badjujuboy

I’ve only topped twice when I first came out. It was obvious after the second time that it wasn’t for me. Rarely,I’ve been with a few guys who figured I’d be topping up until I spread and they figure it out. Basically: Uh OK, and they get into it. 😉. I’d say 98% of the time they want to top me so no issues.

Coach Sanders 2 I must’ve blacked out because when I came to, Coach wasn’t in the room. I was wrecked. And goddamn, I felt it. Should’ve panicked. Should’ve curled up and lost it. But I didn’t. I smiled. Remembered I came to him. My hand slid down to my hole. Butt plug was still in me. Fuck, it felt good to be plugged up. Meant Coach’s load was still in me. Suddenly, I heard him at the door. “You’re back. How you feeling?” he smiled, giving me the once over. He stepped in, leaned against the frame. Eyes stayed on me. Could tell he liked what he saw. I just lay there. Played with my hole. Waited for whatever came next. He stood there, looked at me like that. So I said it. Straight out told him. Wanted to be poz. Wanted him to know I still meant it. Made sure he knew it wasn’t just the Tina talking. Yeah, I’d figured it out. He’d booty bumped me. And I liked how it made me feel. But told him I felt like crap. Coach didn’t say a word at first. Just stood there, listening. “Comes with the territory,” he said, handing me a glass of OJ, and sat down. “First time can knock you sideways.” He played with my hole while I drank. Then pulled out the plug. I moaned. Felt empty. I stretched out, opened up for him. He saw it. Grinned. “Hungry hole on you, huh?” I didn’t need to answer. He knew. His hand moved down, spread my hole. Checked to see if I was leaking. He chuckled, flexed his fingers. Told me I’d taken it all in. Then he opened the drawer. Pulled out a glass pipe, held it up between us. “This’ll help,” he growled. “I’ve got more loads. You’ll take’em all.” “Fuck yeah, Coach,” I moaned, watching the pipe catch the light. “Please.” “You ever smoked one of these?” he asked, brushing the bowl with his thumb. I shook my head. He smiled. “Watch close.” Then he lit it, drew in. Held it. Let the white smoke drift out. He passed it to me, the stem still warm from it. From the smoke. From his lips. I took it, fingers brushed his. Coach leaned in. Told me to take a hit. Hold it. Let it sit. I did. He gave the nod. I let it go. Cloud spread between us. He gave another nod. Kind that said I wasn’t done yet. “You want more, boy,” Coach said, telling me my truth. “Don’t pretend you don’t. Deeper this time.” Said he wanted me to feel it. I lifted the pipe again. He lit it. I breathed in the way he’d shown me. It burned sharper now but didn’t hold back. Wanted to show him I could take it. Wanted to feel it settle the way he said it would. He put his hand on my shoulder. Squeeze told me I was doing it right. He watched me hold the cloud. Testing how far I’d go. My lungs were full, pecs tight. He liked that. The look said it all. I was getting the feel for the pipe. Tina was kicking in. All I could think of was getting another load. I blew out. He leaned in, slow. Rubbed the warm bowl on my bulge. “You’re learning fast,” he said, watching me get hard. “Gotta another load ready for you, boy.” His mouth brushed mine. Soft at first, then deeper. Our tongues met, rough and hungry. But his took control. Slipped past my lips. Taste of the cloud still on his tongue, sharp and thick. His hard cock rubbed my abs. I looked down. Saw it pulsing. Tattoo was right there. Clear as day. “Goddamn,” he grunted. “You got me so hard. No hiding it now.” “Naw,” I groaned. “Don’t need to. Ever. Fucking breed me.” “Sit on it,” he barked, holding up a bottle of poppers. “Ride it.” I grabbed it. Took a couple of hits. Spread my cheeks and went down. Felt him splitting me open. Shit, it felt like home. Where I belonged. Tina was making my hole twitch, wanted cock. It was all the way in. The look on his face told me it felt good wrapped around his cock. I leaned in. Kissed him. Felt his cock grow even more. I broke the kiss. Started fucking myself. Pushed Up. Down. Did squats. Coach grabbed my pecs. Fingers twisted, pulled at my nips. I moaned. Felt the pain connected with my hole. He saw my reaction, smiled. I whimpered. Kept up the fucking. Tightened my hole, slid on his shaft. He was getting close. I could see it. Could feel it. He grabbed the sheet with his fists. “Feel that?” he growled. “You’re not leaving ‘til you’re pozzed. Ya hear me, boy?” “Shit yeah!” I moaned. “Don’t wanna, Coach.” “Fucking beautiful musclejock. Show me. Lats wide, pecs steady,” he growled. “Show me everything” I flared my lats, wide and clean. He lifted his hands, grabbed my pecs. Pulled on my nips. I groaned. Held the pose. Breath tight. Muscles stretched. His palms skimmed down my ribs. Fingers traced the flare, slow and firm. Mapped every inch. He looked at me, started fucking. My hole was on fire from the clouds. From his fuck. From my nips. I grabbed them. Pinched them with my fingernails. Fuck! “Fucking gotta work on those,” he grunted, pushing me on my back. “Your pecs’ll pop even harder with a big set of nips. “Work’em!” I moaned, tightening my grip on them. Fucking surge went through me. Down to my hole. “Fuck, I’m close,” he panted, sweat dripping, soaking the sheet. “You gonna be ready for Coach’s cock, boy? Anytime I want it?” “Fuck, Coach,” I told him, “Anytime.” Coach roared, shooting deep inside me. I couldn’t take it anymore. Hole tightened on his shaft. My cock exploded. Soaked my crusted pouch with another load. He was on top of me, panting. Pulled out. My hole dripped. Gaped. He grabbed a bigger plug. I nodded. Had to make sure it took he said. It stretched me out even more. Locked in the load. He sat back, smiled. “Clean,” he ordered, waving his cock at me. “You do it after every load. Got that?” I crawled to him. “Yeah, Coach,” I answered, seeing my juices dripping off it. Went down on him. Lips, tongue around his cock. Deep and messy. I grunted. Tasted it. “Goddamn jockpig,” he smiled. “Fucking taste your hole.” We kept going. Didn’t leave his place. Coach kept me high. Kept me full of loads. At some point it happened. Don’t remember when. Don’t even know how many days I’d been there. Coach said he was taking me to the gym. Not the one he gave me the membership for, but another. Already arranged it. I couldn’t say no, not that I would’ve. He handed me a pair of old sneakers. Told me I didn’t need anything else. The smell hit hard. I sniffed it, deep. Sweat, musk, something else hit me. I checked the size. Size 11. Same as mine. Figured it belonged to one of his other boys. Yeah, by then knew I wasn’t the only one. Not that it would’ve mattered. "Come on, boy," Coach said, grinning, looking me over. I had the look now. Strapped up, hole ready for more. “Next phase starts now.” He didn’t wait. Grabbed the keys. Headed for the garage. I followed. Jockstrap clung to me, sweat cooling, muscles tight. He opened the car door, waited. I climbed in. Skin bare to the seat. The leather stuck to me. Warm. Slick. Coach got in without a word. Just started the car. We didn’t talk on the drive. His hand played with my plug. Windows were tinted. No one could see. But felt exposed anyway like he wanted me that way. We pulled up to a brick building with no sign out front. No windows. Just a steel door and a keypad. Coach punched in the code. Didn’t look at me. Just said, “My DNA is taking over. You know that, right?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Just walked in, expected me to follow. I did. Inside, it was dark. Not pitch black but dim. The air was thick, warm. Smelled like iron. Sweat. The floor was concrete. Scuffed and stained. Walls bare except for hooks and straps. Just racks, bars, chains, and a couple beat up benches. Everything stripped down to basics. He told me to hit a set. Get pumped. I was already shredded. Dehydrated. Been with him long enough it showed. Skin tight over muscle, everything cut and sharp. I knew what the pump would do. Fill me out. Make every line pop. Every vein rise. I’d look unreal. I stepped up, grabbed the bar. Felt the cold steel press into my palms. My body was ready, still wired. I gave him everything. Didn’t hold back. Every rep I gave clean, every breath sharp. Muscles flared, veins high, like my skin couldn’t hold it all. Wanted him to see it. How far I’d go for him. No hesitation. No limit. If he asked for more, I’d give it. If he pushed, I’d take every bit. I wanted him to know I was his. Suddenly, the door opened on the other side of the room. Coach was beside me by the time it swung wide. I turned. Saw the smile on his face. Big. Proud. He stepped forward, raised his voice. “Guys, gather round,” he called out. They came in quick. Young jocks first, bodies pumped. All strapped. Some my age, some pushing 30. Then others came in. Not like the young ones. These had muscle settled in. Mid-thirties, forties maybe. Then came the older ones. Thick pecs, heavy arms, backs wide. Built like Coach. These guys looked me over without saying much, didn’t need to prove anything. Already had. These two wore gym clothes or just a jockstrap. A few were naked, stood easy. Coach squeezed my shoulder. “This is Ben. My new boy. Been loading him up since Friday.” A couple nodded. One of the older guys let out a low whistle. I stood there. Pecs out. Body pumped. Jock full. Heat in the room was thicker now. Eyes were on me. Could feel it. Coach stood next to me. In control. I stayed there. Didn’t hide anything. Didn’t want to. I’d done enough of that. One of the younger ones came up. He had size. Shoulders thick, arms pumped, pecs solid. Trained hard, no doubt. Skin smooth, hairless, like he’d shaved that morning. He clocked me fast. Eyes narrowed. Saw the difference. Saw I was bigger, fuller, sharper. But didn’t blink. Held onto his one edge. I still had hair. Was natural. He circled slow. Eyes dragging across my pecs. My arms, my legs, my ass. His jaw tightened. Not angry. Just trying to hide the envy. Saw it anyway. “So, you’re the new one,” he said, voice tense. “Coach said he was playing the long game. Waiting for the one.” I didn’t answer. Just held his stare. Let him take it in. My body spoke for itself. He reached out, fingers brushed my bicep. Not rough, not soft, just enough to feel the size. “Damn,” he muttered, admitting it. “He really built you right.” Coach watched from the side. Arms crossed. Said nothing. Let it play out. I saw the shift in the boy’s eyes now. Less challenge, more want. Wasn’t just sizing me up anymore. I held his stare, steady and open. Body still warm from the set. Skin flushed. Pecs rising slow. He was close now. Hands on my shoulders. I didn’t pull away. Leaned in just enough to let him know I felt it too. My hands moved to his waist. Pressed my fingers into the cut lines of his hips. “Not bad yourself,” I offered up, letting my touch say more. “Poz, yeah?” He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at me. Eyes steady. Lips parted. He moved closer. Nodded. “Why else would I be here,” he smirked. Coach stepped forward, eyes on both of us. Didn’t speak right away. Just looked. Took in the shift between us. His hand cupped my ass. “Greg’s one of mine. My last one. Graduated just before your freshman year. Gonna breed you. Pass the torch. Pass on my DNA.” You could see it in his face. Coach was proud of this one. Didn’t need to say it. The way he watched us said enough. Watched us feel each other like we couldn’t help it. We were both his work. We stood there together. Built right. Built to be seen. Built to be wanted. And we knew it. Guys were watching. Didn’t care they were. We kept touching. Let our hands explore. We were showing off. You could feel the tension rising. Guys were getting worked up. Waited to see what we’d do. “Good,” Coach said, stepping back. “Get to it, boys.” Greg leaned in. His mouth brushed mine. I kissed him back. Let it build. His hand gripped my pecs. Mine stayed on his waist. Both breathing harder now. Bodies close. Cocks getting harder. He tasted like sweat, salt. Mixed with clouds. His bulge pressed into mine. I pulled him tighter. Felt the way he fit against me. His hand moved to my hole. Felt the plug. Greg broke the kiss. Lips parted. Eyes dark, dilated. “How many you take?” he asked, pulling at it. “Got a 4-day load waiting for you.” I didn’t answer. Was a blur. I’d lost count. Just kissed him again. Slower this time. His hand gripped the plug. Pulled it out. I moaned. Kissed him deeper. “Fucker,” he growled, finger sliding in my hole. Not fast. Not soft. “Your hole was made for it.” He didn’t rush. Just let me feel him. I groaned. Begged him to breed me. He stepped back, nodding. Stood there. Showed me what he had to offer. Thighs solid, hips locked, cock stretched the pouch. “I was Coach’s last. Means I’m the one who breeds you next,” he grunted, dropping his jockstrap. “That’s how it works.” He grabbed me. Led me to one of the benches. Set me where he wanted me. On my back. On the edge. Legs spread. Hole ready. He stepped up. Cock hard, leaking toxic precum. There it was. Biohazard tattoo on top of the shaft. Didn’t have to hide it. No need. Was what he was bred for. That’s when Coach stepped in. Grabbed my wrist. Tied it to the stand. I didn’t know what was happening. Didn’t really care. Was gonna get Greg’s load. Coach did the other. Straps were snug, not tight. Just enough to hold me there. Greg stayed close, watched. Breathing slow. His hand slid up my thighs. Fingers circled the edge of my hole. Coach didn’t speak. Just wrapped a strap around my bicep. “Best part comes next,” Greg told me, almost growling. “Coach told me he’d do it tonight.” I figured it would happen at some point. Wasn’t stupid. Been high for days now. Just nodded, “Fucking do it. I want it.” I felt the prick. Held my breath. Saw the barrel fill up with blood. “Here it goes,” Coach grunted, pushing in the slam. It hit me, fast. Chest locked up. Heart kicked up fast, pounded in my chest. Throat went raw, scratchy. Everything got hazy. Thoughts scattered. But it felt good. Way too good. Was fully in it, no second thoughts. It had me. “Oh fuck,” I kept saying. Couldn’t stop myself. Just kept coming out. I tugged at the straps, not trying to get loose. Just needing something to hold onto. Greg rammed into me. Making sure to go deep. “You’re gone,” he laughed, holding his leaking cock. “Completely gone.” “Yeah, fucking give it to me. More,” I begged, not thinking about anything else but the load in his balls. He stepped up. The Tina had me open. Felt his cock at my hole. He grabbed at my pouch. Shoved it in. I lost it. Knew Coach wanted this. Planned it. Greg’s hands moved up my abs. Grabbed my nips. Tugged and pinched. My moans grew louder. He was completely in. Felt his cock press on my prostate. My cock jumped. “Aw fuck!” I whimpered. Then the breeding started. His cock pulled out. Deep growl came out of him. He punched back in. Hard. Fucked me like an animal. Made sure his cock landed solid. Like he wanted me to feel it for days. To never forget it. I bucked forward, breath caught. Cock hit me every time. Made me leak. Soaked my pouch. Coach scooped it up. Put his slimed finger to my lips. “Let him take you there,” Coach grunted, feeding it to me. My eyes rolled back. Tongue out. Accepted where I was going. I’d just be a hole now. Hole for any poz cock Coach chose. I gripped the cock. Greg’s thrusts slowed. Stretched out. “Fucking tight, bro,” he moaned. He kept it up. Pounded me. He was getting close. Started growling. Told him to give it to me. Felt him stiffen and pulse. Shake. “Goddamn fuck. Can’t hold back,” he grunted, spewing his poz load in me. I wrapped my legs around him. Held him tight. Wanted every drop. His was the only the second cock to do it. Knew it wouldn’t be the last tonight. Coach stood there, watched. Cock at attention. The guys went crazy. Greg pulled out. Went to Coach, dropped. Took the scorpion in his mouth. “So I know those of you who don’t have my DNA want to experience my new