RotzBBengel

Had problems with a sore throat myself quite a few times, even a tonsillitis. At the doctor's I was pretty blunt about where I got it from and he advised me to only suck cock during foreplay. The risk of contracting an infection is way higher once the cock has been up someone's ass obviously. Unfortunately, they taste so much better when fresh from my ass...

I love to lick an older guy's hole, especially if he's got a really hairy ass crack. Most times I don't tell them how much I like it though. It's always the best when they think I don't like it at all and just grab me by the hair and grind my face into their crack, because they believe they have to force me, he he...

Very nice! Has me hard and throbbing... "Since all participants have been screened..." No word about the results though... Looking forward to the rest of the story...

Fuckin hot! Have fun at Steamworks...

Honestly, that's all I need to know. So he was kinda immature, with the mind-set of a 5yo. Fine. But there was a very mature cock attached to that slow mind and, as far as the reaction of his cock is concerned, that boy doesn't seem to be slow in all aspects of his body. I guess "...and he seemed to really like it a lot..." means that his fat 20yo dick was hard and dripping in no time flat. Which is a totally healthy reaction. When boys are growing up, sooner or later their cocks take over the thinking. Even more so if their mind is not up to offer much resistance. It would have happened sooner or later, with or without a little help from his young neighbor. And even though he might not be fully capable of understanding what exactly was going on, I'm damn sure his cock made it pretty clear to him that watching porn with you was one of the fuckin' best experiences of his life so far. Or "one of the bestest", as he might have put it... No damage done, don't you think?

Every time I think your stories can't possibly get any better, you come up with a new chapter... RESPECT, wish I could write like that!!!

Terrific!!! Just getting better and better. The big bear with the handcuffs and the ball-gag was close to perfect, but I feel like the host with that wicked leer will outdo him...

Hi Tim, hope you enjoy being here on Breedingzone! And trust me, you don't need condoms to have fun... Felix

If you haven't talked much about it since, that's exactly what you should do. You can't expect to have sex in the flesh, if you don't even dare to talk about it. And you'll have to be the one making the first step. If it's hard for you, it must be almost impossible for your dad, don't you think?

Hey taboodude22, I'd say just address it. Tell him you hope he didn't freak when he got your message and that you didn't mean to offend him. That you've always been surprised by how well he took you being gay, but that there's always a difference between knowing something in theory and being confronted with it like he was and that you hope your sex life won't cause you to fall out. And if he turns out to be comfortable talking about your sex life, just take it from there. If he's not, I think you got your answer... Felix

Fan-FUCKIN-tastic. Love it!!!

And he's not the only one! Great story Getting all wet and sticky myself right now...

Hey Steve, very good point indeed! In my humble opinion, the biggest problem is adults refusing to acknoledge teenaged kids as sexual beings before they reach the age of consent, whatever that might be exactly in their specific area. But we don't creep out from under a rock the moment we turn 16 or 18 or 21. The moment we get access to a computer we're virtually flooded with sex. And nowadays most of it is bareback. So before we even learn about condoms or STDs at school, we've had plenty of opportunities to see how much fun it can be to have your boyhole bred by a stranger on Xtube or read stories about boys begging to be knocked up here on Breedingzone. So once your teachers or parents muster up the courage to give you the talk about the birds and the bees, it might already be too late, your little boyass having been gangbanged regularly over the last year or two. Actually, I know a boy who got pozzed at the age of 12 without even knowing how you contract HIV or how to protect yourself. Felix

What about a surprise reoccurence of Eli? Got that feeling that there's something special in his cum he might be eager to share with Clint as well...

