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Scheduled a 90 minute massage at a local place. I wanted a deep tissue and I asked for a male masseuse. I had never been to this place before. When I arrived it was a normal, upscale salon. I was guided by a little asian lady to my room given the normal instructions to get undressed with the option of loose disposable underwear. I skipped the underwear and got naked under the towel face down. The masseuse knocked on the door and entered...some light small talk and he started the massage. He was very good, knew the deep tissue points well. He was not shy around my ass which some masseurs are...he really massaged my glutes well. Halfway through he asked me to flip...all very normal. This is the first time I could see him. He was a lean, tall, lanky guy, he said he was brazilian and italian mix (I am in Netherlands). Some more small talk about the weather as he is massaging my legs. Then he gets up on top of me and sits on my crotch as he starts to massage my chest and arms....well, he's pretty good looking and I get hard with him on top of me. He looks at me and says "keep it that way and we will take care of it" He then covers my face with a towel...pulls the towel off my body and puts some massage oil on my cock...and I can feel him climbing back up on the table....he sits down on my dick and then starts riding me...I can't see anything, just the sensations of my cock inside his pussy and then I reach out and grab his dick...I'm stroking him and he's riding me till we both shoot our loads...mine deep in his ass and his across my chest. After a few minutes he gets off me then I feel him licking his cum off my chest...then he casually asks if I liked the massage...gives me the normal instructions to feel free to shower and dress and leave... I'm still in some disbelief but fuck that was a hot load.

I went to the local sleazy sex club, Slammer. It was a warm Saturday night and the place was busy. I stripped down to a black mesh Breedwell jock and yellow/black harness, put on a yellow arm band and took a tour of the place. Went right to the piss room...no one really there, but it had definitely been used. So I went on to one of the dark rooms. Inside there were about 12 guys. Toward the back some were playing, and toward the front there were about 5 guys just handing out, rubbing their bulge. One short thin Asian or Latin guy was watching me, so I went over to him and grabbed his cock. Started stroking him and he instantly got hard. He didn't seem to mind at all, so I got on my knees and sucked his dick. It wasn't huge or thick, but it had a great curve and was leaking tons of pre. I stood up, lubed his cock put a bit on my hole again. I spun around and hit my poppers as i pushed my ass on his cock. He just held still and let me slide it into me...working my ass back on his cock, he slide in balls deep and I rode his dick as he pressed his back against the wall. I milked it and moaned, riding it. I begged him to cum in me and then he started to fuck into me. That got him to use my hole and without any warning he clenched and shot balls deep in my ass. I thanked him and he laughed...he thanked me. Then I went to the other dark room. That one was busier. I tried the same trick with a daddy bear who was stroking his cock. I went up to him and grabbed it. I could tell he wasn't pretty, but it was dark and his slimed cock felt good in my hand. I spun around and lined his cock up. He pushed right in as I hit my poppers. Using the last load for lube. He grunted and fucked into me harder. I noticed guys were really watching... and a guy in his clothes.... T shirt and baggy shorts, but fit and with a nice hard cock tenting. He kinda looked Middle Eastern, but it was hard to tell. The daddy grunts and shoots balls deep in my hole. He pulled out and i sucked him clean as a fat older guy with a huge cock (I mean thick as hell) pushed into me. I hit the poppers to let him in. Fucked me for a bit then left. Then another younger guy with a nice dick fucked me. I saw a daddy jerking harder near me and he whispered that he was gonna cum soon. I moved off one dick and got my ass over to him. He grabbed my hips and pushed in. Fucked me for about 30 seconds then came. I took a break and walked around. Caught the eye of an older Asian guy. We went into a private room. Made out and I sucked his cock while he moaned about how he wanted to fuck me. I bent over on the wall and he slid into my ass. The room is small...barely enough for 2 people. Dark and with a bench, swinging door and 3 walls. Guys outside could tell I was getting fucked. I'm not sure how long it took, but he eventually shot his load in me without asking. Next stop was back to the piss room to see what would happen. I walked in and one guy was just finishing pissing on another guy in the tub. Hot! I got in too and started sucking the dick that just pissed, tasting a bit of it. A few guys walked in to watch, mostly gawkers. One white guy with longer dark hair and tats all over came up and started to piss on me. Soaking me while I loved every drop.... sucked some from his cock and as he finished I started to blow him. The other guy in the tub started to play with my ass, then sliding his dick up into me while I sucked that tatted guy, who asked if I wanted him to fuck me. I nodded and the other guy stopped. Got out of the tub and bent over against the wall to take the tatted dick. Got fucked real nice but not hard. Piss dried on me while taking dick until I heard him quietly cum. Didn't say a word or hardly make notice of his load going in me. My ass was definitely leaking. The room died down so I went to the smaller dark room. It was only busy in the back. About 6 guys hanging out and there was the Middle Eastern guy in the very back corner. An older bottom slut was trying to make a move on him but it wasn't working. I positioned myself in front of the older bottom with the Middle Eastern facing me. To my right was a bench built into the wall. I ran my finger down his chest. He barked, "Fuck it!" and grabbed me, spun me around, grabbed my hips and started to push his raw dick up my ass. It all happened so fast. I was just standing in front of him and then his cock was barebacking my cummy ass. It was such a hot dick, perfect size. He didn't hesitate to push right in and start fucking me into the bench. I put my hands up to bace myself and stop my head from slamming into the wall. He was quiet, but he fucked hard and fast. I moaned and begged him, "yeah, fuck my faggot ass raw. Use it!" He loved hearing that. I know because he fucked me harder when I said it. So I continued. Moaning and begging him to fuck me. Telling him to use me. He fucked hard and the wall shook. We kept going for a while. To my right was a group of guys watching but I couldn't see how many. He had me totally facing the wall in the dark just begging him to fuck my ass. He clearly loved the anon random exhibition aspect. Fucking deep into me. I knew I need his anon load in my guts. I moaned, "fuck yeah, knock me up with that raw dick! Shoot your dirty load up my ass and knock me up!" He fuckin LOVED that. He started fucking me hard as hell. I begged him to breed me and knock me up over n over. He slammed into my ass so hard, shaking the entire room. He didn't say he was going to cum, he just started cumming and screaming. Loudly moaning as he shot. I could feel the heat from his load shoot up into my guts as he just fucked every drop balls deep into me. After he finished, he slowly slid out. My ass wet. He put his cock away and just left. I sucked a few more guys and got fucked at least 2 more times. The rest of the night was a haze. The lights came on and they closed the place so I had to leave. I want home and jerked off to the Middle Eastern guy "knocking me up" and wondered if he really was poz or if he just loved the dirty talk.

I was at the notorious Claireville Conservation Park last Saturday night, cruising for some action. I pulled up next to a car and spotted a hot guy jerking off, his cock glistening in the moonlight. I was in a hoodie, blending into the shadows, and he hadn't noticed me yet. I stepped out of my car, dropped my pants, and exposed my bare ass to him, leaning against the car for a smoke. I didn't realize he had snuck up behind me until I felt his breath on my neck. He whispered huskily, "Don't look back. Bend over the seat." His voice was a mix of threat and promise. "I'll fuck you right here, and you won't be able to find me after." My heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement. I did as he said, bending over and exposing myself completely. He was rock hard, and with one powerful thrust, he was inside me, stretching me wide. "Sniff these," he commanded, offering me a bottle of poppers. I took a hit, and the world spun as he pounded into me, each thrust deeper and more intense than the last. He grunted with each movement, his body slapping against mine. "Take it, you little slut," he growled, and I complied, pushing back against him, wanting more. He came with a roar, filling me with his hot load. He pulled out sharply, leaving me empty and aching. He slapped my ass hard, the sting mixing with the pleasure still coursing through my veins. As I came out of my haze, I realized he was gone, leaving me wanting more. The guys in the other two cars had been watching, and they approached me, their eyes hungry. "Stay just like that," one of them ordered, and I did, ready for more. They took turns, each one fucking me hard and deep, leaving me with three loads inside me. But they left without a word, leaving me high and dry, my own cock still hard and unfulfilled. I drove home, my body still tingling, and rode my 9-inch dildo attached to my fuck machine, finally finding release as I relived the night's events.

SALOPE My journey to protecting my sexual partners’ health and my own health by finally starting meds after so many years of delay was complicated. The first couple of drugs I was prescribed gave me side effects. One of them caused me to have night terrors as soon as I drifted off to sleep. Another medication caused me to occasionally hallucinate so bizarrely that I knew the visions and sounds weren’t real. One such time, I was in a hotel lobby in Mexico City and heard a huge explosion. There was not any smoke, broken glass, screaming people – and I knew it was just the meds. As a result, my adherence was “spotty” at best. My doctor told me that I’d be better off not taking them at all rather than taking them only some of the time. It had something to do with causing viral resistance. Around the same time, I started a new job which required me to travel overseas quite a bit. It wasn’t unusual for me to go away for several weeks at a time. As a result, my trysts with Mike became much less frequent. But when we did meet, Mike completely stopped using condoms when he fucked me. He said he couldn’t go back to being inside of me with a layer of plastic in between. He also liked to “knock me up”. (I think that phrase took on its current meaning a while after our time together.) To my knowledge, Mike didn’t get the bug. I started trying to meet other guys and I started having sex with many of them. Also, Mike must have had second thoughts about his domestic situation and having a gay fuck toy on the side. We still traded a few emails, but even those started to become less frequent. I don’t know if he continued to play with other guys after we moved on from each other. I became much sluttier and kinkier than I had ever been in my life, although I always enjoyed leather and the bondage/roleplay scene. Earlier in my life, I was known to have casual sex with strangers in the past, but for most of my life, I’d been more relationship oriented. Perhaps it was the chance to have so many exotic men in Europe and Latin America. I wanted to taste all of it! For whatever the cause, I became less focused on having a boyfriend or exclusive sex partner. One evening after a long day, I was sipping a beer at the bar of a gay establishment and a much younger cute guy asked if the seat next to me was taken. “Be my guest,” I told him. We started talking and flirting. He asked me if I visited this bar often, and I told him I was visiting the city for the first time on business. “Have you been to the basement rooms yet? Those can be a lot of fun,” he said. I told him I didn’t know there was another part to the bar, and he offered to show me around. We both finished our drinks and he led the way. I followed him toward the back of the bar and through a curtain, then down some wooden steps. The air was a bit cool and damp as we descended, but I could smell the unmistakable scent of man-sex hanging in the air. The lighting was very dim, but my eyes adjusted. It looked like there were gloryhole booths lining a hallway as we continued. Finally, we reached a pitch-black dark room where I could hear guys having sex. The young guy stopped and turned around and we started kissing. I reached around and cupped his bubble ass cheeks in my hands and groped him. After a few minutes, he turned around and grinded his ass against the raging hard-on beneath the zipper of my jeans. I unzipped his jeans and he dropped them and rubbed his bare ass against me. I hiked my jeans down a bit and my cock sprang free. I rubbed my cock into his smooth ass crack, rubbing up and down and occasionally rubbing my cock head all along his crack. I poked my cock between his legs and along his taint and he reached back and pointed my bare cock to his hole and pushed back against me. My cock easily slid into his hole. He was either slick with lube or he was already carrying a load or two. I held his hips as I slowly fucked him deep and then pulled back almost to the point of my head slipping out of him, then repeated. I was really enjoying his ass and I started to sweat, contributing my scent to the sex already lingering in the room. We must have been making some noise because as I was plowing the guy’s pussy, I felt a hard body against my back and the guy started grabbing my pecs and lightly pinching my nipples. This sent me over the edge and I grunted as I emptied my nuts into the guy in front of me. He pulled himself off my cock and turned around and sucked my dick clean. Then, he was gone. The guy who was behind me pushed my jeans down over my ass. The next thing I knew, his face was between my cheeks and rimming me out. Whomever he was, he had a beard and it felt good as his tongue tried to worm its way into my innards. I pushed back, and after several minutes of lapping my hairy hole, he stood up and I reached back to show him the way inside. His large, hooded cock was slick with precum and I felt very tight as he pushed it home. I wasn’t lubed except for his precum, but soon, the oozing of it inside of me made me start to enjoy it. After a few minutes I heard him grunt and felt his warm cum flush into me. I spent the rest of the evening using and being used by other men. I left the bar stinking of cum. I went back the following evening.

Sorry for my English, it's not my native language. But I hope you will still have fun. Part 1 I knew early on that I was more interested in men than women. When I was young, I found some of my father's sex magazines. They were magazines about gay men. I was most interested in the stories where one man dominated another and fucked him regularly. I found stories in which the passive partner was forcibly locked in a chastity belt particularly horny. When I was 18, I took the opportunity to go to a sex store in the next biggest town. It was a normal sex store for heteros. I was quite nervous and only bought a few things, a cockring and a dildo. I wore the cockring almost all the time from then on, so I was always horny. I especially loved stimulating myself briefly until I cum, but then not letting myself come. Over time, I got better and better at this and after just a few weeks I was able to keep myself horny all the time. Whenever I was undisturbed, I fucked myself with the dildo, but also without letting myself come. About six months after my first visit to the sex store, I went there again. As I had been constantly stimulating myself for over two months without cumming, I was extremely horny. Besides my cockring, I only put on a T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. Through the jeans, you could see my thick, extended 8.5“ cock and my big balls very clearly. I actually wanted to go to the same sex store as the first time, but on the way there I came across a gay sex store. So I decided to give it a try there. Visibly nervous, I entered the sex store and was amazed by what I saw. Not only was I pleasantly surprised by what I saw, but my horniness increased immeasurably. At first I just looked around the store. I immediately noticed three people in the sex store. Two employees, about 20 years old, who were dressed very sexy. Both were only wearing boots, jocks and a muslin shirt that exposed their fat pierced nipples. What was striking was that they both wore cuffs on their ankles, wrists and around their necks, which were secured with locks. Behind the counter stood a man of around 40 to 50 years of age dressed completely in leather. I immediately suspected that the boys were the leather man's slaves. I grabbed a shopping basket and headed for the books. I quickly found a book about how a boy was kept strictly chaste by his master. Then I looked around and found what I was looking for in the dildos and plugs. On the way to the jocks, I passed a small display case. It immediately took my breath away when I saw what was there. It was filled with all kinds of chastity devices. I stood in front of it for quite a while, so I didn't notice at first that one of the boys standing next to me. When I noticed him, I was a little startled, but he immediately put me at ease by addressing me. "Hi, I'm Mike. Are you interested in the chastity belts? You're welcome to try some." Somewhat taken by surprise, I just stammered "Yes, I would be happy to." He opened the showcase, took out a few items and just told me to follow him into the changing room. On the way to the changing room, he grabbed a few other items, went to the counter and was handed a small brown bottle by the leather guy. In the changing room, he asked me to strip completely. What I didn't realize at the time was that it wasn't the official changing room of the store, but that it was a bit out of the way. A little hesitantly, I undressed completely in front of him. When I stood naked in front of him, he immediately grabbed my stiff cock and commented appreciatively on what a hot piece I had between my legs. With his other hand, he grabbed my ass and without much resistance, he penetrated my hole with one finger. At the same time, he remarked that he could understand that with such a hot ass I would have to restrain my cock with a chastity belt. However, before I was to try on the various CBs, he wanted to prepare me accordingly. So he led me a few meters further to a shower. He put a cream on me and after a few minutes I had to shower it off. It took less than 10 minutes until I was completely depilated from the neck down. However, before I could get out of the shower, he came to me and said he needed to prepare me even better. I didn't immediately understand what he meant, but he reached into the bag with all the things he had collected and took out a small attachment for the shower hose. After a few minutes, he told me to bend forward. Then he pushed the attachment into my cunt and turned on lukewarm water. He rinsed my ass several times until only clear water ran out of me. He then filled another half liter of water into a bag and added a fairly large amount of white powder. After shaking the bag, he connected it to the metal tube and let the entire amount of water flow into me. He pulled the metal tube out of my ass and immediately sealed it with a plug he had chosen. Before I could say anything, I felt an intense burning sensation inside me. The boy just grinned broadly and asked if I could feel anything yet. I couldn't say anything to him, I just moaned really loudly. "Man, I'm so horny all of a sudden" I said to him. I could hardly control myself not to grab his cock, suck it hard and then let him fuck me. He seemed to guess my thoughts because he quickly pulled his jock down. I could immediately see that his cock was firmly locked in a chastity belt. "Unfortunately, I can't fuck you with my cock because it's been locked away in the CB for over two years. But our master will give you a good pounding and pump your ass full of his cum". I was just about to reply when I was kicked hard in the balls from behind. "Shut up, you pig!" I heard the leather guy from behind immediately afterwards as I went to my knees in pain. He grabbed me and pulled me up. "I love turning big cocks into very small cocks". He pushed my head down and I had to look down at my super small cock. "It won't get any bigger, I will teach you that and the chastity device that you will wear permanently from now on will make sure of that". He gave the slave boy a sign and within a few moments I had been fitted with a chastity cage. It was much smaller than the two boys'. Then I was pushed back into the shower and the plug was removed. After I had emptied myself, he pulled me to a bench and pushed me forward. My ass was well up in the air and I could already feel him squirting something into my ass. It burned like hell but after a short time my ass wanted to be filled. "Ha, ha, you cunt, does the pig need a fat cock"? I could already feel a fat glans on my hole and a fat PA. "I'm going to ride you in now my new slave and before you get out of here, your ass will be well filled with lots of cum". No sooner said than done. With one deep thrust he penetrated me completely.