musclejock. But tonight, this hole’s only for those who have it. No one else until it’s done,” Coach announced, stroking Greg’s face. There, Coach made it public. I was his. Muscle built for his DNA. To take it. Incubate it. And after what just happened, I knew I’d pass it on. Just like Greg. Just like some of the others lining up. There had to be. Again, not stupid. A round of groans and cheers filled the room. Then Coach grabbed Greg. Shoved him down. Started ramming his cock down Greg’s hole. Greg just stayed there. Didn’t have a problem taking it. Been taking it for years. I got jealous. Wanted the load. Begged Coach for it. He just kept it up. Gripped Greg harder. Fucking slowed but grew more intense. I knew what was coming. A poz load. For him. Not me. I begged harder. “Don’t worry, boy,” Coach grunted. “I’ll be fucking that hole of yours. This here’s a reward for this one. He’s been waiting a long time.” Greg just looked at me. Cock greased from my fuck. Eyes steady the whole time. Showed me he still mattered to Coach. Then Coach pulled out. Scorpion showing. Its tail ready to strike. “Fucking did good, boy!” Coach yelled, shoving it back in. “Here it is!” The guys went wild. Hollered. Clapped. Some had already started with each other. They were fucking, sucking. Couldn’t help it. Others begged for a chance with me. “I know, I know,” he laughed, eyes scanning the crowd. “But give it time. When it’s official, he’ll be back, begging for any poz cock. Until then, Greg’s here. Use him. Play amongst yourselves.” Then another guy walked up. Older. Shorts and a tight polo. Not as old as Coach. More like 40s. Coach didn’t wait. Pushed Greg to the side. Went to new guy. They kissed, hard. Coach’s hand gripped the back of his neck, held him there. Rough. It was possession. Coach owned him. Made sure I saw it. Greg watched, jaw tight, eyes low. He knew what it meant. Then he got up. Anger in his eyes. Closed the space between us. “Not done with you yet, fucker. Face up,” Greg growled, refusing to be left out. I did what he said. Slimed cock now at my lips. “Take it.” He gobbed a wad on it. I opened up. Took it in. Started cleaning. Tasted my hole like Coach taught me. Coach ignored him. Didn't want to deal with it. Just kept on kissing. Coach finally broke it. Kept his hand on new guy. “Pete,” Coach said. Just said it like he was stating a fact. “My first. He coaches at a top prep school on the East Coast.” Coach looked at me, letting it land. His pride sat heavy. Letting me know I was part of something bigger. Pete moved between my thighs. Looked at me, eyes steady, mouth still wet. Coach’s hand stayed on his neck, fingers curled. Pete shifted, just enough to show he was ready. Waited for the signal. Coach gave it. “Fucking sloppy hole,” Pete growled, fingering it. Wiped up part of the dripping load. Tasted it. “Shit yeah.” He spread me open. Wanted to see how much I could take. Then gave me a wicked smile, “He wanted me here for a reason. You’ll see why.” Pete unzipped his shorts. Didn’t bother to drop them. His cock was fucking huge! Solid, surrounded by pubes. Wide Jacob’s ladder ran down under the shaft. Tatted. Scorpion holding biohazard in its claws on top. He hadn’t been a boy in a long time. Was one of Coach’s studs now. I lifted my hips, Greg still in my mouth. Coach nodded, slow. Like I’d passed another test. I wanted it. Wanted to feel it shred my hole. Pete rammed into me. Didn’t bother to warn me. Pain made me scream. Loud. Coach watched, eyes sharp, jaw set. He was letting it all happen. But it was still his scene. His rules. “Fucking breed me,” I yelled out between the hurt. Then went back to Greg. Sucked him. Tried to take my mind off the pain. But it didn’t last. The slam had completely taken over. Made my hole ache in a good way. Let Pete know it was good. “FUCK!” Pete grunted, jabbing the ladder in. “Fucking better than any of the others.” Greg heard that. Flinched. Then grabbed my head. Shoved in, hard. It was personal now. I felt it. Piss spewed out, filled my mouth. I could taste it. Salty. Sharp. It lit something in me. Hot. Raw. Fuck it tasted good! Should’ve spit it out but didn’t. Swallowed. I was into it. Greg saw. His face shifted. No more anger. Something else. Like respect. He saw it now. Knew I deserved my spot in all this. He bent down, kissed me. We swapped piss. Then he gave me more. Pete watched. Impressed. Rammed my hole, harder. It dripped. Blood-tinged cum ran out on the concrete floor. Sametime, piss out my mouth. I begged for more. To fuck me harder. Give another load. More of Coach’s DNA. More piss. “Gonna fuck the shit out of ya, boy,” Pete growled, sweat pouring off him. The guys were into it. “Fucking musclejock! Take it! I want that hole!” they shouted. Filled the room with it. Pete kept at it. Rammed his cock in me. Was a fucking jackhammer. This was why he was here. Coach didn’t say a word. Just held himself back. Ready to stop it, if it got out of hand. I let Coach know I didn’t want it to stop. I pushed back. Fucked myself on Pete. Guys came closer. Circled us. Some stroked. Then Pete stiffened. “Shit!” he barked. Repeated it until he shot his load in my wrecked hole. Pete looked down at me, surprised how far he’d gone. That I just took it. No problem. He took a deep breath. Pulled out slowly. “Goddamn,” he panted, looking at Coach. “Not gonna lie. This is the one. If you don’t want him, I’ll take him. Get him into the Ivy close by. Have him there on my squad until he’s ready.” Coach only smiled. Pointed to another guy. Told him he was next. After that, I took more. Only thinking about loads. Coach kept me spun. Just enough to keep me going. Not enough to forget what was happening. Said he wanted me to remember it. Every fuck. Every load. At some point, Coach told me I’d had enough. His voice was final. No room to argue. Told him I wanted more. He knew that. That was the point. Coach plugged me. Then reached down, gripped my arm, helped me up. His touch was firm. Steady. I leaned into him, legs still shaky. He didn’t say anything. Just kept walking me to the exit. Like this was part of it. Like I was supposed to be seen. Said we were going home. I needed to rest up. It’d been a long week. Along the way, the guys stood back smiling. Some nodded. Some watched. Like they’d been through it themselves. Coach drove us home, quiet. One hand on the wheel, other resting on my thigh. He led me in, didn’t say much. The place was warm. He took off my jock. First time since I got there, naked. Nothing on. Totally exposed. He could see what shape I was in. Smiled. Took me to shower. Got in with me. Scrubbed me down, carefully. Dried and wrapped me in a towel, then helped me into bed. No pressure to take another load. Sheets were soft. Room still. He pulled the blanket over me, brushed my hair back. Stayed there a moment. Long enough for me to feel it. Then I slept. Felt like forever. I woke up slow. Sheets warm. Muscles sore in a good way. Coach’d been in the kitchen. Been up for hours. He heard me. Came in. Handed me juice. “You need to head out soon,” he said, checking my hole. “Parents’ll be back tomorrow.” I nodded, rubbed my face, tried to wake up. He tossed the jockstrap on the bed. The one I wore the whole time. “Leave the underwear,” he told me. “From now on, it’s jockstraps. You’re a musclejock now.” I looked at it in my hand. Was wet with a fresh load. Coach stood there, arms crossed. Waiting to see what I’d do. I nodded once, slow. It made sense. No more hiding. Just muscle. Don’t know what came over me next. I sniffed it. Licked it. Chewed it. Wanted to taste Coach. “Fucking jockpig,” he growled, "Can’t get enough loads, can ya.” I just grunted. Got up. Put it on. Coach stood back, satisfied. I’d proved I was his now. And looked the part. I got dressed in my street clothes. Coach walked me to the door. No speech. No long look. Handed me a gym bag full of jockstraps. Turned out later some were used. From the school locker room. He knew me. “You know what’s next,” was all he said, hand on my shoulder. I nodded. Stepped out. Sun was down again. Air felt different. Like I’d left something behind and picked up something better. The next days I stood taller. Pecs out. Shoulders set. I wasn’t trying. Just felt right. People noticed. I was a musclejock now. And it showed. It hit a couple of weeks later. My body heavy. Head fogged. Couldn’t keep food down. Could barely stand. I texted Coach. Said he wanted to see me. He showed up. Didn’t even ask. “Just checking in,” he told mom at the door. Mom smiled, stepped aside. “You were always there for him when he needed you. Good to see you back in his life,” she said. “Ben’s up in his room. Second door on the right.” Coach stepped in, nodded. “He’s one of mine,” he told her. Like that explained everything. Mom just smiled. He walked up the stairs, down the hall. Leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. That half-smile already there. I groaned, sat up slow. Felt like I’d been hit by a truck. He stepped in. Shut the door. Pulled the blanket off, sat on the edge of the bed. “Fucker,” he smiled, seeing me in a jock. I’d done what he told me. He played with my hole. “It took. You’ll bounce back. When you do, I’m taking you to make it official. Things’ve changed. You’ve got purpose. You’ve got me in you.” I let that sit. Nodded, wiped my face. My hole was coming back to life. “Shit yeah. Can’t wait, Coach. Must be it.” We sat there. Talked about what happened. Talked more about the time we spent apart. We settled everything. New start. I got tired, so he left. Told me to let him know when I felt better. Coach picked me up early that morning. Nodded. Pointed to the passenger seat. We didn’t talk much on the way. The clinic was quiet. Clean. He checked me in, sat beside me. They ran the test. Told me results would take a day or two. Coach didn’t seem worried. Said he knew the results. It was obvious. Just wanted to make it official like he told me. He dropped me home after. Told me to rest. Said he’d come back when it was time. I waited a day. Checked my phone. Still nothing. Felt anxious. Couldn’t sit still. Next day Coach texted. Results were in. Be ready in ten. Didn’t even think to ask why he got notified and not me. I sat quiet on the way. Hoping it really took. Not some stupid flu. We walked in. Nurse called my name. Coach stood first. Followed him into the room. Nurse handed over the envelope. Coach took it before I could. Told nurse to leave, he’d handle it. Coach opened it slow, read the results. Handed me the paper. I scanned it fast. Exhaled. Didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath. I laughed. Couldn’t help it. Felt it in my chest, in my gut. I was poz! Coach watched me, nodding slow. “It’s official,” he grinned, hugging me. “You got my DNA, boy!” I nodded back, still laughing. “I’m a fucking poz musclejock, Coach!” He laughed. Grabbed my ass. Slapped it. “Damn right you are. My place.” The drive took forever. Coach tapped the wheel like he couldn’t wait. I just wanted another load. We finally got inside. He watched me strip to my jockstrap. “Nope,” he barked, surprising me. “This one. Always this one here.” He held the jockstrap out. Crusted, stained, stench reeking from it. The one I got pozzed in. The one I wore home when I left here. Bagged it up when I got home. Added a bunch of loads to it. But couldn’t find it later. Couldn’t ask mom. Figured she’d tossed it, too embarrassed to say anything. Coach told me he saw it in my room when came over. Snuck it out. Told me not to wash it. Ever. Would remind me getting pozzed. I nodded. Dropped the one I had on. Put on the one I would wear here. The smell hit me. Been stewing in the bag. I looked up at Coach. Grinned. “Best fucking smell. Ever.” I moaned, stepping up to him. Now hard. Marking the pouch more. Coach pulled me to him. Slipped a finger in my hole. I was prepped. Did what he told me. Always ready. I stood there, pecs rising, heart thudding, grinning. Told him I missed his cock. Been thinking about it. Been craving it. Not just his load. It fucking me. I tightened up. “Yeah?” Coach growled, “Been awhile, huh?” I nodded. Kissed him. Wanted to show him how grateful I was. For the workouts. For the pozzing. I pulled off his polo. Dropped to my knees, took off his shoes and socks. Unbuckled his belt. Unzipped his pants, pulled them down. He stood there. Naked. Hair everywhere. Pecs, arms, stomach, legs. Black mixed with gray, same as his beard, same as the tight crew cut on his head. His skin was sun-worn, deep tan lines with a few rough patches. And there it was. My first cock. The one that did it. He stepped in closer. Slid his cock across my lips. I took it in. Felt the scorpion sliding over my tongue. Its stinger leaking. Fuck! It tasted even better now. Knew its venom was finally flowing through my veins. Leaking from my cock. Had the proof. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Coach groaned, “Let’s celebrate.” I moaned. Knew exactly what he meant. Coach didn’t look back. Just walked to the bedroom. I followed behind. Saw the pipe on the nightstand, waiting for me. Shit! It’d been a while. “Go on, boy. Your folks know you’ll be here all weekend,” he said, hands sliding over my pecs, flicking my nips. “Said I was gonna get you started on a new program. Ready to compete.” I felt those words land. My voice cracked. “Didn’t think you saw that in me.” He nodded. “Yeah, that was always part of the plan.” Said it like it was obvious. Like I should’ve known. I swallowed hard, pecs tight. Wanted to prove him right. Prove to him I had what it took to compete. His fingers went lower, brushed my abs. Traced down my trail. Then he slipped his hand in my pouch. Held my junk. “Next step. Hair’s gotta go. Gonna get you smooth.” Voice thick now, “Ready to poz.” “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, remembering Greg. Smooth. Slick from sweat. I looked in the mirror. Imagined me shaved. No hair, just clean skin with hard lines. Pecs shaved down, gap cut deep. Glutes, my hole, smooth. Would all hit different. Every flex would show more. Every pump beg for attention. My bush? I trimmed it. Shaved? It’d pop. Guys wouldn’t just stare. Would beg for it! I grabbed the pipe, still buzzed from the news. Coach stood behind me. Cock at my hole. I slid the stem between my lips. Lit the bowl. Drew a cloud, just as his cock went in. “Fuck!” I gasped, letting out the cloud. I pushed back. Wanted him all the way in. We stood there. Cloud wrapped around us. I passed the pipe. He told me to do all I wanted. I smiled. Kept on. Felt it start to work. Coach’s cock throbbed in me. No rush to fuck this time. Didn’t need to. It’d happened. I passed him the pipe. He took a deep hit. Pulled his cock out and pushed back in one time. Then took another hit. Smoked out the bowl. I was ready. He grabbed me. Lifted me. Threw me on the bed. “Fuck. Please.” I begged. “Yeah?” he laughed, cock buried in me. “Still begging for it? Good boy. You’re hooked." He started fucking me. Stretched me open. It’d been a while. He dug in. Hit my spot. On the way in. On the way out. That's when I felt it. My hole throbbed. “DEEPER!” I yelled. Begged. Wanted him to plow into me. “Fuck your poz musclejock!” He kept it up. Felt every inch of his shaft in me. Fucked me harder. Deeper. Sound of our sweaty bodies slapping against each other filled the room. My head fell back, eyes rolled up. Clenched down hard to keep him inside. Coach growled, sped up the fucking. His balls pulled up. He tensed. “FUCKING SHIT!” he yelled, shooting into me. “TAKE IT!” I was too into it to move. Just felt him on top of me. Felt his weight pushing in me. Then he pulled out. I stayed there, breathing heavy, body wired. Still caught in it. Still wanting more. “We’re not done,” he growled, motioning to the bag of Tina. “Got all weekend.” I blinked up at him. Smiling. “And next time you come over,” he said, “I’ve got a surprise for you.” My stomach flipped. Not fear. Not nerves. Just wanting. He didn’t explain. Just packed the pipe.

