear the air I asked him “ am I ok for you?” He said “yea, why?” I said “well for one thing, I’m old enough to be your father.” He said “dude, you’re older than my father, and you’re hot!” I laughed my ass off, then he fucked me hard and came multiple times.

I love fertile cum being pumped up my hole. I love the sensation of heat as sperm is swimming deep inside my pussy looking to impregnate me. My ass is open for all loads whether shooting blanks or high potency. I’ll take the top’s DNA and RNA and absorb it.

Hi! Sorry for the long wait between chapters. Writing is hard and motivation is scarce. Fortunately, I had a hot encounter with a big hot bear recently that gave me a spark of inspiration so here's Part 3 of 4 to the story of the Dirty Daddy and the Dumb Boy. Not gonna lie, this was rushed and not spellchecked! Forgive any typos or stuff that just doesn't make sense. I just wanted this get this out ASAP. ------- Part 3 My vision was getting blurry and the room seemed to be slightly spinning. I soldiered on, determined to finish this job and collect the money I needed. I was eager to get out of this dangerous situation as fast as I could. I’ve never drank this much before so the effects of the alcohol were new to me. I didn’t know my own limits and unfortunately I had unknowingly passed the line already. While trying to fight against my spaghetti legs I suddenly felt Papa’s hands grab both of my shoulders which helped me keep my balance. He took a hold of my body and pointed me towards the bed. “Sit down on my bed, boy. You look like you’re close to falling over. Take a load… off.” It seemed like he was being courteous but I didn’t see the evil glint in his eye that would’ve indicated otherwise. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I just drank a little more than I should’ve.” He led me to bed, rubbing my shoulders along the way until I plopped down. He stood in front of me, putting his hands back on my shoulders, his giant furry belly at eye level with me. Glancing down I saw his huge cock tenting in his underwear, with a wet spot right where the tip of this mushroom head was. The thought of wanting to see his cock flashed in my mind, and then I noticed my own arousal making my cock stir, this was wrong. Papa started rubbing the back of my neck and head, each rub pulling me slightly closer towards him almost as if he was subtly guiding me towards his crotch. The musk emanating from his crotch was very strong. The stench invading my nose served as a reminder of what was at stake if I didn’t take control of the situation. I tried to move my head back but his firm grip on the back of my head kept me from retreating. “Relax, boy. You’re so tense right now. Just let Papa make you feel good.” Suddenly, he pushed my face into his crotch, I could feel the heat from his tool and a strong throb. I was going to protest verbally but he worked my neck with his big strong hands and I melted into him, they felt so good. Between the liquor, the massage, his musk, and sexual tension of it all, I was completely lost. I surrendered myself to Papa and let him run his hands all over me. “Good boy. Your body feels so good and soft to touch.” I let out a small moan. “I’ve never had a massage before, this feels amazing.” He became more aggressive, rubbing me all over my neck, back, and chest. Every once in a while he would graze my crotch, making my dick jump from the sensation. With one hand Papa grabbed my neck and forced my head upwards, my eyes met his gaze. Something was different, he didn’t have the kind, caring eyes that he had beforehand. His look was more stern, his eyes demanded my attention. He leaned forward and his lips met mine. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, meeting mine in a passionate kiss. With each passing moment he became more aggressive while we made out. Every once in a while he would break our kiss to rub my pecs, lick my neck and ears, or grab my cock. After making out for about five minutes, Papa pulled away. He took his underwear off and then tugged mine off. He began to slowly stroke my cock. My dick was harder than it had ever been before, leaking a bead of precum. “Your lips are so soft, I bet they’d feel amazing on my cock.” His fat cock looked and smelled delicious. Something about his nasty musk lured me in. His pheromones were doing their work on me… along with the liquor. I wanted it in my mouth but I still had some sense. “You have HIV. I can’t put your cock in my mouth, I don’t want to get infected.” Papa laughed. “Trust me boy, sucking on it is safe. It’s my cum that’s toxic anyways, no one’s ever gotten infected from just sucking on another man’s cock.” It sounded plausible enough to me and Papa seemed like such a nice guy, why would he lie? My mind was being tortured by the decision I had to make; Suck Papa’s dick or quickly make an exit. Flashes of the encounter I had with the older man I met while at college flashed through my head. The way he tried to seduce me, chickening out, and later having second thoughts about letting him have his way with me. While deliberating, Papa gave his fuck stick a couple of shakes and I watched thick bead of precum drip down and hit the floor. I thought to myself “Fuck it. As long as I'm just sucking him, it should be safe.” I opened my mouth and he took that as enough consent. He pulled into his musky crotch, his cock head slipped past my lips. I held onto his sides to find my balance, and began slurping his head, sucking it like a lollipop. "Mm, fuck boy—just like that," he says, the hard fleshy member throbbed as I sucked on it. I felt this fingertips massaging my head and subtly controlling my movements at the same time. He slowly pushed my head down into him, his dick sliding deeper into my mouth until he tickled my tonsils with his tip. "Good boy, that's a nice cocksucker! You’ve got a pussy mouth." "Thank you," I muttered, muffled by his member. I felt proud that I was doing such a good job sucking his dick, it was my first time and I was already getting compliments. I was eager to do a good job. I rolled my tongue around my cockhead for a second before slurping the shaft down, going all the way to the base of his 8 inch cock, and burying my nose into his fatpad. I immediately gagged. “Slow down, boy. Don’t kill yourself on my cock just yet. I like nice, slow head. That’s how my boys usually get me to blast my load down their throats, try it.” The idea of Papa blasting his load down my throat excited me but I knew it was dangerous. Sucking him was one thing, but letting him infect me with a viral load was different. I struggled against Papa’s firm grip on my head enough for his cock to slip out of my mouth. He looked disappointed. “Sorry Papa, I don’t mind sucking your cock but I don’t want you to cum in my mouth. You said it was toxic.” I was being assertive, finally taking control of the situation. Things had already progressed too far, I couldn’t believe the liquor messed with my mind and made me suck off his dirty daddy. “That’s why you have to swallow it all after I cum.” Papa said matter of factly. “Your stomach acid will do the rest of the work and kill the virus. Didn’t you learn that in school, boy? Now if I shot a hot load in your ass, that would be a different story. You’d definitely be in trouble.” Of course that’s how it works. How would I be so stupid? Papa’s logic made total sense to me. Sucking him off was fun and I didn’t really want to stop anyways. My only fear was getting infected by him shooting his load in my mouth but I didn’t have to worry about that if I just gulped it down. Papa moved closer to me, he grabbed the back of my head again and pushed his cock back into my mouth and I greedily sucked on it. "Fuck. That's good throat," Papa’s hips started to move in sync with his hands to gently fuck my face. "You’re doing a GREAT job, boy! You’re working that nut out of my sack.” "Thank you, Papa," I mumbled on his cock, trying not to gag. I looked up into his eyes and saw his face contort as he moaned and seethed in pleasure. His groans grew increasingly primal, grunting like an animal as he pushed his cock into my throat. I could feel it throb and expand as he got closer to orgasm. He was really into getting the motion of fucking my face. What started out as gentle and slow was becoming rough and frantic. Suddenly he pushed his cockhead past my tonsils, and touched the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to back up, but his hand on my head kept me steady as his cock started to throb and leak a ton of precum into my mouth. "I'm fucking cumming, boy! Here comes my toxic spunk, open that throat wide!" Suddenly I could feel his cock blast ropes of hot cum into the back of my throat. I made sure to swallow everything as fast as I could, it was difficult to do with Papa’s cock almost blocking my airway completely. "Fuuuuuck… fuuuuuck…" he groaned with each pump, his body convulsed while he thrust his dick into my mouth. It took a full minute for Papa to finish his orgasm. He withdrew from my mouth leaving a trial of slobber and cum from my lips to the tip of his cock. I made sure to swallow whatever was left in my mouth. “Whew boy, I needed that! Was that your first time sucking cock? You’re a natural.” He shook his cock at me, flicking a bit of cum into my face. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed at a loss for words, drunk and confused about what I just did. Papa walked around the bed and then laid down on it. He grabbed me and pulled into his bed with him. We laid side by side with his arm around my shoulder. He started stroking my cock while stroking his. I was amazed that he was still rock hard after cumming “I thought everyone went soft after an orgasm, how do you still have an erection?” Papa gave a slight chuckle. “I’m just always horny boy, as long as I’m turned on I can keep going. I can cum multiple times and the second load is always the biggest. ” He had impressive stamina for a man his age. He flashed a devilish smile at me. “You know… you made me feel really good with your mouth so maybe I can return the favor by making you feel really good too.” I was intrigued, everything he did to me so far felt amazing. “What did you have in mind?” “Flip over and lay on your stomach. Now.” I did as I was told. Papa sat up and climbed over me, straddling my legs between his while he knelt over me. I felt his cock slap my asscheek. “Just relax, boy. I’m going to take you to paradise.” I let out a sigh as he began kneading my back with his big, strong hands. At that point, I totally let go. My body was buzzing and I’m pretty sure I was drooling a little bit. In my drunken state I began to sink into the bed. I was starting to drift in and out of consciousness, not enough to black out but enough for my head to be enveloped in a hazy fog. Papa shifted around while massaging me and I felt his cockhead grinding against my crack, slowly parting my cheeks. “You ready for paradise, boy?” Papa asked. “Yes” I mumbled, unaware of what was about to take place next. “Good. Cuz you’re all mine now.” The predator caught his prey. Part 4 - The big finale will be out before the end of the year. (Hopefully).

Thanks for all your comments! So here's the next part of the journey. Hope you enjoy.... Part 4: The Biohazard Archives: Poz Stories and Porn The calm lasts for the rest of the night. It's a lie, of course, but a comforting one. You sleep soundly, the secret in the freezer a cold, quiet anchor. But the next morning, the lie shatters. You're making coffee. You open the freezer. The condom is still there, but that's all it is. A memory, a pathetic little trophy frozen in time. A toxic bomb, now defused and dead. The risk is gone. Without its poison, it's just a sad piece of rubber. The magic is gone. And in that moment, you realize the chilling, undeniable truth: the memory is not enough. The fantasy is not enough. The hunger is a demand, not a request. And a demand cannot be satisfied by watching. It has to be hunted. You sit back down at your laptop. The screen's glow is a sterile comfort in the dark room. You don't go to the usual apps, the ones filled with "safe" men and "normal" hookups. You go to a search engine and type in the words that have been echoing in your mind. You find a place called Breeding Zone. It's a forum, a digital promised land, and you click through the warning page without a second thought. Creating the profile feels like a clandestine act. The username is a string of random letters and numbers, untraceable. For the avatar, you don't use a picture of your face or your body. You use a close-up, macro shot of your PA ring—the heavy, 00g tribal dream circle of steel. It's a signal. A flag. And then you are in. The forum titles hit you like a physical blow. They aren't coded in polite euphemisms; they are raw, honest, and terrifyingly familiar. My First Pozzing Story. Toxic Load in a Public Toilet. Neg Bottom Looking for My First Gift. A wave of relief so powerful it makes you dizzy, washes over you. You're not a monster hiding in the shadows. You're home. These are your people. They speak your language. They understand the hunger, the need, the dark, beautiful thrill of the chase. This becomes your ritual for the next weeks. Every night, you would return to the same story, the multi-part epic called "Sleazy Sauna." The thread is massive with hundreds of thousands of views. You start reading, your heart hammering against your ribs. From the first sentence, you are not just reading; you are remembering. You are the narrator. You are the safe, middle-aged neg guy walking into that run-down sauna, the smell of damp and chlorine in the air. You feel the eyes of Sid, the old, skinny regular, on you, the thrill of his directness as he compliments your tattoos and casually asks, "Want to fuck?" And then you get to the line that makes you stop and re-read, your breath catching in your throat. When the narrator – when you - ask about a condom, Sid just keeps fucking and says, "I hate the things. Haven’t used them since I was diagnosed." At first, the word doesn't fully land. Diagnosed. It hangs in the air, a clinical, sterile word in the middle of this filthy, intimate act. And then it clicks. This isn't just some old man who prefers to fuck bare. This is a poz man who is planning to plant his toxic seed in your ass without a single thought or care as to whether you are neg or not. For a normal, safe guy, that moment should be a full-stop, a siren blaring, a reason to scream and run. It should be the definition of disturbing. But you can feel it happening to you—the shock, the fear, and the overwhelming, horned-up decision to just go along with it, to let the risk wash over you because the feeling is too good to stop. But it's the second part of the story that truly destroys you. You are again the narrator, having been tested negative and handed a get-out-of-jail-free card. And yet, you are back at the sauna, your heart pounding, your hole twitching with a need you can't explain. You hear Bill at the counter warn the you, "We've a few more in today - couple of guys I 'ain't seen for a while 'cos they've been sick. They don't take meds so their immune system is fucked." You're hard instantly, stroking yourself as you read. You are in that dark room, being pulled between two unseen bodies. You know, with a sick certainty, that these are them. These are the two toxic trolls Bill warned you about, the ones with the highly charged, untreated loads. You are the one sandwiched between them, crying with shame and depravity, feeling the ultimate surrender as you push back and squeeze your hole around their thrusting cocks, eager to milk more poz cum from them and get yourself knocked up. The words on the screen get you close, but they aren't enough to finish you. You need the visuals. You need the sounds. You minimize the forum and open the video file. You find the clip. It opens on a scene of profound intimacy. A bottom is on his back, his legs thrown up in the air, surrendering completely. A top is above him, moving inside him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Their connection is palpable, a quiet dance of flesh that feels more like a shared prayer than a simple fuck. The gentle, rhythmic slap of skin is the only sound besides their soft moans. Then, the top’s voice cuts through the quiet, a low murmur now laced with a sudden, sharp tension. "I think it broke." And in that moment, you are the bottom. A jolt of pure ice-water panic floods your veins. This wasn't supposed to happen. This was supposed to be safe. Your mind races, screaming at you to push him off, to stop this right now. But your body betrays you. The slow, hypnotic rhythm doesn't stop, and the pleasure is too exquisite, too all-consuming. The fear is there, a sharp edge, but it's dulled by the overwhelming sensation. The top's words were a quiet confession, but to you, they are a test. He needs you to make the choice. The bottom’s response is a choked whimper of pure, unadulterated need, his back arching to meet each deep, steady thrust. "Fuck me anyway. I don't care." You understand that whimper. It's the sound of reason shattering. It's the moment the fear begins to curdle into something else—something dark and thrilling. Your hand is on your own cock, stroking in time with the slow, hypnotic rhythm on the screen. "Do you want me to pull out when I cum?" the top asks, his voice a strained whisper. He's offering one final escape, one last chance for safety. "Of course not," the bottom moans, his voice thick with unwavering desire, pulling him in closer, a silent refusal to let him escape. "But I'm positive," the top says, his voice a quiet, final warning. He's laid all his cards on the table. The risk is now real. It has a name. "I don't care," the bottom breathes. "I want your seed so bad. I want your shit... so fucking good!" That's it. That's the moment of total surrender. The fear doesn't just fade; it transforms into a desperate, all-consuming craving. The thought of his charged load, of his poz seed, is no longer a danger. It's the prize. It's what you want. They continue, the sound of a poppers cap being unscrewed cutting through the heavy breathing. The camera is locked in a single, unchanging POV. You see nothing but the top's cock, now sheathed in the tattered, broken latex, as it slowly sinks into the bottom's ass, then just as slowly withdraws. You don't see their faces. You are the bottom, feeling that broken rubber dragging against your rim with every slow, deliberate stroke. Then, a new sound. A deep sniff. The sound makes your own hand tremble with anticipation. You fumble for your own bottle, unscrewing the cap and bringing it to your nostril, timing your own sharp, desperate inhalation to perfectly match the one you are hearing through the laptop speakers. The rush hits you, a warm wave washing over you, dissolving the last of your resistance. The fear is gone, replaced by a blissful, open hunger. Your mind is no longer thinking about risk; it's focused only on the feeling, on the need to be filled, to be bred. Your head swims, your vision blurs at the edges, and your own moaning grows louder, more guttural, mingling with the sounds from the video until you can't tell where you end and the screen begins. The cock on screen never stops its slow, deliberate motion. Then, another sniff, this time from the top. You hear it, and without hesitation, you take another hit yourself, your body in perfect sync with the men you can only hear. The second rush deepens the hunger, solidifies it into a single, burning purpose. "Yeah, give me your seed," the bottom begs, his voice cracking with emotion. "Give me that fucking charged load, yeah, cum in me deep." You feel the words in your own throat. You want to beg for it, too. "Yeah, I'm gonna knock you up," the top growls, his rhythm finally beginning to speed up. "Cum as deep as you can," the bottom cries out. The top grunts, his body tensing as he unloads. He pulls out, and the camera holds on the bottom's gaping, red hole. A single, thick, perfect drop of white cum wells up and drips down. The sight of that charged drop, the sound of those words, amplified by the poppers flooding your system, is the guaranteed trigger. You cum, a huge, explosive load that shoots all over your chest and face, a desperate, solitary offering. You slump back in your chair, panting. You look down at your new jogging pants. Another load soaking into the fabric. They're stiffening with dried cum, becoming a beloved cumrag, a physical testament to how deep you're being drawn in. It was a powerful, intense orgasm, but as the waves of pleasure recede, you're still staring at the screen. The forum is just a collection of words. The clip is just pixels. And you are still alone in your apartment, your pants stiffening with another load. The relief is temporary. The hunger is permanent.

