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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I always make sure to rim the top that's bred me. Him ans any fellow pig holes that are gaping and dripping

I love getting rimmed! Especially when the top takes his time and rims me deep 🤤 I still remember this one guy I dated for quite some time. He rimmed me so good and made my hole so wet that he could easily fuck me without lube. It was so amazing!

Fucking love on cam play. Start the night fucking an eager cub, End up high as fuck and taking loads

Yesterday I got breed in n concourse bathroom in Seattle airport

Wish this story would get continued and I also wish I could take his place all those bbc would absolutely ruin me as they all take turns cunting me

When I am fisted, I am just flying with the flow and don’t take care of the fistee’s moaning As a fistee, I only moan when I’m high especially if a plug or dildo is in me in the same time

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

Club Columbus has some excellent glory holes. I’ve sucked dozens of cocks there. And, the glory hole booths are perfect size for having someone join you and fuck you in the dark.

I love my jock straps and walking around in the sauna advertising that I want it.......

!!NEW STORY!! (Desired Obsessions will be an anthology series exploring themes, this thread centering around reunions too hot to turn from and too dark to not indulge in) DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II Part One: Long Games Felix burrowed under his blankets, a cocoon of total darkness that was supposed to bring sleep. It was useless. For an hour, he’d tried to ignore the nasty thoughts swirling in his head, but they only kept him tangled in the sheets. His fingers traced a slow, absent-minded trail over his nipples, down the sharp ‘V’ of his hips, across the caramel skin of his inner thighs. A touch he melted into. Rolling onto his stomach, he peeked out. 4:05 AM. The red digital numbers glowed. He’d been chatting with some dude from an app, but the screen was dark now, the conversation having gone cold long before. But he thought of the pics the dude had sent: a thick, uncut, hairy blonde cock from four different angles. One of them had a can of lighter butane next to it for size reference. Slowly, he ground his hips into the mattress. A low, "Mmm," escaped his lips as an erection began to press into the bedding. "Yes…" he whispered, giving in to the inevitable. Sleep wasn't coming. "I’m gonna get spun." But what kind of night should this be? Felix was no stranger to wild nights, quickly bored by anything mild. Something new, he thought. The raw, the unfiltered. He moaned again, pushing his hips off the bed, arching his back until his ass was high in the air, an offering to the empty room. An idea struck. "And why not get lit that way?" He threw the blankets off, went to his nightstand, and opened the drawer, retrieving a small black case. Inside were a few small containers of party favors and a liquid syringe. He uncapped one, trying to remember the amount his friend had used last time, then pinched small white rocks into the syringe and filled it with a small amount of water. As he shook it gently, he thought of the first and only other time he’d gotten high this way. A small group hosted by a vers friend. All night, all raunchy. He was crazy high and crazy cock-hungry. His dick got hard as he watched the rocks dissolve. This is going to be wild, he told himself. His booty bump was ready. He grabbed his phone, put on some porn, and laid on his stomach. He positioned his ass in the air, pushed his hole out against the plastic tube, found the right spot, and pressed the plunger. The cool water splashed against his inner walls. He tightened, slid the tube out, not a single drop wasted, and began to grind his hard cock into the mattress as he pushed the plunger, flooding his hole. The build was slow, but when the feeling crested, it was electrifying, far more intense than smoking. He loved the way it made his hole feel: warm and tingling, alive with anticipation for anything. He took a hit of poppers. Two nostrils deep. His lungs filled with the sharp scent. He saw precum leaking from his cock. He pushed his hips onto the bed, eyes transfixed on the porn playing from his phone, and ground his hard dick into the mattress, over and over. "Fuck, that is so hot," he cried out. The booty bump was taking effect. His head buzzed. The verbal cries from the porn invaded his consciousness, and he imagined himself as the bottom in the video, on his knees, hungrily servicing two uncut Latin cocks. Spit filled his mouth as one of them forced a cock deep in his throat. He took another hit of poppers. His hole burned with an erotic warmth that made his hard cock leak even more. In the video, the two guys getting serviced towered over the small twink. The size difference made Felix even harder. Lost in the fantasy and the euphoric high, he continued grinding his sensitive cock into the mattress, moaning along with the video. "Fuck, ahhhh." He desperately wanted to be that bottom, fucked by both men. The booty bump flooded him with images of their thick cocks stretching him, making him scream. The room was hot and sticky. All that mattered was getting cock. Felix moaned, “Fuck, I need it so bad.” Another hit of poppers. He got louder, his hips bucking faster, accenting the curve of his bubble ass. A double hit of poppers. He stopped. He lifted his hips up and away from the bed, taking deep breaths to ride the edge of the peak he’d almost hit. Edging, bringing himself to the brink and then denying release, was his new favorite game. The porn played on, but Felix knew he needed the real thing. He considered texting the top from the other night, who was particularly skilled, but then reasoned with himself. Felix was a connoisseur of "firsts," of the new encounter where everything was a discovery. Anon. He’d tried it and loved it, the blindfold and everything. He ran through a mental list of things he hadn’t done, a list that got shorter by the weekend, before he settled on… public play. After a quick, hot shower, he dressed. The high thrummed under his skin and seemed to vibrate as he packed his fanny pack with favors before heading out. The morning air was still cool, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. It felt good. He cut through the park a few blocks from his apartment. It was a casual cruising spot he’d always been too jumpy to try. Most guys were around in the middle of the night. Too cold and too creepy, Felix thought. The edges of the trees seemed to shimmer against the grass, and it all blurred at the edges of his vision. Felix did a second booty bump post-shower. He found the park mostly empty except for people walking dogs and others doing yoga or sunbathing. He followed the path to the men’s bathroom. Sitting on the benches just outside would be the best place to start; it would be one of the only open places so early in the morning. He sat sideways on the bench, one leg tucked under him, the same-side arm draped over the back. All he’d have to do was arch his back, pushing his warm, tingling ass toward any guy who might look twice. He blinked a couple of times and laughed softly to himself. “I am fuckin’ flying.” He discreetly ground his hand against his tight red nylon running shorts. He was gently startled by a burst of laughter and loud voices. Three men walked towards him, their energy infectious and sloppy. Felix, keeping his gaze soft, clocked their sneakers, the baseball hats on the white guy and the Latin guy, the basketball jersey on the white guy that was vaguely familiar, and bits of their odd, slurred conversation. He was much too high to coordinate anything, but he looked back and away in their direction just enough to make sure they noticed. The guys settled under a tree across from him, glancing over as they continued their boisterous conversation. Felix smiled, which got the white guy's attention, it was curious and something more than just interesting. Alright. Time to kick this up a notch. Felix arched his back and stood, moving with deliberate slowness. All three guys watched. Felix turned and headed for the men's bathroom. It was deserted. The morning air was growing thick with the heat of the day, the scent of bleach overpowering the faint smell of piss. Three stalls, doors open. Two sinks. Felix went to one and looked at himself in the mirror that hung just above it. The bathroom door creaked open. The white guy, hat pulled low, with that jersey and grey sweatpants, walked in. His face had something about it, Felix thought, but their eyes locked instantly through the mirror. Felix stepped into the stall furthest from the door, and the guy followed, the door clicking shut behind him. Felix faced him as he grabbed his dick, pressing his sweatpants against it. He bit his lower lip, silently daring Felix with each squeeze of his growing cock. Felix dropped to his knees, the cold tile biting his skin. He pressed his face against the grey sweatpants, inhaling deeply, the dude’s scent mixed with sweat filling his nostrils. He slowly rubbed his face along the length of the bulge, feeling the heat and hardness beneath the fabric. “Fuck….” the guy said, his voice hushed but laced with excitement. “Ain’t you a dirty little piece…” Felix looked up, meeting a familiar gaze and kept it there while he put his mouth over the guy’s cock, tracing it up and down, feeling the shape and size through the fabric. “What? This?” Felix ran his lips along the shaft, teasing and tasting. Lifting the jersey slightly ruffled the team logo Felix was too high to place from across the park, but now, looking at the guy’s eyes through the mirror, Felix softly grabbed the man’s towering thighs as he pulsed his lips, teasing himself with the dick still trapped under the sweatpants. The fact that they both knew each other and were underplaying their surprise wildly turned them both on. A low, gruff voice, as deep as a high school memory, said, “Felix. Pull my cock out.” “Yes, Logan.” Felix whispered, obediently. He slipped his fingers over the grey waistband and pulled. Logan used to refer to Felix as a "pretty dope faggot." He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a Logan used to refer to Felix as a pretty dope faggot. He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year.a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year. Now he was a slutty faggot on his knees, teasing his throbbing meat. Logan’s cock was thick in the center and hung eight inches to the right, only halfway to being hard. The second booty bump had Felix focused on one thing, but a few shocked thoughts swirled around the utter disbelief that he was about to suck a dick he’d fantasized about many, many times. Felix rubbed his face against it, then inhaled the scent from his bush. “Fuck, you smell so good. Like a man.” “That’s right. You like how a real man smells, don’t you?” He grabbed Felix by the hair and yanked his head back to look up at him. “Don’t you?” “Uh-huh,” Felix whined, his eyes wide and begging. “That’s right. Keep worshiping that dick.” “Yes, sir, I’ll work for it.” “That’s right. You need to work for that cock.” “Oh, I will.” “Yeah? You deserve this cock?” “I do.” “You deserve that thick cock?” “I do.” Logan loosened his grip on Felix’s hair. “Even after all this time, you still gotta work for it. You know that, right?” “Mhmmm.” Felix started to kiss his cock, deep in worship. Logan had recognized Felix before he even realized he was part of his game. They knew each other, in a way. Same grade, some classes together, friends who might have mixed at some point. But it was alphabetical order—their last names landing them next to each other constantly. The group projects, the good mornings, the commiseration of being ‘just over it’, it had all brewed a friendly, low-key flirty vibe between the guy on the basketball team and the class vice-president on the debate team. Dark excitement burned in Logan’s eyes when he recognized something in Felix’s dark stare. He reached into his pocket and slipped something out. “Would you mind if I hit this right quick?” He flashed a small glass pipe, melted T coating the bottom. The same dark burn lit Felix up with a dark smile. “Nah, just as long as you let me blow a cloud on your cock.” Logan threw his head back and moaned. “Felix, Felix… you’re a bad little boy now, aren’t you?” He took a hit from his pipe and blew the smoke down at Felix. “Oh, Logan… I’m a very bad and very dirty little boy now.” Click. Logan blew his cloud down to Felix, slower this time, covering his face. “But still a little faggot. Wanna be my little faggot?” “I wanna be your little faggot,” Felix’s eyes pleaded with hunger. Logan lit the pipe for Felix. “Good.” He clicked the torch again, signaling for Felix to hit it again. “I told my boys to let me have some one-on-one time with you, since I knew you.” Felix didn’t even wait; he had his mouth back on the pipe before he’d blown out his last hit. “Now, I get to give them my little faggot. My spun little dirty slutty faggot.” Felix positioned his mouth around Logan’s cock, his lips hovering just above it, holding it there. The weight of it drove him crazy. He slowly pulled his head back while letting the cloud coat the thick cock. “Take another hit, faggot.” Logan pushed the pipe into Felix’s eager lips. “Fuck yes…” Felix inhaled as much as he could, eager to please. Logan took a long hit and blew out smoke rings that hit Felix’s face. “I’m ’bout to make you a whore for meth.” Then, with his free hand, he shoved Felix down on his cock. The tip was already hitting the back of his throat. “Yes! Get that thick cock wet….” Logan’s intense eyes gave way to his dark mind. “Get that thick cock nice and wet….” Felix’s spit streamed down his shaft, only to be licked up and then spit out again. “Get that thick white cock nice and wet.” Felix let out a moan as his eyes rolled back. He started sucking faster, stroking it four or six times, and then came to a sudden stop. He kept his tongue out, the cock resting on it, his eyes locked on Logan. His voice was small. “Is that thick white cock wet enough?” Click. Hit. Clouds. “I think you can do better service for this white cock.” He brought the pipe down to Felix. Click. Hit. Hit. Clouds. “Lemme show you how.” Logan said, setting the pipe down on a ledge on the wall, his hands now free to grab Felix and face-fuck him. Felix gagged on Logan’s cock, his throat tight from the hit and the deep penetration. He moaned around the flesh, his eyes wild from the wave of pleasure and the high that washed over him. Logan pulled back slightly, grinning down at Felix, high and sweaty. "You damn sexy taking that thick white cock." Felix nodded his head vigorously, unable to speak. He wanted it more than anything, and he'd do whatever it took to please this man. Without any further warning, Logan slammed his cock back down Felix's throat, choking him slightly as he started a slow but relentless pace. His hands found their way to Felix's ass, squeezing and pulling on the cheeks as he drove deeper. Felix could feel his eyes watering, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. The burning sensation in his chest only fueled his desire for more. He moaned and gagged around the cock, his body arching up into the assault. Logan felt his balls draw up tight as he neared his climax. He gripped Felix's hair tightly and started thrusting harder, his hips slamming against the smaller body. Then he quickly pulled his cock out of Felix's mouth, his grip loosening slightly. He watched as Felix swallowed hard, sucking down the drops of pre-cum. “Been edgin’ with my boys all morning," he murmured, running his fingers through Felix's wet hair. “But I think I’m gonna work up a bigger load for you." Felix leaned into every touch. “Yes, please. Thank you, sir.” “Let’s try, ‘Papi.’” Logan’s voice was playful and menacing. Felix smiled, his voice hazy. “Papi. Gracias, Papi.” Felix’s accent hit Logan like a train. “Sexy… fuckin’ sexy.” Felix felt Logan guiding him to stand. He was dazed, his legs shaking, but when their lips hovered so close together, he forgot everything. “I cannot believe this is happening… and that it’s happening this way.” “The universe, man.” Logan used his other hand to reach into Felix’s shorts, his finger searching for his hole. “We are two lucky fuckers.” One hand held the back of his head, another rubbed against his hole. Felix was frozen, wanting to beg Logan to kiss him, slap him, fuck him. He couldn’t speak. "You're one hell of a cocksucker," Logan whispered, his tone pleased. Breathless, Felix said, “It’s my favorite thing to do, probably next to booty bumps!” “Oh, yeah?” He paused for a second and reached into his pocket. “I think this little Latin cocksucker served this white cock good. I think I got a reward for you.” “Papi… I promise to show you how thankful I am.” “Put two of your fingers in my mouth.” Felix did as he was told and sighed with need when he felt Logan’s tongue on his skin. Logan let saliva build up and drip onto Felix’s fingers. “Wet your—” “Fucking hot.” Felix rubbed his fingers all around his hole. Between his index finger and thumb, Logan held a shard of T. He spit on it, keeping it between them, and nodded for Felix to spit on it. “Against that wall.” Logan forcefully ordered. Felix leaned forward and slowly pulled his shorts down. “Eager little faggot… I fuckin’ love that.” Logan felt his throbbing cock urge him to just shove it in. Rape the faggot, he thought, but gave in to another urge. Felix closed his eyes, waiting for the burn of the shard, but then he felt something else. Logan’s mouth, his tongue pushing against his hole. He cried out in surprise, then moaned random words from how good it felt. Logan went wild at how good Felix’s hole was. He spit on it and pushed his face hungrily into it. “This pussy… oh my god.” “You like my pussy, Papi?” Logan sucked at it and pulled his mouth away. “This pussy…,” he sucked at it again, “right here…” He wildly ate Felix, the moans only making him get sloppier. He spit on it one more time. “This pussy tastes so good. I like it a lot. Don’t get me obsessed with it now.” Felix pouted. “But, why?” He pushed his hole out, then felt a wet hand on his ass, then the burn of the shard Logan pushed into him. He let out a loud moan but then held his breath when he suddenly felt Logan on him, his hand covering his mouth. “You don’t want me to answer that. ‘Cause if I do, I’m so fucking turned on by you, I might go to a really dark place. Twisted things happen to little faggots if I do.” Felix pushed his ass against Logan’s pre-cum-dripping cock Logan slid his hand from Felix’s mouth to his neck. Felix, in a soft voice, said, “Maybe I’m a little faggot who needs twisted things to happen to him.” He pushed back on the rock-hard cock, lining it up to slide between his cheeks. Logan gripped Felix tightly and lined the head of his dick against his hole. “Careful what you ask for, Felix.” He rubbed his pre-cum on Felix and started to push the tip in. Felix held still, his hole relaxed. “Put it in me. Please. Logan, please. I need your big white cock inside of me.” He pushed a little bit more. “Yeah? Is that what you need? A big white cock to put you in your place? Fucking whore. You’re so high and hungry for it.” Felix begged for it. Logan pulled Felix back to look at him. “Just be a good spun little slut who’s ready for my boys, okay? My faggots would do anything for me and my boys.” “I’ll do anything,” Felix said, with daring confidence. Logan was silent as he looked at Felix. Then, he said softly, “Open your mouth.” He spit inside Felix’s open mouth. “Stick your tongue out.” Felix did, and as he was about to close it, Logan barked, “Hold it there.” Then he wrapped his lips around it, sucking at it. Felix couldn’t take it anymore. He started kissing Logan, who started roughly kissing him back, almost giving in and starting to fuck Felix right then. He tightened his hand around Felix’s neck; Felix squirmed. Logan pulled away, fast, and slapped Felix’s face—firm but not too hard. “Don’t fucking do that. Don’t kiss me like that. If you push me to get twisted…” Felix looked back, his eyes big, brown, and apologizing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t kiss you.” “No, uh, it’s not like that,” Logan didn’t know how to explain. He looked at Felix, like meat and prize, “when i’m really high and I want something so fuckin bad… I gotta control myself… you’ll do anything, right?” Felix was curious to know how reckless and enticing he needed to be to get ‘twisted Logan’, his ultimate reward. “Anything.” Logan went to the door and just before he called his boys in, he looked at Logan and said, “Prove it.” [END OF PART ONE] Next up, Part 2 in Volume II

