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Dad’s Basement Part One OFF LIMITS !!!! That’s how it always was, no one had access to the basement except Dad. Growing up I used to imagine that he was a mad scientist and it was his laboratory where he conducted hair raising experiments. As I got older, my thoughts changed - was it his private gym - he was built, but I knew he went to a gym early in the morning - hell I even went with him quite a few times. My mind always wondered, but I never had the chance to go down —— until now. Here it was my eighteenth birthday, I was home alone, which was the norm since Mom ran off with some man she met on the internet when I was starting my teen years and has not been heard from since. It was when I was heading to the kitchen to get my breakfast, that I saw it. The basement door was open, not wide open, but just enough to know someone could go down there. Stomach be damned, my curiosity was strong than my hunger at this point. I had to see what was down there. “Dad, are you home?” I yelled. No response. I made my way to the laundry room, which accessed the garage and saw that his truck was gone. My stomach groaned - not from hunger, but nerves. I made my way through the house, looking for my Dad. I wanted to make sure I was home alone. I was still scared of getting caught in the “forbidden basement.” He was no where to be found in the house, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t hiding some where. Fuck I can’t believe I would think that my own Dad would set me up. I had to make sure. Grabbing my cell, I dialed Dad’s number, he quickly answered after one ring, was he waiting for this call. Was this a set up? “Morning Squirt, what’s up?” he said. Squirt - the nickname he knew I hated, yet called me that when it was just the two of us. “Dad, do you want me to do the yard today?” I asked “It’s your birthday and you want to do yard work? We can do it this weekend, together. Any more silly questions or can I get back to my work so I can be home on time?” he replied. “Yeah, are you coming home early or what, like you said it is my birthday.” “Right now, Squirt, it looks like normal time. Got any other pressing questions?” “Nah, I’m good” I replied. "Bye, Dad.” I hung up and quickly made my way to the basement door. In my mind I expected it to be closed and locked, thinking it was all a trick of my mind. Without knowing it I held my breathe as I made my way to the door, only to slowly release it seeing that the door was still a jar. Nervously, I slowly pushed the door open, exposing the darkened stairs which lead to the mysterious basement below. I squinted my eyes to see if I could see anything in the darkness below. Nothing! That first step was the hardest, I had always known I was not allowed down here, but with finding the door opened I could not help but break the rule. I felt the way to see if I could find a switch to illuminate the mystery, nothing. Another what the fuck? I slowly descended the stairs until I was at the bottom. The nerves in my stomach were twitching so bad that I thought I was going to throw up. I was frozen to the floor, as my hands explored the walls, searching for a light switch. It wasn't long until I found one. I closed my eyes and flipped it, as I thought “let there be light.” At that moment, I wondered if this is really what I wanted. Did I want to know my Dad’s secret? I slowly opened my eyes, finding the room flooded with a red light. The walls were darkly painted and if I were to guess they were black. There was symbols painted on they walls with phrases under them. The one that was the biggest and stood out the most was a circle like symbol, that I had seen somewhere before, but did not know where, and had the phrase under it that said “TOXIC FOR LIFE” Else where there were sayings like “no load refused,” “Seed belongs in holes,” and “gifting is the way” - and more. I didn’t under stand. I slowly moved inwards, noticing a leather pad hanging from chains in one corner, two padded “saw horses” in the middle of the room. What the fuck is this place, I thought. It’s not a gym, because I have never seen equipment like this. As I made my way back, I saw that tucked under the stairs was an open shower area, with white tiles and three heads and two drains. I still didn’t understand. I passed out of that room and into another. The room was painted just like the other, with more phrases. The only different was the symbol, this time there was a huge scorpion on the wall, freaky as shit and ugly as hell. Under the big scorpion was shelves with little brown bottles on them, as well as what looked like plastic bottles filled with a clear liquid. I racked my mind trying to figure out what this shit was and what it was used for. From where I was standing there was a darkened opening to my left and one to my right, leading off to who knows where and what. Being adventurous, I went to the left, it was dark inside so I felt my way. I bumped into the a wall in front of me, but felt an opening to my right, so I turned and continued. I bumped and turned many times again. Shit this was some kind of maze. I panicked, I tried to remember which way I turned and went. What if I get trapped in here and Dad finds me here. I turned and moved, finding relief when I found the opening to get out. I have to be more careful. I discovered nothing with that adventure, so I decided to head to the other opening I went across the room and into through the other opening to find a wall blocking me, but with openings on the left and right. I went left only to find that this lead me to a room with another wall that went completely across the room. I walked to my right keeping a distance from the new wall with my hand on the wall that I first came to. I saw that there was three holes in the wall, which allowed light to come through. I gathered my courage and crossed the room to the middle hole, to discover that the hole came up to about my crotch. I slowly squatted down and looked through the hole - only to see the outside door to the left, which was letting in the light from out side through the frosted windows. I didn’t understand any of this. I went back out and look around the big room again, I failed to notice more shelves holding more brown bottles and plastic squeeze bottles. In each corner was a TV, hung high near the ceiling. As I got back to the stairs, I realized there was another opening on the wall with the light switch. It was still dark inside, so I reached around inside trying to find the new room’s light switch. A musty smell invaded my nostrils, rousing my curiosity, as well as my cock. Why was I turned on by this smell. Moments later I found the switch and found this room was a locker room. The lockers formed a square in the center, yet none were on the outer walls. Entering I found why. There were hundreds of used jocks nailed to the wall with pictures under them. The jocks were stained, some a bright yellow, some creamy, some very dark yellow. I lifted one of the jocks to look at the picture. It was of a naked man who’s cock was hard as a rock, my guess the owner of the jock. I lifted the picture up, to find a name, date, and what looked like a code - numbers mixed with three letters in the middle. Looking around I could see that three walls were almost covered with jocks. The fourth was bare. At this point I wanted out of the basement. I had so many questions, yet I found that I didn’t want to seek the answers to them. Switching off the lights I made my way I back upstairs, climbed them and put the basement door like I found it. My mind was racing - what the fuck was that shit downstairs and what did it all mean. Confused, I wanted answers, but again I didn’t. Was I really suppose to see this? Did Dad make a mistake? I went to my room, grabbed my laptop, determined to find out what all this was, even if it took all day. I logged in and had an email from my Dad pop up on my desk top. It’s subject line was “BASEMENT” - I forgo my searching to read this. It read: Squirt, I left the basement open for you today. It is time you found out what the secret is. It was after your call that I knew you were going to head down there. So here is what I do down there. I SUCK DICK, GET MY DICK SUCKED, FUCK ASS AND GET MY ASS FUCKED. I can only put it bluntly. Yes, son I am a faggot, cocksucker, or if you want me to be pc - I am gay. I built the basement as a sex club for men like me. We get together as much as possible to have sex. There is a sling hanging from the ceiling, fuck benches, a maze with glory holes, and a glory hole wall to suck cock from people not in our “Club.” I have well stocked it will lube and poppers (you snort to get a rush - not drugs), the TV’s are for porn. I am sure you are wondering what are on the walls. Son, we are a Poz Fuck Club, each of the members is HIV positive and each man enjoys passing his strain to others. We do not let loads of cum go to waste - we swallow and we breed. The jocks and pictures are of men who had been converted by our club members. I know this may shock you, that your Dad is a toxic cock slut, but after discovering what you were watching on line, I thought it was time for you to know, learn and maybe join in (this part makes my cock hard) Don’t be embarrassed - I want you to be open about sex even with me. I will be open with you. We will talk more when I get home. Happy Birthday Son Love ya, Dad I read the email over and over. He knew what I watched on line. I was so scared that if he ever discovered my secret, it would either scare him or anger him, not turn him on. I needed to talk my mind off him and the basement until he got home. So I headed to the living room to watch movies until he got home.

- After reading so many fucking hoT stories here, I decided I’d give it a try and see what you studs think. It starts off a little slow, as far as parTying goes, but trust me, I’ll get there as fast as a can. Enjoy! Part 1 – Who He Always Was During his first sexual encounter at the age of 18, Blake knew what he liked. Like a moth to the flame, Blake was drawn to aggressive, dominant fucking. His first fuck hinted at what lurked beneath. And while he didn’t completely let loose that first time around, he knew what he liked and he would make sure every fuck after that was tinged in that darkness he craved. Shortly after graduating high school he finally gathered the courage to explore the feelings he had pushed down for so long. He knew he was gay, and he knew from all the porn he had watched for years that he needed an ass to fuck. Growing up in a relatively small town didn’t allow for the sexual escapades his dick yearned for. Jacking his dick, night after night, he wished it was a tight hole that he could just use and abuse. As that summer got into full swing, Blake’s balls needed a release that his hands just couldn’t provide any more. While he had already been accepted into one of his top universities, he decided to visit Austin, TX that summer to give the campus a look, but more importantly, to find a willing hole to fuck. Even then, at 18, he knew his 8.5-inch uncut dick was something special. And the fact that it was attached to a 6’1”, athletic frame with a light dusting of black hair on his chest that gave way to an ever so slight treasure trail, only added to his appeal. But even being given the gift of physicality, his eyes were what drew every girl (and guy too) in his home town crazy. His dark eyes and hair greatly complimented his fair skin. His entire presence was something powerful, and combined with his smile and gaze, he could disarm most anyone; a talent that would come in handy as he grew into sexuality. As he drove to Austin, he began thinking about the porn he had watched that seemed to move to the forefront of his mind. His favorites where the amateur/home-made clips. Something about the unproduced, unrehearsed fuck sessions he saw drove him crazy, especially when the top was aggressive. As it turned out, the most aggressive and dominant tops who he admired most, the ones who spit on sluts they fucked, were the ones who fucked raw. His favorite clip was in some unknown apartment, with modest furnishings. A sling in the middle of the room had a Hispanic bottom restrained in the sling, blindfolded. The stud fucking him did so without mercy. The sounds of chains clanking, and the bottom moaning in pleasure were only drowned out by the top-stud saying, “Take my fucking dick, faggot!” Each thrust made the bottom moan, and the camera panned down to the raw dick sliding in and out of the bottom, and finally you hear the top yell, “Take my fucking cum, slut.” And he grabs the bottom’s shoulders and gets his dick as deep as he can while he loads up the bound bottom. “Fucking perfect,” were the only words that escaped Blake’s lips the first time he saw that clip as he shot volley after volley of cum all over his chest and chin. With his rock hard cock aching to shoot, he began to wonder what would be the easiest and fastest way to get an ass wrapped around his cock. He had done his fair share of flirting and sexting, both online and on Grindr, so he was no stranger to getting the ball rolling. He pulled into a parking lot attached to a fast-food chain with free wi-fi and logged on. Within about 5 minutes he had numerous bottoms looking for his attention. Many couldn’t host, so that limited his choices, but one host stuck out: Jason. 5’11”, brown hair, green eyes, slim build, 20 years old with a place all his own. He arrived 15 minutes later after confirming the details and was happy with his choice. Jason answered the door in just a pair of gym shorts that rode low enough to see that he was wearing a black jockstrap. His body looked tight, and Blake’s 18-year-old cock sprang to life. After the initial awkwardness of his first fuck, Blake found his calling as a true top stud. Over the course of the night, Blake filled Jason’s hole with 6 loads. But somewhere in the heat of the fucking, Blake found one hand on Jason’s throat, squeezing ever so slightly, waiting for protest, but none came. He took that as a green light and squeezed harder, and as he squeezed, Jason’s ass clenched around his raw dick. And just like that, he knew he was in control. He knew, from then on, he had the power to fuck and fill useless sluts however he wanted. He didn’t quite know what that all meant, but has he held Jason down and spit directly onto his face, he smirked. He slowly withdrew is cum-covered cock until just the head remained, and at that last moment he shoved it back in has hard as he could. Taking pleasure in the moans Jason was making, he regretted that it had taken so long to finally get his dick inside someone. *** Blake came back to reality. He often thought of his first fuck. It was the culmination of years of pent-up sexual energy let loose. And oh how he had grown over the last 5 years, he thought. Not only had he graduated from university and secured a job at a top public relations firm in Dallas, but also discovered the joys of tina-fueled fuck sessions. His parents passed away in a car accident shortly after his sophomore year in college and left him quite a bit of money. It was during his time of mourning that he discovered meth and hadn’t looked back since. He was smart enough to not let the drug control his life, because 1) Blake was always the one in charge and 2) He learned that the high was intensified when he was able to brake unsuspecting boys and men by not only getting them to smoke and slam, (Blake LOVED slamming virgin veins and getting it on cam) but to also take his raw cock for hours on end. Blake cleaned up his downtown apartment, got everything in order and in place: restraints on the bed posts, blindfold in the night stand, tina, pipe and points ready to go, cameras set up and various toys and lube on hand when needed. He jumped in the shower and said to himself, “What hole is going to get ruined tonight?”, as he stroked his growing cock. Some poor fucker had no idea what was in store for him.

Dad’s Basement - Part Two I spent the day on the sofa, half watching movies to take my mind off what I saw in the basement and the other half thinking about it. I would catch myself playing with my cock through my shorts when my mind wondered to the basement. The thought of Dad and his buddies fucking and sucking seemed to leave my cock harder than I had ever before experienced, and the thought they were (I imagined) playing in the basement even while I was sleeping upstairs somehow made the vision even more enticing. Still, one would have thought I would have heard my Dad come home, or at least the garage door go up and his diesel truck pulling inside, but nope: I was lost in thought, my hand inside my shorts wrapped around my hard cock when Dad's voice awoke me out of my day dream. “Wow, Son that’s quite a greeting for your old man!” Dad said when he saw me. “Dad!” I yelled, slapped back to reality and jerking my hand out of my shorts. “Anything interesting happen today, Son?” Dad asked coyly. “Well, let’s see. I found out that my Dad likes cock - every which way he can get it, has a sex club in our basement, and likes to spread his disease to others,” I said. "Other than that it was a quiet day.” “Yeah Son, I am a pig, a toxic pig, who loves to give into the most deviant sexual pleasure imaginable, and I am not ashamed to do.” “It’s okay Dad, I think it’s hot.” “Hot, huh? Like when you spy on your old man and jack your cock as I shower or stroke my cock in bed?” I had to smile as I nodded 'yes'. “It’s okay Son. I have no issue with any of that. Fuck, it was a turn on knowing you jack your boy cock watching me,” Dad remarked, adding “See?” I looked down at the front of his jeans, his hard cock was straining against the denim. I stood up, which allowed Dad to see my shorts were tented by my own very hard cock. “Does knowing what we do in the basement turn you on, Son?” “Definitely, Dad.” “Good, but I need to know if the full range of our activities turns you on, or is there some component of our sessions leave you uncertain or even afraid?" “The HIV component, Dad, scares me, yet it also excites me," I had to acknowledge. “Most boys your age have those mixed emotions. After conversion (or infected), sex becomes uninhibited, free from restraints of safety. That’s what we do in the basement: fuck free. There are times when we meet just to help a man break those restraints and become free. Understand?” “I think so. You take men who are not carrying HIV and give it to them?” “Yes. Some take it willingly and some don’t. Some want it and some don’t know they want it, but still get it.” As he gave this explanation Dad was rubbing his cock through his jeans, which rendered me even more excited. Our conversation was turning both of us on, and in fact I am fairly sure I could see his cock pulsate, even through his jeans, particularly when his palm caressed the his cock head. “Do the jocks and pictures nailed to the wall represent all of the men that you have infected?” “I didn’t infect them all, Son, but yes, they do represent the men who were infected by a member of the Club. That's our trophy wall It reminds us of who is carrying our virus.” Without thinking I started rubbing my cock, mimicking what Dad was doing to his. His eyes darted down, watching my hand. “Drop them Son,” he ordered. "Show Daddy.” Blindly obeying, I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my shorts and pushed them to my ankles, where I stepped out of them. Standing upright again, my cock jumped up and down, finally resting pointing in front of me. “Grew up nicely there, Son,” Dad commented as he kicked off his work boots, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles, stepping out of them. Standing straight up, he put his hands on his hips, allowing me access to view his crotch, this time with out spying. His cock was hard as a rock, pointing outward just like mine, but that is where the similarities stopped. His cock was at least nine inches long and almost as thick as a beer bottle. The head was massive and veins ran up and down it. I found myself wondering how I had managed to overlook these amazing details when I spied on him. His nut sac was smooth and hung low, with one ball higher than the other. When I looked up at his face there was an evil grin on it. “You like looking at that cock, Son?” I nodded slowly. “I like you looking at it.” I was mesmerized. The cock that made me was not six feet away, obscenely pointing at me, teasing me, and all I could do was to stare and slowly stroke my painfully hard cock. “That’s it Son, stroke your cock for your Daddy.” I watched as he bent down, slid his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pull out one of the brown bottles. Dropping his jeans, he moved to my side, his cock and balls bouncing with each step. My mind was focused on his cock and balls, so huge. He unscrewed the cap on the brown bottle, positioned it under one of my nostrils, pinched the other closed and urged “Inhale deeply, Son.” I did as he instructed, still stroking my boy cock. He switched nostrils and repeated his instruction. Again I complied. Almost instantly, I felt like I was flying, the sensations of my stroking intensified and my heart raced. My breathing was heavier. Dad’s hot breathe in my ear urged “Touch it Son, you know you want to. Feel the cock that made you!” I slowly moved my hand over to his cock. The closer I got, I could feel the heat rising from his dick. I closed my eyes and wrapped my fingers around it. It was hotter than I expected. And harder. Instantly I shot my load, out in front of me and unto the floor. “Good boy” Dad said with a smile. “I think you are ready for more. Let’s go to Daddy’s shower, Son. I have so much more to teach you before you join us in the basement.” He took off his shirt as he headed down the hall, his furry cheeks bouncing as he walked away. I pulled my shirt over my head and followed, like a little puppy.

Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at writing here... please let me know what you think and feel free to comment. I plan on updating as often as possible. -- PART 1: Enter the Bear’s Den Taking a deep drag off the large, black cigar in my mouth, I let out a deep moan as the large, hairy bear now presently deep in my formerly tight ass slammed home one last time before announcing to the room he was cumming deep in my hole. I rested my head back, nose-jetting the thick acrid cigar smoke that I had just filled my formerly pick healthy lungs with and proceeded to rub my cock. I winced a little as the fresh PA now piercing the head of my dick moved from my slow jacking, which caused me to clench my hole involuntarily, trapping the thick throbbing member in my hole, milking the bear of his cum. The other men in the room cheered with words like “Poz that neg hole…” and “Fill up that cum dump..” as I took my cigar from my mouth and ran it over the new tattoo inked across my stomach. “Cumdump…” I thought to myself, smiling and thinking of the freshly inked words still throbbing on my skin, “definitely fits who I am now.” My transformation into the inked and pierced slut before these men was something my former self, a young, non-smoker who had barely ever taken a cock, much less barebacked, would never have imagined that he could have become. — It was a nasty breakup. Walking in on your boyfriend of 3 years having sex with a woman was something that I would have imagined seeing. I had just gotten home from my clinical rotation at the nearby hospital as was required by our medical program. Long nights, low pay, and lots of stress- these were all things they warn you of when you get into med school, but it never really sinks in until you are up to your eyes in patients. Matthew, my former boyfriend, was my first and only boyfriend. We had met in the first week of college and hit things off instantly. He had straight black hair, warm brown eyes, built like a brick shit-house, and a British accent that could make you cream your pants. I myself was a polar opposite, blonde hair, blue eyes, shorter with a swimmer’s build. Even though we picked different career paths, he always said he supported me because he knew it would mean a great life for both of us. What’s better than a doctor and lawyer on the checkbook? Every night when I got stuck doing rounds because either it was the proverbial full moon in the ER or an attending called in sick. I suspected things were going on when he stopped wanting to have sex, even though I usually was too tired from work or school to mess around. Things got tenser, as every time we were together he was glued to his phone, always making the excuse that it was someone from work with a question from the nonprofit he worked for. I brushed it off, think it was just stress getting to me. On the fated night, I had gotten the night off since I had too many hours and figured I’d surprise him with dinner, a movie, and a bottle of lube. I walked in and heard grunting coming from the bedroom of the small apartment we shared. Thinking I’d sneak in and surprise him on his workout, I burst the room, and yelled: “Ravish me with your…” Looking down, I saw him, in bed, deep inside the ditzy girl from down the hall. I stood there, staring as he jumped, jaw gaping, surprised at my entry as she squealed in delight. Words left me as he blurted out a rushed “oh shit…” and proceeded to pull out of the vapid blonde. I stormed out of the bedroom and into the living room. He followed, reeking of sex and candy-scented perfume. “Babe… please…. I…” he started, his mild British accent trailing after me. Fuming, I looked at him before slowly growling out my reply through gritted teeth. “How long?” “I…. she…. it’s not what you think…” he stammered, trying to come up with a lie on the spot. “How. Long.” I replied, stepping towards him, punctuating each word with my finger in the center of his sculpted chest. “We…. only a few times….” he replied, looking down, knowing I was quickly getting to that dangerous quiet I got into before truly blowing up at someone. “A few times? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't care if it was once. Get your shit and get out. I don’t care where you go, but you no longer live here.” I replied turning my back on him and looking out the windows. “Jake… hon….. you can’t do that… both our names are on the lease,” he replied, his cheeks flushed, reminding me of what was now obviously a stupid move I had made a year ago when we moved to the new apartment. “Fine,” I replied, “I’m going then. I’ll move my shit out when I get a new place. Have a great life asshole.” Grabbing my keys, I went into the bedroom, ignoring the dimwitted blonde slut on our bed, and began collecting things such as my clothes, a few pairs of scrubs, my phone charger, and a few toiletries. Stepping back into the bedroom, I looked down as the pink colored claws of the bimbo touched my arm, stopping me in the doorway. “Jake, honey, look…. I’m sor-“ she started, plastering the fake sad look on her face I’d seen countless people do when trying to apologize for something they aren't really that sorry for. “Bitch,” I growled out, “If you don’t move you hand in the next 5 seconds, I will move it for you. And I will make sure you require surgery.” She stepped away with a gasp, pulling her hand towards her chest, protecting it with the other like she had been physically hurt by my words. I grabbed my phone and proceeded out the door, taking the stairs next the elevator. Fuming, I climbed down the 12 flights of stairs and stepped out into the lobby, coming face to face with Matt for the second time, who had hastily thrown on a pair of jeans. “Sweetheart, please!” he said reaching for my hand and I walked through the lobby. “Let’s talk about this! We can work on this!” “Just like you worked on her pussy for fuck knows how long?!” I screamed out loud, catching the glances of several people in our building, including the sweet little old lady across the hall from us. “You’re making a scene,” Matt hissed, looking at me beseechingly. “And what do you call what I fucking walked in on?!” I screeched, throwing his hand that he had started to place on my shoulder, “What do you fucking call it when you walk on your formerly gay boyfriend shoving his cock up some balloon chest bitch, you asshole?!” Not wanting to hear his reply, I walked out the street, and pulled out my phone, ordering an Uber. — Looking down at my phone, I mostly ignored the admittedly hot Uber drive that had picked me up. I sent out a text to my friend Erika, asking if she would cover for me for a few days in the hospital, giving her a slightly abridged version of the night's events. After getting a solid yes and promising to go in greater details soon with her, I shut off my phone and looked up at my surroundings. “Excuse me…” I asked, getting the attention of the driver. “Yeah?” he replied, never letting his eyes off the road. “Where in the world are we?” I asked, looking around, not really recognizing the area. “Goin’ to where you told the app sir,” he replied with a bored sigh. Looking down at my phone, I realized I had somehow entered a gay bar named “The Bear’s Den” into the address that Matt and I had almost gone to meet friends at before we realized how seedy the place was, instead of the hotel I had picked earlier near work. “Shit… look I…” I started to reply, before realizing that I most definitely needed a drink, even if I never touched the stuff, “Actually, mind if we swing by a hotel first? Extra $20 in it for you.” “Make it $40 and I’ll wait for you at the hotel,” he said, pulling over on the side of the road and waited as I adjusted the address to a closer hotel. Pulling up, I noticed that the hotel wasn’t up to what I had grown accustomed to but definitely would do in a pinch. Then the attendant said that the only rooms they had left were smoking. Shit, I thought to myself. Not wanting to be a bigger delay for the driver, I quickly said fine, telling myself that it was only for a night. I quickly got my key, raced to the room, and threw everything in the closet before closing the door and making my way back to the car. Fifteen mins later, we were at the seedy bar and my Uber was driving away. I stepped into the bar and was immediately hit by a wave of thick cigar smoke, loud gay men chattering and what I could swear was the slight twinge of sex in the air. Looking around, I realized I definitely did not fit in dressed in a v-neck shirt and slightly too tight jeans, while the other men were wearing leather of some sort. Swallowing my pride, I stepped up the bar and ignored all the stares from the other guys. Turning to me, the bartender, a hot 30-something with brown hair, piercing green eyes, a perfect tan, and piercings in his ears and eyebrow looked me up and down before finally asking, “What will it be?” Thinking for a second, I finally blurted out a scotch, not wanting to look like a silly fag ordering something like a green apple martini. Nodding his head, he went to work making my drink before setting the glass and the bottle down in front of me and walking off. Suddenly, I was surprised by the guy who suddenly sat down next to me. 50's, shaved head, stormy gray eyes, tons of piercings including a septum ring, leather chaps, and vest, and definitely a muscle builder, he looked like something you would see in a leather daddy magazine. “Is this seat taken?” he asked in a deep booming bass voice, beer in one hand and an unlit cigar in the other. “Nah… go ahead,” I replied looking down at the already half empty glass in front of me. “Bad night?” he asked, turning towards me. “You don't want to hear it…” I started. “Trust me I do. Whatever it is has you looking like you really could use that drink,” he said, eyeing the glass in my hand as I set it down from taking another swig, “You don't want to talk, I get it. Just figured I’d see if you needed a person to bitch to. That, and you seem kinda out of place here. I’m Jackson.” I took a look around again and swore I felt like everyone was looking at me still. He held out his hand, and I shook it. Then, grabbing my glass again, I downed it and let him fill it back up. Letting out a sigh, I retold him the night’s events, my previous history with Matt, everything. As I finished the story, not realizing that I had now downed 4 glasses of scotch, I let out a small sniff. “Fuck…” I sniffled, “I don’t know… Should I forgive him? Work things out?” Grabbing his cigar, he started lighting it up and I found my self slightly mesmerized by the ritual. Looking up at me, he nodded at the cigar in his hand, “You mind if I light up? I need a smoke after hearing that.” I shook my head, muttering something like ‘what’s one more cigar in here’ and watched as he brought the stick to life, making a bright cherry as he inhaled deeply on it. Blowing it to the side, he looked at the cigar before putting back in his mouth. “If it were me,” he started, “ And I’m just spitballing here, I wouldn’t. He obviously fucked up a good thing, all for a piece of sloppy meat attached to a pair of tits. If he wanted to fuck around, he should have asked you first. Made it your choice.” “Yeah… it’s just… I don’t know what to do. He's all I know...” I replied running my finger around the edge of my glass, watching as he inhaled deeply on the dark stick in his mouth. Watching me watch him as he smoked, he reached into his front pocket and pulled out a second cigar, offering it to me. “Want one?” he asked, “Definitely one of the good ones. Not like those cheap gas station ones.” Starting at it, I drunkenly blurted out “I’ve never had one… I wouldn’t know what to do.” Pulling the cigar in his mouth out, he handed to me before putting the unlit one in his hand and grabbed the lighter on the bar, lighting it up expertly. “No worries guy,” he said, “Take my lit one.” Taking it into my hand, examined it. Looking at the thick smoke floating out of the end, the thick saliva coating the cut end. Sniffing it, I let out a slight ‘woah,’ noticing that it smelled completely different than the smoke. Finally building up my courage I stuck it in my mouth, and immediately breathed in the thick smoke. I knew, even drunkenly, this was a bad idea. I started hacking instantly, and he let out a chuckle. “Dude… I don’t think you’re quite ready for inhaling.” Stubbornly, I looked at him, alcohol slowly ebbing away at my logic before I took another, smaller inhale. Fighting another cough, I held it in before letting it out in the air. “Damn… I stand corrected,” he replied, shock written across his face as it slowly worked into a smile. Something that very few people know about me is that I can become really hard-headed when I drink. Normally I’m rather passive and tend to go with the flow, but with the alcohol, my messy break-up, and the guy laughing, I felt like I had something to prove. So, we continued smoking and drinking in silence, and to my dismay, my cock started getting hard. I tingled all over, and a started getting a bit of a headache. I went to grab another scotch when Jackson finally put his hand over the glass. “I think you’re done drinking there Buddy,” he said smiling and looking down at my bulge now obviously forming in my tight jeans, “No need to get whiskey dick.” Looking down at his pant, I noticed a monster slowing growing in his pants too. I let out a soft ‘holy fuck’ as I saw what easily looked like 10 inches growing in his tight leather pants. Matt had a nice sized 6” uncut cock, but we’d never fucked much since it always hurt a bit going in. We had always just sucked each other off. But for some reason, in my drink-addled mind, I almost wanted to ride this monster. Suddenly, Jackson was kissing the side of my neck, and whispered: “why don’t we go back to your place?” END OF PART 1

Just that. My partnet and I are going away this weekend and I'm whoring his hole out to people that respond to a party ad I placed. I know people do it all the time but I never have. Any suggestions or tips to make for a better experience to be had by all. I've had a lot of bottoms request invites but that would defeat the purpose of him taking as many as he can handle, so I've already learned that lesson. What else do I need to know? Should I go to Kinko's and have little thank you cards printed that says "I just fucked somebody's BF and all I got is this lousy card!"? Whatever you think I need to know!

