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Coach Sanders 5 Summer was coming. Classes kept me busy. I spent my time on campus when I wasn’t at the gym or with Coach. But I found time to hit the library bathroom when I could. Todd had spread the word. Plus I’d made a deal with Jackson, the janitor, to stay out when I was there. It’d turned into a sweet deal. I just had to stick around for his load after. Honestly I’d have done it no matter what. As far as Chuck. Pete had gone back East. Left quick after pozzing, after collaring him. There wasn’t a question as to what was gonna happen next. Pete had laid it down. Chuck would follow once the term was done. He’d been set up at one of the Ivies nearby. Didn’t have a choice. He belonged to Pete. Chuck stayed close til then. Trained with me every day. Progress came fast. Faster than mine ever had. Each week he looked different. His now smooth body shifted in ways that caught my eye. His shoulders broadened, pecs filled out. Back thickened. His legs did the same. The speed of it started to make me wonder. I finally asked Coach about it. He laughed. Said Chuck was cycling. He was the one administering. Told me Pete had decided. Chuck would be a roided out musclejock before Pete was done with him. Coach had told him not to mention it to me. I fucking loved it! Couldn’t wait see it complete. Chuck pumped. Skin tight. Pecs, shoulders blown. Back wide. But then started thinking about how I’d been putting in the work. Knew I’d never look like that. My way was different. Coach saw the envy start to creep in. He grabbed my caged junk. Told me to forget about it. Said I’d be natural. Said he’d fucking spent too much time getting me to this point to fuck up my balls. What came out of them. Sure I was just a cumdump for now. But was meant for better things. Chuck would always be a fucking cumdump. Would serve Pete’s boys at the Ivies for a long time. And it was up to me to make sure he’d be ready. Next day at the gym, I told Chuck I knew. He just smiled. Said he’d wanted to tell me. But wasn’t allowed. Said me of all people should know it was more than just about muscle. Said it was about becoming what he was meant to be. Said it started at Coach’s when the collar went on. He knew. Then when Pete took him to that gym after. It was a done deal. He was handed over to be broken. Stayed for days. Slammed, fucked. Begged for more. Every bit was Pete’s design. Pete told him again and again he’d be shaped to serve. Nothing else. Chuck sighed. Said once it started there was no way out. Admitted he lost it after. When he found out he was poz. Pete had already left. Told him to keep his hole shut. Not to take any loads. But Chuck fucking craved it. Good thing Coach was there. Got him through. I was surprised. Told him I had no idea. Coach hadn’t mentioned it. I’d been busy with school, my life. Cock. I grabbed him. Hugged him. Told him I understood. From the moment Coach fucked me. Pozzed me. I was his. Then he turned to me. Like he was gonna say something. Like he wanted to admit he’d wished it’d been me that’d done it. Yeah. I knew. We’d spent enough time together to figure it out. Then he shut it down. Said he’d be flying out the next day. I felt it hit. If I’d have done it. Things would’ve been different. For him. For me. But it wasn’t me who did it. But I could do something else before he left. I didn’t fucking care what Pete said. Coach said I had to get him ready. His word was law. So I grabbed Chuck’s hand. Led him back to the spot. My spot at the back of the gym. I tossed my gear. The guys saw it. Closed in like usual. I cut them off. Said it was just Chuck. But they could watch. They froze. Chuck’s sweaty pecs rose slow, heavy. His stare on me. I got on all fours. Offered up my hole. Begged for his load. For a second he hesitated. Then I locked eyes on him. Told him I knew I’d be the first to take it. Promised him someday he’d take mine. But first he had to give me his. He took a deep breath. Nodded once. Smirked. Pulled on his cock. I moaned. Could see his balls. He was on his way. Told me I was a goddamn fucking muscleslut. That he’d make me proud the next time I saw him. I told him to just do it. Fucking breed me. Then he growled. Shoved it in. Balls deep. I let out a moan. Felt his roided body fuck me. No doubt. Chuck was using me. I was fucking grateful for it. Fucking needed it. He jackhammered my hole. Grabbed, slapped my ass with every thrust. I yelled like a fucking animal the whole time. Wasn’t long til I felt my body spasm. Nerves in my hole fired. He’d fucking made my hole cum! Ass juices covered his cock. Still he kept on. The guys couldn’t believe it. Neither could I. Chuck was raging now. His jaw was tight. Sweat covered his body. Then he reached down. Grabbed my waist. Spread his legs. Pulled me up against his pecs. I was sitting on his lap now. Then went for it. I steadied myself on his thighs. Fucked myself on his cock. Cage in full view of all the guys. Balls hitting his. We kept on like this. Then Chuck was close. Slammed me down. Fucking unleashed a huge load of toxic cum in me. I stayed there. Chuck in me. Saw the guys’ reaction. Were fucking loving it. I grunted. Got off him. Told them Chuck had been collared. Was on his way to being a fucking roided out cumdump. They looked at each other. It was Jack who took the lead. He walked up. Pushed Chuck on his back. Pressed his cock to Chuck’s hole. Next thing I knew Chuck’s thick thighs were wrapped around his waist. I watched him. Pecs heaved from the pounding. Moaned like a whore. Begged for it. Jack pounded him. The guys lined up to be next. On it went. The place filled with a stench of sweat and musk. Then Jack roared. Erupted deep inside Chuck’s guts. Then it was on to the next guy. I watched the fuck train pull through. Finally I saw Chuck couldn’t take anymore. Told the guys it was over. He’d had enough. That I’d make up for it next time. Was good for it. Then I sat next to him. Watched his breathing slow to normal. He had a satisfied smile. Fuck it was hot. Prime musclejock had just been bred. Told him I knew he was gonna be ok. Was perfect for Pete. Was gonna be bigger. Harder. Exactly what he’d asked to be turned into that night. And I felt the pride. Not just for him. But for me. Cause I’d had a hand in it. Let Pete build him. Let Pete pump him full of roids. Turn him into a fucking monster. But no matter how big he got. No matter how hard Pete worked him. Chuck wanted my poz load. And I’d work to get ready to give it to him. Then Chuck was gone. Honestly, I missed him. But we kept in touch. We’d text, cam. I concentrated on bulking up. The days blurred. Training. Eating. Pushing weight. I wanted size. Wanted power. Chuck would send clips. Show me his progress. Bigger arms. Thicker pecs. I answered with mine. Every pound I gained. Every vein that popped out felt like a step closer. Coach thought it was about the program. His plans for me. But part of it was about Chuck. About the day I’d finally get to breed him. Months rolled by. I’d ended up living with Coach by this time. His place was right by campus, easy walk to class. Easy walk to the gym. I’d told my parents it made sense. Cheaper than the dorms, no extra fees. Life there had its own rhythm. Early mornings, heavy lifts. Late nights with plates of food. It felt like training never stopped. I got used to it. Every day was part of the program. And it showed. Guys noticed even more. Wherever I went, I drew eyes. Whispers spread when I passed. That I took cock. Any cock. One night I’d hit the pipe. Had just been fucked by Coach. Hard. I felt good. Layed back on the bed. Coach looked me over, pride showing. Said it was time to mark me. Time to carry it on my skin. I moaned. Got dressed right away. We drove out past campus. Into the industrial stretch of the city. Warehouses with busted windows, chain link fences everywhere. Cracked pavement lined the streets. The shop sat next to a bar with no windows. A bell rang when we walked in. The floor creaked. Walls were covered with old flash sheets. Then I saw him. Duke. The owner. A total skinhead. Fifties, shaved head, muscular. Polo stretched across his pecs. Arms heavy with ink. Jeans cuffed high above red laced boots. Coach introduced me. Then told him to do his thing. He led me to the back room. I looked around. The light was harsh, buzzed overhead. Strong odor of bleach hung in the air. Machines set up. Counters cluttered with bottles. The chair sat in the middle, worn leather, steel frame. Waiting. I stripped down. Stood there. Caged. Nothing else. Duke whistled. Told Coach he’d picked a good one this time. Coach gave a small nod, smiled. Then unlocked me. I dropped in the chair. The leather felt cold. Almost sticky on my back. Duke tilted the chair. Adjusted the armrest. Played with my balls. Started to stroke me. Then snapped on the gloves. He turned on the machine. Leaned in. Held my cock. “Cock’s built right,” he said, his eyes taking it in. The shape of it. “The ink’ll settle clean, like it belongs. It’ll fit him.” I looked at Coach. He just grunted. Said he knew I could take it. I took a deep breath. The needle bit sharp. Quick. I held myself firm. Shoulders square. The machine buzzed steady. The sting fucking burned. But I let it ride. Discipline held me still. About halfway through Duke glanced up once. Saw I was solid. Then kept going til he was done. He set the machine down. Wiped off the blood. I pushed up from the chair. Walked to the mirror. The scorpion sat there. Sharp. Clean. Black lines of its legs coiled tight around my shaft, tail raised. Ready to strike. It marked me. Showed I’d proven myself to Coach. Coach stepped in close. Grabbed my balls. Hard. Studied the lines. “Fuckers perfect,” he growled at me. “Every time you get hard, it’ll be ready to strike.” I moaned. Said I’d done it all for him. Coach just rubbed my head. Then Duke called me back to the chair. Wiped me down. Laid saniderm across the fresh ink. Wrapped it. Coach then tossed me a white jockstrap. Said I had to wear a clean one til it was healed. I nodded. Winced when I felt my loose junk fill the pouch. It’d been a long time since I’d been worn one without my cage. Coach laughed. Told me the cage was just for show now. I saw Duke watching me, grabbing his crotch. I turned to him. Told him I fucking loved it. He nodded. Told Coach to bring me back for any other pieces. Also said Mark, his husband, would love to get some metal on me. I moaned. Grabbed my nips. Pictured them with thick bars. Coach just smirked. Said he’d think about it. Duke said good. Just let him know when. Then Duke walked up to me. Growled. Told me it was time to pay up. I dropped. Quick. Looked up at him. Could see his hard cock bulging from his bleachers. I groaned. Looked at Coach. Saw him mouth the words “Good boy.” I reached up. Unbuttoned the fly. Fucking beer can cock popped out. His ball sac was next. Then the smell hit me. A combo of musk, piss, old cum hit me. I started drooling. I took him down. He leaned in. Took hold of my nip. Gripped it between his fingernails. I let out a moan. Told him harder. Duke grunted. Grabbed hold of the back of my head. Shoved his cock back into my mouth. I opened my throat. Swallowed him whole. The faster he fucked me. The more I worked it. The sound of his breath. Rough and sharp. Told me he liked it. Then he pushed me off. Told me it was just the start. To follow him. I sat there on my knees. Sweat pouring off. Could see him walk past a curtain. I went in. Saw a sling hanging there. Duke grabbed me. Tossed me on it. Tied me to the chains. He stood between my spread-out legs. Checked out my exposed hole. Said it was obvious I’d taken lots of cock. I moaned. Told him it was thanks to Coach. He didn’t respond. Just sank two fingers in me. My eyes rolled back. Begged him to breed me. He growled. Spread me open with his fat cock. I tensed. Felt it stretch me. Slide completely in. Then he started slow, then faster. I couldn't get enough. I filled the room with my groans. Then Coach was next to me. He grabbed my head. Told me to open up. I obeyed. He shoved his hard cock in my mouth. All the time Duke kept it up. Until he pulled back. Left only the tip in me. Then he grunted. Shoved it all the way in. His thighs slapped against my ass. He went on like that. At the same time. I worked on Coach. Then Duke’s thrusts started to slow. Lengthen. I tightened my hole on his shaft. Sent him over the edge. “Fuck yeah! Take my fucking load. You fucking cunt!” he yelled, shoving his cock to the root inside me. I moaned. Felt Duke’s cock pulse. Fill me up. It was Coach’s turn now. Could feel him start to shudder. I latched on. Hard. Took his load next. Then they stood there. Looking down at me. My hole, my stomach full of cum. I did go back a couple of weeks later. Duke wanted to see how I was healing. Told me I was doing great. That's when I met Mark. Coach had arranged it. I got my nips pierced. Nice thick barbells to help make them bigger. Fleshy. Made them stand out under my tight shirts. After everything was healed Coach had told me it was time. Time to meet Max. He’d been coming to the high school gym even after graduating. I laughed. Told him he’d broken his own pattern. Was glad to see he’d finally switched it up. Had kept the workouts even after graduation with this one. He just smiled. Told me to hit the school gym late that night. Max would be there, working out. I walked in. The smell of sweat hit me. Brought back memories. I nodded to Coach. He gave me a look. Like I had it. Then motioned for me to go in. I stayed crouched in the corner. Half in shadow. Like a soldier waiting on orders he couldn’t refuse. I stayed still. Silent. Waiting. He was on the bench. Saw his body strain against the weight. His pecs heaved. Arms trembled. He pushed through the last set. Sweat ran down his forehead, his pits. Coach had told me he was gay. Had been hassled by the jocks. I knew I could push him to want me. To want my cock. Make him obsess over it. Then make him beg me for my poz load. I kept watching him move. Saw myself in him. The same mistakes. Elbows locking too soon, pain biting deep. Coach had told me he’d eased up on Max’s training. Wanted him at the right place when I was ready. Then Max saw me. Thin tight tee stretched across my pecs, barbells obvious underneath. Shorts gripped my bulge. He sat up. Stared. It was clear. He wasn’t just impressed. This was gonna be easier than I thought. “You been here long?” he asked, not hiding what he was thinking. I stood. Slow. Deliberate. “Long enough.” I let it drop, casual but sharp. “You always lock your elbows too early on the press. That’s why your pecs still aren’t filling out right.” Max blinked. Caught off guard. “Wait. How do you know that?” I stepped closer. Voice steady. Smug. “Coach.” “You trained with Coach,” he nodded. Certain. Was the one who’d told him multiple times. I nodded once. His jaw tightened. His eyes went over me again. Fixed on the size. What Coach’s training could do. I stepped forward. Stripped to my jockstrap, “Here, let me show you.” Max froze for a second. Didn’t