I guess I’m lucky. My PCP gave me an Rx for 60 as a 30 day supply. Costs about $10 for me. My PCP is gay so that could be why.

Definitely! Imagine me! I was an innocent college student 😇at the time. 😉

Never got caught but after a long night of being out one night in college, I went with my new bf at the time back to his parents where he lived. I was introduced with a huge ass beard burn and hickey on my face. He told his parents we’d be in his bedroom. Parents looked a bit shocked. His dad asked why was he telling them. Bf told them, “Just in case you see us in bed together.” They didn’t say anything else and they never came in. I was surprised he was telling them.

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

One of the first vids I discovered. The music in the background is something I will never forget. A buddy was watching it and the minute I heard it, I instantly knew what he was watching. I've got this clip saved and backed up in several places.

This is interesting. It’s listed as 4 parts on Nifty but part 4 does say that it’s the 3rd of the chronicles. This story definitely helped with getting me interested and getting me to where I am now. It’s got me curious as to what happened next to Blake and Gus, especially after Con showed up. Even if he doesn’t decide to share. Please let him know that he has many fans out there that have enjoyed it for years.

Frenum/Jacob’s ladder is on my bucket list!

Both PA and reverse PA. 😁 Definitely enjoyed them.

New Beginning Part 7 I’d been on edge all week leading up to our session with Jack. After all, I was Jack’s cuntboy. That hadn’t changed, and I wasn’t sure how Alex would feel seeing me slip right into it. Yeah, Alex was the dominant one with me, but never like Jack and, honestly, I knew he just didn’t have it in him. No matter how hard he tried, he’d never be able to go as far as Jack, and that’s exactly why I kept going back. And despite everything, it only made me love Alex more. I know. I admit it. I loved him. I had from the very start, but I still couldn’t say it. Like he said, I had a way of holding things back. It was a defense mechanism that I needed to work on. And knowing him, he wouldn’t say it until I did. That was his coping strategy. It was during one of those long talks about everything that happened with Jack when it finally hit me. He had completely fucked with my head. I wasn’t even the same guy from 10 months ago when Alex came back into my life. Everything had changed, especially me. Once Jack found out about Alex, he made sure to keep me spun from the minute I arrived, leading me to this weekend. Did I need it? No, but I needed to able to let go of everything and concentrate on Jack. On Friday, we started with a gym session, wanting to be at peak for our first session with Jack. Since I was already keeping myself smooth, I got in the shower for a touch up before getting Alex ready. Hearing the clippers buzzing, I laughed, remembering how things first started with us as the hair fell from his body onto the floor. Then the moment came, showing he was committed to it. He stood there, clippers still vibrating. His face and body clipped down, but head still covered in curls. Smiling at me, he took a deep breath and ran the clippers over his head, revealing his pale scalp. I just stood there as he stepped into the shower and shut the door. “Fucking love the feel of your skin after right after,” Alex whispered, rubbing his hands over me. “Don’t ever stop.” “Fucker, Jack would never allow it,” I admitted, accidently letting it slip how much control Jack actually had over me. “So,” he said, hesitating for a second, then grabbed my sac. “Do you always do what he wants?” I knew the answer but held off. It was too soon, and we had to get through this weekend. Grabbing his arms, I lifted them and watched his pecs rise, exposing the patch of remaining hair in his pits. His scent filled my nostrils, and I started flicking my tongue, lapping up the sweat from our workout. “Goddamn, fuck!” he moaned, forgetting the question, and reached down and held my head against it. After a bit, I pulled back and told him I needed to get him ready. I started rubbing the shaving gel onto his pecs, taking my time with it. Honestly, my hands probably lingered more than they needed to. While I was doing it, I reminded him what Jack was expecting, "Don't forget. From the minute we get there, just follow my lead." “Yeah, I remember,” he grinned as I gripped his tit tightly to shave his pec. “OUCH!” he winced, pulling back. I rolled my eyes, finishing them up, and shifted to his abs thinking, “Jack’s gonna love working on those tits.” Alex just stood there, eyes closed, not saying a word. I watched the goosebumps rise as the remaining hair disappeared. Once done, I stood back, looking the beginning of his transformation. His upper body was smooth again. My eyes moved down past his abs to see his cock still at full mast. I so wanted him to fuck me, right then, but had to finish. I knelt in front of him and coated his legs, trying to ignore his cock. Starting at his ankles, I made my way up. Cupping his sac, he pulled them up and I shaved away the last of the hair on his legs. He didn’t need me to say a thing after that. He knew what to do. It was all coming back to him. He let go, turned around, and leaned forward against the shower wall. Fuck, I was loving it. I told him to spread ‘em and made sure his ass and cunt were hairless again. Once his cunt was done, I moved on to his crotch, his cock almost taking out my eye. After cleaning it up, there was only area left. Licking off the drops of precum from his piss slit, I grabbed his sac and stretched it out. “Fuck Luke,” he smiled down at me. “You think Jack, uh Sir, is gonna approve?” "Yeah, he will," I chuckled, catching him referring Jack as ‘Sir.’ Now done, I sank back on my haunches, taking him in, smooth again after all these years. “What?” he smiled, looking down at me. “Don’t get me wrong, Alex. I thought you were a fucking sexy sonofabitch when I saw you again, but honestly, I missed you like this,” I sighed, standing up and taking hold of his shaved junk before leading him into the bedroom. “Fuck me.” Alex was totally on board, but he glanced at the time and paused. I brushed it off and told him we were catching the later ferry and that I’d already filled Jack in. What he didn’t realize was that the later ferry had been the plan from the start. I needed him to get the urge to fuck me out of his system so he could focus on what was coming. I kissed him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth as I pulled him down on top of me. The second I felt his smooth, freshly shaved skin against mine, I stopped holding back. Our tongues fought for control while my hands moved over his body, taking in every muscle, every inch of that smooth skin. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I slipped my hand between his ass and fingered his smooth cunt. “Daddy’s gonna fucking love this,” I purred, knowing what Jack liked. "Yeah?" he moaned, raising his hips to give me more access. “Yeah, fucker. He definitely will,” I agreed, knowing he was perfect now. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my abs, so I kissed him and moved on top of him. Straddling him, I raised his arms and lapped at his smooth pits. Moving to his tit, I started nibbling on it. “Shit yeah!” he growled, feeling me take a bite. “Harder!” I kept going, smiling to myself that he wanted it harder. He was making things easier. By now I could feel his shaft between my ass. Grabbing it, I easily slipped it in. “Goddamn Fuck, Alex!” I cried out, feeling myself sliding over his thick cock. Grabbing my hips, he started fucking me, stretching me out with every thrust. “You like that don’t you, you goddamn cuntboy?” he snarled, sitting up and pushing himself on top of me before shoving it in deeper with each stroke. “Your Daddy ever fuck you this deep?” “Fuck no, Alex. More! Fucking breed me deep!” I begged, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Didn’t think so,” he grunted, “Every time he‘s fucking you, remember how mine feels, bigger, deeper than he’ll ever get.” It was true, but I knew what Alex was doing. He wanted to fuck Jack out of my mind with every rough and hungry fuck he gave me. It wasn’t the first time. What he didn’t realize is that Jack knew how get in touch with the deepest part of my soul. “Fucking take it!” he yelled, his balls slapping again and again on my ass. On he went, now covered in sweat, ramming into me. I didn’t want it to end but I knew what I had to do. Tightening my cunt around his shaft, I could feel Alex’s thrusts shortening. It was working. A few seconds later, he started shaking. “FUCKING CUMMING!” he screamed out as his eyes rolled back, driving deeper into me. The feeling was too much for me and my cunt started pulsing. “Oh, God,” I moaned, feeling the walls of my cunt wrapping tightly around Alex’s cock. I held onto him tightly, getting him through the familiar spasms. Jack had told me to make sure it worked, and it had, just like I thought it would. We stayed like that for a bit until Alex was ready. “Shit...” He moaned, pulling out his dripping cock. “Hope Jack doesn’t mind that happened. I couldn’t help it.” “Fuck no, especially when he feels it in me,” I chuckled, taking him into my mouth and cleaning off the mess. “Now let’s get ready.” Afterwards, we got straight to it. I grabbed our jockstraps, still damp, reeking of sweat. We’d spent the week we spent working out at in them to get them just right. Throwing mine to Alex, I pressed my face into his. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” I growled and put it on. Alex stood there, grinning in my jockstrap, the pouch bulging with his cock, stretched and stuffed. Then he stepped up to the full-length mirror, checking himself out with that cocky smile of his. I came up behind him, hands sliding over his pecs, palms full of hard, smooth muscle. It felt like we were right back at the start. Only now, our bodies were bigger, stronger, more built, more defined. I started growling as my fingers slowly spread over his hard tits and gripped them. “Goddamn,” I muttered against his neck and kissed it. “We should live in these things.” Alex caught my eye in the mirror, smirking. “We’d never get anything done if we walked around like this all day.” “And that would be bad?” I joked, grabbing his junk and biting at his neck. He let out a low moan, gripping my hands. “Fuck.” I turned him to face me. “Seriously, we have to go.” He glanced down at his obvious bulge and grinned. “Then you better quit.” It was gonna be a hot weekend, so we tossed on some shorts, t-shirts, and sneakers, not planning to leave Jack’s place or needing anything else. The ride to the terminal was quiet, both of us caught up in our own thoughts. Once on the ferry, we headed straight to my usual spot on the upper deck without saying much. "I get why you like it here," Alex said, gazing out at the water. "Huh?" I asked, snapping out of it, too busy thinking about what was coming next to really hear him. "The view," he said with a smile, reaching over to squeeze my hand. "Yeah, it's..." I started, but a loud blast from the ferry horn cut me off, and I couldn’t help laughing. Alex grinned, remembering my first ferry ride with Jack. “Is that for us?” “Yup,” I smiled, waving up at the captain, and kissed him. It was starting to get dark when we got to the island. I could see the black SUV waiting for us at the edge of the parking lot and we made our way over. Jack rolled down the window and our eyes met. Alex glanced at me, then back at Jack, saying nothing but sizing him up with sharp eyes. I took a deep breath and smiled at Jack, the man that had turned me into what I was and exposed the parts of me that I had kept hidden from Alex. I told Alex to take the passenger seat then stepped toward Jack without looking back. “You did good, cuntboy,” he whispered, securing my collar before slipping me some tina from his fist. “Now get in the back.” I felt the burn penetrating my nasal membrane and smiled as hit me. It was starting. “Yes, Daddy,” I answered, slowly licking the remains from his fist. “Thanks.” I didn’t give a fuck if anyone else was watching. I had one thing on my mind, and nothing was gonna stop me. Opening the door, I stripped down to my jockstrap, tossing the clothes in the back and sat down. Alex just sat there, eyes locked on me like he was seeing me for the first time. “Fucking cuntpig,” Jack smiled, catching the cum still seeping out. “Daddy, this is Alex,” I grinned, making the introduction. “Alex, this is my Daddy, Jack.” "Hello, Sir," Alex said, steadying himself as he met Jack’s gaze. “Thanks for having me over this weekend.” Jack looked him up and down, not bothering to hide it. “You’re welcome, boy. I’m guessing cuntboy, here, already filled you in about what’s expected of you?” “Yes, Sir,” he said, his eyes locking on Jack’s before quickly stripping down like me. “Good boy,” he smiled, catching the sight of his shaved body and growing bulge. “Impressive.” “Thanks, Sir,” Alex grinned, genuinely caught off guard at the compliment. Relaxing, we talked about routine things on the way, making Alex more and more comfortable. I had told them so much about each other that Alex felt like they had known each other forever. Reaching the house, we entered through the garage and into the kitchen. “Go on boys, I’ve got a couple of things to do,” he chuckled, giving me a wink. “Boy, why don’t show Alex the view from the deck.” “Yes, Sir,” I smiled, and showed him the way. Making our way past the living room, I pulled Alex onto the deck where he spotted the packed pipe just sitting there on the table waiting for us. “Yep,” I growled as I reached for it, brought it to his lips, and gave him a nod. “All in, fucker.” I lit the bowl without thinking, just a reflex now, and watched as he took a long, slow drag, his eyes on mine. “Fucking good shit, cuntboy. Come’re,” he gasped, grabbing my chin and pulled me into his arms, releasing the cloud. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I took it in without thinking as our lips met, sealing the deal. We were locked in now, no turning back. “I get what you see in him,” he said with no hint of jealousy in his voice. “Another,” I whispered, pulling back, and slipped the pipe between his lips. I fed him a few more clouds to get him just right. Then it was my turn, needing it for what was gonna happen next. It was about more than just getting spun. I took a hit from the warm stem and let the cloud fill my lungs, knowing Jack had planned this. He gave me a quick kiss, took my hand, and we stood there quietly taking in the view until Jack showed up behind us. “Alright boys,” he growled, “Let’s get on with it.” I let go of Alex’s hand and turned to Jack, moaning. Just like the first time, Jack stood there with his hands behind his back, boots on, and a thick leather harness wrapped tight around his pecs. Glancing down, I could see his straining cock outlined in the frayed pouch surrounding his package. Without thinking, I made my way to him and sucked on his thick ringed tit. “The better for you to suck on,” he had told me back when he first showed the new rings to me. The scent of the pouch hit me hard, musk and sweat with a hint of piss. I dropped to my knees, leaning into it before I even realized. Jack stood right beside me, his hand gripping my shoulder as he watched Alex, waiting for what he’d do next. Alex stood there, just taking him in. I could tell he was hesitating. Then he glanced down at me. I gave him a small nod, and he finally walked over and dropped. Keeping his eyes on me, Alex started sniffing at the ripe pouch. “You like that, boy?” Jack growled, slipping a collar on him. “Go on taste it. I wore this one just for you.” “Fucking love it, Sir!” Alex moaned, feeling the tightness of the collar locked on his neck. Leaning into the mesh covered cock, he started chewing on it. I could hear Jack’s moans as Alex released Jack’s cock and took it in his mouth. His head was bobbing up and down, easily taking it to the root. I couldn’t take my eyes off him doing his thing with my Daddy. I reached over and rubbed the back of Alex’s neck. “Do it, fucker. Show him how much you want it,” I encouraged him. “Shit yeah!” Alex mumbled, his mouth full of leaking cock. “Fucking want it.” I paused for a second and stared. Alex didn’t look away, watching me the whole time like he was waiting to see what I’d do. Jack’s grip tightened a bit as if warning me to stay put. But Alex was watching me, and I hated feeling left out. I jumped in, joining him in worshipping Jack, and took our relationship to a whole new level. Alex and I came in from both sides, our lips meeting Jack’s shaft like we couldn’t get enough. We took it slow, hands roaming over him while our tongues tangled, mixing our breaths and spit. Jack was loving the attention from us. Suddenly, Jack’s hand shot out, pushing me back just enough to break my connection with Alex. “Go on,” Jack barked, grabbing my head, and pushed me down onto the floor. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, releasing Alex’s cock from the rank jockstrap and took it in. “Fuck!” Alex groaned, feeling it going down my throat. “Good boy,” Jack growled, grabbing Alex’s head, and shoving himself all the way in. “Just enjoy my cuntboy’s mouth while you take care of me.” Suddenly, Alex’s hands grabbed at me and started reaming my mouth as he took care of Jack. I could feel him getting close and started swallowing, my throat muscles gripping his cock. I felt him thrusting his hips into me with one final moan as he shot his load. “FUCK!” he panted as Jack’s cock slipped out of his mouth. Swallowing the load, I sat up to see Jack grinning down at me. “Good job, boy,” he said with a slow smile, pushing Alex away and shooting me a wink. “Cover him up. He won’t be needing that again this weekend. Get him ready.” “Yes, Sir,” I growled, helping Alex up. I was fucking flying high from what was happening and grabbed Alex’s hand. Giving it a squeeze, I led him down the hallway into one of the spare bedrooms. “Daddy converted this room a bit ago. Wait ‘til you see it,” I smiled, opening the door. “You’re the first one to help us break it in.” “Shit!” Alex moaned at the sight of the sling in the center of the room. I stood there for a second, surprised. The walls and ceiling were painted black now. Jack had been busy. “Ok, fucker, on the sling,” I prompted him, getting back to the plan. Eagerly, he jumped on it and laid back, his pecs rising with each breath. I ran my fingers up the length of his now-slick body. Taking his wrist, I kissed it, then buckled on one of the restraints. I secured it to the sling, leaving his smooth, shaved pit exposed. “By the way, Daddy approves,” I murmured, lapping up the sweat before securing the other one and moved to the foot of the sling. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t be in here.” I stood there looking at his muscular ass framed in the dingy white straps. God, he was beautiful! Next, I buckled a pair of ankle restraints on him and attached his legs. “Fuck,” I sighed, taking in his exposed cunt. Alex lay there, taking in the room. Jack had fixed it up properly. One wall held rack of gear and shelves of toys, while on the opposite hung a huge, steel framed black-and-white print of me in full leather gear. On the first anniversary of being his cuntboy, Jack had surprised me with a session with a famous photographer. I smiled, loving that he now had it in here, where it and I belonged. Then it was my turn. Jack had told me to gear up for the next part, said it was gonna be a part of Alex’s imprinting. I quickly pulled on my boots, tightened the harness until it pushed up my pecs, fastened the restraints around my wrists, and slid the armband up my right arm exactly like in the print. Grabbing at my tits, I walked over to the wall and looked up at myself. The shadows had made the muscles of my dehydrated body look even more defined than usual. I was hooded, harnessed with my booted legs spread, and hands shackled behind my back, wearing a leather jock that hid my limp cock. “That’s me, it’s one of a kind,” I proudly told him, remembering the day of the shoot. “If you look carefully, I was so fucking tweaked that you can barely see the whites of my eyes.” Hearing Jack walking in, I smiled and kept on. “Daddy wanted me looking my best, and that’s exactly what you’re seeing,” I grinned, pointing up at it. “I spent the whole week spun with the photographer to get that look.” “Shit Luke,” he groaned as it finally hit him that things with Jack had gone way further than he realized. “The perfect cuntboy!” “That’s right, boy. He is that,” Jack growled, walking up behind me and slipping a hood on me. I fell back against Jack as he secured it. “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I moaned, feeling his hard cock slipping into me, where it belonged. I could feel his warm breath against my neck and my heart started racing. I was already caught up in this, craving more, not even trying to hide it anymore. “Goddamn it!” I yelped, tensing up as he snapped the alligator clamps on. That was it! What I felt for Alex didn’t matter. I was in full cuntboy mode now and was all in for what was coming. “Is he ready?” he asked, kissing my neck before pulling out. “He’s ready, Daddy,” I whimpered, feeling empty. “I’ve done everything you told me.” Jack walked over to the sling, my cunt juices smeared across his cock. Standing there, he stood staring down at Alex’s exposed cunt. “Yeah, you did, cuntboy,” Jack chuckled, teasing Alex with his cock. “I trained you right.” “Shit yeah, please!” Alex begged, raising his hips, and offered himself up. “Soon,” Jack chuckled, “Fucking hungry pig.” Jack gave me the go-ahead and, taking a deep breath, I nodded and walked over to the shelf. I could hear Alex still begging for cock as I opened the steel box sitting there. Picking up one of the rigs, I held it to the light and saw the shimmering contents. It was just like he said it would be, the perfect amount. Moaning, I grabbed another one from the stash and shut the box. Turning around, I slipped them into my waistband before joining Jack at Alex’s side. I could see the clouds were getting to him. Alex’s eyes got a little darker, his lips parting just a bit as Jack worked his magic. Silently, I grabbed the rubber strap and wrapped it around his bicep. He blinked, caught off guard as he looked at it then me. I hadn’t told Alex about this, but honestly, I didn’t have a say. It was what Jack wanted. I had no choice. The whole thing was Jack’s idea. We talked about it that night he first mentioned the three of us, but really, he’d already made up his mind and, as usual, just told me I was coming along. “What the fuck, Luke!” he whimpered, feeling the tightness of the strap. “What the fuck you doing?!” “Goddammit, stay still, Alex,” I growled, looking up at Jack, waiting for signal. “Remember, boy,” Jack barked, snapping a pair of tit clamps on Alex and shoving his cock in. “He told you exactly what’s expected. Everything he does, you do. You fucking agreed to all this before you even showed up here. This is just the start.” “Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Alex moaned, his head falling back from the fire in his tits and full cunt. Holding on, Jack kept ramming into him, pulling it completely out and then shoving it back down to the base. I just stood there holding the rig up for Alex to see, keeping my eyes on his face. I could see his panic fading, being replaced by something deeper, something hungry. “YEAH! DO IT!” Alex shouted as the craving in his cunt completely took over. “Look at me, boy,” Jack growled, his cock settling itself inside Alex to steady him for his first slam. “I want you to feel my cock in you when take your first slam. Just like cuntboy here, you’re gonna be craving my cock every time, you slam.” “Shit yeah,” I moaned, slipping the needle into his bulging vein, and pulled back the plunger to draw blood. “You’re gonna fucking love it!” Jack was right. That’s why I never brought it up with Alex. Jack had done the same to me and now I only thought of his cock when I slammed. I was like fucking Pavlov’s dog. And with that, I pushed the Tina into Alex, loosened the strap, and tossed it. “Daddy’s been slamming me for a while now during these times,” I moaned, standing back, and watched it rush through his body. “And it’s your turn.” “Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit,” he kept repeating, as it hit him. Jack started pounding him again. He was on a roll, making sure his cock took what it needed as the sounds of his sweaty thighs slapped against Alex’s ass. “Fuck yeah! Harder!” Alex kept begging and bucking to offer up his cunt. I could hear Jack’s breathing getting harder with every thrust. Seeing Alex like this, I started whining. “Please, Daddy,” I stammered, pulling the second rig from my waistband and holding it out. “I was wondering how long until you fucking begged for it, cuntboy,” he grunted, stopping the fuck but staying inside Alex. “Drop and give it to me.” Quickly, I made my way to him on all fours, needing my slam, until I was at his feet. “Hand it over,” he snapped, not bothering to wait and took the rig. Looking down at me with a look that said I was his to use, he let another wad of spit fall. I couldn’t resist and started lapping it off the cap of his boot. “Look at me, cuntboy,” he barked, pulling out, and spit out another stringy wad. With my mouth wide open, I stuck out my tongue and took it in. “Ok, cuntboy, give me your arm,” he barked. Swallowing, I sat back and raised my arm with a desperate look. “Goddammit, cuntboy,” he grinned, strapping on the tourniquet, and getting me ready. “I can give you so much, if you just say the word and commit to it.” “Fuck, Daddy,” I moaned, looking at Alex. “I want that so bad.” “I know,” Jack growled, pushing the slam into me before burrowing back into Alex. “That’s why he’s here. I knew you were a package deal. I just had to know for sure.” “God, yeah!” I grunted, locking eyes with Alex as the chems rushed to my brain and cunt. Hearing Jack’s plan, Alex started pushing himself onto his cock. “That cunt of yours hungry?” Jack snarled, “Cause that’s what it is, boy. A fucking cunt.” “Yes, Sir!” Alex grunted, his head falling back on the sling. “It’s cunt. A fucking hungry cunt.” Hearing him admit it, I was lost my mind. I was craving Jack’s cock. I crawled to his side, watching him picking up speed and pounding Alex. As each thrust came quicker, I could see the cunt juices dripping out of Alex. “Shit yeah!” Jack groaned, his thrusts now shortening. “Gonna feed your cunt, boy. Fucking remember it.” “Please!” Alex begged, his eyes locking on Jack’s face. Holding my breath, I watched Jack give one final thrust and sink all the way in. Shuddering, he shot his heavy load into Alex. Taking a deep breath, “Cock!” I exhaled, aching for it. Pulling out his now spent cock, Jack let out a sigh, watching the mixture of cunt juices and his cum dripping off it. “Get over here,” he yelled at me. My heart pounding, I went down on him and started cleaning. "How’s that taste, cuntboy? Your fucking boyfriend’s chemmed up cunt juices on Daddy’s cock.” “Fuck, yeah!” I mumbled, the taste filling my mouth as he patted my head. “Fucking so good, Daddy!” "So, cuntboy," Jack said gently, his thumb brushing my cheek, “you know what this means?" “Yes, Daddy,” I sighed, looking at Alex and wondering what he was thinking. “I’m yours. I’ve always been. I see it now.” “Yep,” Jack laughed, taking me to Alex. “Damn, cuntboy. Why the fuck does it always take you so long to figure things out? Just say what you’re feeling.” I stood there, watching Alex, clueless about what was coming next. This part of Jack’s plan wasn’t something I was in on. Wrapping his arms around me, he looked down at Alex and asked, “What about you, boy? Whaddaya say?” For a moment, Alex just laid there, his eyes locked on mine. Realizing Jack was right, I reached for Alex’s hand. "I fucking love you, Alex. I always have," I told him, the words hitting harder than I expected. "I should’ve said it. I don’t know why I didn’t say it sooner." “Like Sir said, took you fucking long enough, cuntboy,” Alex grinned. “I love you, too. I’ve loved you since that summer before senior year.” “See, that was easy,” Jack smiled, giving our shoulders a squeeze. Then Alex turned to him, “And yeah, Sir, I’m yours. You didn’t need to do all this. I knew from the minute Luke told me about you, I wanted it.” Jack let out a low laugh and ran a hand over Alex’s head, “All that build-up just to admit you’ve wanted it since day one? You could’ve saved us some time and begged for it back then, boy.” “Sorry, Sir,” Alex apologized as Jack released him from the sling. “It’s ok, boy. You’re in luck,” he smiled, motioning to me. I stood there holding a box wrapped in black paper and ribbon. Walking up to me, Alex lifted the lid and smiled at all the leather gear inside. “Cuntboy here gave me your measurements, hoping it’d work out today,” Jack chuckled. “That’s for you.” “Shit, yeah,” Alex moaned, “Thank you, Sir!” “What?” Jack teased, sliding a finger inside him. “I mean, thanks, Daddy,” Alex grinned, grabbing the harness, and put it on. “You’re welcome, my boy,” Jack chuckled, slipping the hood on him. “Now get booted up. We’re just starting.” From that point on, we were both Jack’s and spent the whole weekend geared up and spun. Jack and I broke Alex in, showing him how we did things. And there it is, guys, the story of how Alex and I found our way to a brand-new beginning, together.

