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Dad’s Basement Part Five I was led by the two men, into the next room, the one that was divided into two. We continued to move until we were in the area with three glory holes cut into the wall. Not much light was coming through the holes, so I knew the sun was going down outside. “Taking all loads is like Russian roulette - raw cock goes into your hole and the cock shoots - could be shooting blanks or a hot round of poz cum” one of the men said. I was placed with my back to the wall and pulled over at the waist allowing my ass to open at the glory hole. “Plus Son there is an added excitement to taking cocks that you don’t know who it is attached to, Do you know them or are they complete strangers you will never see again” I pushed my ass checks back against the wooden wall. I could hear sounds coming from all around. I looked to my left to see my Dad putting his ass against the wooden wall too. Only there was already a hard cock sticking through the glory hole. It was dark, thick and sticking straight out. I watched my Dad spit in his hand, rub the spit onto his hole, and push back on the dark cock, It slowly disappeared into Dad’s hole. My cock started to expand. I was watching my Dad take cock up his hole. It was the hottest thing I had ever saw. Dad’s head was thrown back with pleasure and one of his buds shoved a bottle of poppers under his nose, which he inhaled deeply. “Show your Son how to take cock” I watched as Dad’s ass pressed against the wood wall, the cock was deep inside his hole. I could feel the thrusts of the man fucking my Dad, move the wall on my ass. Dad moaned load as the cock moved in and out of his hole. I was lost watching Dad take raw cock, until I felt something pushing at my own hole. One of Dad’s buds reached back and spread my checks giving the unknown man access to my used hole. “Fuck man, that is one used cummy fuck hole” said the man on the other side of the wall, who was pushing his cock into my hole. I had heard that voice some where before, I knew it but could not place it. My hole opened around the cock, allowing it to slide deep inside, pushing the cum forward and out ward of my hole. I moaned as the cock began to move. I concentrated on the rhythm of the fuck - as he pushed in I pushed back and pulled off as he pulled out. “Good Son, take that anon raw cock - you know it could be anyone even grandpa” Dad said, “imagine being fucked by not just me but him as well today Son” My cock throbbed at that thought. I loved over and Dad was matching his fuck just like mine. We moved together. I looked up to see the other men who fucked me earlier either sucking or fucking each other. Dad took another big hit of poppers and then handed them to me - and I followed suit in huffing them. “Fuck that hole just opened” the top said on the other side of the wall, picking up speed. I looked to the other side of me, to see another cock coming through the hole. I could not help be think it was a beautiful sight to see, another hard fucking cock. I watch the tattooed, uncut cock man back his ass up, taking the cock deep into his hole, moaning as he was penetrated. I passed him the poppers and watched him inhale deep. I continued to push back against the hard cock working in and out of my hole. Poz cum flowed out of my hole and dripped down my balls. “Stay where you are fucker, I have to eat that ass!” the owner of the cock fucking me said. I felt his cock slip out and was soon replaced with a hot tongue. It was sliding in and out of my cum covered gapping hole. It was another new sensation. I moaned more and more as he switched from tongue fucking me and sucking my hole to eat out the cum deposited in there. My cock twitched rapidly as my mind wondered if he knew he was not only sucking out my Dad’s cum but also sucking out and swallowing nothing but poz loads. I ran my finger over my cock and scooped up the pre-cum leaking out. I was bringing it to my lips when I felt my Dad’s hand grab mine and pulling it to his mouth. “Give me your pre-fuck juice Son” I felt his mouth engulf my finger, sucking it like it was a skinny cock. The uncut guy reached over and scooped some of my pre-cum onto his finger and sucked it off, just like my Dad. “Fucking tastes like yours bud” The man stopped eating my ass and pushed his cock in my hole again, sliding all the way in and all the way out, over and over. I could hear a growl coming from him and knew he would not last much longer in my hole. “Never thought I would breed that hot ass that you strutted around campus, teasing the hell out of every man” he said. “you fucking overachieving whore” Fuck me, where did I know that voice from. I felt him slam his body against the wall, as his cock start to shoot deep inside my hole adding his cum to the rest. The thought of not knowing if I was getting more poz cum or not was a huge fucking turn on. Soon the pulse of his cock stopped and he pulled out. I fought the urge to look through the glory hole to see who it was. “Hot as fuck is right Dad” I said turning to him, watch him pull off his cock. “Got a load?” I asked him “Switching” I watched him and the uncut man switch cocks, fuck it was hot the just slid back on the new cocks, using each other’s ass juices as lube. I felt fingers playing with my hole through the glory hole. I closed my eyes as I felt them enter me. The new man pushed in two fingers, then three and then four, ramming them in and out. I wanted to scream out just give me your fucking cock, but didn’t. He removed his fingers, leaving empty and wanting to filled. I felt his hard cock rubbing up and down my hole, slowly moving, wetting the head with cum. I balanced myself on my knees and reached back spreading my ass open more. He positioned his cock head at my hole and pushed in, driving deep. I moaned again, I felt full as his cock spread open my ever loosening hole. Even with soreness setting in, I felt pleasure. He slowly moved his cock in and out of my hole. Steadily fucking me. I turned and watched Dad slam his ass back against the wooden wall, fucking himself on the cock sticking through the glory hole. Harder and harder Dad pushed back against the wall, until he pushed all the way back and held his ass against it. “Getting bred Son” he said smiling at me. The cock inside my hole was still steadily pumping in and out, working the ridge of it’s head against the muscles of my loose hole. “NEXT” Dad yelled as to signal anyone on the public side of the glory hole he was ready for the next anon cock. I watched as he braced himself, knowing that a cock had just entered his hole. “Oh yeah, fuck me hard bud” Dad said as he began moving back and forth on the new cock. Sounds of fucking and sucking echoed through the basement, while the smell of cum, piss and musk infused with the heated air. “Going to get loaded up Son, so I can squat over your mouth and feed you cum from my hairy ass!” Dad said. The cock inside my ass grew thicker and harder, giving me the sign it was going to shoot it’s load deep into my hole. I licked my lips, knowing that I was going to be flooded with more cum. One strong push in and the flood began. I could feel pulse after pulse of seed shooting into me. He pulled out and within seconds another cock stabbed at my hole, sliding in deep this time with almost no effort. “Your first black cock Son.” Dad said, “Hold on tight I have had that cock before and he fucks hard and long” My cock oozed pre-cum knowing that this cock had fucked and breed my Dad. Such a fucking turn on. It drove deep inside me. I still wondered how Dad knew what cock was fucking his Son’s ass. Was these anon fucks pre-arranged. Those thoughts quickly left my mind, as the black did started to pull in and out my hole. The cock would pull completely out of my hole, only to be shoved deep into me seconds later. This punch fuck attack continued for what seemed like for ever. Looking over at Dad, I could see him lost in a world of pleasure as his hard cock jumped up and down between his legs as he was fucked. Pre-cum was hanging from the head and almost touching the floor. I wanted to taste it, I wanted to suck every drop out of that piss slit. I watched Dad push back against the wooden wall, getting fucked and taking loads. “Good boy pussy” I heard grunted though the wall, “Gonna give you a highly toxic load Boy” My cock jumped knowing that this man was advertising his poz load and I was going to get it. His cock roughly punched my used hole, deeper and deeper. I jumped when he hit deep inside me. “Don’t pull off Boy, so fucking close” he said He continued to fuck me harder and deeper, until he pushed in deep and stayed there. Grunting and groaning as his piss slit opened and his toxic load invaded my used hole. I tried to squeeze my ass around his cock to milk out every drop, but my hole had been fucked so much by thick cocks, there wasn’t much pressure. “Clean it Boy” he said pulling out of my ass. I flipped around positioning my mouth at the glory hole. I closed my eyes and opened wide. I felt the cock pass through my mouth, gently sliding against my lips. It was slick with cum and the juices from my well fucked hole. I closed my lips around the black cock and lick and sucked. It began to move in and out of my mouth. Fingers began to feel around my hole, sliding in and out. The black cock soften and popped out of my mouth. He pulled away and I turned to back my ass against the hole again, waiting for the next cock to arrive. Time continued to pass, as the fucking continued. I lost count of how many anon cocks and loads I had taken through the glory hole, as well as how many Dad had. The third glory hole had seen many men presenting their holes to be fucked so I didn’t even try to concentrate on them. I knew it was getting late in the night, but I wanted more, more cock, more cum, and more disease.

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.

Dad’s Basement - Part Four As the week went on Dad taught me more and more about man to man raw sex, although it wasn’t physical, I knew that would change once the weekend arrived. Dad didn’t hold back when it came to my new sexual education, the more twisted and perverted the harder his cock got, and well, mine too. As each day past, my anticipation grew. I wondered if this would be the day that Dad popped my cherry, but it wasn’t and soon it was Friday. “Morning Son,” Dad said, as he slapped his hard cock against my forehead. “Morning." “Tonight is a big night for you. I have left you something on the table. You know what you need to do today for tonight,” he said, tucking his hard cock inside his pants. “Yes, Daddy.” “We both have to be ready for tonight,” he said. "See you about two this afternoon, Son.” With that he left, leaving me in my bed with my morning hard on which I slowly stroked under the covers, only to return saying “Son, quit playing with your cock. In fact don’t touch the fucker until I tell you. Not even to piss.’ “Fuck” I said, but it was too late. He was gone. Slowly I got out of bed, thinking pissing is going to be interesting and messy today as I headed down to the kitchen to see what he had left me. Wasn’t hard to find, he had propped a new jock in its packaging up against a huge black fake dick. Seeing this caused me to smile. Written on a post it was a note which read 'Wear this all day. Mark it as yours'. I opened the new jock and stepped into it. My hard cock tented the material of the pouch out. It was going to be a long day of getting ready for tonight in the basement, so I had to do what Dad had told me to do in order to be ready. Dad came home a little after two to find me seated on the floor in my jock which was still tented outwards by my hard cock and now stained yellow from piss. "Damn, that’s fucking hot, Son,” Dad remarked with pleasure. “Thanks,” I replied with a grin. We both did our thing to prepare for the night's activities, and were ready about 6:00 PM. I was in the kitchen leaning against the counter in my nasty jock when Dad came in. No words were spoken as he opened the basement door and disappeared into the darkness. I quickly moved towards the door and then down the stairs until I bumped into Dad at the bottom. My pouch inadvertently rubbed against his ass. “Easy Son. There will be time for that shortly.” I could hear movement already in the basement, yet it was completely dark. I began to think that the darkness was messing with my mind, until Dad hit the light switch and there in the middle of the room was eight nude men, each man's cock obscenely hard and pointing directly at me. Some of the men I recognized, while others were new to me. Dad turned to me, gabbed my upper arms in his fists and announced “Tonight Son, each of these men, will fuck and seed your neg hole. The goal is to convert you.” “Does that include you Dad?” I asked. “FUCK YEAH” he firmly declared, adding “I will be the first and the last in the first part of tonight's conversion party." My cock got harder in my pouch. I could not believe it. Tonight Daddy was going to take my virgin cherry as well as my disease cherry. My hole twitched as I looked at the men in the room and the hard man cocks. Never one to waste time, Dad pulled me into the locker room, where he pulled down my jock, freeing my hard cock. He positioned me on the empty wall, as another man stepped forward with a camera, his hard cock bouncing as he moved. I saw a flash and then I was pulled in a new direction. Fuck these twisted fuckers were in a hurry. I lost my jock in the locker room, not really caring if I ever saw it again. Then I was taken back to the first room. A fuck bench had been moved to the middle of the room. My heart was pounding and I felt my legs getting weak, the excitement was getting to be too much. It was obvious what was intended. I climbed on the bench, both my holes exposed for easy access. I felt my arms and legs being tied to the bench as my torso. With what was about to happen, these men wanted me to stay in place. Rough hands roamed my body, my ass was slapped over and over, nipples pinched, my cock jacked and balls squeezed. I felt one cock after another slap my face while other men spat in my face. I closed my eyes, hoping this was not a dream. I wanted this. A hot breathe in my ear asked “You want this Son?” It was my Daddy. I nodded in affirmation. “Not good enough, Son.” “Yes.” “You want Daddy and his friends to fuck you, to shoot their poz loads in your hole, to gift you their disease?” “FUCK YES DADDY! Fuck me, poz me, convert me.” “Good boy,” he said as the other men grunted in approval. My ass was spread wide by two men, as something rough was pushed into my hole. It hurt like hell as it passed through my clenched hole. I could feel scratching inside my hole as this object moved in and out of me. As my mind tried to get my mouth to object to this invasion in my hole, my cock jumped and leaked over powering my mind. Then the object was abruptly withdrawn, causing my hole to clinch shut in pain. Tears welled-up in my eyes, which I fought to stop. Again I felt breath in my ears announcing “Your fuck hole is ready Son.” My Dad was displaying a bloody toothbrush for my inspection. Standing up, he stroked his cock and handed the tooth brush to a tattoo covered man with a big uncut cock. Hands were still exploring my body, teasing and torturing me. My ass was burning from all the slaps. “Men, Let the games begin," Dad announced, asking me "Are you ready for Daddy’s cock, Son?” I felt Dad’s cock head rub up and down my crack. My legs were shaking from fear as well as excitement, knowing my Dad was going to take both my cherries right now. His head teased me over and over, until he grabbed my hips, and thrust his cock head into my hole. It resisted at first, but with consent pushing and the slapping of my ass checks from other men, it open and his cock plunged deep into my hole. The pain was intense. I screamed as he continued to push deeper and deeper, until he was balls-deep. He continued to press against my ass with his body, holding me to him as I tried to pull away and fight my bindings. The men all around grunted in approval of my Dad's assault on my ass. Some liquid was flowing freely down my crack and onto my balls. Dad pulled his cock out slowly, allowing me to feel every vein on his shaft, until only his head was inside my broken hole. Without warning he thrust back into my hole, doing this over and over. The pain continued with each thrust of his cock, but slowly diminished, until it was replaced with pleasure. My grunts of pain, turned to moans. “He’s fucking enjoying it now,” someone observed, adding “I can’t wait to shove this uncut cock into that used broken boy hole and let him feel that extra cock skin.” Someone else commented “Fuck, I have a week's worth of cum churning in my balls for this boy," and yet another "Conversion is almost certain for your boy.” Dad continued to fuck my hole, increasing his rhythm, balls bouncing off my ass. I could hear him grunting like a wild animal. His breathing was getting faster and faster too. I knew it would not be long until his poz load would be shooting into my wrecked hole, and I was right. “Here it comes Son. Daddy is going to corrupt you, convert up, fuck you up,” he exclaimed in triumph as he pushed in deep as his cock started shooting its toxic load out of the piss slit, which was accompanied by the declaration “Daddy is pozzing your boy pussy!” I could feel his cock jump. I could feel his cum shooting inside hitting the sensitive walls of my ass. Once done, he abruptly withdrew, which left my ass leaving me feeling empty, but not for long. Another cock head was breaching my hole, filling me up again, driving in balls-deep as the new man gripped my hips. I closed my eyes. This time the pain was less and was quickly replaced with pleasure. “Good job Son” my Dad said in my ear, “look at Daddy’s cock.” I opened my eyes to see my Dad’s semi hard cock in front of me. It was red with blood, mixed with cum. I could not believe his magnificent tool had been in my hole. “Clean my cock, Son.” With out hesitating I opened my mouth and he pushed it in. I licked and suck on his cock, tasting my blood and his cum, knowing that it was the second poz cum load he had given me, but the first one up my pussy. The man behind me continued to fuck my hole. His cock wasn't as thick as Dad’s but it was almost as long, didn’t really matter though, he knew how to fuck and please a hole, and it wasn't long before he rammed his cock deep inside and shot his load. Another poz load in my hole. Fuck, I was getting into this. I wondered how many loads I would get. He pulled out my used hole and laughed, saying "Damn, after only two cocks, look how that hole gapes!” Even if I couldn't see what he was talking about, after having been fucked by two cocks in rapid sequence, I could feel not only were my ass lips puffy, my hope was gaping open. The ventilation in the basement was causing slight drafts, and the air blowing across my hole caused it to wink a bit, but still stayed open. Shivers ran up my spine, and straight to my cock, causing it to jump more and leak more. I was surprised I hadn't yet shot my load. “Ready for a new sensation Boy? Uncut cock. Lots of skin.” I felt the cock slide in deep. The new man held it there, then slowly pulled out. I could feel the skin moving as the cock moved. I moaned. With only one thrust and pull out I knew I was hooked on uncut cock. He wasn’t going to continue to bring me pleasure this was about him, so he grabbed my hips and began to fuck me harder and harder, but the uncut cock and rough fuck only made me moan loader. “Your Boy is a fucking natural,” my latest fucker announced as he continued fucking with gusto. I was to occupied with getting fucked to hear any replies, but I felt another cock poking at my mouth so I sucked it in, cleaning it off, tasting my ass, my blood, my Dad’s cum and his cum. I wanted poppers but none were ever presented to me. Soon the uncut man rammed in and began shooting. Pulling out he was replaced by another cock. This was done over and over for several hours. Each man had shot his poz load into my well-used hole. I had no idea how long I was tied there, taking each man’s poz cock and cum up my hole. I did know, however, I was fucked by each one, starting with my Dad, and, as promised, to be concluded by my Dad. “Time for the cock that made you again, boy.” I felt Dad’s big cock, easily slid into my hole. I moaned as I was sore from the earlier fucks, but the slickness of all the poz loads reduced the pain and increased the pleasure, although there was no escaping the fact that the torn tissues in my ass were a source of substantial pain. Dad, however, was not concerned with my discomfort, he was focused on getting off and ensuring my conversion. He fucked my hole with fast jerking movements in and out of my hole, until he changed the motion to long strokes. I could feel his cock head sliding in deep, hitting my prostate with each thrust. “Going to fuck that last neg load out of you, Son.” I could feel someone holding my cock, slowly jacking it. I knew I would not last long with Dad fucking my hole and someone jacking me. I bit my lip to hold of on shooting until I couldn’t hold it any more. My cock start to shoot, my ass muscles would contracted around Dad’s cock. “Oh FUCK BOY!” my Dad yelled, “your hole is squeezing Daddy’s cock, gonna poz you again, can’t hold it.” With that he slammed balls deep into me and shot, as the man finished milking my cock. Still breathing heavy Dad, pulled out and slapped my ass check with appreciation, praising me saying “Good boy, Son, but it isn't over. Ten poz loads is only the beginning.” I was lifted off the fuck bench, held up by two men, one on each side. I looked down to see with cocks hard as rocks. Grins came across their faces. “That was just part one Boy” one of the men explained, adding “Part two is the mind fuck.”