I did a thing this weekend. Got a membership to my local bath house. Simply amazing idea. This is what the membership is for. 🤤😈☣️

So for the last 4 weeks I’ve been getting involved with really hot anonymous hookups, which has lead to some intense booming for hours afterwards. Yesterday was the opposite. I didn’t jerk off for like 5 days so I gooned all night Sunday. But I was still horned as fuck so after work I stopped at the ABS closest to home. I had no interest, desire or intention of getting off. I just wanted to be a total cum hole. The place is pretty full of guys but not much action going on. I end up locking eyes with some dude in his late 20s and totally unkempt, like he spent the whole weekend in the basemen playing games. He sees me looking and he hops in to a glory hole booth so I jump into the adjacent one. He pushes through a beer can sized dick that looked amazing. It wasn’t long but oh so thick and dripping precum. I didn’t even bother to blow him. I just added some spit to his tip with my tongue. Took a hit of poppers and backed on him. He worked in and started pumping and came in an about 2 minutes. He stayed hard inside me and started again. This time he went for about 15 minutes and flooded me again. In that time I realize he came buckets because everything was getting really sloppy. I just took it while never touching my dick in any way. So now it’s getting a bit rank so I had to tidy up. This guy literally just gave me a cum enema. So once I tidied up and come back i see that that he is still stroking so we go into a larger booth together. Spins me around pulls my clothes down and works back in, bends me over and grabs me by the hips. He starts pummeling me for another 20 minutes. In that time I didn’t exist. I was high on poppers and just a real live flashlight for him to fuck into. And this time he came buckets. Cum was pouring out of me and down my legs. He just pushed me out of the way and left me there with the door open. I ran out of napkins to clean up so I just went home my clothes dripping cum. I have never been that degraded in a hookup like that, just something to be ejaculated in and discarded. Total worthlessness. It was so profound. Im going to try to do a repeat tonight.