Once upon a time I invited a young 23 yo stud on a business trip. He fucked and loaded me 11 times in 24 hours. Each fuck was anywhere between 30 min to hour and a half. My hole was throbbing for days afterwards.

When I was in my 20’s, I chased after guys in their 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s. Not only was I so attracted to them, they were so good at sex. They’re more passionate and caring. They knew exactly what felt good. Interestingly, as I’ve gotten older, I still love daddies much older than me.

It’s only creepy if they think it’s creepy. And since you seem to have a regular thing going with them, I seriously doubt they have an issue with the age gap. I do understand your questioning, since I was in confronted the same issue about 4 years ago. I was 58 and the Grinder hookup was 19. I asked him directly and he assured me he was more than OK with the age gap. In fact, he confessed he had been with a few guys who were in their 60’s before. So enjoy while it lasts!

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** The character of “Dr Matthew” appears in a couple of chapters of my previous story “The Ten,” and is briefly mentioned in another of my stories “Recharge: Nachladen,” about the Berlin sex party: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/77207-the-ten/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/91253-recharge-party-nachladen/ “Ric” and “Mateo” appear in several of @chi4loads’ stories, including “Ric’s Freshman Year,” and,” and “Ric's 2nd Year At University,” with gracious permission from @chi4loads. Thank you! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/ Dr. Matthew’s Slow and Gradual Conversion Growing up, Matthew Joon Hill was a total bookworm, fascinated by science and biology. Straight As in all scientific subjects matched with a quest for knowledge put him on the path to become a doctor. It felt to him that this is what he was meant for in life. High school flew by for him in 3 years as he got to skip a grade. He mostly ignored any taunts of “nerd,” or “faggot” from high-school bullies as he had his science books to escape into. First chemistry, then biology were fixations for him, and when it came time for college, having aced all his entrance exams, he had multiple schools trying to recruit him for a pre-med track. From all his studies, young Matthew J. Hill didn’t think he had any time for a social life, but once he got to college he discovered, to his surprise, that both guys and girls were attracted to him. Despite his middle name meaning “handsome” in Korean, he was fairly oblivious to the way he looked, but his ½ Korean, ½ Scandinavian heritage had made him fairly exotic among his lily-white high-school. Today, he might be called a “short king,” as he stood all of 5’7”, but he had a tight lean body from years of running track in high school – his only non-scientific activity. And so in college, he hadn’t thought of himself as attractive but one day early in his freshman year, his dorm neighbor Ric who lived down the hall, made a surprising admission to Matthew: “Matty, you know, Mateo and I think you’re really hot.” (Mateo was Ric’s boyfriend, and together, they had quite a reputation among the dorm for their sexual conquests). Matthew was vaguely aware of their exploits – one couldn’t reside in the dorm without hearing of their notoriety – but again, as he was basically blind to his own attractiveness, he went about his business with his nose buried in a book. The only time he wasn’t studying was when he would run on the school’s track - he had a routine of running 4 miles per day augmented with push-ups, squats, lunges and some exercises on the gymnastic apparatus in the middle of the track oval. Matthew the pre-med student never saw the inside of a gym but got in great shape on that track, his body burning energy while his mind concentrated on equations and formulas. “All that running you do, Matty, has put you in great shape, dude,” Ric said to him one night. Ric and Mateo were very explicit when it came to sex. If they wanted you, they flat-out told you – if you weren’t interested, they were fine with that and moved on. But if you showed any interest, they filled you in on the rest of their plan: they were both poz and unmedicated and their favorite thing to do was to spread it to anyone looking for what they called “the upgrade to HIV”. A few times, they would regale Matty or anyone around to listen with their tales of meeting up with chasers at the glory hole arcade on the edge of town. Apparently there was one cubicle there where all the chasers knew to go to get an anonymous poz load of sweet HIV cum delivered up their hole. “Anytime you want it, Matty,” we’ll be happy to help you into the brotherhood,” Ric offered that night. Matthew, still not convinced of his own sexiness, and being perpetually polite, shrugged it off. Of course, he knew from his studies what HIV could do to someone and although Ric and Mateo, as well as most all the guys in his dorm, would now and then catch a roving eye from Matthew, he felt he had no time for a social life and even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t do anything he felt was unsafe. It was with this history, of doubting his own sexiness and committed to science and the understanding of “safe” vs “unsafe” behavior, that pre-med student Matthew Hill became a strong advocate of condoms - and for sex he considered “safe.” He knew he was swimming upstream on this, as gradually HIV infection rates in L.A. were rising again, after years of decline, becoming the “in” thing to have among some gay men in Los Angeles. He even heard about guys getting tattooed to mark themselves as POZ. In fact, more and more guys he would see in the dorm’s shower area would be marked with bio-tats. Ric and Mateo, with their prominent tats, were real-life examples for Matthew of how attitudes had changed. He also heard this in Biology class from a Sociology Department guest speaker, explaining how “fatigue” of certain practices, be they vaccine-fatigue or condom-fatigue were taking hold in certain places, and how scientists had an obligation to try to break through that mindset. With this in mind, he decided he would become an Internal Medicine specialist with a medical practice geared toward gay men. As much as Matthew Hill believed in “responsibility,” and “safe-sex,” he wasn’t participating in any sex, safe or otherwise. A few fumbled encounters with a friend from high-school that really went nowhere, and once or twice he spied a guy in the dorm’s showers or in the locker room after his run, and his cock would grow hard and he’d yank it quickly to make the impulse go away with his load going down the shower drain. It’s not that he was impervious to sexual feelings, but he just wanted to dispense with them quickly so as not to detract from his studies. He said to himself there would be time after he gets his degree to find someone. One night, after a late run, Matthew heard Ric and Mateo entering the shower area, bringing a third guy into an adjoining cubicle. Matthew leaned his head to one side to better hear them over the running water: “Get ready to convert, pig,” Ric said. “Yeah, gonna infect your ass,” Mateo chimed in. “Yeah,” Ric continued,” we’ll start with the toothbrush treatment, then open up your hole with our poz dicks. You’re gonna love being poz!” “Mateo, you’re already pre-cumming like crazy,” remarked Ric to his BF. “Get that HIV seed into this pig’s hole.” As they were fucking the guy, Matthew was torn…On the one hand, as a dedicated medical student, he was disturbed that these guys were intentionally trying to infect this guy with HIV. As for the other hand, Matthew looked down and it was wrapped around his stiff cock and jerking furiously. “Will one fuck really do it”? he heard the guy breathlessly ask Ric and Mateo, who were taking turns on the dude’s pussy with their infected cocks. “Nah, probably not, Keith,” one of them replied. “We gotta fuck our toxic cum into you a few times for it to take. But when it does, you’ll be so happy. Nothing better or more powerful than spreading the gift.” “Here it comes, pig,” he heard Ric say over the sound of moans and running water. “Welcome to HIV.” Even if we don’t turn you tonight, it’s already turned you in your mind.” With that, Ric withdrew from the guy’s hole and Mateo immediately took his place. “Fucking that viral load from my boyfriend deep into you, whore,” he told the guy. “And here comes one of my own,” as he unloaded his HIV up the guy’s hole. For both Ric and Mateo, one cumshot was never enough, and they rearranged themselves and each went back up Keith’s ass for a second impregnation, and from what he could hear in the next shower stall, Matthew realized that Keith wanted to get HIV – it was his choice to pursue it. He was begging Ric and Mateo to “knock him up.” Matthew’s cock grew even harder and suddenly produced a huge hands-free load of neg cum, a bigger load than he ever thought possible, against the glistening tile and he watched it snake down the shower wall. These sessions with the guys and Keith became a regular thing, occurring two or three times a week, and after blowing a huge load just listening to them, Matthew would go back to his dorm room and try to fall asleep, even sometimes opening his biology textbooks to the section on HIV infection, but the intended effect of being repelled by what the textbook explained did not sink in. Instead, upon reading about transmission of HIV and the inevitable path to AIDS-status, his cock would get hard again, pulsing and throbbing for attention from his hand until another load of his cum shot forth. And when sleep eventually would arrive, images of being dominated by the infamous Ric and Mateo would invade his dreams as they toss him around between their hard toxic cocks. Instead of the never-seen Keith getting impregnated by them, it was he himself being deeply bred with pure unmedicated HIV loads, and then Matthew would wake up in a sweat and he’d discover his cock had blown yet another load during the reverie. Eventually, the shower sessions with Keith stopped. A couple of weeks later, he was eating his lunch and Ric and Mateo were sitting nearby - he heard them say “Keith got 2 lines on his test,” as they high-fived each other. In the waking hours of daylight, his thoughts occupied by science, Matthew was deeply horrified and ashamed at his apparent fascination with guys pozzing each other on purpose. Yet at night, once sleep came, he had the same dream of Ric and Mateo and now Keith (even though he had never met Keith) doing the same to him. Then, one night, after a boring Science Department function, where he, unusually for him, partook of a glass of wine, Matthew Joon Hill, the pre-med student, had an urge that wouldn’t wait until bedtime, and he found himself driving his car to the adult movie arcade Ric talked about. Summoning up his nerve, he ventured inside the establishment, paid the entrance fee and went forth into the dark. Lighted arrows on the dark floor being the only guidance, he made his way to a small room, basically a cubicle, and with the key they gave him upon paying, he opened the door and stripped off his clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. “I’ll just look around, I won’t do anything,” he said to himself, his mind trying to convince his cock and hole which were yearning for man-on-man action, like he heard all those times with Ric, Mateo and Keith in the shower room. His cock was already rigid and tented up the towel. “Just taking a look around,” he reassured himself as he walked through the darkened rooms, lit only by the vintage porn playing on screens on the far wall. “Won’t do anything, just checking it out,” again he told himself. Moving into the glory hole area, Matthew stooped down to peer through the hole at crotch level. Nobody was there but he heard footsteps coming toward him. “OK, get out of here now,” his thoughts told him. But before he could leave, he felt a hand through the opening reach out and grab his hardening cock. Matthew trembled at the touch of another man, it had been so long since this occurred. He looked down and saw his cock as hard and engorged like it had never been. “Is that my cock?” he actually thought to himself “has it grown?” The hand continued holding his hard cock and Matthew wordlessly moved closer and put it through the opening. “This was actually happening”, he said to himself, as the man swallowed his rigid pole in one breath and was sucking on it furiously. Matthew’s mind went blank for a moment, and then he pictured the hot fuckers from the next shower stall, Ric and Mateo and Keith to be sucking him and swapping poz talk in the process. His cock reached the inevitable climax, shooting a huge load down the man’s throat. The guy greedily swallowed the load and inhaled the still-stiff member of Matthew’s as it shot the remaining few drops of seed. “You want the gift, dude? Turn around,” the man ordered, freeing his mouth from Matthew’s spent dick. In a haze, and without questioning, Matthew turned around and offered his hole to the opening in the wall. He felt the quick application of cold lube on his virgin hole and before he knew fully what was happening, the guy’s huge raw cock was inside him and pistoning in and out of Matthew’s cunt. A brief interlude of pain was soon replaced by a feeling he had never felt before, as the man’s hard cock pummeled his insides. His mind wavered between saying “make him use a condom,” and mental images of Ric and Mateo as he had heard them pozzing Keith. After a few minutes of this, he felt the man’s cock grow even harder and felt about 9 pulsations of warm seed flooding his hole. Matthew shuddered and shook as his own cock, now hard again spurted forth another load, hands-free, splattering the opposite wall of the cubicle 3 feet away. His cock had never felt so big, so engorged and he never shot a load like that before. Once the guy withdrew from Matthew’s virgin hole, the guy leaned forward to the opening and said to Matthew “Thanks, brother, enjoy that gift I gave you, hope it takes,” Looking back through the glory hole, he could just make out a bio-hazard symbol tattooed on the guy’s furry abdomen, just above his dripping cock, surrounded by 2 dark Xs tattooed around it. As the reality of what had just occurred started to sink in, Matthew hurried back to his cubicle, got dressed and was out the door of the sex club, walking to his car when it hit him. Just then, he saw the guy who had just loaded him also leaving and getting into a classic silver Mustang, parked under a street lamp, then he saw the license plate as well: PZZNGUP. “What did that mean, ‘the gift’?” he wondered. “Could that guy have been HIV positive?” “What did that bio-hazard tat mean?” The thought he might have just taken a toxic-poz load scrambled his mind as he drove, and he had to pull off the highway for a moment. His hand reached between his legs and felt his cock stiffening again. Clearly, he was feeling deeply conflicted between what he knew to be true on one level and what he felt deep inside. The next morning, he went to the Student Health Center for post-exposure meds, and in the light of day, he vowed to himself never to do that again, never to succumb to temptation, and never even to interact with Ric and Mateo again. The self-scare tactic worked, and indeed it worked for years. He had no further sexual encounters of any kind once he resolved to suppress those feelings. And with the same single-mindedness that got him through both high-school now college in 3 years, he graduated with high honors, and got into prestigious UCLA Medical School for 3 years of intensive study, followed by internship and residency and then he joined the thriving private practice of Dan Martinelli, MD in West Hollywood. In time, Dr Matthew, as all his patients, 95% of whom were gay men called him, found a boyfriend and even moved in with him for awhile. Jim and he only ever had condom-sex, and it often left Matthew unsatisfied, feeling like he was missing out on something. His loads, when he did cum, were weak dribbles rather than projectiles like that time at the arcade…that time he still thought about, all these years later. His work consumed him, though, and after 2 years, Jim moved out, telling Matthew he didn’t want to be with a workaholic anymore. And then, a few months later, when Dr. Martinelli wanted to retire from the practice and move to Palm Springs, Matthew had accumulated enough capital to buy the business outright, and the first order of business was to hire a few new nurses. He held interviews with many candidates in the conference room which looked over the parking lot. One day, a nurse candidate drove up and parked in front of big window, ready for their interview. Matthew looked at the next name on the list: Keith Connolly. Matthew watched him get out of a vintage silver Mustang and walk to the entrance. It was then he saw it. The guy’s license plate: PZZNGUP End of Chapter 1