Here you go: His name is Cheyenne. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://classics.treasureislandmedia.com/scenes/cheyenne

The bottom goes by Badger. Corey "BadgerBoy" Turner on X.

I know a few guys that have dedicated dungeons where they’ve kitted out the basement with floor drains, shower area and separate bathroom and kitchen area. No need to leave. Not that I would want to. 😜 Others I’ve been to have a dedicated sling room created out of a bedroom. I once met a guy in LA who took me into one of his guest bedrooms. Totally normal but had a secret door behind the closet that led to a sling room. That was fun as I didn’t expect it.

New Beginning Part 6 After that night, Alex and I naturally fell into a routine, taking turns staying over at each other’s place from then on. Sure, we were fucking like bunnies but some nights we stayed up talking, other nights we barely said anything, just being comfortable in the quiet. Even after we’d finally admitted how we had felt about each other, neither of was ready to take the next step. Jack was still in the picture and, even though Alex was fine with it, I was still figuring things out. And since Jack was out of town, it made it easier to not think about it. A couple of weeks later, I heard from Jack. He was back and wanted to see me. But I wasn’t sure if meeting at my place was the best idea, so I came up with an excuse and we settled on dinner instead. I was a little anxious telling him, but Jack just smiled, knowing my history with Alex. He was happy for me. "So, where does that leave us?" he asked, like he already knew it wasn’t going to be a simple answer. Playing with the drink between my hands, "Honestly? I’m figuring it out as I go," I sighed. "I just know I need someone that can take full control. Then there’s Alex. Sure, I can sub with him, but there’s that one thing I can’t change, he needs to get fucked, and I can’t give him that.” Jack nodded, and sat back, like he’d already made peace with it. There was no awkwardness, just this understanding between us. I guess we both knew what was coming, but I wanted to hear it from him. "I hear you, cuntboy,” Jack chuckled, shaking his head. “I’d never get in the way of what you two have. I’m always here when you need me. Just remember, nothing changes when you’re with me. You’ll always be my cuntboy, just like before. Whatever’s going on outside of this, in your life, including Alex, it doesn’t exist when we’re together. That clear?" “Yes, Sir,” I grinned, glad to have the part of my life not shut out. So, Jack and I continued to meet up when I could arrange a long weekend as, by this point, he kept me spun during our sessions. I was climbing the corporate ladder at work, and I needed blow off steam. Yeah, I was becoming that stereotypical guy, calling all the shots, but just wanting to let go of all that control once the day was over. Like I said before, he’d also let me explore my fantasies, and being spun, we’d talk about them. Jack always was one to hear me talk about Alex when I was spun. He’d just watch me, seeing the look on my face as I told him what we were up to. He was especially into the fact that Alex had tossed all his underwear and was wearing jockstraps like me. It was during one of my sessions with Jack that Alex came up. “So, cuntboy,” Jack grunted, unloading his piss into my mouth, “Tell me more about Alex’s cocksucking.” This was something he liked to do, catching me off guard and asking questions before leading into something he had been thinking about. “Fuck, Daddy,” I grinned, gulping down the last of his chem piss. “Good! You remember I told you Greg’s cock was huge, even bigger than Alex’s? There isn’t a cock Alex can’t satisfy.” “Hmmm. Including yours?” he chuckled, perking up. Sure, my cock was bigger than Jack’s, but it was never something either of us cared about. “And getting fucked, how’s that going for him and being with you?” he asked. “Fucking love his mouth, Jack,” I sighed, sitting up and breaking the scene, “He’s getting it. We’ve both been traveling more for work and are on the apps. But...” “So, you’re not together when that happens?” he asked, in his normal ‘Jack’ mode. “You two haven’t done it together, yet?” “No,” I admitted, “You could say, I get jealous sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, we both talk about what goes on with you and what he does with other guys. But, honestly, there’s a part of me that feels disconnected when we talk about other guys.” “Mmmhmm,” he said, with a devilish grin, “So, what do you think about him joining us? Do you think you could handle seeing him with me? It’s not like we’ve never had another boy join us. ‘Course you’d still be my cuntboy.” “Yeah, Daddy?” I moaned, suddenly getting back into my role. “Yeah, cuntboy,” he growled, tugging on my collar. “You know how I feel about you.” I did. He’d never really given up on me being his full time and there was this connection we had that I couldn’t ever completely explain to Alex. Maybe because, even after all this time, I still didn’t quite understand it myself. But the thought of three of us had crossed my mind and I smiled. “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes,’” he chuckled, feeding me some poppers, and pushed me down to his hairy hole, “Time I meet this boy.” “Mmmhmm,” I murmured, spreading his ass open. “Go on, boy,” he groaned, taking a hit of poppers. “Fucking eat me my ass out.” He didn’t need to tell me again. I grabbed onto his hips and, smiling at his tight hole, jumped on it with my tongue as it dilated and opened up. Slipping my tongue in, I sucked on it between exploring and getting a taste of him. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned, pulling my face against his ass. “Make Daddy feel good.” “Yesss, Ssssir,” I mumbled, reaching up and stroking his slicked cock. Squirming, he started talking about the three of us together. It was obvious he had thought about it and was waiting for the right time. It only got me hotter. Making sure my mouth stayed on his hole, I kept exploring as I stroked his cock. “Fuck, cuntboy,” he started moaning. “Fucking do it.” I felt his cock thickening and his hole tighten around my tongue. It was all I could do to stay inside him as I stroked his shaft faster and faster. He was getting closer, and I shoved my tongue in as far as I could as he started to tremble. “SHIT!” he yelled out, tightening his hole around my tongue and clamping down as he shot another load. I just laid there, sucking on it with my lips as my tongue slipped out of him. Quickly, I cleaned up my hand, moved up and started lapping up the rest of his load. “Fuck!” he chuckled, pulling me up to him and grabbing my junk. “If I were Alex and you’d have done that, I’d be fucking begging for you to fuck me. ‘Course, we’d have to take care of that t-dick.” I just smiled, knowing this was the most intimate thing I could do for him. This wasn’t about sex for me. After all, I had a cunt for fucking, but he had a hole. I was showing him just how much I was all in on his training and how far I'd come. By this point, there wasn’t much that I wouldn’t do. Afterwards, we just laid there in bed with my head in his lap, nursing on his cock. Leaving was always a bit tough, but this time felt different. Once again, my life was coming together in a new way, and honestly, I was looking forward to it this time. Like usual, Jack dropped me off at the terminal. “Let me know what Alex says,” he smiled, kissing me goodbye. "I will, Sir," I said with a grin, surprised that he kissed me as he dropped me off, something he'd never done before. I stepped out of the car, shut the door, and gave a quick wave. After a few steps, I heard him honk. Turning around, I saw him roll down the window. “You know the drill, cuntboy. Let him know he’s not getting off easy. I expect the same from him as I do from you!" he called out, not caring who heard him. I smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. The ferry ride back was quiet, most people were heading the other way in the late afternoon. I stood at the railing, watching the city skyline get closer, lost in my thoughts. So much had happened to get me here. After everything, Alex and I were about to start something new, together. ----- Alex was always waiting to pick me up at the terminal after my time with Jack. Catching my grin as I walked over, he just laughed. “Fuck you smell good,” he said, handing me a water before taking in my scent as I shut the door. It was a warm day, but the ac was off. I just kept smiling, seeing him in nothing but his shorts and sneakers. “Fucker,” I groaned, seeing his bulge and knowing the minute we got in the door, he’d be all over me, so I tossed my t-shirt onto the backseat and gulped down the water. On the way home, he peppered me with questions about what I did and how I felt about it. It was almost as if he knew what Jack had proposed. When we got home, we rushed into the elevator and started making out all the way to our floor. The minute we heard the ding, we stopped, trying to look halfway decent, considering what we were wearing and his bulge. The door opened and we casually walked by the pizza delivery guy standing there gawking at us. I put the key in the door and started laughing. “What?” Alex asked. “Nothing,” I grinned, pulling him inside and shutting the door. “Just picturing the look on his face when that smell hit him in the elevator.” “Goddamn, cuntboy,” he laughed, stripping down to his jockstrap. Coming up to me, he started licking the sweat from my face, moving down the side of my neck, across my pec to my crusty tit. “Fucking always love it when your Daddy works on ‘em,” he moaned and started chewing on it. “Fuck yeah. Harder,” I told him, shivering from the feeling of his stubble against my pec and started telling him how good the alligator clips felt as Jack used me. I could tell he was into it and smiled. Lifting my hands, I grabbed onto his pecs and started playing with his tits. “Yours could use some toughening up,” I growled, gripping them hard with my fingernails. “Shit, yeah,” he moaned, releasing my tit and falling back on his haunches. That was my cue. Smiling, I grabbed my shorts and pulled out a pair of snake bite cups Jack had given me before we left his house. “Get him ready,” Jack had chuckled, slipping them in my pocket. Licking the edges, I squeezed them, placed them on both of his tits, and released. “Fuck, yeah!” he moaned, feeling the constant pull on them. Sitting up to grab my shorts, he tugged at the waistband, his lips moving over my abs as he pulled them down. He wrapped his lips over my cock and started chewing on it through the mesh while fingering me. I could feel him sucking on it, trying to swallow the sweat soaking through the pouch. He grunted, pulling the waistband down to release my cock. Fuck, even after all the clouds Jack had fed me this weekend, I was getting hard. “No t-dicked cuntboy today,” he smiled, grabbing my hips and kissed my bulge. “Asshole!” I laughed, realizing he had spiked my water with Viagra. Ignoring me, he started working on my cock. He was good, Greg had made sure of that. His mouth was made for cock. Big juicy lips and long strong tongue. I couldn’t get enough of it, and I knew Jack would love it, too. I stood there, looking down at his head bobbing on my now hard cock, taking me deeper and deeper. “Shit,” I gasped, feeling his lips hit my smooth crotch, knowing I was getting close. I wanted to warn him, but it felt so good, and knew he loved it when I blew my load into his mouth. There was no stopping it now, and he felt it too. Grabbing onto my hips, he held me tight and pulled out, leaving just the head on his tongue. “Fuck!” I shouted, exploding into him as my body shook. When I was finally able to stand on my own, he stood and showed me the creamy mess I had made. “Jack’s missing out,” he grinned and swallowed. “More for me.” I laughed but knew what I had gotten into when I met Jack. At least Alex was in the picture again and I was in the mood for more cock. “Come on,” I growled, grabbing his hand. “Fuck me.” Plopping on the bed, we started kissing. It was like we hadn’t seen each other in forever and were making up for lost time, his fingers playing at my cunt the entire time. Noticing him reaching for the drawer, I hesitated, "I can't. I've got a meeting tomorrow and need to be on it." “I know,” he laughed, pulling out a chained pair of tit clamps. “You think you can handle more of this?” “Fuuuuck yeahhhh,” I moaned as he clamped them on and licked up the sweat on his way to down to my cunt. It was intense, feeling him pulling on the chain as his heavy scruff scraped against my shaved skin. He loved eating me out and it must have been about 30 minutes before he was ready for more. Moving over me, he tossed his jockstrap and held his cock to my mouth. “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, as he slid his cock into my open lips. “Fucking missed you.” “Me, too,” he grunted. Grabbing onto the suction cups, I pulled them off and squeezed his swollen tits. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned, feeling the blood rushing back in. All the while, I could taste the last drops of piss as I slid my tongue over and around his foreskin. “Goddammit, make it disappear,” he barked, pushing himself into my mouth. I was loving it and slowly took him down my throat. Tightening my lips around his shaft, I started swallowing, my throat muscles pulsing around his shaft. “Shit! Fucking tight cuntmouth,” he groaned, ramming my throat. He had me where he wanted me. He was on top of me and I couldn’t move. But then, I didn’t want to. Without warning, he pulled out and slid down between my legs and shoved his cock all the way inside me. “Been thinking about this all weekend,” he growled, yanking on the chain to my tit clamps. “HOLY FUCK!” I yelled, tensing up around his shaft from the pain. That only made him do it again. I was gripping him tighter and tighter with every yank. My tits were on fire, and I was hard as a rock again. Fuck, it felt so good. I laid back, watching Alex moaning and groaning as he rammed in and out of me. I could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. I shifted my hips slightly. “SHIT, YEAH!” I yelled, feeling him hit my spot dead center. We were now both getting close. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His face was red, and he was sweating like pig. Inhaling, I could smell his scent as the sounds of our slick bodies slapping against each other filled the room. “Together,” he grunted, pounding me over and over again. “Together,” I repeated, wanting the same thing. It didn’t take much more after that. I felt my cock start to jerk and wrapped my legs around him to pull him into me. “NOW!” I yelled, shooting another in between our abs. At the same time, Alex roared, “GODDAMN! FUCK!” and fell on top of me in one of his spasms. Even after all this time, I felt proud knowing that I was the only guy that did that to him. Rolling off me, “Fucker,” he sighed, scooping up my load and feeding it to me. “I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack one of these days, if we keep that up.” “How the fuck would I explain that to 911?” I laughed, “Uh, so my boyfriend just died as he was fucking me, and I can’t get out from under him.” "My ghost would stick around just to see the look on their faces," he joked. After the breeding, I was exhausted, and Alex picked up on it right away. He didn’t push and just made sure I was comfortable. In between him pampering me, I told him more about what happened on the island. That’s when I mentioned that Jack said it was time to meet. Talking about it with him made it all feel a little more real, like I could finally sort through it instead of just holding onto it in my head. Alex listened, taking it all in. Then, I leaned back with a grin, stating the obvious, "You know, he’s going to want us spun." “I take it, he’ll be supplying everything?” he grinned. “Since we’ve been back together, you’ve never taken any with you to his place.” “He always does,” I chuckled, still getting a kick out of him saying ‘together.’ “Daddy always provides for his boy.” “You mean boys?” he laughed. For a second, I didn’t what to say. His reply caught me off guard. It was the first time he had talked about being a boy to Jack. He just stood there, grinning and watching for my reaction. “Yeah?” I asked, trying to figure out if I was understanding what he just said. “Yup,” he replied, smiling from ear to ear. “Boys.” Any doubts I had were gone with that one word. I couldn’t have felt more sure or more excited. “That,” I grinned, kissing him, “Remains to be seen.” “Yup. We’ll see. You know how it gets me going, hearing about you two,” he smiled, handing me another glass of juice, “And it’s not like I’m new to this. So, when’s it’s happening?” “There’s the 3-day holiday coming up next month, that work for you?” I chuckled, seeing his pouch swelling again, “We’ve talked about going away that weekend, so it’s perfect timing. We’d meet up on Friday. That’ll give us until Sunday morning so we can recover. We can take the ferry back on Monday.” “Done,” he smiled. “Oh, and by the way,” I told him, slipping my hand into his pouch, “He told me to tell you something.” “Yeah? What’d he say?” “He said he expects everything from you that he expects from me,” I grinned, grabbing his sac and pulling out a hair. “Ouch,” he winced, crawling into bed with me. “You gonna help me with that? It’s been a while since I’ve done it.” “A while? You told me you stopped when you moved here,” I laughed, “When was that? Like 9 months ago?” “I have a short memory,” he teased, absent mindedly playing with his tits. “So, you gonna help make sure I don’t miss a spot?” “Yep, just like before,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around him and we started making plans.