It always started the same way. Some kid trawling Scruff after hitting the bars cause he didn't get lucky. Eric smiled when the kid sent him a woof -- another kid that was going get more than he was looking for. Eric's cock twitched at the idea of breeding this boy. He worked out hard and was in great shape; he had ink in all the right places but had the attitude to back it up. The kid's stats were pretty hot -- 6'2", 185 lbs and 23 years old-- too young to be completely filled out, but well on his way. After a few more details, the kid was on his way over. Eric's cock began to stiffen and push against his jeans, betraying his eagerness to share his seed with the boy. He went to the dungeon and put on his harness, perfectly framing the biohazard tattoo on his chest. He was ready to give this boy the fuck of his life. Perfectly on cue, there was a knock on the door upstairs and Eric went up to greet him. Opening the door, the boy was startled and stammered out a hello. Pulling him inside and slamming the door behind him, Eric easily overwhelmed the kid and nailed him to the wall. Forcing his tongue into the boy's mouth, he gave the boy a preview of what would be happening to his ass in a few minutes. The kid was enthusiastic and immediately moved his hands down Eric's jeans to feel his stiff cock. It was nine by seven, and a number 2 gauge PA. His cock was the perfect tool to share his gift, especially with inexperienced kids like this boy. In seconds, Eric's jeans were on the floor and the boy's face was buried his crotch, face smashed into the leaking red jock. Grabbing the kid under his arms, Eric heaved him to his feet and pushed him down the stairs to the dungeon. Pulling his head into his right arm and forcing the boy's mouth open again, Eric unzipped the kid's shorts and shoved them to the ground. The kid was wearing a jock like he was told and was about to be rewarded for it. Guiding the boy over to the leather covered St. Andrew's Cross leaned against the wall, he smiled as he pushed the boy against the cross and spread his legs. Tracing his tongue from the back of the boy's neck to the band of his jock, he could taste the salty sweat of excitement. As Eric moved his hand to spread the kid's checks, he felt the boy relax. He began tongue fucking the boy's ass, getting it ready for his leaking cock. Reaching down to his own jock, he pushed the pouch to the side, letting out his cock and balls. Slowly, he stood up, tracing the kid's spine with his tongue back up to his neck, and wrapped his right arm around the boy's neck in a choker hold. As the boy began to protest, Eric bit his neck firmly and the kid relaxed -- Eric's profile said he liked it rough. Using his free hand, he guided his dripping cock to just behind the boy's cunt and grinned. Without warning, he pushed his full 230 pounds of muscle down on the little bitch and impaled him with one stroke. As he felt his PA against the boy's hole, he instinctively tightened his arm around the boy's neck and forced his cock inside the kid. The boy tried to pull his ass off of Eric's cock, but the cross was in front and Eric's cock was behind. It was no use trying to get away. Eric was stronger than the boy by a long shot and his arm was like steel around the kid's neck. For just a second, he flashed back to his own youth when he was in the same position as this boy, about to be given a gift that would change his life forever. Amused by the boy's reaction, he began relentlessly pounding his cock into the boy's ass. Since that day ten years earlier, Eric had never worn a rubber. The kid would soon understand the gift he was about to receive and like Eric, would soon want nothing more than to share it. Pushing harder and deeper into the young stud's cunt, Eric's balls slapped the boy's ass with fury. The fire in his balls burned as the boy struggled. And then, the feeling started -- a gentle tingle deep in his balls began to stir. Smashing the boy's hips into the cross, the fire in his balls was quickly building pressure and urgency. The little cunt was about to feel the gift exploding from Eric's cock, flooding him from the inside and sharing the dark gift with him. Grinning with the thought of what was about to happen, he slammed his cock as deep into the kid as possible, and then it began. He screamed with pleasure as the boy's ass, wrecked from the viscous fucking, seemed to seize on his cock. As his balls pumped the dirty seed into the boy, he thrust harder and harder careful not to waste one drop of seed. The boy's ass tightened, drinking the dark gift that began burning his innocent cunt. As wave after wave of diseased seed flowed into the boy's guts, Eric felt him relax. He'd felt it before, a man getting his first taste of poison cum, suddenly realizes the gift. Eric's seed was doing its work, passing into the stud's veins, burning into his soul and converting him. Eric thanked his Lord for the boy impaled on his cock as he continued to shoot streams of burning seed into him. The boy was a man now, a brother; forever a servant, branded with the dark seed. Eric's work was done for the night. As the last drops of Eric's seed were greedily swallowed by the boy's ass, he leaned forward to his ear and whispered "Welcome, my brother." Unlike his entry into the boy, Eric began to slowly pull his cock out. Covered in dirty slime, he admired the look of his tool and the tight ass that was reluctantly letting his cock withdraw. As his head began to emerge, he noticed a few thick pieces of cum, slightly obscuring his 999 tattoo. The boy, weak from being used turned around and looked into Eric's eyes. Eric saw the fire of the seed in the boy's eyes. Guiding his new brother gently down to his knees, he allowed the boy to clean the remaining cum from his cock and worship.

** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…

Part 8 I smile at the picture of Mark sleeping on Thomas’ shoulder, before I put the phone back into my pocket. They are heading to a poz sex tour, whatever that is, but for me it is going to be another kind of poz adventure today. Tony is driving us to a private gay beach, his gift giver Alan has recommended. I haven’t met Alan yet, but he sounds like a fun guy. The drive takes over an hour, but Tony and I enjoy the scenery around us. Finally, we arrive in front of an iron gate, which opens as soon as we drive into view of the camera. Tony had to register his number plate beforehand. As we park the car a naked older man comes to us and greets us with a big bear hug. ‘Welcome to Paradize, My name is Beau, Alan told me to hold an eye out for you two.’ ‘Hey’ Tony and I say a little nervous. I look around and see a sign on the wall. Three simple rules: No clothes no condoms no negativity ‘Oh, yes, our rules. I think they are easy to follow, condoms only produce litter, why would anyone want those at the beach. For the clothes, there are changing rooms over there as well as lockers, but of course you could also change here at the car park and put everything in your car. For the negativity part, I guess Alan told you, that this is a private beach for poz men and their friends.’ ‘Ah, not really, he just said, we would have fun’ Tony answers for us both ‘Oh, put one of you is poz, right?’ ‘Yeah, that would be me, Tony … nice to meet you’ ‘You too’ Beau says ‘so, that would mean you are Luke and you are neg at the moment.’ ‘That’s right’ I say, ‘is this a problem?’ ‘Not at all, but you just have to wear this wristband. It shows to the others that you are neg, some of our visitors only want to have sex with other poz men, so they probably won’t come to you. But others are quite horny to get some neg cock and ass, that’s why I think you will be popular today.’ ‘Oh, that sound like great fun’ ‘It is you two, now get out of those clothes and head to the beach, and a day full of sun, water, sex and pozzibilities. Have fun.’ While we walk naked to the beach, I look at the blue wristband, which makes me feel a little nervous, but Tony takes my hand, and I start to relax. I have been off PrEP now for ten days, even though, I only managed to tell my brother yesterday. But I needed to be sure first, and taking Tony’s poz cock every day for the last week just felt right. The beach is beautiful, we look for a perfect spot to relax, but there are already a lot of naked men, lying around. We decide to put our towels in the middle of the hustle, as we are both slowly getting hard. While we make ourselves comfortable, a man steps behind me, his shadow falling over me. He started to put his hand on my lower back, but I turned around rather quickly, and now his hand lies above my cock. I feel his strong and rough hands on my skin, before I manage to look him into his hazel eyes. He looks hot, my cock betraying me as it becomes rock-hard immediately, but his body is just perfection. Not the gym kind of muscle guy, but muscles because of hard work. The roughness of his hands, the lines in his face, the strength in his shoulders. This is a man of purpose, a man of power. He probably is around 40, twice my age, but I fancy him, a lot. Without uttering a single word, he takes my hand and guides me to his towel, which shows a big biohazard symbol. I sit myself down, but he positions me on my back. He pulls my legs apart and lets his body fall slowly down on me. When we are face to face, his eyes wander over my face, before he changes his position slightly, his cock now on my hole. No words have been spoken so far, when I finally want to say something, his mouth meets mine. It is his tongue that penetrates me first, reaching deep into my mouth. My hands slide over his back until they have reached his butt, I signal him with a lustful pull, that he can fuck me now. He didn’t need the encouragement; with slow and considerate pushes he puts pressure on my hole. Suddenly, my body opens up for him, and the tip of his cock enters my ass. But as soon as I am open, he lets all the gentleness go. After the tip he slams his dry cock inside me, his balls hitting my ass, while pain and pleasure run through my body. With increased speed and force he fucks me rough, pushing his cock deeper. As he changes positions again, now holding my legs in his hands, while he focusses on his cock entering me relentlessly, I realise that I am getting fucked in the middle of a beach. I turn my head slightly to the left and see a few men masturbate, while on the right a lot of them just keep going on with their conversations. Sadly, I cannot see Tony, as our spot is over my head. This moment of clarity also brings to me the realisation, that this man is poz, as he is not wearing a blue wristband. So, this man is the first poz cock after Tony, that fucks me since I’m off PrEP, he might be the one to convert me or give the gift, and I have no idea who he is. Another change in position brings me back to the fuck. The man has now put one of my legs over his should, while he pushes the other to the side. My hole is more exposed than before, and his cock slide in more deeply. He increases his thrust again, and starts to lean forward, bringing his body and my leg towards my chest. With a primal look his eyes focus on my face and he kisses me again, my leg pressed between our bodies. I feel his cock twitching, understanding that this poz man will shoot his toxic load inside me. Again, he increases his thrusting and with a final push he comes deep inside me, his warm toxic cum buried deep. He pulls out immediately and offers me his cock for cleaning. I sit myself up, taking his beautiful cock into my mouth licking the mixture of poz cum, ass juice and sweat. As I finally let his cock leave my mouth I notice a small scorpion tattoo on his hip, buried under his pubic hair. He kisses me a final time, and then he lays down on his towel, apparently done with me. I get up and want to walk back to Tony, but my towel and Tony are occupied as he is getting fucked by a massive bodybuilder. A little unsure what to do, with the cum of the last fuck still inside me, I turn around to the men, who masturbated while I was getting fucked. My instinct was right, they waved me to come to them, so I did. In less than a minute I have my second cock of the day in my ass and another in my mouth. Apparently, the man, who has his cock up my ass is Aaron, a big beefy bear, probably in his early 30s. He is incredibly hairy, especially his back, with a huge cock and a shining biohazard tattoo on his hip. In my mouth I have his husband, Darren, a skinny, smooth twink my age. After the silent fuck of the man before, Aaron startles me as he starts to dirty talk, but I get into the rhythm rather quickly. ‘Well, you little bug chaser slut, let me knock you up. My husband has already gotten the gift from me, so you will receive it too. I’m quite the twink converter.’ ‘Yes, Aaron, give it to me. Fuck me. Shoot you toxic poz load inside me.’ ‘Come on hubby, knock him up, this little slut works hard for your poz cum, so give it to him’ The talk turns us three into wild animals, despite rough almost violent thrusting inside my holes, they also scratch and bite my back, shoulders and ass. Darren, takes his cock out of my mouth to position himself below me, now sucking me off, I bend further down, retaking his cock in my mouth. It only takes us two a few minutes to shoot our loads while 69ing. His cum tastes very sweet, I make sure to swallow every little drop of it. He also takes all my cum into his mouth, but he doesn’t swallow. He comes to my face and gives me a deep kiss, making sure I swallow almost all of my own cum, which is a little bitter, but still fucking tasty. Aaron is still fucking me, while we two snowball each other, but I feel his cock twitching inside me, getting ready to take another poz load today. He takes me by the arms and pulls my back towards his hairy chest, when he positioned me as he wanted, his arms wrapped around my body to hold me in place. I can feel all the eyes of the men on the beach on me as Aaron increases his thrusting. With a final push against my ass, his load of toxic cum is shot into my ass. It takes him almost eleven shoots to empty his balls completely inside me. During that time he bit me in my shoulder again, this time leaving stronger marks. I fall back on all fours, getting an encouraging slap on the ass from Aaron. ‘That was great, we should do this again, we are here the whole day’ I make my way back to my towel, which is now free. Tony lying happily on his own. As I sit myself down, I feel something sticky on my ass, apparently the guys who fucked Tony left a souvenir for me on my towel. So, the slut I am I lick it clean as no load can go to waste. Tony laughs and then gives me a deep kiss. Within minutes we two are fucking each other, enjoying the feeling of being watched. We stay at the beach until late afternoon and leave with a lot more loads inside us, a second and third from Aaron and Darren. My hole is wracked, and all the cum is dripping out freely while I walk back to the car. I hand in my blue wristband, hoping that the next time I won’t need it any more. While we are on the way back home, my phone rings. I have gotten two new messages, one from Mark and one from Chad, which is weird as Chad and I haven’t spoken for two weeks now. The one from Mark reads: Hi Luke, just to let you know we have landed safely. We will talk to you tomorrow, apparently Thomas has to be initiated as he is one of only four neg men here. Hope you had fun at the beach. The other is from Chad: Hi, Lukey, guess who is on the same poz sex tour as your one and only former fuckbuddy. Right, you 'straight' brother and he lost initiation today, but see for yourself. I reluctantly open a picture he has send me, and on it I see Chad, now with a fresh biohazard tattoo around his belly button, fucking my smiling brother.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 2 Dr Matthew froze for a few moments. This must have been the guy who loaded him full of poz cum a few years prior. He remembered every detail and almost nightly, for over 7 years, has played it back in his head before falling asleep. For it was then, at night, tired from long days of preaching safe sex and PrEP use to his patients, that the encounter with the biohazard guy at the glory hole would puncture his steely resolve, and memories of Keith’s huge poz weapon penetrating and unloading pure HIV seed into Matthew’s hole. Of course, it had to be Keith who was on the other side of the partition, who else would have that license plate? He made up his mind, right then and there, not to hire the tall, hot nurse with the full beard and tufts of dark chest hair spilling over the top of his scrubs, his buff arms straining against the material. “No, don’t hire him,” he said to himself “no matter how good a nurse he might be,” he had convinced himself. Or so he thought. “Welcome to the practice”, he found himself saying to Keith 20 minutes later. Keith had handled himself well in the interview, answering all the questions and even strongly implied that he could bring in a following of new patients who would need HIV care, but not going into details about how and why they’d be newly poz patients. Dr. Matthew heard all of this on one level, but inside his mind he was replaying that quickie at the arcade with this gorgeous specimen of manhood who unbeknownst to Keith had planted his poz pole up Matthew’s ass and seeded him deeply with a huge load of toxic HIV cum. Dr Matthew struggled to keep his composure, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as his cock was responding in an unprofessional NSFW way. By every measure, Keith became a model employee and was quickly advanced to the Head Nurse position. To Dr. Matthew, he became indispensable. And sure enough, Keith would refer a lot of new patients to Dr. Matthew’s practice, all gay men and almost all newly pozzed. Most of them would get put on meds right away and be content with that. A few, however, deferred meds until “some point in the future,” as a lot of them would say. Dr. Matthew, being the open-minded doctor he had trained to be, and wanting to be responsive to his patients’ needs, listened carefully and would always advise guys to start meds, but if that wasn’t their wish, he would counsel them on how to stay healthy and not spread the virus. It went on like that for a couple of years, preaching meds, or safe sex and condoms and as soon as Dr. Matthew would finish up and leave the exam room, he’d head back to his office, close the door, and grab his expanding cock and jerk it furiously at the thought of poz guys loading him up with HIV. He knew in his head it was wrong, but his cock said otherwise. Eventually, he started noticing guys coming back for follow-up appointments with biohazard or scorpion tats on them, usually just above crotch level or prominently on one bicep or both. Even a few guys boldly had the words “HIV” or “AIDS” tattooed on them. Then, the dark Xs started making an appearance as tats on guys…and they began to proliferate on their subjects. Eric, a new patient Keith referred, even had 5 Xs branded across his abdomen. And fewer and fewer of his newly pozzed patients would start meds right away. He felt his education of his pozzed patients starting not to take hold with them and wondered what he could do or say differently. On the first day that new patient Randy came in, Dr. Matthew delivered his standard speech about meds and Randy said he’d get the Rx filled right away. Matthew watched as Randy left the building and threw away the pamphlets and the prescription in a trash can. Randy returned late on a Friday afternoon about 6 few months later for follow-up labs and he noticed 2 black Xs inked across his mid-section. Finally, he worked up the courage to ask: “Randy, if you don’t mind my asking, and you can tell me to MYOB, but what are the Xs meant to represent?” Randy, already a veteran poz father to over 20 men, spoke up and for the first time, proudly and unashamedly articulated the concept of The Ten to the young idealistic well-meaning doctor. “Each one stands for 10 guys I’ve helped into the brotherhood of HIV,” doc”, Randy explained. “Every 10th guy we poz, we get another X marked on us. There’s a whole brotherhood of guys pozzing chasers. It’s an incredibly powerful feeling knowing your HIV is gifted to someone else!” Dr. Matthew had suspected this was the case, as so many of Keith’s friends came in as new patients, all of them poz – some of them to go on meds, and some not. Still, the idea that there was an organized group of men doing this was way beyond what he could comprehend. His mind was reeling at the thought of Randy and Keith and all the other hot poz men he’s been treating. He hurried through the rest of the appointment, only pausing to look at and explain to Randy’s his viral load numbers and they were impressive…Still, Randy was in good health and professed no symptoms other than a greatly enhanced libido, for which he smiled at the thought. “Doc, since I went poz,” Randy explained “I’m thinking about breeding every hour of every day…if a day goes by where I don’t blow my poz load inside at least one dude, I’m an unhappy guy. Luckily, nearly every day I get to fuck at least one chaser…and I wouldn’t have it any other way, Doc!” This was the last appointment for the week, and he saw Randy to the door, then turned back to his office, the lab printouts still in his hand. The young idealistic doctor took the papers to his office, locking the door behind him and closing the shades on the window. He laid the papers on his desk, sitting in his big chair and quickly unbuttoned and lowered his pants. His cock was already rigid and as he looked at the results: Viral Load, CD4 count, and thinking of all the men in this burgeoning group called “The Ten,” rejoicing and spreading HIV at will…he could not control his cock or the thoughts racing in his head. He stood up and with a few final frantic tugs on his hard member, he blew his load over the papers, the neg load pooling right where the Randy’s HIV numbers were. He felt possessed by the thought of going POZ…he knew it was wrong on so many levels but once the idea imprinted itself in his brain, he couldn’t help it - he felt powerless to resist. He knew he was a medical professional with a reputation to uphold , so he decided that if he was going to indulge in bug-chasing, he would at least go out of town to do it, where no one he knew might see him. That’s why early Saturday morning, he was on the I-10 to Palm Springs. Atypically, traffic was mercifully light, and in a bit over 2 hours, the young doctor rolled up to the Cathedral City Men’s Club, a place he had heard about from Keith. A banner inside the entrance proclaimed “PIG WEEK 2025 .” He went into the office and there was one available room left. The desk clerk alerted him to the shower hose in the bathroom for prepping one’s hole, and told him where the “play areas” were on the grounds. One hour later, Dr. Matthew ventured over to the play area which was a black tented area, the entrance obscured by thick heavy curtains. He went in and let his eyes adjust from the bright desert sunshine to the dark environment. He was ready, he was going to take any and all loads that these Palm Springs guys had to offer. Finding an available sling in the corner, he settled in it, his feet in the stirrups and his near-virgin hole exposed. Did he know what he was doing or how to act in this place? Not entirely…but his hardening cock and twitching hole led him into the sling. He closed his eyes and waited. It wasn’t a long wait. Soon, a warm hand was fingering at his hole, then a warm tongue flicking and finding its way inside him. He moved with the motions of the guy rimming him and finally opening his eyes, saw the man positioning his hard raw cock at Matthew’s opening, forcing its way inside and settling in balls-deep inside the young idealistic doctor who knew in his head this was wrong but was powerless to stop it. The guy fucked him for awhile but then vacated his hole for another dude in a sling to the left. Dr. Matthew was briefly disappointed but within seconds a new guy took his place inside the young doctor’s hole. “Oh, it’s like a try-out all the merchandise for these guys,” he thought to himself as the second man withdrew and moved on and was soon replaced by a 3rd cock in his ass. And this went on for some time, until the very first man to penetrate him returned and resumed his fucking of Matthew…With his eyes acclimated to the dark, he made out the outline of a scorpion tat on the guys pec. This was a poz cock he was getting! The guy heaved and huffed and finally announced that he was going to breed the young doctor: “Take that dirty poz load you fucking whore!” he exclaimed as eight or nine shots of toxic semen got blasted inside Matthew’s guts. A few of the top men gathered around, Matthew recognizing the 2nd guy from earlier who said to the breeder as his load was delivered into Matthew’s butt: “Nice, Frankie, get that unmedicated seed up in the little bitch,” and with that Frankie pulled out and the second man went back inside the doctor “I’m gonna blow, take that poz cum, you little fucking slut!” This brought a few more men to cluster around the sling and soon enough Matthew had four, then five, then six poz loads up his hole. The men were relentless in their fucking…no sooner would they drop a viral load in the young doctor’s cunt would they move on to whoever was in the next sling and repeat the insemination there. Was it really like Randy and Keith said that the virus demands multiple breedings and wills it to be so? Medically speaking, he knew that didn’t really make sense, but here was contrary evidence as these poz unmedicated viral men repeatedly blew their dirty loads up Matthew’s ass, and also his sling neighbors. This went on for over 2 hours during which Matthew figured he’d taken at least 15 loads of viral cum from about 10 guys. The guy they called Frankie contributed 5 of those and from what Matthew could tell, Frankie spent a lot of time fucking the other guys in the room, but only would load up Matthew’s hole. “I wanna give my HIV babies a fighting chance up in that newby cunt of yours, kid,” Frankie said as his 5th load of HIV cum was blasted into Matthew’s hole “increase my odds that it’s my strain that’s infecting you into the brotherhood, pig!” Finally, Matthew’s blown-out hole had had enough and as the crowd of men had thinned out, the young idealistic doctor took himself out of the sling and, unsteadily at first, made his way to the exit. Frankie, spying him as he was leaving came up to him wielding a lucite buttplug. “Here, get this up that bug trap of yours, brother…let those AIDS-loads soak in, you don’t wanna lose any,” and he roughly bent Matthew forward and the plug found its way inside Matthew’s blown-out cunt with ease. Matthew retreated to his room, his mind abuzz with what he had done. He was so excited and keyed up that, finally falling onto the motel bed, his cock once again sprang to life, and shot a hands-free load of neg cum up into the air. “Was this my last neg load, or my first poz one,” he wondered to himself as he relaxed, plug in place holding all that HIV inside him. After a long nap with the plug inside him, Matthew started to feel hungry…he hadn’t eaten all day, so he took himself to a local bistro…his mind was still swirling at what he had done but his hole, wet with poz cumloads and stuffed with Frankie’s buttplug, felt sated. He was looking over the menu when he heard his name. “Matthew?” someone called. He looked up and there was his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli, from whom Matthew had bought the medical practice 2 years earlier. “What are you doing in P.S?” Martinelli asked, as Matthew motioned for his mentor to join him and Dan sat across from him. “Just a quick getaway,” the young doctor replied “I needed a little holiday…and what about you?” “Oh, as you know, I live here now…I’m meeting some friends for dinner, they’re in town for a…convention,” he said, “at the men’s club down the road. Oh, here they come now.” Matthew looked up from the menu and past his mentor Dr. Martinelli, to see none other than Frankie and 2 of the other poz men who just a couple of hours ago, blew their toxic cum up Matthew’s ass. Matthew thought to himself how retirement agreed with Dan Martinelli, with his salt-and-pepper hair and beard and his tall frame, with the same green eyes. He was rocking a hot body for a man in his 60s…thin but muscular in his sleeveless T and shorts. Frankie and company approached and greeted their friend Dan. “How do you know this little cumwhore, Dan?” Frankie asked, in his usual booming voice, to which Martinelli spun around and said to Frankie “Him? You mean Matthew?” “Fuck yes! We spent the afternoon loading up that little bitch with HIV, and he took 5 loads alone from me, and a lot more from these guys” Frankie announced, pointing to his friends. “Why, Matthew, a man of hidden talents,” Martinelli smirked at his young protégé. Frankie and his entourage moved over to their table, and Martinelli turned back to Matthew and said “I need to go join them, but when did you start chasing, Matthew?” “I guess you could say it started today in reality,” he replied “but it’s been building inside me for awhile.” Dr. Martinelli nodded in agreement:“Yeah, I spent my career trying to keep guys negative, but once I retired, I stopped my meds so I could pass the gift around, and I’ve never been happier.” and with that Dr. Martinelli lifted up his shirt and revealed several bio tats and a dark X tattooed on his furry midsection. “Got my 10th poz son just a couple of weeks ago. Such an incredible feeling to create poz sons with your strain!” With that, Martinelli joined his friends, greeting each of them with a deep kiss and laughing at the depravity of pozzing up guys at will and dropping HIV loads into the little idealistic doctor. As Matthew resumed looking at the menu, his phone buzzed: a text from Dr. Martinelli: “Hey, you want some more loads? I didn’t get to go to the Men’s Club earlier, but my cock is gonna burst if I don’t get some relief. Balls full of HIV babies for you, kid. Meet me in the parking lot…now!” Dr. Matthew and Dr. Dan Martinelli met 30 seconds later in the parking lot, Martinelli taking his protégé’s arm and leading him behind a dumpster. “Right here, in the open?” Matthew said as Dan was leading him by the elbow “don’t you think…” “I’m not asking permission, whore,” Dan interrupted. “We’re doing this right here and right now, my balls are gonna fucking explode. When you poz up, Matty, you’ll understand. It takes over your whole being, to breed and seed and replicate,” he said, loosening Matthew’s belt and dropping his pants. A hard push on Matthew’s back sent him leaning against the wall, and Dr. Dan unbuttoned his own jeans and spit on his raging boner. Removing the buttplug Frankie had shoved inside Matthew’s cunt, and with the benefit of the streetlamp above, Dr. Dan could see Matthew’s gaped hole glistening with AIDS-cum from Frankie and Co. The buttplug also glistened with the cumloads of so many men who fucked and bred the young doctor and Martinelli shoved it into Matthew’s mouth. “Taste that poz cum straight outta your hole, you little bug-chasing bitch. You like taking those bugs, boy?” he said as he positioned his HIV pole against the young doctor’s hole. “Here are some more for you,” and he plunges his toxic fuckstick up inside Matthew, the cum already up there making it silky smooth and inviting. “Oh, baby boy, I’m not gonna last long in this cummy pussy of yours, get ready for my poison load. Pure high-viral unmedicated AIDS-cum for your greedy cumhole.” Dr. Dan thrust deeper up Matthew’s cunt and delivered fresh shots of HIV inside the young doctor, about 9 cumblasts in all. “I’m super viral now that I stopped my meds over a year ago,” I know we’ll never know for sure, but I hope it’s my strain that turns you,” he said, shuddering and shaking with his cock depositing the last few drops of HIV inside Matthew. He withdraws his cummy pozzing stick from the young doctor’s hole, replacing it again with the buttplug. “I’m going back to my friends now, whore,” he says, reaching for his phone. “I’m texting you my address. I’ll unlock the door with my phone app, just make yourself comfortable. By ‘comfortable’, I mean ass up and waiting…I’m not done with you.” Dr. Matthew did as instructed, and 90 minutes later, Dr. Dan returned home and found the young doctor ass up and waiting. Over that night, Dr. Dan forcefully filled his cunt with 3 more loads of HIV that evening and finally at 3am released him from his dominance and Matthew returned to the hotel wiped out, his happy hole remaining plugged, absorbing all those sweet viral loads. He would have a lot to tell his nurse Keith on Monday morning but for now, Dr. Matthew Joon Hill, noted safe-sex and condom advocate, who had written thousands of prescriptions for PrEP to his patients, went to sleep with about 18 poz loads soaking into his hole. He slept sounder than he had done in years. End of Chapter 2

