A Young Man

[ronnie4u]

39 minutes ago, pozpopperpig said:

Love all the twists and turns!  Brilliant!

Remember when I was a late teenager - met a older man ( 40's )  like you - party - poppers and drinking - fairly new - he start touching me . I was wondering How far he would go - touching my crotch - unzipping my pants - he was doing his too . I noticed his finger nails were painted . He pulled out my dick and noticed my dick was uncut - pleasing him - mentioned / showing his huge dick was uncut too . He pulled me closer- both dicks together - he had his hands on them both - jerking them off together - saying things in my ear - telling me to go with him back to his apartment - having fun - did so - mercy - getting high and had sex - learned alot from him - spent the night !

[Guest]

Part 19

Dean had the assistant manager take over his duties at the bathhouse while he watched over Ashton.  There wasn’t much he could do. He was going to make sure Ashton got everything he needed.  During Ashton’s and Dean's stay at the condo, the family asked Dean if they would want to move in.  Chris’s bed was empty. He was with another family member after Tom’s passing.  Dean would ask Ashton once he was back on his feet.  Dean liked the idea of starting his own family if the opportunity ever presented itself.  The chances of the magic that created this family happening again were very slim.

Ashton’s flu was not as bad as most but not as easy as Chris’s.  After a couple of weeks he was almost back to his regular diet and ready to hit the gym.  Ashton had lost over 10lb of muscle and wasn’t going to let that stand.  Over breakfast at the condo one morning, Dean told Ashton it was the family’s custom to give a newly pozzed family member a gift.  Ashton asked if it could wait a couple of days; he was still recovering.  They said, no more than 2, you are highly toxic, take advantage of it.  The evening of the second day, Ashton was back to his usual self and ready to open his gift.  Ashton was eager to leave the condo. He was restless, needing some fresh air and a good workout.

Chris, Jacob, David, and Dean took Ashton to the VIP room.  There cuffed into a sling with a black cloth bag over his head was a furry muscle bear.  He had a bit of a belly which completed his look.  Ashton had dropped a load since he got sick.  He balls full of toxic cum.  The four explained the family had a list of people that wanted the family strain. When someone converted, it was custom to convert someone from the list.  The man said, “please give me your first toxic load.  I have been waiting almost a year for the family strain.  Beat up my hole, destroy my cum dump and plant your seed in me.  I want to be pregnant with the family bug to carry and share.”  This man’s words made Ashton’s cock rock hard, his stinger now drooling toxic pre-cum.  Ashton fucked this bear hard, almost as hard as he did Jacob not that long ago.  Ashton dropped his load, the man thanked him, and the four escorted Ashton and Dean back to their suite.  Ashton and Dean fucked with reckless abandon the rest of the night.  Dean couldn’t get enough of Ashton’s stuffing him full of toxic seed.

Dr. Nick had cared for Ashton like he did every family member.  The family’s strain was unique, being highly transmittable but with little, if any effects on the body.  None of the family members were on any medication or needing to be.  While Dr. Nick was part of the pozzing group, he maintained his medical integrity.  He was not going to lose any patient.  Dr. Nick would stop by every couple of months and take samples from every family member, also included Ashton.  What Dr. Nick noticed Ashton was HVL more than any member of the family.

Several months had passed, Ashton putting back the muscle he lost and adding a few additional pounds.  The gym was growing.  Chris, Ashton, and Malik, all of them, booked ten hours a day.  They had to eat their lunches in the few minutes between clients.  Each would get in a solid hour workout of their own before heading home.  The family had moved their training to another gym, Jacob was friends with the owner.  Chris had floated the idea of extending the gym hours; Ashton and Malik were ok to do it.  The family wouldn’t allow it.  Three were leaving the gym half dead six days a week, and it wasn’t healthy.  Ashton had his wedding coming up, and the workload was excessive at the gym.  Along with Ashton and Malik, the family decided hiring two new trainers would be a good idea.

Jacob was moving forward with planning a beautiful wedding and a piggy reception.  They would have a traditional reception after the ceremony, and the pig fuck reception would happen the next day at The Coffee Shop.