Today I was in Jefferson City Missouri for some easy repair work so I jump on sniffies and I’ve got it running in the background and I jump on periodically looking for what ever catches my eye. I wasn’t sure if I was in a bottoming mood or a topping mood. Anyway I happen to see a few miles away on the map that there was this 33 year old muscle hairy top with a nice 8” cock. The kind that has a huge bulbous head on the end. So I shoot him a message and wait and o go back to work. A few min later I check and he had replied and we exchange some pics and at this point I’m wanting to bottom for this alpha top. So I finish my work and I run to the gas station to clean out in the bathroom. I shoot him a message and say I’m cleaned out and I have an hour that I can take for lunch and he said he could host so he shoots me the address and we get there at about the same time bur he welcomes me in and he is fucking hot short hair and muscular as hell. I could see he was fit even through his button up shirt. So he asked if I wanted a drink or something and I said naw and that I’d like to get right to it so he leads me back to his bedroom and we strip and I fall to my knees and suck his cock and I’m doing my best to deep throat him but that head was so big I could barley fit it in my mouth. But he gets rock hard and I ask him where he wants me and he said what ever is more comfortable for me and I say doggy. He asks me if I’d like some poppers and I’m like yeah I’ll try some. So I take a few hits and my head is swimming and he starts eating my ass and he stands up and starts rubbing some lube on my ass and flipping his cock head up and down on my hole and he asks “do you have a preference where you want my cum to go” and I said “I’d prefer if you put it deep inside me” so he starts pressing in and my ass tries to open but it hurt a lot so he said “ I’m going to work your hole open with my fingers for a bit” and I believe he put in two and he was nice and gentle. So I take a couple more hits of poppers and hold my breath and my head is thumping while he presses slowly into my ass and finally gets it in and we hold it there and I take another hit of poppers as he starts to fuck me and I look to the side and I see a full length mirror and I can see this muscular hairy alpha top getting balls deep in my pale ass and he asks “are you ok with going multiple rounds?” And I’m like “yeah we got time” so he fucks me like that for a while and he gets super hard and pumps my ass hard and shoots his first load. He pulls out and I ask him to grab a pic and he does and I stand up and I can few his load running down my leg and he goes and washes off and comes back and I suck his cock and I can taste his cum on the top lip of his cock and he gets hard again and I lay on my back and he sucks my cock for a little bit but I can’t get hard so he tries to put it back in but he goes limp and I apologize and say I’m nervous and he said yeah it’s always like that on the first meeting so we head to the bathroom and I wipe a few times and he washes off and he walks back into his bedroom and I come maybe 20 second later and he is putting some stuff away and I fall to my knees again and start sucking his cock and he gets rock hard again and has me get on my back and he slides in and he starts pounding and I start begging him for his load and he lets loose again and floods me a second time. I had him get another pic but you couldn’t see the cum just my red swollen hole. So we head back to the bathroom and chitchat again and I get dressed and thank him for the two loads and tel him I’ll hit him up next time I’m in town. So I head to my next job and complete it and it’s probably an hour later and I go to the bathroom and push out a massive load and 30 seconds later push out a glob more. My hole is throbbing right now and I can’t wait to go another round with him.

I'm sure this topic has been discussed before but as I get older...I'm in my 60's I'm feeling a bit guilty playing with guys 40 years younger than me. I have been playing with two mid twenty guys for a while and the sex is great. Passionate, sexy, even a little kinky and always raw. They are just fuck buds but should I feel guilty? Is it creepy?

Thats awesome and the funny thing is one of my yng fuck buddies was a Sean Cody actor and he loves to come over and get nasty with my 58 yo self. He's adorable as fuck too.

I visited my long-term cocksucker today. Fed him yesterday and decided to feed him again today. He pista when he is open in doublelist. When I arrived I quickly found out that he was servicing three men already. All three sitting with their cocks out and hard. I dropped my jeans and waited my turn. He really is a great full cocksucker. I'm watched him take three loads before he serviced me to completion. He really is a talented fag.

I've played with guys in their early twenties, when I was in my forties. They'd be loads of fun, but then they'd eventually move on; which was perfectly ok as no one was pushing them to do anything they didn't want to do. Here are the two bits of wisdom gleaned from the experience, though years apart. First, I knew these guys were having a great time when we played... you just know when they are, especially if they keep coming back for more. I figured out after they disappeared though what the real issue was. These young guys were totally into older guys, for whatever reason... their stamina, their stability, their availability at the drop of a hat when they were horny, or even their genuine affection. The problem was that internally they could not reconcile what they were feeling, and what they were enjoying with older guys, with what their social group, generally made of judgmental fellow twinks and college boys, expected of/for them. To that group, the fact that these guys liked older guys would cause them to look upon them with disdain... typical gay ageist claptrap I know, but we were all young once and to some degree or another acted the same way towards older gays. So instead they'd settle for boyfriends their own age because that was what was expected of them, and that would be that. The Second thing though was learned 15 to 20 years later as I approached my sixties, and those same guys were now nearing forty. After all those intervening years we'd bump into each other again either in person or online. Interestingly, that same spark is always still there. We'd reconnect and get naked and enjoy ourselves... and then we'd talk and have intimate conversations... the kind you can't really have when they are 20. And repeatedly they say to me "I was so stupid. You were the best sex I ever had. I should have been over here all the time. And I really regret now that I wasn't." Each time I ask them "so then, why weren't you?" And the answer, uniformly, is because they were afraid of what their friends would think of them. And I get that. Peer pressure sucks. So to those who meet someone younger that fully embraces it and you, enjoy them. They are the ones who actually are being honest as to who they are and what they want. Stop second guessing it. In either case, I have no bad memories of these guys, just fond ones. And the kindness they express years later about the role that I played for them and in their lives, makes me happy. Some even continue to be playmates now.

It sounds like they are comfortable with the situation if they are coming back. I have found over the years that there are a LOT of younger guys out there who have a total fantasy thing happening with us older guys. Why? Some have said it's the Daddy MILF thing. Most have said that we older guys are more relaxed and know how to play nice with another naked guy and the sex is always hot. Me? I'm happy to take both as a compliment. I personally love being worked over and bred by a younger guy. They're usually so turned on that they are good for a couple (or three) loads.

I must commend you kspozcum...I've never wanted another character to get his just desserts more than Stag...Makes me excited to see the amount of trouble he'll get too caught up in with the main story!

I'm with you brother. Nothing turns me on more than knowing a man is injecting me with his unique sperm/DNA.