If my bf doesn’t clean it when he’s being fucked, I’m more than happy to oblige.

Had this happen to me once before the apps were a big thing. I was going to meet a couple and headed over to their place. I got there and a buzzed the code. Guy answered and let me in. I knocked on the door and was let in. We go into the living room and I’m expecting another guy to be there. We started talking and it turns out that he was waiting for a guy and I had mixed up the condo numbers and put in the wrong code. I ended up swallowing his load until his guy showed up. I then made my way down the hall to the right one and got fucked.

New Beginning Part 5 Taking a deep breath, Alex started his story in a steady voice. “I’ve thought about this a lot. Changed me. Well, you know that.” he grinned, feeling his load dripping out of me. And then his voice started to crack, he was getting serious. “Later, I realized that we were more than just fuck buddies back then. We never did talk about what was going on between us. Guess it was because we knew we were gonna be on different coasts in few months.” "Yeah," I said, letting his words sink in. Suddenly, my memories felt different, like I was seeing them through a whole new lens. “Even with all this cuntboy stuff, I never really forgot about you, Alex. I just figured, you know, you’d moved on.” “Shit no, Luke,” he told me, tears welling up. “Honestly, I was afraid. Plus, admit it, you always held shit back. Lots of times I didn’t know what the fuck you were really thinking.” "Yeah, true," I told him as I wiped the teardrop from his cheek, then leaned in and kissed it. "Go on, fucker. Tell me about it." Once he realized I'd admitted to it, he grinned and jumped straight into the details. “My uncle threw a BBQ my first weekend at his place and Greg was there. That’s his name. I was hanging out in the pool and didn’t notice him coming up. 'Hey, you must be Alex,' he smiled, crouching down and spreading his legs, 'I’m Greg, your uncle’s neighbor.' That’s when I noticed his package. 'Hey,' I stammered, like an idiot. 'Mike told me you were on the swim team,' Greg grinned, slowly scratching himself, 'You got good form, boy.' 'Uh, thanks,' I mumbled, not being able to keep my eyes off his bulge.” ----- “Fuck Luke, it was packed, and you know I wouldn’t say that, if it weren’t true.” Laughing, I nodded, “Yeah, yeah, go on. What happened next?” ----- “Anyway, after some small talk, Greg got up and headed over to some of the other neighbors. For some reason, I was getting hard and couldn’t get the size of it out of my head but played it cool. It’s bad enough when it’s soft, but hard? My uncle was right there, so I kept swimming, trying to shake it off and look halfway decent. Then, I calmed down enough to get out of the pool. Grabbing a burger, I took a seat at the empty table under the tree. That’s when I saw Greg come over with a couple of cups. ‘Hey, boy,' he whispered, passing one over so it wouldn’t be obvious. 'Figure you’d like this.' 'Hey, Greg. Yep, thanks,' I mumbled nervously tasting the beer, barely able to talk as he sat down across from me. That was probably the first time I really looked at his face, with short, buzzed red hair and green eyes. Total ginger.” ------ "Dammit, that’s why!" I laughed, running a hand over my buzz cut. “You asshole!” “Yep,” Alex smiled, “Exactly,” continuing the story. ------ “'You know,’ Greg said, leaning in with a grin, ‘If you’re ever up for...’ Before I could catch the rest, he had already turned to my uncle. Turning back to me, smiled, ‘Just let me know. I’m usually up late, wouldn’t mind some company.’ ‘Yeah?’ I asked, not thinking much of it, but later I realized there was more to it. 'Yeah,' he smiled, grabbing my hand before standing up and walking back to the crowd. 'See ya, then.' He didn’t say a word to me the rest of the day, and honestly, it kind of bugged me. He was too caught up in the neighborhood gossip to notice, but every now and then, I’d catch him sneaking a glance my way. Later that night, I sat in my room, thinking about what happened. Damn, I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, but my cock was getting hard. I knew right away just from the way he looked at me, Greg was gay. I’d seen that look from guys before.” ----- “And yep, I’d see that look from you, sometimes,” Alex laughed, kissing me. “But I didn’t mind. I kind of liked it when you did it.” “Asshole,” I chuckled. ------ “But there was something about him that I couldn’t put my finger on. That’s when I decided to take a walk to clear my head. My uncle was out cold, so I stepped out the front door and started walking. I didn’t really have a place in mind but passed this guy sitting on his porch, just in shorts and drinking a beer. I couldn’t tell who it was at first, so I kept walking. But then his voice gave it away. 'Hey, boy,' he said, standing up and walking into the light. Goddamn it, Luke, suddenly I got nervous and just stood there looking at him. It was the way he kept calling me ‘boy’ from the first time I met him that got to me. I thought about making up an excuse to head back to the house. But, fuck, he was built. That’s when I noticed the streetlights bouncing off the metal in his nips. 'Hey, Greg,' I answered, not being able to keep my eyes off the thick barbells. 'Got any place in mind,' he chuckled, scratching his nip before taking a drink. 'Uh, no,' I stammered, watching him smile as I squirmed. 'Uncle Mike’s out cold and I couldn’t sleep.' 'C’mon then. Got plenty more of these, inside,’ he grinned, wrapping his arm my shoulder and leading me up to the house. With his arm still on my shoulder, he closed the door and led me into the living room. 'Grab a seat. Be right back,' he smiled, squeezing my shoulder and walked into the kitchen. Honestly, I was fucking nervous by this time and had no idea what I was doing there. Next thing I know, he hands me a beer and sits down across from me, legs spread and starts making small talk. I tried keeping eye contact with him but kept glancing down while sipping on the beer. 'You not into it?' he finally asked, spreading his legs further apart. 'Huh, what?' I answered, freaking out that it must’ve obvious I was checking out his bulge. 'The beer... It’s a dry stout. Some guys say it’s got an off taste, but I like it.' 'Oh,' I smiled, taking a large swig and ignoring the taste, 'Yeah, it’s good.' 'Glad you like it,' he chuckled, scratching his crotch. ''Cause, for some reason, I was thinking you might not be into it.' ‘Naw, the beer’s fine,” I told him, taking another swig. I was feeling good by then but still kind of scared. Seeing it, he asked me what was wrong. I don’t why, Luke, but I was feeling relaxed with him and just started telling him about you and how confused I was about things sometimes. ‘What do you mean, things?’ he asked, handing me another beer and sitting back in the chair. The second beer went down smooth, no bite this time. ‘Looks like you're getting used to it,’ he grinned, clearly noticing how easily I was drinking it now. I told him I knew you were gay, but it was cool, and how you’d been on my mind since I got to my uncle’s. Sure, I wasn’t gay, I told him, but I could be myself with you. My parents were never around, you know that. Then, and I don’t know why, I told him how you always went along with what I said. I guess that’s when Greg knew how to proceed. ‘You liked it?’ he grinned, casually stroking himself. My throat felt dry, so I took a sip of beer, my eyes still fixed on his crotch, trying to pull myself together enough to answer. ‘Yeah,” I admitted, not really knowing what I was getting into. ‘So, you liked being in control?’ he asked, sitting back to give me a better look at him. “But have you ever thought about how Luke felt? How he was feeling when you were controlling the situation? You gotta have at least once, right?’ Shit, he was right, and I admitted it. We kept on talking and, fuck, it felt like a fucking therapy session. Then, finally, he started telling me that he was like me in some ways. He liked being in control. When he said that, all these feelings and thoughts hit me at once. I sat there, taking it all in. ‘Boy, all I’m going to say is you need to be honest with yourself,’ he said, finishing his beer. ‘How about we try it now? You can see how Luke feels.’ It was as if something in me clicked. Something about the whole control thing got me hot. Fuck, I was the horniest I’d ever been right then. 'Yep, man. Let’s do it,' I blurted out before I could stop myself. 'Great. Let’s get started,' he growled. He stood and slipped out of his shorts to show me his hard fat cock sticking straight out over a pair of huge nuts. I just sat there, not believing what I was seeing. I mean, you know... But he had me beat. Not by much, but enough you’d feel the difference. Anyway, next thing I know, his expression hardened and said one word to me. 'Strip.' I hesitated a second, but the look in his eyes told me I couldn't say no. So, I kicked off my sneakers and pulled my shirt off. His eyes flickered with approval, but his face stayed unreadable. I looked down, avoiding his gaze cutting through me. I undid my shorts and slid them down to my ankles. That’s when I looked up and sat there with my cock sticking straight up from my shaved crotch. ‘Impressive,’ he grinned, raising his arm to sniff his pit before looking at me to see what I’d do. Fuck, before I knew it, I made my way over to him and sniffed at it. I couldn’t help it. ‘That’s it, boy,’ he growled, holding onto my head. ‘I didn’t even have to tell you. You know what you want.’ I stuck my tongue out and took my first taste of pit. Before this, I wouldn’t ever done it, but the smell and taste were getting to me. Part of me wanted to stop but the more I tasted it, the more I wanted it. ‘That’s it, boy. You like it, don’t you?’ Nodding, I kept on it, swallowing the beads of sweat. Next thing I know, He pulls me up to his face and moved in. I was freaking out. I’d never kiss a guy before and started pulling away. He looked straight at me and told me to close my eyes and just go with it. I still wasn’t sure, but he grabbed my cock and started stroking it. ‘Fuck.’ I moaned feeling him pushing his lips over mine. I hesitated one last time, then shut my eyes and went along with it. His lips weren’t like any girl’s I’d kissed before. His scruff was scratching me as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I took it and kissed him back. Shit, I’d never felt anything like that before. ‘That was a good one, boy. That your first time kissing a man?’ he smiled. I just nodded, too surprised at what I was doing to answer. ‘And did you like it? Be honest.’ ‘Shit, yeah,’ I moaned, thinking about how I wanted to know how it’d feel to kiss you, Luke. “Good boy,” he growled. “Follow.” Fuck Luke, I jumped and followed him, kind of liking how he was acting, taking charge, you know. We got to the bedroom. I could see him stretched out on the bed, lighting a glass pipe, and inhaling. Seeing that I was doing everything he told me, he smiled. Exhaling a thick white cloud, he grabbed his shaft. “Damn, boy. You got a good sized one, but you ever seen one this big in person?' ‘No,” I told him, too shocked to say anything else. 'No, what?' he barked, taking in another hit from the pipe. 'No, Sir,' I moaned, looking up into his eyes before looking back down at his rigid cock. 'Good boy,' he told me, exhaling, 'Check it out.' Without another word, I crawled up to get a closer look at his massive cock. I couldn’t take my eyes of it. My mouth was fucking watering at that point, watching the precum pouring out of his piss slit. He just sat back, watching what I would do. I was kind of zoned out. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out to get my first taste of another guy’s cock. That’s when I went for it and slipped my mouth over it, trying to get more of cock into my mouth. The head was huge and stretched my jaw as it went down on it. 'Good boy.' he groaned, 'It’s your first time. Just do what feels good to you when you’re being sucked off.' 'Uh, huh,' I moaned, trying to repeat on him what I liked when getting head. ‘That’s it, boy. Show me how much you want it,’ he whispered, stroking my face. Shit, something about the taste and hardness of his shaft in my mouth felt good. I was getting into it. I was fucking sucking on his cock! I’m trying to suck as much as I can, but I wasn’t used to it. After a bit, he pulled me off and shoved me down against his ball sack. ‘Now lick my balls,’ he growled. ‘Get used to servicing the whole package.’ I don’t know what came over me, but I lifted his sac with my nose and started sniffing at ‘em. Fucking sweaty and musky. Fucking smelled like our locker room in high school. I couldn’t help it. I started licking, getting a taste of them. ‘Look at you, boy,” Greg laughed, ‘Slurping on my balls and loving it. You do, don’t you?’ All I could do was moan and nod. I didn’t want to stop. He’s moaning and moaning until he grabs my head and pulls me up to his cock again. ‘Shit, yeah!” I groaned, as he starts slowly fucking my mouth. 'No doubt about it, boy. You’re a fucking cocksucker now,’ he growled. ‘Now look at me, boy.’ I opened my eyes and looked up at him looking down at me. Fuck, he was handsome, and he knew it. Resting my hands on his thighs, I let him take control and show me. 'Easy. That’s it. Breathe. No rush. Take your time,’ he murmured, holding my head as he pushed me deeper onto him. I tried concentrating on my breathing as he pushed me down and gulp in air when he pulled me off. I could feel the spit flowing out of my mouth. At some point, I started gagging when I felt him hit the back of my throat. That’s when he pulled me off. 'Fuck, boy. Not bad for your first time.’ 'Really?' I smiled, feeling weirdly proud about how I sucked his cock. That’s when he pulled out the pipe again and lit it. 'You’re gonna need this for the next part,' he said matter-of-factly and inhaled, before offering it to me. 'Uhhh,' I mumbled, freaking out. I knew what it was but had never done it. You know, swim team and all. But the minute he slipped his finger in me, I didn’t care. I was feeling good from the beer and was up for anything. So, I leaned in...” ----- “Wait, how many beers did you have,” I asked Alex, giving him a look. “Two,” he grinned, “Yep, I know. He told me later he had put something in it.” “So,” I smiled, “He had it planned all along.” “Yep,” Alex chuckled, “All along.” “Sounds familiar,” I laughed. “Go on.” ----- “'Fuck yeah, boy,' Greg smiled, slipping the stem between my lips, 'Deep one and hold it.' Inhaling, I could feel the warm cloud filling my lungs. On the exhale, I relaxed, knowing that I couldn’t go back and looked at Greg just watching me. 'You’re going to need more than that,' he laughed, handing me the pipe. He talked me through lighting the torch and warming the bowl as he fingered me. ‘Any of your girlfriends ever finger you while they gave you head?” he asked, slipping in another finger. ‘Shiiiit no,’ I moaning at how good it felt, ‘Fuuck!’ After more hits, I couldn’t take any more of his fingers inside me. I wanted his cock. 'Fuck me, Sir,' I gasped, exhaling another cloud. 'I was waiting for that, boy,' he growled, rolling me onto my back, 'All you had to do was ask.' Before I knew it, he was putting his mouth on my hole and slipping his tongue inside. He was fucking eating me out and it felt fucking amazing. 'Fucking cherry,' he groaned, spreading my ass and getting me ready for his cock. 'Shit, fuck me,' I begged, now completely spun out. Pressing the leaking head of his cock at my hole, he popped it inside and paused. ‘Fuck. How’s that feel, boy?’ he laughed, ‘By that look on your face, you’re liking my cock in your cherry hole.' I could feel him opening me up, but the Tina helped. I didn’t care about the pain. I was over it. 'Aww fuck, yeah,' I grunted, feeling him push a couple of more inches in, 'Fucking feels good!' He started slowly playing with me, pushing in and pulling out. Finally, he went for it and shoved a couple of inches into me. He kept on going deeper with every jab. I was going crazy, feeling his shaft hitting me deep. 'More!' I begged him. 'Yeah,' he grinned, leaning down to kiss me, 'You’re taking your first cock, boy.' 'Goddamn, fucking love this shit!' I moaned, grabbing onto him. Fuck, my hands were all over him, pulling him deeper into me. That’s when I knew it wouldn’t be a one off, Luke. Sure, he had slipped me the G and had smoked the Tina, but I was really into it. I had sucked cock and was getting fucked. They just helped me accept I really wanted it. ‘Tighten up those ass muscles, boy,’ he growled every time he was balls deep in me. It was hard at first with his big cock stretching me out, but I started milking him with my hole as he kept it up. ‘You want my load, boy?’ he grunted over and over again. ‘God, yes!’ I moaned, feeling his cock expanding. Finally, he grabbed my hips and slammed into me and stayed there. 'GODDAMN FUCK!' he roared, finally shooting into me. I just laid there, feeling his cock pulsing over my prostate and I started stroking my cock. ‘Yeah, boy. Show me how good it feels getting fucked by a big cock,” he laughed. I was gripping on my cock hard and rubbing one out as he shifted his hips to tease me, watching me getting closer and closer. ‘Aww fuck,’ I grunted, spewing my load over my abs. ‘So good!’ ‘Damn, boy,’ he grinned, pulling out of me. Looking down at my abs, he smiled and lapped up my load, ‘For your first time, you’re really into this.’ ‘Yep, I am,’ I sighed, and we started making out, swapping spit and my load. After that, we started talking about what I was feeling. Turns out he’s a psychologist. Funny, huh? And I finally admitted what I’d known deep down. From that night on, I’d head over to his place after my uncle went to sleep and take his cock. I didn't even need anything to get me in the mood, but it helped me to get used to his cock. That’s where I got the idea to help you with mine. Since I was going to college on the same coast, my uncle offered to let me spend the summers with him and I did. My parents were always busy anyway and were dealing with my little brother, so they were ok with it. Even after my uncle moved a couple of years later, I kept finding excuses to visit him. After college, I got a job in town and moved in with him.” ----- “So, you see, we’re the same in some ways,” he grinned, motioning to my collar. Sitting there, I couldn’t shake the feeling. Something Alex said, or maybe he hadn’t, really stuck with me. “So,” I asked, “When did you fuck him?” “I never did,” Alex smiled, grabbing my arms and tightly wrapping them around himself, “I know I wasn’t the first guy who fucked you, but you were the first guy I fucked. Remember, I wanted you to fuck me, and you tried?” “Shit!” I moaned, remembering that day and feeling proud I was his first. “At least I got to feel you inside me that one time,” he grinned, reaching behind and squeezing my junk. “Yeah,” I chuckled, “You’re the only one. After you fucked me that night, I never even thought about it.” That’s when we started talking about old times and caught up, until an easy silence fell. We stayed like that for few minutes, not saying anything else. Noticing the time, I finally broke the silence, “It’s late, stay.” “MMhmm,” he mumbled, laying his head against my shoulder. After a bit, I noticed he was nodding off and turned away from me onto his side. I took the moment to watch him breathing. I let out a little chuckle as his harness moved with every breath. He had a point. In a lot of ways, we weren’t so different. We’d been through a lot of the same things to get to this point. I turned to go to sleep. “Uuh uuh...” I heard him grunt, grabbing my arm and turning me towards him, “Big spoon.” “Yep, little spoon,” I chuckled, surprised that after everything that happened tonight, he was still the little one. Wrapping my arms around him, I pushed my junk against his ass. Even if I’d never fucked him again, at least I could give him that, and fell asleep.

