DirtyBruin

Get fucked by a trucker in his sleeper cab, then drink his piss after cleaning off his cock. Extra points for getting tag-teamed by a pair of drivers. Gang fucked by bearded, greasy, filthy 1%er scooter trash. Plenty of piss too, of course! Wallow in the potent musky pits and crotch of a bearded, hairy homeless guy before he bends me over and breeds me. Finally get past my mental block and bust a load balls deep in another man's ass for the first time ever. Have a big papa bear whore me out cheap to sweaty dirty blue collar guys, mechanics, truckers, bikers, etc. because he loves fucking a really sloppy hole. Get fucked and bred in public at the Dore Alley Fair in SF. Ideally more than once. Have someone fucking me tell me as he's loading my hole how massively toxic his cum is. "Enjoy that VL of almost 2 million!" Especially if he advertises as "undetectable"!

Sorry for the way too long break here, guys - various things going on, plus a horrible case of writer's block when I realized I had to rework the ending. I have a new approach but it's going slowly - I keep having to go back and re-read earlier parts of the story to make sure I'm not contradicting myself. But I *am* working on it and there *will* be a conclusion. ;)

I got on Signal with Logan. "Hey, bud - got two pieces of good news. First - it looks like Zeb's got his fuck flu. So far doesn't seem to be too severe, but we'll see; he's been able to keep going to work except for the first two days it hit - just taking lots of ibuprofen for the fever and aches. When he's past it we'll get him tested and see what's what. He's mostly been here, at his place or at work - and no one there has been out sick, he said - so we'll see." "Cool! I hope the strains match up eventually. What's the other piece of good news?" "It's conjecture, but I heard through the grapevine that Teddy - remember him? - has been really sick recently. Not enough to go to the hospital, but out of work for a few days, and so on. I have a feeling HE'S pozzing up too, but because he thinks he's safe on PrEP - it hasn't occurred to him that this is FUCK flu, not the regular kind." "How long before you think he figures it out?" "No more than 2 months; assuming he had his PrEP check right around when you bred him stupid, it'd still be only about 2 more months before his next one. Could be sooner depending on the timing - I haven't been able to pick up on that particular detail through the grapevine. On the one hand, it's sad it won't be festering in him for years before he finds out, but on the other hand we get to KNOW he knows and see what happens from there!" "He isn't gonna take it well, you figure?" "Probably not, but who knows? Most twinks try to cling pathetically to their old look well beyond the 'best by' date; he realized he was aging out of that and made a change. I can't stand the elitist little shit - but I have to admit that shows more adaptability than most of his type. I really don't know if he'll commit suicide in a fit of big-d Drama, turn into an insatiable poz cum whore - or something in between." "Guess we'll just have to wait and see. How's stuff with you and Zeb?" "Better all the time. He's learning to communicate with me so I'm not guessing what's going on with him, we've worked out a lot of practical stuff - like getting him to work if he stays over here. He was worried I'd want him to quit his job and be a full time pig; I make good money, but you might be surprised how much a skilled machinist like him makes, and with great benefits; it's a hefty percentage of what I pull down and I told him I'd be an idiot to want him to quit his job. We're still working out an interim financial setup - you know me, slow and careful - but we're pretty close on that. Not so much for day to day stuff, but like if we decide to go on a trip together - like to Wet 'n Hot, IML, Up Your Alley - events like that. He was kinda resistant at first until I pointed out that lots of people break up over stupid crap like money - and by working on that early, we make that less likely to happen." "Speaking of trips, I'm sending you some info to consider. The bikers here who use me as a urinal and cumdump told me that their club is having a big regional get-together in a few months, and they're gonna want guys like us (and doubtless some slutty women) to take care of a big pack of horny 1%ers. I'm sure they'd react to Zeb's fuckhole the way you and I did - and of course you and I will get plenty of cum and piss in our holes and everywhere else too. And these guys are overwhelmingly bearded, filthy and stinkin' - something to do with their club charter saying they have to be offensive to non-bikers." "Do they understand we don't want to lick a dirty hole?" "Oh, fuck yeah. One of 'em told me he didn't want to smell shit in my beard either. Apparently they adhere to the idea that the two places a man needs to keep clean no matter how rank he gets otherwise are his mouth and his shithole - fine by me!" "Sounds great - I'll check it out and see if we can make it. Zeb gets lots of paid time off, but he needs to schedule it quite a ways in advance because there's only so many spare machinists available who can cover what he does - and they do have announced deadlines where no vacation is allowed to make sure they meet their commitments - but he knows about those a LONG time out. We'll do our best - getting gang-fucked by 1%ers is definitely on MY bucket list and I'd be surprised if it wasn't on Zeb's." The time seemed to crawl by, first waiting for Zeb to feel better and then while we waited for his test results. I insisted we get the proper blood tests rather than the drug store oral test - in part because I wasn't sure how accurate those were right around conversion and because we'd want to have the blood tests done anyway as a confirmation. Finally the results came in and I got in touch with Logan. "How goes, bud?" "Well, Zeb is officially toxic; we just got the samples drawn for the strain checking, but his viral load is through the roof - they said the test gets kinda imprecise over about a million copies but he's somewhere over 2 million. He's on his company's system right now trying to swap shifts so he can get his rapist pozzed before his VL starts to drop. I'm not sure what excuse he's using but he said it was going well - though he's going to have to leave right after work on a Thursday and he won't be getting much sleep before his shift on Monday." "What's the plan?" "According to what Zeb's heard, this asshole gets blackout drunk every Friday and Saturday night and given he's in a small town he's not big on locking his doors - in part because the dipshit often misplaces his keys and people have to cart him home. So frankly, there's not that much to it - Zeb's got a way to get into and out of town without being noticed and a place to hole up during the day on Saturday. He's going to pound as much toxic seed up the guy's ass as he can while he's passed out, basically. Zeb's hinted he has further plans, but he just won't tell me what he's planning to do. I just hope to fuck he knows what he's doing, I don't want him getting caught. I tried to suggest very delicately this wasn't a great idea and he would NOT hear it. He did at least take my advice that he should wear gloves every fucking moment he's anywhere near that asshole's house so he doesn't leave prints ANYWHERE." "I hope his plan works. How are you doin'?" "Walking a little funny after Zeb enthusiastically thanked me 4 times in one night for helping him poz up. I've got some ideas to put that top side he's developed to work - because while he could use more practice, he's a really good lay already... of course having that big uncut dick sure doesn't hurt in that regard." "I know the feeling; had a couple of those 1%ers come by the other night and tag-team my ass for hours. Both of 'em about my size and they were hot rough fucks. Any word on you guys making it out this way for their party?" "Zeb's put in for that time off, and I don't expect there will be a problem - it's far enough in advance and not on a standard holiday so there shouldn't be much competition. They were actually sniping at him a little about how much vacation time he'd built up and he got back by pointing out a list of vacation requests of his - many of them not for high demand times - they'd turned down. He pointed out they can't constantly deny him time off because he's a junior in the department - and then whine that he's building up too much vacation time. I think he'll get at least this one granted for sure - but I told him if they don't, or do then go back to denying requests AND complaining about how much vacation time he has piled up, he should file a grievance through the union." "Fingers crossed, brother. I'm looking forward to us slobbering on a big cheesy uncut biker cock together while we're both getting fucked cross-eyed!" "Logan, you say the sweetest things." If I'd thought time crawled waiting for Zeb's test results, that was nothing to having him gone for a few days, especially considering what he was up to. We'd already agreed there'd be no contact while he was gone but that didn't make it any easier. Not to mention that having gotten used to having an on-demand cum pig around, I rapidly got insanely horny - and at the same time not inclined to go out hunting for hole. When he finally turned up Sunday evening, he barely had enough time to mention that he had biker cum in his ass before I had him naked on the bed; I got a quick taste of the loads dripping out of his fuckhole then rammed into him balls deep. "FUCK I've missed your cock, Papa!" "I thought those bikers rode you good and hard!" "They did, but there's nothin' like my Papa's - or my Uncle's - big cock in me!" The sight of the biker cum I was churning out of Zeb was like pumping extra oxygen into an already raging fire; I wound up plowing three loads into him without a break before finally rolling off to one side. I was tempted to try and get at least some of the story out of him, but I knew he needed sleep before he had to drag his cum-dripping ass to work in the morning. I did get some of the story - pretty much all about the bikers - over breakfast, but Zeb glossed over the whole reason for his trip. I figured I'd just have to be patient. I was working on my computer after Zeb headed to work, when Signal popped up with a message from Logan. "How's Zeb?" "He says he got in, did the deed and got out clean. He won't go into details - though we didn't have too much time for the story over breakfast. I guess he doesn't want me implicated if anything goes wrong - but he's a lot happier now. I never would have thought doing something so dark would have that effect, but I guess having been raised in a very eye-for-an-eye kind of culture makes a difference. Of course, now we're just waiting to see if there's any news from his friends. He did hint that there are reasons we won't hear anything for at least a week." "Well - I didn't want to mention it earlier, but I did get him some help. The bikers I fuck with have a chapter in that town. I explained the basics and they were all in for fucking up a kiddie-diddler, so they said they'd pass the info to the nearby chapter." "Yeah, he did mention that much - maybe it was all the biker dick that he's so happy about; hell, he brought home some biker cum in his hole for me! And I understand we may have some biker guests at some point. In any case - thanks for lookin' out for my pup." "Hey, that's what Uncles are for, right?"

Who are you, what do you want, where are you going... and in a way, the scariest ones are who do you serve, and who do you trust?

Thank you! I do have to say there will be a brief pause in posting. Although I was fine with something in the upcoming segments when I wrote it, it's started to strike me wrong and I'm going to think it over a bit. The story WILL continue, this is more a tweak than a major rewrite. I just didn't want anyone to get crazy when my daily posting didn't happen for a little while.

Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying it.