Part 2 (Corrupting Matt) Part one of Steve's plan was already accomplished with Matt becoming familiar with hitting the pipe. He had to get thing ready for the next step and had a meeting with few of his really good customers from campus. He was sure to have a nice variety with a jock (a guy was was on his college swim team), a nerd boy and a couple in between. He showed them Matt's on line profile and told them to keep an eye out for when he might seek out a 'hook up'. Although all the guys at the meeting were poz, party boy barebackers, Steve made sure to let them all know not to push the issue about partying or unsafe sex with Matt, It was Steve's intention to be the first guy to not only fuck Matt bareback, but to breed him with his poz load. He told them that the first guy to get him to agree to let one of them come oveR his apartment would get free party supplies for a month. The plan was simple, once one of them got himself invited over Steve would catch the guy coming out of Matt's apartment. After this he would then come on to Matt one night after they smoked with the girls. Steve had the girls suddenly head out of town on a business trip leaving Matt a little sex starved. This had Matt needing sexual release and on line looking for an easy hook up with another buy to satisfy his need. It was early in the evening and Matt was on line looking. The guys Steve had recruited did their part in trying to get the discrete wrestler to comit to meeting. Eventually nerd boy got the wrestlers attention knowing full well that he (Matt) could be te crap out of him if he told anyone. Nerd boy emailed a full copy of the chat conversation he had with Matt before leaving his dorm room for Matt's apartment. While Steve waited for nerd boy to show up he read the chat the two had moments earlier. It was apparent that Matt was a top when it came to guys and that he planed on breeding nerd boy. Matt asked nerd boy about partying and (as instructed by Steve) down played his own expeirience with Tina. Nerd boy told Matt that he didn't party. It only took nerd boy 15 minutes to ride his bike over and Matt quickly ushered him inside. Steve watched the entire action on hidden cameras he had stratigically placed in the apartment one day while Matt was at wrestling practice. Sure enough they were on Matt's bed as nerd boy took Matt's cock down to the root before they ended up in 69. Steve could tell Matt had some experience with guys and started to wonder what Matt's expeirence was with bottoming. From the chat conversation Matt had with nerd boy it didn't show any informatikon that he ever tried bottoming. Nerd boy figured he'd try a few things out on Matt to see if he might get pleasure from having his ass played with since part of his job was to get intel for Steve. As the two got naked on Matt's bed it didn't take long before nerd boy had Matt's cock deep in his throat. While he was working Matt's cock he played with Matt's hole a little eliciting pleasant moans from the wreslter. But that was short lived and soon enough Matt had manuvered nerd boy into 69, eventually fucking the boy raw. Nerd boy toook 3 loads from Matts balls before telling Matt he needed to get back to the dorms. Steve knew it was his que to be right outside Matt's door as nerd boy left. Steve made sure that as nerd boy left Matt's apartment. As it was planned Steve came to Matt's door as nerd boy was exiting. Steve's excuse for coming to see Matt was that the girls called him and asked if he and Matt might be around for some late night partying when they got hom from their business trip. This was all part of the plan and worked like a charm. There was Steve at Matt's door as nerd boy was leaving the partent shortly after getting fucked full of Matt's cum. Nerd boy made a gesture to Steve like they knew each other leaving Matt exposed. Steve's eye contact with nerd boy and then with Matt was to let his tenant know he knew the well fucked kid who just left. Matt tried to play it off like he knew nerd boy from class, but (in some strange way) Steve's stare was to let Matt know that Steve knew what the two were doing. Steve then informed Matt that the girls would be back home within the hour and if he was up to party with them tha night adding the comment if his balls weren't already drained. The expression on Matt's face told the whole story as Steve attempted to get the jock pff gaurd by adding something about jerking off a lot while the co-eds were gone. The added comment seemed to ease Matt's mind as he said that if they were going to smoke he was sure he could work a few loads into the girls. Steve told Matt that he was welcome to hang with him until the girls got back and smoke a few while they waited. Matt agreed and told Steve he'd be right up after he changed into some other clothes. Steve told him to just grab a t-shirt since their clothes would end up on the floor shortly after the girls got back. Matt walked back into his apartment to grab a t-shirt as Steve followed behind him into the bedroom. Matt could not hide the mess the bed had become from the sex he had with nerd boy. Matt wondered if the bedroom reaked of sex as he grabbed a t-shirt and the two headed over to Steve's place. Once inside Matt could see a well packed pipe as Steve offered Matt something to drink while Matt sat down in the chair. When Steve came in with their drinks he sat down on the couch. Steve ut on some straight porn while they began to smoke. Steve took a blue pill out if a bottle he had on the coffee table. Matt asked what was the pill Steve had just taken. Steve let Matt know that he took a Viagra to help keep him hard since he knew that the girls would probably want to party hard that night and the rest of the weekend. Steve then offered Matt a blue pill telling the jock that it was probably a good idea that he take one too, but what Matt didn't know was that the pill Steve gave him was a nothing more then a sugar pill. Steve made sure to smoke Matt up as the two waited for the girls while talking Matt up and making sly comments about nerd boy to keep Matt off guard while the Tina began to cloud his mind and the GHB in his drink began to loosen his inhbitions. Before Matt knew it he had smoke 3 bowls of Tina and with the G affecting him the way Steve had hoped. Steve then made a comment about knowing nerd boy. Without thinking, Matt admitted nerd boy left his apartment with 3 of his loads inside his ass. By this point Matt hadn't noticed that the porn playing changed from straight porn to bi porn. Steve then made the comment that it appeared that the co-eds weren't the only bisexuals that lived there as he shot his gaze directly into Matt's sole. Matt knew he was outed as he hoped Steve wouldn't tell anyone. Steve assure Matt that his secert was safe with him as his phone beep telling him that he received a text message. As Steve read the 'message' out loud letting Matt know that the girls got a flat tire and had to get a hotel room for the night and wouldn't be back until the next day. Matt said he was so damn horny and was looking forward to fucking the girls as he attempted to stroke himself hard. Steve told the jock the night shouldn't be a total loss as he stroked his own hard cock. Matt was no longer in control of his actions as Steve pulled him by the hand and guided the jock's head to his crotch. Instinctively Matt took his landlord's cock into his mouth and began to suck the hard, 8" cock like nerd boy had done to him only a few hours earleir. Steve grabbed Matt's drink off the coffee table and told him to drink it down as headed up stairs to Steve bedroom. Matt handed the empty glass to Steve as the 2 naked men began to kiss before Steve pushed Matt to his knees allowing Matt to resume sucking Steve's cock as Steve turned the bedroom TV on as it played gay bareback porn. While Matt was showing Steve his cock sucking skills he had no clue that before the night was through Steve was going to be sliding his raw, poz cock inside his neg ass and filling him with multiple loads of poz cum. Matt comtinued to try and stroke his cock hard. In his drugged up mind Steve was the one who was going to get fucked. Matt showed his frustration with his inability to get hard when he stopped sucking Steve's cock saying "FUCK! I'm so damn horny and I can't get hard!" Steve pulled Matt to his feet kissing him before guiding him onto his back on the bed. Steve then got between Matt's legs and began to suck his soft, Tina dick. Matt's head began to role from side to side as he moaned while enjoying the blow job still not being able to get completely hard. While Steve had him distracted from the suck job he was receiveing Matt barely noticed the lubed finger circling his hole. It wasn't long before Steve eased a finger inside the jock's butt elliciting a deeper moan from the unsuspecting jock. Steve was guessing that Matt was probably a virgin as he felt the tightness of his ass on his invading finger. Steve took his time as he urged Matt to hit a freshly packed pipe Steve had next to him making Matt think that hitting the pipe would help him get hard. What the jock didn't know was that the more he smoke Tina, the harder it became for him to get hard, the more he was falling under Steve's control. By the 5 hit on the pipe Steve had worked a second finger inside the jock. As the two fingers became three Steve had pulled out his well stashed Tina container that held several nice chunks of meth. As Matt continued to smoke the pipe Steve took two good shards and (as he switched hands) pushed three finger from the opposite hand and the two shards of Tina inside jock boy's hole. In between moans Matt made a comment about his butt burning while Steve could feel Matt's hole begin to relax as the TIna melted. Steve was now able to work a fourth finger inside Matt as he began to lube his cock with his free hand. Matt had no clue he was a few minutes away from becoming Steve cum dump as Steve's cock was rock hard and leaking like a fucet. Steve made sure to put some Tina on his lube cover cock as he moved up to take (what he guessed was) Matt's virgin ass. As the tip of Steve's hard cock touch Matt's sensitive hole it brought jock boy back to reality as he looked up to see Steve climbing on top of him with his legs under his arms. Matt thought for a moment how he had been in Steve's position so many times and now the roles were reversed as he felt the tip of Steve's cock easily slide inside him. Steve took his time as he slowly worked all Tina coverd 8" inside Matt. By this point the sensation of the first cock to ever to enter Matt's hole had him thinking the slight burning he felt was from taking his first cock ever. Matt never thought about bottoming, he had akways thought he was a top, but now he was mentally getting ready to being fucked and soon Steve was going to make sure he knew he was not only getting fucked raw, but taking a poz cock and, eventually,being bred full of poz cum. Steve looked down at the jock impailed on his rod and as he slowly began to pull out and push back in said to his tenant, "DAMN BOY! Your ass feels nice and tight. I bet that I am the first guy to hve his cock inside your jock ass." Steve's words brought Matt to the reality of what was happening in the moment as a moan escaped through his lips giving away exactly what Steve was guessing as Matt only able to shake his head acknowledging his former virgin status. With that information now known Steve began to pull out and push back in with more purpose. He knew he was good for 5 loads the way Matt's ass felt as it gripped his cock wiht each stroke. After about 15 minutes of Matt taking the first cock of his life fucking him Steve knew it was time for Matt to know that he was getting his jock ass fucked bareback. He grabbed one of Matt's hands and guided it to his hole as he stared into the jock's eyes. Steve leaned in closer to Matt as he softly spoke, "Feel how my hard cock is working your hole." Matt felt the hard cock that took his virginity and as he realized that he was taking a bare cock began to panic at first before he realized that it was the exact wat that he had fucked every guy (and girl) to that point. And after telling Steve that nerd boy left with 3 loads of his own cum how could he complain and ask Steve to stop and put a condom on. Besides, he loved the skin on skin feeling. Matt said to Steve, "FUCK YEAH, GIVE ME THAT RAW COCK!" This surprised Steve who responded with, "Yeah, does my jock bitch like raw cock fucking him? I know you like giving raw cock and your cum to others. You want my load jock boy, you ready to be my cum dump?" Steve was really fucking Matt long dicking him, at time he pulled completely out before slamming back in balls deep with Matt moving his ass to meet each thrust. Matt answered the man fucking him, "Yes I want your load. Breed me like I've bred others. Turn me into your cum dump." With that Steve thrusted hard and deep as his cock spasmed while he unloaded his first load inside Matt's ass. Without going soft and not missing a beat he began to work the poz cum nside Matt as he began working for load number two. He knew it was time to let Matt know he not only took his first load, but his first poz load. As Steve began to work towards his second load he let Matt know that although Steve had bred his breeding was not like the ones Matt had done on the asses (and pussies) he had fucked before. Steve was again fucking Matt hard as he was about to breed his jock boy cumdump he stared into Matt's eyes and as he shot load two let Matt know that Steve was breeding him with a charged load, a poz load. Matt had a stunned look on his face as he continued to take the fucking, and three more poz loads, Steve before Steve finally pulled his cock out of Matt's well fucked hole only to have Matt instructively suck Steve's cock clean when he gave Matt his sixth load of the night for Matt to eat.

I was able to make really good time fleshing out and proof reading this chapter before work tomorrow. As asked, I tried to include some hot pipe smoking, as well as give some hot reading material. Since I work for the next few days, I likely won't be able to update until the weekend unless I get home pretty early. As always, enjoy guys, and let me know what you think! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PART 2: Just a Perfect Taste of What’s to Come The sound of running water being shut off was the first thing to wake me up. The normally soft sound hammered through my head making me cringe as all my other senses slowly started to wake up. The first of my other senses was taste. Jesus, I thought to myself, did I lick an ashtray? Next, I opened my eyes only to instantly regret it as I was immediately greeted to a stray beam of sunlight coming in through the window. My head felt like it had split open. “So," I said to myself out loud, “This is being hung over. Fucking hell.…” Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to sit up. This too was a bad idea. I started coughing, and my throat felt like it was on fire, as well as a deep thickness to my chest. Then I felt the slick wetness in my ass. God, how drunk was I to have shit the bed? I thought to myself, but then, upon inspection, I found none of the telltale signs. “Seriously?” I groaned out loud, “just what the fuck did I do last night?!” “I think a better question would be what didn’t you do last night,” a deep voice asked from the bathroom. I jumped off the bed, shocked at the sudden intrusion of the strange voice from the bathroom. A dull ache immediately shot through my ass, and then everything from the night before rushed back to me. The breakup. The bar. The scotch. The crying into my drink. The smoking. Holy shit! The smoking! I don’t smoke! What in the holy fuck? And what happened after the smoking. I remembered that we had gotten into a car or maybe it was a truck. We smoked and groped each other the entire way back to the hotel, and I fumbled to get the key out of my pocket. The entire time, the hot guy from the bar… name like a president… Johnson… no… his name was Jackson, was grabbing my ass in one hand and his cigar and my crotch, licking down my neck as I puffed away on what must have been my second cigar. We made it into the room and immediately started stripping. Jackson, rubbing his dick through the leather pants he was wearing, watched me as I struggled drunkenly to pull off my pants. Suddenly, he was in front of me, putting his hand on my chest and pushing me backward onto the bed. Taking a deep inhale on the nearly spent cigar, he looked down at me and smiled before he shifted the cigar into the corner of his mouth and proceeded to expertly pull my jeans and underwear off in one swift movement. “Nice set your packing there son,” he replied, eyeing my now naked body. “Thanks, your's is nice to-shiiiiiiiiit,” I replied with a slight muffle around the cigar in my mouth, as he quickly pulled the cigar out of his mouth, lifted my legs over his shoulders and began to lick and probe at my asshole with his tongue and fingers. “Nice tasty hole too,” he continued, taking a quick break to take another puff of the cigar, “Going to love fucking that all night. Can't wait to see it gaping after I fuck it.” At this point, I was lost to the world, puffing away at the cigar in my mouth as this hot mountain of a man continued to work at my hole, loosening it up for the giant piece of meat in his pants. I continued to moan as he stretched me out, first with one finger, then two. At this point, I probably looked to the world like the chimney at a coal plant. Cigar deep in my jaw, inhaling fully on the cigar and letting the smoke jet out of my nose and mouth. I let out a muttered curse as he shoved another two digits into my hole, rubbing my prostate gland deep in my hole. At this point, both of us knew what was going to happen next. Slowly, he stood up, satisfied at his assault on my former tight hole. Looking down at me, he reached into his pocket and grabbed a small brown bottle. Pulling my cigar out of my mouth, he set it on an ashtray. He then handed the bottle to me, and as I went to ask him what it was for he replied, knowing already what I planned to ask. “Open the bottle and sniff deep on them,” he said as he stepped back and started pulling his pants off. I looked down, suddenly catching a glance at the giant, uncut ten inch cock he had firmly stuffed in his pants as the seemingly jumped out of his pants. Even in my drunken state, my eyes grew, knowing that there was no way in hell it would fit. “Just sniff the bottle and let me do the rest,” he said, sensing my worry after taking a single glance at his package. The alcohol was still coursing through my veins, as I slowly nodded and did as he said. Being a proper medical professional, I had been a good boy all my life. I have never drunk as a teen, smoked, did drugs or even had sex until I had met Matt in college. Hell, I hadn't even taken anything stronger than a Tylenol until I had my wisdom teeth out at 19. Yet, here I was, about to start sniffing poppers, smoking heavily on a cigar, no... my second cigar after getting trashed on scotch. And set to have sex with a stranger. All without hesitation. At first, I felt nothing as the strange smelling fumes went up to my nose. Then, I felt it. Everything in my body relaxed, and I watched as the man above me slowly brought his cock towards my face. “Want to suck me, boy?” he asked, reaching over to the table and setting the spent cigar that was formerly in his mouth into the ashtray. I nodded and returned the smile he gave me. Turning away, he went over to his previously forgotten leather pants and grabbed a lighter and what had to be a massive pipe out of the side pocket. Again, it was my turn to be mesmerized. He slowly brought the large lighter to the bowl of the pipe, lighting it with the flame, and began to slowly circle it, puffing and bring the pipe to life. Flipping out the bottom of the lighter, he began to press the tobacco threatening to break free of the confines of the bowl back in and began to light it once again, this time bringing with it large clouds of smoke. All I could do is watch in awe as he performed the ritual, my cock somehow getting even harder as he then turned his attention back to me. “Daddy’s gonna need this for all the pounding he's got planned on your tight hole,” Jackson growled, letting smoke curl out of his mouth. Walking over to me, he grabbed his dick and aimed it at my mouth. “Suck on my meat slut,” he growled at me, staring down at me on the bed through hooded eyes. Slowly, I took him into my mouth, my jaw stretching uncomfortably as I struggled to fit him fully into my mouth. Slowly, I was able to get deeper and deeper until I could feel him threatening to hit the back of my throat. I grabbed his balls and began tugging on them as my gag-reflex started to kick in, eliciting a growl of approval. “It’s time to slam into that cum-dump boy,” Jackson replied, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a loud plop. I stared at his massive, glistening dick, a string of what had to be precum and my spit slowly dripping off the tip. Jackson made his way back to the foot of the bed and brought my feet back above his shoulders, the large pipe resting on his lips as smoke slowly rose out of the bowl. Reaching down, he grabbed the now forgotten bottle of poppers and my half smoked and now unlit cigar from the ashtray. Opening the bottle, he took a few hits before putting the bottle under my nose. I took a few hits myself and he closed the bottle before shoving the cigar in my gaping mouth. Closing my lips around the thick cigar, he brought his now lit lighter to the edge of the stick. I drew on it, bringing the cigar back to life slowly, inhaling with each puff. “Good fucking cum pig…” he growled as I puffed away, “Daddy likes his cock whore smoking.” I vaguely noticed each time he called me those dirty names that my cock jerked, and had even started dripping precum on its own as the words got nastier. Removing the lighter, he put out the flame and threw it on the bed. Removing the pipe out of his mouth, he worked up a load of spit and drooled it onto my openly exposed hole. I felt my hole pucker as the warm saliva slowly moved across it. Taking another puff of his pipe, he then spit another mouthful onto his large, veiny cock. “Take a deep haul on the cigar you slut,” he growled, shoving the head of his dick against my hole, “Daddy’s coming home.” I did as he said and took a deep draw on the cigar as I felt him shove his dick head against my stubborn opening. It fought for several moments as his large cock pushed harder and harder. Suddenly, my hole gave up the fight and I nearly screamed as ten solid inches slowly made its way into my formerly tight hole. He rested for a minute as my hole raged against the sudden intruder deep in its depths. Slowly, the pain ebbed away, calmed as I slowly started smoking the cigar in my jaw again. In my pain, I had bit down somewhat on the stick, and thankfully it now sat perfectly on the side of my mouth. As Jackson slowly started pumping in and out of my ass, I focused on the bright, glowing cherry slowly moving up the stick. I timed his pumps into my ass and his smokey exhales with the inhales on my cigar, slowly beginning to relish on the loosening of my hole, now loosening against his steady assault. Suddenly, Jackson changed positions, and with a slight grunt from him towering above me, my hole suddenly felt slicker. We continued on with this for what felt like an hour, but in hindsight was likely only half that. Looking down, he smiled at my hard cock, drooling from the steady slamming of the sweet spot inside my ass, and took hold of my cock, coating the palm of his hand before roughly stroking it. “Good boy,” he let out with a low moan as my hole involuntarily squeezed hard on his dick, “You’re making Daddy so happy. He wants to see you shoot a big load for him. Grip onto Daddy’s dick with your fucking cumhole.” Nodding, I complied and began to tighten my hole, immediately loving the sensation as he began to slam somehow ever harder into my ass. Finally, I felt my balls tighten, and as I began to cum, my back and head involuntarily arched backward, my jaw gripping even tighter on to the nearly spent cigar in my mouth. As I did so, I felt his cock slam into my ass one last time before I felt his cock twitching in my ass as he let out one final yell. "Take all of my Daddy sperm! It's time to knock up that hole!" We both lay there in silence as we slowly recovered from our shared orgasm. Stirring slightly, he rubbed his hands on my chest and pinched each of my nipples. Eliciting another small gasp and pucker of my hole, he smiled. We were both equally spent. Removing my now spent cigar from my mouth, as well as his pipe, which was apparently fully smoked, he gently placed both his pipe and my cigar butt into the ashtray beside my head, and proceeded to give me a deep kiss, his large tongue sliding deep in my mouth. After which he slowly withdrew his slowly deflating cock from my ass. We scooted up on the bed and I must have fallen asleep, slowly tracing my finger around the scorpion shaped tattoo on his left shoulder. And that’s when I realized what my drunken self the night before had not. I knew that what that tattoo meant. Either this man was born at the end of October or beginning of November, or worse. I saw that tattoo twice before, both times at work during my rotation in I.D. I might have just let an HIV positive man come in my ass. Without protection. Jumping up, I let out a horrified “OH FUCK!”, both do the shock of what my stupid drunken ass had done the night before, and the now sharp sting emanating from my ass. Sticking his head out of the bathroom, Jackson looked at me and made a small smile. “Sore, huh?” he asked, grinning as he stepped into the room, wearing nothing but a towel with a quickly growing tent from what was likely a semi-hard monster cock underneath. “No! I mean… well yes… but fuck… we…” I sputtered, trying to find my words as I struggled with my sudden realization. “Fucked?” he asked, “Yeah, and damn boy, you have a mighty fine ass. And no way in hell you aren’t a smoker! I’ve never seen anyone smoke like that and not be one.” “Shit!” I yelled, starting to pace the room, “Shit-shit-shit!” “You ok?” he asked, looking at me confused. “No! You’re poz, aren’t you?!” I nearly yelled, looking at him and pointing my finger. “Um… well, yeah…?” he asked, still confused. “SHIT!” I screamed, grabbing at my hair as I paced even faster. “Well, I mean I am undetectable but… Dude,” he asked slowly, “You okay?” I stopped and stared at him for a few moments before exploding “DO I LOOK OK?! I JUST HAD UNPROTECTED SEX WITH YOU!” I yelled, starting my pacing again. “Um, calm the fuck down,” Jackson replied, a slightly disgusted look spreading across his face. “I’ve got to go get on PEP. I gotta get tested… shit!” I muttered, my breathing quickening as everything came crashing down. “Wait…” Jackson slowly drawled out, “You’re neg?” “Of course I am!” I replied as I stared at him bewildered. “Oh fuck dude…” he continued, as the realization finally struck him, “I just though you were poz since you came in the bar last night…” “What?!” I asked, becoming confused as my mind failed to understand where his line of thought was going. “Uh, last night was poz night at the bar… well, unofficially…” he replied, slowly making his way to the edge of bed before sitting down. “Officially it’s “Daddy Dick” night, but well… yeah. I figured you knew. Everyone does.” “Well, I fucking didn’t!” I replied, my breathing quickly increasing as tears started to form on my face. “Look,” Jackson asked, “You obviously work in medicine right?” Confused, I stared at him not knowing how he knew this. Guessing at why I was confused, he pointed to the closet. “I hung up my clothes and noticed the scrubs and doctor tools and stuff. I’m going to guessing nurse, maybe? Med student? Obviously too young to be a doc.” Slowly, I nodded, trying to follow his logic. “Well, I’m fully medicated and undetectable,” he continued, “So your chances of actually contracting it are what?” “At most, 0.45% over the course of a year of unprotected sex… or less depending on the study you read,” I replied, automatically blurting out one of the millions of facts I had picked up along my course. “So essentially nil,” Jackson said. “But it’s not impossible,” I replied, nervous but more slightly relieved. “Thank god you only came in me once.” “Well,” Jackson replied, a fond smile on his face, ”more like three times. I tend to come several times when I really get into it.” Tension filled my body as I slowly looked over at him. “Not helping,” I ground out, “ Really, really not helping. But thanks for trying.” “Jake, right?” he asked, waiting for me to shaking my head in affirmation before he continued, getting up from the bed and pulling on his clothing, adding “Look, I kinda get where you're coming from. I was somewhat in your shoes once not all that long ago." He looked down at his watch before continuing. "I have to head to work. Maybe it would be a good idea to wrap your head around what happened last night.” I slowly nodded, secretly fighting the mildly nauseous feeling deep in my stomach as he continued. “I had fun, you seemed to have fun too. And frankly, I’d love to do it again. But only when you want to.” “I… uh…. thanks…” I replied, still unsure of how to reply, my mind racing. Surely it had been one of those drunken one-time things. I’m not one to those types of guys. I don’t do those types of things. Right? “Here,” he said, pulling out his wallet and handing me a business card from inside, “Take it. Has my cell on it. If you ever want to pick up from here, let me know. Or if you just need someone as a contractor for your house.” Nodding, I slowly willed my self to politely take the card as he made his way to the door. “Take care,” he replied, lifting his hand behind him. Softly I muttered a 'you too' as he softly closed the door. I sat in silence for a few moments. Looking around the room, I saw my phone sticking slightly out of my pocket, abandoned in the activities the night before. Gingerly, I stood up and pulled the phone out, placing my finger over the home button. I frowned as the screen remained stubbornly dead. “Damn it…” I sighed, making my way to the bag and after a short search, finding the thin white cord and power block. Looking around, I finally saw a power port on the bedside lamp and grabbed my boxers, plugged the phone and pulled on my underwear. Soon enough, my phone lit up and a small ding emanated from it. With a sigh, I grabbed it and stared at the screen which reported 47 missed calls, 101 text messages and 35 voicemail. All undoubtedly from Matt. “Fuck…” I muttered, rubbing my hand on my face, “Isn’t this just a perfect taste of what’s to come?” END OF PART 2