expect it. His eyes widened, breath caught. For a second, he just sat there, quiet. Tried to process it. Then he really took a look at me. My pierced nips stood out from my pecs. Abs carved. Thighs thick. Traps rising. Shoulders rounded. All built from the work I’d done since Chuck left. His gaze moved slow. Across my waist, lats. Then he saw my bulge. Cage poking through the sheer mesh pouch. Had a solid tube that held my cock to hide the scorpion. Yeah. I’d worn it special. Just for him. Wanted to show him what I’d given up. What I had to do. But didn’t want to give it all away. He groaned. It wasn’t just lust now. It’d turned to hunger. I moved to the bench. Motioned for him to watch. I layed back, gripped the bar. “This is how you breathe through it. How you keep control.” I pressed the weight, steady. Smooth. No elbows locking too soon. The bar rose. Fell clean. Max watched me work the weight. The way my pecs swelled with each rep. Then I racked the bar. Sat up. Looked at him, smiled. Knew Coach made him wear a jockstrap while he trained. I told him it was his turn. To strip down. Said it like he didn’t have a choice. Told him that’s the way it was supposed to be. He stripped fast. Eager. It showed in the way he stood. I nodded. He slid onto the bench. I moved to spot him. Made sure to stand close. Bulge right over him. His grip was clean. Motion steady. Strong form. But I caught it quick. Elbows locked too soon. “Don’t lock it yet. Stay under the weight. Control it.” I told him, squatting down to hold his arms. To get my junk closer. He tried not to moan. But he did. I took control. Barked at him. Told him to fucking concentrate. Then he took a breath. Adjusted. Pressed smooth. Every rep solid. I looked down at him. Studied him. Caught his eyes checking out my pouch. Could see him watch how it held my junk. Max finished his set, racked the bar. Sat up. He looked at me, curious. His cock was hard now. I smiled. Liked the bulge it made. Would definitely enjoy it. But pushed that thought to the side for now. “What’d you do? To get there?” he asked, looking me up and down, then my cage. “To be like that?” I held his eyes. “A fucking lot of hard work. Dedication. I gave myself over to Coach. Everything he put me through was worth it. He made me into this.” I paused. Made sure the next part hit right. Wanted to make sure he understood. “Made me his boy. His musclejock.” It took a couple of seconds. But Max understood. He’d been around Coach long enough to feel it. To think about Coach that way. That's when I told him that I’d been where he was now. Thoughts about Coach had taken over til I had to do something about it. He nodded. Still staring. Processing. Said he wasn’t sure he could handle all of it. Go through what I did. I growled. Told him that’s why I was there. Told him to look at me. I started posing. Flexing. Said there’s so much fucking more to it than size, than muscle. Then I moved closer. Bulge now in his face. By now I’d figured he was too much into it to run. I wanted to be honest with this one. He deserved at least some truth. Coach had told me his folks had just kicked him out. Had to leave the dorms in a couple of weeks. Couldn’t get back in until classes started again in the Fall. We had a plan. But it depended on what was gonna happen that night. I took a deep breath. Looked him in the eyes. Said it. “Coach trained me to take cock. Any cock. I’m a fucking cumdump now. That's part of what it takes. Waddaya think about being turned into one?” He leaned in. Hunger in his eyes. It wasn’t about not having a place to live. Could see he craved it. He stood. Steady. His hand pressed against my pecs. Felt the shape. The smooth hardness. Fingers brushed the barbells. He paused. Then moved down to my junk. Grabbed it. Felt the weight of the tube. My full balls underneath. His breath shifted. He wasn’t stupid. He knew the metal meant obedience. He’d be owned. Max’s jaw tightened. He didn’t look away. Told me he’d never been fucked. I smiled. Saw Coach just outside the doorway. Told Max it was ok. Told him I was a virgin before Coach. That he’d helped me get used to it. How I fucking craved it now. How I’d lined up a spot in the bathroom at the campus library. Max grinned. Told me he’d heard talk about some guy doing it there. Had always wondered who it was. I laughed. Told him now he knew. Could get him a spot next to mine if he wanted. Max watched me say it. Saw I meant it. I asked if he’d thought about it. Taking cock. He took a breath. Said yeah. He had. I growled. Told him to look at me. Give me a fucking answer then. Did he want to be like me. Or should I just leave. Let him go on with his life. Max’s breath broke sharp. Said he wanted it. Was positive. I laughed when he said that word. That’s when Coach stepped in, grin sharp. Wrapped his arms around Max. Held him close. Thin shorts the only thing between his cock and Max’s ass. Said that’s what he wanted to hear. Said now we go to his place. That’s where it starts. We left the gym. On the way, Coach and I set the rest of the plan. Max followed close. At Coach’s, Coach told Max to strip. Everything. Max swallowed. Looked at me. I was already down to my jockstrap. He moved in. Tossed his clothes fast. Could see he was nervous. His cock limp. Coach and I circled him. Talked about him like he was a fucking piece of meat. Then told him to flex. Felt his muscle work under our hands. I ignored his cut cock. I’d seen the bulge when he was hard. Had no problem with it. We told him his body was solid. But had a ways to be like me. His lines were softer. Muscle needed to be carved out. Told him he had the start. Max heard it. Knew what it meant. Also knew what would happen if he didn’t take our offer. No way around it. It’d be rough until he could get back in the dorms. But he told us it wasn’t about not having a place to live. He really wanted it. Would give himself over. Then I took off my jockstrap. Lit a pipe. Max saw me take the hit. Let it settle. Exhale down over the chrome tube on my cock. Balls pushed out by the tight ring around them, around my shaft. He groaned, mouth open. Could see he was into it. Would be fine with the T. I tossed him the jockstrap. Told him Coach gave it to me. Was Coach’s before that. Was his now. Max pulled it on quick. Then Coach told him to step up. Get to know my body. Max moaned. Moved in. Felt my muscle. Traced the lines. All the time I blew clouds on him. Told him to breathe it in. He did. His fingers pressed harder, learning. All the time he took in the clouds. Then Coach told him to look close. Said I was smooth. Skin tight. Every line clean. Said he wasn’t. Max growled. Said he wanted to strip down to that same smooth cut. I grunted. Said I’d shave him down once we settled into our routine. He just moaned. Asked how often I did it. Shave. I grabbed his hand. Ran it across my face. My pits, balls, ass. Then down to my hole. I left it there. Could see him finally getting hard. I handed him the pipe. Lit it. Told him I didn’t need to shave anymore. That he’d be the same down the line. If he got that far. He took to the pipe like a pro. Could see it wasn’t his first time. I growled. Told him there was plenty. He just took another hit. Grabbed my neck. Pulled me into him. I felt his warm lips on mine release a big cloud. I grabbed his waist. Took it in. He kept hitting the pipe. Feeding it to me. Fuck! It was getting to me. I’d almost forgot the plan. Coach saw it. Walked up behind Max. Slipped his cock between his asscheeks. Max tensed. Looked at me. Nervous. I told him it was ok. Told him to be honest. Always be honest with us. He sighed. Said he wanted me to be his first. Not Coach. I kissed him. Coach laughed. Told him it was ok. That was the plan. It’d be just him and me for now. But Coach would fuck him sooner or later. No getting out of that. Max grinned. Relaxed. Then followed me to the bedroom. When we got there I handed him another pipe. He took it quick. Grabbed the torch. Warmed the bowl. I laughed. Told him I liked a boy who knew how to work a pipe. He growled. Inhaled. Said he’d had lots of practice. Told him I was surprised he’d never been fucked with all the practice. He just looked at me. Told me he wasn’t a total virgin. That got me going. I couldn’t help it. I went down on him. Started to suck. Got him totally hard. He moaned. Blew the clouds down on me the whole time. Fucker was as twisted as me! Then it hit me. What’d get him begging for my load. I let go of him. Asked him if he’d ever slammed. He hadn’t. But told me he wanted to try. Perfect! I told him. I got up. Grabbed a rig from the dresser drawer. Next I wrapped the tourniquet around his bicep. Could see he was watching close. I kissed his vein. Explained the whole process. Then slammed him. Saw him fall back on the bed. Eyes roll into his head. Fucker was flying. Then he sat up. Looked at me. Fucking green eyes got more and more dilated. I stood back. Started flexing. Posing. My lats flared. Traps rose. He sat there drooling on the edge of the bed. I watched him go for his cock. Start stroking it. But it was going soft. It was a good sign. He kept trying until I stopped, walked up to him. My caged cock in front of him. I grabbed my balls. Told him he didn’t need it. Not tonight. He moaned. Begged me to fuck him. I growled. Unlocked my cage. Tossed it. My cock jumped out. Told him I wasn’t just gonna fuck him. Was gonna breed him. He groaned. Mouth open, played with his now his limp cock again. Then he saw the scorpion. Knew what it meant. But it was me that made him choose. Not because he was tweaking. Told me he didn’t fucking care. Wanted to be just like me. Begged me to do it. Breed him. I walked up. Guided his head to my cock. He opened his mouth. Took it in. Fuck it felt so good! I started to pound the back of this throat. Choke him. Gag him. Then told him it was time. Get on his back. Wanted him to see the fucking musclejock fucking him. He scrambled. Spread his legs. I climbed on the bed. Slid my hard cock over his hairy hole. Told him I liked it. But would be even better shaved. He moaned. Said to do it. Make it smooth for my cock. I growled. Got up to get the water, shaving cream. Razor. That’s when I saw the red light of the camera. Coach was streaming it to the others. I worked the shaving cream around his hole. Max just layed there, loving the feeling of the razor taking off the hair. I wiped off the remains. Better. I said. Then fingered him. Worked his hole. He was too far gone to feel the scrapes. To him it felt good, nerves shooting through his hole. All the time he begged to be bred. I just smiled. Worked his hole til his pink ass juices coated my fingers. Then it was time for my cock. I tossed him a bottle of poppers. Told him to use it. He hit the bottle hard. I pushed in deep. Could tell he was hurting at first. But then got used to it. His hole relaxed around my cock. That’s when I pulled back. Rammed into him. Thrust deep. Long. Could tell the poppers, the slam were working. He started to move with me. Push back on my cock. Told me he wanted more of it. I just growled. Leaned into him. Asked if he really wanted to be like me. Told him that’d he’d have to be pozzed. He groaned. Pushed back like a hungry slut. Told me I didn’t have to ask. Just do it. Poz him. I grabbed his shoulders. Kissed him. Rammed it all the way in. That's when he let out a deep grunt. Fucking cum exploded from his limp t-dick. I kept on. Felt his hole flex around my cock. Then I felt Coach on top of me. Fat cock against my hole. I moaned. Told him to breed me. Needed to know I was still his. He growled. Told me I’d always be his fucking poz musclejock. Then gave me all of it. Told me I was doing good. Would bring more for me when they were ready. I went crazy. Pounded Max. Fucked myself on Coach. I finally knew this is what it was all about. I was a fucking pozzed musclejock breeder now. I’d pass on Coach’s DNA to Max. Others. Coach would live forever. Sweat drenched the bed. It couldn’t get any better. I knew I was getting close. Could feel Coach was too. Told Max to tighten up. I did the same. Coach was grunting now. Slamming hard into me. Pushing me deeper into Max. Then Coach hollered. Unloaded. I followed quick. Flooded Max deep with my hot toxic load. Coach pulled off me. Left me with Max. I pulled out. Sat back against the headboard. Raised my hands behind my neck. I looked down at him. Saw the look he gave me. Same one I’d given Coach that first night. Knew what he was thinking. He’d do anything I said now. Then he crawled over to me. Licked my cock clean. The cock that just pozzed him. Yeah. I was certain of it. Had gotten my viral load nice and high just for this. Coach came back later after a couple more rounds. He grinned. Jumped into the bed next to me. Told Max he’d stay with us until it was time to go to the dorms. Max moaned. Said he wanted to stay with me. With Coach. Not the dorms. I smiled. Wiped the sweat from his face. Told him he wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. He looked up. Gave a shit eating grin. Then put his head on my lap. Nursed my cock. He was fucking adorable. For a second I thought about what would’ve happened. If I hadn’t asked Coach for help in high school. Maybe I’d be ok. But here I was. Where I was meant to be. With Coach. With my first. Max. I didn’t know what’d happen next. Coach had switched things up with me. Had even more with Max. Then there was Chuck. He was still out there. Waiting. I sighed. Coach saw the look on my face. Knew it had to be about Chuck. He grunted. Grabbed hold of my balls. Squeezed. Like a farmer checking out his award-winning harvest. Then he turned on the monitor. It was Chuck. Stripped down. Collared. Caged. Fucking roided out. Almost unrecognizable now. Pete was behind him. Could see his laddered cock covered in lube. I groaned. Remembered how it felt. How it shredded me. Then in it went. Chuck just grunted. Kept on like normal. Told me he’d watched the whole scene. Fucking loved it. Then reminded me of the promise I’d made. I laughed. Told him I couldn’t wait. But would have my new boy with me. Fuck! It felt good to call him my boy. Chuck growled. Begged Pete to go harder. Then told Max I’d been the only one to take a poz load from him. That the roids had fucked up his junk. He couldn’t even get it up now. He’d always be just a fucking cumdump. But Max could drop a load in him once it’s official. Once he’d taken my load first. Max growled. Said done. So that’s where we’re now at. Waiting for Chuck to come for a visit. The three of us are together. Me? I’m prepping for my first show. Yeah. Coach says I’m finally ready. But Max is the one to watch. What he’ll turn into. I warned Coach not to push it. Let him work out what he’ll be. Maybe old school like Coach. Maybe more like me. Or like Chuck. Honestly I think he’s leaning towards the roids. I see the look on his face when we talk about Chuck. I’ve already got the collar picked out. Just in case. And who knows what else Duke and Mark can come up with for me. For Max. Basically, life is good now. Can’t wait to see what happens next.