Hey guys. I’ve been thinking about trying a different direction for a story. It includes a new theme. I hope you like it. Coach Sanders I think deep down I always knew I was gay. It was just there, in the back of my head, waiting for me to quit pretending. Hard to believe now, but back in high school I was a chubby geek. I used to hide behind baggy clothes and spend more time online than outside. My body made that clear. The thought of showering in front of the guys in gym made my stomach twist. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t about being small down there. That wasn’t it. It’s that I knew they’d laugh at my naked body. So, I’d pretend I had somewhere to be or wait by my locker until I could clear out unnoticed. And because I was basically a nobody, I got away with it. Thing is, I used to stare at the jocks, hoping they wouldn’t notice. All the time I’d just tell myself I was looking at them because I wanted a body like theirs. I even kept saying that when I started watching gay porn. But I was only jacking off to solo stuff and imagine my body like that. So, it was ok. But by senior year, I decided to do something about it. So, I hit up Coach Sanders about using the weights. He’s in his fifties, fit, serious. The kind of old school coach who still wears a whistle. I stood there, nervous. Even though I was intimidated, he never gave me shit and kinda watched out for me if the other guys messed with me. That’s what gave me the nerve to tell him I wanted to start on the weights and get in shape. He just sat there, looking me over for second before straightening up. “I’ve been watching you, kid. You’ve got potential,” he told me, standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder. “I can see it. Though, the baggy clothes aren’t helping any. It’s obvious you’re trying to hide your body.” I just stood there, his hand on my shoulder. Eyes locked on mine like he was waiting for something. I took a deep breath and told him the problem was that I wasn’t sure about being in the weight room with the other guys. There was no judgment in his eyes, just a quiet nod like he understood. He gave my shoulder a quick squeeze, then turned and said I could come in once everyone had left. Since he taught a couple of history classes, he'd be in his office late. So I started showing up when it was empty. No noise, no eyes on me. Coach barely said anything at first. Just nods when I walked in. But after a couple of days, he noticed I didn’t have a clue. He’d correct my form, show me how to grip the bar, tell me which muscles I should be working on. I listened during all of it. After about a month, he stood beside me watching as I was benching. “Gotta be honest, kid. I didn’t think you’d stick with it,” he said, looking me over, not holding back. But I didn’t flinch. “I’m starting to see a difference.” I looked at myself and didn’t see much. Maybe a little definition, maybe nothing. But he saw it. After that, he started me on a plan and laid out what I should be doing, how often, how heavy. He didn’t ask if I wanted it. He just handed it to me, and I followed. I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to disappoint him. Sometimes I’d notice him checking me out, studying me. Not in a way anyone else would notice, but I felt it in my gut. And I started thinking about him without meaning to. The way he moved through the gym like he owned the place. Thick arms, veins visible even when he wasn't flexing. His pecs filling out his polo like it’s one size too small. Sometimes I could barely focus when he was in the room. One night, I dropped a dumbbell mid-set. It hit the floor hard. He was next to me before I could reach for it. “You alright?” he asked, eyes steady, handing it to me. “Yeah. Just slipped,” I told him, my eyes down. Embarrassed I’d fucked up. He didn’t say anything. Just stepped behind me, hands light on my elbows. “Keep your shoulders down. You’re pulling too high,” he reminded me. I adjusted, tried to focus. His voice was calm, steady. “Better. Now breathe,” he said in my ear. His body right up against me. I followed his lead, but my form was off. Not from the weight. From him. From the way he moved against me. Like he knew how my body moved and was moving with it. He pressed into me, adjusting me, until I got it right. “Good boy,” he grunted, stepping in front of me. He stood there for a second about to say something but stopped. “It’s getting late. I’ve gotta finish up some papers. See ya tomorrow, kid.” I trained harder after that. Sweated more. Pushed past the burn. I told myself it was about progress, about discipline like Coach told me. But I kept noticing when he was near. I kept noticing when he wasn’t. I could feel myself changing. Coach didn’t say much, but he changed how he talked to me. Less about the weights and more about what it was doing to me. I started losing even more weight and building more muscle. The results were wild. After my workouts I’d head home, still avoiding the showers. Drenched in sweat, I’d run to my room, stripping down to check myself out in the mirror. The months of work were showing, and my late growth spurt was the cherry on top. My pecs were solid from benching. My abs showed real definition. My biceps were tight and defined when I flexed. And my legs, they were strong from all the squats. I felt more confident. Honestly, I was looking better than ever even though I still wore baggy clothes and still hiding my body. Old habits, I guess. The workouts with Coach also started messing with my head. I wasn’t just physically changing. I was starting to figure out it was more than just having a body like the jocks. I’d started looking at different porn. First it was just two guys jacking off together. But after a while, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. There was no going back. I was jacking off to guys making out, sucking, and fucking each other. I’d surf sites looking for all types, not just jocks. Being a tech geek, I’d downloaded a shitload of porn. One night at the end of the school year, I was halfway through my last set. Sweat clung to my skin. My muscles were pumped. I noticed Coach still hadn’t stopped by. He’d usually stopped by but was holed up in his office, something about grading papers. The room felt quieter without him. I finished my reps and hit the showers. Yeah, I was showering there now, but only after workouts. I dried off and walked over to his office. “Gonna get dressed and head out, Coach,” I told him, leaning in the doorway in my towel. Nodding, he looked up, eyes on me, and stood. "Wait,” he said, pulling out a stack of clothes and tossed me a t-shirt. “I’ve been keeping an eye on your progress. Figured it’s time your clothes caught up.” “Thanks, Coach,” I smiled, feeling the soft, thin cotton. I put it on, walked over to mirror, and looked at myself. “Fuck,” I moaned, seeing it stretched across my pecs, and how it gripped my shoulders and biceps. And the best part, I could see it framing my waist. It didn’t hide much. I could feel myself getting hard as I turned to Coach. He stood there, holding a pair of jeans. “Uh,” I stammered, grabbing them. The towel clung to my waist, barely. “I’ll go put them on. Just got out of the shower and don’t got underwear.” “You’re fine, boy,” Coach smiled and sat down, arms behind his head. “They’ll look better without. Besides, it’s just us guys. Go on. I think I got the right size.” Nodding, I turned around, trying to hide my cock. I tossed the towel, bent down, and stepped into them. I could feel how tight they were as I got my junk in and zipped up. “I think I need a bigger size, Coach,” I told him, seeing my bulge in the mirror. “Naw, they’re fine. You’ve got nothing to hide. Your ass looks good in those,” he smiled, ignoring my growing package. He was right. Coach just sat there, not saying another word, just watching me. I thought about the hours I spent to get here. The late nights, just him and me. The way he pushed me. The way his hands stayed a second too long after a good set. The way he looked at me now. I looked over at him, sitting like he always did, arms crossed. His face didn’t give anything away, but something in his eyes kept me looking for a second longer than I should have. I was sure he knew what I was thinking. I took a deep breath and grabbed for my towel. “Thanks, Coach. See you tomorrow,” I nodded, avoiding his eyes, and headed to my locker for the rest of my stuff. I didn’t look back, but I could still feel him watching. I kept thinking about it the whole way home. It was late when I finally got in and just went straight to my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, still stuck on it. Fuck, I was still hard, and my jeans were feeling even tighter. I peeled them off slowly, remembering Coach’s eyes on me, and tossed them on chair. That’s when I noticed the slip of paper sticking out of the pocket. I reached in and pulled it out. Reading it, I smiled. It was a 6-month membership to the gym downtown with a note from Coach. “Proud of you, Ben. You’ve come a long way from that boy coming to me asking for help. Thought you should keep going. Graduation’s next week, so tonight was it. Last session. Good luck.” I stared at it and read it again. He hadn’t said a word to me. Didn’t mention it when he handed me the clothes. The bastard had fucking planned it that way. I lay back, staring at the ceiling. The note still in my hand. After that, I was just kinda going through the motions. Trying to get through the next week. I saw Coach a few times, in the hallway, at the ceremony. But he never looked at me, not once. He didn’t even bother with a ‘bye.’ It was like all that time with him didn’t happen. The only proof I had was when I looked at the mirror. I started at the gym the week after graduation. It wasn’t like the high school weight room where it was just Coach and me. I was still pissed, but more sad than anything. So, I threw myself into the workouts. I lifted harder, ran faster, and pushed until my muscles screamed. Months of grinding at the gym were paying off. But it didn’t feel like it was enough. Not without him seeing it. That summer I came out of my shell. I was meeting new people but always made time for the few old friends I did have. My parents were out of town for the week, and I’d been at a party earlier. Nothing wild, just enough beer cut the edge off after a long week. I got home, kicked off my shoes, stripped, and flopped on my bed. I’d heard a couple of guys at the party talking about an app they had luck with and decided to check it out. I wasn’t even sure why. Sure, I thought about having sex with a guy. How could I not? I had all that porn. But I wasn’t really out. Not to anyone. Not even to myself, not fully. Still, I set up a profile and uploaded a selfie showing off my pecs and abs. I made sure you couldn’t see my face or recognize my room. I started swiping and scrolling. Then I saw him. It was Coach. My thumb froze over the screen. I stared at his profile, my heart pounding. It was definitely him. Even without a face pic, I’d spent enough time with him to know. I tossed my phone on my bed and started pacing. “Fuck it,” I mumbled, grabbing my phone. I scrolled through his pics, finally getting a look at all of him. There it was. His uncut cock. Veins wrapped around his shaft. It was thick, just like I’d imagined it. Yeah, I had noticed his bulge when he spotted me. Before I could chicken out, I sent him a message. “Hey, Coach. It’s me. Ben. I’ve been wondering about you for a while. Seeing you here, kinda answers it.” He replied right away. “Yeah, I was wondering, too. You think I didn’t see the way you looked at me? I had to pretend I didn’t see it at the end. You made that damn gym feel dangerous.” “Dangerous how?” I asked, already guessing the answer. “Like I wanted to lock the door and ask what the hell you were really thinking. But I couldn’t. Not with you still a student.” “I’m not a student anymore,” I wrote, not saying anything else. I could see he was still online but didn’t respond. I started thinking it was stupid to have said it. Then, I saw his message. “True. And if you came over now, I wouldn’t have to worry about it.” Since I still had his number, I just replied, “Text me your address.” That’s when I noticed my hardon. I threw on the t-shirt and squeezed into the jeans he gave me, checked the mirror, and headed over. The quiet streets and warm air made the buzz go down. I wasn’t sure what I wanted from going there. But knew I wanted to see him. When I got there, he opened the door like he’d been waiting. No shirt, just a pair of shorts. He looked good. Like I said, he was in his 50s, around 6'1", solid with broad shoulders, thick arms. I’d seen him almost every day and now his pics, so I knew he was furry. I was surprised how into it I was. He smiled, seeing me in the clothes he gave me. Stepping aside, he let me in and followed him into the living room. “Figured, you might want one,” he said, handing me a drink. He dropped into the chair across from me, stretched his legs out, looked me in the eyes, and drank. “Rum and Coke.” “Thanks,” I said, taking a sip, like I knew what I was doing. The rum was stronger than I expected. Sweet at first, then sharp. He watched me with that calm look, same as always. I leaned back, trying to seem relaxed, but my leg kept bouncing as I looked around. The place was clean, lived in, soft lighting, music low in the background. We talked about nothing really, just catching up. His voice was calm, steady. I took a gulp, trying to settle into it. That helped. I started to relax. That’s when I finally came out and asked why he had dropped my workouts. Not even a heads-up. He shrugged. I nodded and took another gulp. No judgment. I guess I finally understood “Fuck, Ben,” he smiled, “You’ve bulked up since graduation. You should put some more pics up on your profile.” “Yeah?” I smiled, flexing a bit to show off. “You think so? I just put it up tonight.” “Definitely, but you’ll need someone to help you with it,” he grinned, “If you want them done right.” I sat there thinking about it and nodded. He got up with a smile. That's when I noticed his bulge. It was pretty obvious he was getting hard. Still nervous, I sat there, not saying a word. He walked up to me. His bulge almost in my face. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “If you want, we can do some now and have them up in no time,” he offered, grabbing a camera on the side table. My mouth hung open. I was practically drooling. He stepped back before I could do anything. I looked at him. Really looked. The booze had kicked in. I felt warmer. Relaxed. Open. I wanted to see where this was going. I nodded and stood up, then slowly took off my shirt. The room felt warmer. Or maybe it was me. He guided me over to the wall and adjusted the light. Told me to turn just a little and started shooting. After a few, he said the light would hit better if I showed more. I wasn’t sure. Besides, I was commando, like I’d been since graduation. Looking up, I saw Coach holding out a jockstrap to me. It looked beat up. Stretched out like it’d seen some action. Kinda dirty. Like maybe it hadn’t been washed in a while. “It’s one of my old ones. It’ll do,” he grinned, eyeing my bulge. Looking at it brought me back to all the loads I shot thinking about guys wearing one. Their cocks outlined in the pouches. The look of the straps framing those muscled asses as they got fucked. “Go on boy, put it on. It’ll make that ass pop,” he told me. Fuck if I didn’t want to! I tossed my socks and sneakers. And this time I didn’t hide it. I dropped my jeans. My cock was growing as I stepped out of them. I put on the jockstrap, filling up the pouch with my junk. He didn’t flinch. He just lifted the camera and told me to hold still. I did and let him see me. He circled me, snapping pics, all the time telling me how sexy I was. How I could have my pick of anyone I wanted. I was feeling the buzz mixing with horniness. That’s when I finally noticed he’d tossed his shorts. He was totally hard. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. I’d seen pics of his cock on the app. But it was the first time I’d seen a hard cock in real life besides my own. What surprised me more was that even hard, his foreskin still covered the tip. Then, he lowered the camera and stepped in close. His hand brushed my cock, light but deliberate, as he adjusted the pouch. “Better,” he sighed and leaned in. His breath was warm, close enough to feel. His eyes locked on mine. I didn’t move, didn’t speak. Then he broke the moment. “Come on,” he smiled, leading me down the hall. “You gotta see yourself.” His bedroom was everything I expected. It felt like him. The large bed was made tight with no mess. The air smelled clean with a hint of sweat. Coach walked me over to the mirror without saying a word. He stood behind me, hands on my shoulders. I could feel his cock poking at my back as I caught his eyes in the mirror. By this time, there was no hiding it. My cock was at full mast. Up, tight against the mesh. I was leaking. For a second, I just stared at the sharp lines carving down from my hips. I ran my hands down them, tracing the V. Something I never thought I’d see on me last year. “Goddamn, boy. If you were mine, I’d keep you strapped 24/7,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around me, and gripped my pecs. “A perfect musclejock.” “Fuck!” I moaned as his fingers spread and played with my nips. "Flex those guns, boy," he said, voice rough. "Show Coach what you built out of that flabby mess you were." My biceps swelled under the challenge. My pecs popped as I clenched and held the tension. He leaned in. His eyes locked on me. I flexed even harder. “That’s it, boy. Show it off,” he grunted in my ear, sliding his hands down my abs until they landed on my hips. He pushed back just enough to make room for his cock and looked at me again. Turning around, I stood there. My cock was practically shredding the frayed pouch. I lifted my chin, just barely. That’s all it took. His hand slid to the back of my neck. His fingers gripped me tightly and pulled me into him. His lips found mine and our tongues started wrestling. I could feel his cock sliding against my abs. Breaking the kiss, he bit my bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth. I groaned. He liked it. I could feel his hand moving down my back and over my ass, his mouth still holding on to me. I wrapped my arms around him. It only made him rougher. He was taking control of me. Letting go, he slipped a couple of fingers in my mouth. “That’s it boy. Show Coach how hungry you are,” he growled. His fingers explored my mouth. I started sucking, covering them in spit. Next thing I know, he bit my neck. I lost it. It was all he needed. His slick fingers were tapping against my hole. I arched, letting him know I wanted it. “Good boy,” he smiled, slipping a finger in, and led me to the bathroom. “Let’s get you ready. Strip and get in.” I saw the chrome attachment shining in the shower and got excited. Fine, I admit it. I’d looked it up. I’d been thinking about being fucked for a while now. I guessed what was going to happen. Never done it myself, but Coach walked me through it. It was awkward at first. But with his hands on me, it made a difference. It was like he’d done this to others before. After a bit, it was obvious I was clean. But Coach grabbed a squirt bottle, and put more in, ‘just to make sure.’ Told me to hold it in for a bit, then I’d be ready. He stood watching me, making sure it wasn’t leaking out. Satisfied, he told me to empty, finish up, and put my jockstrap back on. He’d be in the bedroom waiting for me. I turned on the faucet, hands roaming as I spread lather across my pecs to my nips. I pulled and felt them harden up. The pain was connecting with the tingling in my hole. I moved down to my abs, tracing the deep cuts, then grabbed my junk with both hands and started rubbing. I’d never felt so fucking turned on. “Hurry up, boy!” Coach barked, getting me out of the moment. “Get your ass in here, NOW!” I realized he was waiting for me. I called out to him, “On my way, Coach!” I rinsed, dried off, and pulled on my jockstrap. I looked in the mirror. It was tight, perfect. I headed for the bedroom. Coach was on the bed, watching me. His eyes locked on me like he’d been waiting for this. I felt hot all over. My skin buzzed as I slowly walked to the foot of the bed. The closer I got, the more I started feeling the burn in my hole. Something was happening. My chest felt tight, my skin alive. I was horny. Yeah, but it was more than that. I so wanted this. And I didn’t care what happened next. I just knew I was ready. Coach was studying me. His eyes steady, taking in every reaction as he motioned me to him. "Yeah, boy. Get over here," he ordered, stroking his thick thighs, spread wide open. Cock hard and ready. Slowly, I crawled onto the bed and got on my knees between his thighs. He watched how I breathed. How my body tensed. How I looked at him. I looked down at his cock, sticking straight up, foreskin still covering the tip. I could feel my hole twitching. Then he moved. No warning. Just a shift. “I always had my eye on you. Knew what you were capable of. Been fucking wanting this since before you first came to me, asking,” he growled, grabbing my head and yanked. “You aren’t the first one I got in shape.” Down I went, face to face with Coach’s cock. I could smell the day on him. Fucking sweat from being out in the hot sun all day. I didn’t know what came over me, but I started sniffing it as he worked his hand down my back. He started working my hole again with a slick finger. It was crazy. I was loving it and my moans got louder. “Fucking jockpig,” he laughed, working it deeper. “You like Coach’s smell, don’t ya?” There it was again. I could feel the burn getting stronger, but I didn’t care. It felt good. All I could think about now was Coach’s cock. I could see the precum oozing from his foreskin. “Fuck yeah, Coach,” I moaned, reaching out with my tongue. He stayed in me, making sure I felt his rough finger sliding and digging around. All the time, I lapped at his cock. I could taste it sliding over my tongue and down my throat. It was sharp and clean. Then I felt it. Another finger sliding in. Everything I’d ever imagined about being with a guy was happening. It wasn’t with someone my age, but I didn’t care. It was Coach. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I wanted him to show me. The burn was hitting every nerve as he opened me up, getting me ready. It was all I needed. I opened my mouth wide and went down on him. “Goddamn cocksucker. Get me ready.” Coach moaned, feeling my lips sliding over the foreskin, pushing it back on the shaft. I took it down about half-way. He just sat there, slowly starting to fuck my face. I tried not to gag, but spit was pouring from my mouth. The deeper the strokes, the more I moaned. I wanted it ready for my hole. I sucked harder. “Just relax, nice and slow. You got it,” he murmured, holding my head with both his hands until I was nose deep in sweaty pubes, my chin on his balls. I kept at it, sucking on him. His leaking cock was dripping down my throat as I gripped his thighs. His thrusts were getting harder and faster. “Alright, enough,” he growled, grabbing me, and shoved me back. He leaned in, his mouth almost at my hole. I could feel his hot breath on it. Then, he flicked his tongue at it. “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, never thinking it’d be like this. He was fucking me with his tongue. Coach ate me out for a while then pulled up. My hole was on fire, hungry, and aching. That’s when I finally saw it. It wasn’t showing in any of his pics, but I could see it now. A black scorpion tattooed on the tip of his cock! Its tail wrapped around it. The stinger going under and into the piss slit. How did I miss it?! Seeing my reaction, Coach spread my legs and moved in before I could do anything. “You don’t know how many fucking times I thought about breeding you,” he growled, teasing my hole with his cock. “I knew it the first day you asked about working out that I’d make you into the perfect fucking poz musclejock.” His words were hitting me, reminding me of those nights when he was pushing me harder and harder. Making me want it. I could see the lust in his eyes but then, he got serious and stopped. “But then you fucking got under my skin, boy,” he sighed. “Like I said, you aren’t the first. Just the one I never should’ve let get this close. That’s why I ended it.” I should’ve been freaking out, but my hole was aching. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me,” I whimpered. The look on his face suddenly changed. “Yeah? You want it, huh?” he smiled, pushing his cock at my hole, again. “Just say it, boy.” “Oh, God!” I moaned, my body giving me away. I lifted my hips and offered myself up. “I wanna be your poz musclejock, Coach.” That’s all it took. He started into me. “Shit!” I cried out, feeling the tip stretching my hole as he punched through. “Fuck, boy,” he grunted, feeling me tightening up. “You’re still fucking tight. I got plenty more to train that hole. But for now, let’s try this.” I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying. I was trying, but I still couldn’t relax enough to take him any deeper. That’s when I saw him grab a brown bottle from the side table. I recognized it from some of the raunchier porn I’d gotten into. I watched him unscrew the bottle and take a long snort. “This’ll loosen you up,” Coach moaned, handing me the bottle. I could see the poppers were getting to him. I looked him in the eyes and put the bottle up to my nostril and breathed in. “Fuck,” I growled, feeling it hit me at the same time Coach pushed into me. “Another,” he ordered, “Opening you up, boy. No going back.” This time, it worked. I could feel him sinking in. “God! Give it to me,” I whimpered, his shaft splitting me open. “I DON’T HEAR YOU, BOY!” he yelled, hitting my prostate. I kept moaning, feeling him sliding over it. Pushing deeper. It felt like I was floating. Not really in my body but still aware of what was happening. I didn’t know what it meant. Didn’t care. Everything was a blur. But I knew he was fucking me now. And I didn’t want him to stop. “FUCKING BREED ME!” I yelled, “FUCKING POZ ME, COACH!” Coach pumped into me, pushing himself into my guts. His balls banged against me. His grip got tighter. “Fucking ass feels good, boy,” Coach growled, “Just fucking tight enough.” I just groaned. I couldn’t speak. My cock was twitching. He just kept on, ramming into me. I was loving it, wanting him to fill me up with his poz load. “Been waiting for this since I started seeing results,” Coach said, letting it settle into my head. “That ass getting high and tight. Just begging for my poz loads.” “Shit yeah,” I moaned, realizing I had done it all for him. “I fucking wanted to be your musclejock since day one, Coach. Fucking wanted to make you proud.” I was panting and bucking, pushing back on his cock the whole time. I wanted it all the way in me. Each time he hit my prostate, I’d push back for more. “Fucking cockpig,” he growled, “Gonna have you begging for other poz cocks soon.” I was too much into it to answer. That’s when he sank down all the way and stayed there. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, “It’s all in.” “Goddamn, it!” I moaned, squirming. Then he started ramming into me. Hard and fast. Sweat was flying off him. His eyes hard, like a hunter who knew he’d set up the perfect shot. Closing the space between us, he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight. He was close. I clenched down. He started sucking in air short and fast. Then he slowed but went long and hard, the last one pushing me over the edge. “Shit yeah!” I growled, shooting biggest load ever as I felt his cock spasming in me. “Load me up, Coach!” “FUCKING TAKE IT!” he yelled, his swollen cock finally filling my hole with his poz load, and fell on me. He stayed in me for a while, both of us now covered in sweat until he pulled out and sat back. "You feel that in you, don't you, boy?” he grinned, fingering my sloppy hole. “Your first poz load.” “Yeah, Coach,” I growled, grabbing him tight, and pulled him back on me hard. My mouth crashed into his, rough and hungry. “Fucking thanks,” I panted against his lips, my breath raw and grateful. “You’re welcome, boy,” Coach smiled, showing me his red-stained cum slick fingers. “It’s starting. You feel it? It won’t be long.” “Shit,” I moaned, sucking on them. I could taste the metallic sharpness mixed with the saltiness of his load. “Gonna be your fucking poz musclejock, Coach.” “That you are, boy,” he growled and slipped a buttplug in my hole to make sure. “MY fucking poz musclejock. I got so much to show you.” “Can’t wait, Coach,” I muttered, rolling over and burying my face in his furry pecs.

