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Part 7 The twins have been with us for almost a year now and have become very popular stars for the company. They made a decision to concentrate on pozzing unsuspecting twinks and we not only supported their decision, we encouraged them to pursue and secretly record these sessions. One of these sessions was unreal. The twins had been chatting with this high school senior for a while. His name was Grayson, he was soon to be 18 and was fit, toned, slim twink, barely 6 foot and weighed in at 160 pounds (soaking wet) with a nice 6 and a half inch cut cock, brown hair and brown eyes, the kind of innocent twink the twins loved to infect. Grayson couldn't wait to get laid. He had only had a few experiences with classmates limited to only minor sucking. He wanted more, and the twins were determined to give him all he wanted (and more). They had made plans to meet up the weekend right after his 18th birthday. The plan was to get a hotel room to celebrate his birthday with a weekend of alcohol (drugs) and (bareback) sex. The location was to be somewhere he would feel comfortable and safe to explore all that he wanted. The twins agreed to pay for the room at the hotel of his choice. Since we knew most of the hotels in the area and had someone on the 'inside' of each establishment, which ever location he chose we'd be able to have wired for video and sound within minutes. We were happy when he chose a hotel not that far from our location. This was going to make the transmission of the feed back to the company easy for distribution. We had a crew ready to go and within 30 minutes the room was set up, cameras in all the right places and the heat turned up just right to get the boy ready to lose some clothes. The twins met Grayson in front of the hotel and the three of them walked in to register for their room. This was all prearranged with the clerk first giving them a room on the first floor close to the lobby and as we guessed Grayson then asked if they could have a room that was 'out of the way, on the second floor' which was all set up for their use. Once inside the room the boys started by drinking a couple beers and chatting. They easily hooked a laptop up to the TV and had a good supply of bareback porn playing as they talked and began to discuss some of the same topics they had chatted about on line. He asked again how long the twins had been fucking each other and how often they hooked up. As the alcohol began to seep into Grayson's brain the twins told him that they have been fucking each other for several years and that they had never hooked up with anyone else since they preferred to fuck raw and knew that they were both clean (they were clean, they showered before meeting up with the newbie). Grayson did have some apprehension about fucking bare. The twins placed ideas in the 18 year old’s head by telling him they had tried to be good little boys and used condoms a couple times only to end up pulling them off. They admitted that fucking raw was so much better and the way they preferred to fuck. They could see the talk was turning Grayson on since he was getting a noticeable bulge in his jeans. With the temperature of the room it wasn't difficult to lose pieces of clothing. Before the unsuspecting Grayson knew what was happening they were all down to their underwear (Andrew Christian boxer briefs for the twins and regular boxers for Grayson). The boxers looked like they were too big for Grayson's slim frame. It didn't take much to get Grayson to shed what little clothing allowing Grayson to feel the hot, warm mouth of one of the twins engulf his hard cock. While one twin had the newbie preoccupied the other twin was busy retrieving the 'goodies' that were stashed in the room. There was vague discussion about drugs when they chatted and they knew Grayson had on rare occasions smoked pot with friends. This was going to help in an easy transition to Tina. They had a pre-packed bong with them (pre-packed with the best pot I had along with a generous amount of meth mixed in) so when the free twin lit the bong and took a nice hit it was not really a surprise to Grayson. The twins traded off the cock for the bong and the other twin now took a nice hit before offering it to the newbie. Grayson was lost in the feeling of the alcohol (they had already consumed) along with the expert blow job he was receiving so when the bong was offered to him he didn't hesitate as it was lit for him. The twin with the bong in hand quickly pushed in a shard of a Tina just before the bong was offered to Grayson. The newbie had no clue as he began to take a massive hit while being encouraged by the twins. That one hit developed into 5 massive hits as the contents were quickly smoked up by the unsuspecting 18 year old. While the pot and meth were quickly invading the newbie's body and brain the bong was changed from one to smoke pot to one for strictly Tina. This was accomplished by inconspicuously changing the glass stem that was made for pot to a more bulbous one that was intended to hold an ample amount of Tina. Without missing a beat or suspecting anything Grayson kept hitting the bong now only containing Tina as the twins slowly took him to the point of no return. Grayson no longer needed direction to hit the pipe as he freely smoked away and the twins took turns sucking his semi hard cock and munching on his virgin hole. There was no warning when one of the twins lubed up a finger and slowly slid it inside the hairless, warm and tight hole while pushing a nice size shard of Tina while the newbies hole was teased and prepared for gifting. When the Tina began to melt along with the burn and new sensation on Grayson's prostate sent the 18 year old over the edge as he began to fill one of the twin's mouth. The twin made a mental note at how nice Grayson's sperm tasted as a thought quickly popped into his head. He decided not to swallow the large load of but shared a small portion with his brother before giving the rest to Grayson, giving the newbie his first taste of cum. Grayson swallowed the jizz without any instruction as more fingers and Tina were being pushed into his hole. As the drugs worked on transforming the semi cautions newbie into a (soon to be) cum hungry bottom the final step of their plan was close to being implemented. They maneuvered Grayson onto his back as the twin at his hole switched from fingers to his tongue. They knew the sensation of his first rim job would distract him as more Tina was worked into his hole as he smoked more Tina from the pipe. As the one twin at between Grayson’s legs began to really work his tongue in and around that hairless, virgin hole the newbie couldn’t help but begin to moan as the other twin decided it was time to feed the 18 year old his cock. As they stimulated the newbie to a point where he wouldn’t even care about taking raw cock the one twin made sure to get his hole nice a wet for entry while the other twin had a prepared point in hand. They further distracted him by pointing to the video on the TV of a group of young guys who all looked to be the same age, with one that was almost like Grayson. They pointed out how the kid was going to get fucked just like Grayson was going to be shortly. Once Grayson was distracted by the video and lost in the pure pleasure he was receiving from the twin who had been providing an expert job at eating his hole they knew he was ready for the final step. The twin between his legs began to slowly rub his bare cock up and down along Grayson’s crack the other twin was quick and swift as he applied a tourniquet to the newbie’s upper arm, and then quickly wiped a prominent vein with alcohol just before sliding the point home. As he registered a good flash the twin between his legs began to aim his bare, death stick on its target as the slam was efficiently emptied. Grayson tried to take the cock lodged inside his mouth out before it was pushed further inside as the tourniquet was removed almost as quickly as it was applied. Grayson had no way of avoiding the coughing fit that was eminent since the point was originally filled just over half way with crush meth and dissolved with barely enough water to make a nice thick 0.5 slam. While Grayson was coughing the twin between his legs was able to bury his cock balls deep inside the newbie’s no longer virgin hole and began fucking away. Grayson came out of his coughing fit as he rode his first rush while (unknowingly) taking his first bare cock. It was evident by the expression on the kid’s face he was getting into being fucked. It was strange to hear Grayson ask if the twin had slipped a condom on before he started to fuck him. Nothing was said, the twin fucking him just maneuvered his thrusts to hit his prostate just right and send waves of pleasure radiating throughout his body. After a few more minutes it was time to let Grayson know he was taking it raw and get him to beg for more. The twin who had be feeding his cock to him grabbed one of his hands and placed it on the hard cock that was working his hole. They each complimented Grayson on how well he was taking his first fuck like a champ. Grayson felt the slick meat working in and out of his own ass when his eyes shot wide open as he realized that the twin fucking him wasn’t wearing a condom. Grayson shouted out ‘You’re not wearing a condom! We’ve got to stop so you can put one on. Please?’ The twins seemed to look down and chuckle a bit as they told him that he knew full well that they only fuck raw and besides he didn’t ask for a condom when they started fucking. Besides they think he wanted it raw that he really prefers the feeling of raw dick in his ass. As that was said the twin fucking him punctuated the statement with a few good, long strokes that made Grayson forget about wanting to fuck wrapped. With him still riding his first rush they could see the wheels spinning in his head as he yelled out, fuck yeah, bareback my ass. The twin fucking him let the newbie know he knew he wanted it raw even if Grayson hadn’t before then. The twin then let Grayson know what a nice, tight and warm hole he had and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. Grayson could feel the cock inside his hole begin to thicken and the twin fucking him began to breathe a little heavier. He knew what was about to happen and his brain was screaming ‘don’t cum inside me’ while his hole said ‘Fuck yeah, give me that raw cock.” The twins both commented how Grayson now wanted raw dick and bet he’d like their load shot inside him too. Grayson never really had a choice as the twin fucking him began to long dick him completely pulling out before slamming back in balls deep. Only a few more strokes and BAM! Grayson was now being bred by the twin as he worked his hole for the load that was being deposited. Once the twin’s cock began to soften and slip out of Grayson’s well bred hole the twins switch positions and as a new cock was slid inside the newly seeded hole, the other twin presented his cock for Grayson to clean. The rest of the weekend went on with the twins taking turns fucking Grayson and keeping him nice and high. Before the weekend was over they had Grayson knowingly using Tina and liking its effects. The following weekend they were able to convince him to come over the house and party only to have the weekend quickly transform into a gang bang. It wasn’t long before Grayson had the ‘fuck flu’ and when meeting up with the twins after that the poz talk was very deliberate. Grayson became a good commodity for the business as he was able to bring unsuspecting classmates for pozzing.

2002 Has there ever met someone that you instantly hated for no good reason? For me that person was Matt. "Matt" was what he went by, but his real name was 'Ahmat" or something like that. He was from the Middle East somewhere. He was hired by my boss to work on our staff and I hated him from the first day. I didn't know why exactly. I wasn't in the grips of hate for the Middle East that had struck our country after 9/11 and was further inflamed by the Bush administration. I was, and always will be, a bleeding heart liberal. Maybe it was because he was my age and I'd always been the youngest guy in my department -- I was 'The Boy Wonder'. Possibly it was his dark good looks that intimidated me. I wasn't a bad-looking man, but Matt was smoldering. Seriously. The guy had a gorgeous five o'clock shadow at 11 am. I hadn't grown up enough to recognize how destructive jealousy can be. Or maybe it was because he was cordial and well-liked by everybody. I just decided he was 'arrogant'. I was certain he thought he was better than me in every way. So I hated him. Hated everything about him. He had a cellphone and I didn't. He dressed fashionably and I was super casual. Every time he tried to make small talk with me, I'd just glare at him and answer with one or two words. He seemed a bit confused by my hostility because I was pals with most everybody else in the office. Eventually he gave up trying to get to know me. I would just stew in hatred every single time I saw him. I was in therapy back then and I brought the subject of Matt to her. She agreed that some of it was envy, but she brought up something I'd never thought of... "Often, hate is irrational. Sometimes we hate a person because we recognize some aspect of ourselves in. Maybe there's something you hate about yourself that you see in Matt". I didn't dismiss the idea, but he and I shared nothing in common except our age. I kept thinking of her words and trying to work it out for myself The dismal holiday season was approaching and our boss had decided we needed to have a Christmas gathering. Ugh. I hated forced mirth. But at least there would be free booze. We all met up at a martini bar after work one cold night and the mood had been generally light that whole day. So I was happy because I didn't think people from the Middle East could drink alcohol or even be around it so Matt wouldn't be there. All twelve of us settled at a large table in this trendy place. I'd never had a martini before, but wanted to try one. Nobody had warned me how powerful they were or told me to sip them and not chug them like beer. I got really happy really fast. We were all laughing and having a decent time when Matt walked in. Of course he had a really nice, stylish coat and was dressed up. He was wearing these expensive -looking leather shoes -- with no socks. What the hell? It was December. My mood declined when he sat right across from me. It was the only open chair. Bummer. He ordered a martini and was his usual popular self with all our coworkers. I sulked and stewed. Most of the guys I worked with had families and so the party kept getting smaller as people left. And then it was just the two of us left. I ordered two more martinis while he was still working on his first. That made me irrationally angry. Well, self-control wasn't the thing we had in common. He didn't even notice we were the only ones left because he was constantly on his goddamn cellphone. Talking quietly in his whatever language. He held a pinkie in his non-phone ear to block out the noise from other people. Arrogant. When he finished his conversation he looked around and noticed it was just us left. He felt as awkward as I felt drunk. I needed to order a Coke or something to sober up. I only lived a few a few streets over, but this town had an abundance of cops. A DUI would really wreck the night. When the waitress arrived, I ordered a soda. "Don't like martinis so much?" He actually spoke to me. I was feeling a tug-of-war between surprise and anger. "Actually too much. I've had five already". He smiled brilliantly. Perfect white teeth of course. "Here. Finish mine. I have a bad stomach and it's giving me fits right now". I had a roll of Tums in my pocket and offered him a couple. He chewed them appreciatively. I went back and forth from the soda the waitress brought and his mostly full martini. The tension was gone and he looked right at me. "Can I ask you something?" I was preparing myself for what I knew he was going to ask. "Why do you dislike me so much?" "I've been trying to figure that out" I said, staring down at the table "Maybe I just don't like how arrogant you are". "What? How?" "You think you're so perfect. You dress better than anybody and look perfect and are good at everything. You probably have a perfect life". I was drunk for sure. There was silence and I expected him to leave. "You really think I have a perfect life? Seriously?" Thank God it was Friday. I had the whole weekend to forget this exchange of words. On Monday I could just go back to hating him like normal. "Want to know who I was on the phone with?" He was so beautiful. "Your girlfriend?" "No. My mother who I live with. She has bone cancer and is going through chemo. She doesn't speak English and I'm the only person in the world she has to talk to". "Oh. Sorry". "You think I have a perfect life? I'm the only child of two immigrants from India. I was a baby when we got here. My dad dropped dead when I was three and we were so poor and then homeless for a year. My Mom did her best to find work and make sure I went to school. We scrapped and saved and survived. I bet your childhood was better". I looked down, ashamed. "Yeah". "Once I was old enough, I worked any terrible job I could find. I was 19 when I first started whoring". Whoa. i sucked as a human. "Yeah. I was out on the streets of St. Louis every single night. I caught every disease you can name. My health isn't so great now and I take about nine pills a day. I like to dress up because I feel like nice clothes because I feels like it disguises my past. Hides me". I lowered my head and felt so much shame. Instinctively, I reached across the table and grabbed his hand. "I'm so, so sorry". "Now I've got a good job and my only living relative is dying. How's that for 'perfect'?" I looked up and saw that he was looking right at me. We'd avoided eye contact for so long that I forgot how extremely handsome this man was. "I apologized. I'll be different now. I'll be nice". I realized my voice sounded like a child's. I needed to leave now. I stood up and wobbled a little. "Let me drive you home. You're a little out of it". "Please". He led me out into the cold night, with his arm around my back. We got to his car -- which was way more modest than I would have ever guessed. It was junk, basically. Who knew? We got in and before either of us could fasten our seat belts, we started kissing. Maybe it was the booze or the intimacy of the conversation, but we made out for a good ten minutes right there in the parking lot. His stubble had rubbed my lips raw and his mouth tasted like some sort of paradise. There was an eventual stopping point. The heat had kicked on and he had talk radio on. "My mom always played talk or sports on the radio to help me speak English better". "I'd like to meet her". "Really? I'd love that! We're not far from our house. She's probably still awake, but she might not be feeling well right now. We can check and maybe watch TV or something". "Great". Were we boyfriends now? I had no experience at anything like this. I'd just had my first kiss five minutes ago. "Are you warm enough?" "Yeah. Why don't you ever wear socks?" He laughed. "You're drunk. And very American. We're always barefoot at home and I just hate wearing shoes, let alone socks. You grew up on a farm, right?" "Yeah. How did you know?" "Oh, I've asked around. I wanted to know more about you and what you were all about". Wow. I wondered what he heard, but we were suddenly at his house. It was very small and in a kind of crappy neighborhood. He parked in the crumbling driveway and insisted on getting out first and helping me up to the door. He nuzzled my neck a little. We kissed again for a few seconds and then he unlocked the door. I smelled garlic right away. I mean it had soaked into everything. Or maybe the smell was curry. Didn't Indian people eat lots of curry? I was such a hick. Matt kicked off his shoes right away. His feet were so hairy. I stood there dumbly with my coat still on. "Let me have your coat. She's got the thermostat on really high. I'll go see if she's still awake". I stood there in the front room and looked around. Everything was so neat and yet kind of chaotic at the same time. It seemed foreign. Barefooted Matt came back and said "She's passed out, but her breathing is good and steady". I smiled. "Good". "We can go watch TV in my room if you want". "OK" "At least take off your shoes. It's weird to see shoes in this house". So I stepped out of my loafers and arranged them neatly by the door. He led me to his room and I noticed it was small. Very small. My childhood bedroom was bigger. He clicked the television on, and It was that stupid comedy channel where they never show anything comical at all. He turned the volume way down. The TV was the only light we had which was fine by me. I was sure my eyes were red...and his were so beautiful. "Well, I'm going to get comfortable". He then stripped down to nothing. He was the hairiest man I'd ever seen. I could barely see his dick through all the bush he had down there. I guess he saw me looking. "Why don't you get naked too, Farm Boy". So I did. And then we laying on his twin bed, on top of the covers because it was so warm in here. I was lost. Where was this going? I wondered if I should do something or just try to sleep or watch whatever shit was on. He answered for me by climbing on top of me. He just stayed there and we looked at each other. God, he was hairy! And we was sweaty. He stretched out one arm and turned a bedside lamp. "I want you to see and remember everything about tonight. Promise you're not too drunk to remember this". "I'm good, Matt". "We'll see". He kissed me and ground his hips on mine for a long time. I felt his big boner and really wanted to see it. All of this was new. "If you really want me to see everything, you'll show me that dick of yours". He spread his knees and sat up. There it was. "Glorious" is the only word I had. It was beautiful like the rest of him. Not huge or anything, but very healthy-sized and hard as a rock. At first I thought he was uncut, but he wasn't....the doctor had just left him with a nice amount of foreskin. Or maybe he was. I had never seen another dick this close before. "You like?" "Can I kiss it?" He got lower and I took the head in my mouth. He didn't force anything at all. He left it up to me to suck as much of it as I wanted. He said something foreign under his breath and groaned. I was actually do this right. Amazing. I took him deeper and grabbed his perfect ass to let him know that he could take over. Oh boy, did he. He was riding my mouth for a while and getting more forceful. I wondered if he would ejaculate and wondered if I really wanted him to. And then he lifted away from me. "I don't want to cum anywhere near you, Farm Boy. We should stop now. We'll jerk off together or something". I pulled him back down to me and we kissed. Then I urged him up higher so I could have his butt on my face. I just wanted that. Badly. "Not the greatest idea, kid". I didn't listen to him. I pushed my lips up between his cheeks and planted a big kiss on his hole. He started to hesitate, but I held his legs and knew it was feeling good to him. And then he gave up and started to hump my mouth with his ass. I used my tongue and passion to guide his pleasure. I knew I what was doing somehow. He started moaning and muttering words in his language. But then it stopped. "We can't go any further!" "What if I want to?" "We can't because I have AIDS, you dumb hick!" "I'm not dumb". "Sorry. I just want to protect you. You're green and don't know anything". "I know I want you to make love to me". "No way. I don't even have condoms". "Perfect". "You don't know what you're asking for". "I'm not even asking at this point, Matt. You will fuck me!" He surrendered and started spreading my legs far apart. He planted that hairy dick in my ass. It hurt, but not horribly like I'd always thought. I'd felt more pain before -- just not in that spot. "God, this is a mistake". But he started thrusting, giving in to his natural urge to plant seed. His pace quickened and I reached around to grab his ass to make sure he didn't try to pull out. And then he wasn't moving anymore. He was completely still and whispering foreign words. We lay side by side silently for a minute or two. "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?" "I feel perfect". "We'll see". We slept together and I got to feel his hairy warmth all night. Matt's hairy feet were cold though, and I woke up every time they touched my leg, but I was so in love with him that I didn't care. So now we're a couple. I'm HIV+ and he hates that, but I'm strangely loving it. I told him "Now you have more family. We share the same DNA".