This happened in 2005, when I was still together with my long term partner. We had been drifting apart for a while, and I had started looking outside the relationship for sex and fun. I had started off playing safe, but increasingly I was fucking and being fucked without condoms and really enjoying it. I always knew, of course, that some of the guys I fucked with were likely to be positive - and if I'm honest, this was a real turn on for me. It was the not knowing that turned me on - far more than knowing that someone was negative or positive - it was the knowledge that I was going home with a load up my arse that might be a positive one! I can honestly say, however, that I had never actively chased. That is, until Nelson and Richard came to stay with us. Richard was a good friend of my partner - they had met at university and had been good friends ever since. Richard had moved to Australia for work and had met his partner, Nelson, there. They had been together for a number of years and, though I had met Richard a couple of times when he had been in the UK, i had never met Nelson. I had seen pictures of him though, and I had always thought he looked quite attractive. I had always noticed a certain reserve on the part of my partner when he was talking about Nelson, and I had the impression that he really did not like him. Richard and Nelson were spending a week with us in London as part of an extended break in Europe, and one night as we were discussing arrangements, I asked my partner why he didn't like Nelson. "It's not that I don't like him, exactly," he said "I just think he's really irresponsible." I asked him why he thought that and after a moment's silence, he told me that Richard and Nelson were both HIV positive and, whilst Richard was on meds and was always very careful, Nelson was not. Nelson rarely took his medication and, according to my partner, still fucked with other guys and did not tell them his status. He added that it was because of Nelson that Richard was positive. I wondered if Nelson had been positive when they met and had not told Richard, or if he had cheated on Richard and they both got pozzed that way, but I sensed that my partner did not want to talk about it any further so I didn't ask. Richard and Nelson arrived the following Saturday and in the evening we all went out for a meal. I got on well with them both - but, whilst Richard and my partner had many shared interests, I seemed to have more in common with Nelson. I have to admit, as well as liking him, I found him really attractive. He was very tall, dark haired and, though slim, was quite well built. I could see that he had hairy arms and I could see what looked like quite a hairy chest at the neck of his polo shirt. I also couldn't help noticing his arse, and how well it filled out his trousers. I hadn't had sex for a couple of months, and by the end of the evening I was feeling quite turned on by Nelson. I also had the feeling he was flirting with me a little, but I told myself that was probably just wishful thinking. The first thing that happened was on the Sunday afternoon. We were all going out in the evening and Nelson went for a shower. When he came out of the bathroom, he was naked, with a towel slung over his shoulder. He grinned as he passed me in the hall, and I had a perfect view of his long, thick cock hanging in front of his balls. When he passed me, I couldn't resist turning round to look at his arse. It was quite smooth and I have to say it was one of the sexiest arses I had ever seen. As I was enjoying the view of his arse, Nelson turned round and grinned at me - he knew perfectly well I had been looking at his arse and he certainly did not seem to mind! Later that day, I had a quick wank imagining that I had taken Nelson's cock in my mouth and had then bent him over to push my tongue up my arse. I came just as I was imagining Nelson pushing his big positive cock up my arse. The following evening, we were all out for a meal and some drinks and when we got home it was quite late. Richard and my partner both said they were tired and went straight to bed. Nelson said he wanted to have a shower and headed for the bathroom. I stayed up, secretly hoping for another chance to see Nelson naked and, a short term later, I got my wish! I was sitting in the living room when Nelson came out the bathroom and a short time later he was standing in front of me with a towel wrapped round him. I could see the outline of his cock through the towel, and it appeared to be at least semi hard. Nelson looked at me and I nodded. He undid the towel and let it fall to the floor and I found myself looking at one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. It was still only semi-hard, but as I took hold of it and began to wank it, it grew into one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. "Suck it," he whispered, and I bent forward and licked the tip of his cock, before taking it into my mouth and beginning to suck on it. I love sucking cock and I enjoyed every minute of sucking Nelson. The situation was made even hornier by the fact that both our partners were so close, and may not even be asleep yet. I sucked on Nelson's cock, licked his balls for a while and then moved back up to his cock. I sucked him for a bit longer, and then he turned round and bent over, pushing his arse into my face. I wasted no time in pulling his cheeks apart and exposing his hairy arsehole. I pushed my tongue up his hole and began to lick it as he sighed and pushed his arse hard against my face. I licked him for a while longer and then he turned round and pushed his cock into my mouth again. I could sense he was quite close now and, as I kept sucking, I suddenly remembered he was positive and I was probably about to swallow a positive load. This made me suck him all the harder, and a few minutes later he groaned quietly and I felt the head of his cock swell up and then he fired shot after shot of cum into my mouth. I swallowed every drop! After we had got our breath back, Nelson pulled is cock out of my mouth and bent over to pick up his towel. "Did that feel good?" he whispered. I nodded and he grinned and then said "It'll feel even better up your arse!" and disappeared out of the room. I was shocked at what I had done, but really turned on too. I knew that Richard and my partner were going out the following afternoon, and I would be in the house alone with Nelson. Would I let Nelson fuck me? Would I let him do it without a condom? Would he tell me he was positive before he fucked me? I wondered about all these things as I climbed into bed next to my sleeping partner and drifted off to sleep, enjoying the taste of Nelson's cum in my mouth. The following afternoon, Richard and my partner left to meet some friends. They were going to some high brow concert and were meeting a group of mutual friends for an early dinner first. Nelson got us both a drink and we chatted for a while. We got on well and I enjoyed his company - but I couldn't help being turned on by what we had done the previous evening. After a while, Nelson went through to the kitchen to get himself another drink. I was a bit nervous now - I knew I really wanted Nelson to fuck me but I wasn't sure I could go through with it - however, Nelson did not make any move and I was just beginning to think that maybe nothing was going to happen when he called to me to join him in the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen, I saw that Nelson was standing leaning against the kitchen table, naked from the waist down - his trousers and pants were lying on the floor and he was playing with his cock, which was now fully hard. He motioned to me to join him and I wasted no time. A few seconds later, I was down in front of him, sucking his cock like my life depended on it. I sucked him for a while, then licked his balls, then went back to his cock. After a while, I motioned to him to turn round and he did, bending over the table so that I could pull his cheeks apart and get my tongue up his hairy arse. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so horny! I licked him for a while longer and then he turned round and I sucked his cock again. Then he pulled his cock out my mouth and pulled me up. He turned me round and then pulled my trousers and pants right down. "Take them off!" he said, and soon I too was naked from the waist down. Nelson bent me over the kitchen table and then pulled my cheeks apart. I felt his tongue on my hole and soon he was licking me and pushing his tongue right up me. He stood up and I felt the head of his cock pushing against my arsehole. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked "Yes!" I moaned "Are you sure?" he asked "Yes!" I moaned again. I reflected that if he was going to tell me about his status, he would have to do it now, but he said nothing as I felt him rub some lube onto my hole and I felt the head of his cock pushing into my arse. "Oh God!" I moaned, "Fuck me!" Nelson pushed his big cock right into my arse and I felt like I was going to be split in two. He gave me a minute to get used to his cock and then, just as I was thinking I would have to tell him to take it out because it was too big, he began to fuck me. I don't think I had ever enjoyed a fuck as much as I enjoyed this one. Nelson began slowly and then his thrusts got harder and faster. He fucked me for what seemed like ages and then pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, and motioned to me to get on my back. I laid back on the table and lifted my legs. A few seconds later, he was back up my arse. He fucked me even harder this time and I loved every minute of it. I had almost forgotten about his status, but now I remembered. The fact that he was positive and I was letting him fuck me without a condom really turned me on. I was surprised to find that the fact that he had not told me his status and was obviously intending to stealth me, turned me on even more! He was getting close now and was fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked before. I knew he was about to cum in me and I realised the one thing that would turn me on even more. "Can I ask you something?" I panted as he thrust his cock hard up my arse. "What?" he said "Are you on meds?" I asked, looking straight at him. He kept thrusting hard up my arse and grinned at me. "No!" he said. "I'm not!" "Oh Fuck!" I moaned. "You're going to give me HIV, aren't you!" "Yes" he said "I am!" "Do it" I moaned "Fucking do it - give me a baby!" Just at that moment he groaned and I could actually feel his cum pumping into my arse. As he began to breed me, I took hold of my cock and, after just one or two strokes, I shot a massive load all over myself. It seemed like neither of us would ever stop cumming - but eventually Nelson pulled his cock out of my arse and collapsed on top of me. I had never behaved like this before - but it was the best fuck ever! I enjoyed the feeling of having Nelson's dirty cum in my arse for the rest of the day - and couldn't help wondering if his cum was already doing its work inside me. Later on, shortly before the others were due back, Nelson told me to pull my pants down and bend over. I did, and he fucked me again and dumped a second load up me. Nelson and I fucked every chance we got after that - always without a condom and always with me hoping he would knock me up. About a year or so later, my partner and I split up and we divided our stuff up between us. I got the kitchen table! I still have it today and I have been fucked on it and over it quite a few times since then - but none of these fucks could ever compare to that first fuck with Nelson - the fuck I knew would change my life!