Chapter 6: Chestnuts Roasting Over An Open Fire Ty woke up annoyed before he was fully awake. He’d been having an amazing dream, fucking that hot blonde bimbo from the student bookstore, when the sound of his door hitting the wall woke him up. Someone was standing in his doorway, and that alone pissed him off. He cracked his eyes open, already halfway to snapping, and saw Paul Carter—Porkchop—looming there like a bad decision that hadn’t figured out when to leave yet. “Jesus Christ,” Ty muttered. “What do you want?” Paul swayed slightly, hands loose at his sides, wearing a dumb, unfocused smile that immediately set Ty’s teeth on edge. He looked drunk. Or worse—clingy. “TV’s messed up,” Paul said, words slurring together. “Keeps doin’ weird stuff. You’re the only one who knows how to fix it.” Ty rolled his eyes and flopped back against the mattress for a second. “That sounds like a you problem. Unplug it. Or don’t. I really don’t care.” Paul didn’t react. He just stood there, smiling, like Ty hadn’t spoken at all. That irritation sharpened. Ty hated when people did that—hovered, waited, expected him to fix things or just stare at him. He also had suspected for a long time that Paul was likely gay, what with the rumors he’d been hearing lately. And had likely a thing for him. Not that he was surprised, plenty of girls and guys liked looking at him. He was hot, and he knew that about himself. Long flowing brown hair, flawless skin, gym chiseled body, round bubble butt that filled out jeans. Perfect teeth and classically good looking face. Plenty of girls insisted he looked like a model, and he never once failed to tell them he wasn’t. It made getting in their pants that much easier. “Dude,” he snapped, pushing himself upright. “Stop fucking staring at me. I’m not your mom. Figure it out.” Paul blinked slowly, then tilted his head. “Please… Need help,” he said again, softer this time. “C’mon.” Something about the tone pricked at Ty’s nerves, but he refused to examine it. Instead, he sighed loudly and swung his legs off the bed, already resenting the situation. “Fine. Whatever,” he said, grabbing his pajama bottoms and pulling them on angrily. “But if this is some drunk bullshit, I’m going back to sleep.” Paul turned and shuffled into the hallway without waiting for him. Ty followed, grumbling under his breath. The house felt off—too quiet, too cold—but he chalked it up to the storm and the fact that everyone else had probably passed out. Typical. He was always the one getting dragged into things while everyone else got to check out. “Unbelievable,” he muttered as they walked. “I swear, if this is about the remote needing fucking batteries—” Paul didn’t answer. They reached the stairs. Ty noticed, absently, that Paul wasn’t looking around at all. Not at the doors, not down the stairwell. Just straight ahead, smile fixed, like he was on rails. Ty frowned but kept going. At the top of the basement stairs, he hesitated just long enough to feel stupid about it, then scoffed and started down. “Next time,” he said sharply, “ask Bran. Or literally anyone else. Just because I have a computer science major, doesn’t mean I should have to do tech support. And shut the fucking door. I’m the one who has to pay the damn electric bill each month, dumbass.” Paul’s smile never changed. And Ty, too busy being annoyed to trust the warning itch in his gut, followed him into the dark. The living room hit Ty like a punch to the chest. The Christmas tree was down. Not gently toppled—wrecked. Branches snapped and splayed across the floor, strings of lights tangled around the legs of the coffee table. Ornaments lay everywhere, shattered glass glittering across the hardwood like ice. One of the nicer ones—the hand-painted ones they’d ordered online—was crushed into dust near the couch. Ty stopped short on the last stair. “God fucking damn it!” he muttered aloud, taking in the sight. They had the alumni meeting next week and now the tree was trashed. Paul just stood, swaying and smiling. “What the fuck is this?” he snapped. Paul continued to stand near the doorway, swaying faintly, smile still plastered on his face, shrugging innocently. Ty’s irritation flared instantly, sharp and hot. “Are you kidding me right now?” He stepped into the room, carefully avoiding the glass. “Do you have any idea how much this crap cost? That tree alone was—” He cut himself off, jaw tightening. As treasurer, Ty knew exactly how much it cost. He’d approved the charges. He’d argued about them. He’d spent two weeks reminding everyone that decorations weren’t free and that the house budget wasn’t infinite. “This is why we can’t have nice things,” he muttered angrily, dragging a hand through his hair. “Every year. Every single year.” He turned on Paul. “Did you do this? Were you drunk and flailing around like an idiot, or did someone else trash the place?” Paul didn’t answer. Ty scoffed. “Unreal. You’re fucking wasted and no help at all.” The TV hummed softly behind him, screen filled with flickering static. The sound grated on his nerves. He stalked toward it, irritation overriding the faint prickle at the back of his neck. “I swear to god,” he muttered, reaching for the power button, “if this is broken too, I’m docking dues—” A sudden cold washed over the back of his neck as the skin of his bare chest prickled with goosebumps from the cold wave coming from the basement. Ty froze mid-step. The air felt wrong. Thicker. Charged. He straightened slowly, turning just enough to glance over his shoulder. “Paul?” he said sharply. “What are you standing there for, looking like an idiot? Go get a god damn broom and dustpan already!” That was when it hit him. Something warm and wet splashed across his face, stinging his eyes and mouth with a sharp, chemical burn. Ty cursed, stumbling back on instinct, hands flying up as his vision blurred violently. “What the—shit!” Heat surged through him, fast and overwhelming. His knees buckled as the room tilted sideways. He staggered blindly, heel catching on the edge of the fallen tree, and crashed down hard amid broken branches and glass. Lights flashed. Static roared. Ty tried to push himself up, rage and confusion tangling together—but his arms didn’t cooperate. His thoughts slid, softened, slipping through his grasp like wet paper. The last thing he saw clearly was Paul standing above him, still smiling. Then the floor rushed up. And everything went dark. — Ty woke up choking on cold air. It scraped across his skin in a way that made his whole body tense, nerves screaming before his brain could fully catch up. He sucked in a sharp breath and tried to roll onto his side—only to freeze as sensation flooded back all at once. Bare skin. Too much of it. His eyes flew open. He was sprawled on the living room floor, every inch of him exposed to the chill, the hardwood biting into his back and shoulders. No clothes. Nothing to shield him. Panic surged as he tried to cover himself, hands fumbling clumsily, his limbs sluggish and uncooperative. A shadow shifted above him. Ty looked up. The thing standing over him was enormous—broad-shouldered, towering, its obsidian-black skin catching the dim light like polished leather. Thick, horned protrusions curved from its head in heavy arcs, framing a face twisted into a slow, mocking smile. It was holding a cigar. The ember at the end glowed red as it took a long, deliberate draw, smoke curling lazily from its mouth. The scent hit Ty immediately—burnt tobacco mixed with something sharp and chemical that made his head swim. “Well,” the creature said aloud, voice deep and amused, “this is a nice present to wake up to.” Ty’s heart slammed. “Back off,” he snapped, scrambling awkwardly, palms sliding on the floor. “What the hell are you?” The creature chuckled, smoke rolling from its lips as it exhaled. “Name’s Stag.” It crouched slightly, bringing itself closer to eye level, its grin widening as Ty’s breathing picked up. “You’re loud,” Stag continued. “I like that. Any mouthy. Makes it even more fun to watch when that fire drains out of you.” Ty swallowed hard, fear burning through his chest. “You think this is funny? Get the fuck out of our house, man!” Stag didn’t answer right away. Instead, it took another slow drag on the cigar—long enough for Ty to notice the ash at the tip growing thick and unstable. Then Stag flicked its fingers. The ash broke free mid-air and landed squarely on Ty’s chest. Ty screamed. The heat was instant—sharp and searing—sending him into blind panic as he slapped at his own skin, smearing the burning embers and making it worse before they finally scattered away. He gasped, chest heaving, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. Stag laughed. A deep, satisfied sound. “Careful,” Stag said mockingly. “You’re just making it burn longer.” Ty curled inward instinctively, hands clutching at his chest, eyes wild. “You sick freak—” Stag rose to its full height again, looming, shadow swallowing Ty whole. It took another drag, unbothered, then casually tapped the cigar against its fingers. “You’re gonna spend a lot of time panicking,” he said calmly, voice deep and gravely. “At first.” It stepped closer, heat rolling off its body, the smell of smoke thickening in the air. “Then you’re gonna get tired,” Stag continued. “And when you do, you’re gonna stop yelling. Stop fighting. Stop pretending you’re in charge of anything.” It leaned down just enough for Ty to see the sharp edges of its teeth when it smiled. “And by the end,” Stag added softly, “you won’t even remember why you thought you mattered.” Ty’s breath came in ragged bursts, fear flooding every thought as Stag straightened again, taking another slow, deliberate draw from the cigar. The ember glowed brighter. And Ty realized—with a sick, sinking certainty—that this thing was enjoying every second of his terror. Stag circled him slowly, boots heavy against the floor, smoke trailing behind like a leash. Ty stayed frozen where he was, muscles locked, breath coming too fast. Every instinct screamed at him to move—run, lash out, do something—but his body refused to cooperate. “You can fight if you want,” Stag said calmly. “Most of you do.” It knelt in front of him without warning, movement sudden enough to make Ty flinch. A clawed finger traced a slow line up Ty’s sternum, not breaking skin, just enough pressure to hurt. Ty sucked in a sharp breath as his muscles seized. “But don’t confuse noise with control,” Stag continued. “That part belongs to me.” Ty tried to shove the hand away. His arms twitched—and stopped. His mind screamed at them to move again, harder this time, but it was like hitting a locked door from the inside. Panic surged, hot and humiliating. Stag smiled. “Feel that?” it asked. “That moment where your body listens to me instead of you?” It leaned closer, tapping a clawed finger against Ty’s temple—light, deliberate. “You’re sharp,” Stag said, almost approving. “You plan. You calculate. You keep track of things. A strong mind in a pretty package. That makes you… interesting.” The finger tapped again. “And it makes this better.” Pain lanced suddenly through Ty’s chest as Stag twisted its grip, pressure crushing muscle and nerve together as he grabbed Ty’s nipple and twisted until he cried out despite himself. His vision blurred, breath hitching as the sensation overloaded him. “That mind,” Stag said quietly. “Is going to be so much fun destroying. That’s the best part of the gift you’re about to receive. How it lets me torture you however I want.” Ty shook his head, jaw clenched, teeth chattering as fear and fury tangled together. “I’m not—” he started. Stag struck him hard, fast, smacking his hand hard into Ty’s unprotected bull balls. The impact knocked the breath from his lungs. Ty doubled over with a broken sound, hands curling uselessly as the pain rippled outward as Stag firmly grabbed both large orbs and gave them a hard squeeze. “Nice pair of cum factories you got there. Gonna make you feed me a nice big load when I’m done with you.” Ty suddenly panicked as a sudden mental image filled his brain. He was bent over, drooling and begging, asking Stag to breed him and feed from his cock. He tried to scream out, shocked when he found he couldn’t talk. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t make a single sound. “There it is,” Stag said, satisfied. “That moment where you realize yelling doesn’t change anything.” It straightened slowly, towering again, cigar glowing red as it took another long drag. “You’re going to learn,” Stag went on, voice steady and cruel, “that everything you are—every thought, every reaction—is something I can reach and reshape. Crush out any little part I don’t like. And something I don’t like is pretty boys like you telling me what to do. Thinking you’re so much smarter and prettier than the rest of us.” Smoke drifted down over Ty’s face as the world narrowed to heat, pain, and the horrible understanding that this wasn’t random. This was deliberate. And Stag was enjoying taking him apart one decision at a time. Stag was still looming over Ty when the pressure in the room changed. It wasn’t subtle. The air thickened, pressing down on Ty’s chest until breathing felt harder, slower. Even Stag paused mid-motion, its grin tightening into something irritated as a heavier presence pushed its way into the space. “Enough,” a deep voice said. Stag straightened with a sharp exhale, annoyance flickering across its features. “I was enjoying myself.” “You’re playing with your food,” the Alpha replied coolly. “And you’re dulling his brain doing it.” Ty’s head snapped up despite himself. The Alpha stood at the edge of the room, arms folded across a massive chest, horns longer and more ornate than Stag’s. Its presence dwarfed everything else, the dim light bending around it in a way that made Ty’s stomach drop. Smoke curled lazily around its face, its gaze fixed on him with unsettling calm. Around it stood the others. His frat brothers. Derek was closest, posture loose, eyes bright with something that made Ty’s skin crawl, licking and kissing his body, occasionally smoking a cigar in his hand. Noah stood beside him, calm and distant playing with himself and rubbing a hand over the Alpha’s chest. Paul swayed faintly while kneeling, smiling, fingering his ass as licked the Alpha’s feet. Even Evan was there, looking oddly wet and reeking of piss, licking and sucking on the Alpha’s cock like it was the best thing he ever tasted, gulping occasionally. None of them looked concerned. None of them looked confused. He stilled as he watched Zach suddenly walk in, a sheen of oily black liquid on his body, skin grey and covered in blackened scratches, kneeling next to Evan as he began to reverently grab and tug on the Alpha’s massive low hanging balls. They looked… devoted. Behind the Alpha, several other creatures stood behind him, slowly jacking their cocks. Ty’s panic spiked. “What the hell is wrong with all of you?” he demanded, voice cracking as he looked from one familiar face to the next. “Derek—what is this? Tell him to stop!” Derek stepped forward just enough for Ty to see him clearly. His expression softened, almost fond. “You should just give up,” Derek said quietly, sticking the large cigar in his mouth and hauling hard on it while slowly working his cock, the same smile as the others on his face, eyes looking black and unnatural. “It’s easier if you don’t fight it. It really feels so fucking good when you let go, buddy.” Ty shook his head frantically. “No—no, you don’t mean that—” Stag laughed and leaned down again, clearly irritated now, one clawed hand bracing Ty in place. “See?” he said. “Even your friends know when it’s over.” Suddenly, Stag moved—fast and deliberate. He firmly grabbed Ty’s impressive cock and shoved his longest sharp claw down his piss slit. His other hand held the end of the cigar painfully close to his right nipple, the hair singing against the heat of the cherry. Ty cried out, the sound tearing free of him before he could stop it. His body locked, shock rippling through him as his breath hitched into a broken whimper. Tears blurred his vision as the pain and fear tangled together, overwhelming his ability to think. “Stag,” the Alpha warned, voice sharp now inside Ty’s mind. Stag withdrew slightly, grumbling under its breath. “Fine. Fine.” Suddenly, another glob of spit hit his face, making him shudder and feel numb. Ty lay there shaking, every nerve screaming, his mind scrambling uselessly for escape. The Alpha stepped closer, its shadow swallowing him whole. “Listen to me,” it said calmly, voice reverberating in his head. “You can resist if you want.” It tilted its head, studying him. “But you are already surrounded by proof of what happens when you don’t. Willingly give yourself to my gift, and you will feel nothing but pleasure.” Ty sobbed, chest heaving, the tip of his nipple burning from the heat of the cigar, skin burning and turning red, unable to pull away, locked in place by Stag’s hold on his mind. His gaze flicking back to his brothers—each one watching him with quiet expectation. The Alpha’s voice softened, almost gentle. “Lay back and enjoy this,” it instructed. “And let us finish.” Ty’s body trembled violently as the command settled over him, heavy and inescapable. And somewhere beneath the fear, beneath the shock, something inside him began to give way. Ty barely had time to register the Alpha’s command before Stag moved again. The horned figure’s attention returned to him with a sharp focus, eyes glittering with impatience. Stag struck him hard in the balls—once—watching closely for the reaction. Ty cried out, body jerking on instinct, breath tearing free of his lungs. The pain was immediate and blinding, but his body didn’t behave the way it was supposed to when given pain. It lingered, twisted, and then—confusingly—shifted, sending a sickening wave of sensation through him that made his thoughts stutter. Stag noticed. He always did. “See?” Stag said, voice low and pleased. “Your body’s already learning.” Ty shook, breath coming in ragged bursts, panic tangling with something he didn’t want to name. His mind screamed at him to pull away, to fight—but his muscles betrayed him, locking up, then loosening as if waiting for instruction. “Hands and knees,” Stag ordered. The words sank deeper than sound. Ty found himself moving before he could stop it, posture collapsing into something smaller, more exposed. His face burned with humiliation and fear as Stag loomed behind him, claws spreading with deliberate cruelty. Stag leaned in, forcing Ty still. He slowly felt as his body, against his will, sat up and turned itself over, his mind screaming in agony to stop, to fight this, to bargain. Maybe with money. Or maybe he could find a distraction and make a break for it in the snow. That he might be able to get to one of the houses if he screamed loud enough and someone let him in. He felt himself rest his shoulders on the ground, and slowly pull his asschecks apart, his face looking at the door. He stiffened as he was Stag rest a hand on his shoulder, cigar burning frighteningly close to his face. The impact came suddenly. Smack after horrifically painful smack access his asschecks like fire. He sobbed slightly at the assault on his smooth full, muscular ass. He thought this would be the worst of it when Stag stopped and let out a dark chuckle. He shuddered as suddenly, cigar-scented spit drooled down into his asshole and clawed fingers stabbed deep into him. They inched in, before finally pressing down hard deep inside him. Ty screamed—first from shock, then from the overwhelming rush that followed, his voice breaking as pain bled into something else entirely. His body betrayed him again, reacting in ways his mind refused to accept, his cock hardening and balls aching for release as the man’s claws dug and stabbed hard into his prostate. Stag laughed softly, a sound of pure satisfaction. “There it is,” he murmured. “That moment where it stops being a fight. The little button deep inside you that reduces you to nothing. Nothing but a pretty boy waiting to be fucked raw.” He felt as the fingers pulled out, and Stag’s hand came down again on his firm ass with a resounding smack. Again and again, each strike measured, watching how Ty’s reactions changed—how the fear softened, how the resistance thinned. The burning of his asscheeks spread out, fingers pressed again and pressing hard on his prostate. Only for it to be removed again and again as he was bright to the edge of losing it. The Alpha observed from behind, silent, allowing the lesson to continue. Eventually, he felt Stag’s clawed thumbs jab into his ass and pull his hole apart, followed by the sharp stab of his cock into his ass. He groaned in agony at first, tears streaming down his face until a new sensation started to wash over him. He could feel his ass getting slicker, the foul precum from Stag’s cock slowly working into his battered hole and into the deep scratches inside of him and to his bloodstream. Stag took his time, making sure to make each stroke slow and long, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in as hard as he could. It felt like hours but was likely only minutes later when he felt as Stag slammed one last time and a massive torrent of foul, likely infected cum flooded his ass, and he felt the strange pleasurable warmth spreading through his body, even as his mind tried valiantly to fight it. Just as he thought that the torture was over, he felt as something inexplicable squeezed around his mind, tighter and tighter as he felt something in it break. Ty’s cries blurred into helpless sounds, his thoughts dissolving into sensation. His body shaking in pure pleasure as his mind screamed in protest. He tried to claw at his head, feeling as Stag chuckled darkly and grabbed ahold of his hands and pulled them painfully behind him, fucking him once again. His hands stopped fighting, only loosely hanging at his side as he felt his brain struggle to even form a sentence. Somewhere in the haze, he realized he was no longer trying to escape. He was just trying to keep up. Stag straightened at last after shooting another massive load inside him, clearly pleased. “Good,” he said. “You’re learning your place.” And as Ty sagged forward, shaking and empty, the Alpha stepped closer—ready to decide what remained of him was worth keeping. The Alpha moved. The room responded instantly—pressure deepening, sound dulling, even Stag’s posture stiffening as the greater presence asserted itself, sending out pain to Stag and watching coldly as he collapsed into a kneeling position at the Alpha’s feet. The Alpha did not raise its voice. It didn’t need to. Enough. The word landed directly inside Stag’s mind, sharp and displeased. Stag hissed softly, his head hanging down as its satisfaction curdled into irritation. You knew better than to just break him. We will talk about this later, the Alpha added, colder now. For now, I need to see if you left anything left for me to salvage. Stag stood up, head still hanging down and withdrew a step, jaw tightening, but did not argue. The Alpha’s attention shifted fully to Ty. Ty barely registered the moment before the Alpha’s presence flooded his thoughts. It was not violent. It was methodical. The Alpha sifted through Ty’s fractured mind like a collector examining broken pieces on a table. Fear. Anger. Pride. Control. Identity. Each fragment was lifted, examined, and—if found wanting—discarded. Ty whimpered as memories blurred and slid away. His sense of self unraveled, replaced by a blank, receptive quiet. The Alpha lingered on certain traits—focus, endurance, responsiveness—setting them aside deliberately. These will do. The rest was erased. His mind suddenly pleasantly absent save for a small voice begging for it to stop. Ty rolled onto his back, slack jawed and blank faced, positioning his ass as high as he could as his fellow frat brother’s descended upon him, squeezing his balls, twisting his nipples hard, smacking the head of his cock playfully like it were a toy. Derek positioned himself at Ty’s head, smacking his face a few times as Ty automatically started grinned at him mindlessly, the pain turning to pleasure in his mind as Derek hauled hard on his soon-to-be ever present cigar, and spat a large ball of enhanced spit in his face, smiling as Ty expectantly opened his mouth and began to suck on Derek’s already larger cock. The Alpha pressed in closer, its will overwhelming, reshaping Ty’s responses at a fundamental level. Panic gave way to confusion. Confusion thinned into pleasure. The noise in Ty’s head faded until there was nothing left to fight with. His body relaxed. His thoughts slowed. Drool slipped from the corner of his mouth as the Alpha rewired him, reinforcing one simple truth again and again: You exist to receive. You exist to serve. You exist as a vessel for my gift. To incubate it and spread it. Ty smiled around Derek’s cock, feeding eagerly as Derek erupted in his mouth, flooding it with now black tainted cum. Swallowing happily as Derek removed his cock, switching places with Noah. He began to suck Noah with increased hunger, enjoying the feeling of the Alpha sinking deep into his guts, using Stag’s black cum as lube as he began to fuck Ty’s ass, taking his anger at Stag out on his hole. He whimpered at the feeling, the last shred of his mind clinging on for dear life, barely a whisper in a dark echo as he finally felt the Alpha still, flooding him with a massive amount of seed. Ty felt as his body shuddered in happiness and relief as rope after rope of untainted cum painted his perfectly sculpted abs and chest, smiling with dim satisfaction as his fellow frat brother’s leaned forward and began to feed. Ty’s mind stuttered and fully stopped—then restarted. Not as it had been. Clean. Quiet. Purpose-built. The idea of resistance felt distant and irrelevant, like remembering a dream that no longer mattered. In its place settled a deep calm—and a need to please the presence shaping him. He suddenly found himself happy to give up the last piece of himself untouched by the Alpha, given to fuel his brother’s transformations, feeling as his battered, large balls emptied out, unable to stop himself from the continued flood of cum exiting his body. Pleasure filled him, making his limbs shudder as he felt flash after flash of what his body would become filled his mind. Even more muscles and perfect pitch black skin, sharp teeth and claws, beautiful large horns curving off his skull. He would be a machine, made for spreading the Alpha’s gift. Without any reason to know, he realized he would be able to change himself at will, looking normal as as Derek, purpose built to draw in even more prey for their master. The pain of the change would feel like the best orgasm. The Alpha withdrew slightly, assessing its work. “Better,” it said, standing up and glaring at Stag. “This one has the gift to transform at my will. Next time, see that such a useful mind isn’t so broken that I have to fix your mistake. He’s mine now since you can’t behave. Perhaps next time you will not be so rough when I give you a pretty toy for Christmas.” “Yes, Alpha. My apologies, Alpha,” Stag ground out, angry and hungry for the untainted cum that should have been his. Ty remained where he was, breathing slow and even, expression vacant and eager. Whatever he had been before—treasurer, foul natured, self-assured, loudmouth—had been stripped away and discarded. Only the shape remained. The Alpha turned away, satisfied. Stag watched in silence, chastened. And Ty, newly hollowed and remade, did not notice either of them anymore. Ty rose unsteadily to his feet. Whatever had been carved out of him left behind something unnervingly eager—movements loose, posture open, eyes unfocused but bright. He drifted toward the horned figures one by one, guided by instinct rather than thought, offering himself wordlessly to each presence in turn. He walked over without hesitation and began to make out with the first creature, smiling and groaning happily as he began to make out with it, feeling the long tongue snake down his throat, gently tugging the massive cock and breaking apart only to turn around and sink himself down on the cock, letting the man-creature… his new borther… use his cock and balls as a grip. He groaned happily, letting it set the pace as it painfully squeezed his balls or spanked his ass, his ass clenching down hard in response, enjoying the torture on his cock, balls, ass and nipples. The more pain inflicted on his already impressive body, the more his pleasure became. The Alpha watched, arms folded, assessing. Satisfaction rippled through the room as the ritual completed its circuit, Ty’s behavior smoothing into a practiced, obedient rhythm. “Fucking breed me. Infect me and flood me with your virus,” Ty moaned, veins already turning black. Then a door slammed open upstairs, followed by the sound of frantic feet on the stairs.. “—What the hell—” Bran froze in the doorway, crashing to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, horror etched across his face as he took in the scene: the wrecked living room, the horned figures, the altered brothers—Ty moving among them with vacant enthusiasm, a river of black cum flowing like a river down his leg. Pupils blown open with pleasure and an obedient, happy smile on his face. “No—no, no,” Bran breathed, backing away. Panic snapped him into motion. He turned and bolted for the stairs. “Stop him,” the Alpha said calmly. At once, the frat brothers moved. Derek was first, then Noah, then the others—faces serene, steps coordinated, moving with a shared purpose as they surged up the stairs after Bran. Their footfalls thundered overhead, chasing him into the dark. The Alpha lingered a moment longer, eyes tracking the pursuit before calmly relaxing down on the couch and lounging back. “Bring him back to me,” it added. The house seemed to hold its breath. Below on the ground, Ty happily knelt in front of the Alpha and slowly began to lick and nuzzle its cock, awaiting the next instruction, smiling happily when the Alpha gently began to run its hand through his hair. He continued to aim to please his master while above, the hunt began. Now thrilled to be the personal pet of the Alpha.

Close to 30 in a bar, but that was over the course of a night.

Hi Guys. Thanks for the comments. I agree the women are getting a little repetitive and I didn't intend for it to become a downer on the story. I guess I got stuck in a rut with the story line. I'll take some time to think around some new directions to take it.