I woke up to Logan roughly ramming his dripping morning wood up my ass yet again. "FUCK! I've gotta piss so bad it hurts, but I can't piss when my cock's this hard!" "Then rail my ass good, brother - you know I can't get enough of your dirty cum." The bouncing of the bed woke Zeb, and he got up and started sorting out the clothes we'd discarded the night before. (He later said it was partly to take his mind off how much HE needed to piss until Logan was ready for it.) Sometimes it's about the fucking, but this time it was all about the load - as soon as he was done breeding me, Logan was getting dressed for his hose-down. I clenched my hole to keep the loads where they belonged, and got into the bathroom just in time to see Logan - wearing a sweat-stained heather gray muscle tee and a pair of his cleaner (that is, not so greasy the piss would just run off) riding jeans kneeling in the middle of my walk-in shower - get hit in the face with Zeb's dark yellow morning piss. I stepped up and rather than waste piss on his already wet front, I stepped up behind and soaked the back of his shirt and down into his pants. Zeb and I circled him making sure he was wet all over and there wasn't any of his fur or clothes that were not absolutely drenched with stinkin' morning piss. Once he was thoroughly wet, we aimed into his mouth and enjoyed watching him guzzle that potent brew like it was spring water. As soon as Zeb and I both ran dry, we were kneeling side by side - and Logan stood up and started pissing like a burst fire hose. Given all the beer he'd had the night before it wasn't as strong as it might have been, but it smelled great and tasted better, and Zeb and I started passing mouthfuls back and forth as Logan drenched us. Thankfully, most of the floors in my place are hard-surface and waterproof ... intentionally ... so dripping wasn't really much of a problem as we got breakfast and then helped Logan load his bike. Too soon, it was time for him to be on the road. Logan hugged and kissed us both then said "Aw, fuck..." and hit a double-bicep pose, and both Zeb and I dove into his rank, piss-enhanced pits for one last wallow. Then the leather jacket went on and he rode off, hopefully leaving his nasty strain to take in both of us. I sat down with Zeb and finally got out of him that the reason behind his meltdown traced back to the shitbag who raped him - he'd always promised himself he'd never violate someone's consent and felt he'd done that when he mounted me in the bar. "OK, Zeb - I can see your point. But surely you realized somewhere that I'm a sex pig and anyone who'd get fucked in public like that isn't going to object to some more dick from someone he likes - especially since we were in the middle of fucking in public! And it's not like you planned it, the way you've hinted the guy who assaulted you did. It's a very different thing to push a limit in the heat of a wild sex scene from cold-blooded planning to rape someone." Zeb sat digesting that for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you, Papa - that helps." "I'm glad. Now, this may be hard for you - but this is only going to work out if we communicate like this. Any time you're tempted to minimize something or just avoid telling me about something you're feeling, remember this - and then talk to me. 'Papa Bear' implies more than just being the dude who's breeding your hole day in and day out." Zeb nodded and grinned. "I'll try, Papa." He shifted in his chair and winced a little. "Damn, you two really did a number on me; I guess my eyes were bigger than my fuckhole!" "We were pretty rough; and after taking so many loads from Logan, I can't imagine that you won't poz up, but I'll leave it to you whether you want me to breed you while your hole's still tenderized or if you want to wait until it's more comfortable." "I think I'll wait. Pain just isn't my thing." He was quiet for a moment, then asked "How long do you think it will be before we know?" "No way to know, pup; depends on the person and the strain. On top of that, I barely noticed my 'fuck flu' - some guys are out of work for a week and a few even wind up hospitalized. Tell you what; start taking your temperature every morning right when you get up; that's usually one of the most consistent times to do it. If that starts rising steadily - presuming you don't catch a real cold or flu - it'll give us a clue." "Will do, Papa." "And at some point, we need to talk about your plan to poz the shitbag who raped you." That set Zeb off - and I realized how long he'd been planning this. I could only suggest a few small refinements - he knew the town, he had friends who kept him informed about the target's behavior - who, I should point out, was NOT particularly popular in the area - and he'd given a lot of thought to not leaving traces that could be followed back to him. "My friends just think I like hearing how he's turned into a sad piece of shit who gets blackout drunk every Friday and Saturday night; I've never even hinted I have any intention of doing anything to him - usually, I say something like 'So, still rotting in his own little hell far from me - perfect' when they mention him." We spent the rest of that Sunday just being lazy animals; I realized it would be REALLY easy to get used to having a pup around - Zeb fetched anything I needed and of course I never had to move a muscle to piss - it all just poured right down his throat. And having someone to work out with sure made that less boring! All that on top of having two hot holes to fuck whenever I felt the need (even if one was out of service at the moment)... the term "pig heaven" comes to mind. But eventually, he cleaned up a bit and headed back to his apartment - since he said if he stayed over the temptation to just skip work would be too much, since I worked from home... and I have to admit, I don't know if I'd have the resolve to chuck him out the door to get to work. It was an issue we'd have to resolve eventually... but not immediately. Over the next several weeks we did work that out and I quickly got spoiled - I'd never had trouble getting laid, but that's different from having a willing hole available practically any time I wanted to just roll onto and bury my meat in. Not to mention getting my hole rimmed, pits licked, piss swallowed... and on a few occasions, my prostate got a good pummeling from Zeb's uncut fucktool and I got to enjoy the slick wet feeling of being full of redneck otter hopefully-soon-to-be-poz cum. The time seemed to fly by - and then came the morning about three weeks after Logan had left where I woke up to find Zeb next to me a sweaty mess, running a fever and feeling extremely ill. He called in sick by video call and when his boss saw him the first words out of his mouth were "Holy shit, Zeb - you look like hell!" ... so there wasn't any issue with him being out sick that day. I cancelled an appointment and prepared to spend the day taking care of him. "You think this might be it, Papa? Am I pozzing up?" "It sure could be, pup. It's been long enough, but the only way to be sure is to get you tested when it's over. I don't know if it really makes a difference once the fuck flu sets in, but lots of guys seem to think it's hot to take as many dirty loads as they can get while it's going on, to try and make sure the virus gets a good strong start. Would you want to do that?" "Papa, you know I'll take your load any time you want to fill me - but if this is Uncle Logan's strain I don't think it'll need any help." I fucked him about twice as often as usual for the next couple of days anyway, just because - and in selfish mode, I have to admit that the fever made his fuckhole even hotter than normal and that felt simply amazing!

Well, he had been sobbing; when we got into the garage and the door closed and the helmets came off ... he started openly bawling! I tried to get close but he started pushing me away until I pinned him against a wall and shoved my tongue in his mouth, kissing him until he seemed to calm down. "Zeb?" I asked, in what I hoped was a calm, supportive tone. "What's this about?" "Because I found you and you agreed to let me in, at least to try... and the first day I go and FUCK IT ALL UP!" "What?! Wait, because you fucked me? Zeb - that is NOT a problem!" He looked at me in disbelief. "I could tell Logan and I were about to lose it and start laughing; you saved the whole thing! And it's not like I have any hangups about getting fucked, especially by a nice uncut slab of meat like yours! You mentioned being willing to fill holes with my strain once you converted - I didn't realize that meant you had this kind of top side, pup; we're gonna have to make sure you've got a regular outlet for that!" He looked visibly calmer. "I- I didn't think I did, other than wanting to poz that bastard who raped me when I was 14." "It looks like you do. And a good thing, really; a man with a cock like yours shouldn't be a total bottom when there's such a shortage of tops in the world!" "You're really not mad... Papa?" "No, Zeb, I'm not. I'll tell you that most of the time I will be the one doing the fucking between us" - here he looked happier - "but like I said in our talk, I want a whole man as my partner and every so often - when Logan isn't here to do it - you can scratch the itch about 8" up my hole, and I'd love to watch you breeding other men. The other night you suggested I could whore you out; well now that might mean pounding some ass as well as getting yours plowed." "Yeah!" Logan exclaimed. "Once you poz up, I'd love to get some of my strain back from that big uncut tool of yours!" Zeb goggled at him. "YOU would let me fuck you?!" Logan rolled his eyes. "For fuck's sake, Zeb - how do you think I GOT this hot PrEP-busting nasty strain? I'm not taking any new poz loads until I make sure I've passed on the PrEP resistance, but I'm looking forward to the bikers I know back home pounding loads in my furry ass to welcome me back. And yeah, they know I'm poz - they just don't care." "And for that matter, Zeb - the first load you shoot after we confirm you're toxic is going to be balls deep in your Papa Bear's fuckhole to thank him for helping get you knocked up." "Okay, I bet you two will have more to talk about - but I've got more loads to plant before I'm done for the night. I think Zeb's up next." Logan leered at Zeb, groping his bulge. "Um... could we try something?" Zeb asked. Both Logan and I nodded, and he went on "I'd love to try getting both of you in me at once...." "You really think you can take both of these thick shanks, pup?" "I'm not sure, Papa - but I'd love to try. If I can't, we can just go back to one at a time... for now." In moments, we were back in my bedroom, clothes scattered everywhere; I laid on the bed and had Zeb straddling me, and he quickly sank all the way down on my shaft, then leaned forward until our chests touched, and tucked his face into the side of my neck. Logan started rubbing his dripping cockhead over where Zeb's hole stopped and the root of my cock showed and after a while he started working his way in, using his fingers to help open Zeb up... and finally I felt Logan's big cockhead pushing into Zeb alongside me. Zeb was grunting and moaning, and I cursed myself for an idiot, quickly grabbing a bottle of poppers and making Zeb take long deep snorts; Logan started making more progress, and once his cockhead pushed through the inner ring, it wasn't long before he was all the way in. "Fuckin' hell, Zeb - it's a rare pig who can take me AND my bug-brother at the same time! You are a world class piece of ass!" Logan exclaimed. I hugged Zeb tight to my chest and said "Breed my faggot, buddy. Knock him up with the same nasty strain you've been givin' me. Bond him to us forever and make him family." Zeb's cock was dripping all over my belly fur and he was moaning in pleasure as Logan started to plow. "Fuck me good, Uncle Logan!" That surprised me a bit, but realized he'd gotten the idea when Logan called me his 'bug brother'. "Ride me hard and fill me with your toxic seed!" "Uncle Logan - I like that! Comin' right up with the lethal load, nasty nephew! I'm gonna see if I can pound your hole just right so I can get your Papa Max off too!" Not wanting to disappoint Logan, I moved the pup's paws to my nipples and reminded him how I liked them worked, then grabbed his head and moved him so I could shove my tongue in his mouth. Between Logan's big dick sliding next to mine, my nips getting worked and tonguefucking Zeb's mouth, I was quickly on the brink; given this was likely my last load for the night I figured I didn't need to wait for Logan and went for it - breaking off the kiss and bellowing "OH FUCK YEAH!" as I started flooding Zeb's hole with my load; that set off Logan who started a merciless jackhammer fucking - making that awesome hot wet sloppy sound fucking a cum-filled hole does - and then rammed in as deep as he could go to add his septic seed to mine; Zeb wailed as he shot all over my belly fur. My dick had softened enough that with a little hip action I got it to snake out of Zeb's wrecked hole, and the sensation of my cockhead sliding along his post-cum sensitive shaft made Logan twitch, and he slowly withdrew from Zeb, then rolled off to one side on the bed. I noticed some red streaks on Logan's still-hard cum cannon and said "Looks like we did some damage; that should make sure the pup pozzes up good." Zeb looked over at Logan's cock then said "Thank you Papa! Thank you Uncle!" "Now then, get down there and clean up the mess you made all over my belly... then my crotch - and then you can clean off yer Unca." Zeb grinned, said "Yessir!" and got right to work. "Where does my next load go?" Logan asked. "Well, I think Zeb's hole has earned a break; I know you love planting your seed deep - but it's been a long time since you glazed my beard so I'd love to have you just pin me down and jerk off all over my face. After that - you know you can use my ass as much as you want." "Okay - but then later on I want you two to save your rank morning piss for me - want to soak my beard and fur so I'll be stinkin' really good on the ride home!" "Hell, it's gonna be a hot day - I don't like covering up that hot pelt of yours, but why not get dressed first and let us soak a t-shirt and jeans as well as your beard and the fur underneath?" "That's one of the things I love about you, Max - you're always pushin' things sleazier; sounds great to me!" "Speaking of sleazy - how about you grind that musky butt fur of yours into my beard and let me eat your hole to get you ready to cream my beard?" Without saying a word, Logan moved over and sat on my face; my tongue dove for his hole and I ate like a bear just out of hibernation. From the motion of the bed I figured something was going on and I managed to catch a reflection that showed me that Logan was deepthroating Zeb's meat. I ran my hands over Logan's powerful, hairy thighs as I rimmed him deep - and before long I felt him dripping big time into my fur. "Something else for Zeb to lick up later", I thought. Shortly after, Logan turned around, pinned my arms down with his knees and started double-fisting his cock right in my face; Zeb reached around him from behind to work his nipples and I just closed my eyes and opened my mouth, waiting for my treat. Logan adjusted position and his stream of precum started pouring into my open mouth. "Here it comes, you filthy cum whore - your beard will smell like my seed for days!" "Give it to me, fire that cum cannon point blank!" "AAAARGGGGGHHH!" and I felt big splats of cum on my chin, cheeks ... all over my face including my forehead, and a couple good shots into my open mouth. As the barrage ended, I opened my eyes and sucked the last of the load out of Logan's cock. Zeb had found a small mirror and held it up so I could see the heavy splatter of thick cum drenching my beard. "Fuckin' hell, buddy - if that's how you're still cumming after so much sex, I've gotta have you do this sometime when you haven't gotten off for a few days!" I rubbed the load in and tidied my beard, wiping the residue into my chest fur. "My beard will be like a rock in the morning, but it's worth it!" "You wear it well, fucker." I slipped under the covers and the others took the hint - we stacked like spoons; Zeb the little one, Logan the big one and me in the middle. As it worked out, Logan gave me two more fast pump 'n dump loads during the night - the man's incredible.