So my bf left for a business trip yesterday and guess what I did 😉 Took two loads today: One from my neighbor from earlier and another one from a guy in walking distance. Now I‘m sitting here having diner and enjoy the feeling of cum in my ass 😉

I was a weekday hotel cumdump. Cheating while my partner is out of town. 3 anon guys dropped by. Each wanted ass to fuck and fill my ass. Sadly, I swallowed 2 of their loads, and got the 3rd up my ass. The story goes ... === 1st load 1st was a sexy, tall, white otter. He could model for Patagonia: bright blue eyes, a great smile, curly hair, fit all over, furry chest and legs.. This guy's pics didn't do justice when I opened the door. This Otter wanted to fuck but my hole wasn't ready yet. Yea, bad planning! But I squeezed him in because he could only do lunchtime break. Workday setups are picky on time. Stay tuned for what he asked me after work ... He immediately unbuckled his pants after walking in and over to the desk chair, while chatting a bit. He had a masculine voice that was sexy. I squeezed his cock while he undressed and talked. Down to biz. He'd shaved his pube -- bummer for such a hairy guy! -- and a nice soft cock sat in a cockring. I told him to tell me how to suck him. He said, "No teeth. Some guys give bad head." His cock swelled up to the perfect thickness. After he had a stiff one, the Otter told me to use my hand on his shaft. After I did that, he told me to get his dick wet and sloppy. My mouth generates more saliva when I deepthroat, I could barely deepthroat his thick cock but did some, so his shaft got sloppy. Otter really picked up with thrust his hairy legs into my face. He moved over to lay down on the bed, and told me to keep sucking his cockhead with my mouth, kep his shaft sloppy with a handjob, and to lay inbetween his slim hairy legs. I obeyed. I must have sucked him for 10 minutes or more. He would thrust his legs sometimes and then calm down. Finally, he grabbed my head and told me to not stop sucking. His legs buckled a bit, and he said something. I tasted some cum, yum! -- it was salty and bit smokey. His voice didn't sound like a smokers voice and he didn't smell but who knows. He got up, dressed himself, and chatted me up for a long while. I decided to put my pants back on. As he left, this tall, slim, and sexy Otter turns and hugged me. He said, "After being that intimate, might as well hug." Wow! So less a cumdump and more a fuck buddy?? === 2nd load 2nd guy was a white daddy, mid-50s or so, with a solid build and sweet smile. He arrived just after sexy Otter. Daddy wanted to use my ass for a pump and dump. After Otter left, I had cleaned out my hole and stretched it open. I tend to be tight and need to prep. But damn, Daddy dick was too thick. He asked if I was turned on that he wanted to find my ass up for him. I told Daddy that he would walk right in on my bare ass. Totally anon. No face pic. Daddy arrives ... but his cock was a freakin coke bottle. Not long but damn the girth! My buttplug was nowhere near the size. I really tried to relax my hole. Daddy shoved into my ass from behind. He fucked me for about 5mins, but my hole was in wicked pain. So I sucked Daddy off. I swung around and grabbed his coke bottle cock. His cock was great to milk with my mouth. His cock got sloppy again, like Otters. Then told me he was going to cum, and I tasted a sweet load. He got up and started to dress. I apologized and told Daddy that I should have asked how big his cock was. He seemed OK and left, hah. === 3rd guy I'd written off as a DDF condom jackoff flake, but he finally showed up and delivered. 3rd guy was a handsome, tall, 40-something. In the morning, when I'd started my weekday cumdump, he'd messaged me. But In our chat, he said that he was looking to suck a dick, so I wrote him off. So confusing when the ad is just my ass pic. At 4pm, I'd updated my Sniffie stats for guys to "swing by after work to drop off a load." Well ... Mr. Handsome changed his tone, and shot me a new message: "Lubed up?" he said. Wowa. Now the guy who claimed to just suck dick wants to fuck ass?! I was confused but went with it. "Yup. Cleaned and lubed." I shot back. "What hotel again?", and I sent him the address. "Ok, that's close. You'd be game to be ass up in like 30mins?" he blurted. Straight to the point. Yes, I told him I could suck his dick hard and then he fuck my ass. "My dick will be hard when I walk in on your ass up and rim it. " oh damn. So he likes ass. Maybe he just wants to give a rimjob. I told him I'd leave the hotel door open and wait bare ass up for him. "I'll probably cum fast. I've not cum in 4 days." oh fuck! that got me hard. Because I luv a fat load from a Minute Man. "No worries man," I told him, "Rim my ass and bust your load when you feel it." "OK. I'll just dump my load and leave with your ass full.😈 Damn. This fucker did a total 180. He went from suck me off to a quick pump n dump for his cock. Of course, I quickly gave him my room #. "Be there in 20mins. Wrapping up at work." Mr. Handsome delivered. I got bare ass up on the bed in 20mins. I heard him push the hotel door open, drop his pants, and then felt his tongue on my hole. He said nothing. He gave a good rimjob to make me moan for it. He grabbed my waste to shove my cheeks into his face. Flicking his tongue deeper into my hole, for like 5mins. Next I hear Mr. Handsome stand up behind my ass and feel his cockhead press against my hole. I reached back to rub lube on his cock and DAMN! His dick was rock hard, and much bigger than his pic. It felt like a thick 8". I wanted to suck on big cock but he only wanted ass. Mr. Handsome's big, bare dick slid into my hole. My hole ached from Daddy's cock opening it up earlier, so I moaned. His cock felt great, and he started thrusting. I reached back to feel his hairy, hanging balls. I had to feel that 4 days load in their sacs. Because I knew my ass was going to be milking that cum soon. It happened in about 1 minute. Mr. Handsome was thrusting his bare 8er deeper into my hole. Then I heard the first thing out of his mouth. He moaned. Had he cum? His thrusting stopped. Was he edging?? My hole felt wet. Damn! The guy who just-wanna-suck had dumped his fat 4 day load up my ass. He pulled his bare dick out of my hole, and I heard cum drop to the hotel floor. I reached back and both my cheeks were soaked with cum. Damn! Mr. Handsome wasn't joking about that fat load. I turned to say thank you, Mr. Handsome smiled a bit, but he went to the bathroom, dressed, and walked out the door. So the DDF guy who just wanted to suck another guys cock decided to swing by after work and use my ass for his quick pump n dump. I'm sure his fat balls felt relief after dumping that 4 day load. === If you read this far, then you get the story of Sexy Otter. After Mr. Handsome left, Mr. Otter messaged again. "Did you get that hole filled yet?" he bluntly asked. I told him about Mr. Handsome who'd just left after using my ass after work as a quick pump and dump for his fat 4 day load. "Very nice! I'll feed your ass next time." I got rock hard. I imagined him typing and wanting ass. I was fully dress when giving Otter that blowjob but he'd seen a pic. Maybe he was looking at my ass pic and typing. Now I know -- Sexy Otter is a breeder and wants Round 2. He said he gets off every day because it's healthy. So he has a high libido, and it will be easy to hookup with him again.