Dad’s Basement - Part Six I watched Dad leave the glory hole area and head out, so I followed. Glancing behind me I saw two other men take our places at the holes, one was already sucking on a cock and the other was pushing his ass on the cock sticking through the second vacant hole. I followed Dad into the next room, his hairy ass looked so good. The fur was matted down sticking to his bouncing cheeks. I lowered my gaze to see the fur on his inner thighs were also matted. It was so fucking hot. “Hungry, Son?” he asked. “Yes. Daddy!” “Good, get on you back and open wide.” Immediately obeying, I dropped to the floor, my back on the cold basement tile. Dad stepped up, positioning his feet on each side of me. I watched as his hairy ass slowly lowered getting closer and closer to my face. As it lowered, his crack opened, exposing the cum covered fur and his hole. My hand instantly went for my cock. “Leave it,” he ordered. I dropped my hard cock, allowing it to rest on my stomach. I reached up and braced my hands, one on each ass cheek, spreading them wider. I stuck my tongue out and made contact with his hole. I could taste the cum on it. I swirled my tongue around the hole, then pushed it inside. As I entered a small amount of cum dropped out, landing on my tongue. I swallowed it instantly and went back for more. I licked up and down his cum filled crack and around his hole. Savoring the poz cum from the men in the basement. “Suck it out, Son!” I didn't hesitate. I placed my lips against his ass and started sucking. He was pushing his hole open, helping me get to the cum easier. I sucked harder and harder, each time being rewarded with cum as my cock leaked cum onto my stomach. I felt a hand pull it up, pointing straight up. I didn’t even look to see who it was. All I knew was someone was sitting on my hard cock. I could feel him riding my dick, working his ass up and down my cock. I squeezed my ass, but still let the bottom control the ride, especially as I was pre-occupied with my Dad's ass. An amazing amount of cum was lodged in Dad's hole - as I sucked and tongued his ass lips, more and more cum flowed out. I eagerly swallowed it down, always going back for more. “Does Daddy’s ass taste good boy?” I could only muffle a response. The man riding my cock was increasing speed. I could feel his cock and balls bouncing off my body each time he hit bottom. My balls were drawing up more and more, I knew that I would not be able to hold out much longer. I was going to shoot a load deep in his ass, whether it was poz or neg was still in question, but I was definitely going to give him a load. I still had my tongue in Dad’s ass as my balls pulled up completely, and began shooting my boy cum deep into the man’s hole. I moaned loudly into my Dad’s ass. The man still was riding my cock as it shot inside him. As my shooting subsided, I reached out and put my hands on his thighs, signaling him to stop. I was getting sensitive. He dropped down on my now softening cock, trying to keep it inside him, as Dad stood up allowing me to see who was riding me. It was the tattooed, uncut cock man. He just smiled at me when I saw him. "Son, this is Garrett. He has taken a liking to your cock!” “Fuck yeah, nothing like boy cock,” Garrett added. He bent down coming face to face with me. I could smell dick and piss on his breath. Grabbing my head with both of his hands, he locked lips with me, then stuck his tongue in me, kissing me as Dad watched from above. “Don’t worry, skin here likes your holes too.” Garrett said pointing to his uncut cock. After a moment of kissing he stood up, my soft cock dropped out of his hole, dripping cum on me from his hole. Garrett moved on to another area of the basement. Having shot my load, I needed to piss, so I asked Dad where to piss, as there didn't seem to be a toilet in the basement. His eyes got wide as an evil grin grew on his face. Grabbing my arm he led me to the shower area tucked under the stairs. We passed Garrett, who was now fucking a hole while another man was eating his ass. We exchanged smiles as I walked by. Once in the shower area, Dad dropped to his knees in front of me. Looking up into my eyes, he took my soft cock in his hand instructing “Piss down my throat, Son.” Taking my cock head into his mouth, he held still, which was absolutely necessary as I really needed to piss, and didn't want an erection to take precedence. Finally my stream started, and once I got it going, there was no stopping it. I filled Dad’s mouth full, then felt him swallow. My piss flowed more, filling his mouth three more times each time he would swallow every drop. I couldn't believe my Dad was able to drink all my piss without spilling a drop. He stood up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me towards him. I could feel his tongue licking me lips, then parted them searching for my own. Our lips touched, his beard stubble scratched at my smooth cheeks. I could taste my piss on his tongue. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, licking the inside tasting more and more of my piss. My hands rubbed his furry muscles. “Thirsty, Son?” Dad asked. I dropped to my knees, coming face to face with Dad’s cock. It was only semi hard, but still was impressive in size. I gently lifted his cock to my mouth, only taking in the head of it in. “Don’t move. I need to stay soft to piss, Son.” I knelt very still, waiting for his hot piss to being to flow. His breathing slowed as I felt a slight jerk in his cock, as the flow began. “Swallow.” I swallowed, trying to keep up with the yellow liquid filling my mouth. Dad sensed he was going too fast and grabbed his cock to slow the flow. Once my mouth was empty he started again, I concentrated on keeping up. The piss flowed and flowed, as I swallowed. I felt my stomach expand as it filled up. The strong stream then became a trickle, until it stopped and I was just kneeling there with his cock head in my mouth. Dad grabbed me under the arm pits and pulled me up to my feet with the complement "I'm proud of my boy. He's on his way to being a man just like his Dad.” I looked around to see a lot of the men were in the locker room. I could hear their voices but could not make out what they were saying. The night was coming to an end. Apparently Dad understood as much as he instructed “Get to your room. I'll join you shortly.” With that I went up the stairs, turning back to see my Dad’s hairy ass heading into the locker room. Naked, I went right to my room, I discovered that it was 3:00 A.M. Damn time flies when you are fucking and sucking. I flopped down on my bed, reached around to my hole. It was sticky with cum and puffy. I could only imagine how red it was. I closed my eyes as I ran my fingers around the edge, feeling my used hole. I was fading fast, sleep was coming.

Dad’s Basement - Part Seven I was almost asleep when I felt someone climb into bed with me. Opening my eyes, I discovered it was Dad. He turned me on my side and moved in behind me. His head was next to mine, his mouth near my ear. He started to lick it, then bit my lobe gently. This sent chills through my body. His hand was around my cock, gently stroking it. It was slowly responding, inching back to life. “Daddy’s hard, Son.” I reached back and felt his rock hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around it and slowly stroked it from base to head. “Need your hole, Son.” He inched closer to me, lifting my one leg up, exposing my puffy hole. He licked his finger, then rubbed my hole, wetting it. “Let me just put the head in, Son.” I aimed his big cock at my hole, rubbing it against it, feeling the pre-cum slicking up the skin. “Slide it in, Son.” Dad's voice was all but pleading for me to take his big hard cock again in my hole. Placing his cock head into position, I pushed back so his head was pressuring my puckered ring. Again Dad noted "It's so hard, Son.” Taking the cue, I pushed back more, feeling more of the tip enter me. The soreness increased from the pressure of his cock head. His chest pressed more against my back. “Pop Daddy’s head in, Son.” I pushed back more allowing my hole to stretch more over his cock head. Slowly my hole sucked in the swollen head of his cock, popping over the ridge. “Hot, damn, Son!” Dad moaned as I pulled forward again, pulling my hole against the raised ridge of his cock, teasing him. His rebuke was immediately forthcoming: “Stop teasing Daddy, Son.” I pushed back taking about an inch of shaft into my hole. Daddy moaned "I can't take this, Son.” So naturally I pushed back more, which enabled about two inches more of his shaft to slip into my hole, then pulling forward until just his head was inside. With every move, the soreness increased. “Take all of Daddy!” I slowly rocked back and forth, just moving just millimeters on his cock, rubbing my puffy hole near the ridge of his cock head. His breathing turned shallow, increasing in rhythm. Dad’s hand let go of my cock, moved to a flat position in my crotch hair. He pushed me back, trying to push my hole down his cock shaft as he begged "Please!" Taking a deep breath, I pushed all the way back onto his rock hard cock. His crotch hair pressed against my hole, he raised my leg higher, exposing my hole to the room. He slowly pulled out until he reached his cock head, then drove it deep inside me. He moved his arm from my crotch under me, positioning it on my chest. His cock slowly pounded my hole. I moved his hand to my mouth, where I sucked in one of his fingers, taking it down to the knuckle. Closing my eyes, I continued to suck as he fucked my sore hole. I moaned more and more as my Dad’s cock slid in and out of my hole. It was becoming very slick with the cum that was in me. I could hear sucking noising coming from my ass. Dad’s cock would pop out and then plunge back in. I could hear the air escaping from my hole with each plunge in. Dad’s chest was vibrating from the growling he was doing. He was lost in pleasure. His balls teased up more and more with his fucking, until he slide in completely, shooting his poz load deep inside me for the third time that night. I released his finger, grabbed his hand in mine as he lowered my leg. His cock still deep in my hole. Sleep came fast for both of us!

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.

Dad’s Basement Part Three Dad’s shower was open with multiple heads, like something you would see in a locker room, which made it easy to spy on him. I stood outside the shower area as he turned on the water for each head. His cock bounced as he moved alone the wall completing his task. The steam began to rise almost instantly, heating the air. I watched Dad step under on of the head, water began to run down his muscled frame, matting the body hair as he became wetter and wetter. It was like a dream watching him run his hands over his body, massaging his muscles. His hands explored every inch of his body, slowly running along the length of his cock and cupping his balls. My cock began to harden again as I watched the live shower scene of my Dad. He slowly turned his back to me. His hands began to move down the front of his thighs, causing him to bend over the lower his hands went down his legs. I watched his furry ass as he bent over. Once his hands were near his ankles, his furry crack opened, exposing his hole to me. It was so fucking hot. His hands moved to his ass checks and spread them open more, giving me a better view of his hole. I felt like I was frozen to the floor, as I watched his hands massage his cheeks then slowly move towards his crack. His fingers ran up and down the furry trench, teasing his hole and me. Unknowingly, I was doing the same to my crack, my fingers were sliding up and down my own crack, teasing my self. It was pleasure I had never experienced before. Each time my fingers hit my hole, my cock jumped. “Step into my parlor, Son.” I stepped in and joined my Dad under the shower heads. The hot water felt good on my body. I closed my eyes and put my head under the falling water. “Relax” was the only word spoken. One of Dad’s hands was pushing my forward on my upper back while the other was rubbing my lower back. He was bent of slightly, opposite of me, his fingers were lightly toughing my skin above my ass, slowly moving down. I bit my lip when the found the entrance of my crack and slowly work down. The first pass they just went over my hole, each finger dipping slightly in as they went over my puckered hole. Dad’s fingers stopped as they pasted upwards. This time he pushed his fingers into my pucker, just getting the tips in slightly, over and over. Each time he did this I would moan ever so silently. Grabbing some soap, he lathered up his fingers, then returned to my hole. With each push inwards his fingers invaded deeper and deeper into my virgin hole. The little bit of pain, turned to pleasure with each push inwards. I braced myself with my hands against the wall. “Daddy loves your boy pussy, Son” he said as he quickly moved behind me, pressing his furry muscled body against my back. His hard cock was laying in my crack and in my mind’s eye I could see it covering the whole length. He was slowly moving it up and down my crack, breathing on my neck. "Hard to keep from pushing my cock into your hole, fucking you good and seeding your hole, Son,” he said, “Restraining myself is hard. If I am to convert you, I have to do it correctly.” “Yes Daddy,” was all I could say. He turned me around, pulling me close again. This time our cocks were pressed together. Being slightly shorter than him, our eyes were inches apart, as well as our lips. I licked mine as I stared into his eyes. “Get on your knees, Son,” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down until his cock was in my face, adding “Taste your Daddy.” I opened my mouth as wide as possible and engulfed Dad’s big veiny cock, taking it as deep as possible. His hands moved to the back of my head, pushing gently. Placing my hands on his thighs as I moved back and forth on his cock, doing my best to take it further and further down my throat. Apparently that what Dad had in mind as he grunted a deep voice "Deeper Son, DEEPER.” I tried to take more and more of his cock into my mouth and throat as I went down on him, only to gag more and more. His hips began to thrust more and more towards my face, pushing more of his cock into my mouth and throat as he cooed “Relax Son, Daddy won’t hurt you.” I tried to relax but this was so new. His hands moved from the back of my head to the sides, holding me in place as he thrust his hips faster and harder towards my face. I felt his balls hit my chin as his cock inched deeper into my throat, until there was a pop. His cock slide into my throat and he pressed his crotch against my face, balls against my chin. “Good Boy," Dad again murmured, only to hold still for a moment, then only to pull out, and then resume face-fucking me. As he did so, spit shot out of my mouth, landing in his crotch hair and running down my chin. I focused my eyes upwards to see his chest heaving, his head thrown back while biting his lips as he teased me saying “Not much longer now Son.” I muffled a moaned as a response. I was in my own ecstasy. I had my Dad’s hard cock fucking my mouth. Tasting his pre-cum, a preview of the cum that was infected with his HIV. My hands were rubbing the wet furry thighs as my cock jumped a little as it stood between my thighs. “Hot fucking mouth Son. Can only imagine how good my cock would feel slipping in and out of your neg fuck hole,” he remarked. Again I replied with a muffled moan. “Want Daddy to shoot on your face or down your throat Son?” he asked. “faummmce” I replied. “Throat it is, Boy.” He pulled his cock out slightly as his piss slit opened. His poz cum shot out, landing on my tongue giving me a taste of my Dad’s toxic seed. After two shots, he pushed his cock all the way in and shot the rest of his load down my throat to my waiting stomach. I could feel the pulses of cum shooting against my tongue. “Fuck yeah, huge load,” Dad commented as the intensity and frequency of his cum shots decreased, finally stopping. Dad repeated withdrew himself, only to push back in, each time his cock softening on the down stroke. “Lick Daddy’s cock clean, Boy.” I did as he demanded, running my tongue all over his cock while it was inside my mouth. Once it popped out, I continued to lick it. My cock bounced as I licked his softening cock. He bent over, grabbing my chin in his hand, locking his eyes on mine and announced “Your first HIV load, Son.” Without touching myself I shot my load in the air. It was washed away with the hot water from the shower. "Soon you won’t be shooting neg loads, Boy.”

For years I attended what was called a "gay men's gathering" which was a weekend event held at an old summer camp out in the woods. It was a great way to meet other gay men for community, friendship, and of course sex. The camp was pretty rustic, set on a quiet lake far from the closest town. The guys who went there were working class guys, back-to-the-earth old time hippies, artists- definitely not the city gay bar crowd. I found it very relaxing and low stress. I starting going there with a boyfriend, and had made a bunch of great friends there. I stopped going regularly when my boyfriend and I broke up, but I would still manage to get there every couple of years or so. Last year I was there again after a year and a half away. I parked my car and walked over to the main lodge where the registration was. I got onto the porch, put down my bags, and reached for the door. Just as I grabbed the handle, the door opened. A man came out- a very good looking guy. He almost walked right into me. He looked familiar, but I wasn't sure. He said hello and I replied. He smiled and then I knew who he was. His name was Jeff. He used to be a regular there. He was one of the popular guys, very handsome, great body, and always seemed very easy with sex. He was the kind of guy other men wanted, and he always knew it. He was still very handsome, but with rough edges now. But to me that made him even more handsome. He didn't seem to know me, and I wasn't surprised. But he held the door open for me and followed me back in the lodge. I registered, and Jeff grabbed my arm. He said hardly anyone was there yet, and told me to come bunk in the same cabin he was in. I guess he wanted company. We walked up a hill to the cabin, and only one bed was claimed- his. I told him my name- Connor. He told me to grab the bed next to his- fine with me. He helped me spread out my sleeping bag and put things away, then he gave me a huge hug. It felt really nice, and it seemed a little sexual. The weekend was off to a great start for me. He wanted to go for a walk. It was early afternoon, so there was all kinds of time for a walk. We followed the paths around, chatting and enjoying the trees and lake views. The cabins were set up in clusters around larger main cabins. We turned a corner and walked towards one of these clusters. The central cabin here was beautiful. No one was staying in the area. Jeff said he wanted to check out this cabin, so we went inside. There was a huge fieldstone fireplace. The roof had skylights. It looked like the kind of place it would be great to live in. There was a large table that had been pushed against the wall. I went over to look out the row of windows the table was up against. All of a sudden I felt his arms around me from the back. He turned me around and started to kiss me and grope me. I got hard instantly. He pressed up against me and I could feel he was hard too. He pushed me back against the table, dropped to his knees, and opened up my shorts. He stared eagerly at my throbbing cock. He pushed my shorts completely down and pulled my feet up out of them. He grabbed my hips and stuck his tongue out until it caught the drop of precum that had formed. "Hmmmm... that tastes good," he whispered. Then he swallowed my cock all the way. His mouth felt so good! It had been a few weeks since I had had any sexual contact at all. He played me like an instrument, bringing me to the edge more than once with that hot mouth and tongue. We were both moaning and grunting like animals. All of a sudden he stopped and stood up. He pushed me back onto the table and lifted my legs up. He then licked and sucked my balls, and then traced his tongue down towards my hole. I was squirming and moaning while he ate my ass. He must have been starving for ass. I was in heaven. Then he stood up and moved his big hard cock to my open, eager hole. He looked down into my eyes as though he was silently asking for my permission. I didn't say a word, but reached down and pulled my ass cheeks apart. He almost smiled, and started to press his dick into me. My hole was sloppy from his spit, but it still went in a bit rough. He got just the head into me, and whispered, "You have any lube?" I shook my head no, but I pushed against his cock and whispered, "Fuck me!" He slowly pressed into me another inch. It hurt a bit, but I wanted this bad. I pressed back, and he pushed in a little more. It hurt, but I didn't care. Here was this beautiful man I and everyone else had lusted after for years. He had never noticed me, but here he was now with his dick inside me. He was about halfway in me and he stopped, letting my hole adjust. After a minute or so I squeezed my hole around that cock. He moaned loudly when I did that. "I love your ass, baby! Do that again!" he cried out. So I did. I squeezed his dick tightly, and as soon as I relaxed he pushed in slow and steady all the way. Damn! It hurt, but it felt wonderful at the same time. He held his cock there all the way in while my body reacted. I was gasping and whimpering a little, but finally my hole adjusted. He reached down and pinched my nipples. That made my hole twitch, and I squeezed his cock again. He took that as a signal- he pulled out slowly almost all the way, then just as slowly pushed back in. He kept up those slow deep strokes. I cried out again "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" And he did. He gave me the fuck of my lifetime. He reamed me out good, finding every corner and massaging my prostate. He kept this up for a good long time, and my cock was leaking. I reached down to stroke my cock, but he pushed my hands away. He grabbed my wrists and held them down on the table while his thrusts came fast and furious. "I'm getting close! You want this load, don't you Connor?" Hearing him say my name almost made me shoot. I didn't say anything, and he asked me again. "You want this load? Tell me you want it!" I nodded yes emphatically. "Tell me, baby. Tell me you want it and tell me where you want it!" I hissed out, "Yes! Yes! Give me your load! Plant that load deep inside me!" He grunted and pushed his cock in all the way and kept it there. I could feel his cock shooting inside my hole. He grunted with every pulsing shot. He finished, and was breathing heavily as he lowered himself down on me. He kissed my neck and bit my shoulder, his hands still holding my arms down. He whispered into my ear, "I think you needed that, right? You wanted my load inside you, right? Tell me you wanted it." He seemed different all of a sudden, He had always been so confident and self assured, but here he was seemingly needing to hear me tell him it was OK. "Tell me," he whispered. I whispered back, "Yes, I wanted it. I love your cock inside me and I love your load in me." He sighed and seemed to relax a bit. We stayed that way, his body on mine and his cock still deep inside me. We then heard voices outside. It sounded like 3 or 4 guys were walking this way, chatting and laughing. Jeff stood up and put his cock back in his pants. He found my shorts and tossed them to me. He motioned to me to be quiet, and he peeked out the window. I put my shorts on and peeked out, too. There were 4 men just walking past the cabin. They had no idea what had just gone on, and they kept walking past. Jeff said quietly to himself, "Why did that asshole have to come this weekend?" "Who do you mean?" I asked. "Oh never mind. Just someone I don't get along with lately." He turned to me and smiled. He pulled me to him and gave me a big hug. "Thanks man. You have a great ass. I needed that for sure." "My pleasure, Jeff, believe me!" He said, "Damn, you didn't cum, did you? Well, save that up for next time, babe," and he gave me a deep, long kiss. "Let's go see who else has showed up, OK?" I couldn't stop smiling as we walked back to the lodge. I was thinking of that hot fuck I just got. More of this story to come...

Just sent my neighbor twink home with two more loads in his ass. I can feel his inside me. I think I've got a new teen fuck buddy. Hopefully I'll turn him into a 100% barebacker in short order. I've got a lot of friends who would love to breed his ass.