It had occurred to me that Burnout was about half an hour from the bar we planned to have our public display in, so I told Logan and Zeb to go on ahead and text me when they thought there were getting to be enough people there; I may as well stay where I was rather than hiding in an alley or some shit like that. Sadly, despite firing up a big Asylum 13 8x80 (out on their huge patio adjoining the parking lot) that sparked a few casual conversations with other cigar smokers, I didn't pick up on any actual carnal interest - though one of the handsome, big-bearded, bare-chested and well built young bikers I'd been enjoying watching got pantsed by a troublemaker at one point, revealing a gloriously furry ass crack, and a BIG ole uncut cock flopping around while he was trying to get his shorts back up. I couldn't resist calling up my foghorn voice and I bellowed out, "BOY, did that backfire!" The snickering faded; the dude who'd done it turned and glared at me, with most of the rest of the people looking at me curiously. I pointed at the jerk and said "You just showed ALL these ladies a reason they might want to get to know him better!" That set off a roar of laughter that sent the perp skulking back to the inside bar; the target - huge grin splitting his thick beard - bought me a shot and thanked me... before a clutch of women dragged him away to dance. I may not have gotten to enjoy him personally, but just knowing I'd be in his head while he did the Horizontal Bop later on was a fun little thrill. It was over an hour before I got a text telling me that the crowd was finally starting to build and I should come on ahead. I finished my soda and headed out. When I got there, the parking lot was nearly full - though fortunately there was still space in the bike parking, even though some entitled shit had encroached on it with a car. Since they'd gotten there when the place was dead, they had gotten seats at the bar right next to where one ordered drinks. Lots of eyes were on me as I strode into the bar, handed my helmet to the bartender to hang from one of the hooks and ordered a Jack & Coke - at which point Logan roared "PUT IT ON MY TAB!" I could almost hear the thoughts hoping that we were "just friends" as I unzipped my jacket, and I actually DID hear a collective sigh of disappointment as Logan reached inside my jacket to hug me, and rammed his tongue into my mouth. Both he and Zeb had already doffed their jackets - presumably to tantalize the crowd even further with their pheromones - and I felt Zeb helping slip mine off as Logan and I tongue-rassled. I broke the kiss, demolished half the drink in one gulp and then did the same stretch pose as I had in the Burnout's pisser - except this time I wound up with Logan and Zeb burying their muzzles in my rank wet pits, making happy animal sounds as they sniffed, slurped and wallowed. After musking up their beards, they both pulled back; Logan told Zeb "Get the jackets, boy" and led me out to the patio, and then back into the area screened off by a cinder block wall about 4 feet high, topped with trellis grid and lots of plants, and the way the lighting was set up made it practically impossible to see what was going on behind. Zeb moved one of the little drinks tables over where it would always be in eyeshot of one of us and carefully stacked our jackets on it. As Logan started unbuckling my belt, I could tell that there were voyeurs starting to gather; one pulled out his phone as if to start taking photos or video - but one of the bar staff noticed, grabbed the phone out of his hand and hustled him away. After popping open the fly snaps on my leather pants, Logan waved Zeb over and said, "Get his hole ready, boy; I'm gonna RIDE this ba'ar!" Zeb started working my leather pants down as I said "Oh, you think so, do you?" "I know so, buddy. And I'm not just gonna ride that fine furry fuckhole of yours, I'm gonna breed it balls deep - but before I do, you're gonna be beggin' for my hot load." Zeb had gotten my pants down below my knees, and I crouched just a bit to make it easier for him to get his tongue up my hole. It really wasn't necessary - I was well used to taking Logan and with all the precum he leaked it wasn't like I needed any spit for lube - but it made for a better spectacle in the bar. Zeb's tongue was well up in my hole and my own cock was starting to stiffen and drip into my filthy jock. Logan's hands hadn't been idle, popping fly buttons on his greasy 501s and working that big three-piece set out through the snug hole. "Yeah, look at that big meat pumpin' lube - it wants up your fuckhole bad, buddy... but why don't you take a taste of it first?" Logan shoved my face down to his crotch (there were some gasps in the onlookers) and I started licking his sweaty balls as his cock drooled over the side of my beard. I licked my way up his shaft to the drooling head... and then swallowed him to the root. That definitely got the attention of the voyeurs! "Fuuuuuck, pig - I knew you were hungry but that surprised even me!" (Not really - Logan loved that I could deep throat him.) "Time to try the other end! Find something of his to suck on, boy!" Logan spun me around, and I braced myself on the cinder block wall. He could have just rammed in with one good shove - but we'd decided to make more of a show of it. He got about a third in when I grunted. "C'mon, fuck pig - open that hole! You know you want this grizzly biker in ya!" He rocked his hips back and forth and then shoved again, getting another third in, and I grunted even more sharply. "C'mon, ya fuckhole - open that cumdump and let this grizzly cock in!" Zeb started working my nipples with both hands while he slobbered over my cock, still inside the ripe jock pouch, and I gave a moan of "acquiescence" and Logan rammed the rest of the way in. "That's it, slut, take that big biker cock! Yeah! If you're gonna look like a biker and stink like a biker, you better be ready to get fucked like one!" "Oh, I am - I'm just waiting for the hard-fucking BIKER to show up!" "WHAT?! I'll show you, ya hairy ass faggot!" Logan went into overdrive and really did start slamming it to me ... just the way I like. I can do gentle when I top, but when I bottom... I really do want to feel it for a few days afterward. It took me a moment to realize I was rock hard - just thoroughly sheathed in Zeb's throat, with him backing off just enough to breathe every so often. I turned my head as if I were stretching my neck, but it was as much to get a sense of what was going on around us; there were people up against the partition listening to what we were doing, quite a few behind the partition with us and most of those were jerking off - a few guys had started to drop to their knees to suck cock. There was a large cluster of people near the entrance to the space who for some reason were just jammed up there - they wanted to see, but somehow didn't want to enter the "sex zone", which I found weird. Suddenly, one of the most masculine and sexy of the bar staff appeared - about 5'10, broad shouldered and burly, with a thick brown chest pelt, furry forearms, unibrow and a huge Wade Neff moustache over a short beard plus a thick meaty bulge in his crotch and a gorgeous round muscular butt - and I thought "oh, crap - we're gonna get shut down" - but he set a fresh Jack & Coke on the edge of the wall near my right hand, and had beers for Zeb and Logan. "Compliments of the management," he whispered. "You guys are what we want more of. I'll be around; let me know if you need anything. I already took care of that jackass trying to take pictures." I whispered back "Could you turn the lights up out here just a little? Let 'em see what's going on a little better?" He grinned, said "Sure thing!" and moved off. Sure enough, the lights gradually got a bit brighter - not too bright, but so the crowd could actually see Logan's glistening thick cock pounding my hole, not just infer it from his thrusting ass. I reached down and pulled my cock out of Zeb's throat. "Drop trou, piglet; if he's going to fuck me - I'm going to fuck YOU!" Logan put up an argument for appearance, but eventually I was able to say "Shut up and fuck; you may not want your boy on my cock, but I'm balls deep in him now so clearly HE wants it!" Finally, I said "Yeah, cum in my ass...!" "I told you that you'd beg for it!" "Cum in my ass, because that'll make me breed your piglet!" That set off a huge round of filthy talk I don't recall exactly, so nasty it seemed to get off several of the men jerking their meat nearby. Finally, Logan bellowed "YEAH, FAGGOT! TAKE MY FILTHY SEED!" and started shooting his load as deep as he could. As promised, I soon after blew my own load ... slightly more quietly ... balls deep in Zeb: "Take my nut, boy - yeah, your biker's gonna slide into you using MY cream for lube tonight! AAAAGH! Yeah!" As I was cumming, Logan pulled out, his big cockhead sending a jolt through me as it popped through my ring, and he splattered his last shot all over the back of the black sleeveless muscle shirt I was wearing, and quickly followed that up with a huge gush of piss. "Yeah, faggot! Take THAT for breedin' my boy!" The queens were scattering at the spray of piss, and I pulled out of Zeb, turned around and gave it back to Logan - right in the face! "You're gonna piss on me? Take that ya filthy stinkin' boar-hog! Maybe some of my hot piss will clean you off some!" "FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!" At that point, Zeb surpised us both; both Logan and I were about to ruin the scene by busting out laughing when Zeb shoved me forward into Logan's arms and yelled, "Hold him, Sir!" Logan instinctively clutched me in a bear hug, and the next thing I knew... Zeb had rammed his hard uncut meat balls deep into me! "Yeah, boy! That's my piglet! Fuck this dirty faggot for your Biker Bear!" I started grunting and Logan kept bellowing out encouragement and it wasn't long before Zeb planted his seed in me. He pulled back and leaned against the wall, still looking dazed by the time Logan let me go and I turned around. Logan and I quickly flanked him and we were pulling ourselves together when the hot barman came over and said "I hate this, but you guys better get gone; I overheard some damn queen calling the police about you." We rapidly put ourselves together - muttering imprecations at each other for the audience's benefit as the few watching who hadn't yet cum finished themselves off - and left; the hot barman had our helmets and Logan's card ready for us as we left the patio, and I gave him a big cash tip and one of my trick cards. On the way back home, Zeb clung to me like a barnacle and I could have sworn he was sobbing, but I couldn't imagine why.