Current Day: I get out of the shower after my latest hook up. I hope Geoff doesn't mind me breeding his son. Hopefully it takes, like father, like son. I get dressed and heat up some leftovers for dinner. There is a bang on my off-campus apartment door. "Hold on!" Who the fuck can it be. The banging continues. "Jesus fuck I'm coming!" I open the door and see my little brother Jake crying heavily with a backpack and large duffle bag. "Mom and Dad kicked me out. Can I crash here for a little bit?" I open the door and let him in. He drops his bags on the kitchen table and plops on the couch with his head in his hands not sobbing as much. "How did you get here?" "One of my team mates dropped me off on his way out of town." "What happened?" "So the guys that Paul sent over, was a lot. Like 12 - 15 men. They all fucked me. It was amazing honestly. But apparently mom and dad got back early and saw them gangbanging me in their bed and left. They came back later after all but a couple of the bikers left. They finished fucking me in front of dad then left me on the bed naked and covered in piss and cum." "Shit. Did what did mom and dad do? Dad made me clean their room and grabbed a bunch of clothes and left for the night. The next day they came back and yelled at me, sold my car, phone, PS5, and grounded me good. It was hell. They asked if you had anything to do with it and I kept you out of it. I told them about the pool party after the swim meet, and then that one of the guys I hooked up with there, I kept seeing when you were out. I said that I loved getting fucked so much that I just started messaging random men on various apps and websites to come fuck me. Mom threw up and dad took her to Mrs. Austin's for a few days while he dealt with me. Mom picked me up from school a week later and took me to our pediatrician and told him everything." "Fuck dude, I'm sorry this all happened. You didn't have to keep my name out of it. They think I'm Stan half the time any ways." "Let me finish." I nod for him to continue, "The pediatrician asked her to leave the room and so he could do a full exam and such. Mark, our pediatrician was one of the guys that Paul sent." "Oh shit. What did he do?" "He fucked me again. I apologized about mom and asked him to be gentle with everything. He laughed and said not to worry. I could see his cock get so fucking hard. He had me strip and I was so hard and turned on. I put the robe on and he did an exam and took some blood. Then he did a deep rectal exam. I dropped to my knees and asked him if I could suck his cock quickly. He told me that all I could due is slobber over his cock and that's all the lube I was going to get. I begged him to breed me. It's been over a week since I was fucked and I was going crazy." "Shit dude, that fucking hot. I always had a crush on him. Go on." "I unzipped his pants and undid his belt and pulled his pants down, he was in a Nasty Pig jock, I pulled his cock out and he pulled his shirt off, that's when I saw it. He has a biohazard tattoo right above his cock. I asked him for his POZ load. He gave it to me, hard and raw. I flooded my pussy with his toxic cum. He pulled his own butt plug out of his ass and shoved it into mine. He had me move rooms and get dressed before mom was brought back. He told her that he took a blood panel, did a full exam and physical. Told her I passed with flying colors, but he will have to wait for the labs to come back. However, since it was so long since the day of the incident happened, there was nothing we could do but wait. Once the test came back, if all was negative, they'd have to wait for 31 days from the incident to do another blood sample and if that came back neg, I could start on Prep. She didn't say anything to me for a few days. Dad and I took their mattress to the dump and I had to pay for a new one. Doctor called and said that I was negative for anything at that point, but to keep an eye on me for any ailments and that they'd retest in a couple of weeks." Fuck, but that's still early, maybe. Why is he here? "Fast forward to two days ago, I woke up sick as a dog, chills, sweats, vomiting." Fuck yes!! Keep calm. "Mom takes me back to the pediatrician. He does some blood tests and send them off next door. I see he's rock hard, then it hits me. I may have HIV. I vomit again. He smiles and tell us to comeback this morning. He calls me back by myself and tells me I have HIV and that I'm very toxic right now. Mark, I was so hard, so fucking hard and turned on. I didn't understand why. He drops to his knees and pulls my cock out and starts sucking me off. I'm so sick, but angry and on fire and....I've never felt like that other than when you first fucked me, and the night you and Paul all fucked me. This was more intense that that was. He asked me to recharge him. He dropped his pants and bent over then exam table. I immediately fuck his ass. Hard, no lube, he was so loose and warm, and he pulled my cock out and fingered himself and scratched his hole so my DNA would take quicker. I fucked him a few more strokes and then bred him. I pulled my cock out and it was covered in cum and blood and then he sucked it all off and got dressed. He told me it was up to me who I told or if I went on meds. I asked to bring mom back so he could tell her. She started crying and said I was dead to her. How could I be worse than you. We went home and she told dad that I had AIDS, I had to correct her and show him the paperwork. That's when they kicked me out, cut me off, told me that I was dead to them. I ran to the bank and pulled all of my money of of those accounts and set up my own account before they could steal it. Then got a ride here." "Fuck Jake, I'm sorry to hear all of this. I'm not surprised that's how they reacted. Remember that's what they did to me when I came out, but they were so supportive of you when you came out." "Yeah, they're pretty fucked up, but no worse than we are. Just in a different way..." Goddamn I'm so horny. I look over him as he adjusts his hard cock. "Are you still sick, like dying sick, or able to do stuff?" "I'm kinda tired, but part of me is wide awake." "I want you to fuck me then. I want you to breed your big brother. Give me your Highly Viral Load." "Didn't you hear me? I have HIV." "So do I, now fuck me!" He launches himself at me, knocking me over. He make out while we rip each other's clothes off. "I've been thinking about breeding you with my POZ seed all day. When did you find out?" "Not terribly long ago." "Were you POZ the first time we fucked?" "You never asked." "Fucking asshole." He shoves his cock in me, thankfully I still had some cum from Geoff's son. "Why is your hole wet?" "Trevor was here before you." He starts drilling my hole. "Geoff probably pozzed him. I saw them fuck each other a few times. Who knocked you up?" "Paul." "Fuck. You should have told me." "You didn't ask." "I didn't care, I've been reading about poz shit for years. This was my biggest fantasy. Thank you big bro." "You know how to really thank me." He bred me three times that night. We fell into step over the next few days like slutty roommates. Although there were a lot of questions he had, he always wanted me to give him my seed, he stopped breeding me a few days later. He said that once he started feeling normal from the fuck flu, he wasn't as turned on by topping like he was. "How am I going to pay for school and everything?" "I can support you for a little bit, but I have an idea. Let me talk to a couple of people and I will get back to you. Don't worry. You still have your scholarship here. You can live with me, just give me a couple hundred a month for rent and utilities and I'll game plan the rest." I call Paul the next morning while Jake is setting up his classes for his freshman year. When he get's home, Paul and I are there waiting on him. We immediately both worship Paul's massive cock and fall in a pile on my bed, Paul fucking us both, Paul and I dp'ing Jake, Jake and I taking loads from Paul, Jake cumming on my face, me giving my little bro another load of POZ cum. We march out to the dining room naked, I grab a few beers for us. "Paul and I have the perfect idea. Short term big cash infusion: Conversion Gangbang/Orgy. Long term: I'll show you how to set up an Onlyfans, Patreon, and a couple of other questionable sites." "Fuck that's not what I had in mind. But I'm interested. How would the conversion Gangbang/Orgy work? Everyone here is POZ." Paul responds, "You lie. Say your both neg. We can provide the opportunity to impregnate two sexy twink brothers, you both are that. People would line around the block to do that. I can set it up on few we sites and use my contacts as well as Mark's to find you some generous sugar daddies. Secondly, we can also post up for after that party that there are two brother taking loads, no loads refused. We just ask for donations for food and supplies when they get there. I have the facility to host any type of party you wish." "Would that work?" Jake asks. "How do you think I can afford this apartment, my camera gear, my Audi, all my clothes without having a 'real' job? Paul was one of my first sugar daddies." "I'm in. What do I need to do?" "Stop fucking for a few days. Then fuck every guy at the parties, and any that mention's my name. I'll be back tomorrow with more details." He kisses both of us before he puts his jeans and shirt on. "You know, it's really hot that both of you have my strain." And he walks out.

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

Speaking for myself, I was always anon online, and then things changed. Hiding became impossible if you lived in the modern world. From RFID tags embedded in everything you own to the time you take your morning shit, Skynet is aware of everything in real-time and can predict your movements and thoughts with a high degree of accuracy. Unless you're willing to live like Ted Kaczynski congratulations, you're in the matrix. Operation JLENS made hiding impossible, no matter what precautions you take.

I don't mind if someone asks how I became poz, or did I know who pozzed me. What I do find offensive is when I am asked "did you deliberately do this to yourself"? (Or something along those lines). I just shake my head, absolutely not. Considering the year I became positive, there were medications available, though not as many as there are today, But still, why would I want to do something like that to myself? I don't understand the attraction......

it aint even a question wen ur in that situation u are so determined to consume every drop

Actually, we've created a system where we all benefit from continued population growth at a certain rate. It's called Social Security, and the funding comes from current wage earners to pay current recipients. Unless birthrates make an increase (they've been decreasing in the Western world for years), it'll create an aging population (think Japan) that will have a difficult time meeting obligations. Fewer people to buy products, goods, services. A shelter surplus due to more homes than occupants as they die off. Japan has this now too, you can buy really cheap homes in the country now. Europe is already feeling this effect too. China will start to feel the effects of their "one child" policy. Korea is feeling this as well, Russia is aging and population declining. The fact is that fewer people are having kids and they're doing so later in life, and China can't continue to provide kids for adoption indefinitely, and Elon Musk will run out of women to impregnate. 🤣 The population growth is not coming from the first world any longer. We've worried so long about a population explosion that we forgot to notice the implosion that we've begin to create. And let's not even begin to discuss Margaret Sanger and Eugenics.

CCTV is one thing, a matrix of all our data is quite another. After reading the NYT article, try reading the Wikipedia page on right to privacy. Kiss that goodbye. Everything we’ve ever done online is captured. Every hookup made, every story read, every movie watched, every post, every comment. And all of it instantly analyzed. I suspected we’d eventually live in a dystopian Huxley novel. Just came sooner than I expected.

Crabs was first, and several times. My God, I love eating ass. There was one time I had them in my eyebrows and eyelashes. I had gonorrhoea the first time my senior year of university. I think once thereafter. I’ve had giardia several times either from eating ass or sucking a dick ATM. And of course, HIV. I was infected the last weekend March 1999 and zero converted May 6, 1999. I was 22.

When I top, I prefer a looser hole. If it's full of another man's cum, even better! Usually hen I top, it's at a play party or orgy, so the holes are all usually in various stages of "open". If they're leaking cum, I'll dive tongue-first an d slurp some of that nectar out - always makes me rock hard! I will usually replace it with mine.

you did, but it is all good. Never hurts to see it, relive it again and again and again

Not sure if this counts, but here’s a picture of my hard cock in my buddy’s hole - as well as the aftermath of his freshly bred hole!

I met a man online who said he gave back rubs at his place, out in the burbs. It didn't really seem like it would end the way it did. He was older than me (which I like) and in great shape. He had me strip and get on the table, face down. He started what seemed to be a legit massage. He used oil, if felt great. While he was massaging my hand, he moved it to the end of the table, and brushed against me. I felt his naked body. I hadn't realized that he has stripped naked. Still, not sure how to respond, I let him go. He massaged my lower back, then my thighs, and then spent a lot of time on my ass crack, I finally understood this was next level. He climbed on the table, straddled my legs, and started long strokes up and down my back, his hands finishing on my ass. As he leaned forward, his cock slid back and forth through my crack. I made sure he knew I liked it. I spread my legs as much as I could. He worked oil into my hole, then slid back and starting eating me. He felt great. After a bit, he moved me to my back. He again, straddled me, gave a great chest and leg massage, stroked my cock with oil. I thought, well, that was just a huge tease, but I loved it. He then pulled me to the edge of the table, put my legs over his shoulders, and then slid his cock into my wet and oiled hole. He felt great. It was a slow, nice fuck, like the massage. He then started stroking me harder as I could tell he was getting close. As he was filling my hole, I shot my load into his fist. It felt like the perfect ending to a really great massage. I've gone back a couple times. But nothing like that first time when it was a total surprise.

DON'T EVER LET YOURSELF FALL FOR A MARRIED MAN Married Mike and I carried on playing for a few months and stayed in touch for years. He was a very sexy guy, and I think we developed a bit of an unhealthy attraction for each other, considering his domestic situation. I know this was true for me. He talked once about meeting up on a Saturday afternoon just to go to a movie together – in essence, a date -- but it never happened. I think Mike was fantasizing about a life different than the straight path he had taken. Even though I knew that my fuck-buddy was only a fuck-buddy and would never be more, I couldn’t deny that I had an emotional and sexual attachment to him. Plus, his sexual appetite aligned with mine and his abilities were to die for. We had a standing Friday lunch time fuck-date for a while, and it was my turn to rent the room. I never let him know about my status and he never asked, and we always fucked with a condom. Over the course of a few months, I fucked him a couple of times and we flipped a few times. But as time went on, he topped me most of the time, and I was happy to be the bottom in our trysts. I think that once he experienced getting fucked a few times, he was more comfortable doing the fucking, just like at home. His itch for getting fucked had been scratched. By nature, I was always verbal during sex and made a lot of noise and often talked filthy without even being aware of it. Mike also seemed to grunt and groan a lot but was usually not verbal until after he shot his load. We both sweat like pigs when we fucked. I still do. It was a beautiful October day, with a brilliant blue sky as I exited the expressway to the suburb where our meeting place was and I rented a room. As I anticipated our get-together, my cock got hard, and I felt my pits sweating. My mouth went dry, and I needed a gulp of water. I was hungry for Mike. I had it bad and I knew it. Mike was especially horny and aggressive that day. He was taller, heavier and more muscular than me and he could easily overpower me if he wanted. He pinned me on my back and laid on top of my kissing me, licking me all over, my nips and my pits. My legs were wrapped around his muscular core, and my ankles crossed over his ass. Both our cocks were leaking precum. He reached over to his bag and grabbed a condom and some lube and then he pushed my legs back to my chest. He licked the precum off my cock and continued down to my ass. His tongue darted around my rosebud and licked around the rim as I pulled my knees to my chest and opened my cheeks to him. He pushed his tongue inside me, and I responded by trying to open my hole up even more to him. “Fuck yeah, eat that pussy,” I encouraged him, “I couldn’t get you out of my mind all week.” “I couldn’t wait to have you in my arms and to kiss you,” Mike replied. “I’ve been dreaming of what we're going to do.” Mike pushed and stretched my legs out straight upward. My thick runners’ legs were against his hairy chest, and I felt his big knob of a cock head covered with his precum seeking out its target. My hole was slippery and spit-covered hole as he pushed into me, filling me. My ass felt so sensitive to the feeling of his cock entering my hole. It must have been the rough rimming he’d given me. Mike’s cock was in me all the way and we were kissing roughly, like two animals trying to consume each other. His cock was so thick that even now, it took me a few minutes to loosen up before he could start pounding away at me. Mike maneuvered me from being on my back to lying face down without withdrawing his large cock from me. As he fucked me, I felt his sweat dripping on my back. Finally, he laid down on top of me with his full weight and bear hugged me, then flipped us both so he was on his back, and I was laying on top of him. I grinded my hips as I felt his rod reacting inside my hole. His hairy torso was pasted against my back with sweat. He reached around with his left hand to my nipple, and with his right hand, he started jacking my stiff cock as I squirmed with his cock still planted deeply, fucking myself on him. I reached down and behind to his ass cheeks to try to pull him in deeper, but he was buried all the way in me. With the combination of all of this, he hugged me so tightly I thought he was going to crush me as I felt his cock spasming inside me. I thought I was imagining the feeling of a hot shot splashing inside me. Mike stayed hard as usual after he came. He kept me on my back flat on top of his chest as he jacked my cock in his big fist and I came with such force that I painted my face and chest with my load, and I involuntarily pushed out his hard cock. It slapped against his abs with the remnants of his load drooling from his urethra onto his hairy abs. Cum was dripping my ass and mixing with the sweat and cum already on him. Mike and I were both drenched in sweat and cum. I felt his load oozing out of my hole. Mike had decided to forego the condom and for the first time had cum inside of me raw. I stuck a finger in my hole and knew for certain that he creampied me as I withdrew my finger and licked it. “I bred your ass, Dave. I hope you aren’t mad at me,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. "You drenched me. You're going to have to pay for an abortion," I said and then I kissed him. That door was wide open now and I was conflicted about it. Once again, the hotel room stank of sweat and cum. We wanted to spend the afternoon fucking but we both had to get back to our work places. I got up and extended my hand to pull him up. We went to the bathroom and both got in the shower. We washed each other and kissed as we did so. Mike turned me around so I was facing away from him as he hugged me and kissed the back of my neck. Then I felt his hard cock once again against my ass. I guided his unwrapped dick to my hole, and he entered me raw for the second time. I didn’t know if I was putting him at risk or not. After slowly fucking me against the shower wall, he once again groaned as he pulled me tight and released another large load inside of me. On the drive back to the office, I called my doctor’s office and made an appointment to discuss starting meds.