irthday Gifts Cast of Characters Paul: 18 (birthday Boy) b. 1999 Sean: 21 (middle brother) b. 1996 Kyle: 24 (oldest Brother) b. 1993 William: 26 (uncle) b. 1991 Charles: 41 (Dad) b.1976 Josie: 41 (Mom, Lesbian), b. 1976 Sally: 43 (mom’s live in girlfriend) b. 1974 Cody: 18 (Diver, BFF, cuddle buddy) b. 1999 Jose: 18 (Soccer player, Boyfriend) b. 1999 Frank: 59 (Grandfather) b. 1957 Assorted other twinks, daddies, persons 18-71 I can’t say I have a really normal family, as many of my friends can confirm we are unique. Let me introduce myself and my family so you can see just how not normal we are. I’m Paul, born when everyone was parting like it’s 1999, throwing caution to the wind in preparation for the millennium. I’m 6’1” and weigh in somewhere around 145, I have deep blue eyes sandy blond hair and a athletic build. I swim and dive competitively and play soccer in the fall. I have two brothers, Sean who just turned 21, a junior in college studying medicine. He is 6’ and carries a 160 pound frame. He also is athletic and played football in high school. Then there's Kyle. He is 24, 6’2 and 160 pounds, has a hot athletic body. In high school he both played basketball and wrestled. Kyle is a grad student at the local university which both he and Sean attend. Then there is William, my uncle, who is more like a big brother than an uncle. My Dad Charles has always encouraged me to bond with his little bro as our ages were so much closer, so Uncle Will, my brothers and I are a close knit family. Even my Grandpa Frank would come around and wrestle with us boys. Now one thing I haven’t mentioned is the Gay Gene - it runs rampant in my family. Grandpa Frank has had a string of lovers, spare “uncles” for us through the years. William was a late baby that he had conceived with Grandma during a night of rambunctious partying in the 90’s. Dad and mom dated in high school to silence the rumors and both really wanted kids, so during their senior year Dad jerked into a cup and Mom inseminated herself with a kitchen implement. I don’t think they ever actually had sex in all the years they had been married. Each went through life with with one or another partner, weaving themselves into the fabric of our lives. Well today is my birthday. I'm sure what my family has planned - if anything at all, but you only turn 18 once, so I think they have something up their sleeves. Today started out as any other Friday: my middle brother awoke me when his alarm went off at 6:00 AM. I was met in the kitchen by my mom and older brother who happened to be home for a change. I think he was dropping off his laundry for mom to handle. I ate a quick protein rich breakfast then headed out to school to see if I could catch Cody at the pool and swim some laps with him before school officially started. Cody was already in the pool when I arrived and smiling his usual big shit eating grin when he generally saw me. We each did 12 laps then rinsed off and dressed for class. Classes seemed boring, and dragged on, it seemed like the clock was going two clicks forward and three back. School only had a month to go till graduation and I was beginning to look forward to being valedictorian this year. My grades were off the charts, even in my AP classes. Sixth period finally arrived and I headed back to the gym and aquatic complex to do my training in the pool. After an hour or so I noticed my middle brother standing on the side of the pool. He told me he had stopped by to pick me up. Now I knew something was in the works. As I finished my last laps my hunky brother came down to the pool and offered me my towel as I exited the pool. He went so far as to actually wrap it around my shoulders and patting my back dry. I began to harden up in my Speedo trunks, as he walked me back to the locker room. As we opened the locker room door and I walked towards my locker he directed my away from my locker and into the team room. Now, the team room was were the various sports teams would come together before a meet or event and get a pep talk from one or all the coaches. As we entered the room, I was greeted by a lot of my jock friends, a couple of the coaching assistants. All were weating athletic gear denoting their sport. I am a huge sports gear nut, so seeing them all wearing the gear and only a jock straps boned me up. Soon I was tenting my swim trunks as the Lycra was not able to confine my monster snake. They all sang happy birthday to me and then Cody and Jose began rubbing on me, paying close attention to my raging cock. My towel soon disappeared, soon followed by Cody slipping my trunks off my legs, having me lay down on the bench. Jose and I had been going out together for a year but we only kissed and cuddled. We never did anything particularly sexual, beyond groping each other, but today, on my 18th birthday, Jose slipped his cock to my lips, moistening them with his precum. Opening my mouth in invitation, Jose slipped the knob into my moist throat, his eight inches sliding down effortlessly. Some would label me a natural cock sucker. As I deep throated Jose, I felt a warm mouth envelope my rock hard cock, which made it even harder - if that was possible. I guessed Cody was sucking my dick, but as I was busy being skull fucked by Jose, I couldn't take the time to confirm as much. In any event, Jose and (I assume) Cody both worked me over for a while. I sensed the other dozen guys had closed ranks. Several of the guys were stroking themselves, a few were massaging a buddy's cock, and still a couple had progressed to rendering head to a teammate. We were having an orgy in the team room. This was wild. Sean had moved up in the crowd and was standing beside Cody who had stopped sucking my raging boner. I lay there, my cock dripping with precum. Without saying a word, Cody lowered himself on my shaft, impaling himself on my nine and a half inch tool. Holy shit. I was fucking my BFF, as, at the same time, I deep throated my boyfriend. Sean dropped down and was working the area between where my cock was penetrating Cody and my virgin hole. The sensation was incredible. As his saliva dripped onto my ass pucker he began fingering it into my hole, sliding his finger in and out, touching a spot that drove me into orbit. Then he withdrew his fingers from my ass, and slid two fingers into Cody's ass, alongside my cock. Naturally Cody groaned in pleasure. Jose pulled his cock from my throat and made me worship the head and top of the shaft while Sean pushed Cody into position so he was laying on my torso. Cody and I began to make out and as we aso tried to service Jose’s rigid shaft. Sean, however, decided then to align his cock with mine, pushing against Cody's puckered rosebud, sliding back and forth until the head stretched out Cody’s hole and popped in. Suddenly Cody was tight again: not only was I was sloshing around in Cody's boy cunt, my brother’s cock was riding next to mine as both of us pumped his tool in and out of the Cody's ass, pistoning in sync and alternate strokes. At that moment Sean leaned down and whispered in Cody’s ear just loud enough for me to hear “Ready for a second dose of my toxic seed boy? It felt great lubing you up earlier with my poisoned cum so you could ride my little brother's hard cock. Now, take my poz cum, you little diver whore.” Sean began pumping seed into Cody’s stretched and sloppy ass. I could feel his cock pulse against mine with each spurt. This pushed me over the edge and I also blew my load into Cody, so he took both of our loads, which filled his ass, each of us blowing until neither could spurt any more cum. Jose, sensing our climax, began shoot his load between our mouths, covering our faces with his spunk. Several other guys also stepped forward, each spraying his load across our bodies. Sean leaned down and licked the cum from Cody’s back and ass. As we pulled out a couple of the guys leaned in and licked the cum from Cody’s gaping hole. One or two even mounted him as he lay against my chest, each pumping his seed into Cody's hot cummy orifice.

The only thing better I like than a dick in my mouth and a dick up my butt... is 2 dicks in my mouth and 2 dicks up my butt!

They dragged my trousers and underpants down and my cock sprang up strong and stiff. Then warm, wet lips engulfed it and I gasped with pleasure, even though I knew what I was doing was dangerous and wrong. Now another smell hit me as someone opened a bottle of poppers which filled the small space. My heart began to race and I put my hands on the head sucking me, and felt thin hair and wrinkled skin. Meanwhile, other fingers gripped the base of my cock, probed between my buttocks and pinched my nipples through my shirt. Oh god, I thought, I should go. This was all wrong. A bottle was thrust into my nostrils. "Take a deep sniff" whispered the man who'd been kissing me, adding "enjoy yourself." I inhaled, and felt the popper-rush and my resistance melted. Someone pushed my head down and fed a thick cock into my mouth. It was slippery and tasted of cum and smelled of ass juices. I gagged, but the poppers had me high and I began to suck and clean it. Someone asked "Who is he?" "Dunno," whispered another, explaining "Some yuppie slumming it." "He's sure eager for cock." A low chuckle "Yeah, and he's gonna get what's coming to him." I felt a finger against my arsehole. It was cold and slippery and I realised someone was rubbing lube into it. Oh no. This was too much. I needed to come to my senses. But it felt so good as the finger slid gently into me and the poppers bottle was thrust under my nose. I groaned and stayed bent over, my heart beating fast and a pulse roaring in my ears. "Fuck it!" someone urged. I felt a body behind me and then a thin, mushroom headed cock probing my hole. I reached back and realised it was bare, and my heart skipped a beat. What was I doing? How could I do this? But the head popped into me, followed by the long, thin shaft and I could only groan with pleasure and surrender. He began to thrust slowly, deliberately in and out, and I could feel calloused fingers feeling for where the shaft entered me. His thrusts were getting more deliberate, faster, as he worked himself towards orgasm. 'I'm going to let him', I thought, 'Oh Jesus, I'm going to let him'. He was now thrusting fast, so I wasn't surprised when he gasped "I'm gonna cum!. I'm gonna breed your fuckin' arse!" He gave a deep growl of pleasure, and I felt the cock in me swell and throb and knew he was spurting, his sperm carrying god knows what diseases into my guts. I was shaking with fear, but also with the realisation that I'd crossed a line into depravity and it was also exciting. Fingers probed my hole and a man said "Spunked up him, did you?" "Oh yeah. Gave him a dirty load." Someone stroked my head surprisingly gently. "Nice one, mate. Now you've joined the club." Fingers undid my shirt, pulling it off my body and then they gently, reverently pulled me into a cubicle. Someone sat on the toilet, I couldn't see who, and pulled my head down onto his cock. He stroked my face as I sucked him and gave me more poppers. Then he reached over my back and I felt his strong hands pull my cheeks apart, asking "Who's next? Anyone want to knock him up before he leaves?" Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I realised what was happening to me, the awful depravity of it, and I also knew I wanted it. An obese man mounted me, resting his heavy belly on my bottom as his stubby cock slid into my wet hole. He was excited, dripping with sweat and only lasted a few seconds before he gasped and came in me. He pulled out roughly, and I felt a gush of warm, slimy spunk dribble down over my balls. 'Yes, I'm going to let them', I thought as another cock nosed easily into my dripping hole. I had gladly accepted my fate.

I sat in the car, staring at the old brick toilet behind the trees. It was dark, and the building was barely visible in the gloom. The doorway was a black square, black as the entrance to hell itself, and as I watched, two or three figures slid out of the trees and into that dark entrance. The wind rustled the leaves, but it was warm and sticky like before a storm and I felt sweat prickle my forehead. So it had come to this: waiting outside a sleazy toilet, trying to decide on my fate. Everyone knew about this place, the sleazy trolls, the old, the ugly, the diseased, went there because they couldn't get it anywhere else. And yet, and yet, here I was gnawing a fingernail and shivering with fear and excitement. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. There was no one else around. I still had time to leave, but instead, I locked the car and crossed the car park to the tree line where I felt less exposed, and stared at the doorway again, but still no one entered or left. At last, I made up my mind and stepped into the darkness. Inside, it was smaller than I'd expected and smelled strongly of piss and body odour. I couldn't see, but I felt bodies crammed into the small space and heard the unmistakable sounds of men having sex. My heart was in my mouth. I didn't know what to do. Then eager hands tugged at my belt and zipper as unseen lips pressed against mine. His breath smelled of tobacco but the sheer filthiness of kissing a man I couldn't see in a place like that overwhelmed me.

As I approached the beautiful shore house, the front door of which had been left slightly ajar, I pretty much knew how this was going to go down. I entered the foyer and had begun to climb the stairs to the bedroom when I heard a voice from the living room. "In here!" Well, this was different. I had been fucking this couple for over a year. I found them on a4a when I was living on the Jersey Shore (not the TV Jersey Shore, the nice Jersey Shore). They were a committed couple in their mid forties, both in good shape and in their relationship. Tom (6'0, 240, Beefy Built Daddy) was the top and Jerry (5'8, furry otter build) was the total bottom. Turned out, Tom has a versatile side and while they rarely played with others, when they did it was a top who would fuck them while they were on all fours side by side. When Tom saw my profile pic: He knew he had to have it deep in his ass and he couldn't wait to see me deep dicking Jerry. Tom set up everything, pursued me aggressively, and offered me one thing to which I couldn't say no: two piggy bottoms with great asses (one furry and round, one meaty and muscular) both of which wanted to take my raw cock. After the first session, during which I blew two loads in Jerry and one in Tom, I could tell that they both loved it, but Tom was clearly especially hooked. When for the first time I slid in balls-deep into Tom's hole, a wild look crossed his face, a look that was reflected in the floor to ceiling mirror on one of the bedroom walls and they faced, side by side, on all fours, so they could watch themselves (and each other) being used. Anyhow, when, on the occasion I first entered Tom's tight hole, he moaned in ecstasy, his eyes locked on mine. His hole opened up but his ass remained tightly wrapped around my shaft as each inch slid deeper in his guts. I sensed when the curvature of my cock dragged across his prostate, particularly as his ass juices went into overdrive, which left his hole amply lubed. Tom never broke his stare with me, and I almost forgot that Jerry was there as we locked eyes and I really got into a good fucking rhythm. Every once in awhile, I drove myself in deep and intentionally hard to pop in a bit deeper and really open him up. Tom gasped in pleasure only to growl two words through his heavy moaning and breathing, "Breed me." After I'd dumped my first load in Tom's guts, we tag teamed Jerry until he got one of Tom's loads and two of mine and his bottom sensibilities were completely satisfied. He quickly ran off to the shower and smiled at Tom as he said, "show our guest out, Tom. And make sure he knows the way. He'll definitely be back." As Tom took me to the door, he stopped me and kissed me, long and deep. As we were kissing, I reached around and smacked his ass and both cheeks in my large hand and he moaned into my mouth. We stopped kissing with a small, semi-awkward laugh and Tom looked at me. "Here's my number. We have to do that again. Us - you and me." He gave me a very satisfied smile, and I took my cue and left. A week went by and I'd only fucked only one new bottom, who was a bit of a disappointment, so needless to say I was horny as fuck. Tom texted me on Friday afternoon asking "Hey, what are you up to, stud?" "Just got home from work, just about to eat, why?" "Want to eat my ass and then breed it?" I stared at the text as my cock began to harden. "Should I head over to your place?" "No," Tom replied. I was confused until he sent, "Send address. I'm coming to you." I quickly began to clean up my place, horny and excited at the thought of fucking Tom...and Jerry, right? He didn't say. Tom showed up alone. Within 30 seconds of stepping into the house, he was on his knees and my cock was deep down his throat. Ten minutes later I had Tom on the sofa on his knees bent over the back looking out the window and moaning like a bitch as I tongue- fucked his hot daddy hole. His "mostly top" daddy hole, I thought as I spread his cheeks and darted my tongue around the edges of his hole before driving my tongue deep and letting my beard tickle and scratch his exposed ass crack and cheeks. I handed Tom a bottle of poppers and smiled suggesting "Take a big hit, Daddy, 'cuz I'm about to breed your ass and claim it as my hole." "You already claimed it when I first felt that cockhead swell as you dumped your seed in me. That cock is amazing, boy. Give it to Daddy." So that became the norm. Once a month or so I was at Tom and Jerry's place fucking them senseless (always making sure that Jerry got more loads that Tom, if only to make Tom crave it more)...and about once a week, Tom was sneaking over to my place or I was going to his while Jerry was working and putting loads in his ass. Tom was texting me daily, taking pics of his ass and sending them to me, wearing jocks to work and sending me pics to entice me to let him come over. I had a couple other bottoms that I fucked here and there to keep things fresh, the occasional random bottom to try out a new hole (who doesn't love breeding a new butt for the first time?!) but Tom was my regular, steady cumdump. I loved filling him up knowing that he went home and his partner had no idea he had just been ass up on my bed a few miles away spreading his ass cheeks and begging for my load. He was a top at home, but that top was my bottom cumdump. So when I arrived at Tom and Jerry's place to breed Tom (knowing Jerry was out of town) I was surprised to be going into the living room. I'd never been in any room in the house other than the upstairs master bedroom and master bathroom. I entered the living room and immediately my cock thicken in my pants as I saw Tom sitting naked on their L-shaped couch. "Thought we'd try something a little different this time. Why don't you get naked, take a seat here on the couch and let me get my mouth on that thick cock. We have time. Let's enjoy ourselves. I know it was only a different location in their house, but sitting on their couch as Tom was on his knees between my legs slobbering and deep throating I was really fucking turned on. Tom was licking my balls now and I slid down the couch a bit, really giving him room to get in there and worship my nuts. Then Tom's tongue darted lower, leaving my balls behind as he took his hands and put them on my legs, going to raise my legs in the air, exposing my butt. I resisted for a moment and thought 'I'm a total top--I don't do things with my ass. Hell, no one's even licked my ass before and I, well, I should stop him. I mean, I'm a total top'. And then I looked down between my legs at the man who was a total top (except when he was giving up his hole to me to breed and seed), and I saw Tom's thick cock, a cock I've watched fuck and breed Jerry many times - well, almost involuntarily I lifted my legs, allowing Tom to place them on his shoulders. Tom flashed a devilish, hungry grin as he looked me in the eyes then looked back at my butt. He leaned forward, his tongue already escaping his lips. Well, it was clear this was going to be a new experience. Stay tuned for Part II