Dad’s Basement - Part Eight I woke up late in the day. Dad was already arisen and had left my bed. My hole ached from all the fucking last night, to the point of pain when I moved. Carefully climbing out of bed, I set off to search for Dad. The house was quiet, sunlight pierced through the blinds, lighting the rooms. Dad was sitting in his chair, naked, legs spread wide, his big cock hung soft over his balls with the head almost touching the seat of his chair. He was sipping a cup of coffee. “Morning,” I said. “Almost evening, Son.” I shrugged, moving slowly towards the kitchen, gingerly nursing my aching hole. I could feel the dried cum breaking away from the skin on my thighs as I walked. In the kitchen I poured myself a cup of coffee, taking it back to the living room where Dad waited, easing myself into a seated position on the sofa. “Sore, Son?” “More like 'pain', Dad.” “I can call Doc and have him come check you out, if you'd like.” “Might not be a good idea with what happened last night.” “He’s cool.” With that Dad reached for his cell phone. I ignored him as he called the doctor. I just wanted to drink my coffee and then go for a hot shower, then maybe sleep after. I felt the warmth of the coffee hit my stomach and spread through out my body. “Son, Doc will be here in a couple of hours. Drink up, go get cleaned up inside and out. I know your hole is sore, but try.” “Okay, Daddy.” Taking my coffee I disappeared down the hall to the bath room, leaving Daddy alone and naked. After I had showered I felt quite refreshed, and I delicately cleaned-up my hole for the doc. The effort was painful but I mustered through it. When I returned to the living room, Dad was in his chair still naked, but looking as if he had also cleaned up. Not wanting to freak out the Doc, I had pulled on a pair of gym shorts. “Lose the shorts, Son," Dad recommended, adding "It ain’t like he hasn’t seen it all before.” My face went red, but I hooked my thumbs in my shorts, dropped them and stepped out. I flopped down on the sofa, looking at Dad with my 'what ever' face. “Don’t make that face, boy! I will redden your ass quick.” “Yes, Daddy.” Scarcely ten minutes later the door bell rang. I glanced at Dad, who grinned as he recommended “Don’t keep him waiting. He charges by the hour.” I got up and headed to the door. Holding the knob, I hesitated opening it until the bell rang again. I turned the knob and pulled, exposing my naked body to the Doc on the other side. I felt my face flush as he looked down at my cock and balls hanging down between my legs, then back up to my eyes. “Well, well, Matt you have grown and seem to still be growing,” Doc said. I was growing, my cock that is. It was filling with blood, slowly pointing up and up and up. Who's cock wouldn't grow when a muscle monster was at your door. I felt my face go flush and quickly stepped out of the way allowing Doc to enter. “I see I am over dressed here, Drew,” Doc said. Dad and I shared the name Matthew, but we each went by a different shorter version. “Nothing stopping you from changing that, Doc,” Dad replied. After shutting the door, I stepped just inside the living room. The Doc’s back was to me, but I could see that he was unbuttoning his shirt. His biceps bulged as he did. It wasn’t long until his shirt tail was pulled out of the waist of his pants, removed from his body and dropped to the floor. His back was covered in tattoos. I watched from behind as he stepped out of his shoes, kicking them over with his shirt. He lifted his legs to removed his socks, one leg at a time, causing the pants covering his ass to stretch tight. He looked over his shoulder at me, and grinned as he undid his belt, the button of his pants, then lowered his fly. He pushed his pants to his ankles, revealing his muscular ass in the process. His legs were massive tree trunks. He stepped out of his pants. He, like my Dad and I, was now naked. “So, Drew what brings me here today? You were very vague on the phone.” “Well, Doc to be completely honest, Matt joined the club last night.” “I see” replied Doc, “We need to make sure conversion happened. Or is it something else” “His hole.” What the fuck was happening? Doc seemed like what happened was normal, as if a Dad fucking his son and passing his disease is normal. I should acknowledge, however, that even as I was thinking this, I couldn’t take my eyes off the Doc’s ass. “Son, wipe the drool from your mouth,” Dad said, adding "There will be time for that later. Now, let Doc examine your hole.” Doc turned to give me a frontal view of his naked body. He was muscular just like Dad, just smooth. His cock was hanging low between his legs. On his right hip was a scorpion tattoo, black with a red cross in it. “Like my ass, boy?” Doc asked. "My cock is better!” I quickly smiled and looked away. Resuming, Doc said "Okay, let’s get started then. Lay back on the sofa and get your legs high in the air. Drew sit on the back of the sofa, grab his ankles and spread them. I need a good view of that puckered, puffy boy pussy.” My mouth dropped open. I could not believe what was happening. Was this Doc even a legit doctor? “Don’t just stand there Boy, get your ass in gear” Dad snapped. I jumped and got on the sofa, throwing my legs up. Dad moved quickly and sat on the back taking hold of my ankles, spreading them wide. Doc dropped to his knees in front of me. Taking my ass cheeks in his hand, initially he rubbed them, but then, without warning, slapped my right cheek, followed by his fingers circling closer and closer to my hole, which sent chills through my body. It didn’t take long until his fingers were circling my hole, pressing the outer ring, gently at first then much harder. He lifted his right arm into the air, pointing at my Dad. “Suck it. I need lube to examine inside.” Dad bent forward, sucked Doc’s finger in, sucking it as if it was a hard cock. I watch spit run out of his mouth and down Doc’s finger, earning a complement from Doc: “Chrome off a bumper.” Once wet Doc jammed his finger into my hole. I jumped, wincing from the pain. It circled inside, feeling the inside of my used pussy. His finger moved in and out, sliding from tip to base. My mind was shocked. Doc was finger-fucking my boy pussy. “Drew, honestly it seems fine to me. The puckering will go down,” Doc said. “Good” Dad replied, “so no permanent damage.” “Nope.” Dad smiled, not in happiness, but with a twisted look. He was looking at the Doc, who was slowly standing up. “Look at that massive man cock, boy,” Daddy commanded. My eyes darted down to the Doc’s crotch. Holy Fucking Shit. His cock was not only long but thick as fuck. It had to be a foot long, and as thick as a baby’s arm. The head on it was as big as an crab apple. “Teasing the Doc with a puffy puckered boy pussy is not good,” Doc commented with a smile. “When his cock gets hard like that Son, the only way for it to go down is to fuck a boy pussy and breed it,” Dad added. Doc spit in his palm and rubbed it on the head of his cock. He started to squat down to line up his cock with my hole, then stopped, commenting "He might need a big hit to take this. Luckily I have a fresh bottle with me to administer to the patient.” He turned and grabbed his pants, reaching inside the pocket getting a brown bottle which he handed it to me. I knew the drill. I unscrewed the cap, placing it under my nose and took a deep inhale, in both nostrils. “Again,” Doc commanded. Already feeling the effects of my first hits, I did it again, this time my body relaxed more. “Again,” Dad insisted. Fuck, following the instructions again I inhaled. I could feel my heart beat in my temples as well as hear it pounding in my ears. I watched Doc squat again, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, aiming himself at my hole, pushing himself in with one long, deep stroke. My hole stretched, the pain intensified the deeper his cock went it. I could feel it pushing against the second ring inside me. Doc ran his hand over my stomach, feeling the out line of his massive cock in me. “Relax, Son.” I concentrated on my breathing, in and out. Doc kept pushing building the pressure on my second ring, until it popped and he pushed through. I closed my eyes, through the pain on my hole was slowly easing, pleasure was emerging. I felt Doc’s balls against my ass. He was all the way in. Looking up, I saw Dad’s hard cock floating above, pre-cum already flowing from the piss slit. “Ready boy?” Doc asked. I nodded yes. He pulled his cock completely out, then rammed it all the way in. The jolt of pain shoot throughout my body as he hit bottom, only to feel it pull out again, then slam in. Over and over this rough fuck happened. Doc grunted over and over as he drove his cock in my boy pussy. “The scorpion is going to strike, boy” Doc said, “It's highly toxic.” I smiled, giving his my approval to shoot his toxic load into my pussy. I started to push into him as he drove forward into my ass. I tried to met each thrust of his cock inwards. His balls were slapping my ass. His cock didn’t take long to thicken. I knew his balls would empty his poz load deep into me soon. “Tell me boy. What do you want?” “I want your disease, Doc.” “Well, if you are going to put it that way, here it comes.” He rammed his massive cock deep into my hole, falling on top of me, trapping me under his muscular frame. His body was relaxed, heavily weighing me down. I felt Dad move from his position above me. “Stay just like that Doc” Dad said. Briefly I wondered if Dad was going to slid into Doc’s hole, but no, instead I felt Dad’s cock pushing along side Doc's cock. I tried to protest, but Doc quickly moved his hand over my mouth and put more his weight on me. Dad push hard against the edge of my hole, under Doc’s cock, which was surprisingly still hard. I could feel Dad’s head pushing in, stretching my full hole. Tears welled in my eyes. As Dad’s head popped inside my hole I screamed into Doc’s hand. “Hush Hush Boy, Don’t cry. Daddy will make it better,” Doc murmured. Somehow the poppers were placed under my nose and I quickly inhaled deep, over and over. Feeling my hole relax from the rush, Dad slid his cock in until he could not go any further. The pain was unbearable. Doc had locked eyes with me, and was intensely staring. I knew then there was no escape. Dad started to pump his cock in and out of my hole, rubbing against Doc’s cock and my hole. The pressure of two cocks stretching me open began to subside. I moaned from behind Doc’s hand. He slowly lifted it away from my mouth, ready to replace in case I screamed again. Still locked eye to eye with Doc, he moved his lips closer to mine and kissed me. Dad’s cock still sliding in and out. Doc and I kissed as Dad pumped faster and faster. He pushed in and shot his poz load into me, adding to Doc’s as well as coating Doc’s cock. “Going to shoot again,” Doc announced with satisfaction as his cock pulsated, blowing his load deep into my body. The friction of Dad’s cock and, presumably, the pulsations of Dad's cock had pushed Doc over the edge for a second time. Dad withdrew, and then pulled Doc's cock out of my body. "Son, you should see your hole, gaping, puffy, cummy, and raw,” Dad commented with pride. “Such a good boy,” Doc added. I lowered my legs and relaxed. I could not believe that my hole was used again, taking it further than before. I could only imagine what was next. “After last night and today Drew, I don’t see how he won't develop the fuck-flu and convert,” Doc said. "Call me when he is sick and I'll drop by.” “I will.” Doc collected his clothes, dressed and left. I sat motionless on the sofa, my back and leg muscles aching from the prolonged effort to remain aloft. My cock throbbed seeking release. My hole throbbed from being stretched open, but my mind was on cock, cum and disease. Dad sat back down in his chair, his cock hanging between his legs, drooling cum. I watched him until my eyes closed and I fell deep asleep.

...mmhhh, tasty...

I've been working so much lately, my sexual adventures have been lacking as of late. So, having the day off yesterday, I decided to try to catch up a bit. I headed to one of my favorite bookstores here in Las Vegas, Peepland. I bought a fresh bottle of poppers and headed back to the video arcade. Inside the first booth I entered was a short, weather beaten, older Mexican guy in his late 50's, wearing jeans and work boots, he looked like he worked outside in the Vegas heat and sun all day. He was leaning against the wall stroking a very large and thick cock. Though his general looks didn't turn me on, his big, uncut Mexican dick sure did turn me on. I stepped into the booth, locked the door. Took a couple of hits from my fresh bottle of Amsterdam and dropped to my knees. The latino guy was watching some str8 porn. I sucked and chewed on his very ample foreskin then pushed the skin back with my lips and really went to work on his cock. His cock soon was leaking sweet pre-cum. Then his cock began to throb, before filling my mouth with a nice load of juice in just a matter of minutes. I wiped my mouth, thanked him, he smiled back at me without saying a word and I headed back out to the arcade to see what other dick I could find. The doors I tried were all locked. But I noticed that the door to one of the booths with a glory hole was open. The adjoining glory hole booth was closed with the red light on. So I stepped into the adjoining booth and peeked through the large, oval shaped glory hole. A young, Asian kid in his early 20's was standing near the hole, stroking a hard, 6'', cut cock. I locked the door, put a couple of dollars into the video machine and dropped to my knees at the hole. The Asian kid saw my face at the hole and stepped up to put his cock to my face. I quickly wrapped my lips around his cock. It was hard as a rock, as only a young kids cock can be. I sniffed some poppers while still sucking his cock. The length, thickness and angle of his cock was perfect for deepthroating. I sucked on his cock for about 5 minutes. Then I stood, dropped my shorts and pressed my ass up to the hole. This is always a risk. Sometimes this turns the guy off and he leaves. But, I was lucky. I felt him press his hard cock up against my hole. My hole was dry and so I pulled away from the hole and spit on my fingers a couple of times. I lubed my asshole with my spit and put my ass back against the hole. He put his cockhead back on my hole and pressed in. I sniffed more poppers as his cock slid all the way up into me. The kid immediately began to pound and pump into me. It took about another 5 minutes of him pounding my ass before I heard him groan and plant his load in my ass. I pulled up my shorts and pulled myself together, then went back out into the arcade. The booths had emptied while I was getting fucked. The place was deserted. So, I figured I'd check out a different bookstore. I headed to Main St. Books in downtown. The theater can sometimes be quite good. Sadly, that was not the case yesterday. There were 6 or 7 guys in the two theaters. But it must have been senior citizen discount day. I'm no spring chicken. But I was one of the youngest in the place. I first went into the small theater that shows gay porn. There were two guys on the back row. One guy was leaning over and sucking off the other guy. In front of them was a tall black man. I tried to reach down to stroke the black guys cock, but he pushed me away. Then I stood next to the guy getting sucked off and watched for a while. When the guy sucking came up for a breather, I got on my knees and took the guys cock in my mouth. But, the guy could obviously not get a hard on. Sucking limp dick isn't exactly a turn on to me. So, I left that theater and went into the main, larger theater that had 2 screens showing str8 and trans porn. This theatre has a half wall at the back where most of the action goes on. There are 4 rows of seats in front of the wall. Sitting on the end of the last row was a very handsome, rugged, scruffy looking guy in his early 60's. His hand in his pants, stroking as he watched porn. So I walked over to him and leaned down to see if he'd let me stroke him. He moved his hand away and gave me access to his cock. I stroked for a moment, then got on my knees, undid his belt and pulled his pants open. I took his partially hard cock into my mouth. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he sighed with pleasure at the feeling of my mouth on his cock. He hardened a bit as I sucked him. He grew to about 6''s, cut. I thought this was going to be fun. He was stroking the back of my neck as I sucked him, but soon I heard him snoring. I came up off his cock and looked up to see him asleep. The guy was obviously drunk and passed out. His cock softened quickly. Well........., this wasn't going to work out. I got up and walked behind the wall. 3 guys were standing behind the wall. The theater was very dark. It was difficult to see faces, but I could make out that one guy had his cock out and was stroking. I walked over to him and took his cock into my hand. I could now sort of see his face. He was an old guy, I'm guessing about 70. But he had a nice body and a rock hard cock. For his cock to be so rock hard at his age, I'm pretty sure it was due to viagra. But, who cares? I dropped to my knees and began to suck on his cock. It wasn't big. I'm guessing about 5''s and slender. I could taste ass on his cock. His cock had obviously already been in someone's ass. He immediately leaned forward and began to rub my asshole through my shorts. I've got to hand it to the old guy. Even with a little blue pill, a guy his age that's a dedicated top is impressive. I immediately turned, pulled down my shorts, leaned forward and braced myself against the half wall in front of me. I took a deep sniff of poppers as he pressed his cock into me. He fucked me for several minutes, but it was kind of a boring fuck. So, I pulled off his cock, pulled up my pants and decided to go find another bookstore to see what action was there. I drove to A-Action Books. the small parking lot was empty, but that doesn't always mean anything at this downtown bookstore. I paid my money and first went into the theater. There was one guy in the theater. An older Asian guy was stroking his cock. But, he didn't really appeal to me. So, I quickly left the theater and headed for the video booths. The booths here are very dated. They only have half doors on them that don't lock. So, you can see who's in the booth and see the action going on. But the nice thing is that the majority of the booths have glory holes between them. I strolled down the hall of booths. Only one booth was occupied. I went into the adjoining booth and peeked through the hole. A tall black guy in his mid 40's was stroking his cock, watching str8 porn. I knelt at the hole and did the "finger tap" through the hole to show him that I was there and interested in sucking him. He saw my taps and stood, turning to me and putting his 9", uncut bbc up to my lips at the hole. I sucked on his foreskin, then began to worship his beautiful cock. He was rock hard and I could taste some precum at his piss slit. I'd suck him until he was getting close to cumming, then he'd pull from my mouth to keep from cuming. This went on for about 15 minutes of me edging him. He'd get close to cumming, then pull away for a moment before putting his bbc back into my mouth. I really wanted his bbc in my ass. I stood, dropped my shorts and put my ass up to the hole. BINGO! He spit on my hole and put his swollen cockhead to my hole. I took some drags on my poppers as he pressed into me. His cock felt awesome as he began to pound my hole with his thick, long dick. He'd again get close to cumming, then pull his cock from me for a moment to calm down. He was in no rush to cum. It took another 10 minutes or so of him fucking me, before his pace became fast and furious. I could hear his heavy breathing from the other side of the wall as he was ramming into me. The wall was shaking and squeaking as he slammed his big dick into me. Finally I heard a loud growl and grunt as he filled my ass with his hot load. He pulled his cock from me. So I stood, pulled up my shorts and left my booth, just as he was leaving his. I could see his face better. He was very handsome and athletic looking. I thanked him as I passed him. He just smiled at me. My legs were sore, so I decided it was time to leave the store and head home. I checked my phone as I got into my car. There was a message for me on BBRT from one of my "regulars". I had messaged him earlier in the day to see if he was available. He said he had a fuck lined up with a tourist in town. But this new message from him said the tourist had flaked out on him and had not gotten back to him. So, he was available. I told him I was still available and could be there in 20 minutes. This guy is a really hot top. He's about my age. Late 50's. He's well over 6'6" tall. Thin, but muscular. His cock is 8"s and average thickness. We went into his living room and undressed. He sat on a chair and told me to worship his already hard cock. I eagerly did so. I sucked and licked his big cock. I licked his balls and licked under his balls to his asshole. I did some serious cock worship for about 10 minutes, then he grabbed my hand, pulled me up and told me to follow him into his bedroom. We stood and kissed for a few moments. Then he began to nurse at my tits. He sucked and chewed on my nipples while reaching behind me and fingering my cum filled ass. "Mmmmm.......... I'm not your first for the day. Am I?", he chuckles. "Get up on the bed. Show me that cum filled pussy", he said. I climb up on his high, king sized bed. I put my ass up as he leans down and licks my hole. "Yum!" he says as his tongue laps at my dripping hole. He hungrily begins to eat my sloppy hole. He's sucking the 2 loads of cum inside me into his mouth. Soon he's standing behind me and slowly begins to press his own giant cock into me. I'm sniffing poppers as I try to relax my ass around his giant cock. From previous experience, I know I'm in for a long fuck session. He likes to take his time, edging himself before he finally unloads. He'd fuck me for about 20 minutes, then pull out and we'd take a break. After about 3 of these 20 minute fuck sessions, he finally seemed to be ready to unload. He grabbed me around the waist and began to ram into me. He let out a loud growl and finally emptied his balls into my hole. After catching our breaths, I dressed and left. I checked my phone again, and found that I had several texts from another one of my "regulars". This guy is really my favorite top. He's in his mid 40's. He's a pumped up, muscular, gym dude with a beautiful body. He's got about 8"s and very thick cock that gets hard as steel. He's fucked me about a dozen times. He fucks hard and deep. Really grinds into me. He can make me cum without even touching myself, because his cock turns up and rubs against my prostate when he fucks. Normally, he's only available to meet on Mondays. But he had gotten home from work early and was wanting to know if I was available? By now, it's almost 6pm. I've been sucking and fucking since just before noon. I was exhausted. My ass and thighs were sore. But, I didn't want to turn down an opportunity to play with him. I texted back that I was up for a quickie if he was still available. He texted back, "Come over. I need your ass". I texted that I could be there in 15 minutes. He answered the door in just his white briefs. My God! He's gorgeous! His perfect, muscular body was so beautiful standing there in the doorway. He's a handsome Spanish/Swedish mix guy with sandy blond hair. I came in and he closed the door. We stood there kissing as I felt his cock swell in my hand as I held it through the cotton fabric of his briefs. He pulled my shirt up and pinched my nipples. Then he sucked on my nipples as he fingered at my hole, through the fabric of my shorts. We went into his bedroom and I took off my clothes. Then I turned to him and dropped to my knees. He loves to have me chew on his cock through the fabric of his briefs. He's now fully hard. I pull the waistband of his briefs over his big cock and pull them to his ankles. He steps out of them. I climb on his bed and put my ass up. He goes to my hole and begins to eat my ass as he always loves to. "You've been a busy boy. How many load in you?" he laughs. "Three. An Asian dude, a black dude and a white dude. Now I need your latin load in me", I chuckle. He hungrily eats my hole, sliding saliva up into my hole with his tongue. Then he stands behind me and slowly presses into me as I'm sniffing the poppers. My ass is now kind of sore, but I'm still loving the feel of his big cock filling my hole. This guy is a passionate lover as well as a magnificent fuck. We alternately fuck, suck, kiss and rim for about a half hour. Finally, he's got me on my hands and knees on the middle of his bed as he's kneeling behind me, ramming into me. He reaches under me and is stroking my cock as he fucks. I begin to moan and groan as I begin to cum. Shooting my hot load onto his sheets. This sets him off and he groans as he shoots his load into my well used pussy. We both collapse onto the mattress as we catch our breath. We lay there kissing for several minutes before we finally separate and begin to dress. I kiss him goodbye and head for my car. I drive home feeling exhausted. I'm a very satisfied, horny, cum hungry, bottom whore. Having spent my afternoon being the whore that I love to be. I've got the day off again today. And I certainly have a hell of a lot of errands I need to be doing. But all I really want to do is again hit the bookstores and get some dick inside me. Sometimes I'm just an insatiable whore. And proud of it.

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!

Part 3 (The New Alpha) Matt woke in Monday morning with 'morning wood' like he had never had before. He could still feel a slight stinging in his right arm as he relived the weekend in which Steve took owner ship of his ass. As he thought deeply on the intimacy of Steve's repeated breeding of him with a poz cum he just had to jerk his cock. He hadn't cum since he bred nerd boy. It didn't take log for Matt to cum, and boy did he cum. He had such a strong orgasm and produced (what he thought) was the largest load of cum in his life. Matt knew he loved fucking a nice ass (or pussy) raw and breeding it full of his cum. He never thought that he'd be on the receiving end of a raw cock and (over the past weekend) poz cum. Matt knew the risks associated with bareback, but figured as a top his risk were relatively low. Now that he has seen the joy of bottoming he new he was going to always bareback as a bottom and top. As he recovered from his orgasm with his cock sill semi hard he began to play with the puddle of cum on his defined abs. He wondered if his load was capable of pozzing an unsuspecting neg ass as Steve had discussed with him the other night. Right after Matt's initial breeding, and as Steve fed Matt more from the pipe, Steve talked about Matt's future and the position as 'Alpha Male", in charge of the boys Steve whored out. As Steve said to Matt (barrowing from the 'Godfather'), "I'm gonna make you an offer you can't refuse." Basically Steve told Matt he had two choices, he would become the new AM or join the chem whore boys who's asses Steve owned and sold. Matt had 5 seconds to make up his mind. Although Steve knew the kid was too much of a jock to let himself be turned into a whore, he did have points prepared to slam Matt into oblivion and would have every gay boy on campus over to fuck him full of more poz cum while catching all the action on video to hold over Matt's head. It didn't take Matt long to make the right decision and became Steve's AM. The rest of the weekend (between Steve's continued breeding of his new AM) Matt was informed of his new responsibilities and rights. Steve laid them out as follows: Responsibility: 1) keeping the boys in line 2) making sure the boys did as they were told a. showed up on time to their 'appointment' b. did as they were told by the Steve, Matt and the John c. never let anyone else slam them without permision 3) keeping the boys addicted to slamming Tina 4) helping Steve recruit , poz and break in a new piece of ass 5) keeping the Tina and GHB used by the boys secure Rights: 1) ability to fuck any of the boys he chooses (as long as they were not being rented out) 2) get high when ever he wanted (as long as it didn't interfere with his responsibilities) 3) come and go as he pleases 4) continue his college education (which Steve would pay Matt's Tuition) After round two (where Matt took another 4 loads of poz com) Steve asked Matt if he was going to continue wrestling. Matt hadn't thought about that yet when he let his new boss know that he had responsibilities that were more important then wrestling. Steve then proceeded to teach Matt the art of making a good strong slam and how to administer without leaving a mark. Matt was brought back to the reality of the preset when he stood in the bathroom, looked into the mirror and knew his fate was sealed. There in his right arm for anyone to see (if he were shirtless or wearing a tank top) was the distinctive mark of an "AM" (in a special design made by Steve) tattooed on Matt. He had received the marking right before Steve took him over to the run down hotel Steve owned and where he kept the boys. The only nice part was a room that was for"'management use". This was where the boys were given their daily drugs and where Matt could fuck the boy of his choice. Next Part 4 (New Recruit)

...my lil bro's boyhole tastes even better with our father's potent cum in it...