Love it! Anyone know who the other guy is?

New Beginning Part 4 Once the shock wore off that Alex was in town and on his way, I tossed the phone onto the bed and, just to be safe, rushed into the bathroom for one final cleanup. Grabbing the shower shot, I slipped it in. That’s when it hit me, the app! What the hell was he doing on that one?! I was so fucking surprised to see him, that I’d forgotten which one I was on when I messaged him. I quickly emptied out, showered, and grabbed a towel. After that, I lubed my cunt, something Jack had trained me to do, and double-checked my phone to see that I hadn’t missed anything. I was right, it was the one with my cuntboy profile with the pics of me hooded and collared in a jockstrap. That’s when I saw another text from Alex. ‘Fuck, cuntboy, I wish I had known back then. That’s a good look on you.’ I froze for a second, letting it all sink in, hesitating while I tried to wrap my head around it. Part of me was nervous, he’d seen my pics, and there was no backing out now. Ready or not, my two worlds were finally going to meet. “Fuck it,” I told myself, grabbing the used jockstrap I’d been getting ready for my next session with Jack. I sniffed the leftovers of sweat, piss, and crusted cum and slipped it on. Smiling, I grabbed my collar and fastened it around my neck. Fuck, it felt good having it around my neck again. The only time I wore it was with Jack, and it’d been a while, but shit, it felt right. I checked myself out in the mirror, trying to picture the guy I was the last time I saw him. Yeah, I wasn’t that guy anymore. I stood there, seeing the payoff from hitting the gym. Running my hands over my buzz cut, I laughed, at least that was the same. I could smell my pits, and inhaled. “Fucking perfect,” I sighed, glad I hadn’t washed them and just cleaned out. Grabbing my pecs, I started rubbing and flicking at my tits, moaning as I worked them. I had Jack to thank for that. He’d worked on them, getting me used to the torture until they were thickened up and permanently erect. They weren’t huge like Leo’s were, but nothing could hide them. I’d always catch guys looking at them poking out during work functions which made for some good times afterwards. I’ve sealed some good deals that way. All this was getting my cock hard and had to get ready for Alex. “All or nothing, cuntboy,” I growled, slipping on a pair of wrist and ankle restraints. Walking into the living room, I turned on some music and mindlessly started straightening up the place. The condo was my pride and joy. I had worked hard to get to where I was and be able to afford a place like this. On warm nights, I’d kick back on the deck, gazing at the city lights and reflecting on how far I’d come. I kept on wandering around until my phone went off, snapping me back to reality. “Hey,” I answered, trying to play it cool. “Hey, fucker. Gonna let me in?” "Depends, how badly do you want it?" I teased. “You know, fucker. C’mon,” he moaned. I buzzed him up and waited for the doorbell. Opening the door, I stepped to the side just in case a neighbor passed by and caught myself holding my breath as Alex walked in. Turning around, he stood there in a black hoodie and jeans highlighting his bulge. I smiled down at it, remembering the looks he’d get when we were out together when I’d get him going. He was always popping one. My eyes slowly wandered up his body as I took him in. Fuck, he had filled out in the muscle department and easily had 20 pounds on me now. I closed the door and stood in front of him, waiting for his reaction. “Shit, Luke, fucking even better than your pic,” he smiled, flipping the hood down. On top of everything, he had grown out his hair into loose curls, giving him a whole new look. “Uh, yeah,” I smiled, “I figured, you know, the pics. Might as well just put it out there for you.” “Yep, and you did,” he grinned, checking me out, "Still the same swimmers build, but way more muscle.” “And you, you’re fucking huge!” I laughed, pulling him into a big hug. “Gotta burn off that excess energy,” he chuckled, moving his hands over my smooth skin. “You still shave.” “Yeah, old habits,” I smiled, holding him tight and feeling him getting harder, glad to know I still had that effect on him. “MMMmm, always liked the way it felt,” he moaned, playfully slapping my ass. “Good boy.” “Boy?” I grinned, knowing what he meant. “Yep... boy” he smiled, showing his dimples, before grabbing my tits and feeling them. “Shit.” Nodding, I held his hands and smiled, “Uh, huh.” He leaned down to my tit, lightly teasing it with his tongue. “Aw, fuck,” I moaned, feeling him nibbling on it. I felt my cock twitch and a slow smile crept over my face. Grabbing his head, I pushed it against my pec, “Harder...” He didn’t need me to say anything else. Releasing him, he kept on my tit, his mouth filling with spit as he bit it. It only made me crave more, pushing him to clamp down. “SHIT YEAH!” I yelled out, getting into the pain. I could feel the pain and was loving it. A few minutes later, he let go. “Damn, boy,” he smiled, kissing my tit and wiped the spit from his mouth. We stood there, looking at each other. Finally, he took a quick look around the place and let out a deep breath. “Yep. You’ve done good. Damn,” he smiled, grabbing onto my collar, and came in for a kiss. The kiss was rough, not like the ones we shared in high school. I didn’t mind. It was obvious we weren’t the same guys anymore. Feeling his hand slide into my ass, I let out a sharp hiss as his finger brushed over my cunt. “Yeah, fucker,” he growled, biting on my neck, “That what you want? You still got a fucking hungry hole on you?” “Shit yeah, please,” I begged, wanting him in me again. “Then drop,” he grunted, letting go of me. Quickly, I obeyed, dropping onto my knees, feeling him take control again like in high school. Only this time, there was way more to it. I watched, not saying a word, as he kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his jeans. “Fuck,” I gasped, watching him unzip the hoodie, revealing a harness wrapped tightly under his pecs and pushing them up. His body was fucking even more perfect than before. He stood there legs apart, the tight denim straining against his muscled thighs and calves. “Like what you see?” he growled, pushing his jeans down to show off the bulging pouch of his jockstrap. “Goddamn, Alex,” I moaned, seeing him geared up like that. “How? When?” “After seeing your pics, I figured it’d be perfect. Remember that guy I told you about? My uncle’s neighbor?” I didn’t say a word but kept listening as he stripped down to just the harness and jockstrap. “You could say, he had an influence on me,” he said, walking up to me. I placed my hands on his pecs, feeling the first bits of hair sprouting and stretching down past his abs into the pouch. “Fuck, Alex,” I moaned, not having seen a speck of hair on him since we first shaved for the swim team. “Yep,” he grinned and posed for me. “I was shaved when he met me and liked it. Kept me that way even after I left the swim team after college. I just started growing it out when I moved here. Didn’t feel a need to keep it up.” “Kept you that way?” I asked, wondering what the situation was. “Fucker, remember me telling you he showed me how good a fat cock feels in my ass? I wasn’t a cuntboy like you, but I was his boy. But right now, I want to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.” Surprised at hearing that word come out of his mouth, I just looked up at him. “Yeah, cunt. Somehow, it fits you,” he said, staring off for a second before crouching and holding my face in both hands. “Fuck yeah, Alex. Fucking breed my cunt,” I moaned, getting into cuntboy mode. “That’s the plan,” he laughed and let go, “Where’s the bed?” “End of the hall,” I moaned, pushing myself to my feet. “Uh, uh,” he barked, “Down, cuntboy.” Nodding, I dropped and started crawling down the hallway towards the bedroom. “Fuck, I always loved how that cunt of yours winked when you were in heat,” he chuckled, behind me. At the side of the bed, I stopped and watched him climb on. He leaned against the headboard and spread his thick legs. I still couldn’t believe he was right there. Taking a deep breath, I crawled onto the bed and leaned in to kiss him. Without skipping a beat, he wrapped his arms around me, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. Easing off, I moved down and licked the beads of sweat on his neck, past his shoulder and went for his pit. I started scraping the musky sweat with my tongue before moving on to his tit. Gripping it with my teeth, I started chewing. “Goddamnit,” he groaned, shoving my face past his abs, stopping just short of his cock, the stretched-out mesh the only thing keeping from it. “Holy shit,” I moaned, soaking in the scent. I could smell the stench of piss and sweat coming from the pouch and started chewing on it, making sure to suck every drop soaking in it. "I figured this was something you'd be into, been wearing it to the gym all week. By the smell coming from yours, I was right,” he grinned, taking in the scent of sweat, piss, and musk filling the air of the room. It felt like a dream, being kitted out and servicing Alex in his gear. My head was spinning, and I gripped the waistband with my teeth and pulled it down, releasing his cock. It was just like I remembered it. Pulling it off, my tongue slowly traveled over his lightly hairy sac. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, feeling me sucking his nuts in one at a time and holding them in my warm mouth. Tracing the vein around his shaft, I slid the head past my lips and down my throat, taking in the familiar flavor of his precum. “Goddamn cocksucker,” he moaned, “You’ve been practicing.” He was right. I didn’t need him to do anything. I knew what to do. Breathing through my nose, I started to fuck my face on his cock. He just laid there, watching me. I wanted this so much. Grabbing my head, he pushed me off and moved down to my cunt. His tongue started to lap at it. “Goddamn. Fuck me, please,” I begged, his beard stubble scratching my ass. “That what you need?” he growled, teasing me with his tongue and invading me. “FUCK, YEAH!” He must have eaten me out for 20 minutes, loosing me up. “Tell me what you fucking need, cuntboy!” he ordered, taking a deep breath and blowing it inside me. “Cock,” I moaned, feeling his hot breath filling me, happily being used by him in a whole new way. “Fucker, you need anything before you take it again?” he growled, pushing the head of his cock against my cunt. “In the drawer,” I grunted, knowing what he meant. “Good to see you kept it up,” he said in a low voice, opening the drawer and seeing my stash. “That’ll do... for now.” Taking the pipe, he warmed the bowl and fed me the cloud. Inhaling, I took a lungful and held it. That’s when I felt his cock sliding into me. “Fuuuccck!” I moaned, releasing the thick cloud. “More... clouds.” “Sure thing,” he laughed, taking a hit for himself and pulling me up with just the tip of his cock inside me. With the cloud still in his lungs, he smiled and grabbed my face, our lips almost touching, and released it. I hungrily took it in. “Shit yeah,” he moaned, pressing the stem to my lips, and lit the bowl again. “More. I want you like the first time.” Nodding, I drew in the cloud and held it, remembering how I ended up doing what he said back then. I couldn’t say no to him. This was no different. “Fucker, you look so hot right now filling your lungs with that shit. Look,” he purred in my ear, motioning me to the mirror. It was true. There I was, collared and jockstrapped, being fed clouds as I got ready to take cock. He kept the bowl warm for me until the last of the shards were gone. Tossing the pipe, he grabbed my junk. “Just like the first time,” he growled, feeling my limp cock. “Fucking t-dicked cuntboy.” “Shit yeahhh,” I moaned, totally spun. I couldn't resist and pushed, feeling a sharp pain until his crotch pressed against me. Slowly, he pulled out and then pushed back in. “Fuck my cunt!” I begged him again, raising my hips to take him. As the pain went away, I started to moan, fucking myself on his cock. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed, taking over the fucking. “I fucking missed this.” Every one of his thrusts was landing deep in me. I bucked, begging him to go deeper. I just kept looking up at him, remembering all the times we had. Every jab took me back in time as he stared down at me, stretching me open until I felt my cunt throbbing. “MUTHERFUCKERRRRR!” I yelled out, cum spilling out of my limp cock and drenching my pouch, something only Jack had managed to do before. I could tell he was getting close. His pounding started to shorten, and I gripped his shaft with my cunt as he slammed into me one last time. “FUCK!” he yelled out, blasting a river of white-hot cum and collapsing on top of me in another one of his spasms. Without thinking, I loosened my grip on his cock and held him tight. The moment was gone, and it was as if we were back in my old bedroom. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed,” I haven’t had that happen since...” “Yeah?” I asked, rubbing his muscled thighs like I used to. He didn’t answer, and that was okay. It was like we picked up right where we left off, comfortable in the silence, until he asked about my life. “So, cuntboy, huh?” he chuckled, pulling on my collar. “Yep,” I joked and crawled between his legs. “After college I met Jack, my Daddy. We’ve got this arrangement...” Taking his slimed cock into my mouth, I started cleaning it. “Shit, Luke,” he sighed, “Your Daddy teach you that?” I just smiled and started my story in between doing my job. He didn’t say a word while I told him everything about how I met Jack and the training he put me through. He just lay there, smiling. I even mentioned how Jack wanted me to become his full-time cuntboy, something I hadn’t told anyone before. When I was done, he just smiled. “I can see why he chose you. You’re perfect. So, this’s his place?” “Yeah, we definitely have a chemistry,” I grinned, always expecting that question when mentioning Jack. “And nope, it’s mine. I own it.” “Nice,” he smiled, grabbing his cock and shaking it at me. “So, piss, huh?” “Yep,” I growled, taking him back into my mouth and giving the ok to let loose. I felt the hot stream of piss escaping the folds of skin surrounding his cock hit my mouth and gulped it down as I locked eyes with him. “Fucking cuntboy,” he laughed, watching me gulp it all down. The piss just kept pouring out, until with a sigh, I pulled off his cock when I felt the last drops hit my tongue. “Shit,” he groaned, shaking off the last drops before pulling me up, “Give me a taste.” I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment, feeling his tongue force its way in to taste his own chem piss. I immediately reacted, grasping it with my lips and covering it with the last drops mixed with my spit. Releasing his tongue, I took in his slightly dilated blue eyes as he sat back. “Fucking pisspig,” he moaned. “Yep. Total,” I chuckled, settling in next to him. Then, it was my turn to ask him “So, this,” I asked, pulling on his harness, “When did it happen?” “I was wondering when you’d get around to it,” he grinned, “I know I never told you, but it really started that first summer before we got together.” “Together?” I repeated, surprised he saw us that way back then. “Yep, together,” he grinned, nudging me. “Right??” "Right, together," I chuckled, kissing him, "Go on..." and settled back, waiting to hear what he had to say.