Sadly I don’t know my dad but started out with my step dad at around 13 when one of his mates became my “boyfriend” and he was showing me “tricks” and helping me “show off” which eventually introduced an uncle and my PE teacher to the mix. By 15 or 16 I had a few boyfriends and a reputation which I loved. 😜 Set me up for what I am now😈

The last load I gave was an hour ago , I met up with a regular slut I use a lot , and he wanted to worship and suck my dick and lick and kiss my feet , I agreed I never turn down a moment to get worshipped by a nasty bitch . So we blew some clouds for a lil while and then he started sucking me . But of course with me being the person I am . I have to skull rape the bitch . So of course I did that. Made him throw up and cry and gag and BEG for air . He knows I love when hungry sluts beg. But as I continued to blow clouds he kept worshipping an sucking me . I fed him two loads . Kissed him and slapped and spit on him , let my slut know he made me happy and he satisfied me , then we continued to smoked some more while he licked and kissed my body and showed his gratitude for my loads . Then I just came home and now im relaxing . But because of the ice and the fact I’m a lust devil I still need a slut to serve and drain me . Next time my slut wants to suck and worship me while wearing lingerie finally got him to agree to that so can’t wait to see that sexy ass bitch again

I walked along the balcony of the second floor of the motel. It was a nice place...older, but not seedy. There were about 50 rooms, and it had a pool. I knocked on the door of room 37, and Kyle opened it to let me in. He had a big smile on his face, showing off those dimples that made me melt. We had met almost 2 years ago in an online chat room for older men seeking younger men. At the time he was 48 and I was 25, and we were both excited by the age gap, nevermind that we also hit it off really well. We had similar kinks and fetishes, and the sex was amazing. He also loved our size difference, since he was 6'4" and I was 5'7" and all of 130 pounds. He said he loved "wearing" me on his cock, and loved to talk dirty while we fucked. I even let him arrange a few 3ways because he said he loved watching other guys fuck me. I had wanted to try 3ways, but never had any until after I met Kyle. And since I was on prep, I didn't worry too much that the other top was a stranger. I asked him once if he ever asked the other tops if they were HIV poz, and he said, "sometimes. But you're on prep anyway." I still worried about him because I know he forgets to take pills and vitamins, and worried he would miss a dose or two. Once, while we were spooning after sex, he whispered that it was hot to think that one of the thirds might be poz. I shrugged it off since I was on prep, but he kept bringing it up, that it would be hot to watch poz guys fuck me. It obviously turned him on, and I started to think about it more and more. Then there was the time he confessed, afterwards, that the other top WAS poz. He didnt bother to mention it because we were both taking meds, but he admitted to being more turned on than ever watching a poz guy fuck me...even if there was no real risk. Hearing his confession surprised me a little, but not as much as how hard I got as I processed his secret. But that was almost a year ago now. Today was his birthday, and this was his party. There was a small sheet cake on the table with his name written on it, and a few un-lit candles. Also a pint of melting ice cream, a case of beer, and a couple brown bottles of Amyl. My gaze drifted across the HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner and balloon arrangement, then bounced across the faces of the other party guests with a passive smile and a friendly nod. Seven men smiled back at me, a couple tipping their beers to me as they did so. Seven men around Kyle's age, some with dad-bods. Seven men I had never met before, but who were all a part of my birthday present to Kyle. We cut the birthday cake and sang, then mingled a bit as we ate standing. They all knew I was Kyle's boyfriend, but only a couple knew my name. I didn't ask any of their names, and none of them offered it. When everyone had finished their cake, and a couple of the men lit cigarettes, I introduced myself. "Thank you guys for coming to Kyle's party, this is an important birthday for him. I know we've never met but I'm Kyle's boyfriend Scott." They smiled and nodded, and a couple mumbled, "Hi, Scott." I continued. "I gave Kyle complete control over the guest list as part of my birthday present." Kyle stood by with his arms folded, smiling knowingly. "This year, for Kyle's birthday, I am giving him my serostatus." There was silence for a moment, and then some of the men nodded.

i'm the exact opposite. 😜 a young twink who wants desperately to be bred is a huge turn off for me. but a str8 guy, esp a masc str8 guys, taking dick up the ass for the first time? huge turn on.

My hole after 3 tops bred and seed it. The last top wanted to fuck the cum out of me. I think this is the sexiest pic I got. Even of those when I was younger. Hole is loose, used, warm, puffy and not tight at all. Would you fuck it?

Keep going back and back for more!

Love showing you my hole

12 with my cousins. 13 with my uncle and then a guy at school. 14 with my uncles friends and step dad, along with my first “Boyfriend” (the Swim Coach at school). Learnt a lot early 😈. Enjoy one of my first Grindr photos 🙈

rando latin dude nocked on my door and i opewned with short shorts on and porn playing and i realized he was the dude who was in my building and fucked me a week ago and wanted to breed me agailn which he did and streched out my hole

Rolling around in bed I was hard as a rock and had that familiar feeling that life would be better if I had a thick cock inside me. My girlfriend was out of town and I had no plans for the night. I'd been playing with boys for years but had taken a bit of a break until recently. Once I started giving it up to horny gay boys I found a fire inside me that was endlessly hungry. So every time she was out of town for work I'd hop online and try to find a match. And so far she'd been none the wiser and I'd been having a great time. No harm, right? Tonight would be no different, I convinced myself, as I rolled over to grab my phone. What she also didn't know was that I'd been slipping up lately and going raw. Before I was in a relationship I always played raw, on prep. Since dating I'd gotten off prep and not given it much more thought. But I didn't play all that much so it didn't seem worth the trouble and potential explaining. Hard as a rock and very much in heat I began scrolling through profiles, looking for a top to play with me. Before long I found one nearby, online. His profile name was just a scorpion, no photo. Kinda odd, kinda hot I thought. Didn't think much of it. His profile was pretty sparse except for some stats (that fit my desires) and one line "Say the word and I'll make you mine". Why not. I messaged him. "horny af here, need a top to make me his tonight. i'm hosting." added a sexy photo and sent it. Waited, waited. Nothing. Fuck. Started scrolling again when a message popped in "i bet you do. send location. be naked and ready to fuck, boy" with a photo of his hard, thick cock. I didn't hesitate. I was rushing around with anxious energy getting my place tidy and stripping when i heard a knock at the door. I let him in. Tall, dark, handsome. Yum. He glanced me up and down and said "oh look at you. you're ready for it aren't you?". I nodded silently as he closed the door and began undressing. That's when I noticed the large scorpion tattoo on his chest. "you really like scorpions huh?" I asked shyly. He smirked and just replied "sure man". Feeling a little embarrassed I didn't press it further. Almost like he could sense my trepidation, he moved quickly towards me and kissed me. I melted in his arms right away. Things moved quickly to my bed, his body pressed against me, his hands exploring my body, his cock rock hard pressing against my bare ass. I was in heaven already. "you like it raw?" he moaned softly in my ear. I nodded vigorous. "good boy, im going to give it all to you". I moaned loud as he spread my legs. He slowly worked my hole, loosening me up, all the while driving me insane. By the time he had the tip in I was pulling him in deeper with my legs, begging for his cock. Fuck the lube, fuck the foreplay. I cant wait, I need it bad. He did his work well. That smirk plastered on his face as he gave me what I wanted, pushing deeper, and deeper. Finally buried deep inside me, he leaned in and started kissing me, moving from my lips to my neck. All the while pumping slowly in and out of me like his little fuck doll. I'm sure it wasn't lost on him how desperate I was for this. How bad I yearned for his cock every time he pulled back. "Mmm you love it boy. You ready for me to go harder", to which I simply replied "fuck me", sealing my fate. I didn't mind the lubeless pain. I just wanted him to fuck me. With this he started pounding me, his mouth still locked on my neck. Teeth digging in. I could feel the pain and suddenly had a little sense when I cried out softly "you'll leave a mark!". He paused his attack of my vulnerable neck only long enough to growl in my ear "more than one, I think". My body couldn't resist him so i gave in, letting him bite me hard as he plunged deep into me. "fuck it, you're ready" he said, pulling all the way out - to my great dismay. He commanded me to flip over, pulling my ass back towards him and without warning plunged right back in, knocking the air out of me. He pounded me deep and I could feel he was getting close. I didn't care. I was moaning like a whore. I wanted his load so bad. Needed it now. So did what any good bottom should and begged. He let out a dry laugh and grunted "you were never getting away" and pushed deep and shot it inside me. The feeling of his big hot load exploding in me was enough to send me over the edge into a shaking orgasm, wasting my cum all over the sheets. Panting, sweating, his cock still pulsing inside me, we laid there recovering for a few minutes. I asked him if he wanted to stick around and go again, but he had to head out. "I'll check back with you soon, and if you still need more I'll come pound a few more into you boy" and out the door he went. I was a bit puzzled by this, but I'd gotten what I wanted. I spent the rest of the evening jerking off while his cum leaked slowly out of me. Fell asleep still loaded with cum. Perfect. The next morning I woke up and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, one big hot hickey planted on my neck. It was only then his words rang back in my mind "more than one, I think". Glancing around my neck I didn't see any though. I wonder what that meant...and how I'll explain this hickey to my girlfriend...

Part 2 ======== It has been about two weeks. my girlfriend returned shortly after my last rendezvous with scorpion boy and immediately noticed the hickey, despite my feeble attempts to disguise it, dumped me and moved out. Since then I'd been fucked a few times, all bare, exploring my new freedom and an intense bout of lust I could not explain. Once again I found myself home alone, horny, and surfing apps for a playmate. That's when I saw his message. "Still looking, huh? I know you're missing my cock. No one around here is going to compare. Let me know when you're ready to admit what you need" with a little scorpion emoji. I was immediately hard and ashamed to admit he was right. I'd been daydreaming of that fuck but he'd been offline and hadn't replied to my last short but needy message of "hey are you around?". I found myself dry humping my sheets and I realized there was not point resisting this. Messaged him back, trying to be cool "I'm free. Want to come by?". Long delay. Finally he replies "Do as you're told." I sighed in frustration, but felt my cock twitch. I liked being put in my place and it seemed he remembered this. I wrote back "I need your cock, please." He went offline. Fuck. I was doing some dishes, still half hard, when i heard a knock at the door. To my surprise it was him. He came in and greeted me with a kiss and a smack on my butt. "I knew I'd be back here. Your little peach is so needy." I blushed. He asked how I'd been feeling and what I'd been up to, more small chat than last time I thought. I admitted I'd been a little tired but also incredibly horny. He grinned and said "I bet you have. Let's do something about that, shall we?" I was already hard and wet when he started undressing me, playing with my body, taking his time. He treated me differently too, putting obvious time and effort into my pleasure as much as his. Over the course of the late afternoon and evening he fucked three loads into me, making me beg for his cum each time - which I did lustfully and without hesitation. Fucking in different positions...hard, slow and deep. He left me dripping with cum. After the third round, still inside me and leaking cum, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear "that should do it my little slut, now to let nature take it's course." And as quickly as he'd arrived he was out the door. Leaving me aching, exhausted, and full of his cum. Wondering what he meant about nature taking it's course. I let it drift out of my mind as I fell asleep.

The great thing about being male is that we can easily take the emotion out of sex. I think (in my experience), it has been easy to just get bred and look at it as a transaction between two people. Sometimes even less than that. I know in sex clubs I have been bred and never turned around to see who it was.

That's pretty much up to the bottom, as far as I care. If he wants to shoot, great .... if he wants to keep his load until he's taken more loads, that's great too. Whatever makes him the horniest for more loads up his cumhole.

Fantastic story !!! This is definitely not how most of us started out on our cub scouts camping trips, dammittall ..... The photos add a whole 'nother level to the story too.

Hell fuckin yea bitch 😈

Non monogamy is very common in the gay community. Couples switching partners or hooking up with the other's partner in a monogamy partnership was more than common most guys confess. My partner & I was already gifted in the early 2000's when we met and had other couple friends who were gifted as well but knew a 4 couples in the neg more monogamy lifestyle. I knew my partner who was a Top but versatile was very active in our open relationship with many men. Before meds like PrEP was available all of those couple were blessed with the gift.

Up in the high thousands ever since going full bareback, on slow months I think of about average 100 new hookups (not including regulars) Just today I got fucked and loaded by 4 🐷

damn u sound like a true bnwo sissy faggot

Was on grindr and found a guy living just 2 floors down in my building He fucked me well. Was a quick and intense fuck as we both didn‘t have too much time Now I‘m sitting here with a load in my ass and waiting for my bf to get home 😉 Will meet the guy. It‘s just to convenient. Especially since we never discussed status

Drew came home late last night after a session with his mates. As he got into bed he said “fuck me Daddy” Never one to refuse his arse I mounted him and went balls deep. Man he was so fukkin wet. He told me he’d bottomed all night and had at least 8 loads in him. I fucked him hard and my balls were covered in the other lads’ sperm. He was moaning “aww seed me Daddy” Daddy is my trigger word so I immediately shot my load deep in his arse mixing my load with all the other loads. After I emptied my balls I made him lie on his back. I straddled him and told him to open his mouth wide. I put both my nuts. In his mouth and made him suck em clean.