I was tempted to go for "no age of consent", just because I was started very young and never regretted anything. But then I thought twice. If you don't stop at 12, you won't stop at ANY age. And yes, your sexual orientation may be cut and dried as early as 6-10 years old, as psychologists tell us. But even if a 6 year old boy knows that he gets all fidgety whenever a man with a chiseled jawline, a deep voice and furry forearms is around, that doesn't mean that he's ready to handle an adult cock. For most guys "sex" is synonymous with "penetration" and at the risk of disillusioning all you www.nifty.org -addicts: a grown man's beercan-thick 10'' dick will NEVER fit into a 6 year old's boyhole. I know from experience. I wasn't able to take cocks much smaller than that at age 11. In Germany we say "The opposite of well done is well intended." Don't know if there is a comparable phrase in English, too. But what I'm trying to say is: Even if you're no manipulative child molester and truly mean well with the boy, you'll never be able to foretell what effect it's going to have on the child. And I'm not only talking about severe damage to a young kid's rectum, but also about the effect of having your childish innocence taken away from you. Having an adult's cock squirting cum into either one of your holes is the end of your childhood, no matter how old or young you are at that time. And nobody can return it once it's been taken away. So I guess I'll go for "16". At that point most boys should be ready. And if a kid is determined enough to get some cock, he'll go for it anyway, whether there's a law or not.

Looking for both, I hope. Great start, already hooked...