HITCHED Within three years, I finished my master’s degree and was a couple of years into moving up the ladder with a firm in a large east coast city. Bob started a very successful business, also in a northeastern city. Bob and I visited each other a few times a year because we were an hour train ride away. He brought a different girlfriend with him each time we visited, but he finally found a nice Italian girl from Brooklyn, and they seemed to be well-suited. I didn’t know if he still had sex with guys on the side, but I wouldn’t be surprised. Dan continued to be a globe-trotter at the agency and was starting to learn the management side of the business. Due to his schedule, I didn’t see Dan as often as I saw Bob. I started seeing a therapist to deal with the trauma of seeing so many friends and guys I knew die young. Like all my contemporaries, I never grew accustomed to young death. And like some of them, I didn’t know if I was a ticking time. Looking back, I think I just assumed I was. I also discussed this with a couple of my closest friends, but never with my old college roommates. So far, I was the vision of a healthy young gay man, as were they. But I started to use condoms, most of the time. I wasn't ready to face taking a test and waiting weeks for the results. Much to his father’s chagrin, Dan’s career prevented him from ever finishing his undergraduate degree and continuing onto law school. But Dan was by far the smartest of my friends and he invested his considerable income in real estate in Manhattan, Harlem and Brooklyn long before prices skyrocketed. Dan was never into the drug scene in college, and he stayed out of the drug culture that pervaded the fashion industry. At 28, he was even wealthier than his old man, who was the managing partner of his Wall Street law firm. Dan invited Bob and me to the civil ceremony between him and his boyfriend, Kieran, who owned the construction company that did all the renovations to Dan’s investments. Dan was always muscular and lean, but I noticed he was particularly lean at the wedding and he’d been training for a marathon.. He was always the peacock among my friends. Dan’s twin sister, Liz, attended, but Dan’s parents did not. They were devout Irish-Catholics, but Dan was their only son, after all. I loved Liz and we got along like a riot. She was smart like Dan, but funny, out-going and razor-tongued compared to Dan’s relative introversion. In fact, Liz knew I was gay before I did. She outed me to myself when she visited Dan when we were still in college. She was surprised I was deceiving myself and told me I needed to get over that fast. Dan and Kieran had a party at a ballroom in the midtown hotel after the civil ceremony. The out-of-town guests seemed to all be staying at the hotel. But Bob and his girlfriend were staying with her parents in Brooklyn, far away from temptation. I had a couple of drinks and started talking to one of Dan’s friends from the industry. His name was Axel, and he was blond, blue-eyed and more muscular than the typical male fashion model. He was from Hamburg but had a small flat in Paris when he wasn’t working a runway or a fashion shoot. He was incredibly out of my league and I didn't know why he was even talking to me. While we chatted, I reached behind him and grabbed one of his muscular buttocks. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a drink in his room and we left the reception. In his room, we continued to kiss, as we tore each other’s clothes off. I pushed him back on his bed and got on top of him as we continued to kiss. Axel had a great veiny uncut cock, and I eventually licked my way down to it and pulled the hood back as I went down on him. He pulled me up to him and took his hooded cock and docked with my circumcised dick, our precum mixing under his hood. I pushed his legs back and he pulled them to his chest as I licked his beautiful hairy crack and hole. He made it wink at me, and I said, “I’ve got to get inside you right now.” He had some condoms, lube and a little brown bottle on the nightstand and I reached for them. I handed him the poppers then I ripped open the condom and squirted some lube on my cock. Axel huffed the poppers as I pushed my sheathed head into his hole and slowly slid all the way into him. I was a couple of strokes in and Axel pushed me out of his ass and said, “David, I want to feel you inside of me. I hate condoms,” as he pulled the condom off my cock. I didn’t waste a second before entering him naturally, although I knew better. I started fucking Axel hard and his hooded cock was leaking precum profusely. “I’ll pull out before I cum,” I said to him. He shook his “no” and held up the bottle to my nose as I huffed. With my head swimming I started to rail Axel’s beautiful pussy as then I came hard inside of him. We fucked each other much of the night when one of us would wake up horny. The next morning I woke up with Axel sliding his cock balls-deep, "Time to get up David." I returned home the later that day and the day after that, I felt that “pissing razorblades” feeling of gonorrhea.

Part 15, Love wins. I have to admit, I love the feeling of the magic brown bottle, it makes me feel so warm and tingly. I looked to my right and I saw Mr. C walking over to a cabinet. Ahmed took the ear plugs out of my ears as daddy picked up a medicine bottle. He shook it a couple times and put it back in the cabinet and walked my way. He grabbed a bottle of water and said, 'take these vitamins son.' 'More vitamins? I already had 3 of those blue diamond ones. 'These blue ones are different, they will make you strong in another way.' He pushed three of them down my throat and poured some water in and felt me swallow. He looked at Mr Ali and said, 'you are right my friend and as Jack said to Rose. Not here, not this night, do you understand me.'? 'Sweet, shall I send out my notice now Tony?' 'No, no, no, actually we aren't going to do that either. I have another plan. I will keep working with him and his body will learn to want it. He will beg for it without the spell and he will ask me for the gift. But it might take some time, but I am a patient man and plus we have the magic bottle until then. You are welcome to look into a loaner program for my boy with your friends, but he will stay mine. I cant risk one of you being the gift bearer. It will be my love strain and he will look me in the eyes asking for it....someday.' 'Oh Tony, you are passing up a new life, but I get it. I will tell my people they can come visit and pay homage to you for a visit with him, but he is staying put' Mr. C looked back at me and said, 'I think there are a few other men outside that heard about your gift from god and would like to come see it and play with it. Would that be ok boy? After that, we can go home, you have had a big day son.' i thought of going back home and Mr. C said. 'whats wrong pup, you look sad'. I heard mens voices enter the room as daddy slipped a blindfold over my eyes. 'I just thought about going back to my house and seeing my mom and it makes me sad to think of that again. This morning seems like such a long time ago.' I felt someone pick the bottle up off my chest and i heard the top unscrewing and i flinched in surprise as several hands started to touch my legs and stomach. 'Oh son, you are not taking you back to your house. You are staying with me tonight in my house'. 'Really'? I felt a thumb close my left nostril and the familiar smell filled my lungs. Daddy was close to my ear and whispered to me 'yes, and dont worry about that, just open up your pussy for this nice man. He has a birthday gift and a big treat for you'. With that said and as I exhaled, I felt my asslips separate and open wide. And wider. And wider. And wider. Holy fuck, this dude was just huge. I sat up in the sling and felt a strong hand slowly push my chest down. The thumb went to my other nostril and I repeated my breathing exercises. I soon felt his pubes tickling my groin and he shoved a little deeper just to make sure I knew he could. I let out a scream and my hands went up to the chains over my head. I held onto them and tried to pull myself up and off of him. But I was stuck. My legs were stretched to the limit and there was no where I could go. He moved forward and kept me fully stretched. It felt like he was half way to my neck inside of me. I tried a different approach as he started to back that huge cock out of me. I leaned forward again to see if I could somehow reach the chains my feet were attached to. There was no use, I couldn't reach those either. I felt his very powerful hand on my chest and this time he pushed me back into my fur sanctuary and spoke. 'If you relax boy, this is going to be a lot easier on you. I dont give a fuck, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice. Get some more magic medicine in him and give him a spray of candy if he needs. But get his calm and relaxed.....this bitch needs to be opened up.' Wait, that voice, I know that voice. 'Thanks for letting me close up the shop early Mr. C, you are right, this is too good to miss' the man said to Mr. C. 'Jax? Is that you?' 'Damn straight little bro, so relax, I got this. Take my big black dick into your little pink pussy boy. Fuck baby you are tight...' I heard the spray can spray and felt a finger pry my mouth open. I felt a towel enter and the finger pushed my mouth shut. Daddy said, 'bite on the cold part and wrap your lips around the cloth and breath deep through your mouth.' With that he pinched my nose shut. I breathed in deeply several times and it felt like I was getting far away again, like I was hovering over the hammock. The voices were indistinct and my hole was visible in my head like it just blossomed wide open. I was in a dream? I feel so funny. I feel so alive. I could hear voices, I could hear the chains rattle. I could hear daddy talking in my ear but I couldnt figre out what he was saying. It seemed like a couple minutes later I started to feel like I was settling back into my body and Jax's voice became louder and more clear. 'Fuck, I love the look and bloody scent of red on my cock. Its like Neapolitan ice cream, vanilla, chocolate and now some pink strawberry. Oh fuck that is some deep dicking that pussy can take. Jesus his pussy is swallowing me hole. He was fucking me so hard i felt my nipples being tweaked. It was like I could feel every vein of his big cock rippling across my ass lips as he went in deep again. Deep and holding it deep into my hole. He was rubbing his thumb just above his cock on the tender part of my boy pussy. He was rubbing and pushing and I was going crazy. I felt something warm on my cock. Something wet and warm. Was someone sucking me? Who would do that? Oh fuck, I cant believe this feeling. Jax's voice was so sexy, telling me about how my asshole gripped him every time someone would pinch my nipples. Telling me to clamp down on that big fucking dong because I was about to get his gift. I had never had so many gifts on my birthday before. I felt so special. These men are so nice to help me celebrate and to teach my pussy how to open up they hardly needed to bring me gifts too, but so cool they did. Jax was pulling his dick all the way out and then slamming it back in and I heard him say. 'Look at that cunt gape. She is dilated to a half dollar size if not more. Someone get a flashlight. Look inside that pussy hole. Oh fuck, look at that. Look at all the cum being churned into butter. It is coating the walls. All those little swimmers trying to burrow their way home. Swim you little fuckers, swim, I got the next team of swimmers about to dive into the pool, the all black swimmers from my school. I could tell he was picking up speed, faster, deeper, faster, deeper, oh fuck he was going to deep. 'Oh daddy, it hurts me daddy, it hurts.' 'You need to relax, take your big brothers babies. You are going to love when he uses you baby. By the sweat on his chest you should be done in 5, 4, 3, 2, you ready? 1.' 'Ohhhhhhhooollllyyyyyy Fuckinggggggg mercy of goddddd, knocking that little tight virgin pussy up with my baby batter. ' I felt him convulsing several more times until he started to slow down. But I was still getting sucked by someone and couldn't control it any longer. I was going to fucking blow my load. I started to moan and let out a whimper. 'oh, oh, oh god'. But it stopped. I could feel the cum welling up in my nuts and right before it shot out he stopped. Why, why would someone do that? I felt his hand squeeze my dick. I felt something happening. What is going on? My cock was being squeezed tight, but I am going to cum? Oh that hurts. Oh that is amazing. Oh fuck. 'Oh my god, I am going to shoot. Can I shoot? Please let go of my cock, let me touch it. I felt my hands being grabbed and pulled over my head. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I am going to cum. And with that I shot a load out of my cock.' Mr. Ali laughed and said 'oh to be young again, that first shot easily caught 4 feet of air' I felt my cum splatter back onto me what seemed like seconds after it left my cock, it must have had quite a good hang time. Volley after volley of cum shot out. Dropping all over my chest in big globs. I was panting and sweating. I felt several tongues licking on my chest. Out of the corner of my right eye, I saw Ahmed go to one of the cabinet. There were all these really strange looking things in it. He picked up this big red thing and brought it over to Mr. C and said. 'why dont you use this ass plug so his gifts dont all escape by the time you get him home'. I felt my daddy put his hand on my head and took the blindfold off. I squinted to see again, but he was looking right into my eyes from a few inches away and said. 'Be strong for a minute ok? Can you push out a little like you are on the toilet? Not really hard, but push out your pussy, yeah, good, just like that. A little more pup.' I felt something kind of cold and slippery pushing into me. 'Be strong, be brave, you almost got it. One more push' And with that my hole hurt really bad but then closed up a little bit. Daddy asked, 'how do you feel.? 'Very full' He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes again and said 'I love you Lukas'. I smiled and said, 'I love you to Mr., I mean, I love you too daddy.'

Meet up with my former summer camp counselor, back in the day, again! You know the one with the ring....he brought over a friend who was the fucking spitting image of the actor Frank Grillo! My ass still hurts and that's even after my bro ate their cum outta of it!

Daddy with Bangladeshi cock in his ass

every time! public toilets are my favourite place in the world. i lost my virginity age 14 in my local cottage. i still use them to this day albeit there aren't many left.

Your English is way better than my German. can’t wait for part 2.

I use them to lubricate my throat!!

I have a party coming up and my top vers friend has decided that once we’ve had the group going for a good few hours, there is a point in the night (probably around 2am) where the guys we’ve got planned to play have all said they need to go home. he has decided that this is the time he’s going to help me take a fist for the first time. I’ve had my ass gaped, dp’d, used with big toys but never got to the fist stage. I play infrequently so my ass retains its tightness well considering I’m a fucking slut whore bottom who takes it all when I parTy so here’s my question….. any advice to help me take my first fist? I always douche throughly and well, always am have poppers and I will do either booty bump or a slam before we get to it (depends on admin potential or how capable I am to do myself) anything else anyone recommends to help me go to that next level?