“So you think you need to know what happens now, boy? Now that DAD has FINALLY shoved this POZ-ROD deep in your ass! How long have you been dreamin about this night? Three months? Four? All that time you have been sitting at home late at night on-line jerking-off, watching DADDY stroking THIS on the webcam? Craving it like you have NEVER needed or wanted anything in your life? You should have seen the huge smile on your face-pig when that first hot load of POZ exploded in your hungry, bloody ass! Look at you. Kneeling here naked, your hair and beard smelling of spit and sweat and DADDY-piss, your nips hot, raw, pink and swollen so pretty. And you told DADDY you didn’t think you were into nip-play? Guess DADDY is gonna have to spank you again for lying about how much of a fuck-monkey you turned into when DADDY got your ass up in the sling, shoved your dirty jock-strap in your mouth soaked in poppers, and DADDY grabbed those hot pig-boy nips hard; your hairy cub-thighs up on DADDY’s broad shoulders while THE COCK worked its magic on your tight neg boy-hole! So what happens next? DADDY is gonna throw you out in about ten minutes and your gonna drive home to your wife tonight with that new buttplug up your bloody and Poz-injected ass and hope you can get in the door and into the shower before she gets a whiff of the sweat and piss and man-sex all over you, and hope she doesn’t get a look at your beet-red ass and gaping fuck-hole. Then you're gonna crawl into bed, your twitching hole and your sore tits are just gonna turn you on again. You're gonna lay there wide awake, hard as an 18 year old boy, and ask yourself what happened? How in the hell did a perfectly respectable 50 year old married man with two kids end up like this? How the hell did you become a crazy fool for a DADDY-bear’s POZ-cock and wanting only to be his complete slave? Is that what you really are? After taking all this time to build up the courage to face the fact that you are nothing but a cock-hungry pig, only happy when you are on your hands and knees, naked, sore, soaked in man-piss and spit on, licking DADDY’s boots and finally trained to drink my piss. How are you ever gonna go back to your boring, empty, meaningless existence? You haven’t felt this alive since the first time you jerked off at age 14, have you? So now you're gonna go back home and even before you get back to your front door you're gonna wish you had never left. You're gonna lay awake at night and wonder if DADDY’s nasty seed is doing its magic in your blood and turning you into that kinky fuck-pig you know you are, deep down inside, ever since the first day you saw another guy’s cock. By tomorrow you will have sent DADDY four e-mails begging for more! It will seem like forever, but someday soon you are gonna be right back here, naked, soaked in piss and sweat, sore ass and tits and abused cock and balls and you will beg DADDY to train you, use and finish the job of taking away all the doubts and illusions about who you really are. You will be tied up and spanked, taught to suck cock for hours on end, and drink every damn drop of DADDY’s nasty man-piss and not dribble it all over the floor like you did tonight. You will know the pleasure of being just a pair of holes and a body for DADDY's total use. You will finally know what it means to be an owned-slave who exists ONLY to have his body, mind and spirit used for a MASTER’s dark, intense, greedy pleasure. Your tits will be the size of wax beans and your balls will be stretched so far you're gonna be afraid they will fall off. In a few weeks, when the fuck flu finally claims you, that evil fire in your flesh, that sickly fever, burns the last doubts out of you are anything but DADDY’s Poz-pig, you will crawl back for more. More fucking, more abuse, more humiliation and training to keep DADDY happy. That’s what’s gonna happen boy. That’s where you are headed now that DADDY has finally gotten those Poz-loads in your guts to match the infection in your mind, the bug of your complete submission. It’s a little late to ask now if you are ready. It's only a question of if you are finally ready to accept your fate.”

Sitting here with 2 loads in my ass as I write this, though I kinda wish it was more. I had a stroke of inspiration yesterday - allow me to explain. I have a BBC friend who I've met up with pretty regularly for a few years. Good guy, great lay. His cock is perfectly thick (it's to him that I attribute how loose my hole is!), a nice 7 inches, and it curves to the left so that when he lays on his bed and I blow him, it slides right down my throat, effortlessly. He's a jackhammer when he fucks -- but in a good way, going real deep with every stroke so I feel all of him in my ass. We started off using condoms at first. He'd get me going with the brown bottle and use a lot of lube to make fucking effortless. I had been trying to prod him to bareback for a while when one day, I thought he had cum so I reached behind me, slid the condom off his cock, and aimed it back at my hole. I hoped he would at least slide it in for a moment so I could see what he felt like bare. Well, he hadn't yet cum, so he finished that day by pounding my hole raw and finishing inside me. We've played bare every since. It's been a while since I saw him - he's been traveling a lot. I got an email from him a few days ago though, stating that he was back in town and wanted to meet. We made arrangements for tonight. He left an hour ago, and left behind a huge load that's still trickling out of my gaping hole. This time we didn't even need lube. He was slick enough from the hot deep throat I gave him that he slid right in. Here's where the inspiration comes in. Anyone who reads my posts knows that I love multiples, so after we made arrangements to meet I hopped on CL and posted to see if I could get any additional loads once he was gone (he's not into 3somes/groups/gang bangs, his one flaw). So I posted with the title "sloppy seconds," and got a bunch of responses from married guys. Most couldn't make the time frame I specified - he was coming at 7 and I figured 7:30 would be a good time to begin taking other loads - but one guy informed me that it was ideal. He waited down the street and as soon as my friend had left, I sent the address and he came right over. He just left a half hour ago. He didn't have a huge cock, maybe 6" and not overly thick, but he knew what to do with it, and I felt him get harder as he realized how slick I was with my friend's cum. Before long he was ready to shoot, and presented me with a choice I've never had before: he could cum deep, or just inside my hole. Being the cum slut that I am, I opted for deep inside, and I clenched my hole around him as he pulled out to milk every last drop out of his balls. A third guy who told me he was on his way never showed - typical CL flake. But I can rest easy knowing that when I want more cock when my friend is finished with my hole, it's only a post away!

Love it. I usually text my FB when I have a fresh load. He loves a sloppy hole and if he's available he's with me within 30 mins to add another one ;-)

I had a very horny experience tonight. I've chatted to this guy a few times but he's never been able to meet up and I had more or less given up on getting together with him. Tonight he said he was horny and up for meeting but I'd have to meet him outside as his boyfriend was asleep in the house. He gave me the address and told me to meet him at the side of a row of garages behind the houses. I was very horny and hadn't cum for several days so as it wasn't far away and he was a fit looking mid 30s guy I decided to take a chance. I got there and parked up by the garages. Nothing happened and I wasn't sure he would turn up but after a few moments he appeared. He was fitter than his pictures, small, slim, dark haired, nerdy looking with glasses - a look I really go for. We went round the back of the garages and I got my cock out. He sucked me for a while then pulled his trackies and pants down and bent over. I slid my cock up him and fucked him bareback. After about 10 or 12 thrusts I shot what felt like a massive load of cum right up him. He pulled his pants up and went back in to his boyfriend and I drove home.

In the van... not much talk. The Bulgarian speaks shitty english... he has the fly open and his huge dick is hanging hard... I asked him if he wanted me to suck him. But he said. “i want ass not mouth” and I want your ass slammed with cum before I fuck you...” The motel was about 30 minutes drive... and the whole 30 minutes he was hard. About 23cm and fat... I was scared from what was schelduded for me in that motel but on the other hand I was way too excited. I had given my hole for two nights of breeding and slamming to all the truckers that he had arranged... He had promised no harm but I would collect all the cum no matter how old ugly small or big... and the slam doses were going to be big..really big... Since I couldn't really touch the drivers dick I just sat at my seat thinking... I have to confess something. I don't like the silence of my thoughts. That is why I like chems I guess. When I Slam all my focus goes that at my asshole and the sliding cock. All my being my energy my whole ME is focused there... No need to think of any thing else but the internal need of getting bred. I let my body to be conquered by the feeling of the seed when it starts to flood my hole. I so eagerly submit to the need of receiving of a male hard cock... even a soft cock... as long as it is in me … raw... bare... The moment I surrender to this instict I connect with my salvation... my religious beleid my Non God.... my death... my immortality... Yeap this 30 minute drive in a van sitting with a bulgarian driver with a 23cm hard cock who was not letting me touching him gave me time to ask my self the one and only question: Am I going to see my Vicking all that was it... He gave up tired of my sluttiness like all the others before him... Did I scare him ? For how long I can continue the hunt... is this really me? A slammed cumdump getting filled with stangers' cum... Would I ever be loved for what I am ? Do I deserve to be loved? Or I will spend the rest of my days hiding from the world … doing sex trips around Europe and slamming alone before I open the door so that I wont scare the dude who few minutes later will sperm my ass... It is not easy to connect with others when you are a slammer and a cumdump... There is so much paranoia around... I guess I am paranoic too. but this damn silence of my thoughts when it happens like for example on this 30 minute drive to Inferno probably is the reason why I still can function between the two worlds... the real world and the Tina world... It is not easy... but part of the reason why I can still balance on the thin rope is that I understand the moment. And now the moment is to get out of the car. We arrived. The Inferno motel is Next to the highway North. The parking was not empty. More than a dozen huge track were there. No idea if there were for me or not. The Bulgarian put his still hard dick inside the zipper and told me to follow. He collected the key from the receptionist. The room was on the far left on the ground floor. A big double bed. A sling. A small sofa... And a stack of towels. He was well prepared indeed. As was I as well. In my back pack I had my towel and my kit. I had brought a fifty euro that I was going to hide inside my shoe. But even that was taken care off. There was a trunk with a key so I could put my things there … yes everything was set. The Bulgarian dude showed me where the bathroom was and made a funny gesture showing me his butt telling in his own way that I have to clean... I did... I spent 15 minutes cleaning up my ass... and setting my mind ready for the night. No more silence. No more thoughts. No more ifs and whys. I had a mission to accomplish and a slam to take... I had to make my self turn the key to the slut mode... Piece of cake... When I finished with all my showers and flushings of the water and felt my ass clean then I went back to the room. A porn was playing on the big TV. Straight creampie gangbang porn. And the Bulgarian was naked. His dick the hardest I had seen. On the table read there was a small plastic rope some white Cotton and a bottle of white alcohol next to four syrignes. He asked me lay on the sling. And when I did he secured my legs. Then he called on his phone. While I waited he took something from his big bag. Red pillow cases. With them he covered all the lamps. Even the one on the ceiling. There was a a knock on the door. The receptionist. They talked bulgarian while the receptionist got his clothes off... Thin around sixty, bald... but with an uncut soft cock that was hanging to his knee. He took from his pocket a plastic rope as well and came to me. He kissed me while he took my arm. The other did the same too... Two arms two slams... and no idea how strong the doses might be. The cotton on the skin then a small breath while I flet the pin of the syrigne entering... Flash and then push... and then.... yeah... the cough... What a buzz... Never felt anything like that. I lost sight for few seconds and when I opened my eyes feeling lube spreading around my hole. It was the receptionist. And then the put some around his huge hard cock... I had never see a cock that big. EVER. He played a bit with my hole and then slowly he entered all the way. His partner approached with the rope and the syrigne. He tied at the receptionist arm and he slammed him smooth. The light from the room was red from the pillow cases but I was sure I saw the red flash before the injection.. And that sight made me come without even touching my self. The receptionist felt my spinster I guess the moment that the chems entered his blood because I heard a lions roar. He came too. But that didn't stop him. He didn't lose his erection at all... he started banging me sliding in my hole using his cum as lube. And he came again... And again. In ten minutes on my own slam state of time he came four times, releasing the same roar each time. From the corner of my eye I saw his friend slamming him self as well... I heard the cough. The receptionist turned his head and saw the other Bulgarian setting down to the table the empty syrigne... He came out of my ass and went to the other guy and kissed him... How beautiful they both were kissing each other and licking the blood from the arm... Then my Driver came to the sling and spit on me … and bang he entered... Damn that was a thick cock... He fucked with speed.... His eyes were closed and he was muttering to words I had no idea what they were about … but I could recognize the lust... and the slams … and the feeling of his cock on my cummy hole. He came... He filled my ass with piss as well. He left my ass and the receptionist took his place. A bit softer . I love when a soft big cock enters me and finds the target all the way... Specially when my ass is prelubed with cum and piss... And there he was... he pissed in me also... A buzz with chem piss... Yes... that was heaven... For some time the played that way. Entering cumming pissing.. entering cumming pissing... The slams started to ware off... The helped me get out from the sling and took me to the bathroom. The sat me on the seat made sure that I was ok and told me to clean up and have a shower. The Inferno gangbang party officially was going to start in thirty minutes an hour... I was happy... Yes... I was happy....

I'm usually soft while getting bred. To me its all about pleasing the top with my hungry hole. I usually stroke off a load after my ass is filled though,

Actually, I find Damien Silver annoying as hell.