PART III "You caused quite a commotion, young man. Seems like the stallions are champing at the bit already. I think I can even hear them neigh." Harry chuckled and pulled me closer to him. "Glad you waited for me. I really hoped you'd take me up on my offer to show you around. But you never know with all those hot, bigdicked guys around. Hard to believe that none of them came on to you." I snuggled up to Harry, my face resting against his hairy chest. Don't ask me why, but the heat emanating from his furry torso and the smell of his sweaty armpits calmed me down in a second. His muscular arm around my shoulders gave me something I had always hoped for but never actually gotten from my real dad. With Harry I finally felt at home, at ease with myself and at peace with the rest of the world. For the first time I felt safe and accepted just the way I was. "God, this feels so good. Almost like a real father and son...", I mumbled more to myself. "Would you like that, Kevin? Would you like me to be your daddy? I'd be really proud to have a son like you. I knew right away that you are a very special boy and I'd love to have you around for much longer than just this evening. Want to be my son?" I couldn't believe my luck. My real dad had always despised me for being too effeminate. And now Harry, who was way more masculine than my biological father could ever hope to be, offered to be my daddy. I didn't have to think twice. "Can I call you daddy then?" Harry smiled at me. "Of course you can, Kevin. And I'll call you son." That's when my pent-up feelings, my fear and confusion broke free. I flung my arms around him and started sobbing. Harry pulled me closer, touseled my mop of red hair and kissed my brow. "Shhh, son. What's wrong? Trust me, you can tell me anything..." So between sobs and sniffles I stammered: "Oh d-daddy, th-th-there was this guy...Glen...he o-offered to fuck me...w-without a c-c-condom!" I looked up at him, waiting for his reaction to my shocking disclosure. But Harry just nodded and motioned for me to resume my account. I was a little unnerved. He didn't seem to be impressed one bit. Maybe I was overreacting? "I...of c-c-course I know that it's wrong and a bad, bad thing to do...but...but he's got that beautiful cock...long...and thick...and I...I don't know why, but I...I wanted it so much...wanted to feel it inside me...skin on skin...sh-shooting his load into me." I sobbed again. "And than he t-took my hand and wanted to take me with him and I...I would have gone with him, if you hadn't...and I don't know, if I'll be able to resist him next time...oh, my head is a mess, I'm so mixed up." I cuddled up against Harry, taking in the musky heat from his furry body. "B-but the worst thing is...", and at that point I lowered my voice, "I...I think he is HIV-positive!" I buried my tear-stained face in his hairy chest, totally lost in my confusion . Maybe that's why at first I couldn't identify the sound that broke the silence. Then I realized that Harry was laughing heartily. I looked up to find him wiping the tears from his eyes: "Oh, boy. That's all there is? Of course Glen is positive. To be honest, he's a fuckin diseased AIDS-whore. And he'd be the first to admit it. So no need for you to whisper like that, son." His hand travelled up and down my back reassuringly and I felt my stiffness fade away. "Actually most guys in here are positive. I thought you knew that. Barebacking fundamentalists through und through. Most of them wouldn't even use a rubber, if someone was holding a pistol to their head. They like to share their virus, especially with newbies like you, and they know their way into a boy's pants. They would tell you whatever you wanna hear to get their bare pozcocks inside your little negative boyass. Glen, for example. You already got to know his strongest argument", Harry was holding up both hands, about one foot apart from each other, to indicate the size of the guy's giant member, "but on one of the rare occasions that a boy insists on using a condom, Glen uses this line about being allergic to latex. And most boys swallow it." Harry was shaking his head in disbelief. "The guys that come here for sex are a special breed for sure. They seem to sense it right away, if the boy they got at hands is negative and that spurs them on even more. So if you want to stay that way, never...never trust anyone of them, ok? If you don't want to end up as a sleazy pozwhore, don't trust anybody...any-body... no matter what they might tell you. Promise?" I nodded my head with determination. "Promise! But why would they do that?" Infecting others with HIV didn't make any sense to me. Harry frowned "What? Fucking bareback? It just feels way better. Or do you mean infecting others on purpose? Might be a question of power. Getting the virus changed their lives dramatically and passing it on makes them feel like regaining control over their life by changing yours. But in the end every guy has his own history and his own reasons." The next question seemed inevitable, but I just couldn't muster up enough courage to ask Harry for his own status. After all, he'd surely tell me, if he was positive, wouldn't he? So I just said: "I've never been to a sauna before and I've got no idea what to expect from such a place. Why don't you just take the lead and show me around, daddy?" "Well, let me think. This place caters to a wide range of tastes, but I think we should start with the basics. A little jerking off", with that he grabbed my wrist and led my hand to his daddydick that was growing quickly under the touch of my fingers, "then some sucking