Matthew's elusive conversion to the poz brotherhood is amazing. I had predicted his conversion after his trip to Palm Springs, which was only with 18 poz loads. Now, that he has taken documented 135 toxic loads in his ass, could Matthew be one of those "unicorn" chasers that are immune to HIV? Or, does it take the "perfect poz storm" for him to contract the virus? Only future chapters know the answer. This superbly written chapter illustrates one reality of chasing that few experience, and thus don't recognize it. Given the nature of HIV's viability and a person's immune system and chemistry, a successful pozzing may take only one breeding or in Dr. Matthew's case, more than 135 toxic loads. This is one reason that the process is called, the chase--conveying only a beginning and not an ending. Looking forward to see where @Van2mantakes us readers as Dr. Matthew pursues his chase for pozhood to satisfy a decades-old desire.

Morning: Rob reached out via WhatsApp and suggested I head to his place. He had said he was interested in some serious oral and manual ass play and that he had this new toy dildo thing that we had wanted use once before… but didn't have time (strapon). It was quite thick and long. He says he gets a kick out of the feel as well. On the way to Rob's place, I get a phone call from Rick and he says he is horny as fuck and did I wanna fuck? He was dog-sitting his daughter's dog and he was worried about leaving dog alone. Of course, I told him I'd be happy to head over and fuck. I just had an appointment and would be done in an hour or two. Would that work? He agreed and I smiled knowing I would likely be heading to Rick's place with Rob's load in my guts. Rob was naked in the kitchen when I walked in and already had a semi hardon happening. I said HI, gave him a quick kiss and groped his cock. It immediately started to harden in my hand, so I dropped to my knees and sucked the skin into my mouth. I pulled the skin back gently with my teeth and lips and watched it stretch. Then I nibbled the foreskin and his knees almost gave out. We smoked a few bowls. He was horny as fuck and kept touching my balls and cock, and drifting across my nipples... sliding down my back and playing with my hole. I had cleaned out deep, cause I never knew what to expect from Rob. I had also used a thick syringe to push a big load of lube into my guts. Suddenly he bent me over the kitchen counter and fucked me for a few minutes while I took some pulls on the pipe. He licked my hole and spit all over it and slapped his cock on the outside and then fucking in/out a couple of inches to tease me. I turned and dropped to my knees and I sucked his cock and balls until I had him dripping precum in nothing flat. He was HAF for sure. We went upstairs and he immediately bent me over bed and fucked me for a while doggy style. He fed me some poppers and worked in deeper and talked dirty in my ear the whole time. He licked my ear and told me he was going to ruin my hole and then load it up with one of his famous massive pre-cum THEN cum loads. Rob's precum is larger than most guys full load. He just generates ton of cum. I literally feel the precum shooting in my guts when he starts... then he stops for a couple of seconds and then typically gives me a big wet load. I was surprised at the intensity of the fuck and the orgasm. After he blew his load in my second hole, he got on his back and I started to eat his ass. After a short bit, he pushed me off and said he needed to fuck again. He said he needed to top more today. He grabbed some lube and the strapon toy and got it loaded onto his cock. It was a good 8" long and probably 3" around... pretty big. A penis extension for his already thick and hard 7" cock. But, while he was wearing the toy he could only slide it part way down his thick cock and so his cock + toy ended up being about a good 10-11" of juicy hard cock for my stretched hole. I got on my back and pulled my legs back wide. I did some poppers while he slow dicked me with strapon. Right from the entrance of my hole and all the way down to his pubes. I came a couple of times - assgasm AND orgasm. I bet he fucked me 10 minutes with that thing. He said he wasn't sure weather he wanted to cum inside the hollow strap on or not? Of course, I convinced him to pull it off and go back into my now 'sloppy' cunt. His big load of precum and cum were coated all over the strapon. My hole was a dripping, gaping mess. I slid a couple of fingers across the outside of my hole and I could feel how raw and stretched out I was... I pulled some cum from the edge of my ass and looked him right in the eye as I licked my fingers clean. His eyes lit up when he realized I still had it on my tongue and he pushed his raw cock into my raw hole and kissed me. Hard. We swapped his load from my hole back and forth. Our tongues dueled and pushed the cum back and forth until we both had 50% and we looked into one another's eyes as we both swallowed at the same time. His hard cock was slowly pumping me the entire time we snowballed. His hairy chest and nipples rubbed against my hairy chest and nipples. We both groaned at the piggy-ness of the situation. He pulled his cock to the edge of my hole, looked at me and slammed back in deep (cuz' I was all opened up) and he dropped an incredibly large hot load in my second hole. We kissed some more while he churned his cum around the inside of my guts. Nice and slow. Side to side. Out to the edge and back in deep. He said "Can you hear the squishiness and wetness of your hole around my cock"?? At that point, I blew a massive load of my own and he ducked back quickly to capture it with his mouth. I finished shooting in his mouth and could feel the gentle suction and tongue action as he licked my cockhead and foreskin. At the same time, he had reached over and put in the ass plug into my hole in one smooth push. This way I could keep the cum inside. He knew I often liked to use his used cum in my hole as natural lube and go home to ride a couple of my BIG ass stretcher toys and jerk off to home made amateur porn. It turns him on knowing I'm carrying his load home with me to continue some ass play. It turns ME on knowing I am headed to Rick's place for load number two. Rick: I called Rick from the highway and said I had completed my 'errands' and was he around? He said he was sitting and watching some porn and edging... how long would I be? Door was open, so come on in!! I told him about 15 minutes and drove directly to his place. The entire way there, I clenched and relaxed my stretched hole and felt the butt plug with each contraction. I imagined what my freshly fucked hole would look and feel like wrapped around the big black plug. Sure enough, the door was unlocked and I closed it and locked it before heading upstairs to the spare bedroom where I knew the computer sat on a nice glass computer desk. Rick yelled "HI, I'm up in the spare bedroom." I started to untie my sweat pants and I pulled my t-shirt over my head as I walked into the room. Rick was sitting naked in front of the monitor with a major hardon. I could see precum dripping from the head of his cock as he slowly stroked it and looked at me stripping inside the doorway. I looked over his shoulder to see what he was watching and I could see a couple of leather Daddy's on the screen. Both had harnesses on and one guy was laid back in a sling while the other guy was taking long, slow strokes in and out of the hairy ass under him. The bottom had a thick uncut dripping cock and the top clearly had at least 9-10" of cock sliding in and out of the bottom's hole. You could see the bottom's ass lips stretched with every outward pull. Rick rolled his chair back a couple of feet and I dropped down to the floor and licked the tip of his leaking cock. This made him groan and throw his head back on the chair. I could feel his cock flex as I slowly slipped the entire thing into my wet mouth, then down my wet throat. I squeezed the length of his cock with my throat muscles a few times, accompanied by his guttural grunts and groans. Then I slowly pulled off all the way to the tip of his rock hard cock and gave a few fast butterfly flicks across the glans. He pointed at the screen and said... "Check that out". I turned my head in time to see the hung top pull his cock from the stretched bottom's hole and immediately replace it with his fingers and fist. He slipped his entire hand into that gape slowly and as he pushed and twisted the bottom thrashed around in the sling. You could tell the bottom was enjoying the cock and fist action. I turned back to Rick's rock hard cock and could see a huge dollop of pre-cum leaking from his piss slit and I looked up at him and made eye contact as I leaned forward and licked it clean. He nodded at the big screen monitor and I stood up, bent over the desk and arched my ass, legs spread apart. On the screen, the big uncut cock appeared to be shooting a load of cum into the moaning bottom's hole. Withing seconds, you could see the hole getting creamy and the top just kept stroking in and out, nice and slow, but deep. Churning that load up. I heard an intake of breath from Rick as he reached down and saw the butt plug handle between my ass cheeks. He leaned forward and whispered "Are you stretching this hole out with that plug so I can go deep right off the start" as he slowly turned and twisted the butt plug. He teased me by pulling the plug to the edge of my ass lips and as I could feel them stretching outward, he pushed the plug back inside. I groaned from the nice stretch, and he repeated a few more times. Suddenly, he slapped my ass with his bare hand and said "You slut... do you already have a load of cum in there? I can see cum covered that plug when I pull it to the edge. What the fuck?" I looked over my shoulder and grinned at him and said "Why don't you slide your hard cock in there and see for yourself". I felt the insistent tug of the plug once again being pulled to the edge, but this time, he pulled it out in one swift move and then stopped. I looked over my shoulder again, and he was smiling and rotating the ass plug around slowly. He looked right at me and licked a blob of cum off the tip. Then he reached around and put it in front of my face. I grinned and swallowed the entire plug in one slow, smooth move. I took the entire thing into my mouth as he twisted it around inside and against my tongue. As I licked the cum clean from the plug, I felt Rick's hard cock at the entrance to my hole. He dropped the plug on the floor and slapped the purple head of his cock against my wet hole. You could hear the squish as he slapped it a few times. His cock is semi-cut and the skin was pulled back past the rim of his fat head. His cock was a nice 7 or so inches and he could stay hard for a long time, and multiple cumshots in one session. I knew he was excited about the chance to fuck a preloaded hole. He said, "Push some of that cum out. Just a little bit. I wanna use it for lube." I carefully opened my hole a little and pushed and I heard him gasp. "Oh fuck ya.. right there. Just wait". He lined his cockhead in my pucker and took both his hands and gripped my hips and DROVE his cock inside. One fast, deep thrust. Right to the base of his balls. Then he momentarily stopped while I gasped, surprised at the ferocity of his thrust. Then I saw a bottle of poppers appear under my nose and he told me to take a couple of huffs. I did as he suggested and he pulled the bottle away and I heard the lid go back on. I immediately felt his hands on my hips again and as my brain started to float, I felt him pull all the way out to the point where he was stretching my ass lips outward with the big flare of his cockhead. And he slammed into my stretched hole again and again. He started slapping my ass and calling me a cumslut for coming to him with a preloaded hole. And then he settled in to a good solid fuck. One of those fucks where he is deep dicking me and slapping my ass and talking dirty. He told me he loved the feel of the warm load wrapped around his cock as it pistoned in and out. He warned me to squeeze tight and not let any cum or precum spill out of my hole... or else. I was already well stretched out from Rob's big uncut cock and load. Rob had deposited that load deep into my second hole and Rick told me he was enjoying the feeling of the slick, warm cum coating his cock as he plowed in and out. Rick pushed my face down into the office chair and made sure it was up against the desk in a locked in position. I could feel him move forward a few shuffles and I knew what was coming next. He always did that when he wanted to 'dig in' deep inside my second hole. Just like Rob enjoyed the same spot. He continued with some solid slaps on my red ass. My cheeks were getting hot from the slapping. The poppers showed up again. I took a few huffs and braced myself as I felt him really starting to get in deep. He was using his legs to drive himself forward. His hips arched upwards and I could feel his cock bottoming out inside of me. He just took some nice short 1-2" thrusts while buried deep. "I love this feeling brother.. I'm gonna seed your guts and add my load in with Load #1. I'm gonna drown you with cum, I'm so turned on". And he made a funny noise and just pounded the crap out of me. His cock was bouncing around my guts and banging off the edges and the prostate and deep into the second hole as he exploded. He stopped thrashing around and stood still just pumping his hips back and forth gently as I milked the remaining cum from his cock. He churned it up really well and took his time mixing up the two loads of cum up inside of me. After a few minutes, he pulled out and I spun around and took his balls into my hand - right at the base of his balls. I held him balls gently but tight and leaned forward to lick all the cum from his semi-hard cock and all around the base of his cock and his balls. I know just about how much tongue action I can give him without setting of his sensitivity shudders. Once he was licked clean, I stood up and he pushed me towards his bedroom. There was a blanked covering the bed and he told me to get on the bed on my back. I wasn't sure what was coming next, but then he reached over and pulled a sleepmask off the dresser and put it on me. I was 'blacked out' and could only hear and feel what was going on. "Just relax and enjoy the ride" he said and passed me the bottle of poppers. I took a few hits and laid back in the darkness wondering what he was going to do. I felt a couple of fingers open my puffy hole and stroke in and out just an inch or so. Then those same fingers were pushed up against my lips. I opened my mouth and he slid the cummy fingers across my tongue. I sucked them clean and expected him to go back and do it again. Instead I felt the same two fingers being pushed a little deeper into my ass. Then pulled back. About a good minute of being fingered, stretched slightly and having my prostate rubbed randomly as he stroked in and out. It was an incredible feeling. Then a third finger was added. He kept talking about how wet my ass was and how hot it looked dripping cum around his hand. It was definitely turning my crank to hear him go on about how it looked. I sure couldn't see it. A fourth finger slid in beside the others. He was slowly stroking right up to the base of the fingers and his thumb. He kept stroking and sliding his hand around the edge of my hole. I could feel the slickness of his hand thanks to all the cum. And then, he started to slide the thumb in with the four fingers. This was new for him. He had never fisted my hole before. As he worked in deeper and took his time 'pumping' his fist back and forth like a big fat cock, he told me he was going to push all the cum deep into my guts. I took a couple more huffs and then relaxed my hole. He could feel me let it go a little and was ready. His fist slid easily inside my hole and he stopped moving for a minute or so, while I got used to the feeling. He flexed his fingers just a little bit, so I could feel exactly where he was, and once again, I relaxed and told him to keep going. He started to gently pump my hole with his fist. I felt the two longest fingers probing and teasing the ring of muscles into my second hole and I pushed them outwards so he could slide deeper. The feeling was incredible. He just kept 'hand-fucking' me gently and slowly, but continue to push inwards a little bit at a time. He stopped moving and I asked him what was wrong?? He replied " I want to make sure I get a picture of this so you can see how deep my fist is up your asshole buddy". I groaned and flexed my inner and outer ass rings and he started pumping again. He managed to stroked my prostate with every in and out movement and after a few minutes of this wonderful torture, I blew a load of cum. Within seconds of me cumming, he gently pulled his fist out of my ass. I could hear the juices squishing around the entire time. Suddenly, I felt his cock slide back into my hole and heard him 'sigh'. He told me this was the most fun he had enjoyed in a while and his inner piggy definitely came to life. I grinned and just took his cock as he slammed me standing at the edge of his bed. He fed me a couple more huffs of poppers and I felt three fingers slide into my ass beside his thrusting cock. It felt amazing and he used his fingers to grip his cock from one side while I squeezed his cock and fingers with my ass muscles. He spent the next few minutes pushing his cock in and out, then sliding his fingers up inside, then sliding his cock inside along the fingers. The feeling was pretty intense. He made that funny noise again and pulled his cock right to the edge of my ass lips and I could feel some warm spurts of cum all over the edge of my stretched gaping hole. I could also feel a shot or two go directly into my gape and land on the inside of my hole. Then he shoved his cock back in and churned the cum in and out of my ass. I felt his fingers at my mouth again and I licked more of our combined juices from his fingers. He went back down and scooped some more and continued to feed me. I was in piggy heaven feeling his cock and his fingers working over my hole and licking those fingers clean. He pulled back and pulled me off the bed and onto my knees. I quickly felt the head of his dripping cock smack against my lips. I had no idea where he was standing, so I just opened my mouth and he fed his cock inside. I licked his cock and balls clean again using my tongue as a guide of where to clean. Once I knew he was cleaned off, I leaned back on my haunches and he pulled the sleep mask off me. "That was a very hot scene... we need to do that again... soon". He took the butt plug and pushed it back inside of me and said... "Go home and ride a dildo using this cum for lube and get yourself off again. Next time we video this....".