Hiring new trainers was always a difficult task as The Gym.  The open sexual nature and dress code more often didn’t go over well.  They had been looking for several weeks, Malik calling everyone he thought was a possibility, Jacob reaching out across his sizeable network.  They were coming up dry.  They resorted to putting an ad in one of the local gay magazines.  The number of applicants was impressive, the number of qualified trainers was disappointing.  They did find four with promise.  They would try them for 60 days and see what they thought.  Two spent more time on their back than training clients, and the other two were a little arrogant; they were “too pretty to be touched.”  The Gym never discriminated against any client’s body type; the opposite was true.  The three loved taking guys from bodies they hated to bodies they loved.  Some guys wanted muscle with a nice layer of fat, for the muscle bear look, some wanted to look like Ashton, and others wanted to be healthy.

All of the properties had undergone a subtle change that none of the family, Ashton, Dean, or Malik, had noticed.  The properties had earned a reputation for love, transformation, and acceptance.  The most important being acceptance; people were learning to accept and love themselves.  The family and employee gave patrons the freedom to play with who and how they wanted.  However,  any commentary like “look at that guy, isn’t he” followed by some derogatory remark would get you banned. 

While the sad man never heard anyone say anything negative and getting multiple offers to play, he would always leave with full balls and a battered ego.  There was one person that would berate him every time he went, spitting cruel words to him.  This man would abuse the sad man about everything from his hair cut to the shape of his feet, and there was nothing about the sad man he couldn’t find fault.  The abuse this man heaped on the sad man would cause anyone to crumble into shame and regret.  Every time the sad man came to the bathhouse, that is exactly what would happen.

After much searching, they found two new trainers.  One was more on the twunk side, with a knowledge of body mechanics unparalleled to any of the three.  The second was a muscle cub; he was kind and firm.  He could push clients without being pushy or condescending.  The cub didn’t know the other new hire's detailed body mechanics, but that was something he could be taught.

They didn’t know the two new trainers' status, and it wasn’t something they asked.  Similar to the play space, it was not part of their job.  The cub was quite the top, often scene mounting his sweaty clients after a hard session.  The twunk never played with anyone.  Everyone had settled into a comfortable routine.  The twunk came in early one morning to talk to Chris before they had their clients.  The twunk knocked on the office door.  Chris was in a jockstrap, he would change before his first client of the day.

The twunk (Carter), said to Chris he was aware of all the sex and understood it.  He didn’t feel comfortable playing with anyone. He wanted to but held himself back.  Chris smiled, “of all the places to not hold back from sex, this is it.”  The twunk explained he was a chaser, but hadn’t been tested in almost six months.  He didn’t want to give someone the bug.  He knew there was a lot of bareback sex that happened, but as Ashton had Carter assumed, they were all on meds and undetectable.  Chris smiled, “why don’t we go down to the fuck space? You can breed me while we talk about it.”  Carter responded, “what if I am toxic?  “I will be just fine,” Chris replied.  The two went downstairs, and Chris explained the status of him and Ashton and people's general policy of allowing adults to make their own decisions.  Chris said he was confident the cub was neg. He always used condoms.  Chris had taken to stocking them just for the cub’s use.  They finished their conversation when the Charter unloaded a massive wad into Chris’s guts.  “When did you nut last,” Chris asked.  Carter said it had been over a month he was afraid of sharing his bug if he had it.  Carter understood that he could fuck Chris or Ashton without worry; if he wanted to find out his status, he could make an appointment with Dr. Nick.

A week after Carter talked to Chris, the cub pulled Ashton aside to talk.  The cub (Miles) loved his job and felt comfortable enough to confide in Ashton.  Miles knew that Chris stocked condoms just for him, and he was sure that Chris had complaints about him only fucking with a condom.  The truth Chris never had any complaints, and Miles shouldn’t feel obligated to anything.  Miles explained he had never been strict about condoms, knowing the risks, but they far outweighed the reward of skin on skin fucking.  Miles had always been a top and knew that his risks were low but not any guarantee.

Miles told a story of a night at the bathhouse, and he was raw fucking his way through every bottom he could find.  He found a guy in a sling, taking all the cock he could get.  Ashton asked to describe him. It was Jake.  A couple of weeks later, Miles came down with the fuck flu, confirmed by his doctor.  His doctor told him he had a unique strain that was going around, highly infectious but did little damage to the body.  Ashton knew this cub was carrying the family strain.  Ashton said, “let’s go to the play space; you can fuck me while I tell you a story.”  The cub smiled, said he would meet Ashton at the play space after he grabbed a rubber.  Ashton stopped him, “you can’t give me what I already have.”  Miles couldn’t remember the last time he gave a good raw fuck, and he was in heaven.  His balls brought up a nice toxic recharge for Ashton.