Getting ready for all cummers ... an ideal start to a weekend

Last night I was too horny to sleep so I posted ads on a couple hookup sites. It was a slow night but finally my friend Mike responded that he was just thinking about me. Said he got off work at 11 and I should come over. Yeah! I'd never been to his place before, since he always came to my place to feed me his stellar uncut cock. So, he's a few miles down the road and I got more excited with every mile I drove. Finally got there and he greeted me at the door, naked and ready. I followed him down to the basement. Okay, hello, his tall bear friend was there too! First they put me on all fours with a cock at each end. The angle was bad so they flipped me over on my back for awhile. Then I was bent over the edge of the couch. That's when his friend took over my hole. btw earlier, at first, this guys cock was semi-hard but damn, he got hard, and big, in a flash. He must have been very horny. My friend Mike egged him on for a few minutes, encouraged him to seed me, because "I wouldn't turn him down." That's putting it mildly. Well, within a minute his friend was grunting and filling me with his seed. So nice. After that Mike took over and we tried a couple different positions. I was having trouble cause I kept feeling a sore spot as I got fucked. I must have nicked myself when I was douching earlier in the day. That was okay though, he was great, gave me a break once in awhile in between fucking my hole. He can go for hours if he wants to make it last. But the next thing I know he asked if I wanted his load. Fuck, yes. A few more strokes and he froze up and added his seed to my hole. I pushed against him to prolong the feeling. Then, I felt his dick pulse some more, so hot! His dick pulsed a few more times and he said that's because it was a few days worth of cum. We both caught our breath and then I drove home. It was a very happy drive.

- 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.

any horni tops up for fillin my sleazy kunt... all cocks n bugs teken. giv mi what u got fukers

...perfection...

Went to Austin with a friend this Wednesday. On the way down we talked a lot while he was constantly texting. When we got to the hotel we agreed to head to some downtown bars a bit later on but he told me go douche and stay naked. I assumed he wanted to fuck so did as he asked and as i was getting out of the shower he dried me off and got hard, lubed his cock, bent me over and slid into my ass. He blew a load deep in me and we kissed and i started to get dressed but he told me we weren't finished. Pulling a blindfold out of his luggage he told me to put it on and thats when i heard a quiet knock on the door. He told me to get on all 4's, that i was getting my pussy bred by Austin cock. Within a few minutes 3 other guys were there and i had an anonymous cock in both holes. Apparently all the texting had been lining up tops to use "a faggot pussy". For the next 4 hours guys werr coming and going. I didnt try to count. I just gladly kept taking cock. Finally it stopped and i showered the cum off me and he said he'd never seen a guy take so many cocks and that i was a REAL faggot. We went out for drinks and a small bite and he told the obvioysly gay waiter that i had just been fucked for 4 hours. There was some faggot talk about sex between the 3 of us and then the waiter made the rounds of his tables. A couple guys that had overheard us at the next table got up and told me to meet them in the bathroom. I followed them in, and went to my knees as they pushed their pants down. When i got back to the table my friend was grinning and made me tell him how they fucked and bred me. Thats the way the rest of the night and Thursday went. We are driving back now and he said we have to do that in Dallas too. I'm game!

I sucked the guy... but then he decided that my ass was worthy of his cock... I told him that I was unprepared to get fucked but he didn't give a shit and fucked me bended on the toilet. The bastard threatened me to make me lick every piece of shit that he would find on his cock... luckily I was quite clean after my dildo session of yesterday and I had just to lick few drops of cum, dripping out of his cock. A video of his load, dripping out of my hole, in my gallery

My ex used to send me out to get bred so I could give him sa nice sloppy cummed hole to fuck when I got home. I loved it as much as him as I could go to the back room get fucked four or five times and then go home and get fucked again! Bottom pig heaven!

This is a true story of a bearded masseur going surprisingly bareback for a birthday massage. The Call My manager had called in a favor that put me travelling for work on my birthday. What joy! but I decided to make the best of the situation by getting a birthday massage. I hoped online the morning of my birthday to look for guys offering massage. This kind of search was new to me. My bf says I can be a slut so "looking" online is old news but I'd never been "generous" in my sexual adventures, so I was being a bit cautious for obvious reasons. I spotted an ad by a guy that the app said was really close to my hotel. He used plain, simple English, had a couple clothed pictures, and had written in the ad to text or call him for more details. So I texted him -- "what the heck" I thought to myself, let's do it. He said his name was Steve. He was relatively slow in responding to my txts but was very candid: which hotel? what kind of massage? how long? I figured these questions were all business as usual since they were the same questions my massage therapists asked. I txted back that I'd be comfortable with a "full body". He replied, "nude sensual massage?". I txted back if that works out then yes, and asked how much. Everything was reasonable except the time. I had several work emails and calls to make that morning so I asked for later that afternoon but Steve said he was leaving town so could only do that morning. Rather than look more, because everything sounded great with Steve, I agreed and we setup a time for him to come to my hotel room within the hour. I showered then hopped down to the hotel lobby where I'd seen an ATM. "Card declined." WTF! I started panicking and thinking that I'd have to call my masseur to cancel because I was broke! My bank texted me a few seconds later and asked if I was trying to withdraw money. "Ooooh", I thought, "fraud detection." I almost never withdraw cash while travelling so my bank must have caught the ATM use as odd. I texted my bank back that it was me, went back to the ATM, and got cash that time. First panic over with. I'd asked Steve the masseur to meet me outside the hotel lobby so I could make sure it really was him. My friend who lived in a nearby neighborhood and who I'd had dinner with had told me that my hotel was in a shady part of town. So there I stood, on the busy downtown street, on the phone with coworkers while waiting to see if some stranger, who didn't look at all like Steve's ad, try to rob me. hah! -- and in a way you could say I was "working the street" LOL, but only because I was trying to wrap up my morning with work before the massage. My phone buzzes that there is another call incoming and the callerID is Steve my masseur. I'm trying to get off the phone with a coworker, it takes my coworker another couple minutes to SHUT UP, Steve goes to voicemail, and I hurridly call him back. "Maybe he's cancelling" I think to myself, because it was already 10mins after our arranged time. I say "Hi" and Steve has this calm, masculine, but soft spoken voice, and says he's at the elevator already! WTH! Maybe he's pushing for me to do something rash without seeing him so I panic again. With him on the phone, I hurridly walk back to the elevator shafts, and see this guy on the phone walking towards the lobby. He's 6'0, bearded, white, in plaid and jeans. "Oh that you?" I say while looking at him, with a bit of delight, and smile. He smiles back. It was the same guy as in his ad pic. The Arrival Luck would have it we get into an elevator by ourselves. I blabber on about work because nothings worse than awkward silence in an elevator with any stranger, but all while having a good look over Steve. Piercing blue eyes, weathered face, muscular neck with adams apple, big rugged hands at his sides; but again that plaid shirt and plain fit jeans. Nothing tight fitting in attire. Actually the plaid shirt make him look like some lumberjack that rolled out of Washington State's mountains. All he'd need would be boots instead of sneakers. Hah! He doesn't smell of wood -- and I mean tree wood, LOL -- and doesn't smell homeless, or of weed, smoke, or anything really. His accent isn't decernable -- no queeny high pitch, and no James Earl Jr, but no attitude either; just an all American accent like you'd hear in the Midwest thought very soft spoken. The elevator door opens on my floor and I walk him into my room. His eyes dart around too to check everything out. I finally notice that he doesn't have a bag, backpack, or anything to carry supplies. On a good note that means he doesn't have a rifle or rope or drugs or anything my panicy mind could conjure up to freak me out but also doesn't mean he has massage supplies? "So I've done many massages but nothing like this before", I admit, hinting at how he wants to do this without supplies. To which he says, "Oh. ... It's really hot in here," and takes off a retro windbreaker jacket that I hadn't noticed. "Oops, sorry," I say and dart to the thermostat, "I turned up the temp thinking it'd need to be warmer." I seriously thought a nude massage would be more comfortable in a kind of sauna-like environment? but Steve must have been roasting so I quickly turned the AC on. Steve strips down the bed and motions for me to hop on it. So I just strip down butt naked in front of the guy. I don't really know why I did strip in front of him. My dick is soft and I just imagine being in a lockerroom with Steve and talking to him like any other guy. He's still got his lumberjack clothes on. "One reason I'm glad you could do today is because it's my birthday," I keep on. "Happy birthday!" he says with a cheeky smile, "how old are you?" Though I thought my age was in my online profile he must have forgotten. I tell him 37 and ask for his. He's 50! I thought he was low 40s -- I mean I'm not ageist, it's all about chemistry, and his face is weathered but no wrinkles, and he wasn't the fastest at texting like Millenials text, but with that muscled neck he stays fit somehow. Or at least preserved guy, I think to myself. "I'm going to use your restroom" he blurts out in his soft but masculine voice. Hmmm, I think to myself, wonder what's up? Maybe he's nervous about undressing in front of a guy? So I squat on the bed naked, listen to Steve the masseur piss in the toilet, and check my work email again. Steve comes out of the toilet -- STILL clothed -- and says, "I don't have professional stuff but brought lotion and a special lotion." He pulls out the 2 "lotions" from a cloth wrapped up his windbreaker jacket, and one is Gun Oil. I dart a quirky smile at him and just say "Oh, OK" because the Gun Oil is obviously for fucking around. I mean, guys do jack off with lube but how many? And I smile because I'd suspected Steve may be straight, given how he looks and talks, but how many str8 men buy Gun Oil?? So he's gay afterall, or at least bi, despite his lumberjack looks. "Lay with your head at the edge of the bed, face up." he says to me while walking away. I do as commanded. Then I hear him FINALLY getting his clothes off. Sadly he's got me laying away from him so it's hard to look his way without being obvious that I'm checking him out, so I miss his whole unclothing! Ugh!! Again I wonder if there's some surprise. Maybe his dick is covered in warts? Maybe he's got purple lesions all over his body! My mind always panics about the unknown, and Steve had given no nude pics. Then he walks over to my head hanging on the edge of the bed, and I feel him on my forehead. It feels soft and a bit cold. I look up at there's this gorgeous bottom up POV of Steve! His flacid cock is on my forehead resting, above that is a bit of reddish blond pubes, then a small baby bump stomach, he's leaning over and I see hairy pecs, his musclar neck, two thick arms stretched out towards me, his facial beard, and those light blue eyes behind it all. I hear the lotion pop open and squirt on his hands. Then I feel something harsh on my chest! His hands! His palms are like sandpaper!! In all my massages, both girls and guys, they have soft, smooth palms. But Steve's are rough. I get excited by this apparent negative feature of Steve's: rough hands = hard working, blue collar man? I imagine: does he work construction? or with ropes? One of his pics was on a boat, so maybe fishing? Whatever he does has TORE UP his palms, but with the lotion it kind of feels like a Korean exfoliating massage (where they basically scrape off your old skin, and it actually feels good, though they do it with a special cloth not their hands). It's not pleasant, at first. Everything else about the massage is normal and I'm fully relaxed now. We're both naked but neither Steve or I get hardons. My mind is churning: do I want to have sex with this hunk of man? YES! Does he want to have sex with me? Who knows! I'm paying for a massage, at basically the typical rate for full body @ 1hr, so maybe he really is bi and doesn't want to do anything. But why did he ask me "sensual"? I mean, I'm a 5'8 150lb white nerd with glasses and a chatter box, so no stud or twink, and Steve's dick is as flaccid as it was to begin with. I get up and thank him very much. I'm looking down at Steve because he's squat on the bed. What a sexy, handsome man he is looking up at me with those blue eyes! "Do you like massage?" I ask, knowing the answer. "Sure, you want to massage me??" I guess this is an odd request from a client. "Yes, if you're OK with that." Again I don't know his sexual orientation so I'm not sure whether my ask comes across as being an oddball nerdy client or him being str8-ish. He accepts. This this hunk of man lays down, face down! and presents his gorgeous body to me. He's totally smooth on his backside. His shoulders are broad, and connect decent biceps but very thick forarms to those rough hands. His butt is this pale white mound of beef cake below a size 32 waste I figure, so that is just watering my mouth. His legs are two thick tree trunks holding up nice calves that are mostly bald. I notice his feet are covered in white, Fruit-of-the-Loom, knee-high socks! LOL! What dreadful socks, but just like I'd expect a blue collar, low key "str8" guy to wear. At least this socks are clean and bleach white! As I massage him, I notice how everything is thick about him. His forearms. His hams. His gluts. This 50 year old man has more muscle that I can ever imagine. He starts to sniffle and squirm. Maybe this was a bad idea, I think to myself. "I need to roll over" and Steve does so. "Everything OK?" I ask, hoping in my mind he's into me touching him. "Yea just everything was running to my nose." And he lays there spread out before me. Now I get to see his front side full on. His chest is the only hairy part of this man's body besides his face. It's reddish blond just like his pubes and covered from pec down to belly. Then I finally see his package full on. His balls are totally hairless and smooth but wrinkled and his sac the size of 2 lemons. His cock is still flaccid but a shower. Smooth light foreskin still coveres everything but even soft his cock is thick about the size of a thick pork sausage though longer. Such a beauty to see this man's package. All I want to do is suck on this man's meat! But do I make a move, I think to myself. I'm worried. If I touch him sexually, will he get up and leave?? Of course not! I think of the Gun Oil he brought. So yes, the lube means he's up for something, but what? Steve the masseur makes the 1st move. I'm sitting squat next to him on the bed working on his massive quads. He touches my thigh, then works underneath me to grab my balls. Those rough hands again! I look at him, into his blue eyes, and see it -- I see that we will have sex. I can't explain how but there is some connection there with Steve, so I smile at him. I'm so fucking releaved to know that I can enjoy him fully! So I move my hands up his crotch and cup my hands around his big ballsac. It feels wonderful to have his eggs in my hands. But now Steve moves fast. He drags my lower half closer to him, opens up my legs, and pull my waste next to his chest. OMG! He's getting us into a 69 position! His thick thigh raises up, opening his crotch next to my face, and his soft cock and balls slide down the leg next to my mouth. I feel Steve first: he inhales one of my balls into his mouth! FUCK his mouth feels great. I return the favor and grab half his nuttsac and open my mouth wide to take in this man egg. We work on each other balls for minutes and I'm rock hard now. When I look down at Steve's cock it has swelled into an fatter sausage but isn't rock hard. Of course the time has come to suck on this man's cock. As I do, aiming to avoid hitting him with my teeth, Steve's cock doesn't get bigger. He feels great inside my mouth, filling it up mostly, but is still only semi-hard. How odd, I thought. What does this man like? I soon find out. Steve yanks my rock hard dick out of his mouth, lays both hands on my butt, opens up my cheeks and bam! He dives into munching on my butt crack! He starts making these deep, muffled moaning sounds and his big legs act like they're pushing his waste closer to me. This guy likes, rimming ass!! I'm so confused! Then I have another panic attack: he wants to fuck me?! Oh geeze, I cannot get fucked. I had showered but I'm travelling without supplies to clean out. Then I think of Steve again: maybe he just really likes ass. I mean, I LOVE ASS so much that I've blown my load just from a guy sitting on my face. OK, so I'll help out Steve. I raise myself up, move his big legs down flat, and sit on his face! Smothering him with ass! This drives the man crazy! All sorts of muffled moans are coming out of his mouth. His rough hands start smacking my buttcheeks inbetween butt munching. And then I see it: my eyes look down from the happy trail to his belly button to his pubes and: his fattened up stiff cock! For the 1st time Steve's dick is hard enough to stand up. Fuck it looks beautiful between his 2 massive legs. I of course lean over and get his dick in my mouth again, but now I cannot. Before I could take his semi all the way but now his dick hits the back of my throat and the shaft isn't all the way in my mouth. I do the hand + mouth jacking but want to give Steve more yet my deepthroat skills aren't stellar (guys are been training me to avoid teething them). I make a conscious effort to open up wide enough and position my mouth so Steve's fully hard dick can push through the back of my mouth and go down my throat. Now my nose is in his big ballsac. It smells of manhood, then I cannot breath, and feels wonderful to be choked up my Steve's big dick. The Fuck He rims my ass while I suck and deepthroat his fully hard dick more. After many minutes of this intense action I pull off because my dick is so turned on as Steve occasionally reaches around to jack me. I don't want to cum yet. Steve and I squat on the bed and face each other. He grabs my dick and I grab his. "You really like that" I say to get at what's next. "Yea" he says simply, "When I was massaging your backside, I wanted to do that. You have a beautiful ass". "And you have a beautiful cock" I proudly told him. "My sausage suprise" he said and we laughed. We look into each others eyes while jacking each other's dicks. I could just cum like this, I think to myself. But Steve grabs the Gun Oil. He squirts a few pumps on each of our dicks. OK maybe he does jack with lube (I don't need to). Then he takes a finger and lubes the outside of my hole. Oh damn, I think to myself. He does want to fuck. "I don't think I can do this" I honestly admit to Steve. I then realize something hopful: my BM that morning. For many years I've had to clean out on the rare times that I bottom because my bowel movements aren't the best. Bottom friends have told me all sorts of tricks they use, like special diets, but I eat what I want and don't like a lot of fuss when fucking so I top more and don't bother with making sure I can bottom. But that morning, after setting up the massage with Steve, I now remember that I had a very good BM. (Not to disgust: but it was clean. I didn't even need toilet paper, which usually means it's all out and clean in there). Steve just says, "OK. We can try." I took that not as a command but also not a suggestion -- he wanted to take the opportunity. He grabs my legs and lifts me back so I fall onto my back. Steve looks down at his cock and my hole. I look up at his hairy pecs. thick forearms holding my legs up, and look at his face. He catches me and looks back, then closes my legs so my ankles are around his musclar neck, and presses his dick against my hole. I brace. OK I know I'm not suppose to brace but it's been awhile and I'm nervous about my hole still. "Just breath" Steve says. AHA! He knows the drill! At this point I figure Steve is gay, or at least bi. He's fucked a guys ass before and knows I need to relax. I'm even more excited and attracked to Steve now. We have more in common. We've both fucked guys asses. Steve is just a lumberjack gay or whatever -- he doesn't fit into any mold that society has setup for him. He isn't "masc" or "discreet" or desperate or crazy. I respect the guy so much for that. Is he going to fuck me? even though we don't know each other? Yep, we're both horny and are attracted to each other so we will fuck. His big head pushs past my sphincter. His thickness stretches my hole open and it feels great. Steve squirts more Gun Oil on his shaft. He keeps pushing in deeper while we switch from looking down at each other's junk to looking at each others eyes. "It OK?" I stupidly ask. I'm asking several questins to Steve while he's got a good view. I mean: is his dick still clean? And the bigger question: he's got NO CONDOM on his dick. I don't carry condoms travelling and Steve's massage supplies didn't include any. "Yea. It's tight," Steve says while looking at me. Did he know what I was really asking?? His dick is up digging deeper into my fuckhole, bareback, and he doesn't know me. And I wish it were less tight! I bottom better with smaller dicks and I figured Steve is a solid 8+ and very thick. Steve takes my legs off of his hairy chest and lays them open next to his thick quats. Each of his piston arms punch down to the left and right of me on my back and he begins to lean over me. His muscular neck and upper shoulder is right above my forhead as his upper body stretches above mine. I look down his hairy pecs, and his little baby bump stomach, and watch his waste start to pound. Steve then lowers his beefy body just above mine. My dick is rock hard and getting a bit squashed by him leaning in. His neck and ear is right next to my eyes. I notice his neck is a bit red. I look over across his smooth arched back now. I feel the hairs on his chest touch my shoulders and stomach. I squeeze my calves around his waste. He is slowly digging his dick deeper into my hole. I want to encourage him, so I reach my arms out as far as I can and grab his thick thighs. My hands travel up and I feel his big beefy ass. I squeeze and pull his ass in on his next thrust. I wonder if Steve has fucked chicks too and if girls have enjoyed squeezing his big beefy butt as much as I am. Steve's big dick rams through to the back of my fuckhole. Fuck it hurts! I moan in pain. But I keep encouraging Steve's dick. On each thrust I pull his ass in with my hands on each of his buttcheeks. Every couple of thrusts his dick rams through again and hurts like hell. "Shh, the neighbors" Steve said quietly but sternly in my ear. Oh, I must have been moaning loudly! This was a thin walled hotel and you could hear a person walking down the hall past your door. So I bit my lips. But Steve was a beast. His thrusts got a rhythm on time with a metronome. I didn't need to grab his ass and encourage him anymore and almost needed to brace against his great thrusting thighs. Steve's fucking became a machine. Constant pace and ramming in deep each time. What happened to this decent, all American lumberjack? His thrusting was getting gradually faster and was not letting up. My buttcheeks started making that butt slapping noise, ya know, when being pounded rough and hard. Steve moved his arms back into pistons and raised his body off my but still leaning over me fully. I could no longer grab his beefy ass so grabbed his great thighs just to feel them pounding me. We looked at each other in the eyes again. What a handsome and kind face he still had while fucking. He wasn't squirming or constricting his face. I probably was looking funny in the face! I tried to keep a straight face but I'm no bottom and his massive meat wouldn't stop pulverizing my ass! Often I'd have to close my eyes on one of his deep thrusts and when I opened' them I'd catch Steve checking out his dick fucking my hole, but then he'd notice me looking at him, and our eyes would lock again, and then I'd close my eyes on another deep thrust. He grabbed my raging hard dick with one hand but I was too close . "I will cum when you do," I explained, not wanting him to think I didn't want to cum. He looked at me again and I held onto his biceps with my hands. Steve's thrusts were happening too fast and his desire to get me off were telltell signs. "Where do you want me to cum?" he said seriously, and looked me directly in the eyes. I was embarrassed. I wanted him to cum anyway he wanted, seriously. I imagined how hot it would be to walk to work with his babies up my butt, but I also got excited from imagining the feeling of his hot cum spraying all over my chest or face. I looked away for a bit. "Where you want. You can cum in me or on me". Steve said nothing in reply. It was cumming. Steve lowered his beefy body all the way on me just to the point before crushing me. I raised my legs up high so his dick had a clear shot of my fuckhole, and grabbed his smooth arching back. I looked over at my side to see Steve's face but his face was smothered in the bed sheets. His neck veins were pulsing rapidly. Then I heard him moan differently. It was a muffled sound in the bed sheets but clearly a prelude to orgasm. "Fuck yea Steve, cum." I whispered in his ear. Another muffled moan, and great thrust of his thighs, and Steve's great beefy body shook and quaked above me. He was cumming! Silently his body shook again. Steve was cumming inside my ass! I didn't feel his cock squirting inside my hole but it felt amazing to know this man wanted it and took it and filled it up. My dick started squirting shot after shot of cum. I could feel my fuckhole and sphincter pulse tighter around Steve's dick each time my cock squirted and I wondered if he enjoyed the feeling of my ass milking his dick. He made no sound but stayed inside me. NOTE: pic is closest I could find of Steve's appearance. Sadly I've no pics of him!