and, if I'm really lucky, maybe even fucking later." He put one of his big, calloused fingers to my lips and nodded his head, encouraging me to suckle on it, getting it wet with saliva. When he was satisfied with the result, he pulled out and his hairy, pawlike hand slid down my spine and into the narrow cleft between my buttcheeks, probing my tiny boyhole. "Do you like getting fucked? How experienced are you anyway, son?" I yelped as the first knuckle entered me. It had been quite a while. Actually, my experience was limited to say the least. A bit of mutual masturbation, some cocksucking, but my cautios attempts at fucking had been pretty much a disaster. I blushed with shame. Would Harry think poorly of me, if I told him? But he was my daddy now, so I owed him the truth. "I don't know really...there was this kid from my neighborhood, Chris...he's the one who dared me to come here by the way...in the beginning it was just two boys fooling around, sometimes more of us. Boys from school or from down the street. But when we were alone, just the two of us, he taught me how to suck a dick and one day he tried to fuck me. He showed me how to prepare my hole, cleaning it out, lubing it and getting it ready with my fingers until it was slick and soft and loose enough to accept a cock. When I was ready Chris rubbed his cockhead around my hole that was already quivering with excitement, needy for a fuck. But when he tried to slide his boydick into me, I stopped him and told him to rubber up first. But as soon as it was sheathed, his cock just flopped. I tried to get it up again, wanking and sucking, but it just wouldn't get hard. Chris told me that the feel of the rubber turned him off and that he couldn't get a hard-on with a condom on. He grabbed his cock by the base, blocking the bloodstream and tried to shove his semi-erect boyhood into my hole, but he couldn't get more than the head inside, the shaft was just too floppy. Chris pouted with frustration, pulled the rubber off his dick which sprang back to life in an instant, told me how much he wanted my ass and that there was nothing wrong with fucking raw. That all the other boys let him fuck their asses without one and that I should stop being such a pussy. Of course I was horrified and turned him down. I hopped off the bed and got dressed immediately. From then on we were back to wanking and sucking and never mentioned it again." I looked up at Harry's face, searching for a sign of disgust or disappointment, but I couldn't find any. Just the opposite. Daddy smiled at me and kissed my forehead. His dick, now too engorged to close my fingers around it, jerked in my hand and when I looked down, I saw that the purple cockhead had broken through the surface of the water, fat and taut, ready to go off. "So my son is still a virgin? I can't tell you how happy that makes me. There's nothing better than breaking in a virgin, being the very first to fuck...and maybe seed...a teenboy's tight and tender ass. And I've always been firmly convinced that it should be the father's privilege to introduce his young son to the pleasure of taking a grown man's fat cock up his ass, of feeling daddy throb in climax deep inside his kid's fuckhole. Will you let me be the first, let me show you what fucking means to me? That would really make us father and son, connected for the rest of our lives, DNA from my DNA." My hand slid up and down his veiny shaft, pulling back his foreskin, than covering the head again until a drop of precum was forming at the tip, glistening invitingly. I gulped, under my breath. Then I bent down and slurped the growing pool of precum from the slimy folds of his foreskin. "Oh daddy, there's nothing in the world I'd want more." I smiled up at him with cum-smeared lips. Harry tousled my hair and gave me the broadest grin. He reached out his big laborer's hand and I grabbed it with my own much smaller one, almost delicate compared to his, and shook it. "Ok, son. So this deal is sealed then. But we'll take it slow...at least in the beginning. Don't want to overcharge my little man. We'll get to testing your boundaries soon enough." His voice was more like a low growl now. And although I was sitting in the hot tub, it caused goosebumps all over my body. I was shivering with need and excitement. He licked my earlobe, his bushy mustache tickling my smooth cheek, and whispered: "I think I'll take you to the maze first. Do you know what a gloryhole is? No? Very nice, I like that. Daddy will teach you everything you need to know. Find you some mandick to prove your cocksucking skills on. Bet my buddies will stand in line, waiting for their turn in your slutty, cum-slimy boymouth. They'll be so fuckin jealous, dying to have their fat daddydicks serviced by my little cocksucking champ. Then I'll take you on a tour through the steam room. Have a little anonymous fun in the fog. Hands and mouths and cocks all over your little body. But let's not make too many plans, we'll just take it from there. And don't worry, I'll take care of you. Daddy knows what a young man like you needs. And I'll make sure you get it." He leaned towards me and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity, his fleshy tongue exploring my mouth, until I was putty in his hands. When he finally broke the kiss, our eyes locked. That's when I realized I was ready to give myself to him totally. "You're a very good kisser, young man. Can't wait to test the rest. But it's time for a pit stop first, daddy needs to piss like mad. So let's get going." He motioned for me to leave the tub. "Ready if you are." Part IV under way