The following Monday, after the week of confessions by the new trainers.  The twunk came in early again to talk to Chris.  Chris was both a father and mentor figure for Carter.  Chris was in his office, again wearing only a jockstrap, but this time had a sizeable plug in his ass.  Chris had an early gang fuck by the family and was carrying each of their radioactive loads.  There was something about an ass full of family cum that made his hole vibrate with pleasure.

Carter walked into Chris’s office with an envelope.  Chris immediately saw the envelope, “if that’s a letter of resignation, you can keep it.  I worked too hard to find you. I am not letting you go without a fight.  Tell me what the better off was, I will see what I can do.”  Chris quickly responded that it wasn’t a resignation letter but his test results from a local clinic.  Chris said, “ok, what does it say.”  Carter said he was too nervous about opening it.  Chris gave him a puzzled looked, “I thought you were chasing, don’t you want to know?”  “I am, and I do but…,” Chris looked at the floor.  Chris knew what was happening, “you are not a true chaser. You are more of a bottom that likes raw sex and knows the potential outcomes.”  Carter nodded his head “yes.”  “Give me the envelope, and we will read the results together.”  Chris’s cock was already drooling; whatever the results, he would get Carter to drop another load into his already cum filled hole.  They opened the envelope, and the result was negative.  Carter was still a neg bottom.  Carter let out a sigh of relief and frustration.  Chris said, “why don’t you fuck me, and we can talk about it.”

Carter declined Chris’s offer, saying he needed to get knocked up to get this behind him.  Chris raised an eyebrow, “I can get you a guaranteed bugging.  You need to tell me that’s what you want.”  Chris said, “yes,” in a resolute tone.  Chris told him, “go to the bathhouse around 8, tell the front desk that I sent you.  Tell them you are expected in the suit.”  Carter gave an odd look.  “Trust me,” Chris said in a soothing tone.  Carter finished his day early, went home, and made sure his hole was ready for whatever was in this “suit.”  Carter arrived at eight, and an employee took carter to the door of the suit and knocked.  Ashton answered the door, and Carter was surprised and relieved.  Carter saw dean naked on the bed, and his cock went rock hard.  Ashton put his arm around Carter’s shoulders, bringing him into the suite.  Ashton closed the door, “Chris said you want to get stung.”  Carter nodded his head yes, while almost drooling over Dean's precum oozing cock.

Dean moved to the end of the bed, laying on his back “why don’t you start with face fucking me? Ashton will get you loose with a dildo.  We aren’t the only ones that will sting you tonight.”  Carter started face fucking Dean, causing dean to gag and bring up large amounts of thick throat slime.  Ashton slid an average size dildo into Carter.  Ashton soon replaced the dildo with his cock.  There was a knock at the door; Carter froze.  Ashton extracted his cock from Carter, and opened the door for Jake and Jacob.  The two walked in, and each took their turn kissing Carter.  Ashton smile, “I have the highest viral load of anyone here, I can knock you up on my own.  How often do you get to have an incest fuck as part of your conversion?  You know these two are brothers.”  Carter let out a soft “fuck,” pulling his cock out of Dean’s throat.

The foursome fucked till almost 1am.  Carter went home with eight toxic loads, fertilizing the walls of his hole.  As Carter left, Ashton said, “we give time off for the fuck flu.”

[Guest]

Part 20

Jackson and his crew started renovations on the small hotel, converting it into another condo, similar to the one the family had just above.  The three-story building was having its last renovation.  The final structure would consist of the existing underground parking, the gym on the ground floor, a new condo on the second, and the third floor's current family condo.  Dean and Ashton knew about the remodel of the second floor and the purchase of the new hotel.  They told the trainers a new high-end spa for men is being built where the old hotel used to be.  Jackson had given his men strict orders to maintain the lie.  The second-floor condo was going to be for Dean and Ashton.  The two were not owners in any of the properties but contributed more than their fair share while not receiving all the ownership benefits.  The family had decided that the condo and new cars would be their wedding gifts and a thank you.

Construction always caused a considerable bump in bathhouse attendance, often creating a line of horny men eager to get some construction worker cock and ass.  Jackson had assembled an entire crew of talented tradesmen that were also cock hounds.  The guys would often work in boots and jockstraps when it was safe.  Afterwork, the guy would stay at the hotel after spending hours being dick pigs at the bathhouse.  The group of construction workers never found a condom they liked, and most had biohazard tattoos.  Jacob's construction crew was fast, efficient, talented, and total pigs.  Jacob’s construction company had earned a reputation, often working on other bathhouses and sex clubs.  Profits from construction jobs were added to the general funds of the family business.