So my Pops and me are really close...He's a straight guy but loves me and has definitely been cool with me being gay...some of you may have read a few stories about our relationship on BZ. For those that haven't..we've hung out at strippers joints and shit...lost my virginity to a female stripper he introduced me too and banged together ...We went to a porn store together where he saw me getting blown through a gloryhole...we go to the nude beach alot..etc etc... Yet I have to be honest as I know that some have mailed me on BZ and asked if we fucked but, guys we really haven't..He is straight and my Dad...we're just close and very much alike and I wouldn't trade this stud of a Dad for anything. So setting up the type of honest and open relationship I have with him, let me tell you what happened yesterday and the last time I came! LOL! So he had picked me up that morning to head down to San Diego for a project my Dad's business is involved in...we worked all day and when we came home that evening...Dad and I decided we'd grab dinner to take back to my place then eat and have a few beers.... So after we arrived I practically swallowed my hamburger whole cause I was starving, turned on the TV, grabbed a beer for Dad then left him on couch ,eating, so I could jump in the shower.... After I got out and was toweling off I walked back into the living room, sat down with a towel around me, and opened my beer... No sooner did I get a gulp down, my Dad asked me what the hell is Pig Sweat? I practically spewed my beer over the coffee table and busted out laughing!... He'd gotten up to get some ice water and when he opened the freezer to grab some ice , he saw my popper bottles...I had a new bottle of Pig Sweat for my Bro. I also had Amsterdam, Rush, and Fisted in the freezer to keep them fresh. I said well they are solvents that gay guys sniff to get a rush during sex. He asked me if they were legal and safe....I said yes and also generally safe...just don't use them with viagra.. He was genuinely curious and I thought, at first, he was teasing me about being naive about them but, he really never heard of them... So then asked me what do they do...I told him that they give a great rush in the head, chest, and body and it can enhance your orgasm....I then didn't hold anything back and said for gay guy that's gonna get butt fucked, the poppers will relax your ass.. He started laughing and we sat and watched TV for minute..He then said what else do you use them for....I said that some guys like using them for getting fisted and/or jerking off....So he got I wild hair up his ass and said let me try them... Now I wasn't shocked that he asked me cause, well, I know my Dad, so I jumped up and grabbed the Pig Sweat. He proceeded to Google information about them. So after a few minutes of struggling to get the wrapper of the top of the bottle (I can't be only one that struggles with the plastic wrap on the top of popper bottles?)I told my Dad that it's even worse when your trying to fuck AND take the wrapper off! We laughed about that too... So I said I'll show him how to sniff the bottle and I'll give the bottle to him and he can then try...I took a hit with both nostrils and as the rush hit me, I realized I'm fucking hitting poppers with my straight old man!!!! He staring at me with a curious look and then said 'damn your face, neck, and chest got really red'...I said that's the intensity of the rush you feel... ...I hand the bottle over to him and proceeds to sniff from the bottle with each nostril....I tell him to be careful as it can burn your nose... He immediately leans his head back, closes his eyes, and said what the fucking hell! He gets all the signs of a good rush and his face flushes... I said you ok? He said if he had this shit back when he was my age, his jerk off sessions would have been on a whole different level....and I probably would have had few extra siblings cause he would have powerfucked my mom constantly on this shit! Now this asshole gets up, with my bottle, and said 'night, son!' and left with them..I started laughing and then proceeded to continue watching TV. My bro comes over later and we proceed to fuck...he gets up to get poppers and he's like Dude, where is the Pig Sweat? Sorry, but my Dad took your favorite! I proceed to tell him what happened....he wasn't surprised cause he's gotten to know my dad...later though as he's fucking my ass, he starts the dirty talk about how I corrupted my Dad and getting him hook on poppers etc...I not sure was more turned on, my Bro or me? About hour later, my Dad calls me and Bro answered my phone. He laughs and then said sure thing. He then hangs up, looks at me , and said that my Dad and me are definitely like! My Dad had called to say he had the best jerk off session to girl on girl porn with the poppers and asked for me to buy him a bottle or two.. I texted my dad and said that I had his back and I'll run by the porn store tomorrow to grab some....He texted back and said not to worry and that he's jumping in the car to drive to the porn store now to buy himself the poppers! I texted back and said "that a boy!" As I started to fuck my bro again...I realized I definitely got my dad hooked on poppers!

I try to make my bottoms cum when I breed them. However they'll have to cum after me, otherwise most will refuse to continue getting fucked.