3 loads today from randoms in work toilet ;-) see what tomorrow brings

So, I said I would try to record my escapades on this website more often in repayment to all those of you who have gotten me off with your stories, so here is the latest. Last week I had an out of state business trip to see a client. Hit an ABS on my way to see the client. You know how it is with those places. Hit or miss, well this time – Hit. Found a very hot, fit Dad with a nice hard dick, a face full of scruff and an entire arm full of ink. Any one of those things is enough to make me wild. All three together on a hot man had me crazed. We started messing around in a booth when he explained that he was waiting for a bud with a big dick who wants to get sucked off. He noticed how well I was able to throat his dick and asked if I can handle a nine inch dick. Of course I can and told him so. We continued taking turns sucking each other while he sometimes peeked out the booth door to find his buddy. When the buddy arrived we both took turns sucking him and, damn, inked Dad wasn’t kidding. This guy had a super huge dick. Nevermind that it was nine inches long it had to be close to seven inches around (I’m over five around and his was significantly thicker!) We shared super dick until we both got some cum the the buddy left. That’s when it got hot! I got inked Dad to fuck me up the ass. He slipped on a rubber cockring and gave it to me good. Held me by the shoulders tight and pushed deep into me when he bred me. But I wasn’t sure, to be honest, if he did load my ass. I’ve felt it when a man pumps me full and usually I can feel the shaft thicken and beat with each pump. This time I didn’t feel that so I was wondering if he did in fact breed me or was just saying that. Meanwhile he said that he hadn’t shot in about 5 days and filled me good. He took off after we exchanged contact information. Next up was this Greek man with a good enough dick – not too big, not too small. I sucked him for a good long time but I knew I wanted to get fucked more than anything else. He didn’t disappoint. Well, he did, kinda. See, he did fuck me but it was very, very sloshy (I couldn’t just feel it – I could hear it!!) And that’s when I realized that he was opening my hole and all the cum from the first guy was leaking out and being pumped around. It was SO fucking hot. But I think it turned him off cause he didn’t cum (though he said he did, he didn’t leave the ABS so I figured he really didn’t cum he just wanted an excuse to stop fucking me). Whatever. I have a great time! After that I continued on my way to see the client. The nice part about this trip is it required that I stay a couple of night in a hotel. The first night I managed to hook up twice. Good times, got fucked both times but nothing amazing. I mean it was your typical hotel hook up. But the next night, now that was awesome. While I was at the client’s the next day I posted on Craiglist explaining that I was looking to get fucked later on in my hotel room. Arranged for a few guys….now let’s see if I can remember it all in order because it was fucking amazing. First up was this bear who was hot looking and all but pissed me off because (like so many I find) he didn’t deliver. He wanted to bend over and take my fuck. What the hell. I load his ass then kicked him out of my room. I was pissed that I shot my load hoping this wouldn’t ruin the rest of my plans but it didn’t. LOL Next up was a man I’ve messed with before. He got a twenty-something bearded hottie to join him. I took two loads up the ass from the hottie. The other guy was so turned on watching me get fucked that he shot his load on my ass. That upset me (I was seriously in the mood to get my ass loaded but, what the hell, he did arrange for me to fucked by the hottie so I can’t be pissed at him)! After those two left another bearded bear stopped by to eat the loads out of my ass (which he did really, really well) and then proceeded to plant his own load in me. While he was eating my ass I went on Grindr and found a latin dude looking to unload. He came over and fucked me while the bear sucked my dick. Whew! I was in heaven. While I was getting fucked and sucked a SUPER hot Mexican tow truck driver I’ve met a few times arrived. I had arranged for him to come over but I wasn’t sure when he would get there. I pushed the latin dude and the bearded dad out so I could focus on the tow driver. Everytime we’ve met we played for hours and he totally used my hole. Last time he not only fucked me good but he unloaded a gallon of piss in my ass. Most times he wanted to fuck rougher than I was able to take – but this time I knew I was ready. I mean not only was my hole fully and completely lubed deep inside, but I was hungrier than I think I have ever been to get fucked and fucked and fucked. Unfortunately, tow driver was also superhorny. He slammed his dick into me rough (but this time I pushed back rather than pull away like I did once before) and almost immediately shot his load. Oh well. At least I got his load. So he took off. At that point I only had one other man coming over and he works all night. He was planning to stop by when he got off work, around 6am. I debated going to another ABS but I was reluctant to risk a hit or miss. I wanted to get fucked and not leave it to chance. So I came up with another plan. This plan, I figured, would attract the very type of man I wanted to get fucked by – a man with big balls (literally and figuratively). It was about 10pm when I used the ass pic I have here and posted it on Craigslist with an ad that simply said “Sleeping in Hotel Room.” For the location I listed the name of the hotel where I was staying. The text of the Craigslist posting was simple: “Alone in hotel room. Don’t bother emailing. I’ be asleep. Blindfolded. I sleep on my stomach. Room 423.” And then I fell asleep. Woke up some time later to hear someone stirring in the room. I could barely make out the outline of a MAN when I peeked out from the blindfold. Bear shaped, Go-t and strong, masculine hands (which I felt when he started to feel up my legs working his way up to my ass). He mounted me, slapped his dick against my ass until he started to harden and then he slipped inside. Fucked his load into me, grunted when he shot, got up and left. Score! Dozed off again and a little while later another man showed up. Did the deed and took off. Not to memorable except that I remember thinking that he wasn’t going to unload since he wasn’t getting hard. LOL I’m always wrong it seems. He went in semi-soft but must have hardened in me. When he pulled out I FELT him pull. He had one of those dicks that has a super fat head. When he pulled out I heard the POP sound. I reached under myself and sure enough there was cum dripping out of my ass and down over my balls. WOW! Since I was awake now I checked my email (didn’t want to miss out on any loads!) The guy who was supposed to show up after work at 6am got off work early and could come by 2. There was also an email from another guy who wanted to know if my hotel room posting was for real. I assured him that I was real and asked him to come over. He said he can be there in ten minutes. I said ‘I’ll probably be asleep in five so have fun.’ I replaced the blindfold and this time kept it on. I never got a glimpse but I did feel his dick getting fat and pulsing so I knew I was taking another load. Sometime after this I dozed back off and was awoken by a naked man standing next to my bed telling me he was glad he was able to get out of work early and that he didn’t want to have to wait till 6am to fuck me. So this was the guy I was waiting for. He was marveling at my ass and he asked how many loads I had taken. After I told him he says “Push the cum out, let me see.” So I push. Nothing. So I pushed a little harder and I heard a plop and some farting sounds. Next thing I know I hear the guy gasp and in his deep redneck voice I hear “Damn! I’ve only seen that in porn. Shit that’s a lot of cum.” I was grinning ear to ear. He mounted me and fucked me real good. Whew. Finally feeling satisfied. Figured I was done for the night. He left and I fell back asleep. Totally forgot about the Craigslist posting or the fact that my room door was still open. LOL Next thing I know I’m getting my legs rubbed and I hear grunting sounds of approval. I didn’t have the blindfold on and I turn around kinda confused. I could see the outline of a big man but in the darkness I couldn’t see him – not his face or anything, just one large dark outline. Stupid me. The guy was black so his skin and his workclothes just blended in the darkness and all I could make out was a hulk. And holy fuck his dick was just as big. He would only fuck me with a bag on but prepared myself for this. Earlier, when I prepared myself to get fucked I used an enema bottle to shoot a load of mineral oil in my hole. I learned awhile back that the mineral oil degrades the bag quickly. Sure enough he fucks me wearing a bag and it degrades – it just falls apart. But I think because he was so big (and he was!) and despite taking other loads I was still tight, he didn’t realize that it broke. If he had he would have stopped I’m sure because I was begging him to take the bag off and fuck me right. He wouldn’t. I think he was married to a woman. In any event he says he came and I think he did since he lost most of his hard on but I didn’t want him to go. I sucked his dick – it was longer than my two fists combined!! – and got him hard again and asked him to fuck me more (thinking he would go raw this time). But, no, another bag. He fucked for awhile then pulled out saying he wanted to give me the second load in my mouth. He said this because I had showed him how I could push his semi-hard dick actually into my throat and he loved that. So I did it again until he unloaded a huge load in my mouth. The he took off. Whew. What a great trip.

'Happy milf ! Love bareback more and more to the point I can't even have any motivation in protected sex ... you know ;-)' YES, I know. There is a point in life when you abdicate a potential fuck if it isn't raw.

This happened today at the gym hehe. A sexy black guy and I eyed each other as we walked past each other in the locker room entrance. I saw lust in his eyes, I saw his nice ass. I caught him looking at me again as I was turning the corner out of the locker room. I was horny and thought, why not find out if he wants to play? I walked back in and found him at the urinals. We caught each other looking over at each other, and I noticed he lowered his basketball shorts even more after my first peek over ... exposing that luscious, petite yet bubbly ass. I was definitely getting horny, and he saw it. He then walked away but toward the showers. He walked into a change station, pretty big one, but I didn't hear him lock the door. Checked to ensure no one was watching, and I quickly walked in and locked the door behind me. I barely turned around when he pulled down my shorts (no underwear when I workout) and started sucking my dick. Damn he's a pro lol. I had to bite my lips to avoid moaning loudly. I grabbed his head with both hands, held his head steady, and started fucking his face. He has no gag reflex, which was hot. I stopped after a minute. I led him to the bench in the change station and pulled down his shorts. Ooh I dove face first in that ass. Loved it ... sweaty and salty, yet clean. Just how I like my sluts. I stopped rimming him after a few minutes and just slid in his ass. Nice and tight, but I wanted to break him. About halfway in I simply forced the rest of my dick in to the hilt. He whimpered a bit, which made me even more horny. I bent over just enough to grab his shoulders, arched his ass up a bit, and simply drilled his ass. At this point I couldn't care less that people could hear the sound of my balls smacking his ass. I just wanted to bust a nut, so I only lasted a few minutes. I squeezed his throat, spit on his back, and slammed home. I flooded his ass good lol. Cum was dripping out of his ass. Hot. I pulled out and ordered him to clean up. He sucked me a bit, cleaned me off while jerking his dick. I told him I wanted his load ... just as he was about to bust he pushed me down on my knees and shoved his dick in my mouth. I think he was trying to choke me, his load was so big. I swallowed it, pulled up my shorts, and left to complete my workout. Great cardio session!

* continued Finally I'm getting dicked! I got some earlier, but now both ends; things are looking up!!! I've got 9" in my Cum Hole pushing the previous loads down my quivering thighs. And a good fat 8" in my throat swelling more and more! Now out of the corner of my eye on my right I can make out; 4,5,6, or more circling around me. As they come in around me some grab at me, some start in; "your a horny little hole, aren't you!" "You love that cock in you don't you slut!" "We are going to fuck you till daylight, then take you to another party and let them have you!" Just then Sam starts pounding me from behind growling, "who's gonna Fuck this tight little Cum Hole next!" As he thrusts in me past the hilt and holds; I can feel him pulse as his Cum fills me with sticky goodness! I keep grinding as he slips from me and moves aside. The one in my throat starts, "gnee gnee gnoooohh yeah!" filling my throat till it fills my mouth and runs out down my chin and onto my chest * to be continued

Never really been a huge fan or watersports - I had only tried it with my second bf several years ago when he asked me to piss on him. He knew I had never done it before and convinced me to do it. After I'm done, he asked me what my thoughts were and I told him: it didn't bother me but at the same time I wasn't sure I would like being on the receiving end of it. So every now and then I'd piss on him but that was the end of it after he and I parted ways. I never thought about watersports again until recently. About 2 months ago I met this guy on BBRTS. He was visiting from out of town and came over on a Saturday night. A friend of mine was supposed to join us for a 3way but couldn't make it so it' was just my guest out of town and I. We partied, from smoking meth to doing some G. He fucked me all night and gave me several loads. At one point, after the 4th or 5th load, he stayed inside me. Then I started feeling pressure. I let out a "What the fuck!" before I realized what he was doing. I was not happy and I let him know that, but there was something about using me as an urinal for cum and piss dump that felt nasty but intimate and erotic. I felt like a proud, new pig in the making and I was loving it. I was just a tad disappointed that he had just washed away the 4 or 5 loads he'd planted earlier. But he didn't pull out - he stayed inside me until I could no longer hold it. Just before I got up I started feeling like I was flying. "Are you high yet?" he asked me. He and I continued fucking and partying well into the morning and part of the afternoon. And guess what? He pissed in me again that afternoon. I have a newfound respect for watersports, though I'll admit I'm not sure I would like it any other way. Give it to me while buried balls deep in me and with a nice concentration of chems. But next time let me know before you do it.

Just got home after getting fucked hard about an hour ago. Started with making out with the guy I met on BBRT, he was an awesome kisser... we went from the door to his bedroom without stopping to catch our breath. Somehow we ended up on his bed with him giving me an awesome rimjob. We both sucked each other before he rubbed his cock up and down my hole with me pushing back and eventually catching his cock with my hole. He slid in his 9in little by little. I took a few hits of the poppers then he slammed into me as I backed in into him in one thrust. He went at it inside me for a good 45 mins to an hour before he announced that he was cumming and asked me "Where I wanted his poz load?" I looked at him deep his eyes and said "Deep inside me, don't pull out". That caused him to slam into me and unloaded a massive load while making out with me for another 10 more minutes. I wrapped my legs around his back and locked it so he couldn't pull out. Eventually he pulls out bends down and gives me an amazing blow job which I ended up unloading into his mouth. He came back up and shared it with me and we laid there for a bit before we both got dressed. When we got to the door, he pulls me in and we make out some more and I thought until next time, but things got really hot and heavy once again and he pulls down my pants and push me up against the wall and slid it right in for round 2. After about 15 mins, he grabs me while he is still inside and bends me over his couch and proceeds to long dick me with me begging for his second load. This time it went on for a lot longer than the first. I kept hitting the poppers because I was starting to feel the pain of being fucked for a long time. Eventually he tells me "Ready for it?" I tell grabbed him and pulled him towards me right as he slams home and unloads his second poz load of the night. Drove home with his load leaking out of me so I pulled over and shoved a butt plug in.

Part 5 The twins left right after graduation ended around 9 pm. The drive here was going to take them about 4-5 hours. We waited for their arrival so that we could celebrate their new found freedom living with us. It was nice to finally see the twins in person for the first time. Chase last saw them when they were only 2 years old. We welcomed them into our home (bustling with all the activities of uninhibited sex going on). We could tell the twins were ‘over’ stimulated as we helped them with what little they brought with them up to our residence above the company work space. We could see the excitement in their eyes and the growing bulges in their shorts. We knew we couldn’t contain them for very much longer. We made sure they were ok with what was about to happen and they couldn’t have been more excited. The plan was to have them put on their own sex show entitled, ‘Twins Last Neg Breading’ tonight. Then they would be introduced to Miss Tina for the first time right before they would start taking poz cock from their father and uncle. We set them up in a video room and told them to have fun. After the sun came up they had filled each other with enough neg cum for Chase and I to use as lube. We let them get a little something to eat and a quick rinse all the while a couple of butt plugs kept their cum from leaking out. After their shower we could tell that they were tired, but it was time for Tina and the boys weren’t ones to disappoint us. We wanted to start them off with some smoking and shards in their asses, but they would have nothing to do with any of that shit. They were direct and asked us to slam them into the stratosphere. A asked them if they were sure about going directly to slamming, but what surprised me the most was when Chase went for the tourniquet, alcohol prep and the prepared points. Not one to argue with the boy’s father I got extra Viagra for us while the boys got comfortable on the large bed we had set up for this part of the weekend show. As the cameras were rolling we each took a twin and began to prep them for their introduction to chem sex. The twins watched us as we applied a tourniquet to our intended twin’s arm. We watched their expression as the tightness made their well prominent veins bulge out right before we wiped them with a cool alcohol pad. Chase and I were in sync as we found a good vein and slipped the point into the vein, as we explained the process to the boys along with what to expect. I could see Chase’s cock throb as we both got that familiar red flash. We didn’t need to speak as we slowly pushed the contents of those fat slams into the twins. I originally figured that when we got to slamming the boys we’d start them with small slams of .25, but chase had pulled out the big ones he had prepared that were at least .50 (maybe more). Once the points were empty and pulled from their home we put a little pressure on each injection site as we raised our twin’s arm and Chase said ‘Ready or not, here we go!’ as we release the tourniquet (almost) simultaneously. Both boys began a strong coughing fit as we soothed and rubbed their bodies. The change in them was instantaneous. It looked like the twins had similar experiences with their first slam as they simply exclaimed ‘OH FUCK!’ and ‘FUCK YEAH!’. We could see their cocks shrivel up and their hands begin to roam all over their own bodies as their sensations went into overdrive. First we told the boys to kiss each as Chase and I kissed. Then we each shared a passionate kiss with our twin before changing to kiss the other twin. Then we had them start to suck and work our cock that were already rock hard and dripping. I wasn’t sure how long it would be before we began fucking the boys. The plan was to get them to the point where they begged us to fuck them. We maneuvered the boys so that while we got sucked by the twin we slammed, the other twin could get rimmed at the same time. So while I got sucked by my slam victim I rimmed his brother and likewise with Chase rimming my slamee. We easily had the boys moaning like cheap sluts at a frat party. After a good 10 minutes of rimming Chase’s twin was the first to ask when he was going to get fucked. We rimmed both boys over 30 minutes when we let them know that they would get fucked when they asked properly. They were a little lost at how we wanted them to ask and it took another 10 to 15 minutes before my twin guessed correctly and asked me to fuck his neg cunt with my poz cock. He continued to let me know that he needed me to knock him up with my poz babies. The twin sucking Chase quickly followed his brother’s example and we knew that they were ready. We got the twins on all fours facing each other as we began to ready them for their first poz fuck of their life. We were able to watch the face of our opposite twin’s face (as well as each other) as we each began to slowly enter their neg hole. The boys were so fresh, clean and so neg. Chase and I were now inside a twin where only his brother had been. No one other than family ever fucked these holes. By the time we were done with them they’d be bleeding cum. We took our time as we slowly fucked each boy while they were able to not only look at each other eye to eye, but make out with each other while getting fucked. The scene had each of us turned on. Chase was the first to blow his poz seed inside his own son’s ass. This got me going and about 5 minutes later I blew my poz seed in my nephew’s ass. It seemed as if the boys knew what to do next as they switched sides of the bed and the twin I had bred sucked his father’s cock clean, while the twin Chase had bred began to suck my cock clean. It no time I was hard again and was sure Chase would be too as I got my twin on his back. It was time for a proper fucking. Chase soon followed getting his son on his back as I was already balls deep inside the freshly bred hole of my 18 year old nephew. This fuck was going to last longer and allowed for us to share in some kisses with, not only the twin we were fucking, but the twin the other was fucking as well as each other. This also allowed for the twins to kiss some more. Before we were done with the boys for this first exposure to chem sex, each one took a total of 6 load, 3 loads from each Chase and I. We could see that the twins were fading as we were ready to move to the last phase of their welcoming party.

The next day I could hardly concentrate on my work, thinking about what I'd done and the risks I'd taken. But at the same time, my cock was rock hard with excitement and when 5 0'clock came, I couldn't resist going back to the toilet. It was getting dark, but I saw several men go inside as I nervously smoked a cigarette and got up the courage to go in too. After a while, when no-one had come out, the curiosity of what might be happening got the better of me and I went through the doorway. It was gloomy, not pitch black like the night before, but the same smell of piss, poppers and sweat assailed my nostrils and my heart beat fast with excitement. The small space was filled with men, clustered around in a group. I heard the unmistakable grunts and moans of men engaged in sex and pushed forward to see what was happening. I gasped when I saw chubby, smoothed-skinned twink bending forward, naked from the waist down as a skinny old man held him around the waist and energetically fucked his fat arse. He must have been 18 or 19, short with blond hair which was matted over his brow. His eyes were bright with fear and lust and I saw bottles of poppers being jammed under his nose. The spiders had caught a fly, I thought, and now they were spinning their nitrate web around the lad as he sagged in helpless lust between their old, diseased bodies. The man fucking him gave a grunt and his hips spasmed in orgasm. When he pulled out, a gush of sperm dripped over the twink's testicles and onto the filthy floor. There was a scramble and then a black guy in a filthy polo shirt dropped his shorts, rubbed the thick cock below his bulging belly and slid it up the glistening hole, driving a low moan of pain and surrender from the sweating twink. I watched, fascinated as the black guy thrust in and out in a primeval rythym as the others urged him on. He gasped and shuddered in ecstasy then staggered back and I found myself in the front of the queue. Hands opened my belt and dragged my trousers and pants down and gnarled fingers guided my throbbing cock into the gaping, wet hole, as other hands pushed my bottom forward until I was sheathed in a delicious, hot, wet tunnel.After a few thrusts, I couldn't hold back and I spurted and spurted, and added my sperm to the toxic brew in the twink's backside.