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 3: Zero for 135 All during the drive home from Palm Springs, even when traffic slowed to its inevitable crawl once he hit West Covina, Dr. Matthew’s head was spinning…he had taken about 18 certifiable, unmedicated and toxic loads up his hole the day before, including 4 from his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli. Were there a few moments when he said to himself “What have you done?” Definitely there were…but then the voice in his head reassured him that this is what he wanted, he got into that sling willingly and his own cock shot multiple loads of cum while the poz guys gang-banged him, and later while Martinelli bred him 4 times with his poz seed. It was his destiny and he didn’t want to deny it any longer. So any doubts in his mind were doused and he knew he was on the right path to becoming part of the brotherhood. As an infection disease doctor, he also knew poz conversion from fucking was still relatively unlikely and it’s highly unusual to turn poz from just one night. Yeah, he would wait for the “fuck flu” to hit in a few weeks but he wasn’t confident it would hit, not yet,anyway – so he wasn’t confident, but was hopeful. No, the only way to ensure his getting over the line and seeing 2 red lines on a test strip was to keep taking poz loads. And he knew just who he should speak to about that. Arriving early at the office on Monday morning, Matthew poured some coffee for himself and waited for Keith to arrive. He had sent a text on Sunday afternoon asking Keith to come in a few minutes early as there was something he wanted to mention to him. “Hey, Doc,” Keith greeted him, breezing in and ready to work as always, his ultra-confident manner and eagerness to start a new work week always impressed his employer, Dr Matthew. Keith was looking especially hot this morning in his tight blue scrubs and with the lower part of his radioactive symbol tattoo peeking out under his sleeve. “How was your weekend, Doctor?” the nurse asked, settling in the chair on the other side of Matthew’s desk and sipping his coffee. “I wanted to tell you something, Keith”, the doctor started hesitantly. “It’s not a work thing, it’s more of a personal thing,” he said, shifting in his chair. Keith could sense the young idealistic Doctor was uncomfortable. “I went to Palm Springs,” he began, “specifically the men’s club over in Cathedral City. I enjoyed myself more than I ever have before, and I took about 18 loads of poz cum, including 4 from Dr. Martinelli.” He had blurted out the words, not stopping to gauge his listener’s reaction or thinking about the appropriateness of telling an employee this information. “Oh, yeah, Dan called me Sunday morning,” Keith said, a sly smile “welcome to the chase!” Dr Matthew looked up with a start. He was surprised that even Keith and Dan Martinelli knew each other, but as he thought about it, he realized ‘of course, they are part of the poz brotherhood that has sprung up.’ “What did he say, specifically?” was all the young doctor could utter as he processed this information. “Just that you’re on the chase now, and he helped you out. He said I should aim to help you as well, if you’d be into that…unless it would be awkward since I work for you.” Still kind of reeling from this info, Dr Matthew simply said “Yeah, it’s probably best we don’t mix work and pleasure like that, Keith. But maybe you can put me in the path of some of your poz buddies who can help me out.” And that is how, two nights later, Dr. Matthew had an “appointment” with a friend of Keith’s, a burly Scottish man named Angus who pozzed up himself about three years ago from Randy, a founding member of The Ten. Angus had just earned his first X tattoo and was looking for more conversions from his potent HIV cum. Angus volunteered to be the dedicated gifter to young Dr. Matthew for 6 weeks, and for those weeks they met two or three times per week, every time Angus loading up the young chasing doctor with high-viral seed. Dr Matthew, being the somewhat obsessive person he was, kept a “pozzing spreadsheet” and by the end of the 6 weeks, it showed Angus has deposited 45 loads of HIV into Matthew’s mancunt. Most of their sessions began the same way: Matthew would prep his hole and come over to Angus’ apartment and assume the doggy position, which Angus favored. Frequently, a toothbrush was used to scratch up Matthew’s pretty little hole and then Angus would unleash his uncut poz weapon inside the young chaser’s ass. It was more clinical than anything romantic but still Matthew’s neg cock would spurt forth a couple of loads of cum as Angus’ thick uncut poz pole plundered the young doctor’s neg mancunt. Angus, like all of The Ten, was a proven poz multi-cummer and one fuck per night simply wouldn’t do, and in a few minutes the burly Scot would be back up the young doctors pussy to inseminate more toxic seed. And it went on like this for those 6 weeks, yet Dr. Matthew still had no signs of the fuck flu he was all too familiar in seeing in others. For all of Angus’s efforts, his strain did not imprint inside Matthew’s body. Matthew figured it would happen, but even after 45 loads of infected Scottish seed, the deed had not been done…in terms of poz results vs poz loads taken, he was now 0 for 63. He admitted to himself a bit of discouragement. Every home test would only display one red line, never two. Angus had to travel to the UK at the end of September, so Keith set Matthew up with a new dedicated donor: Mack, or “Sir Mack,” as his social media accounts proclaimed was a dominant black Daddy type, originally from Trinidad, who had been pozzing chasers in Miami for years now, with a great track record, Sir Mack and his 10-inch pierced pozzing stick had brought over 30 guys into the brotherhood, an effort dedicated with 3 dark X’s inked across his mid-section, as well as a biohazard symbol on each arm and a scorpion with a bloody red stinger emblazoned across his chest. Mack threw a mean fuck into whoever’s hole was in front of him, and as with all members of The Ten, he could cum buckets, and repeatedly in a single pozzing session. Mack had decamped to California for a few weeks to film content…his fan pages were wildly popular, with thousands of guys subscribing to see Mack roughly plow faceless bottoms into poz status. Sir Mack, therefore, eagerly accepted the gig from Keith to poz up the young doctor…he had a particular fixation on infecting medical professionals and turning them into poz cumdumps and gifters. He counted 8 nurses, 3 physical therapists, 4 respiratory therapists, 2 psychologists among his poz progeny, all of whom have further passed the gift to countless others. Now he would get a Medical Doctor, and an HIV specialist at that, to breed and gift into the brotherhood, and he could hardly wait. Keith warned Dr. Matthew that as hot and sexy as Angus was, Sir Mack throws an entirely different fuck into a bottom – Mack is rough and dominant and when he wants to fuck and breed his HIV into someone, nothing stops him. “You’re basically just a hole when you’re in Sir Mack’s vicinity, Doc,” was what Keith told the young HIV chasing doctor. “He threw me around like a ragdoll when we fucked, so brace yourself. You’ll love it, but it’s a wild ride.” As he drove to Sir Mack’s rental house, Matthew was nervous but excited. He would have been happy if Angus had ended up his pozfather, but since that didn’t happen, he was eager for Mack to convert him. Matthew had decided he wanted to know his gifter, the man who would shoot his HIV into his hole and turn the chaser in him into the newest member of the Class of 2025 poz brotherhood. As much as he had liked the Cathedral City gangbang from Frankie and Co., he wanted a deep connection to his gifter, to know the strain that pozzed him. Would it be Sir Mack? His hole twitched in anticipation. He was also expecting a dominant Daddy-type to do to him what Keith described – throw him around like a ragdoll. So, imaging his surprise when Sir Mack opened the door and greeted Matthew with a deep kiss and hug. Whereas Angus would greet Matthew fully naked and hard, ready to AIDS-fuck, Mack greeted him at the door fully clothed and, in fact, wearing an apron, and embraced him deeply followed by a tender kiss. “What was happening,” Matthew thought to himself? “I thought I’d make you some dinner, since you’ll be here awhile,” Mack explained, walking into the kitchen and stirring a large pot bubbling on the stove. “Of course, we’ll eat after we take care of business,” Mack said, turning back to Matthew and smiling a 1000-watt smile at him. “There’s some wine there,” he said, pointing to an opened bottle of red. “Help yourself.” “You look a little stunned, Matthew,?” Mack asked. “It’s just that I think I expected a different sort of welcome,” the young doctor replied, “I had heard you would be very rough.” Mack chuckled “Oh, that’s just my fan content stuff…gotta maintain the stereotype. When you look like me, guys expect a certain scene. Did Keith tell you that? Yeah, I fucked Keith a few times on the fan page…that was ‘content,’ this is different. This is more real, just you and me. If I’m gonna be your poz Daddy, I think we need to establish more of a connection, don’t you?” Matthew was relieved to hear this and his hole twitched some more. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get those clothes off and get into bed,” Mack told the young doctor “I’ll be up in a minute,” he said, switching off the stove burner and moving the pot into the oven. Matthew did as instructed, got into bed and was fingering his twitching hole, his cock expanding as he heard Mack’s footsteps on the stairs. “Leave your hole to me,” Mack said, seeing Matthew fingering it. And with that, Mack gently turned Matthew onto his stomach, hiked up his legs and ass and ate out the young doctor’s negative pussy for about 10 minutes. Matthew was in ecstasy at this – Angus almost never rimmed him, or for very long, and Mack’s caring treatment of Matthew’s hole had him so relaxed and open, like no one had ever done prior. “You’re ready,” Mack finally announced and Matthew felt the first of Mack’s 10 thick inches penetrate his waiting cunt. “Little bit at first, I have wanted in this pussy for a long time, I want to take my time right now,” Mack told him as Matthew braced himself for the remainder of the pierced HIV club Mack was pressing into him. At Mack’s command, he breathed deeply and Mack used that to slide the rest of the fat AIDS-cock into the young, impressionable doctor. He was in up to the hilt now. Typical of all The Ten, Mack’s cock was precumming like crazy, already spreading his HIV into the young doctor. Slowly, Mack began to piston it in and out of the hole, Matthew writhing in pleasure and moaning into the pillow. Mack took his left arm and brought the young doctor up close to him…”Feel that cock in there, Matthew? It’s bringing you right into the poz brotherhood,” he said repeatedly as he picked up his pace and soon was plunging the poz weapon deep inside the young physician. This went on for awhile, longer than Frankie, or Dr. Martinelli or Angus ever lasted up inside Matthew’s neg mancunt, but Mack was having too much fun and pleasure to want to stop now and the deep drilling continued for another 15 minutes without a break, the young doctor squirming and moaning in pleasure. Finally, the moment came for Mack to impregnate Matthew with this viral load and as usual with Mack, it was a gusher – Matthew, in his daze, could feel 11 or 12 shots of pure venom unloaded into him from the powerful Trinidadian Daddy, but honestly it could have been more than that, he was in such bliss knowing this titan of a man was loading him up with pure poz seed. Mack shuddered and thrust his cock deeper, as if to get every drop of HIV into the young doctor and then finally withdrew and rolled Matthew over onto his back and beside him. “We’ll go again in a few minutes,” he said “You know, I’m good for at least 3 more loads, and you’ll be getting them, and then we can eat,” he said, passing Matthew a glass of water. “Stay hydrated and hold that seed in your hole, Doctor. I’ll be adding more shortly.” The process went on for another 3 hours, as Mack would deeply rim the gaping hole, tasting some of his own AIDS-cum and bringing it up to Matthew to sample as well. Then, more deep and prolonged fucking and loading up the doctor’s hole, which by the fourth plundering of the evening, was blown out into an O shape, HIV-cum clinging to the walls. Mack thrust a lucite dildo up into the hole and told Matthew to keep it there. They finally went down to eat and drink some more wine, Matthew was spinning out in his head at the thought of Mack’s potent seed already possibly doing it’s work on his body, penetrating its defenses and converting the chaser into a successful poz brother. And this was what happened every few nights for the entirety of the 6 weeks that Mack was staying in Los Angeles. By Matthew’s spreadsheet, he had received 72 loads of Mack’s AIDS-seed, so imagine the disappointment at every home test showing only the one line of negativity and not the two red lines of beautiful HIV positivity. Eventually, Mack’s short-term lease was up – in addition to his working to poz Matthew, he had filmed dozens of hard-driving fuck scenes with scores of guys for his content pages, so it was finally time for him to return home to Miami. There was an emotional scene at the LAX departures lobby as Matthew wept softly into Sir Mack’s broad shoulders at not converting by him, but Mack reassured the young doctor. “Do not worry, son, it will happen, and when it does we will celebrate,” and with that, he was through security and out of sight in the crush of the airport. Matthew pulled out his phone to look at the spreadsheet…by Matthew’s calculations, this meant 135 loads of cum, from the gangbang in Cathedral City, from his mentor Dr. Martinelli, from Angus and now from Sir Mack had failed to upgrade Dr. Matthew into the poz brotherhood. Class of 2025 might have to wait until Class of 2026! He knew what he had to do: He dialed Keith’s number. End of Chapter 3

“Come on, dear,” Said Timmy’s mother. “ I think we need a little chat, don’t you?” and she led Jane off down the tow path. The men had finished with Nigel. He lay there panting, covered in sweat and cum. Arthur knelt and ruffled his hair. “Nice one!” He said. He bent and delicately licked the drool of cum leaking from Nigel’s arsehole, releasing his old dick and rubbing it to erection. “Just one more “ He said, covering the naked body and sliding his cock up inside. “and this one’s toxic as heck!” With that he grunted and spurted his diseased sperm deep inside Nigel who groaned as he felt the throbbing inside him. Arthur got off, found a rag and cleaned the lad up as best as he could. “Off you go, Nigel” He said when he was dressed. “I expect you’ll have some words with your aunty, eh?” Nigel set off and found his aunt drinking tea in the living room. Kevin sat on the other sofa, a miserable expression on his face. He was wearing a dressing gown and it looked like he was nude beneath. “Aha!” Said Jane. “So you’re back?” Nigel didn’t know what to say. “Apart from that disgusting exhibition this afternoon, Kevin tells us you’d already been a little slut in the sauna.” she said. Nigel flushed and nodded. She smiled. “and I bet you love the feel of a cock spewing nasty cum in you, eh? You’re as disgusting as each other.” The front door opened and Timmy’s mother came in. “All sorted,” she said. “ They’ll be here in a minute.” Aunt Jane turned to Kevin. “Take that thing off. Show us your pathetic body.” Kevin blushed, but he undid the belt and pushed it off his shoulders and sat there naked. “Now you.” They both looked at Nigel. “Come on!” Blushing and sweating with embarrassment he stripped off until he was naked and trembling, though his tiny cock was hard beneath his belly. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. “Stay there!” Said Jane. She went out. Nigel heard male voices and then the door opened and Arthur came in with two of the men from the canal. They were both black, middle aged and still holding a bottle of booze. They looked a bit uncertain when they saw the two women and Kevin and Nigel both naked. “Don’t mind us!” Said Timmy’s mum, guiding Jane over to some chairs by the dining table. The men laughed and nudged each other. Arthur decided to get things going. He dropped his trousers and began to wank his cock. “Kneel on the sofa then, mate” He said to Kevin. Kevin paused and looked at Jane. She gave nothing away but Timmy’s mum said “bend over, then.” He turned and knelt on the cushions, offering his ample bottom to the room. Nigel saw Timmy’s mother smirking and a look of shock but excitement on Jane’s face as she saw Kevin’s arse upraised. Arthur dug a dirty tube of lube from his pocket and applied some to Kevin’s hole. Sighing happily, he raised his shirt and began to slide his cock into Kevin’s rectum. Kevin’s groan was matched by the gasp from Jane as she watched in fascination as Kevin was buggered by the disgusting old man. The two other men closed in on Kevin, feeling his body and squeezing his little cock. After a few moments they began to strip, exposing sizeable black cocks below hairy bellies as the room filled with Kevin’s groans. Nigel was trembling as they led him to the other sofa and made him kneel. The two women stared at him as on of the men grabbed the lube from the side table and rubbed it into his cock. Then the other man held Kevin’s cheeks apart and they all watched as the big, black cock sank between the pale, upraised buttocks. Nigel gasped as he was buggered and he heard Arthur grunt as he shot his load. “Well now, isn’t this nice.” Said Timmy’s mother. “You must come round to my place one evening!”