Ok, guys. Here it is. More action this time. Thanks for the past reactions and comments. As I wrote before, the poz theme and writing style was new for me. I'm thinking one more chapter after this to wrap it up. Hope you enjoy. Coach Sanders 4 Next day, Coach told us we were going back to the gym. My gym. The one where it all went down. He’d fed us some clouds before. Not too much. Just enough to get us chasing it. We walked in. Front desk guy nodded. No smile. Just that look like he knew what was coming. We got dressed. Same gear as before. Inside, the usual hum. Plates clanking. Music low. A couple guys glanced over. One lifted his chin, then dropped back into deadlifts. No drama. Just recognition. Coach headed straight to the rack. We followed. “Start with pulls,” Coach said, “Then we build.” I gripped the bar. It was heavier than usual. Realized that was the point. Greg was behind me, counted slow. Coach watched my form. The reps stacked. Breath shortened. Sweat hit the mat. Coach didn’t praise. Didn’t correct. Just nodded once when I racked the bar. Then loaded the next set. Told me rows, then sleds. I dropped into position. Gripped the bar. It moved like it was stuck in cement. Every pull a fight. Nothing smooth. Just grind and breath. The sound of Greg counting slow behind me. We moved to sleds. Then trap bar carries. No breaks. We were soaked through. Gear clinging, see through, stretched tight across our pecs. Tight across our bulges. Just like before. Everything showed. Greg caught one guy staring. Smirked. “Told you,” he muttered, just loud enough for me to hear. “Words out. They'll be lining up for that ass of yours.” Coach didn’t react. Just loaded the next set like none of it mattered. “Last round,” he said. “Make it count.” I dug in. Pushed. Pulled. He watched the final rep. Didn’t nod. Just said, “Enough.” I was cooling down, gear soaked, breath started to settle. Coach was by the door, talking to Jack. The trainer from before. Jack just smiled my way. Pocketed something. Turned to leave. Greg was stretched out next to me, pecs rising slow. Eyes half-closed. He motioned to the presses. Told me I had a fan. I checked it out. Saw him. Mid-thirties, lean build. Not soft. Not bulky. Hair buzzed close, jaw sharp, eyes steady. Hadn’t seen him here before. Schedules probably didn’t mesh. Then he walked over. Looked down at Greg, then back to me. “Looking good,” he said, grabbing my ass. Voice low. No small talk. “I hear you’ve been offering up that ass.” I wiped my face, nodded back. “Yep.” He stepped closer, not crowding. “Let’s go.” I looked at Greg, still cooling down. Now half-asleep on the mat. Coach glanced over. Gave a shrug, like go ahead. We walked past the showers, past the rows of locker. Into the corner where the light was low. The walls didn’t echo too much. He straddled the bench. I pulled off my soaked T-shirt, dropped it on the floor. Stretched out, arms up, abs tight. He sat there. Nodded. Like yeah, he liked it. Next I turned around. Peeled off my tights, slow. Steady. Fabric stuck for a second before sliding down. I stepped out of them, planted my feet. Gave him a better look. Then let him see my ass. Tight. Showed how much work I’d done. Every step, every rep. It was there. “Fuck yeah,” he growled, tossing his gear. Hands spread my ass. “Goddamn.” I smiled, flexed my glutes. “Coach makes me train legs three times a week. Said if I wanted to get attention, I’d need to work on it.” I shifted my stance. Straddled the bench. Bent over. Relaxed, then tightened up my hole. He saw it. Grunted at the shape, depth. Control. Wasn’t showing off. Just let it speak for itself. “Fuck yeah,” he growled behind me, spreading me open with his fingers. Felt the loads Coach and Greg had dumped in me. “Nice sloppy hole.” I pushed back. Told him I needed it. Begged. He growled. Stood. Positioned himself at my hole. I pushed back. “Shit!” I gasped at the size but kept on taking it. I eased myself about halfway. Pulled out. Left the head in me. Then slammed down. Tried to fuck myself with all 9 inches. I craved it. Picked up speed. He didn’t need to do anything. I was doing it all. He just stayed there steadying himself, moaning. Felt my hole wrapped around his shaft. Tight, like a vise. The sound of our grunts filled the empty space. I kept on. My hole needed to be fed. I couldn’t stop. Slammed back into him. Suddenly he took over. Shoved me down on the bench. Started pounding into me. I lay there. Hard cock rubbing against the wooden plank. He reached under me. Grabbed my pecs. Pinched my now swollen nips. Yeah, by this point Coach had done a number on them. Said there’d be no way to hide them. Not that I’d even try now. I yelled out. Tightened up more on his thickening cock. “Goddamn fuck!” he yelled, falling on my sweaty back, and fed my hungry hole with hot load. We stayed there, him on top of me. My still hard cock against my abs underneath. “Damn,” he said, rolling off, and stood. “You’ll be here tomorrow?” “Yeah,” I told him. “A few more days. Then go back to classes. Back to my regular times.” That’s when Greg walked in. Stopped, saw my dripping hole. “You two need a minute?” he joked, interrupting us. I smirked, eyes on the guy’s slimy cock. “Naw. We’re good.” The guy laughed, low and quiet. Then glanced at me, then back at Greg. “Tomorrow. Noon. I wanna hit that again.” I smiled. Fingered my sloppy hole. Pecs twitching. Could feel his eyes on me now. Told him I’d be there. He grabbed his gear. Looked back one last time. “Good. I won’t go so easy on you next time.” Then left. “Yep, definitely a fan,” Greg grinned, straddling the bench behind me. He leaned into my hole. Blew into it. I moaned. Felt his tongue dig into me, lap it up. Fuck! It was still tender from the rut. Finally he slapped my ass, told me to sit up. Wrapped his arms around me. Grabbed my nips. I sat back against his sweaty pecs. Turned my face to his. We kissed. Swapped the load. A few guys had come to the spot by then. One of them, Dan, raised his eyebrows. “Fuck. You keep doing that around here and expect us not to get ideas?” I laughed. Greg grinned. Pulled a couple rigs from his waistband. Said Coach had taken care of it. No interruptions. The room shifted. Energy thick. One by one, the others nodded. No words. Just that look. They wanted in. And we were ready to give it to them. The rest of my break was the same. Work out. Slam. Then loads from anyone who wanted me. School was finally back in session. Crowds, lectures, noise. I couldn’t sit still. Mind kept drifting. Cock. Loads. I needed it. Then I saw him crossing the quad. Solid. Pecs tight in a polo, arms flexed. Could make out the lines from his jockstrap through his shorts. Probably fresh from the gym. Walked like he didn’t care who stared. He looked at me. Held it. He knew. I unzipped my hoodie. Let him see me. No shirt on. Pecs hard. Abs showed when I moved. Legs solid in tight jeans. Bulge popped. He tilted his head toward the library. No words. Just a look. I followed. Close, but not too close. He walked through the main doors. Passed the front desk. Stopped at the stairs. Looked back. Made sure I was there. He nodded. Went down. Basement level. Didn’t slow. Kept moving. Straight down the hall toward the bathroom. Went in. I followed. Let the door swing shut. Locked it. Was just us now. Saw him at the urinal. No sound of piss hitting though. I moved next to him. Eyes down on his cock. Uncut. A handful. He just stood there. Shook his cock. Teased me. Then covered up. “Fucking fag. I knew it,” he growled, grabbing my neck, tight. I froze. Couldn’t breathe. Thought this is it. I’m dead. Then, he smiled, pulling me in for a kiss. “You WERE checking me out a couple of months ago.” It was him! The one who clocked me! We went at it. He tossed his polo. Tossed my hoodie. Hands went over each other’s hairless pecs. Down over ripped abs. Felt each other up. Cocks were hard. I unzipped my jeans. Pulled them down. He pushed me against the sink. Smiled. Saw my jockstrap. Stuck a finger in my hole. Called me a goddamn fucking cumdump. I moaned. Told him I needed a load. Bad. “Fucking show me how bad,” he barked, standing back. Arms up. Hands behind his neck. Pits smooth. Shaved. Fucking cock bulging out his shorts. I tossed my jeans. Dropped to my knees. Looked up. Moaned. Saw his pecs stacked like a shelf. Nips thick, pushed down. Out against the muscle. Abs cut. Obliques flared. Veins running down his arms, thick across his forearms. I was jealous. He stepped closer. Just enough to smell the sweat and musk coming from his crotch. I pulled down his shorts, jockstrap. Freed his cock. Was fucking drooling. I leaned in. Dragged my tongue up his shaved ball sac. Up his shaft. Into his ripe foreskin. Was fucking moaning from the stench hitting my nostrils. Then took him down. “Fuck, dude!” he moaned, pulling me up. Pushed me back towards the sink. “Need to breed that hole!” He kicked my legs apart. Bent me over. Ran his cock up, down my crack. Could feel my hole twitching. I begged for his load. He groaned. Forced his way in. My hands shot out. Grabbed the sink. He bottomed out. I held on. Kept hitting my prostate, hard. Our moans echoed in the tiled room. His cock rammed into me. I whimpered. Told him to fucking breed me. He just laughed. Fucking said I belonged there. In the fucking basement, taking loads all day. Like the fucking cumdump I was. He was right. I did! Was! Coach had seen to it. I’d spent most of break taking loads at the gym. And now I’d just followed this guy. Was getting bred in a public bathroom on campus. He pulled halfway out. Slammed back into me. Could hear him panting. Struggle for breath. His cock pulsed in my hole. He gripped my hips. Pushed in again. Then he said it. Told me he was poz. Said Coach had told him to keep an eye out for me. Been told I’d turned. Was hunting poz loads now. I moaned. Couldn't believe my luck. He kept on. Rammed his cock in me. I begged for his load. Told him Coach had made me a poz cumdump. Always on the hunt. Always ready for a load. That did it! He slammed into me. Coated my hole with his toxic jock load. I fucking loved it! He let go of my hips. Pulled out. I took a breath. Fell to my knees. He smirked. Grabbed my head. Shoved his cock in my mouth. I took it. Wanted to taste his load. My juices. I stayed on him. Cleaned it like usual. Couldn’t get enough. Then he told me was worth the wait. Lots of guys were waiting for the word. Would make sure it got out. Then he stiffened. Moaned, “Bro, I really gotta piss.” I didn’t stop. Just wrapped my lips tighter on the head. Looked up at him. He hesitated. Warned me again. I kept at it. Then his lips curled. Knew what I wanted. His piss. He relaxed. It came spurting out, hot. Into my mouth. I clamped down. Swallowed. He didn’t stop. Pissed like a fucking racehorse. Could taste it in my mouth. On my tongue. Salty. Sharp. I gulped. Then we heard it. Someone trying to get in. We stood still. Piss still going down my throat. Then footsteps went away. The flow slowed. Stopped. He shook the last drops on my tongue. Stepped back. “I’m Todd,” he said, pulling up his jockstrap, shorts. “Ben,” I told him. He put on his polo. Grinned. Said he knew. Walked to the door. Told me get dressed. Wait 5 minutes. I’d see him again. I nodded. Saw him check the hallway. Then leave. I grabbed my clothes. Thought about what happened. I should’ve put them on. Left. But I didn’t. Went to the last stall instead. Sat down. Waited. It didn’t take long. Heard the door open. Footsteps echoed. Stopped. Saw the beat-up work boots under the stall door. Bucket next to him. Janitor. I looked up. His fingers curled on top of the stall door. Then pushed. He was about Coach’s age. Built like he used to be something. Shoulders wide, wrists thick. But the years had softened him. Gut hanging, face worn deep. Silver buzz cut, jaw still sharp. Saw me sitting on the toilet. Nothing on but my jockstrap. His eyes scanned me. Took his time. Could see he was impressed. Then he caught the look in my eye. Saw what I wanted. What I was offering. He parked the bucket, leaned on the mop like it was part of him. Eyes steady, unreadable. Then smirked. Walked in. Said show me what you got. I stood up. Faced the wall. Straddled the bowl. Hands on the wall. He grunted at my sloppy hole. Didn’t mention the obvious mess leaking out. I didn’t have to say it. Just bent my knees. Squatted. Kept my head down. He smacked my ass. Let his cock out. Said, yeah, that’s what I thought. Found me a goddamn fag. Then shoved it in. I gulped. He went deeper. No time, his wiry pubes were scratching at my ass. I’d shaved that morning. Then he started on me. Rough. Hard. Like a fucking rutting pig. I pushed at the wall. Braced myself. Took all of it. “Gonna fucking cream that faggot ass,” he growled, gripping my hips till they hurt. Bruised. I accepted it. The way he talked to me. Told him to do it. Told him to fucking cream my faggot ass. I wanted it. That got him going. He shoved it in to the hilt. I bore down. He pushed in one last time with a grunt. Exploded deep in me. Then pulled out. Told me turn around. Slapped my face with his cock. I didn’t need to be told. I licked off his cum. And Todd’s cum from before. He kept staring at me. Disgusted. Snarled. He turned. Didn’t even close the stall door behind him. Told me I had 5 minutes. Then walked out. I sat there. Hard. Knew I’d be back for more. Was hooked! In between everything going on, I’d kept in touch with Chuck. Just like Coach told me to. We started to meet up at the gym. Talk about Coach. How he’d got me in shape. How he’d pushed me harder than anyone. Chuck leaned in when I talked about the workouts. About what came after. Told him most of it. How Coach turned me into a musclejock. Into a fucking cumdump. Yeah, he’d been there that first time at my gym, so he knew that part. But not the part about how Coach had bumped me. Pozzed me. That I’d ended up begging for it. How he took me to the old gym after. Had been gang banged. That part was Coach’s call. Chuck soaked it up. Said he wanted to be reworked, like me. Started pushing for it harder. Asking more questions. I watched him close from then on. His body started showing the work. Shoulders looked fuller. Pecs had real shape. Arms thicker. Would pop even more smooth. Even the way he moved had more control. More power behind it. And I'd been telling Coach. Honestly I liked it. Spending time with him. Had always wanted a bud to talk about things. Sure, Greg was still around. But he was older. Been around this for years. Had his own plans. Plus, yeah, Chuck was fucking me. So were a few others there. Fucker couldn’t wait to take me in the back post-workout. Hell. I never left without a couple of loads in me. But always gave him first crack. It kept him coming back. He’d watch how I moved. How smooth my body looked. How the sweat rolled off my pumped muscles. Then he’d watch me take cock. Wouldn’t say much. Just leaned against the wall, took it all in. Like he wanted that for himself. We talked about it. Asked him once what he was thinking when I got fucked by the guys there. He smiled. Said he was just watching how much I was into it. And yeah, how much he envied me. Told him he had to try it. Join in. He just looked me over. Said he’d do it, if I fucked him to get things started. Course I laughed. Told him I liked taking it too much. It was true. But yeah couldn’t tell him Coach had other plans for him. Coach brought it up one night months later. Just me and him at his place. Asked how it was going. I grinned. Told him Chuck was locked in. Said he wanted to be built. Was good with the long hours at gym. But even better, was good with the cumdump part. Coach didn’t answer right away. Just watched me. Like he remembered how it started with us. Then asked me if Chuck could handle it. All of it. Said I thought so. Said even if Chuck freaked when he found out the main part, I’d be there to make sure he’d beg for it in the end. Coach just laughed. Fucked me good that night. Made final plans. Next day, Chuck rolled in right on time. Was pulling on my gear. The usual whites. Told him Coach had asked about him. His face shifted. Like he’d been waiting for that. We hit the weights like usual. Chuck was fired up. Said he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Told him to chill. Focus. Chuck nodded. Got under the bar. Hit his reps clean. No talking. Just in the moment. After we cooled down. Stretched out on the mat. Sweat soaked. Told him Coach wanted to talk about getting him set up. And everything that meant, back at his place. Asked if he was sure about it. Chuck sat up. Wiped his face. Smiled. Said let’s go. We went straight back to Coach’s. Door shut behind us. Dropped our bags by the wall. Told Chuck he’d be there once practice was over. I stripped down to my jock. He stood there like he was waiting for a cue. I nodded. Told him to do the same. He paused, then peeled off his shirt. Kicked off his shoes. Dropped his shorts. I grabbed a towel. Wiped down my pecs. Tossed it to him. Told him this was how it started. Coach had got me down to a jockstrap. Chuck didn’t say