Growing up I didn't know my father he had left my slut mom before I was born. Growing up with my mom was challenging to say the least bjt it's did give me a chance to learn to appreciate cock. I ended up bi not gay I ended up getting a girl pregnant and we married .luckily my wife doesn't only not mind me being with other men but enjoys seeing mr getting fucked by them. I was in my mid twenties when I finally met my father. I knie many people will think this is weird but after hearing my mom talk about what sex with my dad had been like several times i har a deep desire to experience it myself. To my fortune not only waw my dad bi he was also very kinky and on the day after our first meeting I found myself facedown byured in my pillow as he pounder me with his rather unique cock. We didn't see each other all that often in the following years but every time we did i ended up letting him use me. He was every bit as good a lover as my mom had said but he was also one of the few men that I let take me bare as he refused to wear condoms A few years ago his dislike o condoms came back to haunt him as he tested positive after a trip to Vegas. He went on neds and was soon undetectable and the next time we saw each other I didn't hesitate to let him fuck me. It all changed again a few months ago my dad was going to ve on a trip to L.A while i was going to be there on business and thought it would ve nice to surprise him as my son was coming with me as a graduation gift it should be even better as they had never met. When we got to the house my dad was staying he actually answered the door in only a towel and was indeed surprised to see us. Though he happily invited us in. As I introduced my son my dad let the towel fall loose revealing his body. He is in his mid fifties but has the body of a man half his age.with toned muscles and tanned skin. His most distinctive feature is his cock even semi hard as he was it was distinctive. It's long a bit over twelve inches but thin just a bit thicker than one large magic marker and when it was hard i was very very hard and veiny. My son actually blushed a little seeing his grandfather like that but he also could keep from looking but then neither could I. Dad was happy to see us and said it was a good surprise but when I reached down to play with his cock when we hugged he stepped a back and said we needed to talk. I asked what room my son would have and sent him to find it so dad and I could talk. Once alone I could see dad was uncomfortable. After a few minutes he told me thjs wasn't just a normal business trip for him in fact wasn't about business at all. He told me that he had stopped his meds just over a month before and had come to L.A to see how many guys he could breed and knock up. So far in the week and a half he had been in town he had already bread 7 guys and he even had another that was going to be coming over very soon that's why he had just taken a shower. I was more than a little shocked not only of what he was doing but his he was so calm and straight forward about it. Getting HIV had always been my biggest fear I had always gone to any length to be safe onmy letting a handful of men i really really trusted fuck me bareback even though I love it. Unfortunately I had a bad reaction to prep so I still had to use condoms almost all the time. That men were not only not worried about it but would come to my dad knowing he would poz him was shocking to me I couldn't imagine doing that. After we talked a bit more I went to find the room I'd be staying in and my son and I decided to go out to dinner so that dad would have the place free for when his friend showed up. We had a good time and I even told my son what dad had told me about why he was in town and I coukd see my son was as shocked as I was. But we were both tired for the day and flight and needed to go back to dads place for some sleep we had been gone for a few hours so we figured dad and his friend should be done by then. When we got there we saw we were right the man who had been coming up to the house was gone but we saw another guy had come over and was kissing dad on the couch. I didn't get a great look at him but coukd see he was young nearly as young as my son and very handsome in a fem way and I couldn't believe a guy like him had come to my dad to be deliberately pozzed The room I would be staying in was right next to my dads and as I was settling into the bed I heard my dad and his most recent friend go into his room. The rooms walls were just thin enough that I could hear almost everything. My dad is always very vocal during sex and so was his current playmate. As I lay there listening I found myself getting hard and I don't know what I found hotter the guy begging almost bleeding for my dads toxic seed or hearing my dad telling him what he was going to do to him and found myself jerking off as I listened. I ended up cumming as I heard my dad tell him to get ready for his load and shot a huge load same time as dad did. The next day we spent some time together and my son started ti get to know his grandfather but that night we had to make ourselves scarce again as he had another friend comming over. I again found myself listening through the wall as I heard him poz the third guy in less than two days and again I couldn't help bet jerk off as I listened. But this time as I fell asleep I found myself thinking about it being me he just cummed in The next morning when I woke up I was still a little groggy and was stretching out on the bed when I heard my dad in the next room he was asking if someone was sure this is what they wanted I heard a quieter voice murmer something in relpy. I was surprised he had had another friend come by so early but felt my cock start to get hard as I got ready to hear my dad knock up another guy. I started to rub my cock as it stiffened waiting to hear them begin when I heard a gasp telling me dad had as usual just jammed his cock all the way in from the start then I heard something that made me freeze. Through the wall I heard " oh fuck grandpa that hurts" I couldn't belive what I was hearing my son is gay sure but he had only done anal once and that was just a short time before with a guy he knew very well being scared of STDs was one of the main reasons he hadn't done more and here he was letting my poz dad fuck him. When I realized what was happening i got pissed and was starting to get up to stop them when I heard my dad start to co.fort him and I froze again. And just listened as dad went from comforting to the more aggressive man I knew I knew i should go stop them what my son was doing would drastically change his whole life . But as I heard him start asking dad for more and harder I realized I wouldn't try to stop anything. This time I couldn't just sit in my room and listen I had to see what was happening so I left my room and walked to my dads door. The door was open and I saw them on the bed their backs were slightly turned from me but I could see my dad behind my son who was on his knees his face pressed into the mattress and dad was delivering hard long strokes pulling his long cock almost all the way out before ramming it back in hard. My son was moaning softly and grunting while me dad was becoming more vocal. He has always been into talking dirty and degrading the guys he fucked. As I stood there watching he was calling my son a little fag and bitch among other things. I kept rubbing my cock as i leaned against the door watching them fuck l. After a few minutes my dad told him he was about to cum and would knock him up. For sure I expected my son to panic at that point and ask him to stop or pull out instead he practically begged for my dad to poz him. Then with a load grunt I coukd tell my dad had stared to cum his dick buried deep in my boy tight ass and I saw my son staring to cum hands free at the same time. Part 2 coming soon

The sun beat down on the trio as they settled onto their towels, the warm sand shifting beneath them. Dan lay on his back, his eyes closed, the weight of the day already pressing on his chest. The beach was alive with the sounds of laughter, waves crashing, and the occasional call of seagulls overhead. It was a typical day at the gay nude beach, but for Dan, it felt anything but ordinary. Carl broke the silence, his voice low and curious. "So, Dan, how you holding up? The waiting, I mean. And the meds locked away. It’s gotta be driving you wild, right?" Dan hesitated, his fingers tracing patterns in the sand. "Yeah, it is. I mean, I’m horny all the time. It’s like this constant ache, you know? But I’m still not sure what I’m gonna do. It’s… a lot to think about." Jason, lying beside him, propped himself up on one elbow, his brown eyes narrowing slightly. "You’re not the only one who’s turned on by this, Dan. The whole situation, it’s fucking hot. But let me be clear—if you back out now, I’m not going back on my meds for a while. I’ll find someone else to infect. Someone who’s ready to take what I’m offering." Carl’s eyes lit up, a nostalgic smile spreading across his face. "Fuck, Jason, remember when you and Jimmy infected me? It was the best feeling in the world. Taking load after load, feeling your virus in me. I was finally becoming the poz slut you showed me I’d always wanted to be." Jason nodded, his voice low and intense. "That’s the power of it, Carl. Knowing I’m spreading my virus, creating perfect sluts. It’s not just about the sex—it’s about the transformation. The surrender." Dan shifted uncomfortably, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced around the beach, his eyes landing on two older bears watching them from a distance. Their gazes were hungry, appraising. Carl followed his line of sight and smirked. "Looks like we’ve got an audience. Those bears over there, they’re definitely interested. What do you say, Dan? Ready to give them a show?" Dan’s throat went dry, but he nodded, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Yeah, alright. Let’s do it." Carl and Dan stood, brushing the sand off their bodies, and began walking toward the trails that led to the more secluded areas of the beach, Carl carrying a small bag with lube, poppers and cum rags. The bears followed, their eyes locked on the two younger men. The air grew thicker, heavier, as they moved into the shadows of the trees. In a small clearing, away from prying eyes, the bears approached. They were burly, their bodies covered in thick hair, their eyes dark with desire. Without a word, Carl and Dan turned to face them, their bodies tense with anticipation. The taller bear grabbed Dan, pulling him close, his hands roaming over his body. Dan gasped as the man’s rough fingers traced his chest, his abs, before sliding down to his cock. The bear’s lips crashed against his, their tongues tangling in a hungry kiss. Meanwhile, the shorter bear pushed Carl against a tree, his hands gripping Carl’s hips as he lined up his thick, uncut cock with Carl’s waiting hole. Carl rubbed some lube on the bear's dick. Then he took a hit of poppers and moaned, his head falling back, as the bear thrust inside him, filling him completely. Dan was pushed to his knees, the taller bear’s cock in his hand. He looked up, his eyes meeting the bear’s, before he leaned forward, taking the man’s length into his mouth. He sucked greedily, his cheeks hollowing as he swallowed every inch. Carl tossed the taller bear the bottle of lube and the poppers. He took a hit, handed the poppers to Dan and told him to turn around. As Dan inhaled, he delighted in the feeling of the bear's fat mushroom head breaching his hole and sliding inside his ass. Being in the outdoors, listening to the grunts as Carl took the other bear's raw fuck, knowing anyone might wander by and see them made Dan feel so slutty. This was going to be such a good fuck. The bears were relentless, their bodies moving in rhythm, their grunts and moans filling the air. Carl and Dan took turns riding the bears’ raw cocks, their bodies slick with sweat, their holes stretching to accommodate the thickness. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure through them, their moans echoing in the semi-secluded space. The two tops chatted to each other about Dan and Carl's holes, commenting on what good sluts they were. The guys finally made a choice about who was going to cum in who. The shorter bear picked up his rhythm fucking Dan against a tree and told him he wad going to give Dan his hot load. "Do it," Dan begged as the cock erupted deep in him. Then he heard the other bear asking Carl if he was ready to be recharged, and Carl saying "fuck yeah," followed by a loud moan from his top as the guy came. When it was over, the bears pulled out, their cocks glistening with cum. They stood there, breathing heavily, their eyes locked on Carl and Dan. Carl passed them a cum rag, and they cleaned each other off and tossed the rag back to him. Without a word, they turned and walked away, disappearing into the trails. Carl and Dan cleaned themselves up, their bodies still trembling from the encounter. They made their way back to where Jason was waiting, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. As they lay back down on the towels, Jason discreetly moved towards Dan, his hands reaching out to finger Dan's hole. He then put his finger in his mouth, a sly smile on his face. "Tastes poz," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The three lay together, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air. Dan’s expression was unreadable, his mind racing. He was caught between desire and fear, between the thrill of surrender and the unknown consequences. Jason’s hand rested on Dan’s shoulder, his touch both comforting and possessive. "You’re getting to be such a hot slut Dan. Can't wait to add my load in there. Wanna head back to the bushes in a bit?" The beach around them buzzed with life, but in that moment, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the three of them. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the sand, as Dan sat there, his heart pounding, his mind swirling with thoughts he couldn’t yet articulate. But yes, he wanted Jason's poz and increasingly toxic load to mix with the one he'd already collected. "Give me 15," he said.

This is the first time I've ever posted. This story is true and, if you like it, I'll post more. It dates back to 2006 when I still lived in Manchester, UK and had visited a gay bathhouse there for the first time. Enjoy. I remember my first visit. I hadn't meant to take it raw. I'd always wanted it, but had never given in, too scared of the consequences. I was nervous even just entering the sauna. Terrified someone would see me and recognize me. That was scarier than taking it raw, I don't know why. Basement in Manchester is hidden down a backstreet, Tariff Street, in the city's Northern Quarter. You enter the building down some stairs and come to a door with a buzzer. My fingers were trembling, but I pressed it. There's a camera, so staff can see who's there in case... well, I'm not sure what it's there for - I imagine they let anyone in, in fact my later visits would confirm this. The clientele are a mix of young muscle pups, skinny queens, ageing queers and everything in between. When I walk down the stairs there's a desk and the tall, muscled man, fit with an 'I could fuck you three ways from Sunday and not be out of breath' grin on his face asks me if I'm a member. I'm not. I have to pay extra, but it's a one off payment and I'm here now anyway. What freaks me out more is that they take my picture and they want details: my name, my birthday - they have my picture. Fuck! I notice the walls and desks are crudely painted black, the countertop red - whore-red. He passes me a towel and I ask for poppers too. I can get fucked quite happily without poppers if the top starts off slow, but who wants to start slow? And anyway, I like the high. He hands me my locker key. I've read stories about saunas in America, but it's different in Britain - you don't get your own cubicle. It's more of a wandering free-for-all. I enter the door into the locker room and a couple of guys are getting changed, nude, taking their time, no inhibitions. I strip as quickly as possible and throw my towel around myself. I feel like people are staring at me. I'm 23, 5'9", slim, toned, nice big arse and I'm hairy - I'm not ashamed to say it. I hate all of the prepubescent shaving shit. I'm hairy - fuck it. I've had guys ask me to shave my hole before. Fuck right off. Men are supposed to have hair - real men, that is. With my head down, I walk through the locker room, gripping my towel firmly around myself with one hand and my poppers in the other - I've already taken the plastic wrapper off - I don't want that to spoil a moment, should any occur. On my left there's a darkened passage leading to somewhere I can't see, on my right there's a Jacuzzi, showers and toilets and at the end of the corridor is a seated TV area where you can buy drinks etc. I wasn't here for that. I turned left. In the darkness I can only see shapes in white towels, forms passing me, stroking me, brushing against me, but I'm too nervous to stop and reciprocate. I keep walking. There's rows and rows of cubicles, doors hanging open, some closed, some empty, some with guys doing... Well, you know what they're doing. It's my first time in a sauna - I want to scout the place out first. See what it's all about, so I do a lap of the facilities, head still down. There's a sling, gloryholes, a cage, a darkroom, a porn room and loads more cubicles. I focus on the darkroom. I've never been bothered about looks. Yes, we all like attractive men, I myself am a good looking guy - boy next door type, no model, but I'd turn your head a little if I'd made an effort that day. I just like men. I don't care about age, colour, size, etc. For some reason I've always felt ashamed of that when with friends so I've never admitted it. I didn't need to admit to anything in the darkroom. I walk in and I'm blind. My eyes take forever to adjust and I can still only see towels hanging from silhouettes and hear anonymous moaning from the corners. I feel a swarm of hands feeling over me and I panic - it's too much. Fuck. What's a nice boy like me doing here anyway. I brush them away and leave the room. After a while I get cruised in the corridors and I accept an invitation from a guy, late thirties I guess, tall, dark hair, ok looking. We fuck and kiss, but it's a cold mechanical fuck and he can't kiss, one of those tongues that darts in and out really quickly - it's not good. He seems way more into it than me, but it gets me horned up and after a good sniff of poppers o just lay on my stomach and let him hammer away until he's done. He wears a condom throughout and he's careful when he pulls out to slide it off gently and put it in the bin, then he slaps my arse, kisses me and says thanks, before leaving. I'm less than satisfied. After a fumble in the gloryhole-cabins, I head back over to the darkroom, a bit more courage now that I've had a bit of cock and I'm seriously in need of more. I feel around, groping for he first cock I can find - nice and thick with a really bulbous bellend. It tastes of lube but that only occurs to me later. I feel hands from behind me, groping for my cock and arse and this time I don't stop them. I sniff my poppers as they continue to explore and I slide my mouth up and down on the thick meat in front of me, now oozing precum and dribbling with my spit. I hear spitting and feel wet fingers probing me but I let it happen, why wouldn't I? Eventually my towel drops from my waist and I fumble for it, throwing it over my shoulder. Fingers are deep inside me now and I can hear whoever is behind me sniffing poppers and groaning to himself. More fingers enter until there's 3, maybe 4 from two hands, the poppers are blurring it now and the guy on the end of the cock I'm eating is moaning louder and louder. I feel him swell and the fingers in my cunt slide more smoothly as one, in and out and I'm in ecstasy, when the meat in my mouth explodes and I lick, drink and suck every last drop like its my last meal. As he moves away, I lean forward, hands against the wall and I realise that it's not fingers now, it's cock. Raw cock. There's no condom, just skin on skin. My fingers stay at my hole feeling it slide in and out and hearing him moan and it's amazing, but I know I should stop it. I get worried he might cum. Inside me. Cum. Inside me. I panic and I lean forward so he falls out of me, but he continues to try and reenter and begins to grow forceful. I push him away and in a hurry, embarrassed and worried, I leave the room and head for the showers. I wander around for a while before trying the darkroom again. Within seconds I'm sucking another cock, pierced and it's all I can do to keep my teeth in tact as he plunges it in and out of my throat. And then suddenly I feel hands again at my hole and before I know it he's guiding his cock in. I'm still concentrating on making sure I keep all my teeth and the guys behind me is just forcing his way in - it's the same guy from earlier. I don't know how I know, I just do. Same cock. Same guy. And I can feel him in there raw. It stings as there's been no introduction, just whacked it straight up inside me. The guy I'm sucking grabs my shoulder and the back of my head and I can't move as he fucks my face aggressively and deeply. I hear the guy behind me shuffle forward as he enters me balls deep and begins to hammer away quickly. I know what he's doing. He's determined to cum inside me. I edge forward, as much as I can without choking, but he follows, slamming my cunt until my natural juices flow and I'm dripping. They're both groaning now and both getting faster and I'm stuck, bent over awkwardly, I want to stand up, but I can't. The guy behind me finishes first, thrusting himself as deep as possible and gripping my waist to pull me closer . He's making sure I've got it all. As he pulls out the guy in my mouth cums and I suck and drink up - it'd be rude not to. Fuck. I feel my arse, fingering it a little and sniffing my fingers, sticky and pungent. Cum. Fuck. Panic takes over again. Fuck. I don't even know who he is. I don't even know what he looks like. I literally don't know a thing about him. As I stumble out of the darkroom, a little unsteady on my feet from poppers and being bent over in the dark, several guys eye me as I come out - was it one of them? If so, they don't give themselves up. I head to the showers and clean myself up. It's done. I've got a stranger's raw load inside me. There's no going back. I dry myself off and walk through the corridors, my head still low. Do any of them know what I've just done? I throw my towel on to the plastic mattress in a cubicle and climb in and lay face down. Fuck it. It's not long before I hear my cabin door creak and then close, the bolt sliding it shit. Locked. I stay face down. It could be anyone. God only know what they want, but I wait face down and don't move, trying to stifle my breathing. I can feel myself tremble a little as a firm m, warm hand grips my buttocks and slides about my arse. I can tell that he's wanting with his other hand. He fingers my hole, still wet, ready lubed. He uses his thumb and forefinger to stretch it a little and rub it in all the right places. Then he stands up and moves forward. I don't want to see him. If I see him, it's real. Glue grips my hair and turns me to face him, sliding his cock straight into my mouth. It's semi hard. Shaven, cold like it's just been washed, but tastes fresh enough. I can't resists a glance up, but I can't make much out from the angle I'm at. I suck him until he's hard, relishing his cock like the good slut I'm becoming. He leans over while I continue, fingering me and pulling at my hole, before pulling away. He spits on my cunt and I can feel him dribbling more saliva on there too. He rubs his cock against my arse like he expects me to pull away, or tell him to put on a rubber. I should, but I don't. 'I'll let him play a little,' I think, 'then I'll tell him to put a condom on.' He takes my lack of reaction as the go ahead and slides himself in me bareback, groaning and relaxing as he moves every once deep into my cunt. I take a few big sniffs of poppers, lay my head on my towel, hands limp by my side and just lay there as he goes to work. He's hot and sweaty and I feel it dripping on me. It's disgusting, but it makes me hard and I want more. He leans with both hands on the small of my back as he works my arse. Sliding smoothly and rhythmically in and out, never quite withdrawing completely, he fucks me like he owns me and I let him. I don't move, save to take more poppers - I simply lay and groan. I feel him getting faster and faster and he presses harder on the small of my back, which makes me arch my back and lift my head. He's really pounding me now - he doesn't care what I feel. I hit the poppers again and he cums, panting, groaning, spurting his jizz in to my gut. He slows to a halt and stays there for a moment, before collapsing in me, for one me down, his sweat slick along my back and I feel for a moment like I can't breathe. As I start to push up his cock slips out and he climbs off me. I breathe deeply trying to clear my head from the poppers and he unlocks the door and leaves. I just lay there. My body is still, but I'm fraying on the inside. I'm coming apart. What have I done? I begin to rationalise. It's only two guys. You don't do it often. What are the chances of catching something? Questions flood my mind and I try to play them down but before I can address all of them another hand is crawling over me. I feel his towel, damp and heavy, drop across my feet and he climbs onto the mattress,'forcing my legs apart to make room. His fingers find my hole immediately and within seconds his short fat cock is in my and I can feel his beer gut leaning on my as he thrusts crudely, I gratefully into my sloppy hole. It doesn't take him long before he's done and he leaves. For some reason I'm hard again. I have the cum of three complete strangers, none of whom I've even seen, swimming around inside me and my 7" cock is solid, pressed hard against the now sweaty plastic wrapped foam mattress. 'I'll give it another minute,' I think, the. I'll go home. But it doesn't take that long for people to come in. I'm still lying flat, my head turned to face the wall. There are at least two of them. One immediately turns me to suck his cock. His body is tan, smooth and I can see tattoos and pierced nipples, a shaved head and a weathered face that doesn't give a shit. His cock is bound by a thick metal ring and I eat it like my life depends on it. The other guy(s) (I'm still not sure if it's one or two) play with my arse and I feel warm breath on my arse as a tongue begins to play me. I writhe in pleasure. My entire body feels electric. I don't know what they look like. I have no clue who they are. But in that moment I want both of them, all of each of them, on me, in me - I just want them. They swap places but the guy whose cock I've been sucking doesn't rim me. Instead he straddles me and pushes my legs together so he's either side of me. He pressed his bare cock to my hole and slides in slowly. The cum inside me is beginning to dry and my insides are a little tacky - he sort of kissers further inside me, letting out a relaxed grunt as his balls halt him from going further. I'm still going to town on his friends veiny meat, I shaved with pubes bouncing off my chin and tickling me, but I don't care, I want him pubes and all. After fucking me for a few minutes, he pulls out and slaps my arse with his cock and I feel his hands lift my hips so that I'm brought up on all fours, but carefully so as the cock I'm sucking doesn't spill out of my mouth. I feel the guy behind me sit up, levelling his cock to my cunt and then he begins. He thrusts inside me so deeply and with such rhythm that I can't tell if it's the most amazing thing I've ever felt or if it's hurting me but there's no time to think. The cock in my mouth is dripping precum and I lap it up, licking his balls and sack and the gap between his thighs and enjoying the fact that the cock couldn't possibly be any harder - it's solid. He mimics the other guy's earlier actions and takes it out of my mouth, slapping me on the cheek with it. The other guys pounds away until he ruts up high inside me, gripping the flesh around my buttocks so tightly that it hurts and he lurches forward making me feel as though I can taste his cock too. I have nowhere to go. While they swap places again, the guy who's just cum lets me clean him off - less lets me, more makes me, but I do it - it seems like I have to. It's not long before his friend cums and the pair of them leave, thanking me and laughing to themselves. I took many loads that day. I've been back many times since too. Let me know if you like and I'll post some more