God, I need some dick. I need it deep, I need it raw and I need it NOW...

There are many reasons I love getting gang banged. I love when men bond over fucking me, huge turn on. Also, one of the reason I love getting gang banged, when I spend time getting cleaned and ready, I want to get seriously fucked and usually one guy doesn't get it. I am usually just in the frame of mind, fuck this feels good just as the first guy cums. So if I can get a couple of guys taking turns, by the 3rd guy, I fucking fully relaxed. Plus there's nothing better than that getting truly fucked, and seeded, and you just get fucking mounted again

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.

As I reached the top step and turned towards my top floor condo, a paper on my neighbors’ door caught my eye. I smiled as I read the eviction notice. For the past 18 plus months, the couple in condo 314 had made enemies of every tenant on the floor, not to mention anyone who met them in the laundry room, mail room or had the distinct bad luck of living below them. So it was no great shock that in the 36 hours I had been out of town on business, they had been booted for noise, delayed payment, suspicious activity, and about a dozen other violations of the co-op agreement. It wasn’t until a few days later, while I was collecting a package, that I discovered that management had reached the end of their patience when a maintenance man witnessed the female in the couple, brandishing a knife, chasing the half-naked male across the lawn in front of the rental office. It puzzled me as to why this tussle was different from the similar arguments I’d seen a handful of times, when they explained that the half-naked male was naked on his bottom half. My laughter continued all the way back to my stairway, only stopped by the image of a sweaty shirtless 6 foot tall teen hunk coming down and walking off towards a moving van. Taking the steps two at a time, I managed to position myself in a chair at the perfect angle out my living room window to watch as the shirtless guy and some equally hunky buds made their way to and from the truck, over and over again. Upon review, I could tell the first guy I’d witnessed was closer to 25 than 18, but only when his chest hair caught some sunlight, revealing a tattoo of a crucifix on his right pectoral. His small beer gut also hinted towards adulthood, as it was probably acquired from one too many frat parties, or perhaps a habit of drinking everyday after the whistle blew at some blue collar job. Otherwise his youthful smile, round cheeks and tight bubble butt would have had me convinced he was a freshman at the university up the road. Tempting as it was to offer a hand, a glass of lemonade or a ride on my 9 inches of thick circumcised cock meat, I knew I was better to watch from the shadows and collect jerk material for later. No reason I couldn’t enjoy a bowl though, as long as I didn’t light the torch where it would reveal my voyeuristic perch. Once the bowl was finished, the Tina kicked in, and I was aching to find some hot young ass to spew full of some chemmed-up seed, driving me to leave the window and move to my computer screen. The timing was probably perfect anyway, as the sun was setting quickly and I could hear the moving truck driving away no more than 15 minutes later. Less than an hour after that, I found a 19 year old bio major sucking white smoke from the business end of my pipe, while taking all nine inches into his sweet smooth ass. It was easy to get the curious college boys to come over once they saw the photos of my 6’3” tall frame, 46” chest, 15” arms, 32” waist and previously mentioned dick. This naive twink had originally begged me to go slow, use a condom, let him suck me off instead, yadda yadda yadda; but I just kept loading more shards into the pipe and stuffing more laced lube in his pooper until he was too fucked up to say anything other than “Fuck me! Faster! Harder!” I did as he commanded, blowing not one, not two, but three heavy loads into his innocent hole before kicking his ass to the curb a few hours after his arrival. His wide eyes kept looking into mine as I threw him his clothes, slid on some basketball shorts and told him to get the fuck out, shocked that I had so quickly transformed from a passionate cum-dispensing power top to cool-headed unconcerned asshole. I watched from my doorway as his head slid down the stairwell and out of sight, looking up just in time to see my new neighbor open the door and pull the same move on some equally innocent blonde bimbo. She ran down the steps in tears when she realized someone was watching her walk of shame. I had to admire my new neighbor’s nonchalant attitude towards her used pussy and I wondered briefly if she was running fast enough to pass my own discarded boy-toy. My neighbor might have had the same thought as he smiled too, making us both laugh, and step into the hall to introduce ourselves. “Hey man, nice to meet ya, I’m Pete.” I was elated that he was in fact, the same young stud I had first spotted downstairs, and he looked just as good the second time around, if not better. He smelled of axe body spray, cum, and lube; and was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as well as brown fuzzy hair on his head, chest and legs. Bright green eyes, a straight nose and boyish smile made him look like a 15-year-old from the neck up, but his work-built chest and arms, the black and red crucifix tattoo and a packed pair of white CK boxer-briefs made him all man from the neck down. My gaze lingered a second too long on the spot of precum forming at the head of his semi-hard dick, causing him to retreat into his apartment for a pair of shorts, inviting me to join him. He didn’t close the door to his bedroom as he stripped away the white fabric, connected to his dick by a string of semen. I had to tuck my own re-hardening cock into the waist of my jockstrap when he bent over to put on a pair of board shorts with nothing under them, granting me a glimpse of his tight fuzzy hole. As he turned to come back into the living room, I pretending to be checking out his balcony view before plopping unceremoniously on his couch. Another smile crossed my face when I realized the pillow I’d sat next to was hiding a pipe like my own, as well as a sack of goodies. His face went pale when he turned to sit too and noticed my discovery, and my raised eyebrow. The perverted asshole in me knew from the look of fear on his face that I could have blackmailed him into all sorts of dirty deeds at that moment, but I laughed, grabbed the lighter, and torched the bowl, taking a HUGE hit. He exhaled at the same time I did, relieved that he was not going to get evicted or have the cops called on him. “I wondered if you were a partier, especially when I heard you going to town on some pussy for hours. That’s why I called Sheila. My dick was so hard hearing your bitch scream I decided to torch up with my fuck buddy and see if I could compete!” He took a hit as big as mine, but coughed as it came out, obviously new to partying, but hoping to seem as cool as me. “Hate to burst your bubble Pete, but my pussy was a dude. Sweet little 19 year old fuck who thought he was coming over for romance and cuddling, before I raped him, that is,” I took another hit, while Peter went from wide-eyed to laughing. “Shit dude! That is fucking hilarious! Sheila, that blonde piece of trash with the cum running down her legs, was expecting the same thing, but I told her after my second load,” He bragged. “‘I smoked you out, and filled you up, what more do you want,’ and you should have seen how she pouted and bitched on her way out of here!” “I could tell dude! And if you’d been out two minutes earlier, you would have seen what’s-his-name leaking THREE of my loads while doing the same walk of shame,” both of us laughed at our shared experience of using a high bitch on a Saturday night. We passed the pipe around for a few hours and chatted about a bunch of shit, before he decided to call it a night, and I decided to call another unsuspecting jizz bag I’d met at a club. As I used the laced lube to pound a load into a medical student who was too high and mighty to smoke my favors, I thought about Peter, and wondered if he could hear the squeals coming from the blond gym bunny I was breeding. I only came out of my fantasy of Pete joining us and eventually becoming my steady cum-dumpster, when the drugged pre-med gym boy asked me to pull out before coming. Just for that I made sure to rape him especially hard when I pumped his ass full for the second time. His pupils were the size of his anus when I shoved him into the hallway, and I swear I heard my new neighbor chuckle when pre-med asked if we could do it again. For the next three months, life went on, with me splitting days at the office and the gym, and Pete splitting them between classes to get his business grad degree and working as a stock boy for best buy. We both lived for the weekends when almost every Saturday night we sat on his or my couch, rehashing our last twelve hours of fucking. Thank God Pete had grown up with a gay uncle and seemed totally unfazed by my talk of using the local college boys, and didn’t seem to mind that I got hard whenever he told me about his latest co-ed conquest. This also gave me a chance to find out all about him, discovering his background growing up with a single mother, working construction at 14 to make cash to buy a car and save up for school, putting himself through undergrad, and eventually discovering the joys of partying when he started dating a girl who dealt. It wasn’t until one night in fall that things began to change. Pete had been laid-off by the box store for a failed UA, which meant no money for drugs once his school bills, rent and expenses were paid. I was happy to provide a random bowl to the boy now and then, but we both realized he was too comfortable when he walked in on my dick balls deep in some ass. I would have been more upset but the interruption turned on the football stud I was fucking, causing his ass to tighten. My load shot in him right as Pete’s jaw dropped. Normally you’d think a straight guy would run for the hills, but football boy lit up the pipe and motioned for Pete to take a hit, which seemed to be all the invitation he needed to stick around and smoke. I knew some of Pete’s regular pussy had dried up when he could no longer afford Tina, but it had never occurred to me he might be so hard up as to try some dude ass. Sadly, I think the football stud was too butch, so Pete only stayed to smoke the rest of the bowl, before I went back to the ass at hand, and he went back to his apartment. The rest of my fuck session, the wheels were turning in my head, wondering how I could turn all these factors to my advantage. Once I kicked the linebacker out, Pete came over and apologized profusely, at which point I made it clear that I was not a dealer, and would no longer be loading bowls for him. I waited until he looked defeated before pretending to take pity on him by saying he could always still join me for a bowl when I was loading it for a hook-up. Sure enough, my plan worked like a charm. Although all the boys I hooked up with were muscular, I knew I’d need to find a smooth one, who was more on the swimmer’s build side if I was going to keep Pete from running away as soon as the pants came off. The next weekend I invited over a slightly effeminate teenager I’d met when he and some high school friends finished swimming at my gym’s pool When he arrived, I warned him that my “hot, straight neighbor” might be joining us for some partying before he got fucked. He said that was fine, since he wasn’t even sure he was in the mood to get fucked (yeah right), and was only looking to try partying. As soon as the smooth sweet boy crossed my threshold around lunchtime, Pete was knockin’ at my door. He seemed nervous with my young guest eyeing him, until the first hit crossed his lips, becoming loose and happy. Before the first bowl was through, the prudish teen was sliding his hand down my shorts and whispering how badly he needed to see my monster dick. I loaded fat bowl number two and asked Pete if he minded us getting started. His mouth wanted to say for us to stop, but the pipe in my hands made him say “no problem.” Pete tried to keep his eyes on the bi-bareback porn on my 55” plasma, and away from the slowly undressing teen boy only three feet away, but it was no use. I could tell he was enthralled when the boy slid off his jeans and briefs, uncovering a peaches and cream colored butt. I made sure to keep the boys ass facing Pete as he sank to his knees and unzipped my shorts. Usually nothing can distract me from the first moment a new boy takes my cock into his mouth, but instead I watched Pete’s shock while the teenager popped out my beast. I tried to be discrete while I watched Pete’s reaction to me getting an inexperienced blow/hand job, but his eyes were so locked into my big throbbing cock that fire works could have been going off and he’d never have noticed. I cleared my throat, making him jump, before my eyes motioned to the pipe he’d been holding, and not smoking ever since my cock appeared. He took a hit before shakily handing me the pipe. I shot gunned into the boy’s mouth before pushing his head back down onto my cock, and then slid my other hand down his back and worked a spit-covered digit three knuckles deep up his hole. He tried to cough up my cock and wriggle away from my second finger, but I just pushed his head down further. Pete’s hand was now down his pants, stroking what seemed to be a good seven or eight inch cock, as far as his carpenter’s jeans would reveal. Reaching to the side table, I grabbed my laced lube and slathered some over my fingers before returning to the teenage hole. It must have burned when the mix of tina, lube and my three fingers pierced his hole, but he stopped complaining once the stuff kicked in. I was in hog heaven, with a blond twink swallowing most of my prick, backing his ass up, trying to swallow my hand, while Pete seemed a second away from whipping out his cock and beating it right there. I needed to push him over the edge, so I got his attention and told him to load another bowl. While he grabbed my sack and loaded bowl number three, I pulled blondie to standing, kicked his legs apart and had him straddle my waist. He thought it was time to make out, but no way was I going to miss the show across the coffee table. I pulled the boys head to the side and chewed on his neck, while I lined my cock up to his hole. Pete took a gigantic hit and almost choked to death exhaling it, but never closed his eyes as my cock forced its way into the hole perched above it. The teen cried out and tried to back off of it, but I reached out and grabbed the pipe from Pete’s hand just in time to pass it to the boy, distracting him. Pete muttered something that sounded like “fuck yeah,” as the boy took a big hit and shot gunned it to me. Once the boy set down the pipe, I gripped both of his small hands behind his back in my right hand, grabbed him by the neck with my left and punched most of my cock into his ass. I covered his mouth with mine just in time to catch his scream, which was the deciding moment for Peter. In a flash, Pete’s jeans and boxer briefs were at his knees and his right hand began to pound away at a respectable 7 and a half inch cock. I pounded the teen’s ass in rhythm with Pete, as I took in the awesome sight. Shining with sweat like the rest of him, his hard on was not too thick, cut, with a slight bend in it, topped by a perfect fat head, surrounded by trimmed pubes, except for his big sagging balls, which he had shaved smooth. Pity, I thought, once I seduced and trained him, I’d make sure he didn’t trim so I’d have something to tug on when he is bad. I thought I could have been eternally satisfied just from this glancing moment of masturbation, until he hocked a loogey into his other hand, slicked it around his middle finger, and sank it up his hole, pounding it in and out in sync with me. I locked eyes with him briefly, and mouthed “one more finger,” and like a good hypnotized slave, he added another. His face tensed up and I worried momentarily that I’d pushed too far, too fast, until I recognized that face, and glanced down just in time to see a week’s worth of cum start shooting all over his chest, neck, chin and even a drop on his lips. His fingers popped from his hole making a squish sound, while his lungs worked over time to recover from his massive release. With sweat dripping from his brown hair all the way down his pecs and mingling with his cum load, he looked exactly as I’d pictured him, only real. One drop of sweat from his nose hit his lip next to the cum, and, without thinking, his tongue snaked out and lapped up both. Upon seeing him unknowingly swallow his sperm, my balls jumped, and I pushed the teen all the way down on my dick, having briefly forgot that he was not as slutty as the football stud or some of my other regulars. He cried out loudly as he hopped off my cock, turning around and revealing his hard on to Peter. As if the spell had been broken, Peter’s eyes focused on the boy’s 5 inch almost hairless penis and revealed panic. The teenager began to bitch about it hurting and needing a break as he took a hit and smiled at Peter, who was already dressed and using the boy’s tee shirt to wipe off his cum. Stammering about homework, Peter took one last horrified look before tossing the shirt back in the room and making his escape. “That was weird, where’d he have to go?” The twink’s question made me furious, mostly because I somehow blamed him for scaring Pete away. I threw the boy over my shoulder and carried him into my bedroom, tossing him on the bed. I told him to shut his eyes, and like a fool he did so, just long enough for me to handcuff him to the headboard. I fucked his hole for four hours, all while envisioning Pete’s cum shot. I’ve never used a new hole the way I used his that afternoon, but I didn’t regret a moment of it, even when he screamed so loud I had to back hand him or when he left in tears. (He called me two days later to see if I’d do it again, so I’m pretty sure he didn’t regret it either.) I was about to jump in the shower, when I heard a knock at my door. Oh great, I thought, blondie is back to cry some more. Nothing ever surprised me more or made me happier than finding a shirtless, smiling Pete. Part 2 “So is the blond bitch gone?” Pete said, walking past me into the living room, picking up my pipe and taking a hit. “Yeah, just kicked his ass out. Figured five loads was enough in one teenager today.” I snatched up my sack and offered to load a fresh bowl. “Five? Nice! Sorry I couldn’t stick around, just had to peace-out after that.” Pete said, watching me start the fresh bowl, and licking his lips, reminding me of the cum he’d eaten off of them earlier. “No worries, just figured you freaked getting off while I fucked a dude and you fingered yourself” I tried to gauge from his smoke intake whether or not this would send him back into the awkward guilty phase he’d been in earlier, but his smooth exhale revealed nothing. “Nah man, I’ve had plenty of fingers up my ass before.” This time I coughed, choking more on his words than my smoke. “HA! I figured that’d blow your mind man. I never told you cause I figured you’d try and pull some gay shit on me, but I’ve been fingering my ass since a friend showed me a book that mentioned it when I was 14, man! And you know there is nothing better than having some bitch fiddling with your hole when you cum in her twat…or, well I guess you don’t know. But seriously, I just got weirded out cause I forgot you were fucking a dude till right that second. I’m expecting him to turn around with tits and twat, and instead I get abs and cock, it threw me.” I laughed, and suddenly all was right in the world again. Pete began coming over whenever I had company, unless the guy wasn’t into partying or something, in which case I’d tell him I was busy and he’d wait for the dude to leave. Mostly, he’d smoke a bowl, and leave as the action got started or just ignore it until we moved to the bedroom and he’d disappear across the hall. Sometimes, if the guy was feminine enough or could really suck and ride my cock, Pete would stick around, although it took months for him to get comfortable enough to start jerking in front of me again. One Friday night a top buddy of mine and I went club hopping and brought back a sweet young freshman. Smooth from his eyebrows down for swim team, and only about 5’5”, he was begging to lose his innocence with his black curly hair, full lips, and crystal blue eyes. He kept the hair in a masculine style, and dressed very manly, but it did little to hide how pretty he was. Once we got him back, my buddy admitted to slipping some g in the boy’s drink, which explained why he had gone from uptight and against everything to care-free, and into anything. Soon enough he was stripped down, and putting on a thong with the superman logo on the crotch that he found in my underwear drawer. We immediately called him Superboy, which made him giggle and start in on some story, so we kept his mouth busy with the pipe and our cocks. Usually Pete was out trolling for tail on Fridays, but around 30 mins after we got home, I received a text from him, asking if he could stop by and smoke. I figured this wouldn’t be his scene, until I looked up and realized that, in his thong, superboy looked very fem, especially with my cock in his mouth, purring around my cock as my buddy ate his pink hairless hole. I texted okay. Two minutes later, after a slight pause when he realized I wasn’t alone, Peter was perched in an arm chair, hands in his ball shorts, growing a sizable puddle of precum and sucking at the pipe. My buddy tried to get him to join us when Superboy went to use the bathroom, at which point Pete explained he was only there to look, not touch. My buddy laughed and asked him if he wanted any G then. Pete looked stumped till I explained what it was. He probably would have answered no, but my buddy knew Pete’s type, and mentioned that the three of us has had double what we’d give him. Truthfully, between Superboy, my buddy and me, we had taken double the amount Peter would get, we just didn’t specify that most of it had been unknowingly taken by Superboy. Pete, true to form, replied "Okay, I'm sure I can handle a small dose." Superboy got back just in time to see Pete make a face as he swallowed a cap full of G. At this point I’d had enough of prepping Superboy’s ass, and decided it was ready for dick. Without removing his super thong, I pulled him into my lap, pushed aside the thong strap and shoved my lubed fingers into his hole. Luckily his mouth was full of my buddy, so he couldn’t scream if he wanted to. Working quickly from two to three to four digits, I whipped them all out, before replacing them with about eight inches of my cock. Superboy flailed and tried to escape, but my buddy would have none of it, holding his arms while I began to thrust up and down, in and out of the hairless pink hole. From Pete’s angle in the arm chair, I was sure it looked exactly the same as if two 30 year old straight guys were pounding a short-haired high school girl. The illusion was further perfected by Superboy’s nipples pointing straight out from our twists and pulls, not to mention the fact his small pecs could be interchangeable with a young girl’s breasts. I wondered if I could get Pete to join in if I’d had a bra or a wig on super boy, but was surprised to glance over and find Pete fully nude, fingers in his ass, pounding away on his dick. My buddy had his back to Pete, which was probably the only thing saving Pete’s ass from getting raped. This didn’t stop Superboy’s ass from a raping though, as I was now standing upright, pounding away at his hole, all the way in and out each time. My buddy couldn’t stand it, and decided to pull Superboy off his cock just long enough to flip him around. My moan of disappointment was matched only by Superboy’s whimper, until my buddy shoved his extremely fat 7 inch dick into his hole. Superboy babbled something unintelligible just long enough for me to tell him to shut up before I had my cock deep in his unwilling throat. My eyes dared not linger on Pete, since I didn’t know if I should draw any attention to his frantic, passionate hand job, but I could see enough to know he seemed frustrated that he hadn’t shot yet. He once told me he couldn’t cum when he’d tried weed and tina together, and I figured the gina/tina combo was having the same effect. This didn’t stop his dick from pouring buckets of precum out over his fist, to the point where he was scooping it up in his other hand and using it as anal lube, which gave my balls a tingle. Now the main reason I didn’t often join my buddy in threesomes was his stamina. When I party, I like to fuck for hours, sometimes even a whole day. He was more the type to get the hottest ass he could, and fuck it savagely till he dropped his load, then bail. And that’s precisely what happened. Instead of watching for warning signs and suggesting he pull out or take a break, I was trying to discreetly watch Pete while choking Superboy till he was red in the face. So when I heard my buddy yell ‘I’m gonna fuckin cum!’ I knew I was too late. Superboy pulled away just long enough to try mumble something. “Don’t in me, no cum, Don’t cum in me!” Too late I thought as my buddy’s fingers gripped tightly into Superboy’s hips. He was balls deep shooting a thick juicy load where no man had shot before. Superboy whimpered but I shoved him back on my cock as my buddy finished cumming and slowly pulled out. Pete was suddenly aware of how naked he was, and pulled his underwear up over his leaking dick. I groaned a little when I saw that unlike his usual CK boxer briefs, he was wearing a pair of silky tighty-whiteys. The material bulged conspicuously around his hard on, but didn’t let his precum seep through as I expected. “Well boys, I’ve lubed him up for you, so get some man hole while the getting’s good.” My buddy slid on his jacket as the final layer of clothing, picked up some Tina from the table, and pushed it deep into Superboy’s ass. He reached down to get the G, before noticing Pete, who still couldn’t keep his hands off of his brief-encased stiffy. “I’m gonna leave the Gina for you boys, just in case.” He winked at me as he said this, and headed out the door. I released Superboy from my dick finally, which allowed him to slip his button down shirt over his exposed shoulders, buttoning a single button near his pectoral muscles and was surprised that he still seemed eager to keep going. “Lets smoke another bowl, but can we do it in the bedroom? It’s not comfortable getting fucked standing up.” He smiled and grabbed my dick. Pete looked worried, since the bedroom was usually his cue to leave. “You’re welcome to join us for some more,” I said, indicating the pipe and baggy I was collecting for the journey. “I dunno, if you guys want your privacy-” Pete stood nervously, while still palming his hard on. “Not even a little bit man,” Superboy knelt and began dividing the remaining Tina on the coffee table into two lines. “I’m down for whatever, whoever, whemever, I mean whenever. Fuck this stuff has my head flying.” “You guys finish those lines and I’ll get us some drinks and we’ll all meet in the bedroom.” I walked into the kitchen with the Gina, Tina, pipe and torch, quickly mixing some rum and cokes, both Pete’s and Superboy’s with a little extra Gina. I looked out into the living room as I balanced all the goodies and drinks on a tray, and witnessed Superboy refusing to move to let Pete do his line. “if you want this line, you’ll have to come get it.” Pete moved in behind Superboy, laying his full front, woody and all, against Superboy’s ass and back. I heard Pete’s loud sniff, but watched as he continued to press his weight against the tight smooth buns below him. “I’m straight dude,” Pete said, almost too quietly for me to overhear. “That’s cool, just think of me as your high-school sweat heart until I’m done with this bump.” Superboy sniffed his line, while pulling one of Pete’s hands around him, under his shirt and onto his girlish nipple. They both swayed slightly as Superboy finished the line and leaned back till they were upright and moaning quietly. Pete’s other hand dropped between them and I wondered where it was headed until I heard Superboy’s moans. “Uhhhh, yeah, finger my pussy.” Superboy and Pete held that position for a minute, making my dick throb and produce a nice thick drop of semen, which I caught in Pete’s glass before it could sag to the counter. Superboy’s hands were now working their way behind him, probably all over Pete’s cock. Finally I coughed and walked with the tray and goodies into the bedroom. As if they’d been caught robbing a bank, both boys shot to standing and began to walk in behind me, although Pete’s hand remained between Superboy’s cheeks. “Pete, can you grab the torch from in there when you come,” I said, causing Pete to finally pull out his cummy finger, and turn around, searching for a torch he wouldn’t find. Superboy joined me in the bedroom, and, as planned, I took this moment to push my plans further. “You are so fucking sexy, you are making me so hard, and I really want to see my friend Pete fuck you, would you like that?” I whispered into his ear while undoing his shirt button, and tying the shirt tales into a loose knot. This gave a hint of shadow on Superboy’s chest, which looked more and more like ladies cleavage, especially with his hard nips poking out under the material. "Fuck yes," he replied, "but he said he was straight,” whispered Superboy as I ran my fingers through his curls, making a few ringlets fall over his brow. “Don’t worry about that, just make sure you don’t hold back on screams and moans when I’m fucking you. And if you get the chance, suck his dick, but don’t let him cum, okay?” He nodded okay and climbed onto the big bed, taking the pipe and hitting it. “Oh here it is Pete, never mind.” I shouted to him, while putting in a bi porn on the 48” tv in my room, one which featured two bigger dudes fucking a slim, smooth teenage girl who looked similar to Superboy (except for Superboy’s thong-covered Tina dick). Pete came in right as the film started, stroking his cock through his tight briefs. I handed Pete the pipe and his drink, and then slid onto the bed between Superboy’s legs. I began kissing his sweet chest and pulled the shirt aside just enough to suck on one nipple. Superboy moaned, ignoring the pipe Pete was trying to hand to him. I grabbed it instead and shot gunned a huge hit to Superboy. “Why do you do that?” I looked at Peter when he asked the question? He was sitting on the bed next to me and Superboy, stroking his hard on and fingering his tight hole. I shoved a few fingers in Superboy’s ass and handed him the pipe while I answered. “It is like getting a second hit. You inhale what the other person exhales and get twice as high.” Peter looked skeptical. “If you wanna try it and see, take a shot gun from Superboy here.” Superboy was about to light up, giggled at his nickname, and smiled at Pete. Pete, looking conflicted, downed most of his rum and coke (and g) and nodded in agreement. He leaned down to Superboy’s soft lips and took the shot gun. His lips floated a half inch from Superboy’s, until I “accidentally” pushed his head down so they kissed while it happened. Pete didn’t stop kissing Superboy as he re-exhaled the smoked from his nose. Meanwhile, I had slipped Superboy’s legs over my shoulders, and began to fuck his ass. I pulled Superboy to the end of the bed with my dick still in his ass, breaking his kiss with Pete. Flipping Superboy on this stomach, with my dick still in him, I began fucking him harder while taking a big hit. To my shock, Pete sat up, finished his drink, and leaned in to shot gun with me. This time, he went in fully and our lips met as I exhaled into his sucking mouth. He exhaled back into mine while I held his head close and continued to make out with him. At this angle, Pete’s dick was close enough to Superboy’s mouth, that he easily began to suck his dick. Pete moaned as we continued to kiss, and I played with his nipples and chest hair while I fucked Superboy’s ass. Pete reached behind himself and began to finger his hole with three fingers, which gave Superboy an idea. He grabbed my hand that was on Pete’s chest, put it on Pete’s cock, and then slid his head beneath Pete’s open legs and began rimming and fingering his hole, all of which I could see in the dresser mirror behind them. This was far too hot for me, and suddenly I could feel my load surging into my urethra and out into Superboy’s ass. “Fuck I’m cumming inside him,” I said, pulling away from the kiss. Pete’s eyes widened as he looked down and grabbed my balls, feeling them pulse into Superboy’s ass. His hand on my nether regions made me cum even harder, and I pulled him back into a kiss as I stroked his cock. Finally his squeezing and Superboy’s ass was too much, so I pulled out and excused my self into the bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face, I could hear rearranging in the bedroom and I was afraid Pete might be trying to leave. I peeked-out the door and smirked as I saw Superboy forcing Pete onto his back, straddling his hard cock, and sinking it into his hole. “No, I’m straight man, we can’t do…” He trailed off, the G obviously impairing his thought process. His hips involuntarily began thrusting up into Superboy, and I walked out to join them. Pete was so high he barely noticed me taking a few big hits off the pipe in a row and shot gunning them into his mouth. He repeatedly sucked on my tongue and made out with me after each hit, becoming more and more open to my ministrations. I moved down between his legs and inserted a large crystal as far up his ass as my fingers could go, happy to see that his butt was thoroughly cleaned out, probably from his Friday night ritual of fuck prep, in case some girl fingered him. I worked my thick fingers into his hole while Superboy worked his ass up and down over the hard on. The frustration was beginning to show on Pete’s face when four of my fingers were inside him and he was still no closer to cumming. Time for the pièce de résistance in my brilliant plan. Earlier in the evening Superboy said he had an early swim practice the next morning and absolutely had to leave by 3:00 A.M. I pulled out of Pete’s ass and walked into the living room and began to collect Superboy’s clothes into a neat pile by the bathroom door, while writing a text. Returning to the bedroom, I pulled my strategically placed briefs off my clock radio, revealing that it was almost 4:00. “Hey boy, didn’t you need to leave by 4:00?” I reminded Superboy while taking a big hit and shot-gunning it into Pete’s mouth. “Fuck it. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Reluctantly I pulled away from Pete’s sweet lips. The little shit was going to ruin my plan. “Are you sure? I texted my buddy and he said he’d be happy to come back and give you a ride to the dorms, he lives only a few minutes away, so he should be here any minute.” The idea he might get a free ride seemed to pause his drug-filled mind. Right on time my doorbell rang, and sure enough, it was my buddy. Just like I figured, he’d had enough time away to get hard again, and seeing Pete fuck Superboy had him naked in no time. Superboy screamed a little as my buddy’s cock slid in to Superboy’s ass next to Pete’s cock, but it only took a moment for him to get used to it before he begged for more. I knew he’d be sore and ripped apart tomorrow, but if anything that only made me happier, especially seeing how hard his previously tiny cock had gotten. I focused all my attention on my buddy for the next five minutes, rimming his hole and pinching his nips. Finally he grunted and began to shoot into Superboy again, fucking him so hard he fell forward, and Pete’s cock slipped out into the cool air. Superboy kissed Pete and jerked his own cock, before spewing a small load onto Pete’s belly, which hardly fazed Peter. My buddy, as habit would predict, was ready to go. It was a good thing Superboy’s clothes were neatly stacked, otherwise he wouldn’t have been dressed in time to get the ride I promised. Before Pete could even sit up, Superboy and my Buddy were gone, supposedly to drop him off, but more likely ending up with Superboy chained to my buddy’s headboard for another load. Pete groggily sat up and sucked at the pipe I was lighting for him, eagerly exhaling into my mouth before kissing me deeply. “Damn man, I rurly wunted to cum in thet cunt, but my dick wudn’t shooooot.” Pete was the perfect mix of high and g-drunk, stroking his cock and fingering his hole as best he could in that state. “Well I might be able to get you off if you’ll let me try something Pete.” I said, before taking another hit and shot gunning it into his mouth. He wrapped an arm around my neck causing our chests to rub together. Giving in, I rolled around with him on the bed for a few moments, before repeating my offer. “Hmmm? Zure, goferit.” Pete said before kissing me again. He seemed to be really into making out now. He’d told me once it was his favorite thing to do when he was drunk and about to fuck some girl, and although I usually didn’t enjoy it very much, I was hard as a rock knowing I was one of two guys who had kissed him, and would be the first to make him cum while doing it. He whined a little as I pushed him back onto the bed, and spread his legs. I easily worked four fingers into his hole, and every time I pressed one against his prostate, it elicited a moan and some precum, which I used to lube my cock. Neither his dick or mine had ever been as large as they were now, at least to my knowledge, so I prayed I wouldn’t have to work too hard to force my fat dick inside him. Luckily, the booty bump I’d given him, combined with his g-state worked like a charm. “Oh fuck.” Was all he could mutter while I slid my entire cock, inch by inch, into his tiny hole, his knees bent over my forearms. His eyes were screwed shut, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain that I could see. His cock throbbed and leaked more precum than before, and I only paused for a quick hit and shot gun before beginning my assault. He clawed at my shoulders and made out with me like a starving whore while I worked my way from sweet gentle love making to hardcore ass breeding. I wouldn’t allow his hands near his cock, since I could feel his prostate pulsing with each thrust. Sweat began to pour off of me in buckets as I pounded away, covering us both in a sweet smelling sheen. “Open your eyes Peter, and look at the cum dump you’ve become.” I sat up, hooked Pete’s ankles over my shoulders and began my nastiest, rough fuck while Pete’s eyes locked onto my root disappearing under his balls with each stroke. He looked away, presumably in shock or disgust, only to catch a better view in the dresser mirror. “Oh fuck, yer all thuh way in.” He slurred, reaching up and jacking his dick. I glanced up and witnessed the same thing, and knew it would only take a moment for my balls to empty. Silently, I prayed I’d get him off too, but honestly, I was getting mine in the ass I’d coveted for months, so what did I care? So I sped up, and lifted my self further onto him , so he was now bent in half, getting fucked deeper than almost any boy in the bed before him, and jerking his cock only a few inches from his own mouth. “Oh shit, Erm Comma!” His indiscernible moaning meant little to me, until I felt his hole spasm, and looked down in time to catch one, two, three…in total eight streams of white jizz paint his pecs, neck, chin, lips and tongue. This started my own orgasm and I barely remained conscious while pumping my biggest (at least it felt like my biggest) load ever into his previously virgin hole. I collapsed next to him, with his legs splayed awkwardly, one under me, the other on my legs. Smiling, Peter licked the cum from his lips, and I quickly scooped more up, rubbing it on my own face. He leaned in and we made out some more, while I made him suck up every drop of cum he’d spilled. “Derit agen.” He said, half asleep a few minutes after we’d stopped kissing, now spooned with my hard on against his ass. “Excuse me jizzrag, did you say something?” I said, while jerking his dick back to hardness. His eyes lazily opened, he grabbed my cock, and sloppily tried to insert it back into his hole. “Do it Uhgen. Pleeeeeez.” Aha, do it again please. I smirked, lined up my dick with his hole and forced it back in. He whimpered and tried to roll out from under me, possibly regretting this request, but I was going to “derit agen” now, one way or another. I rolled on top of him and used his hole some more, first doggie style, then on his stomach, and finally with him bent over the side of the bed. I came twice more inside him before rolling him on to the bed and discovering a small jizz slick where he’d cum from rubbing against the bedspread while I pounded his pussy. I made him lick it up, and upon seeing his ass in the air and tongue slurping up his load, I couldn’t help fucking him full of a fourth final load as the sun rose outside my window. I smoked another bowl with him while trying to understand what he was mumbling about. “Thet wuz duh best fuck ever bruh.” He was sober enough now to stand and slide his briefs back on, before stumbling out to the living room to find the rest of his clothes. “Best ever huh? You think you want to try it again?” I said, shot gunning more smoke into his mouth. Now he pulled away once the smoke had cleared from his mouth, telling me he was aware enough to avoid kissing. “Yez, I wanna cum in that lul smooth super guy necks time ok?” He was fully dressed now, and taking a hit. I turned his mouth towards me for a shot gun, but he turned away and exhaled. The spell was broken. “I needs to get sum sleep, k? See ya lates.” He stumbled across the hall into his apartment, which he’s apparently left unlocked for the whole time. I was too wired to sleep, so instead I went into my bedroom and pulled a remote from behind the headboard. A few buttons pushed, and suddenly I was watching the view from my hidden camera, beginning when Superboy came into the bedroom. I laid back and began to jerk, loaded another bowl, and puffed while chatting with some cum-sluts online until I passed out around 9am. Chapter 3 I woke up around 1pm, blinded by the sunlight coming in my bathroom window. I got up and took a piss, showered and ate some food before I realized my tv was on and still showing the fucking from the night before. So it really had happened, I thought, when I watched as I fucked Pete’s ass for the fourth time before he got dressed and left. I rewound until right before the first time I entered his hole, and zoomed in on his hole. Thank god I’d fucked him at the angle I did that first time, because I had an almost perfect shot of his tight ass as I slid inside him. My cock jumped and some precum shot out into my jockstrap under my shorts. Suddenly it occurred to me that this video might be the only thing I’d have left of my friendship with Pete, and that was okay. I knew I’d seeded his ass and there’d be no way he could forget it with how much cum he’d be leaking today. Plus, if he decided to cry rape, I’d show him the video where he asked for it numerous times and smoked illegal substances, and I’d be off scott free. Still, the semi-decent human being inside me made wonder if he’d be okay, so I went across the hall to check. I knocked lightly, in case he was asleep, but the still unlocked door swung open slightly. Good sign he’s still passed out or unaware of what happened, I thought, until I heard moaning coming from his bedroom. Quietly I walked to his bedroom door, and peered inside. My dick jumped again when I saw Pete laying on his mattress on the floor, jerking his dick as hard as he could, with something resembling a cucumber going in and out of his ass. Another dick jump occurred when I looked at his laptop screen and saw the video he was watching: a young guy, much like Pete, balls deep in a tranny, while a 30-something body builder, somewhat like me, was balls deep in the young guy. Right as the body builder pulled out and shot on the young guys hole, before shoving his cock back in, Pete started to moan and use both hands to pound away at his dick. Nothing happened, to my disappointment, and Pete’s too. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, why can’t I fucking cum now?!?!?” He tossed the laptop on to the bed next to him and stormed across the room to his desk chair, sitting down and forcing the cucumber all the way in. He continued to pound his pud and moan for a few more minutes before his moans turned into words. “Damn it fuck my pussy-ass you son of a bitch, cum up my cunt so I can cum.” I had heard enough. Tip-toeing back to the front door, I knocked loudly before banging it open. “Hello, Pete? It’s me man, you left your door open.” I loudly walked towards his bedroom, as I heard him scramble to catch the door before I got there. “Pete? You okay man?” “Don’t come in here man! I’m, uh, I’m not dressed.” The door slammed and a lock clicked into place. I smiled and sat down, imagining him sliding the cucumber out and hiding it, along with his laptop, hunting for shorts, sweating bullets that I was this close to catching him begging for me or some imaginary faggot to breed his hole. He emerged a few minutes later to find me shirtless, smoking a fresh bowl and watching his TV. “Sup Pete? Thought you might need a bowl after all the shit that went down last night?” I smiled and handed him the bowl, which he reluctantly took. I was obvious in checking out his stiff dick through his shorts, before winking at him. He blushed and took a huge rip off the pipe. “About last night –” He inhaled again, but I moved in quickly and forced him to shot gun it into my mouth, while I palmed his dick. He froze, moaning, and puffing back into my mouth before coming to his senses and pushing me off. “Stop it dude! I wanted to tell you, last night was a mistake man. I don’t know what I was thinking, but it can’t happen again, you get me?” “That’s bullshit and you know it Pete,” I said while sliding my hand up his shorts and teasing his asshole with my finger. “You enjoyed that shit as much as anyone else there, hell you begged for me to fuck you more. So be a fucking man and at least admit you wanted it. Otherwise your slutty ass can find a new sugar daddy to support your partying.” He sat, silent and stunned while I continued to finger his hole. I held the pipe out with my other hand, offering him the opportunity to admit he wanted more of the Tina and my cock without needing to say it. Torn, he closed his eyes and reached out. Smiling, I handed him the bowl, and slid off his shorts while he took another hit. So almost nine months after we first met, bonding over our shared experiences of filling slutty holes with our cum loads, here we were. Me, reaffirmed as the best fucker in the building. Him, torn down and transformed into a cum-loving cunt, happiest when getting high and used as a cum dumpster. The rest of that day I spent using his holes all over that apartment, and by nightfall, he was finally learning how to deep-throat and take my cock balls deep without complaining. He avoided me for a couple weeks while his hole healed up, but soon enough he was spending every other night bouncing on my rod. Eventually I began letting him join me in fucking some of my regulars and even showed him how to pick up dudes in bars and online. He’d invite over some of his exes or some bitch from work or school, and fuck her till she was sore, but I had him trained well, so he’d only cum with me inside him. Once the year was up, he cancelled his lease and moved into my second bedroom, only spending time in there to study, change clothes, and sleep one off. The rest of the time we were in my room, building our reputation as the hottest top couple in the area. Every time some new college boy comes over, we use him till he needs crutches, kick him to the curb, and spend the rest of the night with my cock in his ass. I might grow tired of him at some point, but he recently introduced me to our new neighbor, a law student who’s fiancé lives across the country and doesn’t know how much he’s begun to enjoy partying and watching porn with the dudes across the hall. Tonight he’ll be joining us and Superboy for some Tina, porn and drinks. Pete told him to clean up and out in case we find some bitch to fuck who likes to eat ass. Lawyer boy loves that idea. I hope he loves getting bred too…