anything. Just wiped down. Then followed me through the hallway to the bedroom. He stood there in his jock, checking out the scene of the crime. “So this is where it happened,” he said. More statement than question. Yeah, I sighed. Grabbed the packed pipe. Lit it. Took a deep pull. Exhaled. “He fucked me here for the first time.” I sat on the edge of the bed. Let the silence stretch. Waited for him to speak. Chuck didn’t say anything. Just stood there, eyes scanning the room. Like he was trying to see it. Me and Coach. What it looked like. What it felt like. I took another hit. Passed it to him. He hesitated. Said he’d never done T. Told him it wasn’t about that. Said it’d be ok. Said it helped me with Coach that first time. Would make it easier to take him. He looked at me. Took the pipe. Brought it to his lips. Dragged light. Let it out fast. Coughed once, eyes watered. Told him to try again. Ease into it. Hold it. He did. Slower this time. Eyes half shut. He let out a low moan. Let it settle. Then passed it back. Told him it was all his. He growled. I torched the bowl. He dragged deep. Held it. Let it out. I watched him shiver. Told him Coach had saved me. Showed up when it counted. Chuck nodded. Took another hit. Let out a big white cloud. Then he looked at me. Said he was ready. Said if this was where it started, he wanted in. I stood. Leaned in. Kissed him. “Hope so, boy,” Coach growled, eyes locked on us through the cloud. “Ben says you know the deal. I’m gonna rework you. But it comes with a price.” He stepped closer. Voice low. “You’ve seen what this musclejock can do. You sure you’re ready for that?” Chuck looked at me. Moaned. Answered quickly, “Yes, Sir.” “Coach. Just Coach,” he smiled, tossing his clothes. Chuck nodded. Answered right that time. Coach walked to the bed, dropped on it. Leaned back. Told us to get on. One on each side. We jumped on. Coach spread his arms. Smelled his pits. I looked at Chuck. Knew what he was thinking. Could smell it. The fucking scent of a real man. Both of us moaned. Inhaled. Dove into them. Lapped up the sweat. “That’s it, boys,” Coach growled, shoving us deeper into his pits. “Fucking get a good taste of Coach’s smell. Been in the gym getting those jocks sweaty. Built. Ready for more.” We went for it. Faces were covered in sweat now. Coach was loving it. Told us about one of the jocks he was working. Max. Said we’d like him. Tall. Six three. Shoulders wide, hips narrow. We just moaned. Listened to him go on while we stayed on his pits. Then satisfied he pulled us back. Felt him squeeze my neck. It was on. He slid a finger in our holes. Could see Chuck’s eyes closing. Was fucking flying now. I leaned in. Kissed him hard. Told him he was lucky Coach had picked him. Then reminded him there was no going back now. It was gonna happen. He grunted. I growled. Looked at Coach. Gave him the signal. Coach smiled. Gripped our necks. Pulled us down to his cock. Held us there. Eyes moved between us. “Ben,” he said, gripping my jaw, guiding me. “Show him how it’s done.” And I did! Went to town on it. Mouth over shaft. Licking it. Kissing it. Hands on his full balls. Balls ready to infect. Chuck just watched, breath ragged. Then Coach took over. Set the pace. Didn’t ease up. One hand on me, other on Chuck. Coach growled. Told Chuck to go for it. Chuck was there, next to me now. Both working on Coach. His grip on both of us, firm. But it was Chuck I watched. Paid attention to. The way his mouth worked on his shaft. Foreskin. The way his eyes flicked to mine, steady. It was time! I drew back. Held the shaft. Pulled down Coach’s skin. Scorpion was out now! Leaking its venom. Chuck didn’t notice at first. Then did. He pulled back. Fucking scared. I grabbed his hand, tight. Felt the tension in his fingers. Knew I had to do something. So I sat up. Rolled my shoulders. Flexed, slow. Controlled. Pecs tight, arms curled. Abs sharp under soft light. Chuck watched. Eyes locked. Breathing heavier now. T had taken over. I looked at him. Let him know Coach had pozzed me that first night. Told him it was part of the deal I made. And if he wanted this, really wanted it. He’d have to take all that came with it. He’d be wrecked. Pozzed. But be built back up. Better. Also told him we were in this together. He’d be trained to take cock like I did. All shapes, sizes. Poz loads. Any loads. In his hole, down his throat. Would learn to fucking love it. He moaned. Ran a hand over my pecs. Skin smooth under his palm. Didn’t say anything at first. Just took in what I told him. Then Coach made his move. Started prepping Chuck’s hole. That sealed the deal! Chuck moaned with every scratch, scrape of Coach made. Chuck grabbed my neck. Told me if that’s what it took, he wanted it. Wanted to be poz. Just like me. Our foreheads touched. Tongues met. Spit mixing. We moved together down the bed. I shifted. Pushed him down on his back. Told him to tell Coach. He needed to hear it. Chuck moaned. Looked Coach in the eyes. Begged to be pozzed. Begged to be wrecked. To be built up again into something new. Coach growled. Said he’d do it. Said Chuck only had to take enough loads to make it stick, for now. Chuck moaned. Arched his back. Gave Coach more access. Said to fucking do it. Poz him. Wanted to get it over with. Coach smiled. Said good boy. That’s all he needed to hear. Then shoved his cock in. “Fuck yeah!” Chuck yelled out, head falling back. Eyes still on me. “Fucking poz me, Coach!” Coach didn’t hold back. He picked up the pace. Rammed his cock in and out. It was wild. I stared at Chuck. God, he was beautiful. The hair on his pecs was covered in sweat. I couldn’t stand it. I went down. Licked them. Tasted the chem sweat. That’s when it hit me. I wanted to fuck him! Fill his hole with my poz load. Coach saw the look on my face. Told me no. I sat back. Breath hard. Was told I was just still a fucking cumdump. But I was hard! Fucking harder than I’d ever been. I laughed. Looked at Coach pile driving into Chuck. Knew I’d made a deal with the devil. Would get to pay it forward when Coach gave me the go ahead. Coach just kept on. Ignored me. Slammed into Chuck. “Fuck yeah, Coach. Please! I need it!” he begged, taking Coach’s cock to the root every time. The thrusts went on. Grunts filled the room. I just kept watching. Saw Chuck’s cock stretch out his precum soaked pouch. Coach saw it too. Saw me drooling for it. He pulled it out. Told me go for it. Was my reward. I moaned. Licked my lips. Licked up the precum dripping out the folds of his foreskin. Chuck was getting close. Could see it throbbing. Chuck grabbed me. Pulled me down on him. Wrapped my tongue around him. Just held on. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Chuck yelled out, spurting out a load. “Goddamn fucking poz cumdump!” I moaned. Didn’t know if he meant me or him. Didn’t matter. Like I told him. Were in this together. I pulled back, mouth full. Kissed him. Swapped one of the last neg loads he’d have. Same time we felt the bed shake. It was Coach. He let out a final roar. Fired off a toxic load into Chuck. That’s when we heard a raspy cough. Rough. Dry. It was Pete. The one who first had my spot. The one who wrecked me good the last time. Was right on time. He stood just inside the room. Piss-stained jockstrap low on his waist, stretched out. Been the first time I’d seen him since that night. Couldn’t help it. I forgot about Chuck. My hole ached. Had all come back to me. How his laddered cock felt fucking me. He looked at me first, then Chuck. Chuck nodded, not sure what was happening. Pete didn’t return it. Just stepped closer, eyes locked on me. “Ben, you remember Pete,” Coach chuckled, putting his hand on my thigh. Pete’s eyes dropped to my pecs, then down to my crotch. Paused. Looked back up to me. Like he was waiting. Coach gripped my thigh. I shifted, just enough to let my thigh press harder against Coach’s. I pulled down my pouch. Let Pete see me. Cock out, hard, throbbing. Shaved. Coach still didn’t move. Pete took in Coach’s grip on me. The way I leaned into Coach. “You bulked up. Shaved now,” he said, grabbing his crotch. I didn’t answer. Just held his stare. Pete’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. “Coach didn’t waste time.” Then Pete came closer. Just gave me that look. Like he knew what I wanted. And hell yeah, I did. Because I liked what he’d done to me. He’d been rough. Cruel. Hadn’t held back. I’d been fucking hunting for it ever since. His hand slid up my thigh to my hole. Fingers firm, pressed just enough to make me hold still. Looked at me like he knew he could do anything to me right then. I tried not to moan. But did, barely. Coach caught it. Hand gripped me tighter. My hips shifted before I could stop myself. Pete saw it. Smirked. “Yeah,” he snarled, tossing his jockstrap. “You need it.” Then turned to Chuck. “But later. That’s the one I came for.” I gulped. Surprised it wasn’t laddered. I looked at Coach. Then heard Chuck moan. Saw his eyes locked on the scorpion on top. Saw how he took in the way it moved, throbbed. Heavy. Like it knew exactly what it was built for. He lay back. Offered himself up. Pete stood by the side of the bed. Grabbed Chuck’s jaw, turned his face. Looked him over like a piece of meat. Chuck didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. He was fucking ready for more. I could see it. So could Coach. Pete leaned in. Told Chuck to get ready. Chuck nodded. Opened his mouth wide. Swallowed it all. Pete growled. I watched it go all the way down Chuck’s throat. Then halfway out. Then back in again. Chuck was fucking loving it. Then Pete grabbed his wrists. Pulled them over his head. Tied them to the headboard. I just sat there. Surprised. Didn't know about this part. Then I heard it. Pete snapped his fingers. Coach got up. Grabbed a rig from the drawer. Tossed me a strap. Told me to get Chuck ready. Then told me I’d be next. I obeyed, no questions. Wrapped his bicep tight. Pete just smirked at me. Told Coach he always knew how to pick them. Then he moved down. Spread Chuck’s dripping hole with his cock. This point, Chuck knew what was coming. He looked at me. Strap now around my bicep. Nodding. I told him again. We were in it together. That's all he needed to hear. He looked up. Saw Coach holding the rig at his vein. Down at Pete at his hole. He sighed. Nodded. Pete smiled. Cracked his knuckles. “Let’s get on with it,” he said, looking right at Chuck. Coach grunted. Pushed it in. Drew the register. Slammed Chuck. Chuck moaned. Eyes rolled back. Had gotten a big dose. We’d be here a while. Pete leaned in. Said, you wanted it, now you gotta earn it. Then shoved his cock in. Hard. “Shit yeah!” Even with the pain Chuck yelled out, arms pulling against the ties. Headboard slammed the wall. “Fucking breed my hole!” Chuck was a fucking animal taking it. Had never seen him like this. Raw. Feral. Still he watched me. Hungry. My cock got hard again. Then Coach slammed me. Pushed me down next to Chuck. Said if we really were in it together. Pete would fuck us both. “GOD YES!” I groaned, feeling Pete plunge into me. “Give it to me!” And he did! Shoved his cock hard. Deep. Pounded me open. Chuck lay there next to me. Still tied. He struggled. Begged. Said he wanted to be fucked full of poz cum. Said Pete could do anything to him. If he got his load. Pete laughed. Told him to shut up. Said I was just getting him ready. That didn’t stop Chuck. He kept on. Called me fucking pathetic. Said everyone laughed at me now. Knew they only had to look at me. No challenge. He’d be better. Would be his fucking roided out musclejock whore if he wanted. Would live for him. For his poz loads. I lay there, Pete still in me. Was fucking pissed now. Told Chuck I didn’t care. Knew what I was. Was fucking proud what Coach did to me. Reminded him I was a fucking virgin before that. Had been Coach’s the minute he shoved his cock in me. Pozzed me. I snarled. Looked up at Pete. Told him to wreck Chuck. Pete grunted, knew exactly what I meant. Then pulled out. I moved up. Got up in Chuck’s face. Spit flying. Told him all I’d gone through to get to my spot. The fucking long hours at the gym. Finally told him the truth about the first time Coach fucked me. Yeah. I had gone over there. But Coach fucking stealth bumped with T. Fucking bloodied my hole to make sure his poz load took. Like his was now. Then I took a breath. Told him how I got gangbanged at the other gym. How I took all kinds of poz cock, no problem. And yeah, how Pete fucked me till I bled to make sure it stuck. Chuck gasped. Looked at Pete off to the side now, then back to us. Coach saw the anger I had. The hurt. He grabbed me. Wrapped his arms around me. A fucking flood of emotions came out I didn’t know I had. I sobbed. He held me tight. Whispered in my ear. Said he was proud of me. I wiped my tears. Looked at Chuck. Pete at his hole again. This time laddered. Chuck hadn’t seen it. Was concentrated on me. I smiled. Then really tore into him. Told him it had all been planned. Coach had me work on him. All those fucking hours at the gym I spent, just him and me. I had to get close. Coach ordered me. Till he fucking wouldn’t stop begging for it. Yeah, I’d had it by then. It all came out. Yelled at Coach to let me go. I jumped on the bed. Jabbed a finger in him, felt Coach’s load. I pulled out. Showed him the red. Shoved it in his mouth. Told him it was all because of me that he’d be pozzed. He lay there. Crying. Every fucking word hurt him. Like he tried to hurt me. Then I looked at Pete. Told him to fucking do it. Pete looked at me. At Coach. Then Coach turned to me. Saw I meant it. Gave Pete the okay. Pete slammed in. Chuck cried out at. Felt the ladder shred his hole. I stood there. Back in Coach’s arms. Watched Chuck beg for it to stop. Said he didn’t mean it. Wanted to go home. I just yelled. Told him it was too late. Coach’s load was in him. Was in his fucking bloodstream by now. If he was lucky Pete’s would soon be there too. Then something happened. Chuck relaxed. Gave a slight moan. I looked at Coach. Couldn't believe Chuck was getting into it. Coach just smiled. Let go of me. Told me to go to Chuck. I took a step. Looked back at Coach. Then at Chuck, eyes shut. He was fucking taking it! Could hear his moans get louder. I sat on the shaking bed. Released his wrists. Wiped the sweat from his forehead. He opened his eyes. Looked at me. Look that said he was sorry. I leaned in. Grabbed him hard. Forced his mouth open. Told him he was a fucking pathetic cumdump. Hocked a wad of spit. He swallowed. Moaned. Said it took one to know one. Then lifted his head. Kissed me. “Fuck that shit!” Pete yelled out, tired of the dramatics. “Get the fuck out the way, Ben. YOU, BOY, ALL FOURS!” I growled. Told Chuck I was right there if he needed me. He nodded. Swung himself over. Never let go of Pete. Was doggy now. “Fucking do it!” Chuck yelled out, full of energy again. He looked at me. Pushed back on Pete’s bloody ladder. “Fucking wreck me!” I don’t remember how long Pete fucked him after that. Was busy with Coach. Next thing I remember. They’re both moaning. Getting close. We stopped. Watched Pete push Chuck down on the bed. Raise his hips. Ram it down one last time. Then groans from both of them. They didn’t move. Coach chuckled. Got up. Held out his hand. Said they needed time. Chuck needed time. I sighed. Said yeah. Got up. Stopped at the door. Saw Chuck cleaning Pete off. Heard the ladder clink his teeth. I smiled. Shut the door behind me. I joined Coach in the living room. Kneeled between his legs. Looked up. Told him it was the fucking hottest scene I’d ever had. Even better than the old gym. Said couldn’t wait to do it again. Then asked about Max. The high school jock. Coach just laughed. Said yeah, he’s 18. Was mine. I moaned. Kissed him. Then admitted I wanted it rough. Wanted to hurt. He smiled. Said he was waiting for that. Said he’d arrange it. Then pulled me on his cock. About an hour later we heard the bedroom door open. Sound of chain links filled the hallway. Then Pete walked out. Dressed. Chuck behind him. Still jockstrapped. But now collared. Leashed. Big smile on his face. I stood up. Walked over. “Fuck, dude,” I moaned, feeling the huge plug in his hole. “There’s no fucking way you didn’t convert.” He just laughed. Said yeah but they weren’t done yet. Said Pete knew a place. I laughed. Said yeah. I knew it. Said maybe I’d catch him there sometime. He moaned. Saw my pouch growing. Said he couldn't wait. Then they left. I heard Coach call me back. Saw him hold out a chrome cock cage. Told me it was time for the next step. I groaned. Went to him. Pulled down my pouch. Offered up my junk. He slipped on the chrome ring. Locked me up. Said I’d only take it off to shave, clean. Till he said so. I nodded. Pulled the pouch over it. Fuck the metal felt heavy. Then I walked over to the mirror. Saw my locked bulge. Grinned. Knew there was no fucking way to hide it in my workout gear. Would fucking get me even more attention. Then I dropped. Crawled to him. Moaned. Said yeah, was still just a fucking poz cumdump for now. Max could wait. And begged him for another load.