Eat my ass and I'll open up like a 7-11 for you! (OK, truth be told, I'll probably open up for you like a 7-11 either way, but we'll both enjoy it more if I'm wet and super horned up - which a tongue in my hole always makes me).

Yesterday I got breed in n concourse bathroom in Seattle airport

Men cheating in general is hot as fuck. Turns me on when guys are so horny they've gotta have a bunch of action on the side. Gay or straight. I think straight guys who cheat might be hotter cuz I think in general so many more gay couples are open to some degree, but it's way more rare to find a woman who's ok with her man having a few women on the side or male fuckbuddies. But yeah, guys who cheat a lot are hot as fuck!

This was a first: a much younger buddy who is really into dad-son role play texted yesterday morning that he was horny as fuck, and needed my hairy otter dadhole. Invited him over mid-afternoon. I was instructed to be naked, ass up, and ready for cock when they arrived. Son showed up and came upstairs to my bedroom with an older dad buddy, and a third who was their cameraman, who remained clothed. Son quickly stripped, shoved his cock in my mouth to get hard, then his raw cock up my ass. What I wasn't told was what was transpiring: the clothed cameraman filmed and FaceTimed all the proceedings, live, to Son's horny boyfriend back in the midwest, who was jacking as he watched. Hot as fuck! (I'd been fucked and bred by both son and his bf a month or two ago, so knowing he was viewing and jacking off to us barebacking got me totally stoked.) The attached image is my pushout of son's cumload, as it was Facetimed live to his bf, who apparently busted a huge nut while viewing. (Yes, the son fed me the pushout.) Can't wait for the bf to move here in the spring so we can regularly do things like this and film in small groups. Other cum pushouts, cumplay, felching and breeding vids can be found at my Just For Fans. General tomfoolery including bb clips can be found at my Bluesky.

Part 2 The next morning hit like a fever dream that refused to break. I woke up tangled between them in the tent, the air thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and spilled whiskey. Sunlight cut through the nylon walls in thin, golden blades, striping our naked bodies. My hole throbbed, tender and used, a dull ache that made me shift and immediately feel the dried cum cracking on my stomach and face. Ryan was already half-hard against my thigh, his morning wood pressing lazily into me like it belonged there. Jack was behind me, his arm slung heavy over my waist, his breath warm on the back of my neck. Neither of them spoke at first. Ryan just rolled over, grabbed the back of my head, and fed his cock into my mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world. No "good morning," no hesitation—just the salty taste of him, already leaking, sliding over my tongue while I was still blinking sleep from my eyes. Jack stirred behind me, chuckled low, and reached down to spread my cheeks. He spat once, and pushed two fingers into the mess they’d left. They slipped in easily, no resistance, just a wet sound and my own muffled moan around Ryan’s cock. “Still open from last night,” Jack muttered, his voice rough with sleep. “Good boy.” They didn’t rush. They used me slowly, like I was part of the morning routine. Ryan fucked my throat steady and deep while Jack worked me open again with his tongue, then his fingers, then his cock—bare again, sliding in raw and slick with leftover lube and cum. I took it without thinking. My body knew what it wanted now. We didn’t crawl out of the tent until noon. When we finally did, it was like nothing had changed, and everything had. The world felt sharp and overly real after the close, humid dark of our nest. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the musky, scents of debauchery and whiskey that still clung to my skin. There was an unspoken choreography to our movements. I started the fire back up, while Jack wrestled with the grill and Ryan set up the percolator, the clatter of metal and the hiss of the stove the only sounds between us. It was almost domestic, almost, in a primal sort of way. After we’d choked down breakfast, I took the stack of greasy plates down to the lake’s edge. The water was a sheet of dark glass, reflecting the sky. I was on my knees, scrubbing at a plate with sand, when the stream hit me. It was hot and shocking, arcing over my shoulder and splashing across my back. I flinched, looking up to see Ryan smirking, pissing on me with a lazy, confident arch. “Taste it, freshman,” he laughed, the sound echoing across the water. Before I could even react, Jack came barreling past me in a flying leap, hitting the water with a tremendous splash that soaked me to the bone. “Get in here, you filthy whore!” he yelled, surfacing with a gasp. Ryan laughed and jumped in after him. The cold was a physical blow, a vise closing around my chest, stealing my breath. They were on me in an instant, their hands rough, scrubbing me raw, calling me their filthy whore while I grinned and splashed back. Later, naked on our camp chairs, we air-dried under the sun like lizards. Our bodies glistened, and the warmth seeped back into my bones, chasing away the cold. We passed a joint back and forth, the smoke curling up into the pines, each hit followed by a long pull from a cold, sweaty Pabst. The world felt soft again, hazy at the edges. Every time I bent over to grab another beer from the cooler, a hand—Ryan’s, Jack’s, it didn’t matter—would connect with my ass, a sharp, stinging slap that was more punctuation than punishment. We fished air drying naked on the chairs, our bodies glistening in the sun, passing a joint back and forth along with some cold Pabst's. They’d slap my ass when I bent over to grab another beer. Ryan, sitting closest to me, put his hand on my thigh, pulling my leg closer and spreading me open. He aggressively found his way into my hole again. "You’re still hungry, aren't you, freshman?" he said. “You’re gonna be sore for days,” Jack grinned from his chair, watching the show, smirking while sipping his beer. Ryan grabbed my hand and led me to the truck, where he slammed me down onto the cool metal of the tailgate. The sun was on my back, but his shadow fell over me. He leaned in close, his fingers teasing my rim as he whispered, “You want some dick, bro?” Jack appeared at his side, phone in hand, the lens already pointed at us. He held the small brown bottle to my nose. “Yeah, freshman. Open that hole for my bro.” The poppers hit me like a wave, a dizzying rush that melted my bones and turned the world into a pulsing, urgent thing. With both hands, I reached back and spread myself open for him, an offering. Ryan spat on my hole, the impact a sharp spark. He smacked my tender ass with the head of his cock, then pushed. He entered me slow and blunt, a deliberate, unyielding pressure that stole the air from my lungs. I recoiled, not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming delight of my own submission. He pulled out, spit on himself again, and sank back in, deeper this time. A yelp escaped my lips. “Take it, bitch. You know you want it,” Jack said, his voice tight with excitement. With my head turned to the side, writhing in a pleasurable agony, I found the words. “Fuck me, bro.” Jack hopped into the flatbed, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and fed his cock into my waiting mouth. “Choke on it, freshman.” He was filming, not with malice, but with a kind of pride, as if he were capturing the exact moment I shed my old skin and became this new, hungry thing. Ryan’s pace quickened, spurred on by my muffled moans and the sound of me gagging. He came in a series of sharp, jerking thrusts, a warmth that bloomed deep inside me. A moment later, Jack’s grip tightened in my hair, and he held me down as he filled my mouth. We were so lost in our own world, our own little universe of sweat and skin, that we never heard the car pull up. Not the crunch of tires on the gravel, not the footsteps on the dirt. We only heard the throat-clearing, the loud, pointed “Ahem,” that cut through the haze like a knife. We all froze. A park ranger stood by the fire pit, his sunglasses hiding his eyes, his expression unreadable as he scanned the scene: me, naked and bent over the tailgate, Ryan and Jack with their dicks still out, the phone still clutched in Jack’s hand. “What’s going on here, boys, huh?” he asked, his voice flat and clinical. He commanded, “Go put some clothes on and get me the beers.” We scrambled, the spell broken. We did exactly as he said, our movements clumsy and sudden. He let us off with a warning, his lips a thin, disapproving line. “I’ll be back. Keep it clean, boys,” he said, then got in his truck and headed off down the trail. A heavy silence descended. “Shit, man,” Jack said, finally breaking it. “That fucker took the weed.” “Don’t worry, bro,” Ryan said, a slow smile spreading across his face as he nodded toward the trail. “We have backup.” The tension from the ranger’s visit evaporated in the crackle of the fire Ryan built back up. As the flames took hold, he laid four thick steaks on the grill, the scent of searing meat and wood smoke a powerful, grounding force. We were still buzzing with adrenaline and the lingering thrill of being caught. It was in that charged quiet that I heard it—a low, distant rumble that grew into the distinctive, guttural roar of a motorcycle. It pulled into our clearing, engine cutting off to leave a ringing silence. A young man swung off the bike, helmet tucked under his arm. He was lean, with a sharp, confident gaze that took in the three of us. “Hey,” he said, nodding at Jack and Ryan. He shrugged off a heavy backpack, setting it down with a thud that sounded like a promise. He unzipped it, revealing a dark forest of beer, and a gleaming flask of whiskey. “Got the goods?” Jack asked, a hopeful edge to his voice. The guy—Alex—smiled, a slow, knowing thing. He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a small, baggie, the green inside vibrant even in the dimming light. A collective sigh of relief went through us. We rejoiced, the moment feeling like a successful heist, and returned to the fire, our spirits renewed. The brothers introduced me, and we all fell on the food like wolves, devouring our meal under the darkening sky, washing it down with cold beer. The firelight danced in Alex’s eyes as he looked at me, a new, hungry appraisal in his gaze. He set his beer down, his voice cutting through the crackle of the flames. “You want to drink my beer, smoke my weed, then you eat and fuck my hole,” he said. It wasn’t a question. He looked from me to the brothers. “I always bitch out for these two, but now you. Eat my hole, faggot.” He stood, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall. He bent over a log, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved my face right into his ass. The world shrank to that single point of contact—the heat of him, the taste, the raw intimacy. He went down on Ryan as he ground against my face, his movements fluid and practiced. “Alex is a good friend,” Jack said, his voice a low rumble of approval. “He always gets us off. I think he likes you, freshman. Now get in that boy’s ass.” I pulled back, gasping for air, but Jack’s frustration was immediate. “No, freshman,” he growled, pulling my head out by the hair. He pressed the poppers bottle to my nose again. “Deeper.” The rush hit me, and the world dissolved into a haze of need. Jack shoved my face back into Alex’s ass, and this time, I lost myself completely. Alex started to wiggle, gyrating on my face, his moans vibrating around Ryan’s cock. I felt Jack’s hands on me, slick with lube, stroking my own hard cock, jerking me in time with Alex’s movements. “You like this boy’s ass, freshman?” Jack asked. I could only manage a muffled, “Uh-huh.” “I think you should fuck him, freshman,” Jack commanded. “Fuck yeah, bro,” Alex mumbled, releasing my head. I rose, my legs unsteady, and guided myself into him. He was tight, hot, and yielding. I started to move, finding a rhythm. Alex pulled off Ryan’s cock, turning his head to look back at me. “Come on, bro, fuck me,” he urged. I grabbed his ass with both hands and dug in, burying myself to the hilt. Jack fed Alex more poppers, and Alex’s body went pliant, then he started to ride me, taking control. “Who taught you how to fuck, bro? Your mother?” he taunted, his voice breathless and sharp. In a sudden, powerful move, he pulled off my cock, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees on top of a log. He kicked my legs apart and rammed his cock into me. It was thick and blunt, a tree trunk of a thing that forced a yelp from my lips. “This is how you fuck, bro,” he grunted, pounding me without mercy. The pleasure was so intense it was agony. “Yes, sir,” I moaned, my voice breaking. “Take it, bitch,” Jack said, appearing in front of me. He fed me poppers and shoved his cock in my mouth, the dual assault overwhelming my senses. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the spit and precum. Ryan moved around us, a shadow in the firelight. “Hold your hole open, freshman,” he commanded. I reached back, spreading my cheeks for him as he took a photo. The flash was blinding in the dark, a sudden, harsh light that captured my total surrender. “For the memories,” he said, his voice a low, satisfied smirk. I didn’t even flinch. I wanted them to have it. I wanted to be a memory, a story they would tell. I wanted to be theirs. They used me in turns, a slow, deliberate rhythm. One in my mouth, one in my ass, then they would switch without a word. The only sounds were the crackle of the fire, the wet slap of skin on skin, and my own moans, guttural and unashamed. I was a conduit for their pleasure, a vessel to be filled. The poppers were a constant, a chemical haze that kept me floating just above the pain, lost in a sea of pure sensation. Moaning like a bitch every time one of them used me. I begged them to “breed me”, words I’d never said out loud before that weekend. When they did, one after the other, I came so hard I saw white. When Ryan obliged, his thrusts becoming short and sharp as he emptied himself deep inside me, my own orgasm ripped through me. It was violent and blinding, a white-hot explosion that left me shaking and spent, my body convulsing in the dirt. Jack followed, then Alex, each one leaving their mark, their warmth mixing inside me until I was overflowing with them. When they were finished, they simply pulled out and retreated to the chairs, leaving me kneeling and gasping in the firelight. They sat back, sated and watching me with a lazy, proprietary gaze. “Beer,” Jack said, not a question, but a command. I pushed myself up on trembling legs, my body aching and numb, and walked to the cooler. I fetched them fresh beers, my hole slick and leaking, my legs unsteady. I served them, then knelt by the fire, feeling their cum ooze out of me, a slow, warm trickle down my thighs. I felt like a grateful little slut, and I’d never been more content in my life. We eventually passed out in the tent, the four of us, a tangled pile of naked limbs, wrapped in each other's filth and warmth. Sunday morning was softer. The light was amber and hazy, the fire nothing but glowing embers. I awoken last, the taste of them still in my mouth. I crawled out of the sleeping bag and knelt by the fire, giving morning head to whoever stirred first, then the next, then the next. They passed me around like a joint, their hands sleepy and gentle in my hair as the coffee pot gurgled over the flames. After the coffee, they bent me over the familiar log one last time. They fucked me slowly, almost reverently, in the quiet morning light. Ryan first, then Jack, then Alex, each one finishing in my ass while I knelt in the dirt, a grateful supplicant. Their combined release oozed out of me, mixing with the sweat and the morning dew. My legs numb and shaking, Ryan wiped a thumb across my hole, pushed it into my mouth. I sucked it clean for him. Fuck that taste is amazing. As we started to break camp, I noticed the fishing poles in the back of the truck, pristine and untouched. A smile touched my lips. We never once touched them. Can’t wait to go fishing again On the drive home I sat in the middle again, my head on Ryan’s thigh, Jack’s hand tangled in my hair. Every time we hit a bump in the dirt road, I felt a phantom echo of them inside me, a deep, satisfying ache. Ryan traced lazy circles on my neck. “Same time next month?” “Oh yeah,” I nodded, I said, voice hoarse. “Any fucking time you want bro”. My throat raw, body wrecked, sore and floating, heart pounding like I’d finally found where I belonged. The lake disappeared behind us, but I could still taste wood smoke and them every time I breathed in. That weekend was a sacred bond between us, and a fantasy come true. Fishing with the boys had a new meaning for me after that, which repeated as often as we could.

