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Big bro comes in later. His seed was much more potent than mine and he'd already converted some of his buddies

I was one of those horny teens seduced into letting a poz and toxic cock into me the first time I ever bottomed. A few weeks later, I got sick. And years later, I've recruited hundreds into my army. Let's rewind a bit. It was in the midst of summer ball for my senior year of high school. I was poised to be one of the studs for my high school football team. My older brother was the star QB who just went off to college and finished his freshman year. He joined one of the university's top frats and endured a tough hazing process (most of which he didn't tell me till later). My coach was a big fan of my brother. He was one of those give is 110% kind of guys. Stays late to get an extra pump in. Kept the team in line through intimidation. And my older bro was one of those typical high school jocks. Always walking around the locker-room in his slightly used jock. Thinking about the next time he could fuck his girl. A horny mother fucker. I looked up to him for many reasons, and this was one of them. That summer, my coach was on my ass. He expected me to be the guy. He expected me to be my brother. Problem was, I just wasnt as good as he was. I wasn't as aggressive or tough. And my coach was determined to change that. He worked me HARD during the first days of two a days. He made me (along with a few other seniors) get there early to lift before practice and had us run after. He had me in the film room every night. It was a grind, and I was wearing thin. My brother was home from college, so he often got to hear me complain about my coach and about practices. At first, he told me to suck it up. But then, he told me "hey bro, why don't we have a bro weekend. Just me and you. We can drink some, watch some games, and practice some." Needing this time off, wanting to hang with my bro before he head back to college, and the thought of drinking (which I had done very little of) sold me. That weekend, we went off to our parent's cabin about an hour away. During the day, my brother and I passed the ball around, ran sprints, lifted, played some video games. We began watching games and drinking some. The whole time, my bro was texting someone on his phone. I had assumed it was his girl, so I didn't think much of it.My brother said he needed to pick up some more beers from the store, a solid hour round trip. In the mean time, I continued sipping on the beer sort of feeling the buzz working. Then, I heard a knock on the door. Our cabin is pretty secluded and you need to know where to go in order to get there, so it had to be someone we knew. I opened the door, and I was terrified to see my coach standing there. I thought my starting time would be ripped away from me when he found out I was drinking. Instead, he laughed, said my bro invited him to watch football with us, and to finish my beer and he'll get the next one. I chugged my beer, he went to the kitchen to pour the next one out. Although I hadn't drank much before, and I didn't totally know what it was like to be buzzed, I could tell there was a difference in the drink he gave me. All of my senses were heightened, while my mind focused. As we watched the games, just coach and I, I could smell his musk from a few feet away. The more I drank, the stronger the scent became. Then, I noticed my coach put his arms around me. Once again, I could tell my senses were heightened, as I could feel him rub my muscles, chuckling with how tense I was. He told me to relax boy, that he was just getting the knots out. When I was done with the drink, he told me to finish his, and I did. His scent grew stronger, and I noticed the bulge in his pants. He noticed mine grow too. He pulled a bottle of poppers out of his bag, asked me if I knew what they were. I said no. He said you just sniff them and theyll help you to relax more, to focus more. I listened and huffed some. Then I felt his hands move from my shoulders to my chest, to my bulge. With no objections, he pulled my shorts down to reveal my jock. Took my cock out and started to worship it. I had only hooked up with girls before this (jerked to dudes a few times), but no girl I was with had ever been able to deep throat me like my coach was able to. My coach blew me for about 10 minutes before getting his own cock out. It was a solid 7.5-8 inch girthy uncut cock. It was dripping with precum. Every 5 minutes, my coach would shove the poppers back under my nose getting me higher than I already was. He moved his tongue from my cock to my hole. Making me feel every lick. Then, his cock was rubbing on my hole. Another hit. His head was inside me. Another hit. He slid further in. One more hit, he was balls deep inside. He started pumping faster and faster inside me. The poppers and drugs he slipped in my drink helped me open up. After 10 minutes, he burst inside, not even asking where I wanted his seed. He slid his cock out and we plopped on the couch, breathing heavily. A few minutes later, after our shorts were back on, my brother came back. He said hey to coach, cocked a smile when he noticed the empty drinks, the poppers, and the sweat we worked up. He went to his room and came back out with a plug. He threw it to me and said "Bro, if you want to be a stronger man, you're going to want to keep every drop inside you. Let coach absorb into you, and make you more a man." I kept coaches load inside me all night. Little did I know, it was changing my DNA. Making me one of his own. Weeks later, when I got sick and missed the opening game, I remember my coach smiling as I told him I wouldnt be able to play because I had the flu.