*My first story here. Mostly true, I think, but I was so high l can't be sure. So I'm posting it here. Hope it amuses... My favorite dealer is from a few years back when I spent 4 months in New Orleans. I'd only slammed few times by then and it'd been several months since then. I was bartending part time to keep busy and as a way to meet people. One guy who became a regular for me was a real hot late-30's slim tattooed shaved-head dealer who lived across the street from the bar in The French Quarter. When I was needing supplies I'd stop at his place after my shift where I'd hang out do we got to know each other a bit. I could sort of tell I wasn't his type. But we got along well enough for him to admit his favorite scene was to get a straight customer high enough that he'd let the dealer fuck him. He told me many stories of his successes but he had one new customer that he hadn't been able to close the deal with yet. The guy was our age, dark, hairy, a delivery man for a beer company and straight. Married-with-a-kid-and-another-one-on-the-way straight. But the guy liked his Tina and would hang out for hours getting high and pawing his crotch every time he made buy. It was driving my pal crazy; he was sure he could get into the guy's shorts with a bit of help. I told him an idea that might just get him over the hump and into his hole. And it worked out pretty well. The hottie usually stopped by when his last shift of the week was over, early afternoon on Thursdays. My shift was done at 1pm that day (New Orleans hours) which gave me an hour to get myself ready. By the time he walked in I was already half naked, on my knees and sucking my bud's cock. The guy didn't seem turned off or even too surprised. He just did his business and asked if he could hang a bit and blow some clouds, which is exactly what we hoped for. The guys kept chatting, I kept sucking and we all kept smoking. My pal kind of hinted that I was a bit of a Tina whore who earned my way by entertaining the dealer anyway he wanted. After a bit the dealer slid his hand down my spine to my butthole and started to finger me. Then he took a big rock and slipped it up my hole. The new guy hadn't ever seen a booty bump before but from the sound of it he was unzipping his fly in his excitement. In fact my dealer had me taking his shorts off while I kept sucking him but I got a good look at the guy across the room on the couch. 7" uncut, thick, hairy and juicy. The guy's eyes were black and laser-focused on us, especially when my pal turned around and buried my face in his ass. Well the newbie went nuts over that, said he'd never seen anyone do it though he'd heard of it and always fantasized about a tongue licking his shitter. He dropped his shorts and stood next to us to get a good view. The dealer said, "You should try some of this," meaning me. "He's one high cock-hungry bitch." The dealer grabbed my hair and swung my face in front of this straight, veined, slick cock. I held my mouth open and reached with my tongue for this perfect slab of mancock until the guy gave in and stuffed it down my throat. Pretty soon he remembered my rim-job and turned around. But here's where the next step out my plan came into play. I backed away and said, "Sorry. I'd love to but I only eat clean hole." But the guy was too high and too horned to let that stop him. I mean he begged a bit but I stuck to my plan. Now the dealer stepped in and suggested that he clean up in the shower. I even offered to show him how I do it since I needed a little break. So I took him to the bathroom and introduced him to the shower hose, making it look like no big deal. I left him in there alone and came out to wait for the plan to pay off. After 10 minutes the shower shut off and the guy came out in a towel still wet. But we were ready for him. We had a fresh full pipe to hand him and while he sat back on the couch my friendly dealer surprised him again. He tied off my arm and stuck a full rig I'm my vein so the new guy could watch. He said, "Watch this. He'll do anything we want after this." He then pressed down the plunger and popped the strap. WOW it must have been a big one cuz my eyes went won my and my ears rang and I coughed more than ever before. I guess it was my reward for bringing home the prize. All I wanted was cock and I crawled across the floor to the couch and that last cock I could remember sucking, which was lucky cuz I still had a job to do. I buried my face in his pubes with his half-hard dick in my throat, gagging and sputtering and moaning. My pal then came up behind me and fingered more tina in my hole. The guy on the couch was smoking away on the pipe and groaning as much as I was when my bud pulled his fingers out and stuffed his cock in. One long shove all the way to the bottom. That was my cue to lick down past the guy's balls to his taint and then to his furry cherry hole. I licked, I sucked, I nibbled and I tongued away for a long while I think. I know I had my spit all over my face and dripping off my chin. That's when I started fingering him too. Not much to start but eventually I had a finger from each hand and my tongue in there tasting the pink meat. The guy was groaning and tossing hires had around. I pulled back enough to show my progress to the guy dickin me from behind. That's when he tagged me out and went in for some butt-munching of his own. That was also my cue to slip away, grab my few clothes and the little bag of tina (that in fact I'd paid him for) plus a little sumthin-sumthin unexpected- another fully-loaded rig, I guess to show his gratitude. Gotta love this guy. Thus I left him to his own devices. High as I was I knew I wasn't heading home. I went to the old Midtown Spa, the sleazier of the two available. On Thursdays they rented rooms at half price so all the nastiest men crawled out from under their rocks. Plus a more colorful crowd went there and I loves me some BBC in need of white hole to breed. And I got plenty. Also later I heard the outcome of the great plan. It all went as hoped. In fact the newbie stayed most of the night getting higher and getting fucked. He even showed up at my work one day looking for action. But that's another story.

Weekend with the Boss and his Friends I had been working hard at the office lately, lots of long nights of overtime. That, no doubt, gave my boy plenty of evenings alone, all FILLED with fun, I'm sure. I would get home around midnight, and he's be in bed. I'd nuzzle up behind him, the room full of the scent of man-cum, getting me instantly hard. I would sandwich my cock in his slippery crack, already wet with someone else's jizz. Some nights he'd let me add to the loads simmering inside, some night's he'd roll over and go back to sleep, leaving me hard and horny. One of those nights, I logged online on my phone and chatted dirty with some POZ daddy friends, jerking myself off with my slutty boy asleep beside me. At the end of a particularly busy Thursday, after a few weeks of this, my boss knocked on my office door. He's a stud, but I'd never done anything with him except for a few flirty comments and a crotch grope at last year's drunken Christmas party. Jack is a solid 6'-0” of muscle, broad shoulders, wide chest, and slim waist, buzzed sandy brown hair flecked with a hint of silver. He sometimes leaves the office at lunch to work out, changing in his corner office into his sweats and coming back the same way. I can get hard just smelling him walk back in afterwards, slightly sweaty and glistening, before he showering in his personal bathroom and changing back into his custom suits. So fucking sexy. Jack told me his wife was out of town for the weekend, and he wanted to know if I wanted to join him for a long weekend at his beach house. He was going to be inviting some friends over and thought my boy and I would make the perfect addition to the party. He told me his frat buddies from back in his college days would be joining. We would drive out there together after lunch on Friday. He raised his eyebrows, which led me to think they had gotten up to some fun times and this weekend might be a repeat of that. He describe Chet and Sam to me and I could swear I saw a swelling bulge in his trousers. He was me looking, winked and smiled, saying, “Showing you and your... friend... will be the highlight of the weekend. Promise.” I realized that I hadn't introduced my boss, Jack, to my boy and wondered how he might know what kind of highlights my boy could offer... I accepted and called my boy to tell him about our new weekend plans. After a few rings, he breathlessly picked up the phone. “Did you run to get the phone,” I asked. “Umm... (pant pant pant) something like that.” “Are you entertaining right now?” “Uggggg....” I told him to have a good time not to make plans for the weekend. “Uh huh... YES. YES. YES,” was all I heard in response and he hung up. I knew he'd be full of cum by the time I got home. I finished up my work, and without calling my boy, headed home. As I neared my house, I saw a beat-up truck pulling out of the driveway, driven by a sexy blond hunk. As our cars passed, he signaled to roll down my window. “That slut is taking all loads. He's all slicked up. I left two HOT loads in his hole for the next guy to work in deeper. Enjoy yourself.” The hunk smiled and drove off. I parked the car on the street, and quietly let myself in the house. All of the lights were off except for the hall to the bedroom. And there, found my boy on all fours, ass up, fingering his loosened hole. “Party's over, or it's just beginning” I whispered as I stripped out of my suit and tie and climbed on the bed behind him. “Now, I've got one more dude planning on seeding my hole. Do you mind?” “Not at all.” I heard a car motor shutting off as I teased his slack pussy with my cock, covering my glans with globs of cum and heard the front door open. I backed off and stood in a dark corner of the bedroom. To my surprise, Jack walked into my bedroom, in his sweats, fresh from the gym, sporting a huge hard on, poking out his pants. “You ready for my load, boy?” “Yeah, Jack. Fill me up.” So these two had met before.... Jack pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing his wide furry chest and pulled his sweats down. My nose was met with the sexy smell of his sweat as he lurched forward and slammed his bare cock all the way in my boy's sloppy hole. I rock hard, oozing precum, and worked the gobs of the hunk's cum all over my dick. I worked my cock as I watched my hunky boss push a stranger's HOT cum deeper in my boy's willing hole. “You sloppy cumpig,” Jack growled as he pumped away. “Your ass is so wet. How many loads you got up there?” “Enough,” my boy whimpered as his face was pushed into our bed. “You're gonna get one more!” I watched as Jack's ass hammered away, his big hairy balls slapping my boys thighs. “Take it! Take it all!!!!” He pumped forward a few more times, his low-hangers dancing, as he bred my boy. I was about to cum, and had to hold my cock tight to keep from blasting off. Jack wiped his sweaty brow with his beefy hairy arm and pulled out of my boy's ass with a wet plop. He pulled up his sweats, saying, “You boys are going to be the life of my little party this weekend. If you haven't caught the bug yet, you'll be sure to get something from my old buddies, Chet and Sam. They're bigger whores that you could ever hope to be.” My boy rolled over, working three fingers into his hole with one hand and furiously fisting his rod with the other. He looked up at Jack smiling, “I can't wait.” Jack leaned over and roughly forced his tongue into my boy's mouth. My boy came instantly, shooting his wad all over Jack's heaving chest. Jack worked the load into his chest hair, kissing my boy fiercely, and then pulled on his shirt and left without a word. As soon as I heard the front door close, I pounced on my boy, shoving my slimy cock into his slack loose hole. He was so used I could barely feel anything, just sloshing my dick around in a sea of cum. He helped out my pulling his hole wide and shoving two fingers from each hand inside himself. The new tightness, mixed with the thought of the hunk's HOT loads mixing with my boss's brought be off in seconds and I added my spooge to the mix. “Wanna pack now or in the morning,” I asked as I caught my breath. “Pack what. With this kind of party we won't need much.” “An overnight bag? Maybe a swimsuit.” “If that,” he yawned. “I know for sure what we won't be needing.” “What's that?” “Condoms.” With that, I lay down beside him. We drifted off to sleep in a puddle of cum and ass juice. My cock stayed hard all night, looking forward what was sure to be an eventful weekend. To be continued...

My apologies for the first version of this story. If the moderators will kindly indulge me, I'd like to rewrite parts of this and make it better. Thank you. 1997 I was 23 when I graduated college and landed a great job in a Midwestern city. I was young, not bad-looking and optimistic about life in general. I was (and still am) gay, but had no gay friends or any gay experience - which was fine. My greatest love at that time was routine: I loved doing the same thing every day in the same way. I'll share some wisdom with you now: your rut is a gift. Be happy if you're in a rut because that means nothing is disrupting your life. Visits to the dentist, colds, funerals, accidents, and so on take you out of your routine. The downside to this way of life is that you also have to let happy diversions go by. It can be a lonely philosophy because it means politely declining invitations to parties, happy hour gatherings or anything spontaneous. It's a sacrifice I was always willing to make. On this particular day I got out of work at 5:15 PM, as always, and drove home the same route I regularly took, when suddenly my car started to make a weird noise. Panic rose in my chest as the noise got increasingly loud. At that moment I was driving through a heavily-Mexican neighborhood and was near an auto mechanic shop called 'Mendez and Sons', so I pulled in thinking to myself 'Shit! I'll miss the TV reruns I had intended to watch that evening', but first I had to be able to get home. As I parked the car I glanced around the garage. Clearly it had been in business for a few years and it wasn't all that busy. Turning off the engine and noticed a little puff of smoke escaping from under the hood. A guy about my age came out from inside the garage and greeted me asking "You got a problem?" He was Latin, tall, skinny and had ears that were so large, they seemed to protrude comically. "I think so. The engine just started making a banging noise and I just saw some smoke from under the hood." "I see." I tried to read the inflection of his voice. Was this super bad? I couldn't exactly afford a new car now. "Can you take a look at it?" "Let me get my brother," he replied. I hated this. I wanted to be home, ordering Chinese food and watching my shows. And then I saw the brother. He was probably 30 and gorgeous, had a trace of a goatee, light brown skin and was at least 6'3". He did not resemble his younger brother except that the two of them were a similar height. "Hi, I'm Kevin. Can you take a look at my car?" "El told me about your problem and it sounds like an issue with your rings or your carburetor to me. That takes time to repair and we close in an hour." "Oh." I could barely believe how much this sucked. I guess I could call a cab or try to get the car to another garage which was open late. He saw the defeat in my face and suggested "Tell you what. Pull into that first bay and I'll do what I can now." I did and looked around. All the workers were tall, Latin and about the same shade of brown, and they were all young and handsome -- except for big-eared 'El'. They wore matching blue coveralls. The helpful guy with whom I had just spoken approached me, wiping his hands with a rag. "I'm Mike. I guess I run the place and all these guys are my little brothers." "Who's the dad?" "Oh, the 'Mendez' in the name of this place is my mom. She owns the shop -- got it from one of the guys she married. She's Mexican and loved marrying and making babies with white guys. I'm the oldest and so it's pretty much MY place." That explained a lot. As curious as I was to hear more, I wanted to get out of here and be home. I popped the hood and let Mike get to work. "We got a waiting room to your right. There's a TV, magazines and a pop machine." I went there. The TV was on a Spanish-speaking channel and I didn't bother changing it. I just watched and fell into kind of a trance from the monotony of all the quick talking that I couldn't understand. I must have nodded off because eventually big Mike had to shake me awake. I forgot where I was for a second. "The good news is that it's just a few bad hoses that need replaced. Won't cost you too much. Bad news is that we don't have one of them and had to order it. It might be tomorrow when we get it or the next day." "Oh. Well I guess I need the number of a cab then." "Here's an idea. Come home with us. It's a big house right up the street and Mama always cooks lots of food. There'll be a bed for you to sleep in and everything." No. I wanted to go home. But this was such a nice gesture that I pretty much had to accept the invitation. "Okay, great. Thanks. Let's go." "It'll be fine. You'll see. Come on. Do you work tomorrow? I can drop you off." "Yeah, but nobody is ever there on Fridays. I can take a vacation day and just report it Monday." "Then that's that. Let me lock up. Go wait outside with the guys." So I stood on the sidewalk with the foursome who all introduced themselves: Mark, Matt, Luke and, of course, El, who stood right next to me like we were old buddies or something. Close up, I could see that he'd pierced his giant ear several times. Why he wanted to draw attention to those things was beyond me, but I was a guest and had no right to judge. Mike finished up with his nightly duties and joined us. This was their routine, and I respected that. We all turned a corner and headed up a hill. Mike took me back and told me to retie my shoe or something so the others could move a little ahead in the dying daylight. He wanted to talk privately. "I have another brother. He is a useless human being who spends all his time in the basement playing video games. He resents me because I wouldn't hire him. He has so many felonies for drugs and shit that I can't trust him around tools and shit. All my brothers have records. Assault, DUIs, domestic violence, and shoplifting. They're all good men with bad mistakes in their past. I've been charged with rape twice, but they were just bitches who were mad that I wouldn't fuck them a second time. Charges were dropped, but my name must be on some registry somewhere I'm sure. Sucks." "God, I'm so boring compared to your family. I do nothing and aspire to nothing except to live a normal life." "Did you ever model? You're not built, but you've got the kind of hair that could sell shampoo to bald men." El kept turning around and looking at me from a few feet ahead. He seemed to want to hang but with us, but Mike gave him a look to stay ahead of us. "You all have biblical names except for El, What's that about?" "His real name is "Luke", but we call him 'El' because he's got big ears like an elephant. I remember the man my mom brought home to make him. Ugliest motherfucker ever. He didn't last long, but then baby El showed up and he's family after all. But I'l probably have to let him go soon. He's sick and has no plans to get himself better. Poor bastard." We were approaching the house. This was my last chance to say something. "I'm gay, Mike." "Like I already didn't know that. We're a very sexual people in this area and can pick up on lots of clues." Then we got up the steps to steps of a pretty impressive house, Mike moved to the front and opened the giant door. The Mom greeted us looking slightly peeved. She was an older Mexican lady with a bright red wig and high heels. Big Mike stopped to talk to her in heated Spanish, but she was pissed and made a motion to a stack of Pizza Hut boxes on the kitchen table. She blurted out a few abuses, but they didn't seem to bother any of the brothers. El come up to my side and told me that her date for the night had canceled on her. He put his hand on my back and told me that we were all banished to the basement for the night. He and Mike led me down into the basement, which had been nicely finished with plush carpeting, four big sofas and a huge TV. In front of the TV was the guy who I guessed was the unemployable brother. He barely glanced up and looked annoyed at my presence. "Goddamn, guys. You couldn't find a decent woman to bring?" "This is going to be a 'guys only' night, Peter. So shut the fuck up," El said sharply. Mike spread out the pizza boxes and told us all to dig in. I ate a piece in the time it took the others to wolf down as many as three. Well, they worked hard and probably didn't get much time to have lunch. "Movie!" somebody called out. El took it upon himself to hit the remote and suddenly we were watching a hetero porn. It was kind of old and there were no condoms in sight. Big, beefy dudes fucked little petite beauties. Although it wouldn't have been my choice for a shared movie experience, it wasn't anything that I would call repulsive. It was set in a locker room. El fished a huge bottle of tequila out of a cabinet and we passed it around. I could barely get the first swallow down, but the second went down better. the third was great. Except for the stupid video, this was all in all, a very pleasant experience. I took a minute to excuse myself and use the basement bathroom. When I got back, I noticed they had all taken their shoes off and three of them were rubbing their crotches. I played it cool and didn't stare. I was getting a bit of a boner myself, but not because I was in the presence of so many hard dicks belonging to hot men. We had almost polished off the whole bottle of booze when the loser brother piped up and said "So, are we going to fuck him soon? I got plans later." Mike leaned close and whispered "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you're scared, go up to the first bedroom on the left and lock the door. They're all drunk and kind of crazy." And then Mike stood up and spoke to the group. "Ask Kevin if wants to do it with us first". Mike looked right at Peter and added "Ask nicely." "Dude, can I fuck you now. Please?" He stood up and started getting undressed. I had no idea what to think -- so I let my instincts do the thinking for me. I was incredibly aroused. "OK. But I've never been fucked before." That caused some general rumbling and whispers among the brothers. "Get on the floor and on your knees," Peter instructed. I was still fully-clothed, but did as I was told. Peter was completely naked when he walked over to me with his big boner bouncing with every step. "Here we go," I thought to myself. He turned around and said "Eat my ass." What? I'd never ever thought of doing that. Not ever. He was mostly hairless back there. I put my face between his butt cheeks and started putting my tongue on his hole. The taste wasn't as bad as I thought it would. It was a little sweaty though. He groaned a little and that gave me confidence to really go for it. I kissed his little pucker and then put my tongue as far into the hole as far as I could. "Oh God, yes! The good thing about Mike bringing gay dudes here is that they will always eat ass. Girls never will. Feels so good. Stop now or I'll cum." I pulled away and remained on my knees. He turned back around and put that giant hard dick against my lips with the order "Suck that, fucker." This was harder than just using my lips and tongue. I had to open wide and get as much of his organ into my mouth as I could. He put his hands on my head and urged me on further. I was afraid that he was going to insist that I take it all, but he seemed happy with how far I got. He started thrusting his hips back and forth faster and faster. "Oh SHIT! I'm gonna CUM!" He gripped my head even tighter and made one final jab before I felt the warm, thick fluid in my mouth. My first taste of semen. He stayed still and it just kept filling my mouth. I swallowed. "Damn! That was nice. Sorry I didn't get a chance to fuck your virgin ass, but I couldn't hold it in anymore." He got dressed and I wiped my mouth on my shirt. When I looked around, I saw that were all standing around naked, hard and stroking. I thought it was weird that they were enjoying the sight of their brother have sex. I guess this had happened before. Regularly. Mike announced he was next. "Take off your clothes and get back on the floor. Matt, go get one of the pool towels from the closet upstairs." He sat down on the couch and I was just there kneeling before him. Naked. He stretched one leg out and said, "Rub my feet. They ache." I guess this is what we were doing until the towel arrived. I massaged his giant bare foot and he made sounds of pure pleasure, "Suck my toes." That was my first taste of toe. I did it. It wasn't nasty at all....a mixture of soap and maybe some sweaty funk. I did both feet, and about the time I was finishing-up Matt appeared with the towel. What now? "That felt awesome. Women don't do that shit either. Now eat my ass for a little bit." He remained seated on the couch and spread his legs. I was so hard, I was afraid I'd cum right then and there. Moving forward a bit, I approached eating his ass in the same manner I had undertaken when I serviced Peter. However, as I liked Mike more than Peter, I probably put more passion into the service. I should mention Mike's ass crack was abundantly hairier than his brother's. After just a minute or so of being serviced Mike surprised me when he called out "Stop. Stop." I backed away as he stood. For the first time I received a close view of his penis. It was bigger than any of the others'. "Just suck it for a few seconds. I want to save my cum for your insides." I swallowed the head and maybe two inches of the shaft when he stood, spread the towel on the floor and told me to lay on my back. Producing a tube of lotion from somewhere, he smeared a bit on his fat dick head, as well as squirting a big glob on my ass. "Work that in a little. We'll try to make this as easy on you as possible." And then his huge body hovered over mine, blocking out the overhead light. I felt that dick prod my hole. 'Here we go', I thought as he shoved it in. The pain almost killed me. I tried to scream, but only a gasp of air came out of my mouth. Mike was not insensate - his cock lodged in my ass, he remained perfectly still, stroking my legs and lower torso as he cooed "The worst is over. Relax, relax." As much as I tried, I couldn't get used to it, but even as I thought I had reached the end of my endorance, the 'adjustment' was happening, so when Mike's cock resumed fucking my hole, I only whimpered a few times, and my protests were far less intense. An expert in calming bottoms, Mike gently urged "SShh. Sshhh. It'll feel better soon. I promise." And he was right. It started to not be awful and then it started to feel good. I knew I would cum soon and hoped Mike would also. Within minutes he had gone from a gentle fucking motion to a very vigorous assault on my ass. I shot my load right before he did. Inside. He let himself collapse fully on top of my body. He was heavy, but I felt pure bliss. Maybe soreness as well, but mostly happiness. At last it had happened to me. When Mike and I disengaged and got to our feet, I noticed two points, first, there was a big circle of blood in the middle of the towel, and second, of the spectator brothers, only El was still present. Addressing the two of us, Mike said to me "Go to the bathroom and clean up a little, Kevin," as he then turned to El and asked "Where did everybody go?" "They shot their loads while you were fucking him," El replied. Mike announced he was going to shower and go to bed, but before he left he said "You are El's now. Good night and have fun." He picked up the bloody towel and left. I went to the bathroom and used wet toilet paper to wipe up my ass and legs. When I got back, El was standing there with my clothes bunched in his arms. "Let's go up to my room." I followed him up a few floors and couldn't help but notice how bony his body was. His butt was perfect though. I hoped he wanted it eaten too. Once we were under the covers, he started smothering me with kisses. I worried that my mouth had had asses and dicks and cum in it. But he knew that and had seen everything. I kissed him with what I was feeling like was passion. He was really turning me on. "You know why they always make me go last? It's because I have AIDS." I guess I probably already knew that. "We've shared so many people, that I'm pretty sure all of us have the virus -- even the Great Mike. I'm the only one with symptoms so they make me the final guy to fuck. We don't have to, but I sure would like to have sex with you, Kevin." "Yes. I want you to fuck me." I've never been so certain of something. I kissed his entire body, head to toe, giving El the highest level of service I could, after which, as I lay on my back, El crouched between my legs, lifted them up, leaned forward, and entered my hole. It didn't hurt nearly as bad this time around. I really got a chance to enjoy being fucked, and we grunted, groaned and moaned in delight. Then my cock blew its load - for a second time that night, which apparently triggered El's explosion as he muttered "Oh yeah, baby. I'm giving you my seed...right....NOW!" It was the most intense moment of my life. I now understood why it's not a terrible idea to break routine once and a while. We just stayed in that position and kissed for a long time. "Just so you know...your car's already fixed. Mike tricked you, but I'm so glad he did. You're part of the Mendez family. It's in your DNA now." We were falling asleep, but my final thought was that I sure hoped my car would break down again soon.