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

A true cumdump refuses no cock. Hot/ugly, young/old makes no difference. It’s all about quantity not quality. A true cumdump knows he has an insatiable pussy/cunt and does not confuse this with his masculinity. He is proud of his pussy. A true cumdump can suck in most size cocks into his well trained pussy using just spit as lube. A true cumdump’s cock remains, flaccid and useless when getting bred because ALL feeling and concentration is solely on his cunt. A true cumdump’s pussy can in a second go from loose and sloppy to tight muscle squeezing to drain the load. A true cumdump keeps the sperm in him as long as possible. A true cumdump’s god is cock and sperm is his communion.

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

I hated it. I sat in my car staring at the park in lot of the plaza. It was 10. and most of the businesses coffee shops small restaurants and were just starting to close up. I hated my life. I shouldn't hate it this is the best time of my life I thought. But I couldn't help wanting to crawl up in my own insides and die. My name is Andrew. Im 23 years old nursing major. Im graduating this year top honors. I have friends a good family. Dads family comes from all over central and south america too many countries to mention we dont know what his nationality is. Mom is a pure bred filipina. Probably why im a nurse. Im finally comfortable being in my own skin. My identity. I mean I finally comfortable being gay. I always knew I was but I never shows it. The usual thing. Played sports in didn't particularly care for. Workout with the guys even though I was a tiny 5'4 my 160 lbs was lean and study muscle. He'll I'd jacked off to myself in the mirror before I was hot. I was smart. I was charismatic. Out. And I hated my life. I had been dumped. A month ago. We dated since junior year in high school. He'd proposed to me when I turned 20. I'd said yes. And now I'd been dumped. It wasnt anything bad. He didn't cheat neither did I. We were still very close still friends we just had different goals. I wanted to be a traveling nurse. He was opening up a resturant here. It just didn't work. I said I'd stay here with him and he dumped me. Said he one me too well. He was right. He did. The minute the words had escaped my lips I resented him. I hated him for making me stay. I hated my self for letting him have the power over me. The only place I wanted to be dominated was in bed. And still I surrendered myself and I hated him. He had smiled so kindly. For being such the animal he could be in the sack. He was so gentle. His giant frame and thick hands and arms and general manliness did not show his true nature. He deceptively raised his hands to my face and mine fit into is giant palm. Then I heard barely a whisper. "Its over. " Before I had time to process the message he had moved out his stuff. I was surprised how quickly and efficiently he moved. He packed his car. Fucked me 4 times on almost every surface of our small one bedroom then left. I had felt so empty inside though his enormous loads were slowly dripping down my shaking thighs. We were each others firsts and only and now the only thing I had left was his DNA running down my legs. He had left nothing. I pushed my fingers into myself and covered them with him and sucked and cleaned my fingers as I had often done. A gesture that would have had be flipped on my stomach and savagely fucked again but this time nothing happened. Both of us had to much pride to beg for each other back. And he would make sure to stay far enough away to let me heal but close enough so that we could someday be friends again. The crashing of a plate falling on the cement woke me as the last restaurant in the plaza began to shut its doors. I remembered why I was here waiting. In the farthest back part of the plaza was a set of businesses offices only if you were gay and lived here u knew it wasn't a business at all. Marcus Martinez had bought it and renovated the 5 business into his own personal two story house. The addition doors had been sealed up. Marcus was sort of the gay king of the city. Usually I'd say queen except he was probably the most ruthless meanest guy around. He was tall successfully. He owned the plaza and little bit of a major drug dealer or supplier I wasn't sure but of course no one ever proved it. Every month or so Marcus would have a party. The he had picked the guests no plus ones allowed. Fucking grindr. Thats how he caught me. I was at the gym looking at all the hot guys my mind boiling over watching one guy bench pressing and I dared to download the app. I stripped my shirt in the locker room took a selfie and waited. 30 minutes later he hit me up. A quick conversation. He knew who I was. Found out I was single invited me to his party. It was well known that the party was cream of the crop 18 to 50. Best bodies cock and ass would be there. His invite tipped me that there was Jacuzzi inside with plenty of drinks and party favors whatever I wanted.. play optional. Now her I was in the parking lot looking at the lot that led to his building and I couldn'bring myself out of the car. I'd only been with one guy and now I was walking into an orgy. Even if it was optional. A loud knock on my window shook me "What the fuck look who it is" Said the guy. It was Dimas. Dimas had gone to high school with me but I was 3 years old and already dating Richard, my ex. He was slighter than me but far more ripped and taller and from what I had heard...hung like a horse. He would approach me at every club I went to the second Richard would step away. Always flirt always grab my ass. Richard didn't mind. He'll even I kinda liked the attention. "Guess you got an invite too." He said when I didn't respond. "Yeah "I said tentatively. This was obviously a horrible idea. Dimas read my mind, my hesitation. "Hey man look. Everything inside is optional u can leave whenever u like. Everyone's really chill. " "Yeah" I said again stupidly hating myself more for lack of anything to say Dimas smiled wickedly. " I could be ur date. Keep all the sharks off you." I cracked a smile. Keep the sharks. By walking next to one. "Nah," I finally said. "I can manage myself." I stepped out my car and we walked together to the door. Dimas chatted about everything inside apparently the bottom floor was for everyone. Food. Drinks. Two Jacuzzis video games music and little dance area. The second floor was for fun. Total of 8 rooms turned into bedrooms but some guys barely made it that far and would start fucking in the halls. I wanted to turn around and run by the time we reached the door. There was a guy sitting by it. When he stood up he was 6,5 easy. Huge guy. "D." He said gruffly. " U know the rule no guests. " Dimas opened his mouth but he stopped him. "If the boy wants an invite he has to get one like everyone else. " There whole time he was sizing me up. Checking me out. His leaned toward me, " i think he should get an invite. But just to be sure. I could put in a good word for u if u do a few things for me/" and he started to rub his crotch. "Hehe if u want... that invite for next time." "I got an invite. "I said. I know my tone betrayed me I could not hold back the disgust I was feeling. But at the same time I could not hold back my interest...I'd never been fucked around with a black guy. Or any other guy for that matter... Name he said. Obviously disappointed. I told him. He asked me for ID. I gave it. And he sighed and opens the door.

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My buddy and I (let's call him Scott) have had some pretty wild adventures over our 8 years of friendship. I have a partner of 10 years and Scott is single. The three of us do quite a bit together - dinner, movies, concerts, etc. Sometimes when Scott and I are alone we like to take it to a bit of a dark side. We were at a pool party once and a little tipsy and both had to piss. We end up in the same bathroom and pissing over the same toilet. He was enamored with my pecker and I was with his, too. We drained each other and returned to the pool party a few minutes tardy and two loads lighter. One night after he swallowed a load of cum out of my 8 inch dick we got to talking about drugs and party drugs. We'd done ecstasy, cocaine and GHB together on various dance floors across the world - always a nice euphoric escape from reality. Scott asked if I'd ever tried Tina. I hadn't. I'd heard the horror stories and always just steered clear of it. Scott told me that he'd been doing it off and on for the past couple of months and having some intense and mind-blowing sex. Hot! Scott's a muscle power bottom. 5'9" 180 blond, well built fucker with an AMAZING bubble butt. His other hole is equally amazing. I don't know how he does it but he sucks the hell out of a cock. Out of curiosity I asked if he had anyTina but he didn't. I was intrigued and aroused and he could tell. If I were ever to try it it would have to be with Scott. I had a bulge in my pants and his cock started to plump up, too. We decided to head out to a sex club spot with some open play spaces and glory holes -- he loves to suck cock and it turns me on to watch it.....and he lets out these little whimpers when he gets a spurt of pre-cum on his tongue. And moans louder when it's feeding time. And on the flip side, to hear the top grunt through the wall as he's emptying his nuts down Scott's throat. Really fucking hot. So we arrive and it's not very busy but there are a few hot guys. We make a few laps and end up in a dark corner, enter a stall and wait patiently. One of the hot studs had eyed us immediately and headed in our direction but he took a different path so we weren't sure who might open up that door. Heard the door creak and like Pavlov's dog, Scott dropped to his knees in front of the glory hole. It wasn't our stud, but it was a decent looking guy. Part of the fun is to wait for the cock pull out to see what you're working with. This cock was a beauty. Milky white with thick veins, uncut. Scott went to work and I dropped my pants, too. Too fucking turned on not to jack my cock. Our neighbor offered some poppers and we all sniffed hard and took off to outer space. It didn't take long for our neighbor to bust his nut. Scott's moans alerted me that the cum reward was on its way. He loved loads. And he loved standing up and kissing me with a freshly deposited load in his mouth. It's really fucking hot to smell it on his lips, his breath and TASTE another man's DNA while we kiss. We love to share hot stranger's cum with each other. Our neighbor zipped up and left and we decided to take another lap. It had gotten a bit more crowded and Scott recognized someone and hurriedly whisked around the corner. I assumed it was an old trick. It was - but it was one of the guys he's been smoking tina with and marathon fucking. I couldn't tell if he wanted to leave, if he was embarrassed, if he didn't want them to see me or me to see them. Finally, I bursted out do you think he has any tina? At that exact moment, Tate came around the corner and immediately noticed Scott. They hugged/kissed and chuckled a bit about seeing each other there. Scott then introduced me to Tate. Tate is a beast specimen of a man. Gorgeous milk chocolate skin and a smooth demeanor. Without skipping a beat he whispers to Scott asking if he wanted to party. Scott said DEFINITELY, but can my friend join, too? He motioned us back down a series of halls and ultimately led to a large door. I wasn't sure if it was part of the establishment or a security door for emergency. It was a small warehouse like room for storage more than likely. Once the door shut behind us it was pitch black. And eerily quiet.... I could hear our new friend fumbling in his pockets and the next thing I hear is the flicker of a lighter. He's got a glass pipe in his hand a lighter underneath and after a few seconds he lifts the pipe to his mouth to inhale the thick white smoke circling in the little glass bowl. Scott's already on his knees with black cock in his mouth and goddamn is it a big black cock. Tate offered me the pipe but I told him I didn't really know what to do. He kept the lighter under for me and coached me through it. I took my first hit and almost immediately felt a little tingly and warm. He made me hit it again as Scott was deep throating his monster cock. I have to admit that I loved the way the smoke was making me feel. It was Scott's turn to hit the pipe and I was enthralled with it. Hearing the flicker of the lighter.....the thick white clouds swirling the bowl and ultimately being inhaled for some inhibition altering bareback fucking. Scott was taking another hit so I dropped to my knees to get a taste of my new buddy. His dick was huge and dripping pre-cum. I cupped his balls with my hands and savored sucking his piece. Scott was loving the pipe and hitting it again and our buddy did that always hot, tell-tale sign from a top. He started maneuvering his hand back to Scott's muscle ass. He wanted that hot ass and Scott definitely wanted that black meat. Before long, Scott's pants were down at his ankles and he was bent over ready to take it. Another pipe hit and a few gobs of spit was all it took and they were barebacking with a frenzy. I couldn't see everything but I could definitely hear the fucking. The moans....the skin smacking against skin. The filthy talk between the two of them about where to shoot the load. It was very hot. Scott started squeezing his muscle hole around that big dick and it didn't take more than 30 seconds or so for him to unload. The cock reluctantly flopped out of Scott's hole and he immediately swung around to clean the cock and get every last dribble of cum. It was all incredibly hot. But I realized that after smoking some, my hole was hungry and absolutely on fire..... (Part 2 if interest)

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expect maybe half of the guys who rsvp to actually show. have definite start and end times. lock all valuables in the room safe or trunk of the car. have plenty of water, towels and lube. book in a hotel that doesn't require your guests to call from the lobby to access your room. whatever your drug use policy is, state it clearly in the invite. hope for a great, hot night but don't be surprised if it just doesn't happen.

In my relationships I tend to TOP, when I'm being slutty with fuck pals I tend to bottom. When bottoming, I too go for older/hung tops, but prefer to breed men my age or younger. A clean hole is preferred (accidents happen), but I enjoy rimming before, during and then felching after I breed when it's clean. I prefer a hole that is smooth and moderately tight but am also fine if it's loose and filled with cum so that I can add sloppy seconds/thirds/fourths. I enjoy controlling the poppers for my bottom and don't use them much when topping as they tend to make me crave cock/cum :-). I'm happy to share bottoms too -- tag team or double penetrate can be hot with the right men. I always want to cum inside the bottom! Not down his throat or across his back, but as deeply as possible in his ass cunt and I want him to keep it inside him until its absorbed if possible.

Very hot story. Please continue. Wish this could happen to me.

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It's actually somewhat funny: for as much as I love bottoming, I've been doing a hell of a lot of topping lately. Today I helped out with family in the afternoon and visited a friend in hospital around 9 p.m., and decided to drop by the ABS on the way home. Sucked an older gentleman for less than sixty seconds before he nutted in my throat, then a hot, tight-bodied hispanic lad who couldn't have been more than 22-25 asked me to go into a private room with him. I sucked him for a bit, and then he asked me to fuck him. He pulled out a condom and kept talking about how much he was looking forward to getting fucked, as it doesn't happen very often. I lubed up and got in, and switched between grinding and long-dicking him. I started whispering about how much I wanted to be inside him bare -- "I want to breed you, I want to make you my bitch. You're going to be my cumdump whore, aren't you? You want my load." The more I fucked him, the less he objected, and he finally said "take the condom off, but don't come in my ass." I told him if I took it off, I was going to come in his ass, and he was going to say thank you. He gave me a deer in the headlights look and told me to take the condom off. I asked him if he was sure, and he said yes. He was moaning as soon as he felt my cock inside him: I don't know if he was telling the truth -- 'tho I'm pretty sure he was -- but he said I was the first raw cock he'd ever taken, and within a minute of me going inside, the blew his load. I caught it in my hand, slicked up my dick, and slid back in. He kept saying that he wasn't ready to be fucked so soon after coming, but every time I backed away, he pushed himself onto my cock. And yes, after I bred him, he said thank you.

LAST NIGHT/EARLY MORNING AT STEAMWORKS TORONTO (July 15) Hey, RawGuys! Time for another bb installment. And I'd like to call it: raw quality over raw quantity. Like in previous posts I have written about my bb experiences at Steamworks Toronto, last night/early morning was SO different. They were different guys wanting sex, not the same crowd. Granted, it the same -- rimming, sucking, and fucking. But last night's bb encounters I'd describe more bb quality over bb quantity. Sometimes you don't have the get/give most cumloads to be satisfied and happy about the whole raw experience. I got to Steamworks Toronto around 9 PM and stayed until about 5 AM. Eight hours of me being my true voyeur-explorer self. Bb sex started out in the front dark space where all the gloryholes, slurp ramp, and confessionals are. I recognized an older guy from the bb sex parties (at Club120) who was having a lot of fun with 2-3 other guys. I'm sure he recognized me and motioned me over. One guy was sucking him off, ass up. I don't need any more invitations; my hard dick was ready to fuck him. His ass felt so GREAT! As I just got to Steamworks, it was a little early to cum up his cunt. But the fucking was amazing. Another younger guy came closer, stuck his ass beside the other guy's ass and wanted too to be fucked. So I switched asses. The younger guy felt so much joy as my dick opened his ring up (you could hear the pop while fucking). He gave me a little kiss to thank me for fucking him. I met him twice more afterwards. The middle dark space where the DJ's booth is - I didn't get too much bb sex there. Guys kept moving in and out. Not much small group of anything happening here. I rested for a bit in my room. A guy came in, introduced himself and asked whether I wanted his cum. Within 5 mins. he blew in my mouth. I thanked him and continued to rest for some more mins. in-between cruising Steamworks. The back dark rooms gets pitch black after 1 or 2 AM. All you see are lights from either end when someone new comes in. It's a long narrow strip of darkness, full of bb anonymous possibilities. Now, in this dark space I met another of asses wanting to be fucked bare. When it's that dark, I can only use my hands and hard dick to feel out guys wanting bb sex. I got to fuck a number of guys bareback. I knelt down to suck a number of them too. Nobody came, but oh well, I felt pretty satisfied about the good number of guys wanting bb sex with me. Here, it was more about rimming holes, sucking cock, and fucking. I did leave my saved load in the last guy I fucked. Overall, I felt pretty good at what I was able to accomplish, how much joy I was able to experience raw with guys last night. It's a win-win for both. My dick will need a bit of time to recuperate. The next bb sex party at Club120 is in a weeks' time. Now there is a fantastic opportunity for bb sex. It's a feel-good raw playground. More about it in a future post. Happy barebacking, rawguys!

I was fine until I read that...unfortunately this is why so many bottoms end up in the clinic/doctor's office - i.e. tops bringing bacteria and Hep C infected blood from one bottom's ass to another...please tops wipe your dick off between fucks. It saves everybody time, money, and aggravation.