************* 3 ************* "Yes, make me yours" I said. The dressing gown he'd been wearing was behind him on the floor and his hairy well built body had me pinned against the wall. He roughly fingered me, forcing it in and out without any restraint. When he withdrew it I felt him manoeuvring his well endowed cock against my hole. I realised he was going to fuck me without any lube but just as was about to object he rammed it all the way inside me. The pain was intense and I cried out. It had absolutely no effect on him as withdrew then rammed it deep inside me again. Again I cried out but again he ignored my cries and continued to fuck me. He was like an dominant brutal animal fucking and I was just a submissive animal letting him. As he continued to thrust his cock deeper than any man had been in me before, the soft flesh inside me began to stretch in order to accommodate his massive length and girth. After four or five minutes the intense pain I had suffered initially began to subsided and after ten minutes it began to turn to intense pleasure. As he fucked, he was grunting, working hard to reach his goal of impregnating me with his seed, of consummating our bond, of infecting me. My own cock was dripping copious amounts of precum which coated and trickled down the wall I was pressed against. He certainly had some serious stamina as after fifteen minutes he was still ramming his cock up inside me. My hole now felt well lubricated as his precum probably mixed with some of my blood coated the interior wall of my guts. I had resigned myself to the fact that I was now his, would be infected with his HIV poz sperm and my entire fate was in his hands. Suddenly he cried out and with a final hard thrust up inside me ejeculated his precious seed and consummated our union. Realising what had just happened my body reacted to the stimulation by forcing my own orgasm. My useless negative sperm splashed onto the wall and then the floor. He was still grunting and breathing hard behind me as his orgasm subsided. His cock then slipped out of my now ruined hole. He turned me around and I could see the effort he had made on his face. He was red and sweat covered his face and body. He placed a hand on my head and pushed me down onto my knees. "Clean it lad, clean your husbands cock" I greedily took him in my mouth. Even soft his cock was massive. It smelt and tasted of his sweat, cum and and my arse juice. I also saw it was tinged with red. It was huge in my mouth and I realised that my hole would be no use to any normal size man again. Two years later and we have been together every day since. I contracted the bug either on that day or relatively soon after. Difficult to say as he fucks me at least once or twice a day. I had no symptoms but, he kept testing me and breeding me until I tested poz. I am extremely happy with him. I perform all the domestic jobs in the house as well as keeping him sexually satisfied. His appetite for fucking is enormous as Is mine to be fucked by him. I never did get my car fixed. I don't need it as my entire life is lived on his property. I have no desire to go anywhere either. I'm totally satisfied to be his wife. ********** The end.***********

************* 2 ************ I realised what this meant immediately. My knees almost gave way, my heart rate increased dramatically, I suddenly felt hot and my head began to swim. I was shocked, surprised, repelled, excited, scared, but incredibly turned on all at the same time. I could hardly breath, but managed, in slightly more than a whisper to ask "Are you detectable" He eyes narrowed and replied "Yes lad, you poz, neg, on prep" "Neg, not on prep and want to stay that way" I said. The smile drained away from his face and he reached forward and roughly grabbed my balls. I began shaking uncontrollably now fully aware of the situation I had allowed myself to become involved in. Still with his fingers tightly around my sack, he pushed me against the wall behind me. His face was now close to mine. "You sure lad, I'd love to make you mine, get you pregnant, been looking for a wife for a long time" I was scared but the words he'd said turned me on even more. My brain was telling me to try anything to escape but, my cock and my arse was telling me the complete opposite. He could sense my indecision and moved forward. I felt his body press against mine and mouth make contact with mine. He began to kiss me. As he pushed his tongue in my mouth sexual desire took over and I knew this was going to happen. Automatically my arms reached around him and I pulled him towards me. Any fear I had dissipated and I knew this was my destiny. I felt his cock pressing against my belly and my whole being wanted it inside me. The fear of being infected had gone completely. Infact, now I wanted his seed inside me as quickly as possible. For him to make me his. He released my balls and reached around and grabbed my arse. I took hold of his cock. "Please, I want you to fuck me, make me yours, get me pregnant" I said. With that he turned me around. I felt his hand between the crack of my arse, then a finger on my hole. I was now completely submissive. I would have done anything he wanted. He inserted a finger inside me and I tried to relax my sphincter to allow him inside. It felt so good. His mouth was now whispering in my ear. "You going to give yourself to me lad. Stay here and be my wife. Let me get you knocked up" ***** To be continued *******

Author’s note: The characters in this story have had their names changed and some of the details altered, for reasons of privacy. It is indeed a small gay world. IT’S A SMALL, SMALL (GAY) WORLD A couple of years after moving to LA, a job opportunity brought me back to another large east coast city, completely unattached. I was still healthy with a normal T-cell count, but my doctor in LA said my viral load was quite high. He didn’t recommend starting meds yet, which were just beginning to be more tolerable and much less toxic. Before the iPhone and all the hookup apps, there were hookup websites that sprung up in the early days of the internet, just before the sun set on gay bars as we knew them. Eugene and I met on one of these early gay websites. He lived in the suburbs, but he worked near where I lived. He told me he was recently divorced from a woman, but he’d been having sex with men since college. I told him I was looking for uncomplicated sex and probably not looking for a relationship. We decided to hook up because Eugene was sexy, said he liked morning sex, and he could swing by my place before work. On the appointed morning, I remembered that I needed to tell Eugene I was positive with a high viral load and that we would use condoms. He rang my apartment, and I buzzed him in. Eugene was very well hung, probably 8 inches cut. We kissed and had good chemistry in person, so we took it to the bedroom. We quickly stripped and I started sucking his big cock. He made me gag which was impressive, because I had very little reflex left. I pushed him down on the bed and shoved his legs back and started eating his smooth ass. He had the most delicious ass, and I lost myself while rimming him. My tongue encircled his pussy lips, and he opened right up to let me explore his insides. Eugene was moaning and finally, he pulled me up on top of him and wrapped his legs around my waist as we kissed. My cock was bumping up around his crack trying to find its target. Eugene was still moaning as my cock brushed past his hole without entering. Finally, he could take no more teasing and reached down and pointed my cockhead to his hole. I slid in him with ease and was balls deep. His pussy was well-worn, in a good way. I started pumping him, making sure that my cock head was stimulating his prostate and his cock responded by leaking precum until it was a small pool on his abs. Finally, he groaned and shot his load. I panicked because things got carried away and I hadn’t worn a condom. So, I pulled-out of him and he looked disappointed. “Suck me off,” I ordered him urgently. He swallowed my cock, and I shot my load down his throat. “Why didn’t you cum in me?” he asked. “Because” I explained, “I’m positive. But I’m a big pre-cummer so you may need to get tested.” “Oh, I’m poz too. In fact, I have AIDS,” he replied. I told him he looked completely fit and healthy. He explained to me that he had not even known he was positive but became very sick about two years before and it turned out to be an opportunistic infection. He had less than 100 T-cells left when his doctor put him on some medications that were very new, and they saved his life. But because he crossed some medical threshold, he was still considered to have AIDS. He said that he was dating a guy at the time he was diagnosed. He thought they were exclusive with each other, but apparently, they weren’t. They parted in an unfriendly way. So, we continued having casual sex over the next few months. Eugene was a versatile bottom, and he fucked me very well. After that first time, we didn’t hesitate to cum in each other. Eugene was the first guy who asked me to “breed” him using that term, which made me laugh. We fucked other guys too and occasionally caught other STDs, but we always told each other. Friends with benefits, indeed. I met another guy on my internet hunts called Steven. Steven was a cute Italian American guy about my size with dark brown hair and blue eyes. We met up at a café one afternoon and decided to follow up with a fuck date. I met him at his apartment. He had a very thick cock that curved upward. When I saw that, I told him I wanted to feel it inside me. He looked at me with lust and we went to his bedroom. We undressed each other while making out. Our cocks were both hard as hell. Then I told him I was positive. He pushed me on my back and kissed me. Then, he moved down to my chest and licked and nibbled my nipples. Eventually, he went lower but skipped my cock and went straight to my ass with his tongue. There was a bottle of poppers on the bed, and I huffed a bit. Steven took that opportunity to spit on his cock and put that big mushroom head up to my hole. I took another hit, and he pushed into me. I saw stars as his big cock filled my hole and his cockhead brushed past my prostate. About five minutes later, I came without touching my cock. Steven was still piston-fucking me and several minutes after that, he grunted and painted my insides with his babies. He too became a friend with benefits. Eugene had a more outgoing personality than Steven, and he liked to talk a lot. Steven was not very talkative and was just in it to get off, which was cool with me. I only topped Steven a few times and he also urged me to “breed” him when I shot a load. Steven was 90% top, and I really enjoyed it when we met for a quicky. I would suck him while he ate my ass, and then he would fuck me and cum and then leave. Sometimes it’s better to keep sex casual. Steven went to an infectious disease doctor because he was healthy but still considered to have AIDS. One day, he had to cancel one of our meetings because he said one of his kids had gotten into a fender-bender. She was OK but shaken. I told him I understood. It was the first thing I knew about Steven as a person rather than just a fuck buddy. Next time when I visited him for cock, he mentioned that he’d been divorced a few years and had discovered that he was positive after a former boyfriend came down with an AIDS-related infection. They’d had a bitter breakup because the boyfriend thought they were an exclusive couple. Steven wanted the boyfriend to be exclusively his, but Steven was having sex whenever possible with whomever showed him their ass. It was clear to me they either communicated badly or were dishonest or a little of both. Hooking up with exes at the same time was a potential recipe for drama. It was also clear to me that their dispute with each other was not my business or my problem. As long as I was single and clear about my intentions, I enjoyed having both their bodies to play with. I lost touch with Steven, and I don't know what became of him. Eugene eventually partnered up with another guy and he seemed happy to me. We played a few times after he settled down but eventually, he and his partner moved away. Eugene and I occasionally exchange emails.