I too am multi-racial when it cums to f-buds. And ... I love the sight of my paler skin against a darker skin tome. It is such a horny sight and I reckon it seems to add a good 25% or more to my load and makes me more determined to go deep & wide if I am fisting. Its awesome to watch my throbbing dick or my well lubed arm gradually disappear inside a beautiful black-brown tunnel

Okay so I'm still a horny bastard. I'm a guy with needs lol. Still talking with the 20 year old guy. This happened last night. I've been chatting with another black guy on Grindr for a month, and we decided to trade numbers and meet in person downtown. We hit it off and went back to his place (learned only 1 mile away from me). We watched some TV before he made the first move. He used something to playfully hit my leg. I then gently punched his crotch. I made things right by whipping out his dick and sucking it. He's definitely a grower ... shit soft it's tiny but hard, a thick 9 inches. He enjoyed grabbing the back of my head and forcing it down. One of his roommates and a friend were in the kitchen next to us lol. Rather suddenly he grabbed a hand and pulled me to his room. We started making out, fondling each other. I teased him a bit, sucked his nipples. I was thrown face down on the bed, and then felt his tongue in my ass. Damn, a LONG tongue hehe. I was moaning and without warning he placed the tip of his dick at my hole. He was gentle, which is good cuz he's so thick. Once all the way in, he waited a minute before really giving me a pounding. Smacked my ass cheeks hard, squeezed them, pinched my nipples. The bed was rocking, my head was hitting the wall, I was moaning loudly over the music playing. He lasted longer than most, but I wasn't complaining. He lasted almost an hour. He did the impossible: He fucked the cum out of me! OMG I love it when this happens, most intense orgasms. I blasted a huge load on his bed while screaming his name lol. That set him off, and he plunged deep, choked me, bit my neck ... and absolutely flooded my hole. He's so think I felt each spasm. We cuddled a bit after, and agreed to meet again. I'm tagging that ass!

I live in a rural area so more often than not I'll watch breeding porn or fantasize about recent times I've been fucked and bred. I generally have to travel to get fucked.

Hello WildBreed, Thanks for your descriptive account of your Berlin experiences. If in Berlin again and looking for guaranteed BB fun, consider the following: Coffe and Cream parties, usually held the first Sunday afternoons/evenings of each month at Mutschmann's; Biohazardmen parties, held eight or nine times a year, usually at Bose Buben; Bull, the deliciously sleazy bar that is active very late; and Scheune, which has an active basement darkroom and a great weekly Sunday naked sex party. Regarding the Lab, I do have great BB sex whenever I go there, but have noticed of late that more guys have wanted safer sex; this could be attributed to the growing popularity of the club with more conservative visitors. And yes, check out other nights there too. Happy Fucking Chiilfuck

Anyone else have strange cravings for certain men at certain times? Today I seriously just want some big thick beautiful black cock! Nice hung black man just banging the hell outta me!!

My car needs servicing ?

Why are you labelling HIV-negative people as careless, especially ones who are victims of stealthing? If a bottom wants to use a condom and you fuck them without one then you shouldn't be having sex with anyone. If you're going to accuse people of being careless because of actions you took, then you're a sociopath. I'm a bareback bottom and stealthing is fucked up...

Fuckin hot mate.

* continued "that's her, the cum slut? Oh wow...." I hear that and know its my cue, I start to wiggle my little ass and gyrate my hips as if my life depended on having multiple Hard Cocks sliding in & out of my Cock Slot. And at this moment, nothing seemed more true!!! I halfway glanced over my shoulder and, oh boy, was pleased with what I saw! This new fella pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket and threw them down on David's desk as he kept walking towards me. "Take care of that would you please sir, while I take care of this" he said to David reaching out to rub my still Cummy hole. At his touch I arched back spreading my legs more, opening my hole, releasing some of the Cum deposited in me earlier! "You weren't kidding about a Cum Slut, were you!" he exclaimed.... To which I opened up even more for him! As more Cum flowed from my hole David asked, "do you want this now, or should I hang on to it?" holding up a Fat Sack. "Right here please sir!" my new friend said. "I'm Sam little Miss Cum Hole, we are going to have us a time!" I just squealed and opened my legs even farther, as I heard him doing something with the bag David had handed him. The next thing I know I feel a finger then two in my hole; and then a burning sensation... Mmmm, booty bump! I don't know how much he put in me; but it kept burning a little for some time. I hear Sam's zipper and then feel a hunk of Cock Meat slapping against my hungry hole. Now I am backing up as if I won't make it another minute without Hard Cock in me!!! As he starts teasing me with his, at least 9" Cock, I hear the door again... "Alright we're just in time! Oh and David, I hope its cool; there's four more cars coming!" David starts to speak, but the new guy cuts him off; "yes you know all of them, and none of them owe you!" David just says, "well ok, then make yourself at home?" The new guy nods hands David some cash saying "please sir?" as he walks around in front of me pulling out a semi hard Cock and offers it to me. I lick my lips, look up at him, and ask; "for me?" as I swallow him whole! Then behind me Sam says, "hell I'm just teasing myself now!" and slides his entire length in my hungry, hungry Cock Hole.... * to be continued

toxic cum leaking out!

Has the makings of a good family friendly story.

Tattoo around the hole is a real turn on. Go for it.

Depends on the night, never been at the weekend but have been late evening and picked up 4-5 loads over a few hours. Can be v quiet so you need to be patient, then you'll get a few people and it only takes one to kick it off and others join in

Ive only really tried anal once before (it barely went into me) so i was really curious to try again. Last week i met a guy online who said he would love to help me "experiment" he brought me to his room at his appartment and stripped me down to my underwear. He then put me on his bed face up and crawled ontop of me. After a few minutes he pulled my tight boxers off and started to play with my dick. A few while later he got me to lie face down and relax. I felt a cold sachet of lube pour onto my tight virgin (ish) hole. He then mounted me and went deep in his first thrust, i wasnt expecting it to hurt anywhere near as much as it did and asked how deep he is, he pushed slightly more then replied balls deep... so much for taking it gentle :/ next thing i know he takes some black tape and ties my wrists tight behind my back and starts fucking me HARD and FAST, this was the moment when i realised that i should have stayed at home but it was too late so i just put my face in the pillow and took it. I then asked if we could try missionary to see if its less sore.. hurt just as much. After a few more minutes he saw i was shaking so untied my wrists and let me ride him at my pace. I rode his slowly and gently not going very deep into my ruined hole. I told him that i diddnt really want to coninue as it hurts too much, at this point he just told me im doing great and just go on a little while longer, i felt him start to thrust into me lightly until he started moaning. At this point i was kinda relieved its almost over so quickend my pace to hurry him up. I felt his hands on my shoulders bouncing me deeper and faster before he pulled me down right to his balls without warning and held me there while he climaxed. I felt his thick 7" dick throbbing inside me and the hot semen flooding my insides. He let me go and i pulled off his dick and lay back on his bed. I asked him why he was so rough but he just said that its because im not used to being fucked and went out of the room. With mixed emotions i started wanking getting myself off knowing that i just got bred by a guy i dont know but also in pain from the fucking. He came back in and kneeled between my legs, put our dicks together and started wanking us both. He told me he has another load and i said i want him to cum first. Seconds later i looked down at his dick as he started to shoot his cum over my body, i felt was suprised when i felt some hit my face. I took some sperm off my chest and licked my fingers before he started on my dick. I hadn't came for a few days so it seemed to be a lot more than i can usually manage as it mixed with his all over my body. At THAT moment i felt some serious wankers regret, i thought to myself "what the fuck did i just do?!?" as i lay naked on a strangers bed covered in cum. He handed me a pack of wet wiped and quickly hot dressed while i spent about 15 mins trying to get all the spermies off me so i can go home through town. He told me were gonna have to leave soon before his dad comes home, so he gathered my clothes and walked me back into town. Later that evening i spent hours trying to get his cum out but eventually accepted its staying. Not sure what to think now, i havent felt the same since he fucked me so hard so kinda regret trying it but also know that im most likely gonna do it again pretty soon.

Just going to throw my two cents in. Stealthing as a fantasy is incredibly hot. But, as some things it should remain a fantasy. It makes for a great fictional story, Stealthing in practice is not something that should ever be condoned or allowed WITHOUT consent from all parties. If it's being used as part of a consensual scene such as a simulated rape fantasy being played out, or prearranged agreement then I have absolutely no moral issue with the idea. Personally speaking, I avoid condom use, period. If we're going to fuck, you will fuck raw, you will breed me, and you will hear me beg for you to do so. I have made exceptions for guys who want to live out the fantasy of continued use of a sabotaged condom without the bottom knowing. I tend to be ok with those scenes since I know I will be getting a raw load in the end and generally I can tell the moment of failure or removal and it's been agreed upon by all involved and my consent has been given. The problem I do have is when choice is removed from one or more persons. There are a number of guys here whom I've spoke to that are willing to be pozzed, and that's fine. My experience speaking with most of these guys is that they want to have a connection with a particular person, either a boyfriend, good friend, or someone else they have an existing connection with. In this case I view stealthing with the intent of intentional infection to be wrong on every possible level. Not only does it take the choice away from someone, but it can also take the ability, either perceived or real of having that genuine and real connection to whomever they choose to be the one to infect and share that bond with. I also realize that one might suggest "well, they were going to get pozzed anyway" and that may be true, but as a stealther you don't know if perhaps their intended gifter is working on building to a sufficient viral load to ensure any conversion may take place. Such a choice impacts more than just your intended conquest. I have fought on the last point for several years wondering if it's the top or bottom at fault if choosing to engage in sex (safe or raw) with someone they may not want to be their gifter and if they should take responsibility for their actions. I believe in such cases, both share an equal piece of the blame up to the point that one or the other goes beyond what was originally agreed (top decides to steath/bottom decides to use oil based lube, etc). When it comes to anon scenes, respect anything your top/bottom wants. If they insist on a condom, you have the choice to allow or not allow and tell them you aren't interested if you are unwilling to budge on how safe you wish to play. I have shut down guys in a heartbeat that wanted to fuck me with a condom. Although I would have loved to experience their fuck, I won't go against what I want to satisfy them. If they insist on going raw after I state what I am looking for, then that became their choice, and all parties are in agreement and understand the situation. In such cases, any aftermath is the result of their decision.

no it isn't okay. if you're having unprotected sex with an unknown partner, and serostatus isn't discussed, that isn't stealthing. it's just situational ignorance. if the condom fails without assistance, that isn't stealthing. if you're having sex with someone and you've led them to believe that you're negative and/or that you're using an unaltered condom when in fact you aren't, that's stealthing. you don't get to decide what your partner 'really' wants/needs/deserves. there are plenty of guys out there actively looking for poz seed. forcing it on someone who doesn't want it is rape, in my opinion, and that is never okay.

I don't think it's right to stealth HIV on anyone. Yes, if you're barebacking, and I do, then you should know that one of these times you will get stealthed, it comes with the territory. But I'd like to be told someone is poz and then let me decide if I want his cum inside me. My b/f is poz, UD and has been fucking me raw for two years. If he wasn't UD, I"d still take his raw loads and that would be my choosing, not someone stealthing me for kicks.

As Trevor's body and mind reacted forcefully to Daddy's ramming the thick 6" dildo in the pig's relaxed and increasingly hungry hole, it was more from the shock and surprise than anything else. Hell!! The tweaked out little fucker had already had so many booty bumps, coated fingers and shards in his pussy along with all the hits from the pipe, there was no fucking way he could feel much lingering pain from the dildo. Although I knew that when Daddy's FAT throbbing hard and bare cherry-popper pierced the pig, his pain would be intense and blinding for the first few moments. Even experienced (and eager!) holes like mine still had some discomfort on Daddy's initial entry. But then, every time, taking another hit or two and letting my hole transmit the pure sensual lust Daddy's cock created throughout my body I always enjoyed the ride. I was excited to see the sub pig's transformation and acceptance when he had that long hard unmedicated poz daddy dick in his guts! We were getting close to that point and my cock twitched with the anticipation. I held the boi firmly by the shoulders as I ordered him to keep sucking on the glass pipe, soothing him with my voice...telling him how horny it made our Daddy to be using his hole like this...letting him know how hot he looked, covered in sweat, his hairy muscled legs pulled back and watching the dildo slide in and out of his greedy pig hole as the Tina turned his mind to the fullness between his legs. A fullness he had never known or felt but one which he would crave more and more as the night and weekend went on. As I saw his body and mind begin to relax and enjoy this new sensation, I leaned down and licked his sweaty neck and ran my tongue inside his ear and whispered to him, "Yeah, pig baby....that's it....give in to it. See? The pain doesn't last but the fucking pleasure lasts and lasts. And you know what?" I asked as I relit the pipe for him. "It's our hot fucking leather stud Daddy who's the one who brings you the pleasure. He wants you to enjoy giving your body and your hole to him....he only wants you to enjoy it as much as he does! Pleasure and Daddy...they go together pig." I pulled the pipe away from his lips and drew in the remaining swirling smoke as I watched Trevor blow out a huge cloud then begin to murmur, but loud enough for me and Daddy both to hear his chemmed chant, "pleasure...Daddy....Daddy..pleasure.....mmmmmmm". Then, as if a switch had been thrown, he arched his back and pushed his ass into the inward thrust of the dildo, crying out. "Fuck yeah Daddy Sir! It feels so DAMN good! Oh gawd, fuck my pig hole with that dildo...yeah...shove it deep! Just like that..fuck YEAH!!" Daddy shoved the dildo in harder making the cunt whimper and said, "My little pig's hole is getting hungrier and hungrier isn't it? Never had anything even as big as this dildo in that sweet young virgin hole of yours have you?" 'Never, Daddy! I never thought I could like it,...but OMG I fucking love it!!" Daddy's voice remained seductive and inviting but the demon in his eyes when he looked at me and smiled oh so wickedly, made my cock throb and ooze a big pool of poz precum. "Look at my other pig's big hard wet cock! It turns him on knowing you're liking what Daddy is doing to your hole. Don't let his juices go to waste pig. Suck his cockhead and take that precum into your belly. Trust me, his precum is delicious and very special". Trevor turned his face to his right where my achingly hard cock had been rubbing against his cheek, smearing it with precum. With a hungry growl he parted those fucking fantastic lips, sealed them just under the mushroom head of my dick and I felt his tongue begin swirling across my piss slit, lapping up every dirty toxic drop of my precum. "Oh fuck yeah slut!", I said. "Your mouth feels so damn good! Suck that cokc, just like Daddy told you to. Do whatever Daddy tells you to and we'll all have one hell of an unforgettable weekend!" The pig boi hummed around the first couple inches of my cock as he continued fucking his hole into the dildo thrusts. This went on for a good five minutes when he finally took his mouth off my cock and looked at Daddy with eyes raging with lust and as dark as hell and pleaded with him..."More, Daddy! I need more. Something to fill my sub pig cunt deeper, wider! I can't fucking get enough! Please Daddy! I am your pig boi and I'm here to serve and please you.....but...OH GAWD!!" he yelled out as Daddy rammed the dildo in hard and twisted it. "I want to please you Daddy, but my hole is so hungry! I'm sorry Daddy". I was sucking on his hard sweaty hair-covered nipple as he said this and smiled around the nub in my mouth when I heard him, then heard Daddy's response. "There's nothing to be sorry for, boi. Your hunger IS pleasing Daddy. It's making Daddy so hard and wet. Here, feel it", he said and I could see him as he pulled out the dildo and let just the wet leaking tip of his cock teasingly touch the unsavable pig's hole. "Feel that, boi? That's how hard and wet you've made Daddy by wanting what Daddy wants to give you." Daddy gyrated his hips slightly and stepped just a bit closer touching the pig's unprotected hole with the full flatness of his cockhead. "You like that pig? You like Daddy's hard cock pressing against your cunt lips like that? The cock that YOU made so hard!" "Oh yes, Sir Daddy! It feels so much bigger than it did in my mouth. Soooooooo big....mmmm". Daddy knew he was almost there. "And you want something bigger than the dildo I've been using on you, don't you?" "YES!! Bigger! Thicker, longer! To feel my hole completely. I need to be filled Sir. Please. Do you have another toy that you can slide inside me that's as big as your dick?!" Daddy slid another couple tina coated fingers into the hyped up soon-to-be-pregnant cock slut pig, making him moan and spread his legs wider. "I have just the 'TOY' for you boi. I think you'll want it but it's going to hurt going in at first. It's a LOT bigger than the dildo." "That's what I want Daddy! A LOT bigger! Please Daddy...give it to me.....let me feel your toy in my hole! I NEED it!!" Daddy leaned forward causing his wet cockhead to again tease Trevor's wet hole. Daddy stared into the pig boi's black eyes and said, "If that's what you want pig, then Daddy's going to give you just what you want. Get ready slut!"