He kissed me passionately and his dick was an amazing 8 inches of hard steel ready to open me up. He positioned my now wet pussy against the head of his cock, teasing the first couple of inches of my love hole. He pushed in more and hole opened up for him. I snorted poppers to relax my hole so he could bang me hard and good. He fucked me and are me numerous times saying hole good my ass taste. Not too many guys do that and it was amazing. He calls my ass a pussy and cunt while thrusting and ripping my hole. I almost passed out from the pain and pleasure. He speeds up and starts to yell and say nasty things. About my Asian pussy needs black cock and how his friends would enjoy ripping me up. That fucker got me going and my dick. I was hurting and knew the end was soon so I jerk off to cum and get it over with. He screamed and dumped his load up my cunt and I squeezed to get every drop as my dick erupted and came. But his dick was still hard. He laughed and said, "oh no you thought it was over?" He laughed and grinned evil. "Baby you are fucked up, you got here some black viagra cock and I will rip and tear your pussy up, I'm just getting started, there's at least 5 more loads in there." Thats when I passed out and just felt my body move like a rag doll being torn in the mouth of a dog.

Still looking. Would love to have a regular fuckbuddy using my fuckholes as often as possible. If you're in Ottawa, though, hit me up. I want your cum.

PART 4: I had not even been in DC for a week and here I was ready to be a gangbang-train run-slut whore-raw bottom for any dick that paid $20 at the city’s biggest sex party. If my friends could only see me now - HA! Garrett - my new landlord/employer/fuck buddy led me to the warehouse/parking garage he owned where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” Garrett’s ugly troll dick spewed thick sludge like a sewer pipe and I was tempted to ask if I could stay there in the alley to get fucked, but sighed when he insisted we go on in. The place seemed deserted, but as we walked towards the front, I saw people setting things up - running wires, stocking basic bars, dumping bags of ice into chests full of cans of beer, and more. Garrett explained as he gave me the grand tour, “These parties started out small. Some little basement up off Florida Ave, but after I bought this place, I offered to go in as a partner with the guy who does most of the organizing, and it didn’t take long to literally blow up. This is a warehouse/old parking garage, so lot’s of great spaces to use. We get all the DC queens, but guys come in from Virginia, down from Maryland and Baltimore, fuck we even have some die hards from Philly who come spend the weekend. There’s music, drinks, places to sit and chill and smoke or snort like that area with the couches - and this bed - one of my prize finds - gets a lot of action, but most of it is for show. You get a few die-hard sex hounds who enjoy fucking in front of everyone. Just like that tub over there by the bathroom - that’s for the piss pigs. This is the one night you can find the leather men from the Eagle, the sweater queens from JR’s, the dance queens from Southwest, the street trade from the Fire Place, the sleazy boys from the Green Lantern, all mingling in one place.” A few of the men setting up paused to look at us as we walked by. A couple smiled in a way I would come to learn meant they wanted some raw ass and were down for anything quick and dirty. Garrett clearly knew everyone, but was focused on the tour. I was impressed, even more so when he said, “I clear more money just from the door charge than most of the bars in Dupont do in two weeks. Add in the drinks and other ‘extras’ and that’s another four weeks easy.” I tried to quickly run the numbers in my head and while I did not know what total sales were for all those bars, I knew about what Garrett pulled in at the one where I met him where he was majority owner - damn! We walked up a ramp to an area where there was basically nothing and Garrett explained, “This is the ‘back room’. No lights get turned on up here. There’s a little ambient light from those top windows, but barely enough to see your hand in front of your face. For those guys who can’t loosen up to play around down below, they eventually find their way up here. I know more than one sweater queen who got more than he bargained for when he wandered into the wrong group of guys fresh from the Eagle up here.” I asked if he was worried about the cops raiding the place or anyone getting seriously hurt. “No, not really,” Garrett said. “I know all the cops around here and several of them will work security for the party when they are off duty. I also have a few other guys who wander around, keeping an eye on things, and if on the rare chance someone doesn’t like what is happening fuck this place is crawling with people so easy enough to step away.” My mouth must have been hanging open as I stared around at the ‘back room’, the stains on the floor, imaging all the cum and man sweat that would be shot in here soon. Then I asked, “If you have all this, then why would anyone pay for Speed Breeding? I mean, it sounds like there is plenty of ass here if people want it.” Garrett handed me the bottle of cocaine as he lit a cigarette and shook head, “Yeah, of course. But like I said, a lot of what happens is just looking, touching, a quick suck here and there. People come for the ‘possibility’ of the taboo - few actually have the balls to jump into the deep end. That’s why I have Speed Breeding. True, it’s a little extra cash, but for a lot of guys, all the drinking, teasing, and stimuli would leave them so frustrated they would never come back so I make sure they can get a release. Speaking of - get on your knees and suck my dick while I finish my smoke.” I was slobbering his dick, jacking mine, silently begging for him to shoot in my mouth. He flicked his cigarette butt against the wall, stepped back, I asked, “Can you cum?” He laughed and said, “Not yet. But I will - maybe. You know there’s going to lots of pretty young ass prancing around here tonight and I do so enjoy corrupting the innocent.” Back down on the main level we worked our way through the various areas being set up to the other end of the warehouse/parking garage. Garrett pointed back the way we had come, “Down at the end closer to 15th Street is where cars would enter and that side door is where everyone comes in. Always good to have a line out front as no one wants to go in someplace that’s dead. I also will have porn playing down there just off to the side so that as people come in they hear the sounds of sex. Make them think there is a lot going on. I first tried having the VIP area down there and the Speed Breeding, but works out better this way. Just up there - the end closer to the 14th Street - is the EXIT. This is the VIP area …” Garrett held the door open to what appeared to a couple of old offices. The windows had been covered with black paint. It was very dim and already smoky as the guys doing the set up were all smoking. The guys were all eye candy too and seemed to represent the various groups from a guy in chaps to a preppy guy and more. Through the next room was a door that led into a hall and on each side of the hall was another office. The windows facing into the hall had been painted black. There was a small bed in each room, stacks of paper towel rolls, a garbage can, a small ice chest, a chair, a small TV playing porn with a stack of porn videos beside it, an ashtray, a mirror for cocaine and a few straws, poppers, an assortment of bottles of lube - but clearly absent - no condoms. What I assumed was a closet was actually a toilet and hand basin. “These are the Speed Breeding rooms,” Garrett explained. “While folks may want sleazy, for $20 they expect more than a corner with a shower curtain hung up in front. The process is simple. I have a guy who sits at the hall door at the front there. He collects the money and the men walk into whatever room is free. There is no choosing - they get whatever ass is available - yours or C.O.’s boy. When you shut the door, there is a red bulb that turns on in the hallway and in the room and a timer starts. They get 5 minutes. When the timer runs out both lights go off. My guys will give them a few seconds to get dressed, but then they will open the door if the have to and send them on their way. They can do whatever they want for that 5 minutes - have you tell them a nursery rhyme for all I care, but the goal is to get them to have fun and let loose - literally.” I nodded, understanding. Garrett reminded me, “Remember it’s all about the taboo, the risk. Some guys may want it totally dark - some may want you to suck them first - but 5 minutes goes by awful fast. See that lit box under the red bulb? That’s an old flip timer my electrical guy installed in both rooms - got it from a bank or something. It will count down from 5 minutes so you can keep an eye on the time and speed things along if you need to. Here - let me show you.” Garrett closed the door, the red bulb went on casting a devilish glow, and the timer started to count down from 5:00 with a CLICK as the metallic number tabs turned and the gears whirred; 4:59 CLICK; 4:48 CLICK; 4:57 - fuck that was going to get annoying. Garrett pointed at the timer, “5 minutes to get your ass loaded. Most of the guys will blow in 30 seconds, but if you feel like a guy is not there, ease off, wait out the timer, tell him to circle back around and you will be happy to given him another 5 minutes - for another $20 of course. Be that naked, hungry cum dump I know you are and work those fucking dicks and get their loads. A few rules: If you need to let any of it out, use the toilet there but tell my guys you need a minute, leave the door open and make it quick; Same if you need to snort some lines, drink, or whatever; Don’t drink anything unless it’s from a can you opened and don’t let it sit around so no one slips anything into it - same with the cocaine; There’s a box by the door for TIPS right by the chair and whatever gets put in there is extra and for you only; See the walls here? They only go up to 7-feet so everything that goes on in here can be heard in the main VIP room - faintly - but it can be heard - so the sounds of fucking will get you more dick for sure; The first few hours may be a little slow but things will really start picking up by midnight and then it gets balls crazy from there until 4:00 AM when we have to ‘technically’ close; Don’t leave the room. I need you boys here the whole time; I will have a guy at the other end of the hall so when the men are done fucking, he guides them out that way as the next ones come in the front. They can leave if they want, or come back, or go back to the main event. With your ass I expect you will have a few repeats as I always get a couple perverts - like myself - that hits its early and then again later; and Finally, if you feel for any reason that something’s not right like the guy is too drunk, or gets rough - not play rough, but you know like want to hurt you rough, or anything at all you just holler and both my guys will be in here in seconds. The doors don’t lock. “Give me your keys to the house and anything else you got on you. OK, Any questions?” Garrett asked as he lit a cigarette and absently stroked his bulging troll dick through his pants. I stepped to the door, pulled it open slightly, the red light shut off, the timer whirred and clicked back to 5:00, I shut the door firmly, the red light came back on, CLICK, the timer started. I stepped over to Garrett, unzipped his pants, and started sucking his dick like my life depended on it. “OH JESUS,” he said as he guided my head with his left hand while holding his cigarette in his right. I had not swallowed his cum before and I wanted to taste it - to taste that dirty semen and to have his cum coating my throat for the rest of the night. “SWALLOW THAT FUCKING LOAD - SWALLOW IT ALL - GET EVERY DIRTY DROP - OH CHRIST!” Garrett proclaimed. A few more contractions of my mouth and I eased back, stood up, wiped the spittle and dick juice from the corners of my mouth, looked at the timer - 2:15 - then to Garrett and asked, “Feel better?” He just shook his head, sighed as he stuffed his dick back in his pants, “Ah the eagerness of youth,” he said as if that explained everything. His load was ashy, earthy, sour, and thick and I told myself I wanted more of that sometime too, but now time for business. I followed Garrett as he completed one last walk around. There was just under an hour before they would open the doors and start letting guys in. He introduced me to the host of the event, several of the guys who worked there, and then about 30 minutes out C.O.’s boy Kip showed up. There was just something about Kip. We didn’t click the first time I met him and not then either. I did smile though knowing I had pleased his pimp, C.O., and thinking about the BBC gangbang C.O. had taken me to and then him fucking me in Garrett’s backyard made me horny as hell and raring to go. I stepped away from the group, turned into a corner, did a huge snort out of the brown bottle and told Garrett I was going to go get ready. The music had cranked up, voices were louder, sounds of a party wound and weaved through the warehouse/parking garage to where I was near the VIP section. The big guy sitting out front collecting the $20 fee didn’t give me his name, but seemed nice enough, told me he would take care of me, and I could not help but eye the bulge in his crotch. The guy who sat at the back end looked like C.O. at first - rough, street looking dude - and in the dim light I could see he was tall, stocky, and the small glare from his smoke showed a full beard. As I approached he got off his stool, towering over me, set his cigarette in an ashtray placed on another stool beside him and said, “May I help you?” He then looked up the hall to the front and I turned and saw Kip leaning out of his room who then yelped and ducked back in. “I just wanted to introduce myself,” I said, “I’m helping Garrett out and….” He didn’t take my offered hand and just noted, “I know who you are.” I turned to go, paused, then sort of stumbled back a step right into the man. I innocently turned my head as I slid my shorts down and quietly said, “No one’s around yet. You want to fuck me?” OK, I am usually not - OK, I am NEVER, that bold, but between the cocaine, the nutt in my ass from earlier, the taste of Garrett’s second load in my mouth, the anticipation of what was to come, I needed my hole poked. His calloused black hand came around my throat, pulled me tight against his body, his denim jeans doing nothing to hide the steel pipe shaft snaking down his right thigh, “YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN BOY,” he growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - ASS OR PUSSY - EITHER ONE AND IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE, YOU’D BE SCREAMING YOUR REGRETS RIGHT NOW. BUT MY MAN’S BEEN GOOD TO ME AND MINE SO I’M NOT FUCKING WITH HIS SHIT. TONIGHT’S HIS BUSINESS AND YOU NEED TO DO YOUR PART AND I’LL DO MINE.” With a grunt he released me, sat back down on the stool, picked up his smoke, and smiled at me through the haze. I boldly reached out and ran my fingers up and down the dark outlines of his manhood and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle my business. But when the party’s over, I may need someone to walk me home.” With that invite hanging - along with his ginormous BBC - I went down the hall to my Speed Breeding room, got naked, sat on the bed, snorted a few lines of cocaine, jacked my dick, put some porn on and waited for my first John. I was lost in a movie when the light grew dimmer, the door closed, the red bulb turned on and the timer started - CLICK. The man was short, balding, paunchy, had on glasses, and leered at me with a snaggle toothed smile. I smiled back. I stood up, bent over the bed, and he said, “Oh no, no no. Kiss me.” What? I turned and looked at him. His physical looks didn’t really bother me - hell as a bottom the ‘ugliest’ tops were some of the best fucks - but this guy was effeminate too. It took me a second to remember the saying the guys in Texas used to blurt, “HE OPENED HIS MOUTH AND A STRING OF PEARLS FELL OUT!” or some shit like that. I just was not into fem guys. Clearly I had discovered I had few limits, and a broad range of men I would let fuck me, but this? This was too much. CLICK - the fucking timer. I looked at him, the mirror full of coke, snorted some lines, stood up, and leaned down and kissed the little man as he touched my dick. I had to be the aggressor and slid my tongue between his small, dry cracked lips. He moaned - CLICK. I reached down to touch his dick, “No, no, no. Kiss me.” OK, whatever. Back to his mouth - CLICK. My tongue darted in his mouth. I reached up and held his head - CLICK. I flicked my tongue side to side and up and down - CLICK. He moaned. I added some spit - CLICK. I explored his teeth - CLICK. He pulled back and shook, shivered, and had a small convulsion. Fuck was he having a heart attack? A dark stain appeared on the front of his Khakis. Damn - he just blew his load! The man turned, yanked the door open, and scurried down the hall like a rabbit with a fox on its tail. The big black man - fuck I still didn’t know his name, calmly pushed the EXIT door open, the small man hurried through, then the door was shut. I waved for the black guy to come to the room as I furtively looked to the front and saw the guy who took the cash but no one else waiting. “What the fuck was that?” I asked. The black guy looked at my white skin, reached out and circled my pink nipple as he licked his lips. He smiled. I crossed my hands over my chest and said, “What? Now you want to fuck me?” He just shook his head and went back to his post. I snorted some more coke and waited. The door to my room was slightly further down the hall than Kip’s. I heard his door open, a man walk by who looked at me and smiled as he slicked his hair back and left. Kip’s door closed. OK, tonight was not off to a great start. I didn’t have to wait long for my first load: The next guy that came in was a little drunk for sure, but had a nice, thick uncut dick and like Garrett predicted, he cummed in my ass within about a minute of sticking it in. I had barely lubed my hole up before he got behind me, shoved, pumped, and spurted. A few more guys came through, each much like the last, nothing special to remember except hot nutt in my ass and not one of them asked about safe sex, or a condom, or status. The next guy though - fuck I had to stop and sort several lines of cocaine just to deal with him. Fucking high maintenance. He wanted more light, less light, not that video, did I have condoms, how many loads had I taken? What was my status? Did I know the importance of safe sex? I barely saw his dick before the timer stopped - thank God. When he left I motioned to the guy taking the money and told him, “I will not deal with that asshole again.” That’s all I had to say. More coke, more raw dick, more cum. The music seemed louder, the voices sharper, the shadows darker - damn I was fucked up. Sad though as I barely felt the fucks. I mean nothing against the guys at all, all seemed like nice dicks, but nothing so special that it cut through the high, made my ass ache after, or made me wish I was theirs to take home. That all changed when he walked in. HOLY SHIT! WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE? I had just finished using the closet toilet and wiped the man spooge out of my crack when I sat back on the bed, snorted some lines, and looked up. He walked in, shut the door, unbuttoned his pants and with them around his ankles turned around and stopped - it was one of my friends. One of the guys I had stayed with when I first came to DC. His eyes got wide - he mumbled and fumbled trying to pull his pants up. I stepped over to him, he stood up, I grabbed his dick and stroked and asked, “You trying to fuck or what?” So the backstory recap on why this was weird: The guy who just walked in - I will call him Mr. M - he and I were bar friends, pool table buddies. Nice guy. Big executive in a multinational company, but married and just ‘coming out’. Sort of. Mr. L - who would become his lover - was someone we all met the same night at the bar. He was new to the neighborhood, we asked him to play pool with us, he and Mr. M spent the night together and the rest was wedded bliss. Well things got weird when Mr. M asked me to let Mr. L have one of the spare rooms at my house. He was living in a bad place, had to get out ASAP. Sure, no problem. Well when Mr. L moved in we became friends, sort of best friends I thought. Mr. M seemed a little jealous at times and even once accused me (while at the bar drunk) of sleeping with his new lover Mr. L - which never happened. We were friends. Not my type. I was helping someone out in need, blah blah blah. Anyways, things were just always a little weird after that. Mr. M and Mr. L became a hot power couple, moved to DC, we kept in touch, when my life went to hell they invited me to stay with them but Mr. M always still seemed a little surly. Now here I was, buck-naked and Mr. M had his dick hanging out. They always said they were monogamous, but fuck - I didn’t give a shit. If he was here, he wanted to fuck. I spit in my hand, pressed Mr. M against the wall as I pushed back on his dick and rode his shaft for all I was worth. It took me close to 4 minutes, but he cummed in my ass then quickly wiped his dick off and left. HA! I watched Mr. M practically run out the back door. The black guy at the back looked at me - I looked up front and no one was watching - I stepped into the hall, bent over and spread my cheeks so he could see the fresh load of cum coating my ass pussy. I smiled and walked back into the room, his low growl echoing over the music and sounds of the party. The next few hours were a bit of a blur - too much cocaine. There was a guy who I thought must have been homeless from his stink but he had a huge dick that stretched me good, so I was happy. A couple jock Daddy types who seemed to enjoy fucking rough. Another dude who insisted I find a condom and finally I flung the door open and shoved him into the hall - end of that. Overall the night was OK - not great - but OK. Frankly I had a much better time at the BBC gangbang a few nights prior. Those men were ALL well hung. They fucked with no strings, no drama, and all they wanted was a raw hole to cum in. Drugs, drink, smoke, all on deck along with balls to the wall hardcore fucking. The VIPs at this sex party were just a bit too tame and vanilla for my tastes. Yeah I looked the vanilla part, and could play a JR’s ‘sweater queen’ on TV, but inside I was more of an Eagle slut, or BBC hood slut. I heard there was a bar called Bachelor’s Mill where the BBC went, but the BBC there were only into black holes – not pink ones. Sigh! Garrett was in the tiny doorway of the closet toilet. He handed me a wad of bills and smiled, “From your TIP box,” he said. I blushed, took the cash, not sure exactly where to put it so handed it back to him and said, “Can you…..” Another voice interrupted us as a black hand snatched the cash, took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black guy I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Before I got married I think the longest at one time was 4-5 hours

The longest time that I've sucked a cock for was almost 2 hours. He came after about 20 minutes and stayed hard, had me go slow after he came until his cock was less sensitive, then it took me another hour and a half to work the second load out of his balls.