Logan and I set to whomping up breakfast, and we left Zeb sitting at the table with a "give me something to do" air about him. "Relax, Zeb" Logan said. "I know Max's kitchen almost as well as he does and we work well together. You can do all the cleanup if it'll make you feel better." And somewhat to my surprise, Zeb did settle down to wait. Over breakfast, Logan explained to Zeb what our plan had been for later that evening and pondered how adding a third would work. "THAT bar?!" Zeb scoffed. "I mean, I know they've got that area where if cops come in they can't see what's going on and that gives anyone back there time to put their dicks away - but that place... ecch. They're trying to be a 'masculine' bar but with established 'leather' and 'bear' bars in town, they're having trouble getting much more than a load of aging twinks hoping to find a hot Daddy. Why there?" Logan and I exchanged glances, and I decided to fill him in, getting exclamations out of him like "oh, THAT asshole, right!" and giving Logan (and his once-again precum-damp crotch) admiring looks. I finished the story but for one detail, and Zeb asked, "OK, I get pounding him full of poz cum, but even if you're incredibly toxic - he's on PrEP; it'll probably still block it." "Except that Logan's been tested and his strain eats Truvada for breakfast. That's why I had him pound quite a few loads into ME before 'ol Ted got his baker's dozen." Zeb looked stunned for a moment, then whooped loudly. "Y'all mean there's a chance you two fuckers have knocked me up with this same strain?" We nodded as he looked back and forth between us. "Then bring on the fuck flu, because this is a dream come true for this bugchaser! Once it takes, I've got some stealthing to do of my own!" And here I'd been a little worried the story might have been a step too far for him. "In any case, part of the idea is that apparently Ted has a lot of friends who go to that bar and we thought it would be fun for word to get back to him of Logan pounding the ass of someone Ted wouldn't look at twice." Zeb looked at me funny. "Yeah, I fit his physical type except for the fact I'm 'too old' - he won't go after guys who have much more than a trace of silver at the chin or temples." Zeb grinned. "Mind if I suggest something?" I nodded. "How about this; Logan and I go in first - and yes, I do know how to ride bitch on a Harley. Lots of those little fags will be swarming around Logan, but because we're together that will thin out the number who pester us. Maybe give some daring ones a chance at either of us when one goes to the pisser and leaves the other in the bar - and we're just shooting them down right and left. Then after - I dunno, 45 minutes or an hour of this, YOU come in... and we're all over you. Ooh, here's another point; this place lets ya run a tab - so Logan should open one when we get there and the moment you step up to the bar, he yells out that your drinks are on his tab, and that's where it starts. Then we wind up out on the patio in the sex area and I can be backed up on your cock while Logan's fucking you, eating Logan's ass while he slides your hole back and forth on his cock, whatever it takes to get that toxic load in you in front of Teddy's pals." "I LIKE it! But we really should consider what to do if Teddy himself shows up; after all, he apparently hangs there quite a bit to know a lot of other regulars. Even if none of them let him know Logan's there - he might just show up on his own." Logan grinned in a feral way that made the fur on the back of my neck stand up, and said "Leave that to me. I still have all the whiny, needy, bitchy voice mails he left me; and if the fact I'll play 'em in public isn't enough of a deterrent..." (Logan flexed one of his huge hairy arms) "...I'll shut him up the hard way if I have to. I hope I don't have to do it until after I nut in Max, because one way or another I'm sure we'd wind up leaving the bar if I smack him around." "Sometimes I think you spend too much time hanging out with 1%ers, man." "Hey, they know how to Take Care of Business - including banging my hairy ass 'til my eyes cross. You really should come visit me sometime, Max - I bet the ones I know would love to pull a train on ya." Seeing Zeb looking like a puppy hoping for a treat, Logan added "Yes, you too Zeb - though they might have you spend most of your time servicing Max while they're breeding him. The ones I know love having 'faggot cumdumps' they can have ride along with them without it being obvious to anyone else, and all three of us fit that." "I know I keep saying this, but I can't believe my luck even to have a chance at all this" Zeb said. "I'm actually looking forward to that big talk with you, Papa Bear." "Big talk?" Logan said as he looked at me. "Logan, you know I don't leap before I look. All I know about Zeb is his name - his FIRST name - and, admittedly, that he's really good sex! Shit, until this morning when he reminded me about it - he didn't even know MY first name!" I looked at Zeb and said "I absolutely don't want to minimize what you said last night, and I am drawn to you too - but we do need to get to know each other beyond sex." Zeb nodded. "Yeah, I can see that; I just hope you like what you learn about Zebediah Crandall." "And what you learn about Maxwell Stoneman." Logan grinned and said "I'm going for a ride and let you two get on with this. I'll be back around 5 or so; while I'm gone, figure out someplace we can go for dinner that won't mind our stink." With that, he collected his riding gear and moved off to the garage. A few minutes later, his Harley roared off. ***** I won't try to relate the whole conversation Zeb and I had, but as it progressed it seemed like we started fitting together as people as well as my cock had fit his holes. His life had had a lot of rough to it, including being raped as a young teen by the guy he fully intended to stealth once he converted. But his "stubborn redneck pride" had gotten him into trade school and he was working as a machinist at a company that did a lot of precision work for various demanding industries, which impressed me, and I was surprised to learn that they really didn't care what he smelled like; he claimed he wasn't the only one on the shop floor who clearly enjoyed his own musk - and in fact, his foreman was one of those! It was obvious that despite him saying "rednecks ain't much on a lot of thinkin'" that he was very bright; he admitted to me that one of his escapes as a kid was to go to the library and read... which helped explain the more-than-redneck vocabulary. As to why he was chasing ... "All that shit all my life about how man-on-man is so wrong; now I just wanna wallow in it without worry or fear. I'd run into a lot of men who wanted to assert control by preventing me from cumming; when you forced me to cum FOR you, at your command during the party, it was a revelation for me. Shooting all over myself made taking the next cock more difficult - but I got through it thinking 'maybe he'll let me cum for him again!'" Zeb looked away, then back to me. "Papa Max, you know how they say there's no dog more loyal than one who'd been abused that you show kindness to?" I nodded. "That's me. You may not realize it, but y'all have already made changes for the better in me and I expect you'll make more. Hell, I might even get you to be a little more spontaneous." I smirked at him a bit and said "Well - maybe." I stood up from the table littered with the remains of our meal and said "Come here." Zeb stood up and approached me and without warning I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder, carrying him to the living room where I sprawled out on the couch with him sitting in my lap, and the two of us began kissing passionately. In between snogging sessions we came to various agreements as to how to move forward, including that I relented on him calling me 'Papa' in public, and he agreed to keep his apartment at least through the end of his current lease while I got comfortable with the idea of having him as my pup. (It did seem a little strange to me for an otter pup to have a papa bear, but for whatever reason he identified strongly as an otter and resisted the idea of being called a 'bear cub' - so we're both cross-generation and cross-'species'.) By the time Logan got back, I'd spent a good while riding the hose to be ready for my later plowing, and lent my car to Zeb so he could go by his place to pick up his riding gear (as he'd promised - biker leathers, not gay bar "stand and model" stuff) because I'd realized the ideal place for dinner was a biker bar/restaurant called Burnout BBQ that I knew from experience had no problem with stinky, sweaty bikers... though we did clean the obvious cum-tangles out of our beards. I warned Zeb he might get some razz for riding in as a passenger but he assured me he could handle it. Logan re-arranged some of his gear to allow for the fact he'd be packing Zeb over to the site of the later festivities, and we were off. Zeb turned out to be an amazing passenger; other than the fact I had him to lean against, I wouldn't have known he was there. Most men who have ridden their own bikes for a while tend to be difficult passengers because at least subconsciously they want to be in control of the bike, but somehow Zeb was able to let that go. Dinner went really well; I suppose some part of my mind was still looking for chinks in Zeb's story; what he'd said about having experience with bikers and going to Sturgis should have led me to expect him to be fine in this setting, but when we got to the restaurant I was a little surprised at how easily the three of us settled into being "jus' brothers" - Zeb referring to us as "Max" and "Logan" rather than "Papa" and "Sir". When someone did make a remark on his arrival, he just said "I'm between bikes; I'd rather ride bitch than in a cage any day" and that shut the dude up. All of us had mirror sunglasses on, of course - and that was a good thing given all the big-bearded biker eye candy on display. We just shed our jackets as the temperature had dropped enough to allow that, but some who'd arrived earlier in the day when it was hotter had entirely doffed the cow hides and were showing off their own - hairy and inked up as they were. Fortunately, Logan's greasy jeans didn't show a wet spot, though I'm sure he wound up with a damp sock on one side by the time we left. Unfortunately, we couldn't get away with recycling so we had to waste piss; when I went to drain the tank, there were two younger bikers in there arguing over which of them stank worse. They were at the end urinals of three, so I stepped up to the middle one, hauled out the hose and started pissing - then interlaced my fingers and stretched up. The argument stopped abruptly, and when one of them muttered "Fuck, man - you win!" on his hasty way out, I couldn't help but laugh.

When I finally woke up, Zeb was snoring and Logan was gone; I could see he'd left a note, and realized - given the time - that he must have had to get moving to get packed up and checked out of his AirBnB in time to avoid paying a penalty. My cock was stiffening into morning wood and I figured the details could wait... as I slid full length into Zeb's hole. Still slick, but significantly snugger than it had been right after the marathon fucking of the night before. His reaction was to moan "Yes, Papa Bear!" and push back against me, making sure he got every bit of my cock as deep inside as possible. Given all the frantic rough slamfucking (and the turn events had taken; hell, I'm a Babylon 5 fan and, damn it, I KNOW what a dangerous question "what do you want" can be) I decided it was time to see how Zeb responded to a gentler approach. I pinned him face down on the bed - so he couldn't start bucking back onto my cock - and started a nice steady deep-dicking, giving a little grind of my pubes against his ass when I was all the way in. I bore down on his back with my chest, grinding my fur against his skin and worked my arms underneath him, wrapping around him in a bearhug that let me gently fondle his left nipple with my right hand, and vice versa. I rubbed my beard on the back of his neck and up onto his scalp, and that got a deep moan from him. He turned his head to the side - not sure whether to say something or to breathe more easily - and I licked behind his ear, then nibbled back down the edge to his earlobe; the lick behind the ear made him gasp and twitch and the earlobe nibble got another moan. Remember, all this time my thick morning pisshard is rhythmically stroking in and out of his fuckhole - nudging his prostate rather than beating on it. I used the deepest register of my voice and softly growled into his ear, "This is what Papa Bear wants. When I'm close - I'll tell you to cum. I love the way your hole clamps down on my meat when you shoot, and that will get me off quickly, filling your hole with my hot poz bear cream, and I know you can't get enough of that." "I sure can't, Papa!" "But other than cumming when you're told, you don't try and drive - leave that to me. And just so you know - after I do cum... I'm going to need to piss. I'm not going to wash my load out of your hole - though at some point I will want to pissfuck you! - but you are going to drink every fucking rank, bitter, salty drop of my morning piss. Right?" I felt his hole clamp down on my cock; if he'd objected, I'd have known he was lying. "Yes, Papa! Thank you!" At that, I pulled out, flipped him over and put his legs over my shoulders. I drove back in a little faster, and then pulled his hands up over his head and made him get a grip on the bars of the headboard. "Your hands stay there until I tell you to cum." He nodded, and I buried my muzzle in one of his armpits and started huffing his intoxicating musk. I had no idea if he usually smelled this wonderful or what - but just in case he'd have to clean up sometime soon, I wanted to make the most of his current state. I felt him moving around a bit under me - and realized that he wanted my armpit over his face, so I accommodated him, then pinned him down again with my weight and kept up my grinding fuck. I could feel his hard cock against my belly - and realized that my belly fur was stroking his shaft as I fucked. "Yeah, pig - work that beard in my stinkin' armpit and get my musk all over yer face!" He grunted acknowledgement and started scouring my pit with his bushy facerug as I did the same to him. After a bit, I pulled back and he looked at me quizzically, giving me the opportunity to press my mouth to his and ram my tongue into his mouth with the kind of brutal energy I'd used with my cock in his ass the night before. Now, obviously I love fucking - but there's something about tonguefucking another man's mouth or his asshole that really gets to me, and Zeb opened his mouth to me the way he'd opened his ass; consequently it wasn't long before I started to feel the building tingle of an approaching orgasm and broke the kiss long enough to say, "Zeb! CUM!" He surprised me again. Instead of grabbing his cock and jerking off in any of the usual ways, he grabbed his sticky hardon by the base - his own cocksnot had collected around it during the fuck - and started rubbing the underside of the head back and forth across my precum-slathered belly fur, making his getting off as much about me as he could. Given this was the first time trying this, I thought he might need a little encouragement; it seemed to me like he'd been hooked up with men who got off on denying their pigs orgasms - I preferred to control a pig through them - so I quickly spat in his face and growled, "Do as you're told, faggot! Shoot that load!" He arched his back, howled and shot a big ole nut that managed to land in the underside of my beard, the rest of the shots splattering all over him. His hole convulsed on my cock and as I planned, drove me over the edge. I finally gave him a few fast jackhammer slam-thrusts as I emptied my load into him. "Oh, fuck yeah Papa Bear!" He grabbed my ass and held me deep in his hole. "I need that cum!" I shoved my tongue back into his mouth and kissed him until my orgasm faded... and right on the tail of that, my need to piss started aggressively making itself known. I dismounted, moved him to the edge of the bed in throat-fucking position - and as I had my cockhead resting on his lips, it occured to me to ask, "Can you swallow in this position?" He gave me a thumbs-up, so I slipped my cockhead into his mouth and started pissing - or perhaps I should say the dam burst. He grunted in surprise, but didn't lose a drop. Now, I never know for sure but a good 8 out of 10 times, my morning piss is really NASTY and it takes an experienced piss guzzler to manage it - and he did. I slid my pisshard deeper and deeper into his throat until he didn't really have to swallow any more; I was just pissing right down his gullet into his stomach. Like the night before - no sign of distress, despite how long it took me to finish emptying my bladder, and just heavy breathing once I slid my softening shaft out of his throat and squeezed out one last spurt to moisten his goatee. "FUCK that was hot!" roared out of the doorway, and I looked over to see Logan in some of his riding gear - he'd ditched the helmet, jacket and gloves, but still had his boots and chaps on - and of course he had his cock 'n balls out of the fly of his grimy riding jeans, stroking. "I had to waste the really rank first load, but I've got a bladder needs emptying again - you still thirsty, Zeb?" Zeb looked up at me, and I decided to put an end to that kind of thing right away. Clearly after his declaration last night, Zeb had decided to treat me as having control over him in the bear/cub mode, and where Logan was concerned, I thought it was beside the point. I also figured that for the moment it was easier to play along until Zeb and I could have a good long chat.... "Zeb, Logan is one of my closest, dearest friends and fuckbuddies. As long as what he asks for doesn't interfere with you servicing me or carrying out my instructions, you service HIM with the same enthusiasm you'd give me. If you want his piss, say so; if you need a break after that load of rotgut I pumped down your throat, tell him so." Zeb looked at Logan and said "Sir, I'd be happy to guzzle your piss." Logan just pointed at the floor in front of him, and Zeb was quickly in position before him - on his knees and his mouth open. "If we were in yer playroom I'd hose him down - but here, he'll just have to drink it all!" said Logan as Zeb closed his mouth around the wide cockhead. The moment seal was achieved, Logan "Hmmmmm"-ed in pleasure and I watched Zeb's larynx bobbing up and down as he guzzled. I was a little surprised Logan didn't shove in to his balls and piss down Zeb's throat since he'd found that so hot to watch, but he looked over at me and said "I love feeling his gulping mouth on my cockhead; I'll have to try that throat pissfuck thing sometime, but right now I just gotta empty the keg!" I nodded, and asked "So - you got checked out of the AirBnB OK?" "Yeah, no problem. I'd already pre-packed a lot of stuff, figuring after the party Friday night I wouldn't be taking anyone back there and I had plenty of time to deal with the rest. I found your spare garage door clicker before I left, so the bike's stowed in there - I haven't unloaded anything yet, I heard the two of you going at it and wanted to have a look." "Well, why don't you go get the stuff you want off the bike into the spare bedroom, and then we'll figure out breakfast." Logan nodded and lumbered off, tucking his licked-clean cock into his fly as he went. I grabbed Zeb by the goatee and hoisted him to his feet, then got right in his face and growled "I understand what you said last night, but you're being VERY presumptuous acting like my pup before we've talked about this. I'm willing to play along for now since it gives us a basic structure for the moment - but that discussion IS coming and things may change a LOT." I paused a moment and continued "You may continue to address me as Papa Bear, or just Papa; do not EVER call me 'daddy' or 'sir'. Calling Logan or my other friends 'sir' is acceptable, unless they direct you otherwise." I let go of his goatee and his gaze never wavered from mine. "Yes, Papa. I'm sorry for my presumption, but I wanted to demonstrate when sober that I meant what I said last night." "Hmf. Well, tone it down for the moment, especially around any of my other friends. They know I don't move quickly on anything important and if you give them the wrong impression it will be a clusterfuck that will NOT endear you to me. I'm amending my earlier instruction; you may address me as Papa in private or in front of Logan, but other than that for now you're to use my name." "Um... Papa... you've never TOLD me your name." I closed my eyes and berated myself for a moment. "Of course not. Nate doesn't reveal the names of the tops to the pigs at the party, and somehow it slipped my mind when you told US your name." I opened my eyes and looked at him. "And you still came home with me?" He looked at me patiently. "Of course I did, Papa Bear." "Pleasure to meet you, Zeb. I'm Max."