Hey everyone ! It's been a while since the last update, I hope you'll enjoy this part, which should make up for the shortness of the previous one. Let me know what you think (love knowing this story made you shoot, if you have the evidence, even better) ! ———————————————————— When Brandon freed one of his hands from his grip on my wrists, I seized the opportunity to take him by surprise and wrestle my way out from under him. We switched positions, and I pinned him underneath me. "I see you are ready," Brandon said with a huge grin, and damn did that make my heart jump in my chest. He was an absolutely gorgeous specimen, and under other circumstances, I certainly would have enjoyed having such a beautiful lover. He was still my son, however, and as his father, I had a responsibility to put an end to this, right now. We had done more than we should have. I shouldn't have given in the temptation, that first night. How bad was my luck that the one guy I actually cross the line with turned out to be my own son ? I moved from the bed, leaving Brandon on it, but the latter grabbed my wrist before I could get too far, and tried to pull me back. "Dad, where do you think you're going?" He said, almost threatening. I found the strength to resist his grip, and walked away, grabbing my underwear before getting out of the room. I needed to escape from him, but walking proved to be difficult, with the butt plug he'd put in me. I pulled it out and threw it in Brandon's room, groaning when I felt Brandon's cum dripping down my legs. Fuck, that shouldn't be so hot, but my cock just got harder. Damn fucker really had got me hooked on getting bred. How would I get my fix now? I wondered. I shook my head, mentally chastising myself for thinking about more cheating. I had done enough. I had to put a stop to this madness. I could hear Brandon chasing after me, but didn't let that stop me. I pulled on my boxers before I ran down the stairs. "Dad, come on," Brandon shouted, and before I knew it, he'd caught up to me and hugged me from behind, effectively trapping me with his arms in a tight embrace, and I could feel his cock protruding against my ass. Fuck. I felt his hot breath on my neck, his overwhelming scent intoxicating me. "Where will you even go at this hour, huh? Let's talk like adults." "I'm putting an end to this, Brandon," I said with as much authority as I could muster, and couldn't keep a moan from escaping me when Brandon thrust his bare cock up against my hole, with only the thin layer of my cotton boxers as a barrier, ruining any credibility in my words. It would be so easy to say fuck it, and let Brandon take me again right here in our living room, let him fill me up and shoot his second load in me tonight. Just thinking about it almost made me come, and that was such a hard thing to process. How had my mind been so screwed that it found the idea of fucking around with my son even hotter than if he were some random jock I wasn't related to? It probably was because of all the times I got off with J—fuck, Brandon—pretending he was my son. At the time, it was just a nice innocent fantasy. It was harmless, to fuck a hot young jock who was yearning for a daddy, but fucking him so many times, calling him my son, it really did make me enjoy the thought of it, and I never saw it coming. I had become conditioned to it. Damn it. "Oh, really?" Brandon said, his tone challenging as he thrust again, taking a whimper out of me as he grasped my cock. "Then tell me you want me to stop, 'cause your dick seems to be disagreeing." My hole was itching to be filled again, and it was all I could do to not give in. I had to remain strong, no matter how difficult Brandon made it for me, so I removed Brandon's hand from my cock. "Please stop," I said, and to my surprise, Brandon did let go of me. I finally turned around to face my son, thinking about what to say next. He looked stunned, and still so eager. It shouldn't be this hard to tell your son that he's not supposed to be fucking his own father. "Brandon, what happened between us tonight—hell, what happened the past few weeks—it never should've happened. I never should've cheated on your mother, least of all with you. I'm sorry I let this all happen." "Why should this end? We've got a good thing, Dad," Brandon protested. "It's actually the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you, so much." "And I love you too, you know that," I said even as my heart broke, feeling like I was breaking up with my son. "But you're my son, and we shouldn't be more than that. And what about Julie?" "I'll dump her," Brandon said, shocking me into silence. He took my hand, looking me in the eye as he added, "If that's what it takes. She means nothing next to you." "That's insane," I said. "That's not even my point. I like Julie. I thought you two were doing good. Fuck, can't you see? This thing between us, I never wanted it to happen, Brandon." "Then explain me something," Brandon said as he stepped closer, making it impossible for me to ignore how good he looked, how amazing he smelled. "When you didn't know it was me you were fucking all this time, what were you doing, cheating on mom with a young guy—repeatedly—getting your rocks off pretending you were fucking your own son, huh? I distinctly remember you being pretty into the whole Dad-Son role-play." He had me there, and I didn't know what to say to that. I was guilty of enjoying all those times I fucked him while being called Daddy. Just the taboo aspect of it made it so much hotter. But I wasn't so screwed that I would do my son, knowing it was him. "Well, it was just a fantasy. Like I said, I never wanted to actually have this kind of relationship with you." Until now, I omitted to say. My mind had never made the connection between Brandon and finding sex between father and son hot. "I love you as a father, all right? Despite everything that happened between us, I want you to remember that. And that's why we can't keep...you know, doing what we've done." "So, what, we're just going to pretend none of this ever happened?" Brandon said, crossing his big arms over his chest, his hard cock pointed at me. "I don't think I can do that." "Well, you'll have to, there's no other way," I countered, doing my best to keep my eyes on my son's face. "Get back to your room, all right? I'll go clean up." "Dad, please," Brandon pleaded as he grabbed my hand before I could walk back up the stairs. "If you really want to stop, can you at least let us have this one last time? I'm begging you." Fuck was I tempted. Brandon's face was a mixture of despair and lust, and as I let my eyes sweep over his gorgeous young body, I almost said yes. All I did was shake my head and turn my back on him before I could change my mind. I went back to the master bedroom, locking the door behind me and hurrying to change the sheets back and open the window to dissipate the sex smell in the air. Brandon left me alone while I covered our tracks, which was a relief. I had used up any resolve I had in me, ending things with Brandon, and I felt utterly heartbroken. I washed away all the evidence of our fucking in the shower, but couldn't resist jacking myself off to the memory of that hot and huge cock while fingering my hole with the remaining sperm that was there. I knew I was no saint, now less than ever, but at least I had declined Brandon's offer to pursue things further. I came hard, whispering my son's name as I came with my fingers up my ass, his cum still in my guts. I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting for the last time the sweet taste of my son's cum, wishing I had never gotten a taste of it in the first place and gotten hooked on it. ————————————————————————— The next morning, I rolled through the motions, barely acknowledging Kate on my way out to work as she came home. I barely got any sleep at all, tortured with vivid images of Brandon's perfect body glistening with sweat, fitting against mine like no one else ever had. Needless to say, I woke up with a raging hard-on, and had to beat off in the shower in shame again. Brandon was still asleep in his room when I went to check on him, his beautiful bare torso in display for me. I was thankful I had work the whole week to get me out of the house, away from Brandon. I'd taken the day off yesterday just to welcome Brandon home—and what a welcome it was. Trying to focus at work turned out to be easier than I'd anticipated, and I plunged myself into it, willing to find any distraction I could to take my mind off of my son. I'd even turned my phone off during the day. If I lingered a little longer than usual, I didn't think too long on it, even when I knew I was dreading coming home. By the time I left work, my wife had already left for her shift, leaving the house only to Brandon and I. I found my son lounging on the couch, almost naked if not for the tiny pair of briefs he was wearing. Fuck, but he was so gorgeous, lying here so close for the taking. My cock stirred to life in my tight pair of khakis, and I had to bring my briefcase up to hide it. "Hey, Dad," Brandon greeted me with a tentative smile that I returned, casting my gaze away from his magazine cover body. "Hey, son," I greeted back before making a retreat to my bedroom. The fucker was teasing me. He never used to walk around the house wearing so little before. I hid in the ensuite bathroom, splashing my face with cold water as I undid my tie. I changed into more comfortable clothes, debating what to do with my son. When I stepped back in my bedroom, I found Brandon sprawled on my bed. "Long day?" Brandon asked, giving me a sultry look. "You never answered my texts." "I turned my phone off," I answered, fishing it out of my pocket to turn it on, in case something serious had happened. I was surprised to see a dozen texts from Brandon, and even shocked when I found they were all pictures of him naked in incriminating positions. He even had a video of himself showing his cummy hole, which kept playing over and over on my phone, hypnotizing me. He must have taken that video last night, with my fresh load in his ass still. Fuck. I proceeded to delete them all before throwing my phone on the bed, looking back to a smug Brandon. "Liked what you just saw?" he inquired with his sultry voice as he stood up and marched towards me with grace. I stood my ground and tried to steel my features. He wanted to rattle me, and all I had to do was to get through it, to show him nothing was going to happen. I didn't know what to expect after our conversation last night when I went to bed, whether Brandon would give up or keep pursuing me—guess he went with the latter. I had hoped my attraction to Brandon would peter out after the cold realization I was forced to face yesterday, but so far, nothing. "No," I replied, trying to sound indifferent. He was right up in my face now, smelling clean and oh so amazing. It was impossible to stop my cock from getting hard, and there was no way he wouldn't be able to see how hot he was making me with only a pair of sweatpants covering my crotch. He made a show of gazing at my cock, then back up to me, with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk. "Why do you have to make things so difficult, Brandon?" I hissed, frustrated at myself, at my libido. I fisted my hands hard, hoping the pain would stop my erection. "Because I'm not giving up on you so easily," Brandon countered, his flirty tone changing drastically to a serious one, his face hardening. "I've wanted you for so long, thinking I was insane and hopeless. It took me a while to come to terms with what I want, and after all the wonderful times we've had together, you're mistaken if you think I'm letting you go without a fight." I had not expected that, and was caught by surprise when Brandon cupped my face and brought me in for a kiss. I responded on instinct, kissing him back for a second before I pulled away, before he could pull his muscled body against mine. "No, Brandon, I told you this is not happening," I said firmly, only to be manhandled by my son and pushed on the bed. He locked the door to the bedroom, putting himself between myself and the only exit. He proceeded to move his body then, in a way I didn't know he was capable of, undulating with more grace than any stripper I'd ever seen. Oh God, I was getting a lap dance from my son, I realized, when he got close to me, showing me his eight pack, his hard pecs, turning around to shove his meaty ass up my face. I was hard as a rock, watching Brandon in all his naked glory, with his tiny briefs hiding next to nothing, only accentuating how big his glutes were, and how hard and big his cock was. He rubbed his ass against my cock, and I grunted in pleasure, desperate to shove my cock back inside his sweet young hole, where it belonged. The treacherous thought froze me on the spot, and prompted me to stop my son's movements. Fuck. Fuck. I threw Brandon on the bed, and jumped for the door, unlocking it to make my escape. I ran as fast as I could, grabbing my car keys and wallet on my way out. I drove away, not knowing where to go as I willed my stiff cock to go down. It was so unfair I almost wanted to cry. I headed back to the office to cool down, away from Brandon. Everyone had gone home when I got there, so I was peacefully alone with my sinful thoughts. I needed to figure out how to deal with Brandon, what to say to him to make him see reason. I rested my head on my desk, lost in my thoughts, trying to come up with a solution but finding none. I felt so alone, with no one I could talk to about this particular issue. I couldn't bring this up to anyone, and that just made things worse. I felt so consumed with guilt and lust at the same time. "Dad." I whipped my head up, finding Brandon standing in the doorway of my office, wearing more clothes than the last time I'd seen him, with old jeans and a tee shirt so tight that it could very well have been painted over his pecs and abs. "Come home, please," Brandon said, his blue eyes pleading. "You can't escape forever, you know? I'm sorry for coming on so strong. It's just so hard, having you so close, but not being able to have you. I'll give you some space, ok? Just come home." He sounded so sad, so genuine that I had to listen. This was Brandon, just yearning for my affections—the wrong kind, of course, but affections still. I got up from my chair and walked around my desk, pulling my son into a hug. I felt him relax in my embrace, burying his nose in my neck. He was trembling, and I really felt for him. I stroked his back, and he tried to pull me closer in return, but I made sure to keep our crotches apart. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just hugging each other. "I love you, son," I said, meaning every word. "I love you, Daddy," he whispered, that last word going straight to my cock, unfortunately. I pulled away, offering my son a soft smile, and then proceeded to get my things and switch everything off in my office. He kept his word and didn't try anything as we went home in separate cars. I was glad to know he was going to back off, and hoped we could repair our relationship now. I was hoping, above all else, that with time, his current infatuation with me would fade away—as well as mine. Brandon deserved great things in life, and I wanted him to have it all. A sexual relationship with me never factored in the plans I had for Brandon's future. He was headed toward a great life with Julie, as a future lawyer. I kept that in mind as my mantra to strengthen my will, in case Brandon tried to make me stray again. It was for his own good, I told myself. When we got home, Brandon kept his clothes on—thank fuck—and offered to cook dinner for us both, refusing my help. I took that opportunity to wrap some things up for work I'd left unfinished today. The evening went by a blur, with wine and good food at the table, I let myself go and kept on drinking, needing to unwind. I didn't think, and drank whenever Brandon gave me a refill, probably drinking more than I should have. I felt buzzed, and free, and could finally break the tension with my son. We laughed over old times, as though nothing had happened between us, and for a moment, I could almost forget our affair. "Thank you for dinner, son," I said as I prepared to clear the table, but had to steady myself when I stood up on wobbly legs. "You're welcome, Dad, but you don't have to do a thing, let me," he said as he helped me to the couch. I was dizzy, and lied on the cushions face down, hearing dishes being put away in the distance. Sleep was taking over me when Brandon shook my shoulder lightly. "Let's get you to bed, Dad," I heard him say, and next thing I knew, I was lying in my bed on my back. I threw my arm over my eyes, feeling a headache approaching, and longed for a good night of sleep. "I'm so hot," I mumbled, feeling uncomfortable in my shirt and my sweatpants. I felt hands on me, and breathed a sigh of relief when my shirt was removed and the cool evening air brushed my skin. I was aware enough to feel my sweatpants taken off, leaving me in my boxers only. I scooted higher on the bed until my head hit my pillow, and soon enough, I succumbed to sleep. Once again, Brandon invaded my dreams, naked on the bed with me, crawling over my body on all fours with a seductive grin. Looking up at me with his beautiful baby blues while his plump lips wrapped around my cock. His rock hard abs flexing in front of me as he rode my cock like an expert, moaning Fuck me, Daddy, loud enough to be heard in the entire neighbourhood. The images were so vivid it almost felt real, even my cock felt warm, as though it really was inside Brandon's sweet hole. That thought startled me into awareness, and when I opened my eyes, mind still foggy, I found the object of my desire actually going to town on my cock. The sight alone almost made me shoot my load. I couldn't even move, watching my own son impaling himself on my cock in front of me, an identical replica of my dreams just right now, with a sheen of sweat on his taut belly. "Oh yeah, fuck," Brandon whispered, eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on his face that had me mesmerised. He never looked as beautiful as he did in that instant, and I hated myself for thinking that. He looked so far gone he hadn't even noticed I was awake now. The second thing I realized as I looked down at my cock, was that he was riding it bareback, just like I'd wanted for so long, all those times before when he'd make me wrap it up. "Brandon," I said, catching the look on Brandon's face, like a deer caught in headlights. He recovered quickly though, and grinned at me as he kept on fucking himself. "Hey, Daddy, glad you decided to join me," he said, and actually quickened his pace, bringing me closer to the edge. "Brandon, stop," I begged, my mind still feeling dizzy enough to tell me that I hadn't been dozing long enough to sleep the alcohol off. "You told me you'd give me some space..." I mumbled, moaning despite myself. "And here you are...fuck.... molesting me in my sleep!" "I couldn't resist, Daddy," he said between thrusts, and put his hands on my chest, caressing my pecs, playing with my nipples. "You looked just too damn irresistible, laid out here, almost naked, ripe for the taking, and your cock was so fucking hard already. I didn't know booze made you so horny, but I'm glad I found that out." "Brandon, please," I begged again, for what exactly, I didn't know, but his raw hole felt so fucking good, all warm and wet, so tight around my cock. "Come on, Daddy, fuck me, please fuck me," Brandon said, pinning my wrists down above my head as he leaned down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he kept muttering between kisses. I was so overwhelmed, from the incredible warmth around my cock, to the feel of Brandon's soft skin over my hips, his beautiful lips on mine, his intoxicating smell, I couldn't think clearly anymore. I was drunk in the first place, but now I was also drunk on lust, and in a sensory overload. "I want your Dad sperm in me, please, Daddy, fill me up," Brandon said, slipping his tongue in my mouth again and making me engage in a long kiss as my hips started moving, thrusting up so my cock met his ass in a perfect tandem. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good," I let out, unable to filter my thoughts any longer. "Made such a beautiful boy." "All yours, Daddy," Brandon said, kissing me harder. "I love your bare cock in me, stretching my hole, filling it with your load." "Fuck." Brandon had such a dirty mouth, I'd almost forgotten just how nasty and vocal he could be. I'd almost forgotten just how much I loved his dirty mouth, how much it turned me on. "I want your babies, Daddy," Brandon added, fucking himself harder on my cock. "Want you to knock me up, keep my guts coated with your loads all the time until it takes." I couldn't take it anymore, with everything Brandon was saying, doing to me, I shot my load hard, my cum bursting inside my gorgeous and young son's ass. He stopped moving the moment I started shooting, taking my cock all the way in, as deep as it could reach. "Yeah, sperm me, Daddy, sperm me," he said with a huge smile on his face as he came himself, hands free, the look so beautiful it only added to my climax. His cock twitched back and forth as it shot its thick, creamy son cum all over his abs and mine. It was without a doubt the hottest thing I'd ever experienced in my life, my mind absolutely blown away. I watched as Brandon scooped up his load off his belly and mine, coating his own cock with it, and letting some drip over my waiting tongue. "How's it taste, Daddy?" "Fucking sweet," I growled, completely lost in lust, my tongue licking some of the cum that had dripped on my lips. I watched my son grab something from the bed, the same black butt plug he'd used on me yesterday, and slip it in his hole easily as he came off my cock. He threw my legs up in the air then, resting my shins on his shoulders as he aligned his cock toward my hole. I could feel his cum-coated erection teasing my entrance, and threw my head back with a moan. "Fuck, you're so hot, Daddy," he said, leaning over to kiss me. I kissed him willingly, licking at his tongue desperately, letting his lips meet mine in a fiery dance as the head of his cock slowly penetrated me, pushing some of his load in. I groaned, the sounds coming from my throat swallowed by Brandon while he picked a pace fucking my hole with his sperm as the only lube. My hole was still a bit loose from the night before, and it only hurt a bit as his big son cock started fucking me eagerly. "Fuck me, son, fuck," I said, grabbing Brandon's firm ass, kneading his cheeks and urging him to fuck me harder. "Love you, love you, love you, love you," Brandon muttered in perfect timing with his frantic thrusts, and soon enough shot another load, this time inside me, the familiar feeling making me climax again. There really was nothing quite like getting a fresh, warm load of young cum bursting inside you, coating your guts so deep you could feel it. I felt like an addict getting his fix, and kept his hips in place until I could milk every last drop of his son sperm inside me. I was in heaven, and nothing else could bring me down in that single perfect instant with my son.

Sounds good; love bears; can you remember the name of the bar?

Last week I was online at bbrts and was horny as hell. I was looking for some close hole to breed and seed. One of my neighbors that I have fucked and seeded before was online and he hit me up. He said he was in a rather slutty mood and wanted to get bred and seeded. Ok! count me in! He said he had a few others coming over to breed him and was that ok? HELL YES. I love the feel of a wet cummy ass when I slide inside. That wet gooey feeling is the best ever. I love sloppy hole. I said sure I would be over shortly. When I arrived the door was unlocked and I heard him say come on in. When I entered the room there was another guy naked on top of him banging away at his hole while both were hitting poppers. Of course my cock got hard immediately. He said he already had a load deep inside and was looking for more. The guy fucking him said he wanted to take a break and did I want to fuck.. Of course. I undressed quickly and took a few hits of poppers. I rubbed around his wet hole as my cock got harder and harder. OMG I so love that warm wet feeling. I was able to slide my cock nice and deep and started fucking. He was in my favorite position. He was on his stomach while I was on top. Both of us hitting poppers and I was kissing his ears, neck and back as I was fucking deep. I let my first load go! Fuck it felt so good and it mingled with the other load that was already there. I later found out the guy came and left real quick as he was late for work. After my load was planted deep I continued to fuck until the other guy said he was so turned on he had to go back inside. I got off and the other guy climbed on top. His cock slid inside and they both moaned as he felt my cum load deep inside. That is such a turn on. Trading off with another top as we plant loads deep inside. Nothing better than cum for lube. I watched as the other guy drove his cock inside deep and both were moaning and groaning with pleasure as the top shot a huge cum load deep inside..That got me turned on again and when he was done I went back in for another turn.. That silky feel of a man's wet hole never fails to drive me over the edge. I so love it. Fucking for me is so much better than oral. I shot another load deep inside. My neighbor grunted in appreciation. I got up to get dressed as there was another knock on the door and the next guy came in. When I left he was mounting my neighbor and I'm sure there was another load planted deep!

Actually, I find Damien Silver annoying as hell.