PART II I was sitting in the hot tub, watching the men around me from the corner of my eye. It was not a small tub like the ones people have in their backyards, but easily three meters square. If two guys on opposite ends rested their arms and shoulders on the edge of the pool, letting their outstretched bodies float in the water, their toes would hardly touch in the middle. Not that I tried to. To see all those hot, daddy-type dudes really intimidated me. Harry had been right, I was by far the youngest guy in the room. And to be honest it somewhat made me nervous. Though I had always lusted after older men, especially the hairy, bearded ones, until today my experience had mostly been limited to boys my own age. Well, not mostly, but entirely. And to see all of those guys walking around the room at least half naked, their mature, masculine bodies on display as if it was the most natural thing on earth, had me shivering with excitement, the blood rushing in my ears. Whenever a man made eye contact, and I was surprised by how many of them tried to, I blushed and looked away. But one of them proved to be particularly persistent. He sat across from me and just kept staring, nodding his head whenever our eyes met. With his cropped grey hair and neatly trimmed beard he reminded me of Harry actually, but whereas Harry was just lean, this guy looked emaciated. His face was haggard, eyes and cheeks sunken in, his collarbones showing since his chest was not nearly as muscular as Harry's. Sure, I hadn't seen much of the world yet, but it didn't take a physician to diagnose what looked like full-blown AIDS to me. Don't stare at him like that. He'll think you want to have sex with him, moron. But it was already too late. I almost froze in terror when he suddenly got up and waded towards me through the turmoiled water. He had to be a very tall guy. While the water had covered my asscheeks completely, surging through my crack with every step I made, it didn't reach much higher than his knees, his lean, vascular thighs in full sight. But what really caught my eye was the monstrous uncut dick dangling in front of him, the sheathed cockhead parting the surface of the pool like an icebreaker pushing aside the floes.It might sound strange, but my first thought was that his cock looked like some kind of parasitic life form, a monstrous, blood-filled leech that had sunk its fangs into the guy's crotch to suck all the sap and energy from its host's body. It was long, bloated and angry-red, with thick veins running along the length of the shaft. The epitome of vitality. To see it attached to this frail, emaciated body was surreal. Since its latest victim was obviously drained to the last drop, I almost expected it to drop off his body and to disappear in the bubbling water, looking for a new host to grind its teeth into and feast on until it would finally be satiated. But of course it was only a cock, though definitely the longest, thickest and - I have to admit - tastiest cock I had ever seen. "Hi, my name's Glen." A hand entered my field of vision, blocking my view of this magnificent piece of meat and breaking the almost hypnotical connection. I shook his hand and looked up at the guys face with an insecure smile. "I'm Kevin." From close up the trenches running down his tanned, leathery cheeks seemed even deeper, making him look like a cigar store Indian. Somewhere in the winding depths of my mind a panicky voice was screaming "AIDS, AIDS, AIDS...", but my body seamed to have a mind of its own. My little dick was stiff as a ramrod and my asshole twitched like mad. I just couldn't help it, my eyes were drawn back to his massive cock again. "Like what you see, boy?" I gulped. Of course I liked his dick. I wanted it more than anything else before. But I just couldn't admit that, not to myself and all the more not to that stranger approaching me. It was just too risky and no dick in the world was worth taking that risk. Not even this long, thick, veiny - Stop it, moron. Stop it right now, or you'll end up with your ass full of his AIDS-cum!!! I willed my head to shake 'No'. "You don't? What a shame, cause it really likes you. See?" Glen was right, his cock was heaving, swaying seductively in front of me. To my utter surprise it seemed to be filling out even more, slowly gaining in diameter, the veins getting more prominent with every second that passed by. I could almost see his blood rushing through them. Now it was swinging from side to side like a cobra following the movements of the fakir's flute. But of course the cobra was me and my eyes never left the tip of his flute. I licked my lips involuntarily. A clear drop was forming as more and more pre-cum was welling out of Glen's piss-slit. Finally a translucent string was dangling before my eyes, quivering every time his fat cock jumped with excitement. And I could tell how excited he was. Glen was breathing heavily and when he finally broke the hypnotic silence, his voice was deep and husky: "Are you really sure you don't like my cock, young man? If you are, just say 'No' and I'll never bother you again." My mind was in turmoil, I wanted it so bad, but at the same time couldn't allow myself to admit it. I was transfixed like your proverbial deer in the headlights. That's when his cock took the decision for me. It throbbed one more time, the string of pre-cum ripped off, falling down towards the surface of the gurgling water. Without thinking, I darted forward, my tongue stretched out, desperately trying to catch the precious drop all my senses had been focused on. But I was too late, it disappeared in the whirlpool. A sigh of despair escaped my lips. When I looked up at Glen, he just gave me a shit-eating grin. "Don't worry, boy. There's more where this came from. More than you could ever ask for. Now let's get going and find us some private place. I can't wait so see those cute lips wrapped around my fat daddydick. You better work up a lot of saliva, because Daddy never uses any artificial lube. So spit and pre-cum is all the lubrication you're gonna get. Wonder how long it's gonna take your little boyhole to accomodate my thick ass-stretcher." He chuckled lecherously. "But don't worry. Daddy pre-cums a lot and since I never use condoms either, your little fuckhole will be slick with natural lube in no time. And when I rub my slimy cockhead over your quivering hole, you'll be begging to have Daddy's big mancock shoved into you." And he was right. I didn't know much right then, but I knew for sure I'd be begging for it. And I'd mean it. Begging him for his AIDS-load. "Now lets get going. My balls are boiling already: Time to turn you into daddy's cumdump..." He grabbed my arm to pull me with him and I was about to get up, when a voice boomed through the cave-like tiled room: "Hey, Kevin. Here you are. I almost thought you were hiding from me. Ready to take your tour around the place?" Harry was walking towards the tub. Naked, towel around his neck, his big cock dangling in front of him. The gray hair covering his muscular body already matted by the steamy air. I blushed. Finally I muttered: "Er, Glen here has already offered to..." That's when I realized that Glen had gone. He was sitting at the other side of the whirlpool again, his eyes closed, feigning to be asleep. The last couple of minutes might just as well never have happened. But I had no time to think. Harry jumped into the water with quite a splash and sat down next to me, laying his arm around my back. "So, where do you want to go first?" PART III in the making. (Sorry it took me so long. I had to focus on school and at some point I forgot about this story altogether. But right now I'm already halfway through with PART III. I promise. )