When we got into the house, Logan led the stampede to my playroom while I brought up the rear, handling a few things; while the playroom had a fridge with various beverages and a humidor with cigars - I didn't keep liquor in there and I had a feeling there might be call for a bottle of Jack Black, and I dealt with a few little things so they wouldn't be distractions later. By the time I got into the playroom, Gerry was down on his knees with Zeb leaning against the fuck bench, semi-squatting over his beard and Logan slowly working the plug out; the anticipation had Gerry hard and dripping; then the plug popped and the combined fuckslime of 8 men's loads and Zeb's ass juice surged out and hit him square in the moustache, splattering his beard - and then I didn't see much of it as Gerry buried his face in Zeb's hairy crack eating like a starving man and Zeb was whooping and grunting and carrying on. I stepped over to the other side of the fuck bench, took a swig from the bottle of JD then lit a cigar; when that was done, I stared into Zeb's eyes, aimed my cock - and started pissing in his face. "YEEEEEEE-*HAAAA!*" was the response - followed by him guzzling down as much of it as he could. I stepped closer, and found that Zeb's throat was as talented and accommodating as his fuckhole; I quickly pushed down his throat until I was pissing straight down his gullet. I was even more impressed that I was able to finish emptying my bladder that way; Zeb breathed hard when my cock withdrew far enough, but he'd given no signs of distress while I'd had his throat blocked. As I pulled back further, Gerry came up for air - with not only slime all over his beard but plenty of it having dripped down into his thick blond chest rug - and moved around to feed Zeb a mouthful of the slop from his fuckhole. When their tongue-rassling broke off, Logan and I bodily moved Zeb into position on the fuck bench and strapped him down; as soon as he was secured, Logan smeared his ever-present dick drool over his shaft and plowed back into Zeb's hole. "SOOOO-EY! Yeah! Bug me up, biker! Hot damn, even better knowing for SURE you're toxic as hell!" Gerry moved back in front of Zeb and guided his mouth to the splats in his chest hair and beard, which were enthusiastically licked up. When Gerry's beard was no longer dripping, he stood up, smacked Zeb across the face and said "Open up, urinal!" Zeb's mouth instantly fell open and Gerry fed him another hot load of piss, pulling out halfway through to splatter Zeb's big goatee and piss over his shoulder, sending a stream down his spine to vanish into Logan's power-fucking of Zeb's ass. "Gawd-fuckin'-DAMN am I a lucky bug-chasin' faggot slut!" "Kinda late, I admit, but - is there anything you don't do?" Zeb quickly rattled off "Shit, blood, kids, women, permanent damage, severe pain, shaving... oh, and any drugs beyond weed, poppers and booze." "Nothing I'd ever want to do to you, that's for sure." Logan started to grunt louder. "Unf - here it comes, faggot - another big fuckin' load of dirty seed I'm gonna plant deep in your hole! Yeah! Take it, slut - TAKE IT! AAARRRRR!" Zeb was moaning in pleasure and I took that moment to make use of some of the special adaptations on my fuck bench that made it a bit easier than with most for me to plant my sweaty ass in Zeb's face; he immediately started giving Gerry a run for his money in terms of ass-munching talent - that bushy goatee of his felt awesome and he wasn't shy about plunging his tongue as deep as he could get it. I was watching over my shoulder and as soon as Logan stepped away, Gerry stepped up and rammed his cock into Zeb's slick hole. Logan hunkered down and positioned himself so that as Gerry thrust back and forth, his sweaty ass crack rubbed across Logan's beard, eliciting a moan. "Fuck yeah - hot sloppy cumdump on my cock, bushy sweat-soaked beard in my ass crack!" Unfortunately, the position was too awkward to hold for long, and Logan got up and lit a cigar of his own; I stood up and joined him, fetching us both cold beers from the fridge; Zeb got a Coke (which was actually about half JD) and Gerry got cold water - both with straws so they could drink without using their hands. "Goddamn, Papa Bear - I like the way you mix a drink!" Zeb said. "Reminds me of the time a biker fuckbuddy of mine got me drunk 'n stoned and then whored me out to a pack of 1%ers at Sturgis! I was too fucked up to remember numbers, but he said I got 20 loads in my ass that night, and a few more down my throat and all over my face." "1%ers? What club?" Logan asked. "Can't tell ya, but I promise you'd recognize their name if I did. They gave me a card they said I should discreetly show any members I run into; I suspect to them it means 'fuck the bearer cross-eyed' because that's what's happened when I've done that. Of course, in one case they had me on my knees cleaning foreskins and sucking cock out on the patio of a biker bar and when a member of some pissant little club made some snotty remark, they beat the shit out of him - then they had me piss all over him. They wanted to piss on him too, but I told them not to waste it and started guzzling from the tap; they liked that a lot, though they couldn't all hold it until I could drink it so I got drenched too! After that, they spit-roast me and at least 5 of 'em came in my ass. Then the punk started waking up, one of the 1%ers noticed I was hard - so they held him down for me to fuck and breed." "HOT!" Logan boomed. "Well, not so much - he was decent lookin' but his ass was dirty and like I said, I don't do shit... but when 1%ers tell you 'fuck that dude', you do it. I did get to wipe my dick off on his colors, though - kind of the ultimate biker insult, but he just slunk off." The biker talk was clearly turning Logan on, but apparently decided Zeb's tongue had something more important to do - and backed his black-furred ass up to Zeb's face, grunting as he got his sweat-drenched hole tongue-fucked. "Goddamn, yeah!" Gerry exclaimed. "Eat that furry, stinkin' biker hole, pig!" I reached over and popped Zeb's cock out of his rank jockstrap - discovering for the first time that he was lavishly uncut; he was rock hard between the cock in his ass and hairy crack in his face, but his meat was still blind. I skinned it back, revealing a slimy head and I stroked it with my beard, making him tremble. I then started licking, making him twitch - and I could tell from Gerry's reaction he was doing that internally as well. The angle wasn't great, but I positioned myself and as Gerry clearly was on the edge, I swallowed Zeb's cock as far down as I could. He bellowed into Logan's hairy ass and started shooting in my mouth; the clenching I knew his hole was doing pushed Gerry over the edge and he started jackhammering that hole as he spewed his load. Logan moved off, and Zeb looked back at me, grinned and said, "Papa Bear, you are fuckin' EVIL! Fortunately, I like that!" I stood up and motioned Logan over to Gerry - and shared the large mouthful of Zeb's cum with both of them. Gerry's beard was already sticky of course, but Logan and I got to make a fine mess of ours. "Well, since you like evil..." I said, as I stepped up to the fuck bench - and instead of perhaps the ram-to-the-root he was expecting, I slowly slid my thick pozzing tool into Zeb's slick hole. A short shove would be over quickly, but this dragged out the overstimulation of his hole in his post-orgasm state. "AAAAGH! EVIL! Ram it in, fucker, get this over with! GOD... FUCKING... DAMN!" I motioned to the other two - and they knelt down on either side of the fuck bench - which had a fairly narrow but well padded rail to lie on - and they started chewing Zeb's nipples. "AAAA! FUCK! You bastards! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!" I froze. "So... you want us to stop?!" "Damn you, NO! Use me!" So - I plowed in to the root, and started long-dicking his hole, pulling back until the rim of my cockhead was just inside his outer ring then back in all the way to the balls. Logan stopped gnawing on a nipple long enough to grab a ball gag off the wall and stuff it in Zeb's yap, then went back to work on that nipple. Eventually, Zeb's bellows died down to whimpers and I picked up the pace of my fucking. Gerry pulled the gag out of Zeb's mouth, and after a long draught of his drink muttered "I'm such a fuckin' lucky faggot!" Gerry and Logan switched to using their hands on Zeb's nipples and started chanting "Breed the faggot! Seed the faggot! POZ the faggot!" And of course, every time they dropped the six-letter F-bomb, Zeb's rectum spasmed on my shaft getting me a little closer to pumping another charged load into him. "What do you want, Zeb?" "I want your demon seed in me, Papa Bear. I want to be your urinal and be covered in your musk. I want to be the fuckhole you whore out to your friends. I want to finally poz up and be able to pound your strain into any hole you want me to fill. I want to serve and service you, Papa Bear; I want to bring nothing but pleasure into your life." He looked over at Logan "You're still one of the hottest men I've ever met - but there's something about Papa Bear that gets its claws into my pig soul." He turned to Gerry and added "You're one hell of a hot fuck and the best ass eater I've ever known - I hope Papa Bear will allow me to service you often." He looked back over his shoulder. "Assuming that Papa Bear wants to adopt a stinkin' redneck poz-chasing otter pup, that is." That's when I shot my load in him. He moaned and pushed back against me. "But we can discuss that after you finish breedin' my faggot fuckhole with your biohazard ball-juice!" I finished and pulled out; Logan said "One more before we sleep" and must have been on the edge already, as he slamfucked a load into Zeb in record time considering all the fucking he'd done. I knelt down near Zeb's head and said "I don't make snap decisions; especially not when I'm tired and nearly fucked out - and the man who brought it up is more than half drunk. There's plenty we'll have to discuss when we're in our right minds - but for now I'll just say it's definitely something we NEED to talk about." Zeb grinned as I started to unstrap him. "S'all I can ask for, Papa Bear. What do we do now?" "Well, we're going to my oversized bed and get some sleep." "All four of us?!" Gerry asked. "If you like." Gerry looked abashed and said "Will you take it badly if I say I remembered that I have a commitment ... later this afternoon, now ... and I really should get home?" All three of us said "No!" in chorus, which then made us all laugh. I pointed to the open shower in the corner and said "Go clean up - where we can enjoy watching you - and we'll go from there." He cleaned up well; there was only a little smell of manstink, cigar smoke and cum that clung to his clothes and I figured most late-night drivers had smelled worse; really, it could almost pass as an exotic cologne. I made sure he had all the relevant contact info before his Lyft showed up to whisk him home. Logan had already got Zeb upstairs to the bedroom and Logan and I were about to sandwich him between us when he said "Wait! Shouldn't I have a buttplug so I don't get cum all over the sheets?" I pulled him close so my cock settled into the cleft of Zeb's ass - and Logan settled into position in front - as I said "I like cum on my sheets...." and all three of us drifted off to sleep.

As I've long maintained - it makes a big difference if a hung, rough biker says "I'm gonna BREED your ass, faggot!" or "I'm gonna BEAT your ass, faggot!" And yeah, having an extremely masculine bearded & hung topfucker calling me faggot as he plows my hole is really hot to me too!