I bred a cute, young Latino twink with a delicious firm ass. He was at a hotel the next city over. We chatted on Sniffies a couple times. His English was OK and I'm not expecting the Queens English. His messages were persistent that we fuck. I didn't hop in the car because his hotel was 45minutes away. He sent me more pics of his ass, and told him he'd gotten me hard! Hehe. I couldn't say no to his cute face either. So I finally drove over to his hotel. I met him at the hotel lobby, and hear that he has a THICK accent. I small talk him in the hallway on the way to the room, and I can tell he's not fully understanding me. His cute smile and sharp eyes look confused about a few of the things I say. I try to figure out where he grew up but I couldn't understand his answer. It doesn't matter. Anyways, sex is the universal language. We made out in his room. His lips were delicate and he avoided a lot of tongue sucking. Naked, chest to chest, I grabbed his butt, and damn! His cheeks were hella firm! I got down while he stood there and sucked his big dick. He was slightly taller, at 5'10 at 160#; his cock was uncut, had girth, and liked it deepthroat. Tears started to fill my eyes as he pounded his cock deeper into my mouth. He was very aggressive with the face fucking. Then he sucked me hard. I fucked his firm ass in multiple positions. He rode my cock, then doggie style, and finally on his back. Doggie style made the slut cum out of him. Seeing his firm ass made me dive in with my tongue and suck on his hole. Then I shoved my bare dick back in. He told me to "breed me Daddy" in his thick accent. He knew that phrase 😉, and wanted cum. I was close, but flipped him over because I wanted to see his sexy self getting fucked. Fucking his ass, he made lustful expressions that reminded me of my nephew 😛 Finally dick erupted and filled his hole. He intensely watched my organism. And his hole squeezed down on my spent cock and finally I slipped out of his cumhole. I got him sideways and tried sucking his cock again. He got semihard but his body signals told me that he didn't really want to cum. So I gave him a quick massage. I finally noticed that he shaved everything -- even his pits. He needed to get going and so did I. Forecast was snow and I'd driven 45mins to fuck. We'd fucked for about an hour. Next morning he chatted me. He said that it was hot ... I said we should do that again.

I was in a neighboring city and needed to cum before driving home. Messaged several bottoms but nobody was ready. I clicked on one popular cumdump motels in Snifffies because there were several guys there and it was lit up as active. There was a public message that said "blindfolded anon bb bottom. door open as long as this message is posted".. The room number was there too. The profile posted had no pics and was off-line for over an hour. I was so horny and it wasn't too far so I went, figuring I could just leave if I wasn't into the guy. I go to the room and the bottom is getting fucked and two tops are waiting. Older guys is naked fucking and the other two are waiting with their dicks out, clothes on. Neither wanted to be touched. Older guy finishes and one of the tops moves in. I get a better look at the bottom, he's close to my age, fit and has a nice hairy ass. He's blindfolded, as advertised. The top that moves in had a big dick, probably about 8" and thick. He pushes straight in, one thrust, no lube in a way that probably wouldn't have felt good even if opened up and a bit cummy. This cause the bottom to yelp a bit and he speak, basically telling the top that his dick is dry and he needs lube, spit or cum on it. When this happens I immediately recognized the voice and take a closer look. Bottom is a close friend who I never knew had a slutty side. This makes my dick rock hard. The big dick top fucks him for a while before he finally releases and it's a big fucking load. I can see the grundle throbbing and when he pulls out I can see the cum leaking out a bit. The other guy moves in, average an unremarkable guy. He cums really fast - big dick top had barely gotten out of the room. He ask asks my friend how many loads and he says he lost count at 18. My turn, I'm so hard because I love a loaded hole and this is my friend who is pretty cute and there's no way I would have get to fuck him in the dynamics of our friendship. I'm also nervous. I can't speak and what if he lifts the blindfold.... I slide my cock in and he's pretty tight considering the day he's had. Once I'm in, his hole is just so slick and oozing cum. It's take my time because I want to savor fucking him and I build up a nice rhythm. Feel great for me and he's moaning in a good way. I felt like I was going to nut the whole time and was really trying to hold it back but after about 5 minutes I reached the point that I couldn't hold it back without stopping and even though I wanted to go longer it just felt to good to stop. I shot a really nice load in him, felt bigger and longer than normal. My balls were dripping cum and my bush was soaked. I zipped up and left covered in cum. As I was leaving the motel, another top was heading that way he was really unattractive and hit was kind of hot knowing that my friend was going to take this guys load. I ended up sitting in the car for about 45 minutes where I could see the room door. I decided to go back up and get another load out of me. Ugly guy was still fucking him but he stopped and gave me his ass. I was able to fuck longer this time and gave him another load.

mum died when I was quite young & my uncle trained me to satisfy his and dads needs and I always slept in dads bed. Even when dad would come home late and use me for his pleasure, I would often be woken by my my uncle or several guys taking turns on dads ass. As much as dad could fuck, he was a hungry bottom & I loved feasting on dads ass before and after fucking his wet sloppy hole. There's just something about fucking a guy after he's been freshly fucked and feeling another guys cum on your cock or having one guy pull out of your ass and having another guy just shoving his cock in.