"a boy willing to give it ALL up for him"...fuckin wicked

Guess I should apply for one of their London shootings. Maybe I'm in for a short-lived, but very intense career of sorts. And to get me there, I'm willing to sign almost anything that leaves their legal department... Sounds like I might be getting a chance at last. Why don't you come over for a visit, Paul? You'll hate the weather we got here in Germany, but filming bareback movies is still 100% legal over here.

Fucking AMEN!!! Wish I'd be that far already, but it seems that something inside my mind hasn't klicked yet...

Hey BabyBobby, glad you like it so far. What would you like to happen to Kevin? Yes, I mentioned "white powder" and both of us know what that means. But it only serves as a means to an end, helping to lure our little hero deeper into corruption. Since both Harry and Carl are "poz, not on med"-tops and more of their kind are to follow, knocking up their unsuspecting victim, I guess for the time being I'd rather leave it in the Gift Giver section. love, Felix

MY FIRST EVER VISIT TO A GAY SAUNA PART I I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my slender waist. It had taken a while to clean me out properly, but I didn't want to take any risks on my first ever visit to a gay sauna. Now I was squeaky-clean on the inside up to my chin. Well, almost up to my chin. I was nervous as hell and tried to calm myself down. Don't worry. The worst thing that can happen to you is that they throw you out of the sauna the moment you cross the threshold. And you know that chances are high that this moron Chris was just telling stories. One week ago Chris, a boy from the neighborhood, had come over for one of our regular jerk off sessions. He kept bragging about sneaking into a gay sauna and finally dared me to try the same. I knew that he was most probably lying, but I just couldn't let him call me a pussy. I moved over to my bedroom and stopped in front of my mirrored wardrobe to take a look around. A while ago, I got tired of my old Transformers wallpaper. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, at least in the beginning, but I guess I'd just grown out of this stuff. So I did my best to hide it with posters showing my favourite soccer players - most of them shirtless- and now the walls were covered with pictures of Christiano Ronaldo and David Beckham. He'd always been my favourite. Can't tell you how many times I jerked off thinking of Becks' perfect abs. I even managed to get a Freddie Ljungberg poster, one of those he did for CK, you know. Love his chiselled cheekbones. The walls were plastered with half-naked men. I took in the scenery. Hard to believe my parents never suspected anything. Well, maybe they did. But this was not the time to worry about that. I had other things to do. My parents were gone for the weekend, leaving the house to me, and I was going to make the most of it. I turned back to the wardrobe, watching my reflection on the mirrored doors intently, running my hands over my flat tummy, my fingers circling the compartments of my sixpack, then trailing down the deep middle cleft until they reached my cute belly button. I grinned. Becks, you better watch out. Dropping the towel, I turned around and grabbed my firm asscheeks, pulling them apart to reveal my hairless crack and pink hole. It was reddened and gaped slightly after the thorough enema . Very nice, I thought, but this is not gonna get you inside. The problem was my face. No, I'm no troll, thank you! But one look at my face convinced me that this was not going to work like this. My mom has always called me her little imp and with those pouty lips, green eyes, snub nose and the mop of red curly hair, I looked just a tad too cute and innocent for my purpose. Maybe a baseball cap would do the job. Well, at least it covered most of those curls and the peak shadowed my face. Pull it down some more, no time for vanity here. And now give me a stern look, I know you can do it. I tried to look as mean as I could. I really did, but my pathetic attempts just had me snorting with laughter. Well, fuck it. Then the cap will have to suffice. Now get dressed. No, not that shirt. No Transformers today. Better borrow some stuff from Dad's wardrobe, and put it back before he knows what happened. And here I was, standing in a