The five trainers had settled into a routine of mid-day fucks and end-of-day water sports with Ashton all with the same poz strain.  Dean would join whenever he could.  With the addition of Carter and Miles, they could take on new clients without having to work ten-hour days.  The sad man had a free training and evaluation session with Malik.  The sad man never followed-up to start training.

The day of the wedding was fast approaching. The buildout of the new condo, renovations of the newly acquired hotel, and Jacob in full wedding planner mode had most of the properties buzzing.  The level of energy and excitement caused a never-ending string of orgies to appear.  The only place not touched by the frantic energy was The Tom.  It had a unique gravity and purpose from the other properties.  Men coming to The Tom were there for a purpose, to experience something more than just overflowing frantic sex.  Anyone that entered The Tom was immediately captivated by its gravity and presence.  The doors of sexual pleasures, each with a defined purpose.  Men didn’t come here to roam in towels looking for open holes. Men came here for a different purpose.  Ashton had become a regular as both patron and servant.  When Ashton came as a patron, he would always return to the iron X where he first unlocked his mind.  Ashton as a servant, would wear latex that highlighted the body he worked hard to have.  Ashton was able to give back to a few other young men what Marc had given to him.  All of this happened under Jake’s watchful eye.  There was a reverence the family had for The Tom, given its history and the countless lives it had changed.  The Tom was fulfilling its purpose far beyond what its creator had intended.

The wedding day had finally come, Dean and Ashton were getting dressed in their suits.  They decided on identical suits in complementary colors.  Like true pigs, they put a load in each other, sealed with a kiss and butt plug.  They weren’t about to walk down the aisle with dry holes.  This event was not a sexual affair. That was the next day.  Today was an elegant experience to celebrate a union that started with the place that Tom had built.  Dean and Ashton had long since lost touch with their families; Ashton’s would have accepted him if he gave them a chance.  Dean had left home at 18, his father had a drinking problem, and his mother was not much better.  He grew up in a dirty trailer park in a no-name town.  Dean didn’t want any of that showing up at his wedding.  Aston had asked Marc to walk him down the Isle, and Chris was Ashton’s best man.  Dean had a larger wedding party of close friends and some employees of the club.

Ashton and Dean had been separated for their final touches by their best men.  Ashton and Dean were waiting for their best men to pin on their roses, Ashton with a white on and Dean with a red.  The door to Ashton’s room opened, a statuesque woman in a light blue dress entered the room.  She had in a clear box the white flower for Ashton’s lapel.  The woman with flowing red hair was his mother. He hadn’t seen her in years.  Ashton had to catch himself on the nearby chair.  They immediately joined in a tear-filled hug.  She pulled back and put her hands on her son’s face.  She spoke in a soft tone, “why did you tell us? We have and will always love you.  I am here to ask if I may have the honor to walk my son down the aisle to the man that makes you so happy.”  Ashton couldn’t speak. He just cried and shook his head “yes.”

Dean waited for his best man. The door behind Dean opened slowly and hesitantly, a thin woman appeared in a green light lacy dress.  Her face weathered from a life of hard living, her hair in a nice bun.  Dean saw his mother. He quickly turned on his heels and snapped at her, “why are you here? I left, I didn’t call, what you didn’t get the hint.  Who the fuck let you in here!”  Jacob was behind her, he knew this might not go well.  Jacob interjected, “Dean, stop, let her speak, then I can take her out.  She agreed to honor your wishes for her to stay or leave.  I have a car for her if you decide you don’t want her here.  Please, hear her out before you make your decision.”  The woman spoke, her voice slightly graveled from a lifetime of smoking and drinking.  Dean had noticed she didn’t smell of either.  She walked up to Dean, he stepped back, “I understand why you hate me, you were my son, and I treated you terribly.  You were a precious life, and I treated you like a burden.  I didn’t love you then, and I don’t deserve to be loved by you now.  Jacob called me and told me about your wedding.  I told him you wouldn’t want me here, but he was insistent.  Dean, I have been sober for five years, your father passed seven years ago.  I would have called, but I was too drunk to find your number.  There is no amount of apologies or tears to show how sorry I am.  Can I at least pin this rose to your chest before I leave?”  Dean had turned his back when Jacob had started talking, neither one seeing the hot tears streaming down his face.  Dean turned, looking at her through bloodshot eyes, “that bastard really dead?”  She nodded her head yes.  Dean was silent for a moment, his mind torn.  He walked to his mother. She didn’t know if Dean was going to yell or shove her out the door.  Jacob was ready for anything.  Dean put his arms around her. She smelled of honeysuckle, “mom, I forgive you.”  They hugged and cried.  She tried to open the box with the flower. Her hands were shaking, and she couldn’t manage the box.  Jacob stepped in and pinned the rose to Dean's lapel.  They gave one last hug.  Jacob put his arms around Dean's mother, “let me show you to your seat.”