All the tops managed to breed each of the three pigs, though quite a few dropped out right after their third fuck, including Mr. Grumpy. Tops who dropped out had to leave the bullpen - but could either go to another room where they could watch the bottoms getting fucked, or simply change back into their street clothes and leave. The wolf-pup was almost as much fun as the musk-otter; no one had made him cum (and despite my best efforts, I didn't either) but his copious cockdrool had soaked his jock and added to the sloppy puddle on the floor under his sling... so he was clearly enjoying himself. When I approached him, he got a lewd grin on his face and said "Santa! You know just what kind of GIFT I want!" and made me laugh as I mounted his furry ass... and while I didn't know if I would be the one whose gift would take, I certainly did my best! The blond musk fan turned out to be called Gerry; as I wound up with Mr. College Jock last - who as I said, was handsome enough but just left me uninspired - Gerry's butt-munching is what helped get me up and drippin' to finish the trilogy. As it turned out, Logan was the last one to fuck the jock... and indeed, wound up knocking him out; he tapped out right after Logan's raging, cum-churning fuck. I was a little shocked to realize that half the tops were gone - we were down to two chaser pigs and 4 tops; myself, Logan, Gerry and a ginger-goateed fellow in a leather harness, chaps and boots who had a lovely thick uncut cock with a 0-gauge PA in the head. Logan and I were watching Gerry pounding the musk-otter and the leather dude reaming the wolf-pup when Nate announced that the top queue was being dropped; as long as SOME top was able to step up when there was an available pig, the party would continue. Logan leaned over to me and whispered "Hey, whichever one of us gets to the otter next, tell him to tap out when we're done - and then we'll see if we can get him to come back with us for more without all the damn rules." "I already told him he should come with us after the party, and he seemed to agree." Logan grinned at me. "Always thinking ahead - and I knew you'd love his hole and that hot musk of his!" Ginger goatee blew a nut into the wolf-pup and Logan was about to head in when the pup called it quits; the attendant brought him an impressive buttplug which vanished into his hole with seeming ease, then he dismounted the sling, grinned and blew a kiss into the camera and left. Ginger came back into the bullpen and said "Gentlemen, it's been fun - but that's all I can do." He glanced down, then said "I know, still hard - but I also know I can't cum again, so I'll bid you good night. And you, sir - " he said, addressing himself to Logan, "are one of the hottest fuckers I've ever seen breed a hole. I hope I get to share a sex party with you again sometime." Logan gave him a big bearhug, whispering something into his ear that made Ginger blush, then he headed out to the locker room. (I later found out that Logan had noticed the biohazard tat on Ginger's calf as he was changing at the beginning of the party before he pulled up a sock to cover it, and offered him a Truvada-resistant recharge if he wanted it.) Gerry howled as he shot into the musk-otter, pitching forward and rubbing his face in one of those ripe pits as he finished unloading. Logan prepared to go in for another round... but as Gerry headed toward the bullpen, the otter called it quits, rather to our surprise. When Gerry came in, he looked a bit confused and said "When I had my muzzle in his armpit, he whispered for me to 'tell them to wait for me'... I have no idea what that's about." Both Logan and I grinned and I said "C'mon, let's get dressed and I'll explain." A few minutes later we were standing out on the sidewalk and had just explained to Gerry our plan for an "after-party" - and invited him to join us - when the otter came bounding out of the party house with a grin on his face. "Glad y'all waited for me - and is it gonna be all three of you? Hot damn!" As it turned out that Gerry and Zeb ("Yeah, short for Zebediah; I'm redneck to the core") had gotten rides to the party like Logan and didn't have vehicles, we all piled into my car; I switched the vent system to "recirculate" because with 3 ripe men and one musk fan that had been wallowing in our stink in the car, it quickly turned into a manstink hotbox. Looking at the dash, it suddenly dawned on me that it was only 10 minutes to 11; I pointed that out and suggested we all go grab a bite at a late-night gay restaurant I knew that wouldn't blink at four men reeking of sweat and cum (Zeb had just let dry the load I'd fucked out of him) before going to my place to resume the play. That got enthusiastic agreement, with Zeb adding that his buttplug was "holding back the tide ... for now". I'd been thinking in terms of "quick snack" but given how much energy all of us had burned off, it turned into a full late-night meal... which had the additional advantage of giving Gerry and myself more time to recover. During the ride to my place, I went over a few things; it turned out Gerry didn't smoke, but had no objection to us smoking cigars. Zeb - pardon the pun - lit up when I mentioned that Logan and I were stogie-chompers and added that he liked a cigar now and then himself. It also turned out that Gerry was one of the tops at the party who wasn't poz, but obviously had no problem sharing a pig with poz breeders. Piss? Everyone on board and Gerry and Zeb glad to hear my playroom had a floor drain. "I have a request," Zeb said. "These two have mentioned what a great butt muncher you are, Gerry; if it's something you'd enjoy, I'd love to have you felch my sloppy hole so I can see that hot beard glazed with well churned cum." "I'm dead" Gerry said, and when we reacted he explained "I mean, I've clearly died and gone to Paradise. YES! I'd love to!" It wasn't long after that we were pulling into my driveway and it was time to put the ideas into action.

Hey guys - thanks for all the responses and feedback! Thanks to you, I've "won the day" here two days in a row for having the most-liked content! That's amazing! And yes, there will be another segment posted here soon - I just wanted to put this note of thanks up separately so it didn't get lost in the story.

As luck would have it - he wound up being my first fuck too, and he grinned at my approach like he had at Logan. Given the cum dripping from his hole at that point, I simply plowed in balls deep, which got me a loud "Fuck YEAH, Papa Bear!" followed by a near whispered "Pound my faggot fuckhole full of your toxic seed, Bubba; make me one of your cumdumps!" His southern accent wasn't strong (and I'm no expert so I couldn't tell exactly where from), but it was in line with his redneck look. As I started plowing, I responded "Hell yes, you bug chasin' otter-pig; you're gonna get my biggest charged load of the night, and the men who breed you after me will keep churning my poison in your guts!" Though he was obviously sloppier than when Logan had mounted him, I immediately saw what he'd meant about this hole; it was easy to ram in balls-deep, and it was clearly slick 'n sloppy with multiple hot loads now... but it still somehow felt tight, gripping my thick shaft almost like I do when I jerk off. I caught motion in my peripheral vision and glanced over to see Logan about to mount the wolf-pup; despite having already taken a number of loads, he yelped a loud "Ay, papi!" as Logan plowed in to the pubes; that at least answered the ethnic question. I reached forward to grab the chains at the head of the sling, and as I did the otter grinned again and said "You smell as good as that furry biker, Papa Bear!" He'd had his arms at his sides, but now raised them to put his hands over mine... and the powerful musk from those hairy pits of his hit me. "DAMN, pig - you're one to talk about US smellin' good!" "Takes one to know one, I guess." He quickly moved his hands when I let go of the chains; I dipped my hands into those rank pits, then brought them to my face and inhaled deeply as I rubbed the sweat into my beard. As I reached for a second dose, one palm trailed across his nipple on that side and while he didn't gasp or make any kind of visible display, I could feel his fuckhole clenching and twitching around my cock... and I knew what had to happen. I motioned to one of the attendants and asked him to adjust the musk-otter's jock; his cock had gotten hard from the fucking, but it was trapped in what had to be an uncomfortable bend - and while he hadn't complained, I planned to make him nut and I didn't want any unnecessary impediments. (To insure neither the bottoms nor the tops were stroking a bottom off, only the attendants were allowed to make such adjustments. I thought that was a little weird, but I understood the idea.) That done, I started humping him harder, which tended to make him bounce away from me ... until I latched onto his nipples with a firm grip. That DID make him gasp and his hole clench down on my cock with surprising ferocity; I rolled them between my forefinger and thumb, increasing the pressure until his expression said it was edging into uncomfortable, then backing off a bit. Being held in place by his nipples, my pounding sent shock waves through his body - and when I glanced down, his cock was absolutely rock hard (and significantly bigger than I'd figured) with precum freely drooling through the mesh pouch of his classic style sports jock. (Personally, I prefer jocks with a cotton pouch; they stink/stain up so much better - but that's me.) "Fuck-ing-HELL, Papa Bear! Are those your hands or fucking vice-grips?!" "They're my paws - and along with this big bear cock, I'm gonna make you nut for me, faggot!" (That word also made his hole go berzerk on my cock.) "Yeah, fuckhole - I love the way torquing your tits makes your hole try to suck the toxic seed out of me!" "Breed me, Poz Bear! Knock me up with your demon seed!" "Not 'til you nut for me, faggot!" It seemed clear to me he didn't want to cum yet - I figured like many men, once he'd shot his load his hole would become especially sensitive or maybe he'd lose interest in further fucking - but he was obviously chasing hard, and wouldn't want to pass up more potentially charged loads... and the Evil Bear in me wanted to make him have to work for those loads through whatever kind of challenge cumming early on would be for him. Working his nipples had clearly brought him to the edge along with my jackhammer pounding his ass, but I needed something else to push him over the edge. Our gazes were locked, and impulsively I hawked and spat square in his face. "AAAAAUUGH!!!!" he bellowed, as a huge shot of jism blasted out of his cock, hit the jock mesh and turned into a spray of droplets that landed from his eyebrows on down. A second, even bigger volley sprayed all over him and the scent of his cum in addition to the sight of those impressive loads pushed me over the line - and I roared, rammed in as deep as I could and pumped my lethal seed even deeper into his bug-hungry hole. As he felt my hot scum filling him, that reinforced his own orgasm and several more hefty shots of otter cum spattered across his beard and torso. In all, I planted about 5 doses of contaminated cum in him, which I made sure to distribute well in his gut with some final thrusts. I leaned forward and he and I swapped spit for a few moments, and then I turned my head away from the camera so I could whisper "You won't regret coming with the biker and me later", to which he responded "Got it!" I hauled myself back to my feet and winked at him as I tasted some of his cum that had transfered to my pelt when I was face to face with him. I pulled out of him with a bit of a pop that made him twitch, and as I moved to the exit he signaled the attendants for a 10 minute break, and water. As it happened, the guy who'd remarked on Logan "showing off" was next up and seemed annoyed that he was going to have to wait a bit for either the musk-otter to recover or another hole to open up; too bad for him, and I made a mental note to remark on his bad attitude to Nate. On the other end of the attitude spectrum was the blonde bear who'd had the rimming session with Logan; he was grinning at me and said "Awesome fuck, man - love how you made that pig cum all over himself. And damn if you don't smell as good as that other furry beast!" "He and I are good friends with similar tastes that way... and since you like it...." I interlaced my fingers and stretched up, presenting both of my dripping pits, and he went for 'em like a hungry dog after a bone... and his own bone was soon dripping hard as he beard-buffed my pits... and despite having just blown my load, he started me on my way to my next hardon. "I'd love to get my face in that hairy ass of yours!" he said when he came up for air. "I'd love that too - but how about we save that for a little later, when I might need help gettin' ready to breed whichever pig comes up third for me? Just watching you and Logan in your butt-munchin' 69 earlier got me hot - I can only imagine that actually getting this beard in my crack and your tongue in my hole - and mine in yours! - will have me ready to breed butt in short order!" "It's a plan, then. I can't tell you how hot it is for me that there are TWO really musky men on the team; it's uncommon to find guys who smell so good." "Oh, just wait for your turn with the dude I just fucked! He stinks as good as Logan or I; you'll love it!" He grinned, and I went on "But I have to ask - for someone who likes manstink, why don't you have much yourself?" He groaned. "It's my job - I work with a bunch of prissy types and they'd throw a fit; one guy who used to work there actually got complaints made about him to HR because he let slip that didn't wear deodorant! Not that he actually smelled - it was entirely in their minds. Fortunately, I'm at a somewhat higher level so they're reluctant to bitch if there's no actual issue... but I still have to be muskless for work. But even when I go camping, say, and don't bathe for a week or more - I still don't really stink the way I'd like. Guess it's like so many other things - big beards, hairy bodies, thick dicks - some guys get it, some don't." "True enough, I suppose. I'm lucky enough to be self-employed so I can stink as much as I like most of the time. I'd be happy to have you wallow in my stink whenever you like - and for that matter, I could lend you a really ripe t-shirt when you'll have a chance to wear it for a few days straight and see if maybe we can pump up your musk." "That would be great! Hey, I'm getting close to my next fuck; can I get another turn in those pits?" I just grinned and raised my arms again....