narrow side street, the iron door to the gay sauna just across from me. No idea if this was intended, but it sure looked intimidating to me. I checked left and right. No one around, so if you really want it, then this is the time. I crossed the street and stopped in front of the grey door. My hands were sweating profusely. Ring the bell, moron. The sudden sound of the buzzer made me jump. Push. I pushed. The reception was not nearly as run-down as the outside had promised. Or as depraved as I had expected. Disappointment crept into my mind. This didn't look like the den of iniquity from Chris' story. Not at all. Actually, it looked more like the kitchen of a hospital or something: chrome and white tiles everywhere. "Can I help you?" asked a deep, friendly voice. I jumped again. From across the tiled counter, a tall, muscular man in his 40s or maybe 50s was looking at me, his intense grey eyes scanning my body, trying to size me up. Being only 5' 7'' myself, most guys seem tall to me, but this specimen easily measured 6' 4''. And he was packing muscles. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, impressive pecs that stretched the fabric of his muscle shirt nicely. What struck me most was that though very muscular, he still looked lean, more like a long-distance runner than a body-builder. There was not an ounce of fat on him and thick veins travelled down his forearms and onto the back of his big hands. His face looked ascetic, almost like that of a hermit. Piercing grey eyes deep in their sockets, overshadowed by bushy eyebrows, prominent cheekbones and somewhat hollow cheeks. He was bald, but the rest of his body more than made up for the lack of hair on top of his head. The lower half of his face was covered by a neatly trimmed beard, black with some grey in it, accompanied by a bushy mustache long enough to hide his lips from my view. There was a dense layer of coarse salt-and-pepper fur on his pecs as well and his strong arms were hairy all over, from his wrists up to his shoulders. His shirt was damp from the warm, humid air and clang to the guy's skin, clearly showing the outlines of his big, pointy nipples. There were sweat marks at the armholes and suddenly I realized that I could actually smell his rich, manly scent. My hole twitched in response and, as if sensing my thoughts, the guy whose face had been totally free of expression until now smirked at me, showing his big, white teeth for the first time. "Hi, my name's Harry. So again, can I help you?" With that he reached out his big, furry paw. I took a deep breath. Ok, now don't ruin it. Deep voice, stern look. I stepped up to the counter and we shook hands. "Nice to meet you, I'm Kevin," I said in my deepest voice. Stern look, I reminded myself. That's when I realized that from my new position closer to the counter I had a perfect view of his tight-fitting gym shorts and the huge bulge they tried to conceal. I had seen a cock or two before. Well, three actually. But those had been the dicks of boys my own age and whatever was waiting behind this thin layer of cotton went far beyond my limited experience. I stared. I gawked. Maybe I even salivated, but I can't tell for sure. My recollection is somewhat blurred. "Your first time in here?", Harry asked with an amused tone in his voice. "Hm?" I clearly had my mind on other things. I was staring at his crotch and it must have felt the attention, because the bulge was heaving , shifting and finally snaking down the leg of his adidas shorts. I licked my lips absent-mindedly. The tip of his cock would be appearing any second now. That's when Harry coughed loudly. My head shot up and I blushed. Moron, moron, moron. Congratulations, well done. Your gonna get yourself kicked out of here. "Your first time in here? Don't think you've been here before, at least not on my shift. A cutie like you wouldn't have escaped my attention." He winked at me and I cracked a smile. So much about the stern look, moron. I blushed again. "But this might not be your day of the week" Harry added questioningly. "We're having our 'Twinks Night' on Saturdays, so maybe you'd rather wait until the weekend instead. At the moment there's quite a lot of business in there" he motioned to the door next to the counter that apparently led to the locker room and whatever was waiting behind