This is essentially another BZ member's story. PissPigBrooklyn sent me his true story and I just expanded it and added some details I'd imagined. You may disagree after reading this, but I don't think there's anything 'wrong' with me. I just wanted HIV, and had been trying to convert for a long period of time. Why? It was one of my many fetishes, but I'd more or less given up when I met an old acquaintance at an art gallery opening. He had actually been a former escort i had engaged. (It's yet another fetish.) I remarked on how much weight he had lost and he said well he was likely to lose even more. I knew why and asked if he was on meds. He shrugged. I asked if he had it when we fucked a few (about 4 or so years earlier_. He said no, not to worry. I said too bad. He pulled me aside and undid his pants showing me a biohazard tat on his hip. I traced it rather longingly and he put me on my knees where i traced it with my tongue (never told anybody this part and we were only a few feet from the crowd at the exhibit barely hidden.). He looked at me with interested eyes and asked "Really? You chasing?" "Like a hound after a fox," I said using the first cliche that came to mind. He said that he had a pretty high viral already when tested two months before and that he was sure he could do something about that. I could feel my breathing starting to change to shorter pants. "What did you have in mind?" I thought immediately of a friend who was also chasing and told Bill how we had been planning a conversion party but had only been able to find one, maybe two guys to do the deed for the two if us. In that full crowded room, Bill took my hand and guided it to the crotch of his pants. He was rock hard! "I'm in" he said. "You sure are," I responded. The following day I contacted my friend and we began to make immediate plans for the party. We had two more guys besides Bill interested in it and within two days and thanks to a Craig's List posting, another guy seemed really interested in it. We set a date and I rented a room at a midtown hotel. Of course things began to go wrong immediately. Two of the guys cancelled, including the Craig's List guy and a subsequent ad yielded no true results. I had begun to give up hope when I called Bill with the last postponement. He had been very patient through almost a month and a half of waiting saying not to worry, his viral load was probably only climbing higher (it had been 350k three months before) Bill said he would wait but was scheduled to leave town right after Thanksgiving. This was in late October. he offered to do me alone by himself. I said that if something didn't happen by Thanksgiving, we would. Suddenly things began to fall into place. One of the people who had backed out was suddenly available again and another friend of the other bottom had agreed to go off meds in order to top at the party. Now THAT is a real friend! There were now four tops and two bottoms. We scheduled it for the day after Thanksgiving! Black Friday indeed. Everyone including Bill was happy. Maybe he expected to get paid for this -- but I was already stretching my budget with renting a hotel room in midtown. Hell....if I got what I wanted, I'd pay the man. He was very European, foreign-looking. I'll describe him as an Italian Mick Jagger if you need a mental picture. That Friday arrived and I couldn't eat anything. My heart raced and I felt a little dizzy at times. Nerves. I was definitely not having second thoughts because I'd been wanting this so long. I was energized with excitement and anticipation. The hotel wasn't what you'd call 'plush', but it nice and roomy. There were two Queen-sized beds and eight pillows. It already smelled nice, but I lit a scented candle I'd been given as a gift by somebody in my family. It made a nice glow as the sun began to get lower in the sky. My chaser buddy came to the room first. I could tell he'd been drinking a little, and I wondered why I hadn't brought some booze to this thing. Whatever...we could just raid the minibar if needed. In fact, I needed a shot of something right that second. My friend and I each had a couple of drinks before that first knock at the door. It was Bill, looking hot as ever. He even had cologne on. He looked around the room and decided it would work. "How many others are coming?" He asked. "There will be six total. Want a drink?" "I'm good for now. Maybe later. The candle is nice -- what's the smell?" I'd completely forgotten. In the next fifteen minutes, all the other tops had arrived. I was really uncertain as to how this should get started, but Bill just stripped bare. I guess that was good as an ice-breaker as any. I got naked and then so did the rest. My buddy had already picked out the dick he wanted and the two of them went at it. I could see the top guys bony ass pumping up and down into my lucky pal. He was going to get it for sure.. I'd already promised Bill the first fuck, and he moved in close to me. I think the part of all of this was how much heat his naked body gave off. He was maybe feverish or just energized by lust. He felt hot to the touch. I wanted to be burned. He was taller than me, but much lighter, and still took me over quickly. I was on my back with him forcing his way into me. He entered me slowly, using just some gun oil. The other tops were fooling around with each other and one of them lit up a joint. Shit -- I'd have to pay extra for that because this was a non-smoking room. I didn't care. I'd take out a second mortgage on my house for the sensations I was having. As Bill found his way inside of me, deeper and deeper, he started talking in a low growling voice... "You're going to take my dirty seed and make it part of you. Understand?" I was in pure heaven. The world could end now. "Yeah." "It's going to be with you forever. You'd better be sure because there's no turning back. You fucking sure you're ready?" I realized I could change my mind. He was giving me choice. At that second I decided once and for all that I was chasing HIV and not just fantasizing. This was real. So I quietly reassured him. "Yes. Fuck me hard and deep. Fill me with your toxic seed. I surrender to it." Well, I didn't have to say any of that because he announced he was shooting his death load...and telling me how sick I would become. I shot a load just as he was pulling his soft dick out. I tried to remember everything about the moment...the smells, shadows and sounds. I'd wanted this too long to ever forget it. The other tops fucked me, but they weren't as talented as Bill...especially with the poz talk. One of them didn't say anything, and the others just said generic things like "Take this dirty bug" and "Death is beautiful". It all felt good, but I missed Bill's penis in me. We went at it one last time, but is was easier and slower. His body was so heated...he must have a fever. Then the party disbanded. My friend I had a celebratory drink and then fell into an exhausted sleep. Bliss. I got the expected 'fuck flu' in early January and tested poz the next week. Happy Ending.

It's hard to believe that it is now 2015 and it has been two years since I moved to Amsterdam to live with Will after knowing him for only six weeks. We live in an apartment bang in the Centrum part of the city, just five minutes walk from the leather bars. I am now 20, he is 38 and I remember the night we met and the next few weeks like it was only yesterday. A few days after turning 18, I had an argument with my girl friend and we split up. I'd always known I liked men, so plucked up the courage to go to a gay bar. (As it turns out it's a well known bar for men into raunchy scenes, but I didn't know that at the time.) I stood outside for what seemed like hours, trying to get the courage to go in, but in reality it was only about 30 minutes. In that time, I counted 14 men who went in to the bar. After going through the doors, I quickly scanned the room and went straight to the bar. I felt like all the eyes were on me as I ordered a coke. I stood shaking on the inside and drank the coke in about 60 seconds. I had just finished the coke when someone behind me asked if I wanted another. I turned to decline the offer, but a stud of man was behind me and without knowing I would, I ended up saying “Yes, thanks.” He asked if it was my first time as I looked very nervous. I replied that it was my first time so he suggested that we go to the corner with our drinks and chat where I would feel more comfortable. He introduced himself as 'Will'. "Hi, Will. I'm Jake," I replied. Will explained that he was from Holland staying in a friend's house whilst doing some work. I could hardly look at Will because he was so stunning and had an aura of masculine sexuality. He was tall, dark, handsome and he had what looked like a rock hard body. I am, 5' 5", have a 27 inch waist, and have short dark blonde hair. In contrast to my slight build, I thought Will to be a man's man, and I was in heat. I noticed Will checking over my body and he turned the conversation to sex. He asked if I'd had sex with a man. "No, I haven't. I've just broken up with my girlfriend," I replied. "I'd love to have fun with you, and I know you won't be disappointed," was Will's reply. I hesitated replying and the next thing I knew, Will grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. I nearly shot there and then as I could feel a massive long hard cock. It felt like it must be at least nine inches. I looked at Will looking for words, but he knew just what to say: "I can see you like what I have for you." With that my hesitation disappeared in a second. "You wanna drop by my place for some fun?" Will asked. Naturally I agreed. During the cab ride back to Will's place, he had his hand on my leg and kept mine on his crotch and we were both boned the entire ride. When we got to his place he made drinks for us and he put on a porn DVD, which depicted two guys, one, the bottom, who was about my age, as he was getting fucked bareback by an older guy. The top eventually shot all over the bottom's ass before sliding back in. "We'll be more comfortable if we strip," Will suggested. I was trembling so bad I could hardly get my pants off, but not to worry. Will helped me. My cock was rock solid and popped against my belly as he pulled down my boxers. I knew Will was big, but when he pulled down his pants, I was stunned by how big he was. His cock was not only long but so thick. He was also uncut, had pulsing fat veins running down his entire cock shaft and he had massive low hanging balls. (I later found out his cock measured ten inches when hard, and about seven inches thick.) He smiled broadly, and suggested I have a feel. It was absolutely amazing, especially because there was a constant drool of pre cum hanging from the head. Will told me to sit on the edge of the bed so my face was level with his cock. He then put his hand behind my head and gently pulled me towards his cock, telling me to kiss it. I didn't need any more urging. Then he said for me to lick the head and taste the pre cum. Although I was still trembling, maybe even more than earlier, I did so and tasted him for the first time. Will bent over and kissed me, our lips covered in his pre cum. It was salty and so exciting to taste. "You like the taste?" he asked. "Yeah, it's great," I replied. "Good, you'll soon enjoy my pre cum lubing-up your ass," Will remarked. "No way, Will. Not only is that risky, but you are way too big.” Will just smiled, saying "That's not a problem." After a short time, Will sucked my cock gently as he knew how close I was to cumming and he didn't want me to do so. He turned me around and looked at my ass. He said it was one of the best he'd seen in ages. Will kissed my ass hole and shoved his tongue in. I never knew that could have felt so good and I groaned so loud and unexpectedly. Will had us all over the bed in various positions from kissing to sucking each other's cocks, but even I could see that he had more interest in my ass. It all worked to relax me and I noticed I was no longer trembling. Before long Will had me on my back, my legs over his shoulders, whilst he leaned over to kiss me. His body was so big compared to mine and it made me feel so safe under him. With his hand, Will rubbed some of his pre cum on my ass hole, fingering some into my ass. The sensation was amazing. Still I repeated myself "I really don't think I can handle your big dick, and in any event, certainly not without a condom." "That's okay. We don't have to fuck, but I just wanna slide my cock up and down your ass crack," Will commented, adding "I'm good at getting ass to relax, if only 'cause I've fucked hundreds, if not thousands of guys. So you know, practice makes perfect." He had me sniff what he later called poppers and it got me buzzing. As he kissed me, I could feel his cock slide between my cheeks. After each slide, he stopped for a few seconds when he pushed his dick head against my ass hole. He would gently push until I groaned in pleasure, then he'd pull back and recommence sliding against my ass. He kept kissing me telling me how good his cock felt against my ass. His cock was dripping huge amounts of pre cum. Each time he pushed his cock head against my ass hole, he left it there a bit longer. Although I was groaning, I told him I didn't want to be fucked. "Don't worry," Will said, "...you don't have to take me." After maybe five minutes, Will slowly pushed more firmly and I felt my ass opening. His huge cock head was half in. "I'll just leave it there for a few minutes before I pull out," Will commented, adding "You don't have to take any more. But I can feel my pre cum lubing-up your ass." He had me sniff more poppers and as he kissed me deep, I could feel him push further into my ass. I groaned again which seemed to encourage him more because he kept telling me how good I was doing and how hot my ass felt. All of a sudden, his head popped passed the first ring and it hurt like fuck. I asked him to stop and he said he'd hold it there for a bit until I got used to it. Will had me sniff more poppers and the pain did stop. He kept telling me again and again how good I was doing and I how my ass was making his cock pulse more pre cum into my ass. I was getting to like the idea of thinking his dick was part inside me and that he liked me so much to fuck me, Slowly he slid further in. No joking, it felt like an arm inside me. All the time I knew I should ask him to stop but I was liking it too much. Every few seconds Will slid further and further into me and every inch made me feel more and more pleased that he liked me so much to do this. Eventually, I felt I could not take any more and when I reached back I could still feel several inches of his cock on the outside. Will was whispering how good his cock felt inside me and how he was going to make love to me and cum in me. He slowly started pulling back until his dick head nearly popped out. He then pushed back in. This went on for sometime, but each time he picked up the pace. He was kissing and telling me he could feel his pre cum leaking into me, making it easier to slide. Will asked if I wanted him to stop. By that time I was enjoying it so much I said no way and and that I wanted him to fuck me. He said he was going to cum in me and all I could say was “yessssssssss shoot in me”. That got him going and he started fucking me even harder. He started breathing real fast and all of a sudden yelled as he was shooting. I felt his cock pulse six times as his ropes of cum shot deep in my ass. He lay on top of me, cock still inside. I realised then from the cum on my stomach, that I had shot when he did and I was amazed that the fucking was so wild, I didn't even realise. When his cock softened, it slowly slipped out and I felt empty without him. Will told me to lie on my stomach so his cum stayed put inside me. He said it was rude not to keep a guy's cum in my ass after he had fucked it there. He got up and had me lick and kiss his cock which by then had gone to its normal seven flaccid inches. I could taste my own ass on his cock and drops of cum still leaking from his cock. It was so hot. Will fucked me all night and shot in me another two times. Next morning my ass was sore and the bed was covered in dry cum that had dripped out my ass. Before we got up Will fucked me again, giving me his fourth load. We swapped numbers and I visited his place the next two nights when he again fucked his loads into me. On the third night I turned up, there were two guys who, Will explained, were waiting to meet me. It turned out they weren't actually Will's friends, but were fellow barebackers who he had met on line. Of course they liked to top ass. So all three of them raw fucked me, but that's a story for next time.

Meth Lab Fuck Down: My phone buzzed. This was the text I had been waiting for. Tonight would be my big break. Had I crossed a few lines to get here? Yeah, sure, but once I made the takedown of the biggest meth cooker in the Mid-Atlantic region, no one would give a shit about that - if they even ever found out. I was careful, wicked careful, and knew how to cover my tracks. Fuck I learned from the best. My dad, one of my uncles and the guy next door were all Drug Enforcement Agents (DEA) and growing up that’s all I ever wanted to be. It was my destiny. Tonight was destiny too and in addition to making my career it would give me the way to get Chris out of the cluster fuck of a life he had made for himself. Chris was the son of the DEA agent who lived next door to us when I was a kid, and my best friend. All my childhood memories involved Chris and because his dad and mine were often gone, Chris was at my house more than he was at his. We were inseparable and when we became teens we learned the ins and outs of life together - always together - that is until he got caught up in drugs. Finding Chris on the back porch lying on his side, drooling, doped out, and a fucking mess broke my heart and no matter what I did or said, Chris would never stay clean for long. After graduation, for our 18th birthdays, we went camping and the tent had barely been set up before Chris had shot up, or snorted up, and was high as shit. Well that just pissed me off so when it came time to crash and time for us to fuck I was not gentle. I fucked him as hard as I could and let out all my anger, frustration, and disappointment into his ass - along with two huge loads of cum. Chris took it all and begged for more and that’s how we spent our camping trip, with him high and me fucking the hell out of him over and over. Not much has changed the past several years. I went to college, got my degree, and followed my dad into the DEA. Chris continued to get deeper and deeper into drugs; his dad kicked him out; but I still looked out for him. I always made sure he had a spot at my place to crash, food, a little cash and in return I fucked him. Hard and rough and raw. I didn’t know if Chris fucked with other guys or not. I didn’t. Never even considered it, but with Chris it was the way things were. Did I ever feel guilty about it when he was fucked up? No. I had dealt with that stupid shit that first night. It just was. We both enjoyed it and in the midst of all the crazy shit it felt normal. Of course Chris was always grateful for the food and place to crash and kept promising he would pay me back, but until then, his ass was mine. My phone buzzed again. It was Chris. “DEAL’S GOING DOWN TONIGHT BY THE OLD PIER. MEET ME THERE AT 11:00.” My heart raced. Chris was my CI - my Confidential Informant. He had admitted one night he had gotten mixed up with a guy named Hawk, who I knew from my DEA briefings was reportedly the biggest meth cooker in the entire region. Every time I had Chris on his stomach and was fucking the shit out of him, I pumped him for info too. What was Hawk’s real name? Where did he hang? Who were his guys? Who did he sell to? And more. Chris seemed to be willing to talk, and even more willing when I would hand over a baggy of powder or a few needles filled with dope. I cared about Chris sure, but knew he was going to get fucked up no matter what, so why not help him out and help me too? He was always chatty when he was high and plus I loved feeling his ass open up for me and milk my cum out. There was nothing better than fucking his ass when he was high out of his God damned mind. His hole was wet, silky, and just sucked my dick and cum. Maybe it was seeing what drugs had done to Chris and his family is why I had never tried them. Yeah I was around the shit all the time, but had never been tempted, not even when Chris would leave shit laying around. Just wasn’t me. At 8:45 p.m. I was down at the old pier, peering between a rusted dumpster and the chimney of an old factory. Chris had told me before that he often did pickups for Hawk where he would deliver Hawk’s meth to someone and then meet Hawk at some out of the way place to give him the cash. During one night when Chris was super high and I had already pumped a load into him, he confessed that he had lied and that he always met Hawk at the place where he cooked the meth. I couldn’t fucking believe it! Instead of being angry I gave Chris a reward - another nut sack full of cum in his punk hole and that’s when he agreed to text me when the next deal went down. A light rain had begun to fall, but that was OK. I had on my DEA windbreaker; my gun was still in my holster, and my phone in my hand so I could quickly call in backup. Chris said it was only ever him and Hawk and no one else. Yet, just in case, I wanted to be prepared. However my plan was take Hawk myself. I needed this. Over the past few hours I had seen only one person go in the door - the man I assumed was Hawk - my prey. My watch showed 11:01. I heard a cough and saw Chris ambling down the alley towards a dimly lit door. He had on the same white shirt he was wearing two days ago when I last fucked him. I had tried to get him to spend the night after I bred him, but he was too wired and bolted as soon as I was done. Chris had flipped up the collar on his shirt I guess in an effort to try to stay dry. Little good that did. It just made him look like some cartoon character - all skin, bones, a head too big for his long limbs. He stopped at the door, knocked, waited, the door opened, Chris said something, then started to walk inside the old factory. My breath caught in my throat. Chris stopped, quickly glanced side to side and behind himself, then bent down like he was tying his shoe. That’s when he was supposed to stuff a wad of paper towel into the door latch hole so that the door would not click shut behind him. I waited until my watch said 11:09. I scanned the alley and confirmed no one was around. My cold, wet fingers found the snap on my holster and with a small click, I released it and eased my gun out. One more check to confirm I was alone and I quickly slid along the brick wall to the factory door Chris had gone in. At the door I paused, waited, listened. I never questioned that Chris would not have done what I had asked. I never even considered the idea that he might have betrayed me. I should have. The factory door eased open on well-oiled hinges. I quickly stepped inside out of the casting of the light. I let my eyes adjust to the darker interior as I tried to calm my breathing and steady my hand. This was it. I replayed in my mind the various scenarios I expected and in each and every one I knew I would have Hawk in handcuffs very soon. I eased my way to the right, following the rough outline of the exterior wall. I heard no voices, saw no movement, but wanted to be sure. The darkness embraced me as I moved, silent, and sure. I continued to edge my way around the outer wall until I came to a cut in - a long, dark hallway with a faint light at the end and the distant echo of voices. I checked around me once more - all was still and silent. I crept down the hall, the light grew brighter. A door was open, an angry voice was saying, “YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU WHEN YOU TRY TO STEAL FROM ME?” I quickly peered through the crack and saw Chris on his knees and a big man - Hawk - standing over him. Compared to Chris, Hawk was a fucking monster. A good foot taller, a good 100 pounds heavier, and all the Aryan tattoos on his forehead and arms only added to the sinister monster look. Yeah this asshole was going down and Chris would be forever grateful. I eased my boot onto the edge of the door and gently pulled my foot back, slowly, to give myself enough space to slip into the room and take Hawk by surprise. BAM! MY WORLD WENT DARK. I winced trying to decide which was worse: the splitting pain at the back of my skull or the slicing pain in my wrists. I moaned. I eased my eyes open and turned my head, which caused a new round of nausea and pain. My wrists were handcuffed and a large chain was threaded between them and connected to a pulley that dangled from the ceiling. I had been stripped naked and was hanging from the chain with my feet barely touching the floor. I assumed from the hot wetness still trickling down my neck that I had been hit and hit hard in the back of the head and that’s what had knocked me out. God damn it! My ears then picked up the moans and groans and sounds of carnal pleasure. I leaned back a little and looked to my right. There was a man - Hawk - naked and fucking Chris who was bent over facing my way. Chris raised his head, closed his eyes and smiled in total fucking ecstasy like he would smile when I had my dick up his ass. He opened his eyes, smirked, closed his eyes again as Hawk hit just the right spot up in his ass, and Chris started bouncing his hips up and down like his hole was in full orgasm. My mouth dropped open. Shit! “GET THE FUCK OFF MY DICK!” Hawk spat as he shoved Chris off his still hard dick. Chris tumbled onto his knees and looked up at Hawk with awe, admiration, and adoration - disgusting! Hawk kicked him in the ribs, “WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAITING FOR? YOU GOT DELIVERIES TO MAKE AND DON’T FUCKING SHOW BACK UP HERE UNTIL I TEXT YOU. NOW GET!” A low growl rumbled in my chest. For Hawk or Chris I don’t know. Clearly I had been set up and clearly Chris was Hawk’s lover or whatever too, but it was the way he treated him. I loved Chris - in my own way - and always did right by him so seeing someone treat him like that just fucking pissed me off. I promised myself right then I would kill Hawk. Fuck the take down! Hawk picked up a plate of crystal meth – bright white lines of powder - that was sitting on the couch and sniffed a few lines using a tattered bill. He wiped his nose, licked his lips, casually sauntered over to me with his monster dick swinging back and forth and when he stopped he said, “WELL, WELL, WELL, AGENT. WE FINALLY MEET AT LAST.” This man - this drug dealer - this filth of humanity that stood before me curled my stomach. I wanted to lash out, but held my tongue as my brain worked to figure a way to escape. Hawk smiled, licked his right index finger, rubbed it around in the plate of white then slid it between the flesh of his gums and lips and hummed as the burning kicked in. His blue eyes flashed open, the pupils distant pricks of black as he eyed me up and down, “YES, I CAN SEE WHY YOUR LITTLE ONE IS SO PROTECTIVE OF YOU - ENAMORED IF YOU WILL. BUT TRULY NOW. YOU AND I BOTH KNOW IT IS NOT REAL. EVEN THE GRATITUDE IS FALSE. YOUR LITTLE ONE IS ONLY A BITCH KIPPE - FAG - FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A MEANS TO AN END. I ON THE OTHER HAND AM THE MASTER. THE SUPERIOR SPECIMEN OF MANHOOD. JUST LOOK AT EVEN HOW MY DICK - STILL SOFT - IS FAR BIGGER THAN YOURS. DO YOU WANT TO FEEL IT? I THINK YOU DO - I THINK YOU MUST!” I twisted and jerked as Hawk stepped behind me. The heat from his body like a hot furnace on a cold winter’s afternoon. I heard the wet slurp of his mouth, then the piercing press of a pointed finger and nail at my sphincter. I tried to adjust my footing but the give of the chain snapped back, sending me onto his coated dart, “YES, SEE? YOU WILL LEARN WHY YOUR LITTLE ONE BEGS FOR MY DICK - BEGS FOR THE FEEL OF MY FORESKIN SLIDING BACK AS I POUND HIS ASS - BEGS FOR ME TO POZ HIS HOLE AND FILL HIM UP WITH MY AIDS. FRANKLY I AM SURPRISED YOU HAVE NOT TESTED POZ YET, BUT MAYBE BECAUSE YOU ARE ON PREP? OR JUST MAYBE BECAUSE YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A TOP? WELL, WE SHALL TAKE CARE OF THAT.” The clear toll of porcelain on concrete, and the pause of his finger assault on my ass, let me know he had set the plate of drugs on the floor. I wanted to beg and plead for him to stop. To tell him I never did drugs. To scream that I was not a bottom and didn’t get fucked. To tell him I was there only for Chris. All plans for trying to talk my way out of it quickly vanished though. My body arched, my veins pumped my blood faster and faster as my heart raced, my skin was scored bloody as Hawk aggressively pushed his dick into my drug coated ass hole. “OH YES AGENT! THAT ASS IS MUCH TIGHTER THAN YOUR LITTLE ONE’S. YOU ENJOY FUCKING HIM DON’T YOU? NOW AGENT, I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE A DRUGGED UP CUMP DUMP. YOU SHOULD BE HONORED. I HAVE COATED YOUR ASS WITH MY LATEST COOK - MY BEST PRODUCT SO FAR AND TOGETHER WE WILL ENJOY THE RUSH! AND AFTER - WELL AFTER WE SHALL SEE….” (*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!)