I'd had to park about a block from the party house and as I approached, a Lyft car dropped off Logan. "What timing, eh?" he grinned. His jeans did nothing to hide the fact he was running at least half hard - that, and the wet spot that had soaked through any underwear he had on to show clearly on the faded denim. I pointed it out and he said "Fuck, man - the way my dick drools I'm over being embarrassed about it. The one use I have for rubbers is if I'm going somewhere I really can't be showing a wet spot, I'll put one on to catch it. Going to a fuck party? Not even wearing underwear." As it turned out we were the first tops to arrive and the host - Nate - showed us to where we could strip down and get ready before heading into the "bullpen" while we waited for the rest of the guests to arrive and everything to get started. Some tops went in for fetishwear - leather, rubber or whatever, partly because Nate insisted all tattoos that suggested a poz man be covered - but Logan had decided to keep it simple: "My boots, fur and B.O. is all I'm gonna have on." I'd decided to do mostly the same - to show off my thick silver pelt - but I added a pair of raunchy boxers I liked to wear while fucking; I figured there'd be plenty of cum splashback after the pigs had been bred a few times and I liked the idea of having that added to my fuck shorts. Nate had set an early and narrow arrival window, to keep "gay time" from delaying the start of the party; anyone who was late simply didn't get in and if it was without a good (and verifiable) explanation they'd simply be dropped from consideration. That might seem a recipe for killing a gay party given how many gay men are, frankly, flakes - but the stories people told about his events kept the interest high. I did notice he tended to lean rather heavily on dependable regulars - like me - and people those regulars recommended - like Logan - for his tops. Still, it seemed to work. Nate tended to pick bottoms of a similar nature for a given party and had a knack for picking a slate of tops for them; fortunately for Logan, this party featured young men in the cub-to-otter range, all with facial hair and hairy-assed. Logan had been lucky; Nate had run into trouble getting commitments from enough tops - and I had a good track record for recommending reliable people, so he took a chance. Normally, he liked to have men attend one of his less structured bareback parties to see how they did before inviting them to a more focused breeding event. As other men drifted in, I explained to Logan that the only party our host threw that was more exclusive was one bottom and a bunch of tops; for that, the bottom had to commit to taking all the tops as long as there were any that still wanted to fuck. In this case, a bottom could "tap out" after taking a minimum number of loads based on the top/bottom ratio and after all the tops had gotten at least one turn with each pig. Short of that they could signal for a 10 minute break in between fucks - the only things they were permitted to do while getting fucked is ask for water, poppers or more lube; they had to take the fuck the way the top wanted to give it. Nate supervised their cleanouts, so it was very rare that the only other reason for a break - a cleanout failure - would be relevant. He also had a queuing system that he'd explained to me once - it was a little complicated but struck me as a fair way to manage this kind of party so the bottoms' holes stayed full and made sure each top had a chance at all the bottoms - and for that matter, maximized the bottoms' exposure to the poz breeders. To get around revealing who was gifting the virus, all the tops were told to talk as if they were poz. (While there was nothing to keep a top from hooking up with one of the bottoms after the party and revealing his status - at least DURING the party, the pigs wouldn't know who was delivering charged loads, so they'd have to work for all of them.) The tops' room had a monitor showing the three fuck positions (the bottoms could choose between a sling or a fuck bench; in this case, they'd all gone with slings) and the queue showing what top was up next - and would indicate if the first man had to be bypassed because the next bottom to be available was one he'd already bred. Once every top had bred every hole, it went to simple rotation and once enough tops had called it quits, the last few tops had free choice. I wondered if Logan would personally knock out any bottoms - by which I mean once the bottoms could call it a night, doing so right after he'd bred them. Nate had told me that the queue was randomly generated - but he reserved the right to make "adjustments"; I noticed that one way or another Logan was up first, which meant he got free choice of the three pigs; the second man could pick either of the remaining two, and the third man had to take the last available hole. The three little pigs were hot in different ways; all of them were wearing jockstraps, because this was entirely about their fuckholes, and a reminder to the tops that if the bottoms wanted to cum, they had to do it exclusively from getting plowed. One looked like a hairy, bearded frat boy jock type with medium brown fur on a reasonably athletic body and a slightly darker beard; good looking but kind of generic, in my view. Another was more defined and muscular - the kind I might call a "wolf-pup" and with darker skin (I couldn't make up my mind between middle-eastern and latino), a broad, bushy black moustache and heavy stubble with a dense black chest pelt. The last one - and the one I figured Logan would make a beeline for - was an inked-up, rednecky looking otter with a shaved head, a big bushy long goatee and really hairy pits and ass; not too much hair on his chest - just a "torso T", but I knew that thickly furred butt crack of his would get Logan's attention... and I was right. I was a little surprised that the hot wolf-pup was the last chosen, but then I recalled that the top second in line had a thing for college boys, so there you go. The otter got a big grin on his face when he saw the biker grizzly with dick drool streaming from his rock-hard cock stomping in his direction. The grin got even bigger and he gave a whoop as Logan rammed his dripping cock to the pubes in the otter's lubed up hole; his expression shifted to one of blissed-out pleasure as Logan started pounding. The otter's vocalizations became non-verbal grunts as his eyes glazed over, staring directly into Logan's eyes. Normally, with a half-day break Logan would fire his first load fairly quickly - but even his rapid-fire had been slowed a bit by the amount of fucking he'd been doing lately and it took him a good 15 minutes of pounding before his trouser snake filled the otter's hole with hot venom; both of the other tops in the first wave had already shot and been replaced, and one of the men in the waiting room muttered "Show-off!" when Logan finally lumbered out of the fuck space. I smirked internally - if he thought THAT was showing off, the guy was going to be amazed as the night went on. The rules forbade any sucking or fucking amongst the tops - but one of the men down the list (just above me) went over to Logan and told him how "fucking awesome" he smelled, and in very short order the two of them were in an energetic rimming 69, having agreed on a "back off" signal so neither would waste a load that belonged in one of the pigs. The man had a full, thick blond beard and seemed to be wallowing in soaking it with the sweat in Logan's hairy crack. They set off more interaction amongst the tops - nipple chewing, deep kissing, mutual stroking, etc. - centered on the men up next, so they could walk into the fuck room raging hard and ready to breed; the quicker those tops came, the sooner the ones still waiting would get some (or more) ass. After Logan's hole-munching 69 broke up, he came over and said "Don't know about the other two yet, but that otter's got an AMAZING hole; I'm looking forward to hearing what you think of him."

Hot! And I hope you eventually get to return the favor, whether he knows what he's getting or not.

Thank you! I have had erotic fiction published before, but this is one of my first attempts at a gifting/stealthing story. (Everything else I've written has been sort of "default" bareback because I never mentioned condoms.) Another portion sometime tomorrow later today. As the song goes, "An-ti-ci-pa-tion!" <grin>

I didn't get the video until the next day - but it was worth the wait. His camera placement was excellent and he knew how to play to them without it being obvious to Teddy that's what he was doing. I was amazed when on fuck 4 or 5, as he got close Logan said "Gonna cum!" - and I was expecting Teddy to respond with something like "cum in me" or maybe "fuck me harder" - but Teddy started dropping poz chaser lines! OK, he didn't go as far as asking for a "toxic" load or begging to be "knocked up" - but he did say he wanted Logan's "dirty" load "balls deep" and like that. I don't know if that was genuine or what he thought Logan wanted to hear... but it was quite something hearing this coming out of a former condom nazi! I'd noticed - but it hadn't really registered on me - that one of the profile view cameras just happened to look all the way into the attached bathroom - a happy accident of the door placement. But then I get to the part where Logan ushers Teddy into the bathroom, shoves him down to his knees and starts pissing in his mouth! Another of Teddy's raunch limits blown to hell - maybe we need to bottle Logan's B.O. for the effect it has on bottom pigs! I should clarify - Logan was pissing in Teddy's mouth, who was *guzzling it down* not just letting it flow out again and getting wet in the process. The audio from the bathroom was poor, but I did think I heard Logan telling him "don't spill a drop". And then there were those 11 PrEP-busting, bug-laden loads! Logan had told me that he felt a lot of the stuff that some breeders do to willing chasers to try and ensure the bug "takes" was overkill; he felt that the best approach - and one compatible with stealthing - was just to *keep on fucking* after dropping a load, actively massaging that charged cum into the recipient's fuckhole. Of course with him that tended to just roll forward into fucking another load in - but that could only help too. (Of course, he was used to having a highly infectious strain, so who knows?) I had two particular favorites - Logan woke up first on Saturday morning after banging 3 loads in a row into Teddy on Friday night; he had his typical raging-hard, drooling morning wood - and just shoved that into Teddy's cum-oozing hole and started fucking, pinning him down and forcing him to take it. Teddy struggled a bit at first, but quickly got into it with Logan's broad cockhead banging hard on his prostate. The other was the reverse - Logan lying there on his back snoring with a roaring hardon - and Teddy sitting on it... which led to Teddy getting rolled over, held down and reamed mercilessly when Logan awoke. It was clear that Teddy was shocked by Logan's forceful approach - though you'd think after 10 or more loads he'd have gotten a clue by then - but he quickly got into it, encouraging Logan to "ride me hard" and so on. My own hole was no longer sore from Logan's plowing but his powerfucking style was obviously familiar and made my hole clench at times. I had to start stroking as I watched the video and the count of potent loads blasted up Teddy's hole rose; when I got to the last one - the Monday morning wake-up fuck that was just shy of sexual assault - I shot all over my own beard when Logan roared "Take my NUT, faggot!" as he plowed in toxic dose #13, his crotch grinding hard against Teddy's hairy butt. I wished I could see the entire fucks instead of just a highlight reel - but figured maybe I could convince him to show them to me someday, if not let me have full copies. (He had finally agreed to let me have the videos of him fucking ME, as long as I promised not to post them online. Our poz talk was very blunt throughout all our fucking and he understandably didn't want any potential stealth targets tipped off.) During the week I got several updates from him via Signal; he'd had a number of other men lined up to breed, mostly either already poz who wanted to get held down and plowed by a big burly biker or bugchasers who were hoping to get knocked up; but despite having told Teddy he had plans during the week and would be busy, the little shit seemed to not care that Logan had other things/men to do. Logan got progressively more irritated with Teddy's wheedling for more of his cock; "In a way it's an ego boost to have someone so desperate for more of me - but damn it, he GOT a baker's dozen of my loads over a long weekend! What a greedy little creep!" "Yeah, well - that fits." "I didn't tell ya before - but I'd actually started to wonder if he was so bad... then at one point I went off to get us drinks and I overheard him trashing people right and left with his friends when he thought I was out of earshot. I have NO regrets for doing my best to knock him up!" "Glad to hear it, buddy. Other than him being a pest, how's it going?" "Great! Lots of willing holes - had a 'mostly top' guy the other day who wants to go from shooting blanks to live ammo, so I really reamed him hard; after, he thanked me for 'doing the job right' so I hope he gets what he wants. I'm looking forward to that party Friday night you were telling me about, but I blanked on the details...?" "Oh, it's a 'breed the bugchasers' party - 3 slings, 3 pigs who want to poz and they don't know which tops are poz - and at the end, they're only told their *total* of charged loads, not who gave them the poison seed. I've been to a couple, they're lots of fun. The bottoms have to impress the buddy of mine who throws 'em because to have at least two tops per bottom is difficult to put together so they have to make it worth the tops' time. Like I said the other day, you and your machine-gun cock are going to be popular even if you have to wait a while in between turns while all the tops get rotated through. All the bottoms have at least a goatee, so I'm sure you'll breed 'em all. <grin>" "One last thing for now... I discovered I fucked up when I made my reservation - I have to be out of here on Saturday, but I wasn't going to leave 'til Sunday. Any ideas?" "Sure, you can stay here Saturday night. We'll go out, have some fun and you can gift me any dirty cum you don't want to take home. I've got space in my garage for your bike so you won't have to park it on the street." "Great! By the way, have you heard anything from your scientist bud?" "We just gave him your blood sample two days ago - it takes at least a week for all the testing. He told me he would like samples from me once a month for a while to follow what happens. I'll be sure to keep you updated on the results." "I don't know why, but it's really been turning me on to think of having a brother breeder with my strain of the virus... can you imagine us double-penetrating some pig and both of us filling him with the same strain? Just thinkin' about it makes my dick leak!" "Doing your laundry makes your dick leak," I joked, "but I know what you mean. Love the idea of our cocks slipping back and forth next to each other in the fuckhole of a piggy begging for us to plant our dirty seed...!" "Fuck yea! Whoops, gotta run, bud - have a trick showing up soon. I'll take a half day off before the party and I'll see you there - I found the email you sent with all the details." "Ride hard, man!" "As always!"