Here's me and dad's story: we started when I was 18 he 36. He had just got out of prison. Armed robbery. Did 6 years. Went in pretty straight but...ya know. said the first cock he sucked was his cell mate, this tatted Nazi biker dude. After a few months he was hooked. Anyway when he got home, I was eager to reconnect. The prison was far from home and we only saw him a few times a year .I kinda knew I wasn't into girls but I didn't know for certain what I was. I just knew I was fascinated by his muscles and prison tats. One Saturday my mom went shopping, And I guess he thought that I gone with her, Cause I was hanging out in my room when i started to hear porn playing in the living room. But I didnt hear any females. So I quietly tip toe in and he's on the couch naked, jerking it to some old school gay VHS (this was 1997 after all). but uh, he saw me after a couple minutes of me staring at his cock and was like "get over here you little fag, I always knew you was queer." and just like that I was sucking dads cock. I had sucked others before but i had never been more turned on than just then. My dad was the one I first penetrated and was penetrated by. Oddly I fucked him before he fucked me. When we gets all spun he turns into a huge bottom. But I remember the first time (it was about 2 weeks intp it all) he shot me up with meth , gave me poppers and i was more than ready. Legs in the air and hole hungry for daddy's cock and cum. Didnt even hurt, it was liie something was finally there that had been missing my whole life. and when he came, just railing into me like a machine, but still kissing my neck, and as he came i could feel it filling me and he pushed in balls deep and held it there and whispered "Il love you son." And we actually both teared up a little bit, because before it had just been raw animal lust. But jsut then it was real, intimate. We had not really realized up until that moment how much we had missed one another. Click here to Reply or Forward

Recently ran into the uncle who took my cherry at a family wedding. Not my type now, but I admit to being curious if he ever craves a man.

I'd want you in your cage. And it's great to add a jock. Nothing frames the ass better---and gives me a target for tongue and dripping cock.

been bred by homeless guys, guys in wheelchairs, guys in their 70s and 80s and obese smelly guys and find the feeling incredible! The nastier the top the more used i feel. i think its better than just being an anon slut on all fours or bent over something just taking loads from guys you never see.

Part 2 I expected Derek to avoid me for awhile, maybe quit working in the office, perhaps even pack up and move out. After his disappearing act that night, nothing would have surprised me except for what happened. The next afternoon, only a few minutes after his usually scheduled shift was to begin, in walked Derek, apologizing for his tardiness, explaining that he got no sleep last night, barely made it to his classes and was so fucking horny after last night that he didn’t hear a single thing any of his professors had said. I laughed and explained that it was the tina that made him so wired and horny. “That shit is awesome!” He said as he stripped off his jacket and backpack. “Not to mention those fucking hot girls you had over. That was the most amazing night ever!” Not quite believing my ears, I asked him how he felt about everything that went down, and he surprised me again by repeating all of his favorite moments, conveniently leaving out anything involving me and him. So he’d decided to ignore that part eh? Well that was fine with me. Denial would keep him from admitting what I was doing to him until it was too late. By the next time I saw him, he’d had a couple days to cool off, and seemed more embarrassed by what had gone on. So much so that he almost begged out of using the office for his jerk session that weekend until I told him I’d sent the link to his paysite to Lana and Lois and they both wanted to watch. Reluctantly he agreed, but his performance that night was his hottest yet, possibly because of the videos I kept sending him of Lana’s face between Lois’ legs. He never knew I was behind the camera, assuming the girl were filming it all themselves. He kept trying to get them to agree to another bang session, but backed down when they insisted they’d only do it with more tina. While I could tell he was itching for more of the same fun, he resigned himself to jerking on his pay site a few more times that weekend and once during the week. My plan was too successful suddenly, as Derek made so much during his frustrated jerk sessions that he didn’t need to do any for almost a month, only popping back on after he got an email requesting a private show from Lana. When I (under Lana’s screenname) asked him when we could party again, he explained that he couldn’t risk his grades by getting high and missing any classes, especially with finals approaching. It was a conundrum for sure, until I realized that finals would be followed by summer break. The next day when Derek showed for work, I asked him what he had planned for the holidays, to which he shrugged and told me he usually spent most of the 10 weeks off as a counselor, helping high/middle schoolers improve their game. Telling him how much fun it sounded like, I asked him where he planned to live after he got back, and he laughed, and responed “well here, of course.” “Oh so you wanted to renew your lease?” I asked him, trying to sound unaware of his desire to stay in the apartment. He nodded yes, playing right into my hands. “Damn I wish you’d told me that a few months back. I wanted to do some refreshing of some of the apartments that will be unused for the summer, and I ordered the fixtures and carpet at stuff weeks ago and I got stuff for your apartment too. I should also mention that I was planning to raise the rent a few hundred a month, maybe even double it.” “Shit, pardon my french, but where will I find a place to stay this late in the game?” Derek’s voice got worried. “Everyone who is coming back for next year has already signed leases and tied down any place I could afford.” “I’m sorry Derek,” I lied. “Maybe if you get a good-enough paying summer job you can save up enough to live there again. How much does the camp pay?” “Almost nothing, just room, board and a little extra for our travel. Besides, I’d need a miracle to save up enough for tuition and double the rent.” Derek was frantic, almost in tears. “Please Mr. E, isn’t there some way I can stay in that apartment at the same rent? Or something I can do to work it down to where I can afford it.” “Well, I was going to hire a couple guys to help me with the cosmetic stuff,” I offered, hoping Derek couldn’t hear the smirk in my voice. “If you want, you could work for me this summer, painting the apartments, ripping old cabinets and carpeting, installing new lights in the hallways and bedrooms, etc. That way I only have to hire professionals for the plumbing, electrical stuff, but it’d mean missing out on your camp.” “Not a problem sir,” Derek jumped at the chance to save himself from returning to working 2 jobs on top of a full time class load. “But where will I stay while we rip up my place and they redo it?” “Well if it isn’t too odd for you, you are welcome to bunk in my second bedroom,” my voice almost gave me away as I explained my idea, but Derek didn’t catch on. “It wouldn’t be all summer, and once we were finished in your apartment, you’d be free to move back in there, with all new cabinets, bath fixtures and appliances. Between the discount I’d give you for helping out, the money you’ll make, and some extra cash from your online shows, you should have enough saved to stay there until you graduate and cover you tuition for at least a semester or two.” “Are you sure it isn’t too much of an imposition sir?” Derek asked, always so polite in spite of his obvious doubts about staying with me. “Not at all Derek,” I put my arm around him and led him down to my apartment to show him the room. “The other room is so far from mine that it’s practically a separate place. Besides I’d prefer giving you the money as opposed to some guy off the street.” After seeing how nice my second bedroom was, with its attached bath, walk-in closet and balcony over-looking the pool, Derek couldn’t help himself and agreed to move in the next Friday after his last final. The week flew by, with me busying myself with the instillation of cameras all over my apartment and “Lana” constantly emailing Derek to see if he’d be able to get together after finals before she went on vacation with her “parents.” In actuality Lana and Lois were booked by an older gentleman friend of mine to spend a few weeks on his yacht getting high and gang-banged the entire time. Still, I knew she’d be free for one last night of partying so I called her up as soon as Derek agreed to meet up with her that Friday after he finished moving in. From my laptop in my private office, I watched every hidden camera angle of Derek’s muscular body as he hauled his final loads into his temporary digs, before texting Lana to go ahead and give Derek some bad news. I watched the screen as he answered and got a disappointed look on his face at something she said. “Well isn’t there anywhere else we can do it?” He asked her, listening to her respond before talking again. “No we can’t do it here. I am staying with Mr. E while we remodel my place, and I’d feel bad asking him if I could have you over on my first night.” More listening. “No please don’t ask him, I—Lana I’m not sure he’d--- No, please, I- Hello? Lana?” My phone buzzed with a text from Lana, telling me he’d fallen for it and thought she was asking me if she could stop by and play at that very moment. I watched as he paced on camera and finally tossed himself on the bed. His phone buzzed a moment later and he seemed happy at the response. Jumping up, he unearthed a towel from his bags and stripped naked, making his way into the bathroom to shower. My cock stiffened knowing he had just seen a text from Lana explaining that I was cool with it, and Lois was actually planning to come by after her last final too, so they’d be welcome to join the two of us for some partying. Whether he was reluctant to party again or not, he certainly showed no sign of it while stroking his stiff, soapy meat in my shower, working his way to a nice big load. Derek walked out of the bathroom just as I knocked on his bedroom door and told him to come out and join me for a drink before the girls arrived. Moments later he appeared in my living room wearing a loose pair of board shorts and a tee shirt, and took a drink from my hand. He might have sipped on the strong drink if I hadn’t turned off the air, and shut the windows. Instead he gulped while pretending to ignore the porn I had playing on my huge flat screen. Taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch from me, I asked him if he’d gotten settled and we chatted for awhile before Derek’s phone buzzed, right on cue. “Lana says Lois’ car broke down on campus and she has to wait with her for the tow truck so their gonna be kinda late,” Derek read, swallowing the last of his drink. “guess it’s just us for awhile.” “No problem,” I said as I refilled Derek’s glass. “just means I don’t have to be so uncomfortable.” With that I unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off, leaving me in only my own khaki shorts and sandals. Derek was sweating now and obviously considering joining me. I almost told him to join me, when he made up his mind, set down his glass and stood to remove his shirt. It was obvious all he was wearing now were the shorts, which rode low as he sat back down. “Fuck it is hot in here,” I said, trying to make him more comfortable about his choice. It worked, getting him to spread him legs and lean back a little. “Guess we should get this party started.” “Um, I’m good thanks.” Derek said as I pulled out my pipe and a baggie of tina. “You sure bro?” I continued loading the bowl, ignoring his protest. “You know Lana will want to smoke when she gets here and I’d hate for you to embarrass yourself like last time.” “What do you mean?” Derek said, taking another gulp from his glass. “Just thought you’d want to seem like you could handle yourself this time, and show Lana you weren’t a stick in the mud is all,” My round about way of saying he was boring her. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this but she told me after you left that she thought you were a virgin, or maybe even… never mind.” “What?” His eyes grew wide and he pulled at the cuff of his shorts. “Tell me what she said.” “She… she wondered if you were kinda…gay.” I spit it out like I was disgusted by the thought. “The way you freaked whenever we came in contact and wouldn’t smoke around me, she thought you might be insecure about your sexuality. It didn’t help that you couldn’t light the pipe without my help. Lois even mentioned something about it when they were leaving the next morning.” “I’m no virgin and I’m definitely not queer,” Derek almost shouted, finishing his second drink and refilling it himself. “I just never smoked before.” “Want me to show you how so you can hit it for real when they arrive?” Derek nodded the affirmative and I motioned for him to come back to the couch, patting the seat next to me. Only inches from his sweet-smelling sweaty torso, I got hard watching him light the torch, and slowly melt the crystals, while my eyes drifted down to the head of his cock peaking from his shorts, which had ridden up when he sat. Once the bowl clouded over, I told him to put the pipe to his lips and slowly inhale. He breathed in a medium size puff before coughing and almost dropping the bowl. I grabbed it from him and laughed, which only made him mad. “Just show me how you do it okay?” He barked, before catching himself. “I mean… please.” Lighting the torch I took a perfect giant hit and blew it towards the tv. Handing him the pipe I lit it for him this time and coached him on how hard to inhale and how long. That time the hit was bigger and he only coughed once. Taking the pipe again, I suggested he take a shotgun from me, and reminded him to act like it was nothing so the girls didn’t think he was freaked by another guy. The logic was backwards but he fell for it as I slowly pressed my lips to his and filled his lungs with crystal clouds. I encouraged him to do the same for me, and he thrilled me by pressing his lips harder to mine that time, not pulling away when it ended in a small kiss. Not wanting to press my luck, I said he was doing well and we smoked without shotgunning, so I could check how big his clouds were. We finished the first bowl quickly and I loaded another, bigger bowl immediately, subtly implying that he was lucky I felt generous that night. We were thoroughly tweaked when Lana and Lois arrived, and all our inhibitions were gone. We spent the next few hours taking turns smoking and tagging the girls, Derek purposefully making sure that each of them saw him hit the pipe and shot gun with me a few times. Before I knew it, both of us had cum in our respective ‘date’ and Derek was so hot he ran off to hop in the shower. While they were gone, I slipped Lois the bag I owed her for that night and the girls got dressed and left. “Where’d they go?” Derek lamented reappearing from his bathroom in nothing but a pair of briefs, his hard cock pushing out the waist band. “They needed to pack for their trips and told me to tell you they might stop back by in a couple hours on their way to the airport.” I handed him the pipe as he sat next to me and we smoked and watched porn. Pretty soon we were both jerking off, me in the open, him through the fly of his calvins. “What’s that around you dick?” Derek nodded to the cock ring and ball separator I had put on earlier. I showed him the apparatus and asked if he wanted to try one on. He smiled and said yes, but was stymied when I thrust my hard on towards him and told him to get it off me and put it on himself. He blushed and looked up at me like I was nuts until I got frustrated. “Jesus Derek it is a dick not a rocket launcher,” I said, grabbing his hand and placing it on the snaps at the base of the ring. “Fucking sack up and help me get it off already.” He jumped into action, pulling and twisting the device in attempt to release my meat from it, before finally taking my cock in one hand, and pulling it off with the other. Feeling his hand stroke my slick dick accidentally as he pulled it free, I almost covered him in a cum load right then, but I knew the liquor was all but gone from his system by then and he might tweak out if I didn’t plan this next part just right. Holding in my load, I sat back down and watched amused as he tried to figure out how to put the ring on his own manhood. “Damn you’re helpless,” I said as I reached out, pulled him to standing in front of me, and ripped down his undies. Taking the ring from his hand I manipulated his cock and balls into it with as many “inadvertent” strokes as I could get away with. His dick was leaking like mad and I was happy his eyes were glued shut so I could open my mouth and catch a big glob of his juice on my tongue right as it dripped off his head. Smacking his ass, I told him he was done and pushed him back into his seat. He sat stunned for a moment, while I complimented him on how good he looked in it. “Really?” He asked me, finally gaining enough control to take his cock again and play with it. “Doesn’t it look kinda…gay?” “No way bro, lots of guys wear them, just look at the tv,” I said, pointing out a few of the porn stars waiting to gang bang the girl on the screen. “Most straight porn stars wear rings and fancy undies and even use toys in their butts once in awhile. It’s only gay if you wish it was a dick up there.” We both laughed at that and returned to stroking. When I was sure Derek could see me doing it, I took some lube from the table, covered my middle finger in it and worked it up into my hole. A few minutes later I added another before saying ‘fuck it!’ and pulling out my bag from next to the couch and dumping out a couple small vibrating plugs on the table. Taking the smallest one, I lubed it up, turned it on and pushed it slowly into my hole, all while Derek sat staring at my performance. “Try one,” I encourage him while jerking my dick. “I saw when Lana stuck her finger in your ass before” as I had told her to “and I know that you came in her only a few minutes later, so I know you liked it. Just try one dude.” “No way man,” Derek demurred. “Most I have ever had up there is a finger, and even then only when some girl caught me off guard.” “well then try a finger when you’re prepared,” I said, handing him a bottle of lube laced with tina. “This stuff is warming lube to help relax you and I promise no one will ever know. Go ahead…unless you’re worried about liking it so much you turn into a fag.” We laughed and he snatched the lube, squeezing out twice what he needed onto his middle and pointer fingers. As if he was dared, he threw his legs back so I could see and pushed them into his hole until they were all the way in, smiling at me like nothing was wrong. Still I could tell the burning from the laced lube had him rethinking his decision, so I complimented him. “Damn man, you must have balls of steel to take two fingers your first time,” stroking his ego with my admiration stopped him from pulling them out. “I bet that burns like a bitch right now, but with your tolerance for pain you could probably take a third finger once the sting wears off in a minute.” Sure enough a few minutes later, once he’d readjusted so he was facing the tv again, I watched as he added a third finger to his whole. When that seemed alright, I saw him begin to thrust them in and out, and could tell that was counteracting the tina-dick he was fighting. When his eyes drifted to the plugs on the table, I excused myself to the bathroom for a piss and instead ran to the bedroom to watch on my laptop as he grabbed the smaller of the two plugs I’d left on the table and worked it into his hole. Pounding away at his ass and stroking his dick he was still too high to get off. I walked back in just as he removed the smaller plug and was sitting on the bigger one. This fat rubber dong was more penis shaped than the last two but still ambiguous enough to keep him from feeling gay. Right as he managed to sit all the way down, I announced my presence with an offer to load one last free bowl. “What do you mean ‘last free bowl?’” He inquired, pretending he was just sitting on the table, not giving away the fact that 6 inches of black rubber were now inside him, stretching out his sphincter. “This shit is expensive man,” I said before shot-gunning a hit into his mouth. “I can’t keep smoking you out without you paying for any of it now can I? I am happy to provide sometimes, but how will I make money at it if I give it all away.” “Make money…so you sell this stuff?” Derek’s eyes were focused on the pipe that I held just out of reach. “Is that a problem?” He shook his head no. “Good then you can buy some for the next bowl.” “How do I do that?” Derek said, his dick now totally soft. “Well do you have any cash right now?” I asked, pulling out my phone. “Cause I can call my supplier and get some but I’ll either need to get some cash from you or take it from my sales and deduct it from what I was gonna pay you this week.” “I have like 20 bucks, what will that get me?” Derek asked, his cock shriveled to almost nothing, but his ass still hungry for the plug. “Almost nothing,” I kept lying to get him where I needed him to be. “but I will pull some of what I was gonna pay you and we can figure that out later. In the mean time, have another drink and I’ll get my dude to stop over with some for you.” Within 30 mins, Derek was hard again and working the plug in his hole, unaware that I’d slipped from g and a crushed tab of Viagra into his glass. He was so into stroking his cock that he didn’t realize I had company until I walked in with Matt, one of the boys who sold for me. “This is Matt,” I introduced them while Derek tried futilely to cover his hard on. “He is my supplier. Here’s your money Matty.” I handed Matt a folded up stack of $100 bills that he’d handed to me only moments before when we met out in the hall. Matt knew I didn’t want Derek to know that I was the real head of the operation, so he agreed to pretend to be my supplier. He also didn’t mind checking out the straight boy on my couch. Matt may have looked straight at almost 6’5”, with ripped muscular arms and pecs, tanned skin and some gang tats on his body, but really he was a bottom through and through, who sold to half the thugs in the county and occasionally let them get some for free if they would breed him with their thick black dicks. “Thanks bro, here’s your goods.” He handed me a small bag. “You can have some more if you let me jack off your boy here.” “Sorry bro, he’s straight like me,” I said, motioning for Derek to sit down since he had almost bolted when Matt suggested taking him into hand. “But you can watch me jerk it for a little extra if you want.” “Sounds good man,” Matt said, following me down the hall to my room. Once we shut the door, I wasted no time spinning matt around, bending him over my dresser, whipping out my stiff cock and reaming his hole bare. I shot deep inside in a few minutes which made him shoot all over the wood. “So I thought you said you didn’t fuck the help?” Matt whispered while pulling his pants up. “This guy must have you going fucking nuts to make you go to all this trouble and break your own rule. I hope he plays hard to get cause I would love to have you fuck me like that all the time.” I laughed and we traded the money again and I handed him a much bigger bag of goods, actually worth the amount he was paying me. We walked back out past Derek, who tossed a throw pillow over his crotch as Matt left, and I thanked Matt at the door for the help. Returning to the room, Derek asked me if I really let Matt watch me jerk off for party goods and I told him yes, before tossing him the small bag of goodies I owed him. “If you want I can give him your number,” I said as Derek frantically tried to load a bowl. “He might give you some freebies if you let him watch you do a show online.” “Yeah right man, I make 300-400 a session doing one of those,” Derek said as he fumbled to hit the pipe. “That’s about what that baggy in your hands cost,” I said pointing to the $40 or 50 worth he held in his hands. “He’d probably front you a bag half that size for a simple jack off video.” Derek hit the pipe and we smoke in silence, with him stroking his meat and his mind pondering the idea of selling jerk off videos for drugs. Finally the combo of the plug, his strokes and the tina was getting to him and he shot all over his chest, up onto his neck and even hitting his cheek. As he collapsed back onto the couch and caught his breath, I asked again if I could give Matt his number, and he nodded yes. Part 3 Over the next few days Derek and I worked side by side ripping up carpet, tearing out cabinets and removing old hollow core doors from the apartments. At night, we declined from partying for a day or two after both of us “ran out” of favors. But by Wednesday, Lana was sending Derek shots of her masturbating and sexy emails (per my instruction) and asked him to send some back of him smoking and jerking off. Coincidentally only a few minutes after Derek told lana he didn’t have the cash to buy any more tina, “Matt” texted him and asked if he’d consider jerking off in exchange for more. Watching the video stream from his room, I stroked my cock as Derek gave in and agreed, sending Matt (aka me on a burner phone) the link to a live site. Sneaking upstairs into the office, Derek was almost silent, not realizing I was aware of his actions the whole time. That night I watched and instructed Derek in every move of his hand and thrust of his fingers into his tight hole until he splashed cum all over himself. By the time he’d cleaned up and got back to the apartment, I was sitting in the living room with a fresh baggie from “Matt” for him. We stayed up all night that night, smoking and jerking, Derek sending photos of himself puffing and pounding his pud to Lana, who sent them right back to me. By the next morning we’d smoked it all and Derek had ridden the 6 inch plug to orgasm twice. This time it only took two days before Derek texted “Matt” and wanted to trade again. “Matt” suggested this time that he deliver the sack first and Derek make a home movie jerking off and playing with his ass, so Matt could watch it later. Derek agreed and while he went out for a swim, Matt must have stopped by because I was waiting in the living room with another sack of favors. This time we matched bowls, and I showed Derek how to use the video camera feature on my phone to make a video. Derek excused himself to his room this time and made a nasty video, riding his fingers and the 6 inch plug while wearing the cock ring, before shooting all over his bedspread. The next day I gave Derek his first payment, minus the 300 I supposedly paid for his first sack. He handed it right back and asked me to get him more favors and went out and found a girl at a bar, brought her back and had me film him while he fucked her all over the apartment and even took her down to the pool for a midnight ass fuck. After his newest sack ran out, she pretended to get a call and high-tailed it out the door. Broke, higher than fuck and hard, he texted “Matt” who told him this time if he wanted to get more favors, he’d have to get Mr. E to jerk off with him, and they’d have to stroke each other. I returned to the living room just as Derek read the text and got very upset. I asked him what was the matter. “He wants us to spank it together,” Derek said, blushing hard. “Otherwise he won’t give me anymore favors.” “I dunno Derek,” I feigned discomfort. “I don’t think I am down to do that without a chick here. Seems kinda gay.” “Yeah Mr. E, you’re right,” Derek responded. “Guess we can’t win them all.” Derek went back to room and tried for the next two hours to jerk off while watching old porn on his shitty computer but finally passed out still hard, never getting to cum. A few days passed and Derek kept texting and asking for more favors, asking if there was anything else he could do to get more, but “Matt” held firm. Finally after an especially rough day ripping out the old vanity in one of the bigger apartments, Derek received a text from Lana telling him she’d be back that weekend and wanted to get high and let him fuck her all weekend long. It took less than a minute for him to approach me and ask if I had any favors to share. “Nah sorry Derek,” I said, lying through my teeth while feeling the large bag of favors in my pockets. “Then will you front me my paycheck?” Derek asked hopefully. “I know I am not supposed to get another one from you for a few weeks but I really need to get more favors before Lana gets back in town.” “I wish I could Derek,” Lying again. “But until the next rent due date I am running low on funds, what with paying the contractor, plumber and electrician this week.” “Then please Mr. E, Sir,” He swallowed, gathering up his courage. “Please make the jerk off video with me. I know it seems kinda screwed up, pardon the language, but if you want you can just lay back and I’ll jerk you off and we can negotiate with Matt and get some favors for this weekend.” “I don’t think I can Derek,” I was already hard at the prospect. ”It’s too gay.” “It’s only gay if we like it,” Derek said, smiling. “Please Mr. E. I really, really need to smoke. Please.” “Alright Derek, I will do it for you. But you’d better make sure we get the stuff first and make sure Matt doesn’t want anything extra.” “Will do sir!” Derek ran back to his room and texted my burner. The deal was done. “Matt” would drop off some goodies while Derek worked out, and then he and I would make a jerk off video. A few hours later Derek returned from the work out room, sweaty and shirtless, his shorts hanging so low I could see the base of his cock as he dashed into his room to shower up. When he returned wearing tighty-whiteys and socks, I handed him a drink laced with a serious dose of ghb and Viagra, before pulling out the large bag of goodies and telling him I set up the camera in my bedroom so we’d be more comfortable. He reluctantly hopped onto the bed and his hands shook when I handed him the pipe, so I offered to light it for him. The glow of the torch hit his face and I could tell the ghb was taking effect, but there was something else I hadn’t expected. His eyes seemed full of fear, like he might run off before he was fully drugged. He opened his mouth to say something and I told him to inhale, just like the first night we got high together. As his lungs filled with smoke, I leaned in closer, until he started to exhale, and for the first time in weeks, he shotgunned the smoke into my mouth. This time I kissed him softly as the smoke passed to me. With the infusion of Tina in his system, the fear started to leave his eyes, and I handed him his cup and told him to finish it. Doing as he was told, I stood up and stripped off my tee shirt and shorts, my hard, dripping 8 inch cock springing out and hitting my tight fuzzy belly. “Finished,” He said, setting the cup on the bedside table. As he turned back towards me, I took advantage of his distracted mind and moved in so my cock brushed across his chest as I moved in to sit down. He flinched and tried to move away before realizing he was between my body and the wall on the bed and there was nowhere to go. I grabbed the remote and started the porn on my bedroom tv, and we both watched, our bodies stretched out with our shoulders and heads propped up on the pillows, as a lithe teen blonde took four men into bed and began sucking their cocks and fingering her pussy. Derek tried not to be too obvious as he fished out his hardening dick and stroked it, before remembering he was supposed to be jerking mine. He looked over at me in the darkened room and gingerly placed his fingers over my pulsing shaft. Mimicking his actions, but with more confidence, I too fingered his dick, but took it firm in my hand and began to stroke. “UUUUHNNN, fuck yes Mr. E.” Derek moaned, before stopping himself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that.” “It’s okay Derek,” I whispered in his ear, using my other hand to press take his fingers and close them around my cock. “Now we better get to business if we want more favors.” We stroked each other hard now, both of us working the other, while moaning and grunting. After a few minutes I told Derek that Matt offered us twice as much tina if one of us would suck the other one in the video. “Would you like me to suck you Derek?” my lips almost pressed to his ear as I said it. He didn’t respond but closed his eyes, the ghb was now totally in control of him. I took my hand away from his cock and reached over and picked up the pipe, pressing it to his mouth. Lighting it, he inhaled as soon as I whispered “go.” Eyes still closed, I waited until he finished inhaling, then rolled over on top of him and French kissed him, sucking the clouds from his lungs and into mine. With his arms pinned under my knees on either side of him, I sat up a little and took another hit and blew it back into him. This time when I pulled away, he sat up a little, chasing my lips as if he wanted more. I smiled the smile of a victorious man and sank down to his crotch level, releasing him from my body weight and asked again. “Would you like me to suck you Derek?” Without waiting for his answered I swallowed his cock almost to the base, eliciting a moan and causing both of his hands to grab my hair and try to force me deeper. I deep throated him for a few minutes while my hands snuck under the blanket and brought out the laced lube. He gasped as my thick middle digit pierced his hole and burrowed deep into him. Something resembling the words “my butt’s burning” escaped his mouth but I only added more fingers until three were inside him. Thicker than his own fingers, three of mine were easily as thick as the plug he was now used to, but the plug didn’t spread and stretch the hole like my fingers were. A whimper and some leg action to push away from me told me Derek was trying to make an escape and I chortled at how pitiful his attempt was due to his drugged state of mind. Still I wasn’t a total ass, so I ripped my fingers from his hole, bringing him to a small scream, before, climbing back up his chest, re-pinning his arms beneath my thighs and slapping my cock against his mouth. His glassy eyes opened wide and he tried to turn his head, but I’d have none of that. “Your turn, Derek.” I said, sliding my cock head between his lips. “Come on now, I am doing this because you asked me to, so take my dick in your mouth, and no teeth.” “GmHpphrrmm” came out around my dick, and I freed it for a second to hear his final thoughts on the matter. “Getuff me, youkint dothiz. I dunt wantuh sukeur dick.” “Look at me Derek, Look at me!” I took my dick away, swung my hand down and smacked him just hard enough to bring him to full attention for a moment. His eyes met mine as I smiled and leaned closer. “You asked me to make this video with you, you practically begged. You even offered to do all the work just so you could get a fix. So now you’re going to do what you need to do to earn your baggy and you can relax and accept it and maybe have an okay time or you can fight me and try to get away and end up torn open and used like an old paper bag. It is up to you, but make no mistake. You will take my cock in your mouth and suck my dick and anything else I tell you to do or I will kick your ass to the curb, cut off your supply of goodies, and send the video of you smoking, stroking and stuffing your slutty ass to the dean, your parents and all of your old teammates. You’ll be kicked out of school, disowned, shunned, and you’re still going to end up sucking dick, mine or some other dealer’s. Now open wide if we understand one another.” “Fuck you faggot.” Derek said, on the verge of tears. Slamming the lids shut, he swallowed hard and opened his mouth. I straightened up again and moved my dick onto his virgin tongue, forcing it back into his throat. He gagged at first but I explained that he’d need to breathe through his nose when he could as I pushed it further and cut off his air supply. Thrashing and bucking his eyes popped open but he avoided using his teeth and did his best to take what I gave him. When he began to get the hang of it I reached back, took a large crystal from the bedside table and speared it up into Derek’s boyhole, eliciting a squeal from around my dick. I plugged it up with the same plug he’d been so fond of only days before, and gave his shriveled tina dick and jiggle as I returned my attention to throat fucking the fight out of him for another 5 minutes or so. Sufficiently satisfied that he’d gotten me to full mast and provided enough snot and slobber, I withdrew all the way and climbed off of him. Curling up, he coughed and whimpered, scooting himself towards the head of the bed and mumbling something like wudyaduduma as he went. “What did I do to you?” He nodded and reached to remove the plug, but my hand was faster and I pinned his wrist and shook my head in disapproval. “You’ll want that where it is for now, trust me. As for what I did, I gave you exactly what you wanted, the high of your life. Your drink was spiked with ghb, aka the date rape drug, and you downed it so fast I am amazed you didn’t pass out. What you should be asking is what do I have planned for you. That one is much more interesting, but I think I should show you instead of telling you.” I grabbed Derek’s toned legs and twisted until he had no choice but to flip onto his stomach. Pulling him by the ankles, I worked him toward me until his knees were off the mattress, before separating them with my own legs and climbing up between his toned smooth thighs. Reaching out I plucked the butt plug from its home in one foul swoop. Bucking in protest, I caught sight of Derek’s face in the mirror in my headboard and knew that he’d finally figured out what was coming. His hands shot out in front of him, wildly grasping the bedspread in hopes of pulling himself to safety, but without any traction from his legs, he was out of luck. Inching closer, my hands reached out to where the lube had been concealed and retrieved a steady cam remote. With the press of a button the TV screen switched over to a live feed from all the many cameras hidden around the bedroom and I scrolled through them until I found the one I wanted: a hidden camera in the alarm clock, angled just right to see Derek’s face. Animal instinct and primal fear were evident in his face, suggesting he’d given up the urge to fight and was now relying on flight to save him. Setting down the remote and spreading his ass cheeks with one hand, I clasped the other to his neck, immobilizing his movement just slightly, and turning the look on his face into a look of defeat. “No.” was the last coherent word I made out from him that night, when my massive cock head slid up against his sphincter and pressed in. Derek lost his ability to process language when the pressure got higher and my butt cheeks clenched, drawing my dick forward until it burst into Derek’s virgin hole. Adrenaline and pain combined to make his body seize forward, but only until it bounced against the mattress and sprung back, causing my cock to go further. Taking his ensuing screech as an invitation, I sunk my staff all the way in until my body was pressed tight to his own. Sobs rocked his chest when I felt my cock pierce a third pulsing ring, so the boy who’d done nothing but respect and obey me from day one was in pain and I was causing it. It was clear to me that I had to pull myself off, beg his forgiveness and fix what I’d done, but all of that was forgotten when I started to pull out and his asshole grasped my helmet and squeezed enticingly. I sunk back deeper still into his hole, and he gasped, then sobbed again. With all my will power I managed to pull out almost half way before a different muscle gripped and wouldn’t let me out. Accordingly I slammed back in again, followed by a bigger gasp and quieter sobs. Finally I speedily reared back until I was almost free, this time his outer hole closing tight, locking my bulbous cockhead inside. Not one to argue with physiology I figured that whatever his mind had to tell itself about hating what was happening, his butt was not about to let it stop. Pumping slowly at first then faster, I worked myself up until I was truly fucking the former virgin beneath my roaring form. Glancing up I saw that Derek’s face was no longer contorted in pain as it had been upon my initial entry, but the tv now showed it to be conflicted, upset but intrigued. Scooting back until my feet touched the ground, while pulling his semi-conscious form along, I repositioned myself and spun him around until he was on his back, my cock never leaving his bowels. Sure enough, he was as hard as I was, maybe harder and pulsing along with no help from his or my hand. Arms limp above him and tear streaked head rolling from side to side I resumed my pounding, now faster and deeper with his legs over my forearms. He suddenly came to life and moved his arms to my chest to push me away. Beating against my hairy pecs with all the strength his drugged body could muster, he moaned and sucked in breath, until his eyes popped open, his abs tightened and his ass milked me like nothing I’d ever felt. Unable to speak, I shot my gaze deep into his and grunted to warn that he was about to receive my sperm. Almost as if he understood me, he nodded once, then his hands, which had been fighting me off, reached out and grabbed my hips and my neck, pulling me in deeper on each thrust. Before I could impregnate my straight victim, his neck arched, his chest puffed up and his untouched cock began to shoot all over both of us, soaking my furry chin, chest and abs, as well as his smooth lips, nose, adam’s apple, and down to his belly button. This was exactly what I had hoped for the first day we met, except for one final thing. Then suddenly it was complete. My uretha swelled and opened as I shot stream after stream of hot meth-laced semen so deep in his ass that it might still be there. Counting when I watched the video later, it looks from the outside like I shot at least 12 hard shots and another 15 or so medium sized spurts before my balls gave out and I collapsed onto Derek’s delirious body. When I came to a few minutes later, Derek was also just regaining consciousness and mumbling. When both of our eyes focused and he realized it was really happening, he shook his head for a second, then closed his eyes, turned his head away from me, and squeezed my cock with his hole. “More huh?” I asked, my hoarse voice full of lust. His hands reached down and squeezed my ass cheeks then fell to his sides. His will was broken and his ass was mine. I shot another load in him before I ever pulled out, and managed another two loads, one in his throat and one both on his asshole and inside it, before the drugs completely wore off. He came once more, in the shower, while crying, after I dumped him there once I was done. When he was sober enough to get out, he locked himself in his room with his party favors, the plug I left inside him to keep my loads in, and a copy of the video we’d just made. Over the next few hours he smoked the last of the tina and tried not to freak out. Watching via the hidden cams, I saw as he texted Lana, receiving no response, before struggling and finally taking his phone and texting someone else. Hearing a buzz I looked over and saw “Matt’s” phone had a new message. It said: ‘have vid u requested. should b worth 2x what u gave me or more. If u like it enuf I can make sequel.’ Attached was a clip from the video of me sucking Derek’s dick and another clip of me pounding his hole Typing furiously I responded: ‘If ur willing 2 do that, maybe we can work it out so u never have 2 pay. I have friends 4 u 2 meet and service.’ Watching the camera, I saw him start to work the plug in his ass. Reading the response, he took a deep breath and typed back: ‘Whatever u want but I need more stuf asap. I want 2 be so hi I dont remember what I did 2day.’ My smile widened and I picked up the pipe and a bottle of g off the table before responding: ’ever been 2 rest stop on hwy 85? Its worth 3x as much if I can c u with other guys there.’ ‘just tell me when n where 2 go. I need 2 get hi now.’ The end of part 3