it. "But it's mostly guys like me, you know, old and hairy and bearded and most of us are...well, don't mind, so if that's not what you came here for...", his voice trailed off. "Nooo", I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. "If all of them are only half as hot as...uh, I mean...I really like older guys...like you." Harry gave me one last, questioning look, as if he was mulling something over inside his head, but then he shrugged it off and guided me through the procedure, handed me a towel, a pair of flip-flops and the key to my locker. "You find little sachets of lube over there. Condoms, too, if need be." I nodded my head fiercely. Finally something I was 100% sure of in these strange surroundings. After all we'd discussed that at school more than once. "You should always use condoms", I said with deep conviction. He just shrugged his shoulders. "Most guys in here don't think so. Fucking feels way better without a rubber, they say." They don't use condoms? I was honestly shocked. But Harry interrupted my thoughts. "Listen, Kevin. My shift is ending in 20 minutes. My buddy Carl should be arriving any minute to replace me. What about I give you the tour and show you around a bit once I'm off duty?" I think, he must have misinterpreted my incredulous look, because he raised one of his furry eyebrows. "Only if you want me to, of course." I gulped. Keep it cool, don't seem too eager, moron. "Sure, that would be nice." "Okay, when you exit the locker room, you gotta turn right and follow the hallway until you reach the jacuzzi. Why don't you get inside the tub and relax for a while and I'll meet you there as soon as Carl arrives. I nodded my approval, grabbed my stuff and entered the locker room. As soon as Harry was out of sight, I slumped against the wall and exhaled deeply. I was inside the sauna and no one had asked for my ID. Not even mentioned it. A smile of relief spread across my face, slowly turning into a broad grin. Harry would join me in the tub and maybe he'd do a lot more with me... When the boy disappeared behind the corner, Harry reached under the counter and produced a bottle of lubricant and a Ziploc filled with a white powder. The lube had already been laced with T, but in this case he'd better increase the dose. Kevin was cute as a button, but the kid seemed way to strict about safer sex. Harry couldn't stand fundamentalists. Sometimes they just needed to be outwitted. When Carl, a goateed redhead in his mid-40s with a burly, hirsute body and a fat, veiny cock, finally arrived, Harry was leaning against the counter, staring into the air with a wicked grin all across his face . "Hey, Harry, what's up?" Carl yelled to shake his colleague out of his daydream. The two men greated each other with a big bear-hug. They'd been buddies for almost two decades now and over the years they had shared quite a number of boy-bottoms. Or at least for the first fifteen years of their friendship. This came to a sudden halt, when first Carl and later Harry as well were tested HIV-positive. While HAART had no side effects on Carl, Harry's libido pretty much zeroed. He just couldn't get it up anymore. And watching Carl fucking a boy and licking his buddy's poz-cum from the kid's gaping boycunt afterwards didn't seem to make for a long-distance solution. Their relationship deteriorated day by day and when they stopped talking to each other completely, they realized that there was only one alternative that worked for them. The next morning both men stopped taking their meds. And never looked back. Not only had their sex life gone back to normal. The two of them seemed to be hornier than ever before in their life. Sometimes the mere thought of what was brewing inside their balls brought them close to the edge of cumming. Harry had always been a "dripper," but making an unaware teenboy beg for his load had him dripping toxic precum like your proverbial faucet. And the knowing look on Harry's face when the boyhole started making those telltale squishy noises every time he rammed his fat cock home was just priceless. Happy like a pig in the mud. How Carl had longed to see his buddy like this during the difficult years. Harry was all that counted for him, fuck the boys. Literally. PART II in the making (let me know which direction you'd like the story to take)