After he arrived, Logan called and told me that Teddy had bit *HARD*; he'd started out with one of the hookup sites that allowed searching by location, figuring that was more plausible than saying Teddy's profile had "just happened" to pop up on one of the phone apps. The photos of his furry muscular body and the big suggestive bulge in the crotch of a pair of snug jeans and a speedo got him an enthusiastic response when he told Teddy he'd be visiting the area soon. Their chat had quickly gone to sex and after Logan provided a photo of his big dripping hardon, Teddy provided his hookup app accounts to make sure it was easy for them to connect. Logan had gotten himself a prime AirBnB setup - and when I came over he'd already set up his hidden cameras in the bedroom, because he planned to record every fuck and load he planted while he was there - "Especially the stealth caps I'm gonna pop in that furry slut's neg ass!" he said. "Forget him for the moment - I don't want this hot musk of yours to go to waste, and you promised me some of that PrEP-busting bug too!" I shoved one arm up and was thankful Logan always wore sleeveless muscle shirts as I ground my beard into his ripe, dripping pit fur. Logan had made the trip on his Harley and clearly hadn't showered for some time before that - much to my pleasure. "Fuck yeah, buddy - gonna cover you with my stink and recharge your poz ass with my strain! I love the idea of having you out there knocking up smug PrEP pigs with my resistant bugs!" I pulled back from his armpit and as I moved over to the other side, he stripped off the muscle shirt and started on his pants; after he dropped those, he maneuvered me so his free hand could dive down the back of my pants and start fingering my hole, which was pre-lubed and ready. I opened my pants, dropped 'em and kicked them to the side, then worked my way down through his sweaty chest fur to the main prize: his thick, hard, dripping, rank, uncut cum-cannon. I skinned it back and while he wasn't actually cheesy he was right on the edge, so I did a first pass with my beard to add that scent to his pit funk, then went to work spit-polishing his shaft from pisshole to root. I was all the way down on his meat, swabbing his balls with my now-raunchy beard when he said "I gotta breed! I've been thinking about that furry fuckhole of yours all day and I need to get this load of poison in you before I waste it!" I simply dropped to all fours and braced myself; uncharacteristically for him, he didn't even give my hole a pro-forma tongue swipe (normally, Logan religiously followed the maxim of "eat it before you fuck it") and slid his dripping cock into my hungry hole. Not a brutal ramming - but an irresistable steady push, until his bushy pubes were grinding against my hairy ass. "You want this, Max?" "Fuck yeah! I want your fucking killer cum blasted balls deep in my hole! I want that PrEP-busting bug so I can go to pig parties and leave men who think they're safe with a gift they'll never forget! I want a hot strain that both gift-givers and bugchasers will beg me to share with them! RECHARGE ME, FUCKER!" His furry bulk slammed down onto my back, knocking me down onto my chest and belly; he grabbed my shoulders and gave me a few more deep strokes, then rammed in as far as he could, howled and I felt his hot, thick jizz loaded with his vicious virus start spurting into me. He ground his hips against me as spurt after spurt of his infectious seed filled my hole. "FuuuUUUCK! I've been holding that back way too long!" he said. "Get up - let's get to the bed 'cause I have more bugs to blast up your hole, but I wanna see your face while I'm churning that first dirty load and gettin' ready to add to it!" He slowly pulled back, letting me feel his broad cockhead sliding out; next thing I knew I was on my back in bed, one of his ripe armpits covering my face while he plowed back into my ass. I turned my head to one side and said "Fucking DAMN you smell good, buddy! Better than I remember!" "Don't think I'd ever been in my raunchy leather jacket for days before you got to me... not to mention a lot of those days roasting in the sun riding here!" "Pity to waste it because of that little prick..." "Hey, I raunch up fast ...and I'll have my stinkin' pit shirt and the jacket to help once I'm done with him. Sorry that first load was so fast, but I haven't shot in almost three days." "I figured - besides, I know you can shoot over and over again - that's one of the reasons you're so popular at sex parties." "Just wonder how many I'm gonna be able to get into that dude ... I'm hoping I'm still one and done, but under the circumstances I'll breed him as many times as I can just to make sure." "I look forward to seeing him still walking funny days later!" Logan grinned. "One of my specialties!" and with that, he covered my face with his other armpit and picked up the pace until he blasted his second dose of anti-PrEP into my hungry hole. Over the next couple of days Logan bred me frequently - as he wasn't sure if a guy already poz would be easier or more difficult to convert to his strain. I explained that I had an acquaintance who studied the bug and liked getting samples from promiscuous barebackers to trace the variations. I suggested that after his attempt to knock up Teddy that we get a sample from him so I'd be able to tell if my strain changed to match his. "Great idea! More certain than just breeding every dude on PrEP you can and wondering - if any of 'em convert - if it was really you." "Well - breeding lots of guys sure sounds good to me, especially if your strain takes." Then the (for me) sad day arrived when Logan stopped breeding me; he'd decided he needed to not cum for a day to ensure a performance with Teddy that would pass as "horny biker who hasn't cum for days". I thought he was being a little overcautious - but on the other hand, I could see wanting to ensure he had a full-potency depth charge ready to plow into the target. I mentioned Logan's AirBnB setup - he was right near the local "bear bar" so it would make perfect sense to go there after meeting up with Teddy, and thus get the breeding on video... and of course anyone else he picked up to fuck after he was done with Teddy. It was surprising to me how much the weekend seemed to drag - no word from Logan, and I didn't see him out at the bear or the leather bar - I hoped that was a good sign. Finally, late Monday morning I got a text from him - "Lucky #13! Chat me up on Signal!" I pulled up the encrypted chat app and said "You got THIRTEEN loads in him?! How many on video?" "Finally got rid of him because he had to go to work - in rumpled clothes cause he never went back to his place. Yup, 13 - and 11 of 'em on video. He took me to some other bar a ways off Saturday night that had this sort of screened off area on their patio - lots of guys back there having sex and apparently he wanted people to see him getting bred by me. Then yesterday I took him for a ride on my Harley - surprisingly, he's not a bad passenger - and I decided to breed him in a dirty men's room after we stopped for gas; he wasn't too thrilled about that, but I love that shit. Rode him hard with barely any lube but my last load in his hole and I could feel him squirming every time I hit a bump on the way back." "Any problems with your B.O.?" "Fuck no! I'd already decided to let my musk come back on its own accord and just see what happened - don't know if I converted him in that way too or if he was just being prissy in his profiles but by the end he was sounding almost like you talking about how much he loved my 'hairy biker stink'... so I'm already back to being nearly as ripe as when I arrived. Got him raving about my stink in a couple of the last videos, not to mention me in the first one reminding him I'm poz and does he really want to take me raw, with him stating he's not worried because he's on PrEP... so if he gets pissy about it if I did knock him up, I've got proof he was MORE than willing. I already had that from the saved chat log, but better to have him on video." "Awesome! What now?" "I'm gonna take a day to recover, and we'll see; he's actually a pretty good fuck, but he can't suck a dick as thick as mine worth a shit and my cock is sore from his damn teeth. I kept trying to tell him I just wanted his fuckhole but he kept trying to suck me anyway. I'm going to spend some of that time putting together a "best of" video for ya; I normally don't share my fuck vids, but in this case you might need to have the proof he was willing on hand." "I understand you being cautious but I don't think it'll be necessary; remember, he's turned into a real PrEP slut and I doubt he'll be able to pick you out of the crowd as the one who knocked him up." "I like to be sure about this kind of thing, but you know him better than I do. Besides, even if you don't need it to defend my 'honor' - I owe you for setting this up, and I know you'll enjoy watching me bangin' my bugs up his ass!" "Damn right! I look forward to seeing it!" "I'll ping ya here when it's ready. I'm gonna go grab a late breakfast then get to it. Later, man!"

Since you asked so nicely...

This is a serial story I've been working on; it's finished through a good stopping point - but if there's enough interest, I can continue it further. There's also a side story already in the works. So - at least as far as THIS story goes, it will not be abandoned before a resolution. ***** "I detest that little shit!" I looked at Rick, puzzled. "Who? Why?" "The little dude over there in the green shorts hitting on that big musclebear." "Why - were you planning to go after that guy yourself?" "Not my point. Do you remember an obnoxious condom nazi who got himself banned from the bathhouses and the sex clubs who insisted everyone call him Theo?" "Oh, right... wait... that's him?! I remember him being a twink that turned up his nose at anyone who wasn't shaved from nose to toes." "He was... then I guess he realized he was aging out of the Twink zone, dropped out of sight for a few months and reappeared with a surprisingly heavy pelt grown back, a neat little beard and telling everyone to call him "Teddy" now - and instead of other hairless "little boy" types, now he chases muscle bears - emphasis on the muscle. If you recall, my big problem with him was that he had a vicious little habit of focusing his condom-nazi bullshit on guys HE didn't think were attractive - most often chunky bears and older men - and try and get them thrown out, like he was trying to turn a bathhouse into a hall of his own personal fantasy men. Well, he's still as big a body fascist as ever - to guys like the one he's talking to he's sweet as pie; if one's a little too old, a little too pudgy or whatever ... he's one of the nastiest little queens around ... unless he's trying to impress a potential trick, of course. On top of that, he went from condom nazi to Truvada campaigner - telling everyone it was a great *backup* in case a condom broke - to quietly dropping that and turning into a major PrEP Pig. I can only guess that at some point, one of those musclebears - on being told Ted was on PrEP - just held him down, raw-fucked him cross-eyed and he realized what he'd been missing all these years." "Aaaah, right, all the gossip is coming back to me now... I never ran into the little fuck, he never seemed to infest the sex clubs I like." "That's because all the sex club owners pre-emptively banned him when the first bathhouse banned him for his condom nazi tricks. Apparently he thought those places were beneath him until he got himself banned from all the bathhouses - and by then he was unwelcome at the sex clubs too. I know the owner of the Pig Trough and apparently Ted threw quite a fit when they wouldn't let him in, and would only tell him that it was because he'd been banned from the bathhouses. It's a little strange if you're expecting them to be competitive - but the owners of all the tubs and sex pits know each other and they share info about troublemakers. Usually it's druggies, dealers or guys who don't have even a rough idea of what 'consent' is - but Ted there got under their skin. I mean, sure they want to know about some kinds of misbehavior - especially if it's someone making a mess, literal or figurative they'll have to clean up - but a tattle-tale about guys he didn't find attractive who were fucking raw wasn't anything they wanted to deal with." "You said he's on PrEP?" I asked, and Rick nodded back. I started to chuckle. "What's so funny, Max?" "My buddy Logan is going to be visiting in about two weeks; he recently found out his strain of the bug is extremely resistant to Truvada; since he knows I'm as big a gift-giving perv as he is, he asked if I wanted to be exposed and of course I said yes. Now, I'm not Ted's type - maybe 'muscle bear' enough, but too old for his tastes. But from what you've said and going by that dude he's been chatting up, I bet he'd be all over Logan trying to get into his pants. He's about 6'4, built, covered in silky black fur and has a shaved head and a thick black beard. Oh, and a nice thick 8" to plow his dirty seed into any hole he can." "And you're thinking of siccing him on Teddy to see if that nasty strain can punch through the PrEP and knock Teddy up? I love it!" "Yeah - Logan used to brag about 'one fuck and knocked up' because his strain was so infectious; I don't know if it still is after whatever brought in the PrEP resistance, but it's sure worth a try if we can make it happen. He hasn't got any poz ink to give it away - while he gets off on any kind of breeding, he LOVES to stealth." "Damn... I'm getting a chub just thinking about it. I know a few guys in Teddy's orbit who'll know about what apps he's on and stuff." I looked at Rick. "This sounds like it's personal for you." "It's not about me, if that's what you mean. I don't want to talk about it right now, though." I dropped the point and we went on to chat about other things, and Rick later dropped me an email with a list of Teddy's hookup app and website accounts. I read them over and then contacted Logan - who, as I predicted, LOVED the idea; not just the stealthing part, but as someone who'd fuck anyone with facial hair and could be friendly with anyone else he loved the idea of sticking it to a former condom nazi who'd targeted "unattractive" men, and who was rude to anyone he didn't want to fuck. We talked about making some judicious edits to his own profiles to optimize his appeal to Teddy - who, for example, said he wasn't into "mansmells". (I'd just have to thoroughly tongue-bathe Logan before he showered to go after the little shit.) So - a photo of his arm in a bicep pose with his hairy armpit dripping sweat got recaptioned from "Wallow in my musk" to "I work out hard!" and other similar tweaks. He set up his travel dates to show a later arrival than he really had, so he and I would have time for our fun and getting set up for his pursuit of Teddy.

I go to Wet 'n Hot and one of the issues is where do you put "stuff" - lube, poppers, smokes, etc. - especially if one has a few things one wants to keep dry, like (in my case) a cigar and lighter. I've been wearing a leather vest for the pockets, but I've seen guys with pouches that hook to a jock waistband and strap to the thigh but I have never been able to find them to buy one. I've seen leather ones - but with simple flap covers and such, they're not going to keep anything dry, and piss isn't good for leather. And no, I don't stuff crap into my socks; that looks so tacky it's not even worth considering. I've checked Mr. S and Fort Troff but no luck - unless I've missed something. Any suggestions/pointers would be greatly appreciated!