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Hello everyone, thank you for your kind email and messages. Sorry for my 'disappearing act'. My 'bf' and I traveled for a couple weeks which put me behind in life. But I hope to get a few more chapters out soon if folks are still into this story? The last chapter might have been lame since there was little feedback, but never sure how folks decide enough is enough of one story line. But anyway, we will see what folks think. I will try and ramp it up a bit. lol Part 19, Breaking the seal. As I smiled seeing my thank you and thought back to how good Mr. C has been to me over the years, heck better than my dad in many ways, I opened the refrigerator door. My eyes got big as they focused on the little brown bottle that was facing me in the door. Seeing the words JUNGLE JUICE and my mind went spiraling through a dark tunnel.... I picked it up and felt the cold glass. I heard Uncle Terry's voice from the bedroom yell out, 'close the door, sniff deep and hurry down here before you exhale'. I picked it up, closed the door, turned and walked toward the bedroom. I exhaled as I opened the cap and inhaled as deeply as I could. I kept the cap in my right hand as I held the bottle in my left hand. As I entered the room, Mr. C was totally naked and he was kissing Uncle Terry. They stood next to the bed and Uncle Terry snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor right in front of them. I somehow knew I was to kneel. As I lowered myself onto my knees in front of them, Mr. C. kept his tongue in Uncle Terry's mouth but was able to mutter through the kiss, 'exhale pup and do the other nostril, we will be with you in a minute.' I did as instructed and looked up at them and Uncle Terry pushed the bathrobe off my back and if fell into a puddle on the floor behind me. I knelled there naked on my knees, looking up at two hairy gods of men. Uncle Terry then said through a muffled kiss with Mr. C. 'breath deep pup, good boy, now put the cap on it and hold. Hold. Hold.... Hold.' His tongue never stopped probing Mr. C's mouth and they felt each others chest. And I heard..... 'exhale and get busy'. I slowly and deeply exhaled and put my face up to their cocks. Their amazing thick shafts were leaking precum. Their cocks were touching and smearing each other's precum around their cock heads. I dove down on both cocks until my mouth was stretched wide. I was flying on the poppers so I couldn't tell from which one, but I felt a hand stroke through my hair and pull my head deeper onto their cocks. They each reached down with a hand and firmly started to roll my nipples in their fingers. I let out a moan and Mr. C slipped his cock out of my mouth and pushed me deeper onto Uncle Terry's cock. I felt Mr. C move behind me. His cock fell heavy on my upper back between my shoulder blades. He pulled my shoulders back and was sliding his wet cock up and down the cleavage in my back that he made. His belly was on the back of my head and he used his belly to hold me deep onto Uncle Terry's cock. After a few minutes of Mr. C reaching down, tweaking my tits, rocking his cock on my back and pushing my face deeper onto Uncle Terry, I could feel Uncle Terry's cock swelling each time he slided it down my throat. He very slowly but deeply and surely fucked his cock deep into my esophagus. Mr. C. brought one hand to my throat and was feeling my adams apple. When Uncle Terry was almost at the base of his cock into my nostrils, I could hear Mr. C saying..... 'yes push that adam's apple down with your cock.' I could feel my adam's apple being pushed down. He repeated it several times and then pulled all the throat slobber back up from my throat and I let out a moan. I looked over as Uncle Terry started patting his hand on the edge of the bed and at the same time, I felt Mr. C picking me up by the hips and guiding me onto the edge of the bed. Uncle Terry jumped up on the bed and had his legs hanging over the side of it. Mr. C then commented, 'son, get up on your uncle and ride that cock into your pussy, while daddy fucks you from behind.' I heard it, but was lost after get on this cock. But I climbed up on the bed and lowered myself onto Uncle Terry's cock. I was right at the edge of the bed and feared my balance slipping and falling off. Daddy came up behind me however and I could feel his furry stomach tickle my smooth back. I was able to get stability from him as he provided a little pressure against my back with his belly. I heard him shake the brown bottle and the little white balls in it clinked against the glass walls of the bottle. I then hear the hiss of the cap coming off. I had my two hands on my tits, slowing rubbing and rolling them through my fingers and I felt Mr. C moving his arms up under my arms to my nose. His left hand pushed my left nostril closed and the right hand brought the bottle to my nose. I exhaled deep and breathed in super deep. As I held my breath he closed my right nostril. I exhaled and the bottle quickly came to my left nostril. I repeated and inhaled super deep. I felt his arms move back down and heard the cap being screwed on. Once I was holding the poppers in, I resumed bouncing up and down on Uncle Terry's cock. I felt daddy move in closer behind me and I then felt something against my hole. It was hard, warm and wet. It was daddy's cock. I exhaled and said, 'time for your cock Daddy?' Daddy said, 'time for both of us in you son.' And with that I felt his cock slowly push up into me. Uncle Terry slowed my hips and stopped me for a minute allowing daddy to slide in deep. My hands went down to the bed to provide myself stability and were replaced on my nipples by Uncle Terry's. He started to work them hard. I was fucking flying on the poppers and felt my hole open incredibly wide. I then felt daddy's pubes against my hole and realized both were in me to the base. Slowly they started rocking me back and forth, up and down, back and forth, up and down. I couldn't make much sense of it, but I had both men's cocks deep inside me. I felt so full. My hole was getting wetter and wetter and more and more loose. They were fucking me harder and harder. My legs started to relax a little bit as the pain wore off and was taken over by great pleasure inside my asshole. I could feel each of them pulling in and out, sometimes in unison and sometimes in opposite strokes, my ass was singing like crazy and I felt incredible. I heard Uncle Terry say, 'oh baby, I feel the underside of your cock sliding over the underside of my cock...., I am getting close.' I then heard daddy say, 'yes lover, this is amazing your cock feels amazing inside his silky fuck pussy. I am about to blow my load inside my boy.' With that, they both started to convulse and shake and I got two loads shot deep in me. They kept squirming and squirming and I got wetter and wetter. Daddy pushed me down with his body weight onto Uncle Terry. The three of us lay there with me being the oreo center. Uncle Terry was able to move us all up onto the bed further and we laid their as our breathing returned to normal. I felt them both kiss my forehead and neck and ears and shoulders, I felt so loved and warm. I felt their cocks getting smaller and smaller and then Uncle Terry's cock slipped out. A minute later and after a couple more humps from Mr. C, his slipped out also. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and looked over toward the edge of the bed. Their was blood on the duvet cover and I said. 'Oh daddy, I think I bled on the bed. Oh, no. I am sorry. Where did that come from? Am I bleeding?' 'Relax son, your pussy was just really stretched and used. You are perfectly fine, she is made for that and it really just means she is more receptive to us.' They both started to kiss me again and we drifted off to sleep.

Part 3. My first day at work. The building of trust with Mr. C. Mr C. Turned the truck off and given I was super eager, I started to open the door. Just then, I felt his hand on my thigh. Startled, i turned my head and looked over at him. He pivoted his body toward me and said, ‘Lukas, do you like hanging out and spending time with me’? My eyes got big, I smiled and I nodded yes. ‘Do you trust me pup?’ I turned toward him and said, ‘Can I be honest?’ ’I would be disappointed if you weren’t pup’, he said. ‘I have always felt this strange connection to you Sir. It’s like you get me or you are part of me. You don’t make fun of me for being stupid, oh sorry for being “naive and slow” (making air quotes and rolling my eyes, my teachers get frustrated when I call myself stupid), I mean yes, I always felt you wanted best for me, but after helping me get that scholarship and getting me this job, I trust you completely.’ With a smile and a wink and a rustling of my hair again, he said, ‘you will make me proud and you will have plenty of money for school in the fall. He handed me several small folded up pieces of paper held together by a paperclip and said, I want you to put these in your front left pocket of your jeans. If tonight you ever get confused or wonder what you should do, I want you to take these out of your pocket and read the one marked #1. You are to think of a question to ask me, said say that question to yourself, this paper has the answer, so just trust me and do what it says and then put the note in your right pocket. If it happens again, you take them out, you pretend to ask me a question and read #2 and repeat the process. There should be enough to get you through the night. Do you understand what I am saying Lukas?’ As I lifted my butt off the leather truck seat he slid them deep into my left front pocket and then patted my upper thigh with a wink. ’I think so Mr C., when I get confused or not sure what to do, I should pull these out, pretend you are with me like this and ask you a question in my head, and read the first one, remember you said to trust you and to do what the note says. Then I put it in my right pocket. Then if I get confused again, I just repeat the process? Right.?’ ‘Yep, you got it buddy’. As getting out of the truck he said, ‘If you ever get in a bind you can text me too, but just pretend you are asking me and trust the notes and you will be great.’ The smell of pizza as we entered the back door was amazing. Mr C took me to his office and had me sign a bunch of forms and legal stuff. He then was looking through a stack of t-shirts and said they were out of Large size and medium. Handing me a small, he said he would get some brought in from the other store. ‘See if you can fit into this pup.’ Being shy and still not sure about my body, I turned my back to Mr. C., peeled off my t-shirt and pulled the C’s pizza t-shirt on. If fit like a glove, no tighter than a glove. I felt like a sausage packed into its casing. He said, oh sorry that is so tight, but you look great, the ladies will love that look and give you big tips, I am sure some of the guys will find you as tasty as our pies as well. Lol. Feeling more confident by his comments, I turned toward him. ‘Christ lukas, you are right, your nipples are very large for a boy your age.’ He playfully winked and tweaked them through my shirt. My eyes got big, my legs clamped together, I bent over a little and my shoulders turned in as I let out a slight moan. ’What was that Pup’? He asked. ‘I am sorry, I have a little issue with my nipples,’ I remarked. ’A little issue?’ Yes Sir, when they are touched, it does something to me.’ I said ‘Does something?’ He asked curiously. ’Yeah, it’s the strangest thing, but it sends waves through me.’, I said. ‘Waves’? ‘‘Yeah, like a get this electric pulse down,... well down to,..... well down to my, well.... to down there...’, looking down at my crotch. Just then this huge black dude strolled into the office and gave Mr. C. a high 5, and said ‘hey boss’. Mr C looked at me and said, ‘Oh your nipples are wired to your cock Lukas? Oh Lukas, this is Jax. He is the lead loader here.’ Jax’s eyes got big and said, ‘Wait, what? The new kids tits are wired to his dick, is that what you guys are talking about? Damn, good to know.’ And started laughing. I turned bright red, said blurted out, ‘No, no, no that’s not what I meant’. Mr C said, ‘it’s ok Lukas, Jax didn’t mean any harm.’ ‘No, it’s not that’, I said. They both looked at me like.... welll? I looked down, and said ‘it’s not my dick the impulses go to, it’s more like between my legs and lower, you know like under my nuts.’ I am beat red by now feeling like I just made a fool of myself in front of my boss and Jax. Jax was quick to put his massive dark hand on my shoulder and say ‘look kid, it’s all good, as long as the feeling goes someplace, it is totally normal.’ I looked up, and smiled and said ‘yeah? Really?’ Mr C said, ‘absolutely, mine are wired to my cock, but lots of boys, younger boys in particular are wired to their holes instead. Mine use to be wired to my hole, but now it goes straight to my dick’, and he grabbed his significant bulge. Jax said, ‘hey kid, my nipples have always been wired right to my big black dong, playing with mine totally gets freak on.’ He looks down at his jeans and I notice what looks his cock is gigantic and snakes several inches down the thigh in his jeans. ’Wow, that’s cool.’ Looking back and forth at them both, I said ‘we learned in school guys can’t talk about stuff like this at work, you can get in a lot of trouble’. Mr C started to talk, but then Jax interrupted said, ‘we are like a family here and respect each other, there isn’t anything we can’t talk about as long as it is said with respect and trust.’ With that, he turned to Mr. C and said, ‘boss, you texted me about making one of my sweet cherry pies today? ‘Yes, how is that coming? please Jax, it must be perfect’, Mr C said. ‘‘It’s about to head into the oven, did you want to see it? Trust me, I can see now and agree, it must be perfect.... and it is. It will need to get delivered in a couple hours. You know Mr Ali loves his swwwwweeeetttt cherry pie delivered when it is still warm and with lots of fresh cream.’ ’I trust you there big guy, go ahead and get it in the oven’, Mr C said. ’Did you hear any word on Billy, Mr. C?’ Jax asked. ’Yeah, he won’t be with us anymore, yesterday was his last day. The sheik said he got his passport arranged and should be released from the hospital tomorrow and he got one of his nurses to come along on the sheiks jet.’, Mr C said. They exchanged high 5s, and Jax said, ‘very nice work Mr C., congrats on another deal.’ After he left, Mr C told me to have a seat and he would explain operations. Mr C explained, ‘We break our operations into loaders and load carriers. As I said earlier, Jax is the lead loader. That was my role, but I am specializing into some new functions and managing other locations as well. He is your boss when I am not here. I trust and respect him completely as we discussed earlier. But being the leader loader means he is great at getting the pizzas and sometimes other pies ready to load into the oven. The load carriers, like you... will then be on the delivery team. The load carriers take over once the loaders getting the pies into the oven. The carriers, will get them out, cut, box and deliver them. We have some common load carriers. Emily, Bob are here today but there are a few others do that. Your role is the special deliveries. Like Jax and I were talking about, Billy, was our special load carrier, but he is relocating and moving soon. My truck has a special warming bin, since I know you, I trust you to drive my truck. These pies are for our really elite special customers. Most of our high wealth clients who expect and like superb customer service from our special load carriers. Oh, we also use this function for some party deliveries. You are very strong and these parties have a really heavy load to carry. With your size, I thought you would be perfect for this role. Do you understand Lukas?’ ’Yes Mr C, thank you for helping me follow that. I am a special load carrier for you and will treat your best customers with great customer service and work on carrying the really heavy loads at parties people are having.’ He smiled and said, ‘you got it exactly right pup’. He then took me out and introduced me to the others. We had a bit of rush so Mr C said, let’s help the common carriers and I can go with you and show you how it works. He grabbed a couple gatorades out of the cooler and as we loaded his truck he took one of the blue diamond vitamins. He asked if I took my vitamins today. I said ‘no Sir, we don’t have money for vitamins’. He said, ‘Lukas, that is unacceptable, if you are going to stay healthy and continue to bulk up before college at the gym, you have to have vitamins.’ I said, “I can get some with my first check’. He said. ‘Don’t be silly, I have plenty, here is some Gatorade, please take one of mine. Well, actually take two if you haven’t been taking them regularly.’ I notice him adjusting himself in his pants, I loved what a real dude he was. My dad was such a soft man, he wouldn’t ever be seen doing something that real men do. As I tried to swallow them, they were big enough they got caught in my throat. But another swing of Gatorade and they went down the hatch. He tossed me the keys and said, ok, let’s get rolling, these pies aren’t getting any fresher. Coming soon, part 4, and the special cherry pie to Mr. Ali.

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