The next day, Nigel was left on his own as his aunt was meeting a friend and Kevin had a job on the other side of town. He was excited but apprehensive about what had happened at the sauna. Had he really let those old men fuck him? It seemed like a dream, but his sore and gaping arsehole was evidence it wasn’t. He was worried about the toxic cum in him but also excited when he thought about it and couldn’t help wanking his little cock until it spurted in the toilet. Later, he decided to go into town with the vague idea of going to see a film. It wasn’t a great town, somewhat run down, but it had a canal running through it and as he was early he decided to walk along the tow path. It was a hot day and he began to get sweaty even though he was only wearing a tee shirt and shorts over his short, fat body. He found himself in an older area with a wall beside the path and a succession of tunnels over the canal. As he approached one, he saw a group of men standing under the arch which also seemed to have some kind of alcove in the back of it. They were mostly black, very rough looking and passing a bottle between them. He hesitated about walking through them but then recognised a small old man from the sauna who he remembered was called Arthur. “Well, well!” He grinned, showing off his blackened teeth. “If it isn’t Nigel from yesterday. How’s your bum? Still sore?” Nigel blushed as he approached the group. He intended to keep walking, but Arthur took his arm and a couple of the men barred his way. “He’s got a lovely arse. Fat cheeks and tight hole.” The men grinned and leered at him. Nigel felt afraid yet excited. He wanted to leave, but something made him also want to stay. One of the men offered him the bottle. He was a short, old black guy with a stained sweat shirt and trousers. “Have a swig!” He said in a tone which was more of an order. Nigel took the bottle. The liquor burned his throat and made his eyes water. The men laughed and one of them suddenly pinched his nipple through his tee shirt. He gasped but felt his cock stiffen in his shorts. Arthur produced some poppers and handed them round. The air under the arch was filled with aroma which made Nigel’s heart pound. “Good lad!” Said Arthur. “I’m sure you’d like to entertain my friends, wouldn’t you?” He indicated the alcove in the back of the tunnel. There was a pile of rubbish, and in amongst it was an old, stained mattress. “ I...I..dunno.” Said Nigel, his head swimming from the poppers. Around him, a couple of old men opened their trousers and were wanking hungrily. “Don’t worry. They just want to fuck you. You’d like that wouldn’t you? “Arthur stuck the bottle under his nose and Nigel felt himself led into the darkened alcove. “By the way, we’re all very toxic but you won’t mind being bred with their dirty babies will you? After all, you're probably already pregnant, eh?” Nigel’s head was swimming but the poppers had made him melt with lust. He heard Arthur say “Someone keep watch while we do him!” Then he was in the alcove and eager hands stripped him of tee shirt and shorts. He heard them sigh happily as they laid his nude body face down on the mattress. Something wet and slippery was rubbed in the cleft between his buttocks and then the first of them got on top of him and slid a heavy cock up his arsehole. He gasped with the size of it, but it felt so good he opened around it easliy Arthur stood in the tunnel looking along the path. Every now and then he glanced into the alcove, noting yet another pair of naked, sweating buttocks rise and fall on Nigel’s pale body as he was buggered. Two women were coming along the path. One he recognised from the sauna – Timmy’s mother was it? - but he didn’t know the other. As they drew level Timmy’s mum said “ Hello Arthur. What are you doing here? “ She glanced at the homeless guys and leered. “I think I know!” Arthur just laughed and licked his lips at her. “This is my friend, Jane. Her nephew Nigel is staying with her and he said he might come into town later so we’re walking in to find him.” There was a grunt and a low moan of ecstasy from the alcove. The women glanced at each other at the unmistakable sounds of sex. Nigel's aunt blushed as Arthur winked at her. Arthur grinned. This was a turn up! Should he? Should he? He giggled and moved the crowd aside so they could see the alcove. Nigel was naked, face down being fucked slowly, sexily by a fat black guy who had his trousers down. His naked bittocks clenched and relaxed as he thrust into the arsehole already lubed with several loads of spunk. Nigel turned his head and opened his eyes “Aunt!” He gasped. She raised her hand to her mouth “Nigel!” she said in shock. Timmy’s mother laughed and gave her a cuddle. “Naughty little so and so, isn’t he?”

Part Two: Urge to Damage Daniel couldn't shake the memory of Juan's thick cock filling him up, the way he took control, and the raw emotions that came with it. The entire week had been busy, but in the quiet moments, he found himself craving Juan's domice again.ade him feel safe and experience emotions he had forgotten were possible in parts of himself he thought he lost. He did have second thoughts as he texted Juan, and when he booked the motel for the two of them, and even on the drive there, but he ignored them. Paying attention to doubts would lead to an empty existence without Juan. Juan had been bursting with anticipation after receiving Daniel's text. It made him uncomfortable to feel that way again, that was a reason he had been difficult in the past. The emotions were too overwhelming for him to handle, at least what he believed he could at the time. But once they met up at a seedy motel on the outskirts of town and entered the dimly lit room, the turn of the lock shut everything else out. Juan had a bong and was packing the shards in the glass bowl. His shirt off and his pants unbuttoned, belt clanging as he sat down. Daniel stripped down to his brief underwear and just a t-shirt. Juan's eyes roamed over Daniel's body, taking in every inch of him, appreciating the way he'd filled out over the years. Daniel smiled and then turned away as he felt Juan's gaze, desiring him and wanting him. He loved that feeling. "You are so perfect," Juan said. He clicked the torch and started to melt the white shards of crystal. "I've missed you," Daniel said, his voice thin. They sat on the bed, their bodies intensely close as they took hits of the bong. Their shotguns turned into deep kisses, their tongues dancing over each other, tasting the sweet and bitter mix of their saliva and the meth. "I have needed you so bad," Daniel whispered, his voice heavy with desire. “Yeah? Gonna have to show me just how bad," Juan shot back, his eyes staying on the bowl he was warming up. “I will… because I’m not just frontin’... I am serious, Juan,” Daniel said with an edge as he gasped, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke into Juan’s mouth. Their tongues tapped each other before Daniel pulled away. “Didn’t you say you were a broken person cause of me” Juan said, attempting to keep things light failing. Daniel frowned, “Not my proudest moment.” slipped his jeans off and when he went to slip his high-tops off, he clocked Daniel’s eyes. He shook his head slightly. Juan kept them on. “Something made you say it.” Daniel ran his finger down Juan’s arm. “Yeah, you. But the you back then. This is now, and what I want now is you.” Daniel’s voice was firm and seductive. Juan’s cock got stiffer under his boxers. “You, now, are different, that’s for sure.” He slipped his hand in his boxers and started stroking his cock. He ran the precum up and down his shaft. Briefs off and hopping on the bed, Daniel had rolled onto his stomach, his ass perked up. On his elbows, he lit the torch for Juan to take a long, slow hit of the bong and looked up at him adoringly. Juan flashed a smile at Daniel and then said, smoking flowing out of his mouth, “This is pretty different, yeah?” He spread Daniel's cheeks and gently pushed his face against the tight hole. Smoke billowed out from his mouth as he started circling his tongue all over it. "You never ate me out before," Daniel said, startled. "Your tongue… oh fuck… damn…." he began moaning. Juan pulled his mouth away from the hole only to spit on it and push his face into it again. Juan tasted so good, he couldn’t control himself. His tongue circled the tight entrance, wetting it for access. "Are you mine?" Juan asked right before pushing his tongue further into Daniel's hole. "I'm yours," Daniel replied, his voice trembling with excitement. Juan was wildly pushing as much spit out of his mouth as he could. He roughly swiped his tongue over Daniel’s hole, over and over again. Juan lubed up his cock, his thick fingers sliding easily over his shaft. He positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's hole. "Push that hole open," he felt his cock slip in far enough so his hips moved slowly at first. "Open my hole up, baby…” Daniel begged, his voice strained with pleasure. Something about the way Daniel seemed to be demanding things bothered Juan. He became rougher, faster, and more aggressive. He grabbed Daniel's hips, pulling him back against him, slamming his cock deep inside. "Your hole is mine, you get that right?" Juan growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Yes, yes, I do," Daniel moaned, his body arching with each thrust. Juan growled and spoke in a deep voice, "I need to make sure, because Daniel, I am not letting you go this time." His fingers dug into Daniel's hips, imprinting on his skin. Daniel could barely speak with the waves that radiated through his body. He was running on pure instinct, so he started to throw his hips back onto Jucock. I have to show him, Daniel thought hazily. When Juan realized that Daniel was throwing his hips back - something he had never done before - he felt his own waves run through his body. They triggered a power play between them, and Juan felt he couldn't move until Daniel decided he was done bouncing on his cock. He watched, amazed, as cream started to run down his shaft. "Show me... that's it, baby... show me... take all that cock... let me see you make that cock yours..." Daniel threw his head back and moaned; he was so spun, but when he heard the last thing Juan said, he had a jolt of clarity and an adrenaline rush that sobered him up just enough to do what Juan demanded. Daniel moved his hips, sliding into different motions, all while slamming the entire uncut cock into his creaming hole. Daniel looked over his shoulder at Juan, "Just let go," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Juan moaned; it was his turn not to be able to speak. Then he said, "My cock is yours... it belongs to you, Daniel.” He continued to moan wildly, “Bounce on that big cock. Go all the way down.” Slowly, he started to get irritated by how much this moment turned him on. I gotta restore order, he thought. So, he pushed Daniel's face into the mattress, forcing his ass up higher for deeper access. Daniel held his ass there for Juan to dig in deep, pounding strokes. Neither of them knew how long they'd been fucking; they were in a trance most of the time, swirling from the clouds of lust and desire. "I'm gonna cum in you, I'm gonna brand you as mine." Juan grunted, from his cock swelling larger inside Daniel. "Own me." Daniel begged, his body trembling with anticipation. Juan let out a deep yell, growling into Daniel's ear as he released his load inside him. Daniel felt a satisfaction that he had been waiting for; it was what he needed from Juan. It was what set off a release of the fear he had. "I love you," Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you too," Juan replied, his voice softening. "I want whatever comes after tonight," Juan said, his voice filled with a hint of sadness. "I do too," Daniel agreed, his eyes meeting Juan's. They were both a bit surprised to be saying everything they were saying. But this was different; they were different. Juan had submitted to Daniel, and Daniel had dominated Juan. The unfair dynamic, the fear, the trust that emerged in that instant wasn't something either of them could explain in the moment. After two hot rails each, Juan found it incredibly hot that his cock was still glistening with cum. "Show me how much you love me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Clean that cum off my dick with your mouth.” Daniel, his mind clouded, loved the taste of Juan's cum, loved the way it coated his tongue and slid down his throat. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's thick shaft, his tongue lapping at the cum that dripped from the tip. Juan groaned, his hands tangling in Daniel's hair as he guided him up and down his cock. Daniel's mouth was warm and wet, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, cleaning every last drop of cum. "You're such a good boy," Juan said, his voice filled with approval. "You love my cum, don't you?" He took his cock and traced it along Daniel’s lips Daniel nodded, his mouth still wrapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly and that made Juan melt. Juan pulled Daniel off his cock, his eyes burning with lust. "I want you to suck me off until I come again," he said, his voice filled with authority. Daniel nodded eagerly, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting Juan's cum again. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's cock once more. He bobbed his head up and down, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, his hand stroking the base. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel's mouth. He loved the way Daniel's lips stretched around his cock, the way his tongue swirled around the head, the way his throat constricted as he took him deep. "You're such a good cocksucker," Juan growled, his voice filled with approval. "You love sucking my cock, don't you?" Daniel nodded, mouth sapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers down Juan's spine. Juan's thrusts became more erratic, his breath hitching as he neared his climax. He grabbed Daniel's hair, pulling him off his cock. “Open your fucking mouth for me," he said with force. Daniel nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on Juan's cock. He stroked it slowly, his tongue flicking out to lick the pre-cum that dripped from the tip. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he came, his cum splashing across Daniel's face and into his mouth. Daniel moaned softly, dazed and high. Juan collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Daniel crawled up beside him, his face still covered in cum. With his finger, he pushed his come inside of Daniel’s mouth. Moaning, Daniel said, “it taste so good.” Juan smiled and roughly pulled Daniel in for a kiss. Juan groaned, his tongue sliding into Daniel's mouth, tasting his own cum on Daniel's lips. He loved the way Daniel tasted, loved the way he felt in his arms. They lay there for a while, their bodies stuck together with sweat. They may have even dozed off. "This is a thing now, isn’t it…?" Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion. Juan nodded, his eyes meeting Daniel's. "It is," his voice softened. Daniel began kissing Juan all over, worshiping him with his lips and tongue. Juan groaned, his body responding to the tender touch. He felt a deep connection to Daniel, a sense of longing that he couldn't ignore. "Daniel, I...I don't know what it is about you," Juan whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "But I feel like I'm home when I'm with you. Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be." Daniel looked up at Juan, his eyes shining with adoration. "I feel it too," he whispered back, his voice barely audible. As they spoke, their bodies began to respond, their desire for each other growing. Juan's cock stiffened, Daniel's eyes locked on it, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as Daniel stroked him. "This is why I acted so messed up all the time. Like it hurts how much I want you, and when I thought about losing you," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "You can’t lose me. Let me show you why." Daniel replied, his eyes shot a glance over to the nightstand. Juan knew what he meant. Juan reached for the meth, crushing it into a fine powder. He sprinkled it onto the tip of his cock, his eyes locked on Daniel's. "Get you so spun," Juan started to say, dark excitement in his tone, "That the only thing you can think about is me." Daniel nodded eagerly, his body trembling with anticipation. Juan positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's entrance. He pushed in slowly, the meth on his cock burning as it entered Daniel's body. Daniel gasped, his body arching as he felt the flash of the burning sensation in his ass. "Oh God," he moaned, his hand instinctively shot back to hold off Juan from thrusting. Juan laughed deeply, “Nah, nah. This is what you wanted to happen. So it's gonna happen.” Daniel winced from the burning sensation the Tina gave him. He bit his lip and said, “Okay….yes….baby.” Juan spit on his dick and added more lube as he started to fuck him, his hips moving slowly at first, building up speed as Daniel's body adjusted to the sensation. “Fuck, Juan…” Daniel moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. Juan reached for more crushed Tina which he sprinkled in between a thrust. Daniel cried out from the burn, and that made Juan’s dick even harder. He spit on his dick and on Daniel’s hole. “You gettin’ spun for me?” Juan said, his voice light and wavy, “You get all cock-hungry and obsessed with me and only me, papa?” Daniel’s voice was barely above a whisper as he started to say, "Yes, Juan. I would do anything for you” Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel harder. "I love you so fucking much," he growled. [END of PART TWO]

They say, "it's a small world," but when it's a brotherhood, the connections/contacts among poz men resemble a spider's web, and so Dr. Matthew is forever connected to his mentor and his poz buddies. The probability of Matthew converting from one or more of the 18 loads he took in this chapter is very high and is quite fitting for him and his future (Matthew will have a ready-made supportive friend group to help him adjust to living as a poz guy and likely gifting chasers his toxic cum.) Matthew finally realized (like most chasers) that the desire to become poz doesn't fade or go away. In fact, time only increases the need to achieve the poz/toxic status and begin to breed those seeking HIV. Dr. Dan alludes to this fact when he says, "He has never been happier." since he started gifting men his strain. Undoubtedly, Matthew's approach with his patients will be different. No longer will he advise them on meds right away. He might even offer his ass to patients to deposit their toxic cum into. So many pozzibilities for Matthew to become known as Dr. Poz Pig! Thanks, @Van2man!