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White Label definitely gets me soft and turns me into a cunt. 🥀

New Beginning Part 3 For the next few days, no matter what I did, I just couldn’t get Jack out of my head. There was just something about the way he treated me that I couldn’t shake. The minute he put that collar on me, something happened. I was nothing but a fucking hole to him and I liked it. A few days later, I finally decided to call him. "Took you long enough, boy. I figured you'd be calling me sooner," he chuckled over the phone. "Though, you were kind of off when I left you." “Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I needed time to process everything, Sir,” I admitted. There, I had said it. I had called him "Sir" again and without thinking. “Well, boy, I understand. It was your first time living it out. But you liked it, didn’t you?” “Fuck yeah, Sir,” I moaned, telling him I couldn’t stop thinking about it. “Thought so,” he chuckled, “How about we officially start your training next weekend? You know the drill. No need to bring anything with you. I’ll pick you up at the terminal on Friday about 7:00.” “Yes, Sir,” I grinned, “Thanks,” and hung up. So, the next week, Jack stuck to his word and started my training. Looking back now, I realize he had already started that first night, whether I picked up on it or not. From the start, he’d keep me collared and jockstrapped when I was at his place. But even then, he gave me the space to explore and be trained at my own pace with no pressure, no expectations. Still, he always had a way of throwing in new ideas, especially when I was spun. One of the first things he did was tell me that my hole was a cunt. At first, it bothered me, knowing the meaning. He just said it was just another word for my hole and swore it was the perfect way to describe it. With constant reinforcement and the Tina he fed me, I finally accepted it. I had a cunt. That’s when Jack finally introduced me to his world. And like I said, he was great at putting ideas in my head and making me want to do it. At first, it was small stuff like wanting me to increase my workouts and keep myself smooth. I was settling in quickly, and seeing me own it, made him want to push things further. Even though I wanted to please him, I worried I’d disappoint him. Sometimes after unloading in me, he’d be distant and ignore me. It only made me want him more. I’d lay there fingering myself, feeling his load in me and wondering what I did wrong. But I was always too scared to ask. Then, he’d just grunt, pull me to his cock and I was happy again. It was only later that I realized he was letting me figure out if this was what I really wanted. The first thing he had me work on was piss, starting me out with a watered-down version before I got to the full-strength. I still remember that. Like usual after getting fucked, I was on my knees between his legs, cleaning his cock. “Good boy,” Jack told me, feeding me some poppers, “Time for you to show me what else that cuntmouth can do. Open wide.” I just nodded, realizing I was finally getting a taste of him directly from the tap. Dehydrated, I was fucking thirsty and opened up, slipping my outstretched tongue under the tip as his chem piss started pouring out. “Please, Daddy, give it to me,” I begged, looking up at him. As soon as I felt it hit my tongue, my mouth moved to cover the head of his cock. His smile stayed on me as I held the first stream of hot piss, taking in the taste. “All of it,” he growled, “Show me what a fucking thirsty pig you are.” Moaning, I took the whole shaft, feeling my lips pressing against his crotch, and started swallowing. I was struggling but kept at it, my stomach expanding from all the piss he was feeding me. When it finally slowed, I relaxed and leaned back to enjoy the last drops. Done, he lifted my face and flashed a smile. “You’ve done good, boy,” hawking a wad of spit into my open mouth. “Thanks, Daddy,” I smiled, swallowing the gob. After that, I drank his piss whenever he let me, just to show him how much I wanted to please him. It only made him push me more, feeding me cloud after cloud. That’s when he mentioned how it’d be hot having me service his friends and other subs, talking about it like it was already a done deal. I loved the way he talked about me like I was his property, and before I knew it, I was begging him to do it. Yeah, I really got into that, especially servicing another boy while he serviced Jack. Afterwards, he’d start telling me what a good cuntboy I was, doing everything he wanted. And that’s what I ended up being, his cuntboy. The first time I said it felt like the final step, erasing any doubts I had about what he was doing with me. Sure, I still had two separate lives, but when I was with him, everything just felt right, and I started exploring more of that side of myself, sometimes with him and sometimes with others which I always told him about. Jack would sometimes spend the weekend with me, even if we didn’t go out together. Those were the times when I’d go home after being with a guy and crawl into bed and wake him up and tell him what happened. He’d just smile and ask me all about it. It was one of these nights that I came home after being fucked by a couple I’d met at the leather bar. After leaving their place, I headed home and, in the entryway, stripped down to my jockstrap, slipped on my collar, and headed into the bedroom where Jack was still awake. Seems I had just missed one of his fuck buddies. Smiling, he grabbed the pipe, lit it, and handed it to me. “Have some and tell me what happened,” he growled, slipping his fingers into me and feeling the two loads. Taking a couple of hits, I crawled into bed and told him about how I was standing there on the balcony at the bar drinking a beer and saw them. “The older one was about your age, blond, booted in jeans, muscled, and harnessed with a wide leather strap going down into his crotch, making a huge bulge. His boy was older than me, mid 30s, but smooth like me. Boy had black buzz cut and was just booted and jocked with a locked chain collar. You should have seen his tits, though. Fucking huge rings through them.” “You liked that did you?” Jack smiled, gripping my tit and squeezing. “Fuck yeah,” I moaned, feeling the pressure increasing. “So good. Harder...” “Go on, boy, tell me more,” he growled, urging me on with the pain. “It’s like no one else existed for them. They just stood there, making out and ignoring everyone. At that point, I gulped down my beer to get my nerve up and walked up to them. It was the older one that first noticed me. ‘Hello, Sir,’ I said to him. ‘Hey, boy,” he answered, checking me out and then looking at his boy. “We were wondering about you. Weren’t we?” Boy turned to me and smiled, “Yeah, we were,” grabbing my face and started kissing me. The next thing I know, the three of us were making out. Fuck, I loved it, feeling both their tongues in my mouth. I’d been watching them for a while and saw how they brushed off the other guys trying to get with them. After a bit, boy grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me down with him onto our knees.” “Yeah?” Jack perked up, sliding a second finger inside me. “Felt good, huh, on your knees ready to serve?” “Shit, yeah. I did, being down on my knees in the bar where everyone could see me. We kept making out on our knees until he grabbed my shoulders. ‘Show him how much you want this,’ he told me, pushing me down to the cap of his owner’s boot. I fucking didn’t need to be told again, Sir. My mouth was on it, and started licking it, tasting the boot black. ‘That’s it. Worship his boots,’ boy told me, and he went down on the other boot. Fuck, it was so hot, being there next to another boy, both of us worshipping a pair of boots in front of everyone. I kept on his boot, wanting to prove what a cuntboy I was.” I could tell Jack was into it, me saying I wanted to prove what a cuntboy I was, and he started to fuck me with his fingers. “Fucking proud of you,” he growled, “What else?” “Then, after a bit, he lifted his boot, signaling us to get up,” I groaned, feeling Jack’s fingers opening me up. “We both just stood there, until I saw boy open his mouth and show his tongue. Fuck, it was black! Seeing it, his owner hawked a wad of spit onto his tongue, then turned to me. I knew then what to do and showed him mine. He nodded and spat into my mouth. But before I could swallow it, boy grabbed my head and started kissing me and we swapped the spit. Next thing I know, I’m being ordered to follow them. Fuck, I was loving it. Everyone was watching me leaving with them.” Jack was really getting into it, asking for more details as he fed me more clouds. When I finished the details of my night with them, he sat back, raising his hands behind his head and smiled. “So, this couple,” Jack chuckled, “You ever get their names?” “Yeah, Max is the older one. He’s Leo’s owner. At least that what he says he is.” “Fucking Max,” he laughed, “So he’s back in town, huh?” Surprised, I exhaled a cloud, “You know them?” “Yeah. I do,” he smiled, grabbing the pipe and taking a hit. “We’ll have to make sure you get another round. That boy of his is one mutherfucking pig.” “Shit,” I moaned, taking Jack’s cock into my mouth, thinking about us all together. “Goddamn cuntmouth,” he grunted, shoving his cock down my throat. Then, out of nowhere, he slipped a blindfold over my eyes. At first, I was surprised but was so turned on by all the talk that I just went with it and kept sucking on him. “I want to try something new with you, boy.” he said, pushing me down on the bed and stroking my skin. “Just relax and let your other senses guide you.” “Yes, Sir,” I sighed, the Tina running through me as I felt a pair of earplugs going in. I couldn’t see or hear anything now. Then, I sensed him crouching over me and felt a hot cloud blowing into me. I inhaled. His tongue quickly moved into my mouth giving me a taste of his chem spit before moving down my neck and past my shoulder blade. The sensation of his lips on my freshly shaved pecs was causing me to buck. “FUCK!” I yelled out, feeling him take my tit and taking a bite. He wasn’t letting go and the pain increased. I could feel it spreading out from my pec and moving down to my crotch. Grabbing my jock, he pulled it down with one hand and I lifted my hips. My cock was free, something he didn’t allow. From that first night, it was always socked away in a jock. Like he told me, he had no use for it. I started relaxing as my sense of touch increased. My skin was on fire, feeling his lips on my tit as his beard rubbed against my skin. Moving down my body, he started tonguing and biting me. When he got to my inner thighs, I started whimpering. Suddenly, I felt him grab my wrists and buckled on a pair of restraints and attached them to the head of the bed, pulling my arms over my head. My ankles were next, leaving me completely exposed. “Oh, God...” I moaned, feeling his hot breath on my cock as he held it in his hand, something else he’d never done before. I stiffened, feeling his hand move up and down my shaft. He was stroking me, and it caught me off guard and I took a deep breath. Remembering what he told me, I started taking in what was happening and his scent coming from his pits hit me as if for the first time. It was intense and I had spent so much time on them. I started drooling. Still stroking me, I could feel his breathing grow deeper as he started to move on the bed. “Shit,” I moaned, feeling him grab my shaft right under the tip of my cock. Again, he was making some kind of movements that I couldn’t see. And then I felt it. A cold thin metal rod was being pushed into my piss slit. “Fuck,” I grunted, feeling it sliding in and opening me up. He was rubbing my ball sac now as he twisted the rod. He kept going and I started panting, wanting to be a good cuntboy for him. "Yesss," I breathed out as the sensations spread out into my body. I lay there, taking it in. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. He was fucking my piss slit with it. I kept straining and grunting through it, but I knew it was what he wanted. Even with the tina, I could feel my cock was the hardest it ever was as he kept on. Part of me tried to think it was because of the sound in me, but I wasn’t sure. Slowly, I could feel him going deeper until I couldn’t take it any longer. “Shit, Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned, feeling him grip my shaft and pull out the sound as I spurted out one of the largest loads of my life. Taking off the blindfold, he looked down at me and removed the earplugs. “You liked that didn’t you, boy?” he grinned, wiping up my load and feeding to me. “You’ve been a good cuntboy, doing all I say.” “Always,” I sighed as he moved between my legs and shoved some lube into my cum filled cunt. I started moaning at being opened up again, knowing he was getting me ready for his cock. “That’s right, boy,” he growled, “You gonna fucking do everything I tell you from now on.” “Shit, yeah!” I hissed, needing to be filled and pounded by him. Looking down at me, his look changed and grunted, “Anything!” shoving his cock into me. Once inside me, he rammed his cock deep, pushing the cum loads deeper inside me. I gasped as he skewered me, the air knocked from my lungs before I could pull it back in. “Fuck,” I grunted, as he drove into me, and I closed my eyes. The air was thick with sweat and sex as I took in the sensations in my cunt washing over me. I could feel him stretching me open and it made me want to give myself over to him. The rutting kept on, fast and hard as I begged him to give me his load. “Yeah, boy?” he growled, “You want another load in there?” "Yes, Sir, please, Sir," I moaned, hearing the slurping and smacking of his cock as he fucked me. Slowing down, I could hear the familiar sound of a bottle of poppers opening and Jack snorting a couple of times. Then, without a word, I felt him lean forward and the smell of poppers hit me. Inhaling, I took in three deep breaths and felt the rush going through me as my head fell back against the pillow. Still reeling from the poppers, I felt the pressure on my cunt. "Oh, fuck yeah, do it!” I whimpered, realizing what it was. Jack was working the dildo in over his shaft, opening me up even more. “HOLY SHIT!” I yelled out, opening my eyes to see Jack start double fucking me. “Goddamn, cuntpig,” Jack grunted, looking down at me taking both shafts. I couldn’t believe I was taking this much. Not even Alex had stretched me out like this, and for a second, I thought about him. Then it left me as I felt my cunt pulse against the double shafts. Looking up, I could see he couldn’t hold back any longer. Pulling out the dildo and tossing it on my abs, “Remember, boy. No matter who breeds your cunt, you’re mine,” he roared, emptying his load in me. “Yes, Sir, yours,” I moaned, as he leaned forward and tenderly kissed me. This was the part I loved, being used and then taken care of. He stayed in me for a while, until, slowly, he pulled out and released me, leaving the restraints on me, before wrapping his arms around me. “Those look good on you,” he smiled, holding my wrist. Jack kept this up, getting more extreme each time. He’d have me so tweaked out, that I agreed to just do about anything he wanted me to do, as long as I could spend the night spun and servicing cock. At some point, we naturally fell into a semi-relationship, exposing me to lots of other things. Some I wasn’t into, but other stuff I was, and we’d do again. Lucky for me, he was patient, even while pushing my boundaries. To be honest, it was a relief. Ever since high school and my time with Alex, I’d felt something was missing. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being with Alex, but now, I was able to get into a headspace where I could let it all go. Work was getting stressful, and I could shake off the tension with Jack. He even asked me a few times if I wanted to be his full-time cuntboy. I gave it serious thought, but I couldn't agree to it, then. It just wouldn't have been fair to either of us. So, he let me do my thing outside of what we had, and that made it easier for me to climb the corporate ladder and keep my career moving. A couple of years into our arrangement, I was browsing one of the apps where I had a heavier profile describing most of my kinks: 100% sub cuntboy into leather, rubber, piss, gob, and control. There he was. I didn’t need a second look. No one else had a vein like that snaking around their shaft. Fuck, I had spent too much time on it to forget, plus, that huge piss slit. So, I sent him a quick message: ‘Sup, Big Alex’s looking good.’ I got a quick response: ‘No one knows that name but one guy. Luke? That you, fucker?’ I just replied with a winking emoji. ‘Fuck!’ he answered, ‘We gotta meet up. You free?’ ‘Why the fuck else would I be on here?’ I typed, sending him my address and phone number. ‘Be there in 45,’ he texted, ‘assuming you’re ready. Remember, I go in deep.’ ‘I remember, bro! I’m on it!’ I told him, remembering how he felt in me, “See ya then.”