First time was with a much older guy at the time and after he was done fucking me he stayed in me and started filling my ass up with pee from then on was hooked.

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.

You must be Tina's friend. Nothing has brought me more satisfaction than seeing the transformation of this one beautiful, proud, young, stuck up best friend of a friend of mine who started coming to the club night after night. He seemed uncomfortable at first, but something drew him back a lot, at first as just an observer. He came back more frequently. Becoming a regular, becoming bolder and bolder, finally sucking dick at the glory hole, loving it, being praised for it by the older guys, craving more, taking anonymous cum in his mouth, initially spitting it out on the grimy floor, but after so many times becoming familiar with the taste and thinking nothing of swallowing it. Actually loving it. Thinking about and craving the taste of cum. Being told how hot and sexy he was. What a sweet ass he had. It made him want to pay back the compliments. Eventually getting his ass lubed up and played with. Going from sniffing other guys' poppers to needing his own and always having a brown bottle in his pocket for when he's at the club. Letting a guy "just put the head in," without a condom and after a few times of this not getting upset when the guy loses control and cums in him. Getting to know the other regulars, talking, joking, smoking pot, trying some tina and being blown away by how good he felt on it. Not waiting to be asked if he'd like more, he asks himself the first thing at the club the next night. Not smoking it like before, but slamming it as the coolest guys in the clique do. The big time. Being barebacked all over the club, in private rooms, in the open. Then the following day it's all he thinks about. Craves it. How he'll get some and how good it will feel. Some guys do it every once in a while. How dumb when they can get it everyday and feel the best feeling. Eventually being so fucked up and getting a reputation as a tweaker who will do anything to get high. X and G become additions. Barebacking guys while high in the back room, feeling like a totally liberated, fulfilled gay man. Never getting enough tina, never getting enough raw dick and cum. He's developed a nice meth habit and now turns tricks- older guys, ugly guys, any guys with money, and enjoying it, feeding his habit. His friends are other users and barebackers now. He dresses like a slut and is always grinding his teeth and two steps ahead of himself. He's sure he must be poz from all the loads he's taken but he'll deal with that later.

After Justin and I broke up, I was totally devastated and felt very empty inside. Not only my ass was empty because Justin wasn't fucking me regularly, but my stomach felt like a bottomless pit of anguish. Luckily, I was able to concentrate on finals. I was taking 5 classes and I had 2 papers and 3 exams over the next 10 days. They were all pretty evenly spaced out so I didn't have a lot of time to think about Justin. Finals were a time when the library and the dorm were always full of people. It was easy to get into a routine. Gym, food, computer games with a guy on the floor, food, study or write at the library or in my room, food and hang with the guys on the floor and then study until I slept. One of the first mornings of the "prep week", I went into the showers and saw someone's ass under the bottom of the stall. I knew who it was, Paul, my friend on the floor, had been out drinking and was obviously massively hungover. He was sitting on the floor because he was too hungover to stand. He hadn't had a good freshman year. He was beat up while pledging a fraternity and most of the guys who had joined fraternities ignored him after that - including his roommate, the guys across the hall, and Jason. The first semester those guys were all inseparable. It was hard to see him like this. Paul was a really sweet guy. I spoke with Paul that morning and brought him food back from breakfast. We ended up chatting a lot that week. He was transferring after the year ended. I didn't even know that he was thinking about transferring. I guess I had become distant too. I felt bad. Paul and I hung out and studied together all week. He helped me focus and not think about Justin. As finals week crept along, more guys were partying and the noise level increased. Unluckily, I had finals on two of the last 3 days. I took to using Paul's room because it was at the end of the hall. Paul would use mine to play games I had on my computer which he didn't have. It worked out well. On one of the last nights, I finished studying and was falling asleep in Paul's bed. I went back to my room and Paul wasn't tired. I got into my boxers, used the bathroom, and came back to the room. I let him keep playing the game and we chatted for a bit. There was a lot of sexual tension in the room. I got out of bed and leaned over his shoulder a bit to see how he was doing in the game. He turned his face, we looked into each other's eyes and then kissed. A few minutes later, we were both naked and I was moaning as his cock was sliding into my ass. We never even discussed who would get fucked, condoms, hiv status, nothing. There I was bent over my desk with his cock in me. He held his hand over my mouth as he fucked me. He got faster and faster. I could tell he was getting close. His other hand was holding me down. I was jerking off as he fucked me. He was about to cum and I felt Paul tighten his strokes as he was about to pull out and shoot on my back. I said, "Cum in me Paul." It came out as a mumble because he was covering my mouth. He must've understood because he changed his strokes and let it go deep in my ass. Paul and I fucked over the next few days. We fucked 3-4 times a day. We never discussed condoms or hiv status. He did tell me I was the first guy he fucked while sober since he left boarding school. I liked how he fucked me. It was always a good solid fuck. In those last few days, I also had to figure out my roommate situation for the following year and pack, etc. Surprise, surprise! My new roommate was the other Mardi Gras bottom boy - John. Paul and I said our goodbyes and tried to stay in touch, but after he went to another university it was difficult. I ran into him in a bathhouse a few years later, once I moved to New York City, and he fucked me with his friend. It was hot. I went home for the summer. It was really hard to live at home. My dad barely spoke to me. My brother had his own life. My mom was trying, but her love felt more ambivalent than it had before. I think she was trying to adjust to the fact that I was gay. She kept telling me what a lonely life it would be and how sad she was for me. On top of all of that, I kept running into Eli. Whether it was with high school friends, at temple, at the mall, etc. He seemed to be everywhere. All seeing him did was make me feel alone. It also made me think about Justin a lot. That also made me feel alone. I needed to get out of there. I talked to my aunt and uncle about using the cabin, but a storm had knocked a tree onto it over the winter and they were having it repaired this summer. I called John about moving into the New Orleans apartment. He called the landlord and the landlord said the guys in the place had just asked to get out of their lease a month early and we could have it mid July. New Orleans in summer. Yay! Except for the heat and the swampy mugginess, but I did not know how that felt firsthand yet. John and I showed up on the appointed day and ended up moving in as the other guys moved out. The other guys were nice and we all helped each other. It took almost all day. One of the guys moving out, a senior from Loyola University, asked if he could stay on our couch that night because he didn't want to drive to Texas after furniture and boxes all day. We said that he could stay but John and I pointed out that we had no couch yet. We all laughed. He stayed anyway. As we got the place set up, the Loyola stayover, Pete, went to get us dinner and some beer. He came back and we drank and ate a typical New Orleans Monday dinner - Red Beans and Rice with Fried Chicken. We drank a lot of beer too. John fell asleep and Pete and I stayed up talking. I asked Pete if he wanted to stay in my room (previously his room). He knew we were gay and so was he. He said, "Just sleep?" I said, "Sure. But if sex happens, I'm cool with that." We laughed and went to bed. We made my bed, made out, got naked and I saw his fat cock. It was a fireplug cock. Fat and short (5.5" or so). I grabbed that cock and sucked it like I was starving for cock. He and I got into a 69 and he started to finger my ass. I pushed back on his fingers as I sucked his cock. After about ten minutes of him fingering me, lubing me with his spit, and licking my crack; Pete asked for a condom. I looked at him and around the room. I told him I hadn't unpacked them yet. Pete had packed his up and they were in his UHall. We were both disappointed. We switched positions and Pete was on his back and I was sucking his cock again. I was getting him very wet and he was incredibly hard - almost like steel. I went up and kissed him and straddled his waist. His cock was rubbing on mine. He pushed it back between my legs and rubbed the wet head against my ass crack. I was sucking his tongue as he was pressing the cock at my hole. I did what I always do when a cock is on my hole, pushed back. His cock head popped inside my ass. I moaned and he slid in more. I sat back more and his cock slid almost all the way in. I rode his cock for awhile and he was pushing up. We got a good rhythm going and fucked for about a few minutes like that. I said, "Fuck me Pete." He flipped me over, lifted my legs and popped his cock back in my ass. About 20 minutes later, this guy I had just met a few hours ago was about to cum. I said, "Cum in my ass." Pete slammed his hips into me and groaned as he shot his cum inside me. In the morning, Pete was gone and I was really horny. It had been about 2 months since Paul had fucked me and I was craving another fuck. I convinced John to go with me to the bars that night. We got drunk, danced, met some guys and I wound up back in a guy's hotel room taking his raw cock and his load. I took 2 more loads off him by the time I left. The rest of the week, I couldn't get enough cock. I went out every night and a different guy fucked me every night that week - hotel rooms, an apartment, the back room at another bar, and the bathhouse. Some guys used condoms, others didn't; but I wasn't asking. As I went home on Sunday morning after a night getting fucked by a guy in his hotel room, I remembered what that speaker said - "It is the other guy's responsibility to ask me to use a condom and ask about my status." I hadn't asked any of these guys either question. I just wanted to get fucked and I let it happen however it happened. I was kinda freaked out that I had done these things. I felt cum in my wet ass from the guy who had just fucked me again before I left his hotel. I decided I needed to get tested. I spent the next few weeks getting tested(negative), finding a job, and basically hanging out. John and I bought a couch and a few other things for our place. It was during one of those trips that John told me about chat rooms where I could meet guys. He told me about AOL and gay.com. I was interested. He told me guys met for dates and sex, but it was up to what you wanted. Profiles, pictures, etc. I went back to the apartment and set up a different AOL account/screenname and a gay.com account. I was tired of being alone. I was hoping this would help me meet my future boyfriend/partner. I tried AOL chat rooms first.......

love having a guy pee while deep in my asshole. hard to find anyone that will do it

I go to Rainbow Cabaret or just to sex parties.I try to stay loaded up all the time.True cum junkie here

Sounds hot here. In St Pete. Vers. Love to do whatever sometime

I live in a condo high rise building, so there's a lot of foot traffic in the staircase all the time. Now that it's almost summer, the pool is open and is pretty festive since it's the start of the season. There's a really hot straight couple that live in the building - both gorgeous, very personable and just fun to be around. On weekends, they're typically out by the pool socializing/drinking. This past weekend they had a buddy visiting. He's muscular, hairy and has a bit of an accent. We were all hanging out and drinking beer and having a good time when someone noticed the beer is running low, so I volunteered to head down to the street and hit the market or liquor store. The straight couple's visiting buddy said he had to piss and he asked to tag along. I didn't think much of his remark until we were walking inside the building toward the elevator bank and he asked if I minded taking the stairs. "Sure, why not?" I replied. Before we even got down the first flight of steps his hands were all over my ass. As we made-out, our cocks were growing full tilt. We were both a little nervous because we could get caught by anyone, and in addition, it was quite obvious he wanted my hole. I sucked his hot piece, got it super wet and started spitting in my hand and wetting my own hole. With that, he fucked me right then and there. We tried to keep quiet but we were both working up quite a sweat. After he blew a huge nut into my guts, we composed ourselves enough to make it down the stairs without raging hard-ons. It was SO HOT to walk around with his cum inside my ass.

Hey dude. Let's hook up and swap some DNA. Luv to have a local fuck bud. Check out some of my stories I've posted here. Let's do some shit we can write about. Mike here

Room 212 … We took the deluxe room… Double bed… a sling and mirrors everywhere… We undressed, put our bags away, he took his small lap top and hooked in a bareback hooking up site… “Go douche!” he told me.. “Take your time.. Go to the sauna, relax, wander around… give me half an hour… I need to fix the points… and see if I can bring any of my friends at this part of the town…” And I did as he ordered me… Went for a shower and cleaned myself from the earlier piss and cum… After the slams in the bar and the earlier fucking from Sir and the Turk taxi driver, my body seemed to crave the hot water… I was never comfortable in saunas… I was always feeling too exposed and couldn’t stand the competition with the other younger and piggier bottoms… Maybe it was my self-esteem that was low since I was not big in the cock department… or maybe it was because my butch looks were giving the wrong signal and people thought I was a Top… So in saunas there too much negotiation for my own taste… or somehow it was difficult to relax and be the slut that I wanted to be… But wisdom comes with age… The last few years I finally managed not to be that harsh with myself… I guess that since I was introduced to chem sex I left most of my defenses down… I started leaving my door open showing my ass for people to see… I stopped being too picky of who was going to fuck me… and I somehow became more aggressive in asking to be seeded … I came in terms with my demons… So be it. The sauna was busy for a Sunday morning… The after hour club crowd… And some daddies… and some twinks… and some trolls… My kind of crowd… with red eyes… like wolves… hungry for more sperm… I looked myself in the mirror… yeap… it is me alright… the same thirsty me… Went to second floor… checked the rooms… Sluts like me waiting with their ass exposed… Men wandering… checking out for the best offer… I went to the cock-sucking maze… Few years ago I preferred to suck cock more than fucking… But like I said: Wisdom comes with age… I am now a cumdump… that is my true nature… to offer my hole for breeding and sperm… went and took a couple of mints… I wanted my breath fresh… got water for us… plenty of water… and then back to the 212 room… Everything was set up… the small tray with the cotton and the points… the poppers… the lube… the blindfold…. the camera… “You need to trust me…” he said… “I do” I said and I kissed his lips while I grabbed his already hard cock… “Get on all fours” he said… and I did… He started to rim my clean hole… the way he was pushing his tongue in my ass was sending me to another dimension… the poppers helped as well… He was sucking my hole for ten minutes… and then I felt his cock teasing my asshole… “Please fuck me…” I begged… “I will … in time… you need to get ready… Stay… “ I stayed on my knees like he ordered me… He came with the point. “It will be a bit stronger… I need you fucked up… I want you to be my chemwhore … “ “I trust you”, is all I said… He put the tourniquet around my arm… cleaned with an alcohol pad and found the vein, pushed till the tube went red and then took of the tourniquet off… “Here we go… stay in all fours…” he said and gave me the point all the way… I coughed and then there was the buzz… My ears started to ring… I almost lost my vision… but I looked up… and there I was… facing myself in front of the mirror… Red eyes… Happy eyes… I saw him put the tourniquet around his arm and then slammed his own point… He was so beautiful… Hard and ready… He put the points away… “I want to hear you taking big popper breaths…” he ordered me… and his voice was different… And I did… I was spacing in the most amazing zone…. Felt lube in my ass crack… and then his cock… He went all the way in… My ass was so relaxed… I saw him from the mirror fucking me… Yes this is me… On my knees, getting fucked like a cumwhore I truly am and he was my stranger Viking driving his cock in the depths of my existence… He looked at me… “Tell me what you are?” “I am a cumdump Sir”… “Yes that is exactly what you are… and a slam whore… My slam whore…” “Yes Sir… my ass is yours… my veins are your for slamming … make me your whore…” “Stay where you are” He stopped fucking. From the mirror I saw him going back to the hidden tray and took another point… “You need more…” And without living me time to object he cleaned my arm again, flashed and registered the second point for in such a short time … “Fly my whore” he said when he pushed the chems in my blood… And yes… I did fly… The most beautiful buzz… “Thank you” was the only thing I said which sound more like a whisper. He smiled… Yes, the wolves sometimes smile… I was in the zone. Almost disconnected from myself. Like the man who was in front of the mirror was not me… But some man who was happy and in peace with his own demons… A happy chem whore… A lucky chem whore who was offering my ass to a Viking stranger… “Thank you” I said again … and this time he heard me… “No, I have to thank you… For letting me see who you really are… And there is more to see….” He opened the door. And then came in front of me. He got comfortable on the bed… leaning his back on the mirror wall but at an angle where I could see myself and the open door in the same time. Anyone who was passing by, could see my ass sticking out while I was sucking his cock that was so hard… “You will take any cock… Old, young, healthy, diseased, black, chinese, I do not care… All I care is that you will take cum… and every now and then I will slam you more… and here is the water and here is the poppers… and see yourself in the mirror… you see this black guy… he is a bit hesitant but he will come.. and he will see me nodding him and he will stick his black huge cock in you… and if he asks for condom I will send him away… But he won’t… because he knows that you are a cumdump… he doesn’t know that you are a chem whore… but that is Ok… he will breed you… and then another one will come … and another one… here look at yourself… and every time anyone cums in you, you will say “thank you”. And I will be here all the time.. feeding you piss and chems… Look your self in the mirror… See how beautiful you are... See how your eyes glow… You are my whore… I will film you taking chems… I will film you drinking piss… I will film you receiving cum … Because you need to see what I see…. You need to remember everything that is to follow the next hours… And only when I tell you “I am ready”, I will slide in your sloppy cumhole and I will give you my poz load… and then and only then you will be allowed to rest… and then and only then I will be satisfied…” The guy behind me found the target easily… I felt his massive black cock sinking in my lubed hole… and when he was all the way in Sir held my head down and started to piss… With the corner of my eyes I saw where I was…. It is exactly where I was meant to be… My hell and my heaven … my place was here… the place where I meant to be… The guy behind me started to speed … My hole was too hot to hold enough… and he came… silently… like he was a bit ashamed for being so quick… I wanted to tell him that there is no better compliment to a cumdump like me that the Top comes quick… But there was no place for words. I heard my self saying “Thank you”… and then I felt the tap on the back of my neck… Sir was satisfied… And then I felt his finger pushing the cum deeper… “Good”… he said… and then an older guy came in the room… around his 70’s… Like he didn’t believe his luck… Sir, opened my ass cheeks to invite him.. I got some poppers…. Nice buzz… I felt his cock… Not too hard, but enough to get in… He got harder in my ass… Sir kept my mouth on his cock… I was buzzing form the chem piss and the poppers… The guy old enough to be my father was fucking me… sliding his cock in my cum lubed ass… I saw myself again in the mirror. And there was again the same thought: “Wisdom comes with age… My hell and my heaven … my place is here… the place where I meant to be”…