Part 14 We were more than half way through the flight now and the attendants were selling drinks and snacks. I couldn't help noticing the dark haired attendant, especially as he was bending over to hand drinks to the people across the aisle and his arse was practically in my face. He had a really fit arse and really filled out his smart dark blue trousers and I could feel myself getting a bit of a semi. I ordered mysle a drink and a snack and he served me with a smile. Neil was still asleep and was now snoring gently as I sipped my drink. I thought again about what had taken place the night before. Neil had been getting steadily more adventurous - especially in letting me finger his arsehole, but I had never thought he would ever actually take cock up his arse. Now he had been fucked twice - once by a total stranger and once by me - even though he knew perfectly well that I was HIV positive and not on any meds. I knew that Neil was not the kind of person to go further than he meant to - even when he was drunk he was still very much in control of himself and I was fairly sure he had been fully aware of what he was doing the night before when he had led the black guy and then me fuck him and cum in his arse. I thought back to when I had first got to know Neil, and how shy he had been that first night in the office the first time he had unzipped his trousers and pulled his pants down to let me suck his cock. I remembered how much persuading he had taken to let me see his arsehole and then to lick it. Now I had fucked him and had not used a condom. I thought back to my first meeting with Gerry again - and how he had told me he had acquired a strain of HIV that appeared to be resistent to meds - and how many times he had fucked me since then. I could never resist Gerry and pulled my pants down and let him fuck me whenever he wanted to. He fucked me at his place, my place, in bars and clubs and sometimes invited his friends to fuck me. When I next attended the sexual health clinic for a check up they asked me all the usual questions and tried once again to persuade me to go on meds. Then they ran a few tests and I could see they were puzzled by the results. They started asking me I had been abroad lately, and if I had visited any other continents. As the questions went on, I guessed that Gerry had passed his resistant strain to me. I liked Gerry a lot - and especially liked the fact that he didn't give a fuck - his attitude was that guys offered their arses of their own free will - he wasn't forcing them to do anything they didn't want to do - and if they asked him his status he would tell them, but if they chose not to ask any questions, that was their responsibility and not his. As I got to know Gerry better, I was becoming more confident and less concerned about my HIV. I still did not want to go on meds and somehow the knowledge that I had more than likely aquired a strain of HIV that could not be treated with meds seemed to make me even hornier and I took every opportunity I could to fuck and be fucled. I was no longer seeing the faces of guys I had fucked in my dreams, but around this time I started experiencing something else which at first felt very strange. The first time I noticed it happening, I was at the Vault one Friday evening after work. It can be a bit hit and miss around this time and it was fairly quiet at first. I noticed a guy checking in his bag and his jacket and, from the way the barman was pointing things out, I guessed it was the guy's first time at the Vault. When he had checked in and got his free drink, the barman showed him where the condoms and lube were and I noticed he took a couple of condoms and put him in his pocket. He was a good looking blond guy, a bit chubby and was dressed in suit trousers, smart shoes and a white shirt - all things I really go for. I could tell he was quite nervous and at first he hung around on the fringes of things, just watching the action. I saw him looking at me a few times and a little later I managed to cruise him and soon we were in a quiet corner in the room with the barrels. We kissed for a while and then we both got our cocks out and he went down and started to suck my cock. He sucked me really well and before long I was getting close. I pulled out his mouth and we changed places. I sucked him for a while and then motioned to him to turn round. He turned round and bent over and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up his arse. I licked him for a while and then I stood up. I was really horny now and I began to rub the head of my cock against his wet arsehole. He let me do it for a while, but when I began to push the head of my cock into his arse, he pulled back. He reached into his pocket and passed me a condom. I told him I didn't really like using condoms and he hesitated for a moment and then shook his head, pulling up his trousers and pants. I was disappointed that I wasn't going to get the chance to fuck him, but I always respect people's choices and I went and got myself another drink and then cruised around for a while. It was getting quieter now and a little later, the same guy cruised me again and soon we were back in the same spot in the room with the barrels. This time he went down on me almost immediately and then, after he had sucked me for a while, he stood up, pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over, pushing his fit arse out towards me. "Are you sure?" I asked, and he nodded A few seconds later, I was pushing my bare cock up his tight arse. I waited a minute to let him get used to it and then I began to fuck him. He was a really good fuck - his arse felt really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I fucked him for a bit longer and then I felt myself getting ready to cum. That's when it happened - as I began to shoot my cum into him I somehow knew that I was about to knock him up. I hadn't felt this before - but somehow I knew, with a rock solid conviction, that I was infecting him with HIV. It was too late to stop myself, even if I had wanted to and I squirted the rest of my cum up his arse and then pulled out. He mopped his brow with his shirt and a short time later we had a drink together at the bar. He told me his name and I asked him if he came to the Vault often and he shook his head. He told me that he was just down in London with his work and was travelling back to the north of England that evening. He was a really nice guy, but as we chatted, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just knocked him up. I guessed that he usually played safe and had come to the Vault with every intention of using condoms, but had given into the temptation to go bareback because he was horny and wanted to be fucked. It was a very strange feeling, but this was not the last time I was to experience it. It was around this time that Gerry told me about the Friday Night Shift. Gerry worked for a construction firm and, for the last 18 months he had been working on an upgrade of a stretch of motorway. He worked during the night as a shift manager and worked twelve hour shifts. The full time guys were only allowed to do four shifts a week, and two others shifts, including the Friday night shift, were covered with casual workers, who mostly also had day jobs and were working nights to make extra money. Around this time, a lot of Eastern European guys were working in the UK and quite a lot were employed as casual workers on the Friday night shift. Gerry's deputy on the Friday shift was Tom, who was married but also bisexual. It didn't take long for he and Gerry to get together on one of their breaks. They found a quiet spot below the motorway and Gerry fucked Tom up against the wall, shooting a nice big load up him. After that they began to fuck regularly and the third time they got together, they realised they were being watched. Two of the Polish guys on the shift were watching Gerry and Tom fuck and they were both wanking, their trousers and pants at their knees. Gerry kept fucking and, just as he began to squirt his dirty load up Tom, the two Polish guys shot their loads out in front of them. The next week the two guys appeared again and this time they joined in the fucking, both shooting a load up Tom's arse. Gerry told me the two guys were cousins, both working in the UK to make some money to send home. One of them, Pavel, was engaged to his girlfriend and was saving money for his wedding, the other Karel, had fathered a child with his ex partner and was sending his money to her. Both guys seemed to enjoy the fuck and a couple of weeks later, word seemed to have got around and more guys started showing up at the break, using Tom's mouth and arse to get off. It was at this point that Gerry said if they wanted to continue having fun there would have to be some reciprocation as they couldn't all keep using Tom. He was a little bit surprised when most of the guys seemed to accept the suggestion. It was one of the Romanian guys who offered to bend over first, and soon he was being fucked by one of the other workers, an English builder working nights to make extra money to pay for his daughter's forthcoming wedding. One of the Polish guys, Pavel, was the next to offer up his arse, and he too was fucked several times., including by his cousin. Gerry told me it had all developed from there and his Friday Night Shift had now become one of the most popular and he had no issue finding guys to work it. The breaks on a Friday had become a total fuck fest, with cocks being pushed into mouths and slipped up hairy arses all over the area below the motorway. Nobody was using condoms and, though a few guys asked about them, they seemed quite happy to go without protection. When Gerry told me all this, he said I could join them on a Friday if I wanted to have some fun. He said to come and meet him before break time and added, if I walked around with a clipoard and looked as if I was there with a purpose, no one would question me. Gerry got me a hard hat, a high-viz jacket and a pair of steel toed safety boots and we arranged I would drive up and join him the following Friday night. I was a bit nervous putting on the gear, in case I looked like one of the Village People, but I actually thought I looked quite good and before long, I could feel the familar sensation of my cock pushing against the front of my trousers. When I got there, Gerry showed me around the site and, as I watched the guys working, I found it hard to believe that a short time later most of them would be sucking cock and taking it up the arse! I enjoyed every minute of the breaks - Gerry had not been exaggerating when he told me it would be fuck fest - and soon I was bent over taking cock after cock in my mouth and up my arse. Quite a few of the guys bred me and soon I could feel the cum sliding out my arse and down the back of my balls. I got to fuck a few of the guys too and in the end I shot my load up a bearded Romanian guy who told me later he had five children! I joined Gerry most Friday nights and had a great time, taking it and giving it - always bareback, with no questions asked. I enjoyed the whole experience very much - they were a good bunch of guys and worked really hard for most of the night. As I am quite into piss, I also enjoyed the fact that a lot of the guys used to just get their cocks out and piss where they were working instead of making their way to one of the few portable toilets which were provided. There was a back wall just out of sight of the traffic and most of the guys used to piss there, using the toilets only when they needed to take a dump. It was all very horny! Every now and then I would experience the same feeling I had experienced at the Vault - just as I began to shoot my load up some guy's arse, I would somehow be certain I was about to knock them up. It happened a few times on the Friday Night Shift - one time when I came up the arse of a young married Polish guy and once when I fucked one of his best friends. One night I took the virginity of a young student who was working a couple of shifts a week to finance his university course and left a little gift up his arse. He was a good looking young guy, quite muscly, with his hair tied back in a pony tail, and a very fit arse. He told me he had been wanting to join in the fun for a few weeks - as he was pretty sure his girlfriend would never find out - and had really enjoyed taking it up the arse. I guess no one will ever know how many guys got pozzed up during the construction of that stretch of motorway - but I'm failry sure it would be quite a few! Both Gerry and I fucked most of the guys at least once as did Tom, who was also positive and not on meds. Although he was a very active bottom, he usually shot at least one load up a fit arse during the course of the shift. Thinking of all this had made me really horny and just then I noticed that Callum, who was sleeping in the seat next to mine, must have been dreaming about something nice, because he had a massive hard-on sticking up in his trousers. The crew were preparing for landing now and the dark haired flight attendant came to check we all had our seat belts fastened and our trays up. He looked at Callum and grinned at me. I pulled my sweatshirt back which had been on my lap and showed him my own hard on. He grinned at me and discreetly slipped something into the pocket of my polo shirt. It turned out to be his number. We landed shortly afterwards and made our way wearily to the baggage reclaim. A little later we came through into the airport and soon most of the guys were greeting their girlfriends and children. Neil's wife couldn't pick him up so the two of us and Jamal made our way to the underground. The following day, I met up with the flight attendant in his hotel room. He had invited the other attendant from our flight too - a fit German lad with blond hair and soon we were all naked and cocks were being sucked and arses licked. They both fucked me, one after the other and then, when they had both bred me, they knelt up on the bed side by side. I went up the dark haired guy first , fucked him for a while and then pushed up the blond lad. I swapped between them for a while and then I was ready to cum. I was up the blond guy as I began to squirt my load and, once again, I knew exactly what I was about to do to him. I squirted a few shots of cum up him and then pulled out and went up the dark haired guy, shooting the rest of my load up him, knowing that I had just knocked them both up. A horny end to a great holiday!

The theme of the monthly meeting organized by Mark and Adam this time was Whose Husband is the Biggest Slut. The evening started with a two-hour competition, which targeted 3 couples. The couple's slut husband was tied to a sling with leather straps and the spouse's task was to get as many men as possible to breed the slut. Above each of the three slings was a digital display that showed the number of cum loads that had been released into the slut's hole. The slut in the first sling was Johan, a 62-year-old muscular silver fox. His husband, a few years younger, also muscular Kieran. He enticed the men to fuck the cheating daddy, who never refuses any load. In the middle sling was Ben, an overweight man of about 40. Ben's husband Thomas was clearly older, about 55, very thin and not looking healthy. Thomas advertised Ben's fat ass as a diseased hole that had seen everything. According to Thomas, Ben is always collecting bugs. Ben loves it when men fuck his bug filled hole. In the last sling was 20-year-old Jay with a swimmer's body. Her skinny and smooth nerdy boyfriend Jon was also 20. According to Jon, they had been together for 3 years and lived in a monogamous relationship. At Jay's request, they decided to open up their relationship and this is the first time Jay is going to be fucked. Jay is the top of the relationship, and now they both hope Jay will become a poz. Their hope is that Jay could later convert Jon. Mark and Adam already knew from experience that this arrangement makes men hot. But they had not imagined how hot. It quickly became clear that Jay's muscular swimmer's ass was the most willing hole for men to empty their balls. But practically all the men wanted to use their cocks in John and Ben's holes first before thrusting into Jay's unprotected hole. Jay heard countless times during the evening that he was a naughty boy who loves dirty cocks. For the entire two hours Jay's boyfriend was on his knees next to the sling and he greedily licked every cock that had emptied its balls into Jay's hole. When Mark and Adam announced after two hours that the game was over it was time to see the winners. Jay had collected a total of 68 loads, Ben 12 and Johan 8. After the game the evening and night continued normally, with lots of fucking and other socializing. Many people were interested in fucking Jon during the evening. It may be that Jon and Jay's dream of Jay converting Jon will not come true.

I know this will be contentious, but I don’t think you should feel bad about doing what you want with your own body!

No, it's simply legally accurate. There is a lot of grey around sexual exploration for preteen and teen minors. There's a lot of power imbalance, differing cognitive development and abilities, etc. with minors exploring sexuality and it's impossible to make rules that both protect those who need it, and give freedom to explore to those who want it. Hence age of consent laws that try to strike the balance between those competing factors as best they can. It's great that you knew what you wanted sexually at 10, 11, and 12, but those laws protect the kids who *don't*.

nice. would have loved being there with you. tied up and ravished