Chapter 14 - The Final Chapter ———- Jacob ———— There was a soft humming coming from somewhere but I couldn’t place where. I had no clue what time it was. The room was dim and quite save the hum. I was in bed tucked under what felt like 7 blankets. I vaguely remember my time praising the porcelain thrown. Then Buck came and took me to a doctor. Since then I have been sleeping with him occasionally waking me to take some medicine or drink water. He tried to get me to eat at one point I think but it wasn’t successful. I moved to sit up and got half way there before I felt light headed and started to fall over. The humming stopped and gentle but strong hands course corrected me to where I was sitting up my back against the headboard of the bed. I looked up to see Trevor smiling at me. He had been the one humming, I remember him doing it before when we were slow at the shop. He brought his hand up to my head as a way to check my temperature I assumed. “Hello sleepy head. You don’t seem to be running a fever. How are you feeling?” “Not great. My mouth is dry, I have aches all over, and I am a little dizzy.” I answered him honestly. ”Here drink some of this water.” He told me handing me a glass. He then went to the door keeping me in his sight. He hollard something down into the main living space but I didn’t really catch it. My mind seemed to be a little cloudy still. A moment later Trev’s mom walked into the room and came over to my bed and sat beside me. She greeted me gently and then took out a thermometer and took my temperature. She also looked all over me, at my eyes, in my throat, etc. Trev had told me she used to work as a nurse many years ago before become a stay at home wife. While she was doing that Trev had excused himself to the living room to make a call. He returned a few minutes later with Buck trailing behind him. Mom got up and went over to Buck and talked to him in hushed tones as Trev came over and sat with me and held my hand. I started to zone out a little until I felt Buck put a tray stand over my lap. Mom put a bowl of soup on the tray. Before I ate Trev and mom said good bye, mom giving my head a kiss before they left. “So am I going to live?” I asked my voice coming out rough and weak. ”Of course you don’t think I’d let anything happen to one of my scorpion boys?” He asked me. “No, but why do I feel like I am close to death then?” I asked half joking half serious. “Well it’s part bad news part good news. You are in the process of seroconversion and the bad news is your body had an extreme reaction to it. Worst then any of the other scorpion boys. However the good news is the blood tests confirm you are the newest scorpion boy!” My mind froze for a minute processing the news. Then it hit me, I was HIV positive. The power to change someone’s life forever now ran through my body. I had accomplished a life goal I didn’t know I had as recently as a month ago. I was a Scorpion boy! I knew exactly where I would put the scorpion tattoo too. Right in the center of my chest. The same place the shop logo rests on my chest when I wear one of the shop aprons. It be perfect there. I also knew I wasn’t going on meds anytime soon and that I planned to enjoy my time as a toxic scorpion boy. Spreading Daddy Scorpion’s strain as much as I could before I absolutely had to go on medication for it. “That’s awesome Daddy Scorpion!! You made me one of your boys!! The sickness will be worth it! When can we get my tattoo?” I blurted out while trying to move to get up. “Whoa there boy, hold on a minute. We will get it after you get feeling better. The doc says you will be out of commission for about a week. Plus we need to go back for a follow up visit with him in a week or so to check everything over. Then we can get your tattoo after that.” Buck told me as he gently but firmly pushed me back into my spot sitting against the headboard. “Ok, well then can you at least fuck my newly toxic hole daddy?” I asked smiling at him devilishly. “I will make you a deal boy, eat all your food and then I will fuck a load into you newly poz hole. But I will do all the work. I don’t want you over exerting yourself.” I immediately started to eat everything on my tray. The food made me feel a little better honestly. When I was done Buck removed the tray and tray stand from the bed. He took them into the kitchen and returned. He bent down and kissed me deeply then helped me strip naked and told me to lay over the bed. It put my ass up without me having to hold doggy position which I really don’t think I could have done if I tried to. I heard Buck strip behind me then felt his strong hands cup my ass cheeks. He pulled them apart and spit on my hole. Then his finger massaged it without entering. Then another spit glob followed by more massaging. His tongue touched my hole and made a moan escape my throat. He started to eat it deep as he continued to play with my asscheeks mildly slapping them every so often. Buck moved up from behind me his body cupping mine till his mouth was at my right ear and he started to kiss behind it. I felt his big fat cock head at my hole slightly pushing against it but not enough to get it in me even with me pushing out. His kisses moved from behind my ear to down my neck, then switched to my left side to repeat. Buck had me hard as a rock and my hole craving his big dick. I tried to move back against his head but he growled subtly to let me know that I was moving faster than he wanted. His dick continued to play with my hole opening as he kissed me and ran his hands up and down my sides. His big body pressed against mine. The warmth of him keeping me warm as if I was still under the blankets. “You ready for Daddy Scorpion to open that now poz boy hole” he asked in a deep gravely voice. “Yes please put in me daddy. Recharge me!” I begged. “The doc said that our first night fucking was probably what knocked you up boy. The timeframe works out for it that way. Daddy took your cherry and impregnated you all at the same time” he told me as his head popped through my hole and he held it so that was all that was in me. “Really? Daddy took my v-card and made me his for life all in one night. That is so hot!!!” I replied as I tried to hold my moans of pleasure from his fat dick head opening my hole. “Oh yes, and I plan to keep recharging you just like all my other scorpion boys!” He said as he pushed the rest of his 8 raw fat poz inches into my hole balls deep in one stoke. He slowly fucked my hole using long strokes to hit my prostate just right. He was gentle as he fucked me. Which was good because I don’t think I could take a hard fuck in my current condition. Buck continued to kiss my neck and behind my ears as one hand roamed my body while he used the other to steady himself as he fucked my poz boy hole. He fucked me for about 10 minutes before I couldn’t take it any longer and shoot a huge load, my first poz load, all over myself the sheets hands free. My hole squeezes from me cumming which made daddy scorpion growl in my ear. On his next stroke balls deep he moaned deeply as he flooded my hole with is dirty seed. We laid there in that position for a few minutes till Buck got up off of me. His half hard dick plopping from my hole. He told me to hold still and went to the bathroom coming back with a warm washcloth. He cleaned my backside along with my cum smeared stomach and crotch. He helped me climb into bed and crawled behind me to cuddled me. He pulled the blankets over us and told me to close my eyes and rest. As the cold/fever/pain medicine kicked back in I feel asleep dreaming of walking out of the tattoo shop with my fresh ink marking for all the world to see me as one of daddy’s scorpion boy! ——— Buck ———— It had been a wild few of months. I had hired and then pozzed my fifth scorpion boy, Jacob. I helped nurse him through the worst case of the fuck flu I had ever seen. After that we got him set up with my doctor, like all the boys, for regular blood work and monitoring. He pestered me for weeks till I took him to the tattoo shop and got his scorpion mark on his chest. He was so proud that day and every day since to wear my mark. He has also been using his hole (and his dick a time or two) to spread my strain. It was February now and Jacob had been with the shop for 6 months. All the other scorpion boys (save Jayden that left and opened a spot for Jacob) still worked at the shop. Trevor has been the assistant manager since before Halloween. The shop has been very busy beating last year sales year by 12%. It was our record sales year! I provided a holiday party in December and gave out fat bonus checks to all the staff. Jacob used his to pay me for his Camry. Ant used his to get a second bike to start working on and fixing up. Trevor put his into a new car to bring back to life. He and Ant loved working on vehicles together. Lane and Kenny also treated themselves with their bonuses. They had all earned that money. We had been so busy we’d all been working massive overtime. It had just slowed down enough the last week that I’d been able to get everything caught up and run the numbers. We could hire on two new staff with our current and projected sales without stressing the shop or cutting hours to any of the scorpion boys. I had Ant put the “Now Hiring” sign up in the window last night before he left after closing. This morning I was opening with Jacob. Trevor would be in right before the lunch rush to take the kitchen so I could float. We had been open 10 minutes when Jacob asked me to come up front. Since I the pizzas in the oven had a few minutes left I walked around to the front. Standing on the other side of the counter were two young men. In fact identical twins. I’d guess 20 or 21. Both tall around 6’3-6’4 and very lanky. They had matching blonde hair and emerald eyes. One of the twins stepped forward introduced them to me. The one talking was Vance and his brother was Lance. I introduced myself and shook their hands. I asked Jacob to go check on the pizzas before turning back ti the twins to ask how I could help them. Lance spoke up and told me they were both there to apply for the job opening. I went through the same basic stuff I always did. Made sure they were over 18 (they are 20). I also found out they were going to the local college near by and needed a job to help ends meet. I offered them an interview slot for the next morning before we opened. It was my day off and Trevor was scheduled to open with Jacob but I’d come in for this interview for sure. My cock was thickening and filling in my pants behind the counter as we made the arrangements to meet in the morning. We said our good byes as I made my way to the back. Jacob smiled at me as he came up to me and grabbed my obvious budge in my pants. He kissed me briefly. “Looks like the magic hiring sign has done its trick again. I hope they work out, both look like they would be a fun ride!” He said as he released my hard dick and sauntered back up front. I thought to myself that he isn’t wrong. We may have 2 new scorpion boys by Memorial Day! ————————- This will be the final chapter of this particular story. I have greatly enjoyed writing it and love that so many others have enjoyed it too. There may be spin off stories in the future but I felt this was a good ending for this one. Plus it’s always good to shift gears write something fresh then come back to expand later. I really have appreciated all the support and kind words. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as you have the rest. Look for more stories to come!!!