Jim got home late. He couldn’t believe what had happened at Timmy’s. Had he really let his student and his grandfather fuck him bare like that? He was aware that he had vaguely hoped for something to happen when he went there, but nothing like that. When he got home, he stripped off and examined himself in the full length mirror in his wardrobe. Not for the first time he sighed at the sight of his fat, white body which he found so unattractive. But now, as he turned to look at his naked bottom, he realised something had changed. Two cocks had slid up between those flabby cheeks and he was carrying their sperm. They had wanted him, and now he wanted more. The next day, he had to go into town to buy a suit for the new term at school. He liked to mark each new year with a new jacket or suit. Unfortunately, Jim’s car was in the garage so he decided to get the bus. He was lost in thought and didn’t really pay attention to his stop until he had gone past. The bus was in a run down part of town near the disused railway when he got off. There was litter in the streets and people hanging around who looked down at heel and stared at him as he stood unsure where to go. Then he saw a street sign for the town centre so he followed it. The street became an alley with back doors to various run down shops and overflowing rubbish bins outside. Jim became worried. He didn’t care for this area and he also really needed to pee. Further ahead he could see a wider street crossing the alley with more traffic so he hurried on thinking it must be near the centre. As he turned a bend in the alley, he saw a sign saying “toilets” and pointing down a short side alley. He hesitated but he really needed to pee so he turned down and found an old brick building in a dark dead end with small, grimy windows and ladies and gents doors. It was gloomy and damp inside and smelled like it hadn’t been cleaned in a while. Jim went round a wall screening off the toilet from the doorway and paused. There were several men inside watching a pale, thin youth kneeling sucking the cock of a white haired old man with his pants down. Jim gasped and they looked at him. The youth made to get up, but the old man held his head in place and grinned at Jim. “Come in or fuck off!” He said softly. Jim felt the hairs rise on his neck and his cock tighten. The youth continued sucking as Jim stood there. There was a smell of piss and poppers in the confined space as one of the men gestured for him to come in. In a daze, Jim moved over to the group and watched the cock in the youth’s mouth. Rough hands tugged at his belt and someone grabbed his neck and kissed him. Jim groaned as the questing tongue filled his mouth and then he felt cool air on his body as his trousers and pants were pulled down. A hand tugged at his small cock as others explored his fat backside. “Nice,” someone whispered. “Bend over.” Jim hesitated. This was really depraved. He didn’t even know these men and they could be carrying any kind of disease. The man stopped kissing him and pressed a bottle to his nose. The poppers swept through him and he felt his heart pound with lust. “Bend over!” The voice hissed and other hands tugged at his shoulders. With a sob of surrender, Jim bent forward, exposing his arse to them. A finger rubbed lube into his hole and the voice said “Me first!” Hands steadied his shoulders as a blunt, greasy cock nosed between his cheeks and found his arsehole. “Oh..oh..no...not bare!” He gasped but they ignored him. The heavy cock stretched his hole then slid in and up until the man’s belly was tight against him and his rectum was full of the fat cock. “Ahhh!” He gasped as the cock began to slide in and out. It felt sooooo good he couldn’t resist. Like a bitch in heat, he arched his back and stretched his cheeks to allow deeper access to his hole. “Yeah!” someone whispered. “He’s into it now.” A hand stroked his hair and patted his shoulder. “Good slut! Yeah, take his cock.” The pounding got more urgent. “Gonna cum!” Hissed the man in him. “Oh yeah! Load him up. Give him a dirty load!” The man fucking him groaned and jerked. Jim felt his cock throbbing and knew he was spurting in him. After a few moments, the cock slid out. He felt sperm trickle over his balls as hands grabbed his hips and a long, thin cock began to slide in through the cum and lube. “W...wait!” He gasped “ I need to piss!” The man continued to fuck him as an old man bent and slithered under Jim’s belly. “Go on then!” He whispered in a high pitched voice. Jim felt warm lips engulf his cock. They didn’t suck him, but held his cock. The cock in him felt so good, it was literally making him lose control of his body. He tried to stop it, tied to resist the next descent into depravity, but he couldn’t. His cock twitched and then he gave way and started to piss. The old man moaned appreciatively and began to swallow as Jim let go, his mind lost in a whirl of surrender as he was fucked and pissing at the same time. “There you go” whispered the voice. “and now you’re being bred. He’s going to fill you with his toxic babies and knock you up like you deserve!” The cock in him began to spurt and Jim sobbed as he accepted his fate, imagining the sperm swimming inside him and making him pregnant.

Why hadn’t Kevin come back? Nigel looked at the naked man and the heavy, drooling cock and felt his sensible, rational self fading before the lust he felt. Slowly, he raised his tee shirt over his head, hooked his thumbs in his shorts, then pushed them down and stepped out of his clothes. His face was red with embarrassment as he felt Bill’s eyes on his chubby body and ashamed at his small cock and balls hanging below his ample belly. Bill moved towards him “So...you want to stay then?” Nigel felt the heat from the man’s body and gasped as Bill took his hand and curled it around his penis. It was warm and the skin was smooth. His fingers stroked it and were soon coated in Bill’s precum. Bill lifted Nigel’s hand and licked the cum from his fingers. Nigel shivered with lust and fear and Bill smiled. “Let’s go upstairs and find Kevin, shall we? I’m sure everyone’s checking him out by now.” Bill led the way up the narrow stairs, giving Nigel a close up view of his backside. As he climbed, the hairy buttocks parted to reveal a dark cleft glistening with some kind of lube. Nigel swallowed hard. He was excited by Bill’s bum, but also worried about what might happen next. They reached the landing. Kevin’s tool bag was outside the toilet but he wasn’t there. Nigel heard a TV and voices coming from a room across the way and followed Bill to the doorway. He felt really nervous about being seen naked as Bill stood back and pushed him inside. There were several men in the room on two couches. A TV on the wall was showing porn, but it wasn’t what made Nigel gasp with shock. Two old men sat on the filthy couches stroking erections as a nude man knelt beside them being fucked in his fat arse by a short, muscular black guy with a bald head and rings in his dark nipples. As he thrust back and forth, Nigel saw his cock was bare and glistening with cum or lube. The kneeling man groaned and turned his head and his eyes went wide as he saw Nigel standing in the door way. “K...Kevin!” Gasped Nigel. Kevin smiled and just knelt there being fucked. “But...he’s doing it...bareback!” Bill’s hand slid over Nigel’s back and cupped his buttocks. “Of course he is.” His finger slid between the soft mounds and probed Nigel’s arsehole. “He’s going to feel some sperm in him soon and he’ll get pregnant.” Nigel paled as he realised what that meant. But he couldn’t stop watching as the black guy’s thrusts became more urgent. He grabbed Kevin’s hips and grunted softly. He shuddered in orgasm and when he’d finished, he pulled a long, cum smeared cock out of Kevin’s rectum. “There you go!” laughed Bill. “Thanks,” grunted the black guy. He came over and winked at Nigel who was transfixed by the dripping cock hanging beneath his belly. “Mmmm,” He said. “Nice arse. I’ll give you my babies later.” Kevin sank down onto the couch. He could feel the spunk dripping out of his arsehole onto the filthy material. He looked at Kevin standing, nude, in the doorway being fely up by Bill. The lad was obviously excited by what he had seen but also unsure and fearfuk about this room full of toxic old men. “Well, Nigel.” He said. “You’ve seen me being bred now. Why don’t you sit down over here and relax for a bit.” Bill pushed Nigel gently into the room and he went over to the sofa on rubbery legs. The two old men made a space and he sat between them, feeling the heat ad sweaty smell of their old bodies. The thin one he had seen before said “I’m Sid, and this isArthur.” The other man was shorter, older and when he grinned he revealed a mouthful of broken and blackened teeth. He was sporting a thick erection which rose up from a metal ring at it’s base and he licked his lips when he saw Nigel stare at it. Nigel looked away red faced. He couldn’t believe what he’d seen. He wasn’t stupid. He realised this dirty old men were toxic and he’d probably seen his aunt’s husband being pozzed. He squirmed and felt he should go, and yet it was so exciting to be here naked. Arthur produced a small brown bottle which he sniffed. It smelt like solvent and the whiff of it made Nigel’s heart beat and he felt languid and sexy. “So,” said Sid “You’re Kevin’s nephew.” As he spoke, he took Nigels hand and wrapped it rounf his stiiff cock. “N...no..”replied Nigel. “He’s married to my aunt.” He watched as Kevin sniffed the bottle and sagged back playing with a small cock beneath his belly. “Are you going soon, Arthur?” Asked Sid, ignoring Nigel’s reply. “Yeah, got to see a man in town” He pushed the bottle under Nigel’s nose and the youth felt the poppers sweep through him, washing away his anxiety and making him feel in heat. He felt hands gently raise and push him until he was kneeling on the sofa. He heard Sid say “Nice young man you’ve got here, Kevin.” as he rubbed something cold and slippery into Nigel’s arsehole. He jumped at this intimate contact as Arthur got heavily off the sofa and went behind him. He felt his boney fingers on his hips and then the heavy cock pushed against his hole. “W...wait...ooof..it hurts!” He wailed Kevin reached over and put the bottle under Nigel’s nose. “Just relax, Nigel” He whispered. “Let him in.” Nigel gasped and then the old man’s cock stretched him wider, wider and then slid up him in a rush. He groaned as he was impaled and then the man began to slide in and out, his balls slapping against his own. “Nice,” said Sid. “ What time have you got to be in town?” Arthur was picking up the pace, enjoying the feel of the lad’s rectum around his cock. “Oh..ahh...in about an hour.” He gasped “Gonna cum soon!” Nigel shook with the thrusts as the poppers wore off. He realised the man was intent on cumming toxic spunk in him and the thought made him excited and fearful at the same time. Kevin stroked his head “Shhhh.”He said. “You know you want it. It will be over soon.” Arthur was thrusting madly back and forth and then he cried out, pushed against Nigel’s bum and he felt the penis in him throb and throb as it spurted inside him. The old man stepped back and pulled out his cock and slapped Nigel’s bum. “Phew! Thanks!” Bill laughed and went off downstairs with Arthur. Sid stood up and moved into position. “It’s in you now, Nigel.” Kevin said. “We’ll make sure your pregnant before we go home, shall we?” As he spoke, Sid’s cock slid easily up inside Nigel’s arse through the lube and Arthur’s spunk and he sagged in surrender beneath the old man’s thrusts...

The next day Kevin had to pick up some supplies and fuel the truck, so he picked Nigel up after lunch. It was a hot day and the loose tee-shirt Kevin wore to hide his floppy tits was stained with sweat when Nigel climbed in the cab. The youth was wearing shorts and a skimpy tee shirt over his plump torso which exposed his ample belly. For the first time, Kevin wondered if Nigel might be gay. “So where are we going.” said Nigel sarcastically. “We’re going to a place I went yesterday to check the job I did was ok.” He looked sideways at Nigel. “It’s a gay sauna.” Nigel’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. “The men tend to wander round naked.” He continued. “So you can stay in the truck if that bothers you.” Nigel felt his heart beating and a tightness in his shorts. He had never seen men naked before except in the porn he watched. “N..n..no that’s ok.” He stuttered. “I’ll come in with you.” Kevin smiled to himself “oh ho!” He thought. “This might be fun. Was his wife’s snooty nephew getting excited?” They parked in a side street and rang the bell. Bill answered the door in singlet and shorts. “Hi. Thought I’d come back and check the cistern is working ok.” said Kevin Bill smiled “And check out a few of the regulars whilst you’re here I bet! Who’s this?” Kevin blushed and he saw Nigel look surprised. “This is my wife’s nephew, Nigel.” said Kevin. “He’s working with me today. He’s 18 so it’s ok.” Bill licked his lips and stared at the lad who blushed and looked down at his feet. This could be good for business, he thought. He was sure Kevin had brought Nigel for reasons other than checking the cistern! “Come on in,” He said. They went into the lobby which was hot and steamy. “Why don’t you go and check the cistern?” said Bill. “Take as long as you need. Nigel and me will have a cup of tea and a nice chat.” Kevin grinned, picked up his tools, and disappeared upstairs. “Well now, Nigel, have you been to a sauna before?” Nigel shook his head and then his eyes nearly popped out of his head as a nude old man emerged from a side room and waved at Bill. “Morning!” He said, scratching his scrotum and making his dangling penis sway between his spindly legs. “Hello Sid. Kevin’s upstairs checking the toilet. This is his nephew.” Sid grinned and grasped his cock. “Hmm..perhaps I’ll go and check him out! See you later Nigel.” He went upstairs, showing off his wrinkled bottom which glistened with sweat. Bill noticed Nigel was breathing heavily and sweating. “Never seen a naked man before?” He asked. Nigel shook his head and unconsciously rubbed his shorts. Bill stripped off his tee shirt revealing his hairy torso. Then he came round the counter. “We’re all men together here.” he said, dropping his shorts and standing naked before the lad. His cock rose beneath his belly, the warts angry around the tip and drooling pre-cum. “And that means you don’t wear clothes when you’re here.” Nigel was shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement. What had he got into? Yet he was mesmerised by Bill’s heavy cock and hairy body. It was so unattractive and yet to see it naked was so sexy. He thought he should leave, but he didn’t want to go without Kevin and he so wanted to touch that cock. Bill leaned on the counter. “Well?” He said. “You can wait outside or leave your clothes on the counter and I’ll show you round. Which is it to be?”

Kevins story continued By the time Kevin showered and dressed, he was beginning to feel embarrassed and slightly ashamed at what he had done. He mumbled goodbye to Bill at the desk and headed for his truck. He should never have succumbed to them. But after all, he thought, hadn’t he enjoyed it? The succession of cocks in his arse had been so sexy. He unlocked and got inside. What about taking it bare from those toxic old trolls? He was pretty sure Eric had been converted in that disgusting old sauna – what if he was also pregnant now? Yet, he thought, they were so free, so animal like and breeding each other as nature intended. He realised his tiny cock was stiff in his jeans and the tee shirt under his tits was wet with sweaty excitement. He started up and headed for home. His wife met him at the door. “You’re late” She said with a sneer. “Where’ve you been?” “Busy” He replied, wilting under her gaze. “You know Eric’s sick. I had to cover for him today.” “He told me when I phoned him to find out where you were.” She said “At that sauna he spends so much time at. Did you have a nice time there?” He paled. Did she know? Had Eric told her? She laughed. “I don’t care what you’ve been up to. You’re no use to me!” Kevin went through to the living room and groaned aloud. Sitting watching the television was his wife’s nephew, a fat, spotty youth called Nigel who usually treated Kevin with as much disdain as his aunt. “Hello Nigel.” He said. Nigel glanced at him and carried on watching TV. Kevin sighed and went to make himself some tea. His wife came in to the kitchen. “How long is he staying?” Asked Kevin. “A couple of days,” she replied. “I told him he could come out with you tomorrow as I’m off to meet a friend.” It didn’t appeal to Kevin at all to spend a day with Nigel putting him down. And then he remembered he’d promised to go back to the sauna to check his work was ok. Should he introduce the irritating Nigel to Bill, Sid and Arthur? He grinned to himself. Maybe….he thought.

Grandad woke up, belched and scratched his balls. The room smelt stale and sweaty. Beside him, Timmy slept soundly, the sheet kicked back and revealing his round, naked bottom. Grandad grinned to himself. It had been a good evening introducing Timmy’s teacher, Jim, to bareback sex and sending him on his way with a bellyful of toxic spunk. He wondered how long it would be until Jim got pregnant and came back for more. Idly, he stroked Timmy’s backside, groping the cleft in the smooth skin and probing the slack anus still wet from last night’s fucking. Timmy moaned and stirred but didn’t wake up as Grandad stroked himself to full erection. He could hear Timmy’s mum moving about in the kitchen. Hopefully she was making some tea. He was really thirsty, but also horny. He reached to the side table and grabbed the lube. He smeared it gently on his cock and carefully around the fat head which was still sore from yesterday. Then he rolled over on to Timmy’s back, fumbled between them and guided his cock into the hot, wet rectum. Timmy woke with a start, then moaned as Grandad sighed happily and began to slide in and out of his grandson’s backside. He heard teacups then footsteps on the stairs and then Timmy’s mum came in with a cup of tea. She paused and took in the naked old man’s hairy bottom moving up and down as he fucked Timmy and laughed as she put the cup on the side table. “Thought I’d find Timmy in here! Can’t keep your cock out of his arse, can you?” Grandad smiled as he continued to fuck. “Well..oof..he’s...ahhh..got such a ...ahhh.. nice hole!” Timmy turned his head, opened his eyes and smiled up at her. “m...morning...ahh.” He gasped. She slapped her father’s quivering buttocks. “I’ll leave you to it. Breakfast is on the table.” She went out onto the landing and paused. In the bedroom, Grandad gave a loud snort and grunt as he spunked. She smiled to herself and went down to hang out some washing in the yard.

Gladly accept you. I would beg you impregnate me 4-6 times. 😝

Making everything stays inside

And after almost a month without being able to play, I finally got some action last night, when I got fucked by 3 different topd, at 3 separate times between Thursday evening 10pm and Friday 10am. About 12 hours of being fucked, and 3 loads collected by the end of the marathon. A sloppy hole and a tired - but happy 🐷- bottom.

Not the best pic but freshly fucked. Without a condom of course.

Always needs filling

Sorry for the poor quality of the picture. It’s a still from a video. My buddy had just pulled about 8” of a baseball bat out of my ass and left me gaping.