Hey guys. I really appreciate all the comments and reactions. Part 1 was originally meant to set the stage for the real story and be some background material, but it ended up growing into a full chapter on its own. I’ll be adding a few more chapters about how Luke and Alex got to where they are now. Hope you enjoy. New Beginning Part 2 For the rest of senior year, even the everyday stuff felt special. We’d already sent in our applications to our top schools, and tried to hold onto every moment before life took us in separate directions. College and the future were coming up fast, but for now, we were just making the most of it. We said we'd stay in touch, but deep down, we knew things wouldn't stay the same. After high school, Alex and I ended up on opposite coasts, and that's where I found myself getting into some pretty wild stuff. I'd go online, fall down rabbit holes, and just keep spiraling deeper and deeper. I found a couple of fetish sites and signed on with a username that I felt fit this part of me. I’d just browse and jack off, never thinking I’d have the nerve to go through with anything. My friends wouldn’t get it, so I kept it to myself. Yeah, I was out, but all they saw was a jock having the time of his life and easily getting laid. There was no way I’d ever let them find what I was getting into. Once I hit 21, things changed. I’d hit the bars, both gay and straight, with my friends. If none of the guys caught my interest, I'd say I had plans to meet up with a guy and make my way to the one bar in town that had more of what I was looking for. It wasn’t a leather bar or anything, but it had the right vibe. And being a college town, I was fresh meat and attracted older guys. I admit it, I was into older guys even back then. I was getting fucked by guys of all ages, from ones in their 20’s to the oldest one, who was pushing 70. Back then, I was scared my friends would find out and start talking. All through college, I kept my two lives separate and made sure they never mixed. After graduating, I was still trying to figure things out when Jack came into the picture. I’d had a rough week and decided to hit the bar right after work. At first, I didn’t notice him. Then next thing I knew, the bartender passed me another drink and nodded towards the guy down the bar. “From him,” he grinned. It threw me off since all I really wanted was a drink. "Hey, tha..." I started but cut myself off as soon as I saw him. Fuck, he was totally my type, silver fox, bearded, late 40s-early 50s. Somehow though, I was nervous, and I guess it was showing. “You’re welcome,” he smiled, walking over to me, “I’m Jack.” “Luke,” I told him, lifting the glass, “Thanks for the drink.” "No problem. Figured you could use another," he said with an easy grin, taking a sip of his own. “That obvious, huh?” I sighed, taking a large gulp. He sat there, looking right into my eyes, “Yep, it is.” Fuck! Hearing him say ‘yep’ really hit me at that moment. I’d recently been thinking about Alex and grew quiet. It’d been a while since we’d talked or even texted. I had no clue where he was living, and he didn’t know where I was either. I just figured he was busy living his life and maybe met someone along the way. After all, we were never a really an official couple, more like best friends with benefits. "Hey, you good?" he asked, his tone easy and natural, like he actually meant it, not just making conversation. “Yeah. I’m ok, thanks,” I smiled, trying to snap out of it, and finished off my drink. He caught the bartender’s attention for two more drinks, and we started chatting about random crap. I never really shared much about my life with guys at bars, and that night was no different. The longer we talked, the more I loosened up, my worries faded away and gave him my full attention. A few drinks later, blowing off some steam seemed like the obvious move. He’d smile, keeping an easy, steady eye contact, but didn’t seem interested. By now, the bar was packed, making it harder to keep the conversation going and an awkward silence settled in. “Well, good talking to you, Luke,” he smiled and stood up, signaling for the tab. “Don’t worry, boy, I got it.” I hesitated for a second, thrown off, watching him walk away. “Uh, yeah… thanks.” Taking a few steps towards the door, he stopped. "Come on, boy. Gotta catch the ferry home." “Yes, Sir,” I said, jumping up and gulping down the last of my drink and followed him out and into the waiting taxi. I sat down, surprised at myself calling him ‘Sir.’ I’d never done that with a guy I hooked up with before. Grabbing my hand, he put it on his crotch and smiled. “You realize you just called me ‘Sir’?” “Yes, Sir. I don’t know what came over me.” Squeezing my hand to let me feel his bulge, he growled, “Yeah, boy, you do.” I heard a snicker and glanced up to see the driver shooting me a quick look in the rearview mirror as we pulled away. We were on the way to the ferry terminal and settled into a comfortable silence. On boarding, he led me directly to the bow of the upper deck. We stood there looking at the distant lights of the island, me at the railing and him against my ass. That’s when I heard one long blast of the horn. Laughing, Jack turned around and waved up to the bridge. “The captain’s a buddy of mine. Whenever he sees me bringing someone back, he gives me an extra-long one,” he chuckled, wrapping his coat around me, and pulled me closer. “What’re you thinking?” I moved my hands behind my back, cupped his bulge, and let out a sigh, “Fucking love it.” “The view?” he laughed, gripping my hand, “Or my cock?” “Both,” I laughed, feeling comfortable being there with him as the other passengers came and went. Finally at his place, he led me into the dimly lit living room. “Go on. There’s a great view of the city from over there. I’ve got a couple of things to do,” he said, pointing me towards the wall of glass leading out to the deck. I stood there, taking in the glow of the city lights, thinking about my life and wishing for something more. “Whadda ya think?” he said, returning to the room. “Nice,” I answered, turning away, and got my wish. Jack stood there, his thick booted legs spread, hands behind his back as the moonlight highlighted his muscles. His furry pecs were surrounded by a black harness, with a thick barbell in each nipple. And his cock, shit! It wasn’t the biggest I’d ever seen but it was nice and thick with a large mushroom tip. It was calling to me. “Strip, boy,” he ordered, “Show me what you got.” I quickly tossed off my shirt and threw it on the floor beside me. Unbuttoning my jeans, I saw his expression turn. “You raised in a fucking barn, boy?” he snapped, “Fold ‘em and put them in hallway by the door.” Apologizing, I stripped and put my folded clothes where he told me. Coming back into the middle of the living room, I stood there, legs slightly spread, as he walked around me. “Nice, you always keep it like this?” he smiled, running his hand over my shaved body. But before I could answer, he tossed me a jockstrap. Picking it up, I felt the dried cum soaked into the mesh, and looked up. "What's wrong? You really thought I had a stash for guests?” he chuckled, “Nah, that's one of mine. It’s what I expect my boys to wear. Understood?" “Yes, Sir,” I moaned as the stink of cock and stale piss hit me. I lifted it to my nose and inhaled. The funk filled my lungs with an unexpected buzz, and I slipped it over my thighs and adjusted myself, feeling the stiffness of the stretched-out mesh surrounding my junk. Stepping closer, “I got no need for that,” he chuckled, patting my bulge, and stepped back. He just stood there looking at me. Finally, he seemed satisfied. Staring down at his cock, he smiled. “Now.” That was my cue. I dropped to my knees at his feet to suck his cock. “Good boy,” he growled, slipping a collar around my neck and secured it. “You’re gonna do just fine.” Closing my eyes, I started moaning, feeling the tightness of the leather around my neck, as I sealed my lips around his cock. “Just fucking do it, boy!” he barked, taking hold of my ears, and pulled me into his hairy crotch. I could feel every inch of him sliding over my tongue and down my throat ‘til I could smell his musk. “That’s it, that’s a good boy. Breathe it in,” he sighed, clipping a leash on my collar. “Get used to it... to all of this.” I stayed like that, focusing on his scent, my throat surrounding his shaft. I could feel the weight of the cold chain across my back and spread my legs to adjust my stance. And for a second, I shivered, feeling the links slide down against the entrance to my hole. “Look at me, boy,” he murmured, “Suck my cock.” I opened my eyes, grabbed onto his hips, and pulled back, tightening my lips around his shaft. Down I went, starting to suck on him, my head twisting back and forth, shoving it down my throat as far I could before coming up and wrapping my tongue around the tip again. “Fucking cocksucker,” he moaned, “You know that’s going up your hole, right?” “Yes, Sir,” I mumbled, releasing his cock before taking it down my throat again. “That’s right, boy. It’s gonna fill you up,” he told me, grabbing my cheeks and stroking me gently. He was driving me crazy. One minute, he was treating me like a piece of meat and the next, he was tender. I’d never been treated like this and it just made me want him more. I kept looking up at him, watching his black eyes boring into me. It was as if he was looking at the real me. Then, recognizing my total submission, he grunted, “Don’t forget my balls.” That’s when I went town, lapping at his ball sac, and started slipping them, one at a time, into my mouth and rolling them over my tongue. “Easy, boy. Not yet,” he moaned, pushing me back, and turned around. “Yes, Sir,” I moaned and started licking and biting on his muscular ass. Grabbing his asscheeks, I spread them and buried my face. “Goddamn pig,” he groaned, pulling me to a chair, sitting down, and lifting his legs to give me full access. I started tonguing his hole. “Yeah, you dirty little fucker. Eat my ass, pigboy.” His words just made me want to prove I’d do whatever he wanted. Working the tip of my tongue into him, I went deeper, eating him out. “Shit, yeah. I knew it the first time I saw you. Fucking everyday jock to the world. But a fucking pig when I bring you home.” “Yesss, Ssssirrrr,” I moaned, sitting back, “Fucking pig.” It was true. I wanted this. No need to deny it. I sat back, watching his slick cock shining with my spit, and with a moan, I grabbed it and started lapping up the precum oozing from his open piss slit. I felt his body tense, ready to release his load. “Goddammit,” he barked, shoving me back, and stood up. “What the fuck did I tell you?!” “Sorry, Sir,” I whimpered, afraid I’d fucked things up. Seeing the look on my face, he relaxed. “What’s the matter, boy?” he smiled, slapping his cock against my cheeks, “You missing my cock already?” “Fuck, yeah,” I moaned, having had a taste of him, “Please.” "That's what I'm talking about," he nodded, grabbing my shoulders, and pushed me down onto all fours. I knew what he was after and arched my back, exposing my hole. Moving behind me, he leaned down, wrapping the chain around his hand to move it out of the way. “That’s it. That's what I need,” he growled, pressing his finger against my hole. “Fuck me,” I kept begging and whimpering. Feeling his finger opening me up, I moaned as he gently nudged it in. I pushed back and a second finger went in. I felt the third and steadied myself as he kept working his fingers in and out of me. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling. I was fucking loving it, but then, I felt him pull out and a feeling of emptiness came over me. Before I could do anything, the smell of sex hit me. I blinked open my eyes to see him standing there, holding his hand up to my lips. “Shit yeah!” I gasped at the slime and took a finger into my mouth. “Like I said,” he murmured, “A fucking pig.” I started sucking on them, one at a time, ‘til they were clean. And without another word, he pulled me by my leash and led me into his bedroom. “Got something for you, hop on,” he told me, nodding to the bed. Jumping on the bed, he put a mirror with a cut plastic straw, and a couple of thick lines of white crystals in front of me. I was trying to figure out if it was coke or tina, but before I could even ask, he gave me the answer. “Tina, boy. Most boys these days don’t know the feeling of the burn,” he chuckled, “Have some, it’ll help you figure things out.” “Yes, Sir,” I moaned, leaning down, and snorted both. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he growled, seeing my ass up and exposed, doing the lines. Feeling the burn in my nostrils, I sat up and held them, enjoying the first signs of the rush. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he laughed, doing a line. “Shit yeah,” I groaned, feeling him push me down, and worked a massive amount of lube into my hole. Next thing I know, I’m feeling something big pushing at my hole. There was no way it was his cock. Realizing it was a dildo, I dropped down on my elbows to take it. The tina was kicking in, but I didn’t think I could. “Here, boy,” he chuckled, tossing a brown bottle at me. “It’s fresh. But give me some, first.” Feeling him over my shoulder, I grabbed the cold bottle, unscrewed the lid, and lifted it to his nose. He took a couple of long hits and then I started inhaling. “Shit!” he growled, seeing me keeping up the hits. “Fuck!” I moaned in a poppered haze, “Shit! Now!” Grabbing me in a chokehold, he grunted, “Good boy, swallow it,” forcing the dildo past the opening. “GODDAMN SHIT!” I screamed, finally feeling it sliding in, and fell onto my elbows. “That’s it,” he whispered, “Take it, boy.” It was huge, and I hadn’t had anything even close to that big since Alex, “I can’t.” "Yeah, you can," Jack snickered, dumping a heap of tina onto the mirror and sliding it my way, “Here.” I knew I was gonna need it and inhaled the whole mound. I stayed ass up, down on my elbows, until it hit me. “Fuck, Shit!” I growled, feeling my hole starting to relax. “Give it to me, Sir. I can do it!” “That’s what I like to hear, a boy who’s all in. Took you fucking long enough in the bar to show me,” he snarled, starting to fuck me with the dildo. “Yes, Sir. I fucking wanted it but wasn’t sure you...” I gasped, feeling it sliding over my spot. “OH, God!” “That’s ‘cause you’ve got a lot to learn, boy. And you want to learn, right?” “Yes, Sir. Fucking teach me,” I begged, pushing back. “I’m not gonna teach you, boy. I’m gonna fucking train you.” “Shit yeah, please!” I yelped, “Train me!” Suddenly, I felt the dildo pulled out of me and whimpered. “What’s the matter, boy? Feeling empty?” he teased me, holding the dildo to my face. I just knelt there, looking the slimy dildo. “Yeaaah,” I moaned and started licking at the black silicone shaft in front of me, tasting my ass juices on it. “Fuckin got you now, boy,” he snarled, watching me let go of any inhibitions I had left. “I’ve seen you in the bar, thinking you were hot shit and could get any guy you wanted. But I saw the real you, this one here.” “Fuck, Sir,” I moaned, listening to everything he told me. Sitting back, he watched me, more so was studying me. I was spun and found myself rambling about all the stuff I was jacking off to, none of it phasing him. “Boy, you are one fucking twisted sonofabitch,” he chuckled, pushing me onto my back and spreading my legs. With nothing but a grunt, he shoved his cock into my gaped hole and started fucking me. “Tighten up,” he snapped, “I want to feel what I’m fucking.” I tried to concentrate but was having a hard time gripping his cock. “Harder!” he shouted, grabbing onto my nipples with his fingernails. “FUCK!” I yelled, feeling the pain and clenched down on his cock. “Good boy,” he laughed, “Those tits of yours are gonna come in handy.” And with that, my breeding started. His thrusts pushed me forward, pounding me harder and harder, deeper and deeper. I could hear his breath coming in sharp bursts as he buried himself in me. Grabbing my hips, his pace increased as I tensed up. “Shit!” I cried out, feeling his shaft hitting my spot and my cock exploded, spurting out a 3-day load into my pouch. “Goddamn, boy,” he grunted, feeling my hole pulsing on his cock, but he didn’t stop, “Remember how it feels, and you’ll be coming back for more.” He kept on, slamming into me and I was fucking loving it. It was as if he wasn’t going to be satisfied with just getting into my head, he wanted to be completely inside me. Then, I could feel it, his body going rigid. “Oh fuck, boy, take Daddy’s load,” he grunted, spewing his load into me, and fell on top of me. I just laid there, feeling his sweat dripping down. I could feel every drop running over my skin. After a few minutes, he rolled off me and waved his cock at me. Somehow, I knew what I needed to do. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, scrambling to cleaned him off. Afterwards, I just laid my head on his thighs as he ran his hands over my smooth body. “I like it. Make sure you keep it up.” “Yes, Daddy,” I sighed, taking his softening cock into my mouth. The next day, I was ready to head home. Dropping me off at the terminal, he gave me his number. Even after everything that happened, I had some doubts and was a bit standoffish and I’m sure he knew it. I was used to one-night stands and never bothered to give a guy my number. I always made the decision whether or not there’d be a repeat, so, I just stuck it in my pocket.

A hook up was how I got into it. He had just finished fucking me and then grabbed me and took me into the bathroom, sat down on the toilet, slipped my cock into his mouth, and told me he wanted to taste my piss. I was surprised but gave it to him. Who was Into refuse? 😉