Oscar saw that Tommy could get most of my cock into his mouth and throat and he told Tommy that since his monster cock was too big for Tommy's mouth he just use his boypussy. Oscar loved to scare a boy and often could make them cry before he even started but Tommy would soon learn how every boy eventually cried when Oscar used them. Oscar told Bobby to bump Tommy and make it big. As Bobby went for the supplies Oscar talked with Tommy. "Tommy, since your a whore now and you can't suck my tool I guess you'll let me just fuck you." Tommy clearly was nervous and actually started shaking. "I won't fuck you boy, not even with you being a whore, unless you beg me too. Do you want me to wreck your new boyhole and make you cry like a little boy?" "Oh, sir, I can't take your cock, it would kill me." Bobby returned and showed Oscar how big of a bump he had and Oscar nodded for him to shoot it in Tommy's hole. As Bobby stepped back Oscar pushed a finger into Tommy. "OK, Tommy, let me just finger your boyhole and see if I can make you horny, isn't that fair?" "Yeah that's nice. I wish I had more practice because I want to please you. Could you use two fingers, please" Oscar pushed a second finger in. "I knew you'd like these fat fingers of mine. Here taste them" Tommy licked then started sucking on them and Oscar knew the bump had started. "I bet you'd like three fingers in you, just ask me" "Yeah please give me three fingers, please now" Oscar pushed three fingers of his other hand into Tommy as he finger fucked the boy's mouth. A minute later he pulled his hands back and looked at Tommy and could see the hunger in his eyes and asked him, "Tommy is your boyhole feeling empty?" "Please put your fingers in me" "No, Tommy, nothing is going near your hole again until you ask, no beg, me to fuck you and wreck you, and ask me to hurt you. I want to hear you cry because you need me and you want me to break you." Tommy started to shake for a few moments and then looked at Oscar and begged. "Please I need you in me, go ahead and wreck, ruin, break me. I don't care I need to be fucked." Tommy repeated it a few times and got louder each time and finally he broke and started crying. Oscar told Tommy to get ready to be fucked and destroyed and George brought the poppers to Tommy and after five good hits Oscar started to enter the boy.

I am in the countryside at moment and went to local cruising ground last night, had first load fucked into me by a guy I have met before down there, into leather not a huge cock but knows what to do with it, fucked me and pumped a nice load inside which I felt him shoot. next guy was no good, said he'd had too much to drink but I think he was lookin to be fucked or got scared doing raw. The next guy was shaven head, found out he was shaved all over small but meaty frame and fucked well with a semi decent sized cock his hole was well lubed so he also got fucked as well. I like a cum whore. then a guy in chav baseball cap and england jacket with trackie bottoms, tall and medium build nice big long cock with large mushroom head really fucked hard and long, kept his head fuckin the third ring and opening me right up. when he shot I could peel him pumpin up the shaft and when he pulled out it was running down my legs so he wiped and fed it to me. Next guy just wanted to be blowed, middle aged guy balding with middlin sized cock but a decent load that filled my mouth. I spat some in my hand and fed it to my hole. it was going in there one way or another. then a smallish young guy who I expected wanted fucking or use a condom but he did neither and fucked well with a smallish cock and really pumped the juice then kept fucking it rght inside me. definitely not what I was expecting from him. The next guy was an older taxi driver, who wasn't really into the fuck, semi hard cock of medium size, shot his load inside me but it wasnt anything to write home about. So 5 loads and a bit extra but i'm still wanting more so going out son to see who's around,

I love a lot of these stories about bugchasing and gifting here at Breeding Zone. But this one is truly one of the best because it isn't the story of a breeding or a conversion, but of a whole different, hotter thing: the birth of an infecter. What a brilliant story. And as someone who has witnessed in himself the birth of a bugchaser (tho' not yet converted) I recognized the sudden realizations this kid had. I think one of the best reasons to get pozzed is to share it with neg guys -- in a way to change from being a receiver bottom to being a gifter top. And yet it's amazing how few writers talk about it.