Dean went down and took his place at the altar.  A string quartet started to play, Ashton and his mother appeared at the end of the aisle.  The guests stood as the tow walked toward Dean.  Ashton finished he walk toward Dean, and the ceremony started.  Each of them had written their own vows, both of them barely able to get through them.  This wedding was their bonding with each other; Jacob also made this a reunion of two families.  After the “I do’s,” the ceremony moved to a beautiful dinner under a setting sun, then a party once the evening had begun.  Ashton and Dean didn’t have much time with their mother, Ashton’s father had also come.  Jacob pulled them both in close, “don’t worry I have scheduled a family dinner for next week.”  The rest of the night was a blur for the couple.  Before they realized they were getting undressed in a honeymoon suite at a quaint hotel near where the wedding had taken place.  They were laughing, talking, and crying, specifically about every Jacob had done.  They were too tired for sex. They still had the plugs in their holes when they fell asleep.

The couple woke up the next morning to a gentle knock on the door, it was room service with coffee and the familiar smell of those farmhouse muffins.  They talked, enjoying the coffee and muffins in bed.  There was a note on the tray, “Coffee, muffins and fucking.  Checkout is at 11.  Love, Jacob”  That’s what the couple did.  They pulled the plugs out and filled each other with fresh loads, then replaced the plugs.  As they checked out, it dawned on Ashton, “we don’t have a car?”  They looked in the parking lot to see a brand new Escalade with a big red bow—the woman behind the counter handed Dean the keys to the new SUV.  They put their stuff in the back and got into the massive vehicle.  Dean was driving, Ashton got into the passenger seat, finding a note on the dash with his name.  He opened the card, there was a picture of a new Blue M3 “Your’s is at home.”  Dean started the truck, the GPS had been pre-programmed for the family condo.  The address was different. The family condo was “suite 3” this had the same address, ending in “suite 2.”  The couple drove back, holding hands most of the way.  Ashton looked at Dean, “If there is a bed at the new place, would you pound me into it.”  Dean replied, “only if you pound me back.”  They smiled and enjoyed the ride home.

Down the hilly roads on the way back to the main highway, the two talked about the adventure last time they were on this road.  No sooner had they finished laughing about it, Dean saw red and blue flashing lights behind him.  There was a slight grade, it was a new SUV, and he ended up over the speed limit.  Dean pulled the truck over and rolled down his window.  It was the same sheriff that pulled them over the last time.  He looked at the two and smiled, “figured it would be you two; everyone else knows the speed limit through here.”  Dean started to apologize, the sheriff cut him off, “I am not going to give tickets to newly married men.  I was hoping you two could give me a present.”  Ashtons spoke up, “I am poz, and we don’t have any condoms, or I would be more than happy to take that furry hole again.”  The sheriff looked down, rejected, “here’s what we can do, my husband is in my cruiser.  We knew you boys would be coming through here.  We were hoping you could bend us over the hood of my cruiser again.”  The two were stunned.  Dean said, “we would poz you; our cock’s have a nasty bite.”  The sheriff replied, “that’s the point.  You remember your way back to the construction site?”  The four got to the construction site, the two muscle bears got naked and bent over the cruiser’s hood.  Dean took the Sheriff, and Ashton took the husband.

[Guest]

Authors Note:  Here is where we leave this couple to make a life in their new home.  There story if far from complete and their family is yet to grow.  Before Dean and Ashton's story can continue.  There is another story that must be told.

[Guest WelshBBCigarFuck]

@Navi38thank you for yet another great story.

[negchaserlooking]

Loved it, you are an amazing storyteller

[seattlebbbtm]

Stunning, intriguing, stimulating 

[pozpopperpig]

You are an amazing author and bring so much love, emotion, lust, need...all of it.  Like true life and on a grand scale.  Thank you!

[nolatallguy]

Thanks for telling another great story.