After we came up from the dark basement I asked from my Norwegian friend his permission to go to the bathroom where I emptied my ass from the chem piss and the cum Then cleaned myself a bit. I was still buzzing from the earlier slam… in a good way… He was waiting for me at the same spot where we first met with two bottles of beer. He had bought the drinks… How nice of him. “Drink… it is not water but it is good enough” he said. “Beer is just fine….Thank you ” “Your name?” he asked. I told him. He didn’t say his… “You will call me Sir”. “Yes sir” it is all that I said. “You live here?” “No Sir, I am here for three days… I am a sex tourist… I travel for only one reason… to get fucked…” “So was it any worth spending your money in hotels and plane tickets so far?” “No major complaints Sir… in fact you were my first for tonight and the best…” “You want more cocks?” “I am a cumdump Sir, I want cum… From you, from others… from anyone… But I really like your company… In fact I like everything on you Sir… And I guess I am too bold to say this but I guess it is the Tina that talks … and the beer”. I felt my face blushing… “You are too smart for a cumdump….” he said and drank some more of his beer… “Is that a problem Sir?” I started feel uneasy… “No, it is good, as long as you know your place, you show me respect… and you talk less… Are you still thirsty?” he saw my empty now bottle… “Yes, Sir… I know my place and yes, Sir I am still thirsty…” “Kneel!” I looked him in the eye… Blue and grey eyes… Devils’ eyes… Mephistopheles’s kind of eyes… That was a test or what… The time has stopped… I knew my place… I kneeled… My mouth on the height of his zipper… He took his heavy thick uncut cock out and put in my mouth… I tasted my ass juices and piss… and some soap somewhere behind the foreskin… My mouth was full… I felt his piss down my throat… Damn I was thirsty indeed…. Didn’t care about the men watching me… My whole “me” was in the right spot… I wouldn’t change it for anything. Kneeling in front this Viking giant, drinking his nectar, submitting my will to his needs. What a view… Him standing above me…. I felt the envy of the other patrons… In fact I felt proud. Proud to be his whore… I felt the last of his drops. I was ready to stand up when I felt his hand on my shoulder… Two more pair of feet in front of me… Another cock… A black one this time… A 60 year old leather man… Big bush of mustache… and a cock in hand… Soft… but at least an 8 incher… “Drink” My Viking ordered… And I did… I drank and drank… until he was done… I felt a tap on my head…. He said something that it had to be close to the “Good boy”… and before having time to re-adjust my knees… another cock was in front of my lips… Another man… another cock… 45 chubby black hair… hairy and with the thickest cock I ever saw…. I took my man’s silent permission… He nodded his head encouraging me drink… this time the taste of the piss was bitter… I was not to complain… I was in piss fag’s heaven… And once again I didn’t let any drop get wasted… Yes… Sir, was proud of me… He helped me get up… And then he kissed…. I felt his tongue entering my mouth… He tasted the other men’s piss … and kissing me he was telling me in his own way that it is Ok to be a piss fag… a whore… and a slam cumdump… because that was exactly what he wanted me to be… “Thank you Sir” I said…. He looked at me … these Blue and Grey eyes again… and somehow the whole energy changed… my eyes became watery… tears watery… Not many times I find someone to allow me to see the real depth of his eyes… He did… and then I knew that I was so transparent… I could see my loneliness, my strength, my Erebus…. the deepest dark in me… so deep that it was almost comfortable… Nothing better to embrace the darkness and find a pair of Blue and Grey eyes to say to you that sometimes there is tenderness in the shadows… “It is time for your second slam… Go down to the sling.. make your self comfortable… I am going to fix the point and I will be down in a few minutes… Spread your legs and take this…” He gave me his blue handkerchief. “This time I want you blindfolded… Now go… “ And I went… Shadows of men wandering back and forth back and forth… My kind of men… My tribe… I took my jeans off… Kept my leather vest… Took my poppers out from my sock and I laid on the sling.. Put the blindfold like I was told to… and I waited…. When you do not see… when you feel exposed and offering your hole to men that you do not see or care how they look like… when you are becoming the whore your are destined to be… a cum hole … a nothing… a true cumdump… then and only then you feel the real strength… the reason behind all this hunger… then and only then you become invincible… I heard footsteps they stopped… someone felt my hole… there was some lube spread… and then a finger… It burnt…. A booty bump… and then a cock head… not my Viking’s cockhead… It was a slow fucking… More steps… Another cock… this time a cut cock… placed in my mouth… two cocks in two holes…. No faces… no talk… Sound of poppers… the man I was sucking gave me some… and then continued fucking my throat…. I was start losing my self… Nice… and then more steps… I recognized his walk… Next to me… he took my arm… a tourniquet around … he found the vein easily.. a wet cotton… and then a prick… How smooth his push of Tina in my bloodstream… took the tourniquet off and then bam…. The cough came… it was stronger this time…. I started to float… “Thank you “ it is all I said…. And I went back to the cock sucking… The man who was fucking me started to speed up…. And he gave it to me… with a howling…. And stayed till he found his breath… and then went… My Viking put his finger in my cummy hole and gave it to me to taste it… the man I was sucking took his place… More poppers… for him and for me… It didn’t last long… He came hard… and then came back to my mouth to clean him… I did… What a tasty cock… and then left… I heard the sound of the tourniquet… My Vikkng was ready to slam himself…. I heard all of his preparations. I felt his concentration in the dark… He put his cock in me… and then he pushed the point… took it off and coughed… How nice to feel your man in your ass the moment he is losing himself… He started to fuck… yes… That was a real fuck… sliding in my already cummy ass… I was his slam whore… That was all what I was… I was a cumdump the last level of a whore… But at that very moment I knew I was the strongest of all…. I was the chosen one… He was fucking me for at least an hour… he came in me twice… and pissed in me once more… I was hearing steps coming and go… some of them put their cocks in my ass… a couple of them pissed on me… But the never claimed my ass from him…. They knew that something specially was happening between me and Him… And the hunters know to respect when something extraordinary happens…. When we went back to the bar we were both with the smile… One more round of beers… I bought them this time… Not much talk… Just happy and comfortable… his finger in my cummy hole while he was drinking his beer… I knew things were coming to an end… The dawn was close… He read my mind…. “You are not going anywhere” he said… “You are coming with me… “ “To Where?” I asked… My place to fix some more points and then to the sauna…. “Yes Sir”… “Mephistopheles is still horny” he said and smiled… Damn … these Blue and Grey eyes… how I could resist…. I went to take my coat and off the Bar we went… Almost morning…

The latin gangster with tattooed and thick cock was speaking to me. "Fucking cum rag whore. U fucking like cum in that whole don't u u like cum rag whore." All I could do was moan and he changed pace fast and pounding or slow methodically painful and powerful. I moaned nonsense. And felt so good at the same time. He was pounding my hole powerfully and slow biting into my neck when I felt his balls pull up n body go rigid. He growls into my neck and I could feel his cock unloading the second load my ass had taken that nite. "Oh yeah" he said and made a few more strokes before carefully pulling out. "Don't let any those precious babies out u lil cum slut" he said as walked away. I tried to get up. Another voice said "stay down I wanna have some of ur ass". I looked and saw another guy I didn't recognize. He pushed me back down on the bed. And I felt him pushing fingers into my ass but they felt sharp. Or something he put in my ass felt sharp. "Nah nah nah" he said as I tried to push it out. "U leave that in there" he said. And he pulled my legs up above my head To make it harder for me to push out. My ass burned and stung from whatever he had slipped in. I dont knowhow much time but my head was soaring. Someone was sucking my cock and god I just moaned. How's that ass feel said the hands holding my legs. They were dark and thick and big. They were the bouncer from out side. "How's that ass" he repeated again. I moaned and he slapped my face." U answer me when im talking to u cum dump." I moaned again and he slapped me again. Next thing I knew I was being dropped in a tub. Was he carrying me? "I asked you how that ass felt bitch cum rag." " Fuck me! "I finally said and it was what I wanted. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be split in two and fucked more. Warm water ran down my face and chest but it was too small to be a shower stream. Then another stream then another. I opened my eyes and saw the bouncer, and two other guys Peeing on me. " Yeah u lil cum dump u like that don't u. U like fucking worthless rag!. "I felt my self nodding. One of other other guys grabbed my face and pulled it to his stream. "Open ur mouth "said the stud. He was thick with muscle a real hunk smooth with a very thick 7 inch dick. I did as I was told and the stream began to pour in my mouth I didn't swallow. At least until he slapped me and told me too. Then on the bathroom floor I was on my knees cleaning off two cocks covered with piss and my ass.... Oh my ass I turned and was I was sitting on the bouncers dick it was balls deep I was rock hard as he made me bounce and bounce and bounce. I was in fuck heaven till He blew his nut in my hole and then sagged his cum covered dick in my face to clean off. I began to and the other two began two assault my ass mercilessly. My chest was pushed to the floor my ass forced up as the took turns fucking and slapping fucking and slapping till finally both men dumped loads in my ass. My legs trembled and shook my body spent and used. I tried to get up and was only faced with bouncer's cock. He sat down and told me to make it hard. I did. He told me to kiss it I began to suck He took video of me sucking his cock callimg in me names. And made me say on the camera im tom's cum whore. I did it all. Then he pulled off my cock and thats when I noticed the other two on a bed fucking again as roughly as I was being fucked be for only this time victor was on the btm and he was begging for more.

I had only ever held one dick in my hand other than my own. I squeezed and stroked. I even got to my knees and looked. No stared closely at the cock as I pumped it with one then two hands.look me now. Now here I was feeling up a huge thick strangers dick. So Huge so thick...strangers...the word shot through me like a light. I almost jumped back at the same time the dick reached full 8.5 mast and a thickness only slightly smaller than a can of red bull. It was a magnificent cock. But the word stranger stranger unfamiliar was ringing in my ears silently. The bouncer reached for my hands but I stepped back and shook my head. He laughed. "Come on man give it a little kiss." I shook my head again. "Nah man im good. Im good. I should go." He swung his big dick from his right then to his left hand. "Aight boy. But i no know ull be back for more." He walked up stairs I heard a door slam and from the first time since I left my car I was alone. I looked at my hands sticky and wet with the bouncers precum. I sat down and brought the strong smell of strangers cock to my face and almost dared myself to lick it.Th en I stopped rubbed it off on my jeans and the couch and felt my hard thick 6inch cock. It begged for release. It begged to be tugged like how I tugged the black mans dick. That beautiful thick cock. I looked to the door. Then stepped to tbe closet to grab my clothes. Then saw my body on the mirror. I was hot i was young i was hardn i suddenly thought just let go n have a lil fucking fun. Stop being such a fucking pussy. I took off my pants and hung them with my shirt. and grabbed my cock in my breifs debated for a second by left the underwear on. I looked and counted 23. So upstairs was 23 of the hottest guys in town. I shivered. My ass clenched my dick dripped a lil. I instinctively wiped my cock head of precum and licked it off my hand. Victor had been loud n obnoxious and right. I was a lil cumslut. I knew it he did. As I licked my own cum off my palm there was another taste. Remnants of the bouncer. I licked a lil more and thought damn thats hot. Then shivered again. Let's just do this. Find howie. Have a lil fun. I liked howie. Hes hot. He knows whats up. Just suck him off a lil if he wants maybe get fucked then go the fuck home! I made my way up stairs . As I climbed the stairs and turns right I could hear it now. The voices. The fucking. The hardcore sounds of guys getting pounded. Of tops losing their minds slamming themselves into b tms. A voice saying oh god oh god oh fucking god. Another yes yes yes yes. Another another another another the sounds increased I almost didn't finish my turn but my hips...my cock edged me forward. I walked down the hall it was dim. On the right I heard it. I knew there was an open door. I looked. 4 guys on a bed. Two lay on the bed on their backs. Another two were rapidly sometimes in rhythm sometimes not slamming their fat cocks and bodies into the two. One of the bottom s in thrashing his head noticed me and waved me in. His top turned and noticed me too. He looked me up and down and nodding me to come in too. I was frozen. The top pulled himself out of the btm and the other top replaced him. The 2btm began pushing a thick cock into the 1st btms mouth and their fucking continued. Top number one walked up to me. "Come on in. " He said. His fat 7inch dick pointing straight at me. "Im looking for someone" I responded but even at that moment I couldn't remember who "Lucky guy" The top said. He stroked his dick a bit it was wet. Thick and juicy. I wet my lips not intently just happened and. He saw of course. And smiled. "Ill be right back" he told the others and walked out. He moved into the hallway just outside the door and put his back to wall."Suck it" he said. I just smiled. "Suck it. You fucking want to suck my dick." I got to my knees and put my mouth to the head of his cock. It almost felt natural Then it was natural. It was amazing the head of his cock entered my lips and he put his hand on my head and I went down. Slowly deliberately leading down the curve of his dick feeling the thick veins and girth reach my first stopping point then I pulled back to the head and dropped my mouth down on it again. Then again. And again. I found rhythm and began to suck the his thick curved dick. Suddenly he pushed me down and I felt it pass my stopping point and enter my throat. I gagged and coughed pulled back but as he let go and I got my breath I only went back down and pushed it past my stopping point again. Harder n deeper I sucked then suddenly the guy flipped my body so my back was against the opposite wall and stuffed his cock in my face he back to skull fuck my mouth hard rough. And for the first time just sighed as he did it. I was loving it . He only pulled out his cock to rub the wet cock all over my face. I let out a soft moan we he did then he stuffed my mouth some more. Then just as suddenly as he started he stopped. " Damn man. "He said."U almost made me cum. I promised those boys inside my first load." He quickly walked back inside only to pop his head out side." Don't worry im coming back do more of that." I heard him yelling "im Cummingfuuuuckkk" as he was. I didn't get up to watch. I just breathed and sat on the floor. Two bodies walked to me. They were laughing n making out. One tripped on me and then I was face to face with Anthony. "Andrew u ok buddy why u on the floor. Bed is much more comfortable. There are plenty." "I don't think im in the right place". I whispered as Garrett helped us both up. "Your fine bro" said Garrett" here have some thing to drink. Just relax." they led me down the hall way to a bedroom that was empty but obviously had been used recently the smell the sheets. Garret passed me a bottle of Gatorade and I drank some in big gulps to try and wash out the taste of cock in my mouth. Then I noticed. Anthony suddenly hit garret in the shoulder. Almost to admonish him. Garrett looked at me and his eyes widened as if he realized something he'd forgot. The boys whispering to eachother. And anthony grabbed the bottle away from me. There was silence as the boys stared at eachother to me. "Whats going on" "Sorry" anthony said