that asian boy needs to be gangbanged by a bunch of hung daddies day and night

Wedding Weekend O.k. since no one on here knows me and i'm gonna burst if i don't tell someone so here i go! This Happened a few years ago when my oldest brother mark was getting married, I live in Chicago so i needed a place to stay that weekend since the wedding was in Los Angeles, Everyone was staying at my Dad's house so he worked it out so that i could stay with my cousin Robert and his wife Gina, they were a little younger than me but i always had fun whenever i'd visit L.A. Dad drove me over to the house as soon as we pulled up Gina ran out the door to give me a hug and a kiss, turns out my uncle Bob was staying there too, older than me but younger than my Dad he's a big guy, about 6' 2" dirty blond hair strong muscled physic , a really handsome man (I think even as a kid i had a crush on him) he hug me saying "Wow, you look fantastic" Working out"? "I try" I said as he was touching my abs, "hey where's Robert?" i asked , Gina pointed up the stairs and said "he's taking a shower, he just got in from work"! while my Dad and Uncle Bob started talking about wedding stuff, i ran up the stairs to surprise and say hi to my cousin, as I went through the bedroom I noticed the door to the bathroom was slightly open I walked up quietly and i could see him inside the shower, I don't think he could see me because of the soap in his eyes, now Robert is about 5' 11" with a great body his six pack is more like an eight pack, he has Reddish Blond hair but thru the glass shower door i could see his pubes were really red , i've only seen him naked another time at summer camp we played with each other and jacked off with some of the other guys Evan then his dick was bigger than most there but we were about 12 years old then , but now i looked down at his dick and my mouth dropped open I couldn't believe it, his cock was at least 7 or 8 inches hanging and swinging in the water! Soft! his balls were kinda big too, hanging low from the hot water, i knocked on the door "Who is it"? he said "it's the police! i said "i hear you have a loaded weapon in there and i'm here confiscate it"! i walked into the bathroom and he's holding his dick with both hands pointing it at me and yells "Get back or i'll shoot" i say "No No don't, i surrender! I'll do anything just let me live!" , he says it's good to see you blah blah blah .. but at this point i don't hear anything he's saying because i'm in a trance watching him dry off, he starts putting on a jock and some running gear, dude! the bulge in his shorts you can't miss it! anyway "blah blah blah.....i'll hang with you in a minute i gotta work out before it gets too late" he gives me a hug and we head downstairs, now i won't bore you guys with the play by play at dinner, but i could tell you when Robert got back from the gym he was pretty horny, he was all over Gina making little comments about her nice ass, sneaking touches on her tits when he thought no one was looking and hinting how talented she was in the bedroom, all I could see was his huge bulge growing in his jeans etc... so later that night we're all watching some stupid gross out comedy movie then some T.V. then the news, i'm pretty tired from the time change and travel, so i say my goodnights to uncle Bob,Robert and Gina. i got the guess room because my Uncle Bob liked the couch better than the bed, so I'm Horny as fuck but soooo exhausted , sleep wins that battles I go in the room strip down to my boxers and pass out like a light! ......About 2 in the morning i hear Gina yelling at Robert "Fuck you! You're A Dick!" then a door slam, and then footsteps of someone coming down the hallway pass my room and down the stairs, it sounds like they stop in the living room, but then come up the stairs , back down the hall coming closer to my room, the door opens and Robert comes in "I gotta crash in here dad's on the couch and Gina's being a bitch!" he flops down on the bed next to me and i can tell he's a little drunk, apparently he and my Uncle Bob pulled out the good scotch after me and Gina went to bed, after which he went upstairs to have sex with Gina .....who was sleeping, "I don't get women" he said "We were already fucking why stop I said sorry!" "what happened?" i asked "i put too much lube on my fucking Cock and when i pulled all the way out to plow her with long a deep stokes my cock kinda slipped and almost slipped into her ass!" "she thought i did it on purpose!" i laugh out loud at him he got a little mad and tried to cover my mouth but this only made me laugh harder and at the same time trying to be quiet, finally he gets on top of me holding my arms down with his knees while sitting on my chest, he's covering my mouth with both of his hands, I keep trying to buck him off but in the struggle his dick fell out the leg of his boxers and is inches away from my chin, it's getting hard it's really big too. I can't move at all, "Oh You Think it's funny Huh? This should shut you up!" in one move he try's to get the head of his dick in my mouth , the head is so big I end up scraping it with my teeth "wider fucking open your mouth wider!" i do and i can taste the lube still on his dick, his cock is getting fatter and so far i only got the head and maybe an inch, i suck on it and get a mouth full of pre-cum, "i thought you gay guys were suppose to be good at blow job" swallowing his slimy pre-cum i said "It's to big for my mouth, and it's at the wrong angle!" "i don't give a fuck" he said "I'm horny" he's way stronger than me so he gets off me and he pulled me to the edge of the bed holding me down with the weight of his body he pulled my boxers down with his left hand, both of us trying to be quite , he spits on my hole and said "Well let's see if we can get it to fit in here!" he starts working the massive head of his cock against my ass I can't believe he's gonna try and put that massive pole in my hole my body starts to give in and I relax and it slowly starts to slide in! i reach around to feel how much is in, i'm being stretched and I can feel every bit of it, i can't even touch him he only has the head of his cock in but I hear myself moan out loud i start to feel my insides fill up, i start breathing heavy , and that's when i think he rammed at least 7 of his 10 inches into my hole, I feel the head spreading my insides around then he starts to fuck me! Holy Fuck! it hurt so bad but good then my body started to fuck him back! every stoke I felt like waves of electricity! he stops without pulling all the way out he flips me over onto my back and says "damn You must like your ass fucked to hell , your dick is hard as fuck!" with that he starts really plowing my hole, deep and fast like a jack-rabbit, we thought we were being quite but i think i moaned a couple of times to out loud, he fucks me to the edge of the bed now my head is hanging off, and my eyes are closed, I'm in ecstasy I feel like I'm floating mumbling I feel like I'm about to cum , oh my god I'm thinking he's such a tease he slows down and stops for a second but then he keeps a steady thrust going ! i think i hear the door open? or is that the squeak of the bed? it doesn't matter I'm in heaven! I'm moaning again about to have my 3 anal orgasum , i feel a finger opening my mouth, i thought it was Robert but then i realize both of his hand are on my ankles and he's fucking me hard like he's showing off for somebody, that's when i hear a familiar voice say "stick out your tongue", i do and my mouth and nose are covered in a big hairy unshaved nut sack, big like two Huge Large tennis balls! holy shit it's my Uncle Bob! he must have heard all the Quiet Rustling we were making and came up to investigate , damn his dick was uncut and almost as big as Robert's cock! In the position i was in my throat was ready to be fucked! and fuck it he did! he fit almost 8 inches of his very fat uncut cock into my throat, i could taste the unwashed manscent and pre-cum dripping out of his fat 9 inch dick! so hairy too! I hear Robert whisper to his dad (my Uncle) "ooh let's switch!" "O.K." Bob says my Hole finally gets a little break but now Robert has full access to my mouth! he push way down my throat ,"can you taste your ass?" he says laughing quietly Pulling out a second so i can breath, before i can say stop or this is too much, Bob plunges his full 9 inches into my hole, and I hear him whisper "Oh Fuck! is so soft" my ass is so open now after Robert's hard and deep fucking, i'm just glad that Bobs cock is not as long as Robert's but i spoke to soon as Uncle Bob begins fucking me his cock expands so wide and Holy Shit it's as fat as a beer can! all of a sudden Bob's balls Banging into me and Robert's Red Hairy balls hitting and covering my nose with his huge cum filled Balls with his cock going in and out of my mouth like it was his wife's pussy ! i have spit and watery eyes from Robert fully raping my throat with his 10 inch cock! banging his balls hitting me really hard in the face with his nuts now! Uncle Bob's beer can cock has my hole so loose and open his beautiful dick keeps hitting something deep in my hole! i grab Roberts ass and pull his dick balls deep into my throat and hold it there, Bob still fucking me faster, my body tense up and now my dick starts shooting cum and i'm not touching myself! shooting all over my chest Bob Starts to shoot his load he doesn't pull out he fucks me really deep i can feel his beer can cock pulse about 10 shots! he pulls out his cock which goes soft right away i can feel his load just pour out of my loose wide open gaping ass! Robert see all this and can't hold it I can feel the first shot go right into my stomach I keep swallowing as much as I can but its so much cum coming out so fast he pulls out and it shoots far over my face and it lands on my cock, he quickly comes around to my cum filled and lubed ass and plunges his dick back into my hole, it's so full of cum i can hear how loose my ass has become, he starts pulsing the rest of his load in my ass then leave it in my hole , my ass is so wrecked his cock slips and falls out as it begins going soft , he and my Uncle make me lick their dick and sweaty balls clean ,then my cousin turns around and makes me lick his red furry hole , to my surprise he bends over and kisses me on the lips! and says "thanks that was fun" I get up to go clean up in the bathroom and as I stand up it seems like a gallon of cum pours out of my ass, my uncle came a lot!, when i came out of the bathroom my uncle is there in his boxers wet from his dripping dick almost see thru, he say quietly "we don't have to talk about this do we?" "we're just a couple of fellas a little drunk having some fun, O.K.?Cool?" "sure" i said then i said "By the way you have a fantastic Dick!" he smiled at me and said "I know, so does your Dad" and he walked away back to the couch me thinking "What?" anyway i got back to the room Robert was sound asleep. The whole next day they both acted like nothing happened. but I have to say my fucking cousin with that big fucking cock and my uncle with his beer can dick (although it took a week or more for my ass to heal from the double assault) has been the best fuck i ever had! (so far) side note: I've been thinking that my cousin got into this scene way to easy, and fucked me so well that this couldn't have been his first time, Could it? I bet he fucks guys at his gym all the time.

Led and pushed married men into barebacking even after the agreement was strictly condom using. Abused their inexperience, shyness, or nervousness against them so they ended up giving in to it. Offered them poppers, alcohol or others, knowing that would reduce their resistance and increase their lust. When it finally ended up happening, as they try to complain, closed the discussion gaslighting them. :"It's not in yet, just relax, its just teasing", "shhhhhhhhh it's all good. take some poppers", "Don't worry. it's a just a little bit". Once finished, made it look like it was just a error made by both: "wow, we really got horny and werent't that careful at the end eh?"

Once My straight coworker and I were hanging out drinking and having fun. He was to fucked up to go home to his girlfriend and stayed the night. We kept drinking and smoked some weed and got horny. One thing led to another A few hours later I had him on all fours willingly and begging for him to be fucked. I did as he wished. fucked him and got him pregnant. He is now a closeted man who loves to take loads and be fucked. He loves to get wild beg for men to fuck him and I’ve also had the chance to talk to other neighborhood gays that have mentioned and have shown pictures of a hot straight guy on Grindr and Sniffies who fits and matches his description. I’ve heard from another guy at the bathhouse that he was there taking none stop loads few weeks ago.

Oink, you look like you'd be a hot bud to go out hunting eager pigs to breed

Very hoT @TaKinGdeepanal, but I expected no less!

Daniel guided the spun teen across the hall and into his office. "Sit" he gestured to a small couch and Asher plopped down. "Ash im going to level with you here, This is a great career to get into but the pay is..well..lacking..." Daniel flipped the large flatscreen television on and began flipping through footage. "The real money is in entertainment, shall we say.." Ash stared into the screen as he watched two men step into a shower. "hey..." the boy mumbled. "ssshh, dont talk during the movie ash its impolite." Daniel scolded as he turned to his desk drawer and went to work. "See these videos? people pay a lot of money for them. The idea is simple really. Pretty guy comes in for a massage, and we make a nice movie Ash, Just like this one." Ash watched as daniel violated his helpless body, his greased cock clearly slipping its full length almost impossibly deep into the boy while he jerked his own prick. "But every series needs a co-star. I'd love to have you on as an apprentice but the truth is you're going to be a lot more." Ash watched as daniel drew deep into his body and released. the scene seemed to last forever, Daniel and the boy joined intimately together as he absorbed every drop of the older mans cum. "I cant do this" Ash mumbled. "Well thats certainly not what I wanted to hear but its your own decision. I certainly cant just sell one film with you in it, but I can use it as a promo on about a hundred other websites." Ash furrowed his brow as the silence momentarily deafened the room and Daniel studied the boys ponderance. Ash seemed like a smart kid, but it couldnt hurt to twist his arm just a little. "Ok, how often would I..." Ash stumbled through the words as Daniel stepped toward him. "Dont you worry about the details Ash I'll handle that. Now then, we're still going to be working together I hope?" Ash nodded and sighed. "Great, then we can continue some more training." Daniel took a needle and a length of plastic tubing from the desk, and straddled the boys hips. "What are you doing..." Ash muttered as his cock Grazed Daniels own tool. "normally all the fun stuff is reserved for our clients." Daniel tightened the band around the boys slender upper arm. "but in this case its a special tool to help learn how to be a good actor. lean back Ash" Daniel pulled the needle to the boys arm and held it in place. "ive never done drugs" ash apprehensively blurted as daniel smiled up at him. "Ash just relax. This is more like a vitamin buddy. You dont have to watch if you dont want to. Just take nice deep breaths and close your eyes." Ash squinted his eyes shut and tried his best to control his breathing. Doug registered the boys soft grunt as the needle plunged into his prominent vein. "there we go Ash almost there. youre doing great buddy." Daniel emptied the cocaine into the boys arm and ran his fingers through the teens shaggy hair. "all done buddy. you can take that arm band off now" Daniel smiled as the relieved teen eagerly pulled off the tubing. "Oh..wow...." Ash stared into Daniels eyes as they rolled into his head. "atta boy ash" Daniel raised his hips forward until the teens dribbling cockhead kissed his hole. "wait" Asher panted as he looked between his legs. "no waiting ash, today we need to learn to fuck properly since youll be putting this inside a lot of men."