I was one of those horny teens seduced into letting a poz and toxic cock into me the first time I ever bottomed. A few weeks later, I got sick. And years later, I've recruited hundreds into my army. Let's rewind a bit. It was in the midst of summer ball for my senior year of high school. I was poised to be one of the studs for my high school football team. My older brother was the star QB who just went off to college and finished his freshman year. He joined one of the university's top frats and endured a tough hazing process (most of which he didn't tell me till later). My coach was a big fan of my brother. He was one of those give is 110% kind of guys. Stays late to get an extra pump in. Kept the team in line through intimidation. And my older bro was one of those typical high school jocks. Always walking around the locker-room in his slightly used jock. Thinking about the next time he could fuck his girl. A horny mother fucker. I looked up to him for many reasons, and this was one of them. That summer, my coach was on my ass. He expected me to be the guy. He expected me to be my brother. Problem was, I just wasnt as good as he was. I wasn't as aggressive or tough. And my coach was determined to change that. He worked me HARD during the first days of two a days. He made me (along with a few other seniors) get there early to lift before practice and had us run after. He had me in the film room every night. It was a grind, and I was wearing thin. My brother was home from college, so he often got to hear me complain about my coach and about practices. At first, he told me to suck it up. But then, he told me "hey bro, why don't we have a bro weekend. Just me and you. We can drink some, watch some games, and practice some." Needing this time off, wanting to hang with my bro before he head back to college, and the thought of drinking (which I had done very little of) sold me. That weekend, we went off to our parent's cabin about an hour away. During the day, my brother and I passed the ball around, ran sprints, lifted, played some video games. We began watching games and drinking some. The whole time, my bro was texting someone on his phone. I had assumed it was his girl, so I didn't think much of it.My brother said he needed to pick up some more beers from the store, a solid hour round trip. In the mean time, I continued sipping on the beer sort of feeling the buzz working. Then, I heard a knock on the door. Our cabin is pretty secluded and you need to know where to go in order to get there, so it had to be someone we knew. I opened the door, and I was terrified to see my coach standing there. I thought my starting time would be ripped away from me when he found out I was drinking. Instead, he laughed, said my bro invited him to watch football with us, and to finish my beer and he'll get the next one. I chugged my beer, he went to the kitchen to pour the next one out. Although I hadn't drank much before, and I didn't totally know what it was like to be buzzed, I could tell there was a difference in the drink he gave me. All of my senses were heightened, while my mind focused. As we watched the games, just coach and I, I could smell his musk from a few feet away. The more I drank, the stronger the scent became. Then, I noticed my coach put his arms around me. Once again, I could tell my senses were heightened, as I could feel him rub my muscles, chuckling with how tense I was. He told me to relax boy, that he was just getting the knots out. When I was done with the drink, he told me to finish his, and I did. His scent grew stronger, and I noticed the bulge in his pants. He noticed mine grow too. He pulled a bottle of poppers out of his bag, asked me if I knew what they were. I said no. He said you just sniff them and theyll help you to relax more, to focus more. I listened and huffed some. Then I felt his hands move from my shoulders to my chest, to my bulge. With no objections, he pulled my shorts down to reveal my jock. Took my cock out and started to worship it. I had only hooked up with girls before this (jerked to dudes a few times), but no girl I was with had ever been able to deep throat me like my coach was able to. My coach blew me for about 10 minutes before getting his own cock out. It was a solid 7.5-8 inch girthy uncut cock. It was dripping with precum. Every 5 minutes, my coach would shove the poppers back under my nose getting me higher than I already was. He moved his tongue from my cock to my hole. Making me feel every lick. Then, his cock was rubbing on my hole. Another hit. His head was inside me. Another hit. He slid further in. One more hit, he was balls deep inside. He started pumping faster and faster inside me. The poppers and drugs he slipped in my drink helped me open up. After 10 minutes, he burst inside, not even asking where I wanted his seed. He slid his cock out and we plopped on the couch, breathing heavily. A few minutes later, after our shorts were back on, my brother came back. He said hey to coach, cocked a smile when he noticed the empty drinks, the poppers, and the sweat we worked up. He went to his room and came back out with a plug. He threw it to me and said "Bro, if you want to be a stronger man, you're going to want to keep every drop inside you. Let coach absorb into you, and make you more a man." I kept coaches load inside me all night. Little did I know, it was changing my DNA. Making me one of his own. Weeks later, when I got sick and missed the opening game, I remember my coach smiling as I told him I wouldnt be able to play because I had the flu.