just got 2 loads in me. plug in, relaxing and having a coffee now

Nice and sleazy day! Hope you get as many or more today. Have fun!

I've had a 10 inch. The guy sadly didnt know how to use it so it wasn't very enjoyable for me, he got off though, but he just kept hitting all the wrong spots inside.

Keep going pozpuppy. Loving this story.

Hi Randy .. thanks for the rep. Any thoughts on whether you'd like to join in with a bit of CBT?

Fill it!

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.

I`d say if you are going to fuck bare then don`t even ask. Even a neg. guy that has not tested in a while can be poz and not know it. Not knowing for sure status is part of the fun . Even if a guys fucks you with a condom it can break. I have had a few break when pounding a cunt hard. It is part of it. I`m a little on the wild side anyway. Once ready to get fucked even if a guy told me for sure he was poz and not on meds. I would still want his cum in my ass. Just because he cums in my ass does not mean 100% chance of getting poz from it.

why ask at all?

When we got to my place. The young boy waisted no time stripping, and at the same time begging to be fucked. The rest of us stripped. The boy got to his knees and took our cocks in his hot mouth to get us hard. While he took turns on the two black guys, I noticed how hot he was. Bigger muscular pecs, arms, and absorb. His dick was as big as the two black guys, and has nice fat low hanging balls. One of the black guys got behind him and began to rim his ass. While he hungrily sucked the other. He moaned in lust. I got on my knees and began to suck his dick.

AWAKENING (Part 2) Brandon woke up with his head throbbing. This was one of the worst hangovers he had experienced in his young life, certainly way worse than he would have been expected from the amount he had drunk the night before. He remembered falling asleep on the couch after the confrontation with Mitch, but as he opened his eyes and looked around he realized he was somewhere completely different. He was lying naked on a small mattress in a small room and windowless room. There was a dim bulb on the ceiling above providing a small amount of light to the room. The mattress was covered in a black sheet that did little to hide the thick plastic mattress cover beneath it. The walls and low ceiling of the room were painted black and had a countless number of eye rings in them. In the dim light it was hard for Brandon to make out much in the corners of the room but it looked like there were speakers and several security cameras positioned there. The floor was concrete and sloped slightly towards the corner furthest away from the door. In that lowest corner was a drain. The small room was warm, so Brandon was at least comfortable despite being naked. As Brandon was surveying the room and trying to remember everything that happened last night, the door opened and Mitch came striding in. It took Brandon a second to recognize the man, as he looked completely different decked out all in leather and walking with an authority and confidence that had only been hinted at the night before. Brandon’s eyes were immediately drawn to the massive bulge that was evident in the tight black leather pants that also showed off Mitch’s powerful legs. Brandon used his hands to cover his genitals and immediately tried to start pleading with Mitch again, “Please Mitch, what’s going on? Where am I? I’m sorry about coming home drunk last night. I’ll be better. I promise.” Mitch cut him off, “Too late for any of that Boy. As for what is going on, you agreed to do everything I say from now on. I’m holding you to that. You had the chance to leave last night, but you chose to stay and made a commitment to me. Up until now you have been a worthless piece of human garbage whose word was as worthless as you are. Since you can’t be trusted to keep your word on your own, I’m going to make sure you start keeping it. I’m also going to make something useful out of you. I’ve been studying you for the last couple of weeks, taking your measure. You will never be a true man, you are too much of a faggot to ever claim to be a man. The main reason you have been so lost in life, is that you haven’t accepted your true self and your true place. You exist to serve and be used by real men. The emptiness inside you feel is because you are fighting against the real you.” His voice was calm, steady, and commanding. Several times Brandon wanted to interject some denial, but he found himself cowed by the intimidating leather clad god standing above him. Mitch continued, “I am going to awaken the submissive cum dump slut slave I know is inside you. Soon you will realize that what you thought was your high self-esteem and self-confidence was just a mask you wore to hide the fact that you are just a lost little boy that needs a real man to take charge of your life for you. A man you can worship, please, and obey. So today you start your journey and new life. That’s what is going on. So from now on you will address me by Sir, Master, or Daddy.” Mitch reached down and cupped the boy’s chin in his hand and lifted his head up, locking eyes with the young twink. “Do you understand that Boy?” He asked. Brandon was shaking, partly from shock, partly from fear, and partly from desire. He swallowed hard then let out a meek, “Yes sir.” “Good Boy,” said Mitch as he let go of the boy’s chin and lightly ran his hand up the side of the boy’s sweaty face then through the boy’s damp blond hair. “Now, as far as where you are, you are in my dungeon and you are not free to leave. Even if you were to somehow over power me, there is a lock to the outside that requires a code. The only way you are ever going to see the outside world again is if you do exactly as I say and accept your new position in life,” he said softly as he continued to stroke the boy’s hair, like he was trying to calm a scared puppy. Mitch’s demeanor changed suddenly as he used the hand on the boy’s head to grab a fistful of the boy’s hair. “Now, your first lesson. Whenever your Master or a real man enters the room, you will stand up and show your respect, letting him know by your body language that you are ready and willing to submit to a superior male. Now get to your feet,” he said then used the fist full of hair he had in his hand to start pulling the boy to his feet. Brandon struggled up to his feet, trying not to get his hair yanked out in the process as Mitch continued to pull on it. Once the boy was on his feet, Mitch released his hold and stepped back slightly, looking over Brandon’s naked body. The boy again covered his genitals with his hands. The twink was slim but not bony. He had a slight tan with a very visually striking Speedo shaped tan line around his groin, which was still milky white. The boy had obviously spent some time at the beach or pool down in San Diego before coming north. “Stand up straight; clasp your hands behind your back just above your ass; shoulders back; keep head slightly bowed. If you need somewhere to focus you can keep your eyes on my crotch,” ordered Mitch. Brandon was nervous and unsure, but he knew that he was out of his depth. He was a prisoner, no, more than a prisoner, a slave. The thought both frightened and excited him. He did as he was ordered, standing up straight, lowering his head, and then very slowly and reluctantly he took his hands off his crotch and put them behind his back. He fought back more tears as his shame was revealed to Mitch. Brandon had always been embarrassed about the size of his dick. Growing up he had always been trying to sneak peaks of other boys and men, checking out their pee-pees, dicks, cocks, or penises. His vocabulary changed over the years, but what did not change was that Brandon’s cock was usually smaller than anyone else except eventually the much younger boys. But Brandon was embarrassed for another reason as well. When he pulled his hands away from his crotch, his little dickie sprang up and slapped against his stomach, fully erect and leaking pre-cum. His cock was uncut and the small red head was pushed halfway out of the hood. His dick was probably about four inches long from the tip to base of his pubis. Mitch looked the twink’s exposed body over. He saw the look of shame on the boy’s face as he exposed his small cock. There was a small well trimmed patch of pubic hair above the base of the boy’s small cock and a light dusting of blond hairs over his balls. As for body hair, there was not that much, just small tufts under his arms, a small patch in the middle of his chest, and light amount on his forearms and calves. The sparse body hair would make shaving the boy easier. Eventually he would sign Brandon up for laser hair removal so that the twink would be permanently free of body hair. It was just one of the permanent changes the man had planned for the boy’s body. “You ashamed of your cock Boy?” asked Mitch, knowing the answer but wanting to get Brandon to admit it out loud. “Yes,” sobbed Brandon. Mitch’s hand flew up and slapped the boy across the face, “That’s Yes Sir, Boy.” “Yes, Sir. Sorry...Sir,” corrected Brandon. “Good Boy. You have nothing to be ashamed about. Your cock size is irrelevant,” said Mitch. “But, uh, its too small to really fuck,” said Brandon before quickly adding, “Sir.” “Why do you say that Boy?” asked Mitch, trying to draw out Brandon. “Well, I can’t satisfy Aiden. When we, err, have sex, he always finishes himself off with a dildo, Sir,” admitted Brandon, his cheeks turning bright red. Mitch laughed, which made Brandon feel even more pathetic. His shoulders slumped. Mitch lightly slapped his hands against the outside of the boy’s shoulders, “Shoulders back, keep your position.” Brandon straightened back up. Mitch gently rubbed his hands up and down the outside of the boy’s arms, calming him. “See what I mean about being lost and not accepting your true nature Bran. You are not a top. You never will be. If you were a top, your boyfriend would not be finishing himself off. It has nothing to do with the size of your cock. I’ve seen great tops with cocks your size that have men and boys begging to submit to them. When I’m done with your training you won’t even care if you have a cock anymore, let alone how big it is,” explained Mitch. He noticed Brandon tense up momentarily. Mitch chuckled and quickly added, “Don’t worry, I like guys with cocks, so I’m not going to cut it off or anything. You’ll still have it, even after you find you don’t even need to touch it to cum.” Brandon breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Thank you Sir.” “Okay, now time to get you ready for your new role in life and continue your training. Can you swallow a pill without water?” asked Mitch. Brandon shook his head. Mitch delivered a light slap to the boy’s taunt stomach, “Always answer verbally unless you are gagged.” “Sorry Sir. No Sir,” answered Brandon. It was obvious from the tone of his voice that he was worried about saying no and disappointing his new Master. Mitch cupped the boy’s chin and raised his face up so he was looking in the boy’s eyes, “Brandon, never be afraid to give me an honest answer when I ask you a question. You will never be punished for being honest. You WILL be punished for lying, but not for being honest. Do you understand that Boy?” “Yes Sir,” answered Brandon. “Good, now open your mouth,” ordered Mitch. When Brandon complied, Mitch worked up a large amount of spit in his own mouth than leaned in and spit it into the twink’s open mouth. Mitch kept his hand on the boy’s chin and pressed his fingers into his cheeks, letting the boy know he was to keep his mouth open. He spit several more times into Brandon’s mouth, splattering the boy’s big red lips, chin, and cute button nose with spittle in addition to filling the boy’s mouth. When Brandon was struggling to keep from swallowing and spit was dripping down his chin, Mitch used his other hand to pull a small round tablet out of the small front inset pocket of his tight leather pants. He dropped the pill into the boy’s mouth. “Swallow,” he ordered as he removed his fingers from the boy’s cheeks and pushed his chin up, closing his mouth. Brandon wanted to ask what the pill was, but his mouth was full of spit and he remembered Mitch’s instructions from the night before that he was to take whatever pills Mitch gave him. He hesitated for a brief moment as he thought about everything that was happening to him. Is this what he wanted? Yesterday when he left the house after dinner in search of finding some older gay man that he could flirt with and tease in exchange for getting the old troll to buy him a pint of vodka to get drunk off of, he would have laughed at anyone that said he wanted to be a slave to a man that was as old as his father. Yet here he was, naked, displaying himself to the man, his mouth full of the man’s spit, an unknown pill in his mouth, and his little dick rock hard. Brandon swallowed the pill. “Good Boy,” said Mitch with an evil grin on his face, “You’re true self, a submissive slut boy, is starting to awaken deep within you. Now to properly mark you as the slave you are, you get a present.” Mitch reached behind him and pulled a leather collar out of his back pocket. He wrapped it around the boy’s small neck, tightened it so that it was snug but still left room for the boy to breath then attached a small padlock and locked the collar in place. “This collar marks you for all to see as my property. It has a tag on it with my phone number and the inscription, ‘For Permission to Use Call’,” explained Mitch. He then pulled a leather blindfold out of his other pocket and put it over the boy’s head, adjusting and tightening it so that is was securely in place over his eyes. He then pushed the boy backwards, causing Brandon to fall onto his back on the mattress. “You can relax for a few minutes while I go get the supplies I’ll need for the next step of your journey. Do not touch your blindfold, trust me, I’ll know,” said Mitch, then he turned and strode out of the room. *** If you are looking for a story that rushes to the sex, I’m sorry but I have trouble righting that way. I like to explore the journey and take my time. Feel free to pm me feedback and suggestions for Brandon’s training (or you can leave it in the thread).

I'm been going to BZ since it opened back in 2000. It's a dive compared to a Steamworks bathhouse, but Friday and Saturday nights are packed with guys ready to fuck. Back in 2000 there weren't many black guys that frequented BZ, but at prime time on weekends, 50% of the guys are Black. As a cumdump, I love all dick, but I have always had a connection with black guys in that they always seem to wanna fuck me at a higher percentage than white guys. I'm pretty sure I'm the biggest cumdump at BZ. I always get one of the better rooms that's a little more discreet. Sometimes guys gather to gangbang me. Other times, guys more discreet (ironic, cause it is a sex club), will fuck me there and not in one of the rooms in the higher traffic areas because they don't want everyone knowing there business. I get more dick now that I am 50 than I ever have? Why? I have a great ass, I have the experience that enables me to use ever muscle in my hole to work dick, I'm a power bottom that can handle all dick, as hard and deep as for as long as a top wants, I have mastered the art of being totally "clean" so there is never a mishap, I treat each cock with the same craving and intensity as any other, and I workout 6 days a week and have the body of a twentysomething. Most guys that fuck mLe are in there 20's and 30's. They don't care about my age. They just want to breed a guy with a nice body and some good ass.ack Back in the early days of BZ, I started to allow guys to fuck me raw, but not cum in me. One of my favorite regulars had a huge cock that always stayed rock hard (I'll call him Derek). And yes, I mean rock hard. Hardest dick I've ever had. He also could cum in me and continue to fuck me until he gave me 3 or 4 loads. He also had a unique reaction to cumming, he would yell obscenities as he was cumming. Everyone at BZ could here him. I always asked tops in those early days to pull out of me when they were going to cum. That all ended when Don decided not to pull out. As he started to cum and started to yell obscenities, he didn't pull out. I could feel his rock hard dick pulsating in me and it was the most amazing feel I ever had as he shot his load deep inside of me. Derek instantly turned me into a Cumdump. After that first time taking his load. I couldn't stop. All I wanted was to feel guys shoot there load in me and feel the cum loads in my ass for the next few days. Loving the feeling of cum dripping down my leg while at work or elsewhere. In those early days, I wasn't a full-fledged cumdump. During those times, I still only took loads from guys I was sexually attracted to. I actually didn't turn into a cumdump until the past 5 years. I turned into a cumdump when I realized that what I wanted most over attractive guys fucking me was feeling a cock inside of me and getting as many loads as I can. And I also started to realize that the less attractive guys should have equal access to a good hole. So I started to rent the better room at BZ and get on all 4's doggy style to let anyone and everyone use me for there pleasure, and therefore giving me the pleasure of their load as well. Sometimes I would turn around to see who was fucking me. Other times I did not. I didn't really care who it was, all I cared about was getting the load. So I quickly established the reputation as the biggest whore of BZ. I think I also intimidated other bottoms in that I established such a following that I was always ensured to get the most dick. So once i became a full-fledged cumdump, I only had a few pet peeves. One being guys that have a hard time getting hard and want to spend 20 minutes trying to get hard because they want to fuck and breed me so bad. I'm a fairly patient guy, so I give them 5 to 10 minutes to get hard and if they still can't i just politely suggest they come back later. Small dicks also don't do much for me, but as long as I get the load, I'm fine with it. So as long as you are not totally nasty and can get hard, my ass is available to breed. I don't care if you are 120 lbs or 400 lbs, hot or not hot, 21 or 65, 5 inches or 12 inches, just give me the load. The problem with some guys at bathhouses is that they are one-time cummers. They cum once, and they are done and ready to leave. So this means there are a certain number of tops that like to "taste test" ass and go around fucking a 1/2 dozen guys or so before giving up the load. That's the most frustrating. While I enjoy good dick, getting the load is my no. 1 desire. This past Friday was one of my top 10 stays at BZ. It started off a iittle slow. I did notice two totally hot muscled up black guys when I first arrived around 12:30 am. Within the first few hours where a 1/2 dozen guys fucked me, they were two of the guys. After that, for the next few hours, things dried up. That's the thing about BZ, you get the guys ready to fuck you in the first few hours you are there, and then there is a period where there are guys who want to fuck, but aren't totally ready yet. They are just cruising around. So I learned the trick. Black guys tend to arrive a little later around 1 or 2 am and stay until 7 or 8 am in the morning. As morning approaches, the guys who know its about time to leave want that one last fuck. So this time, I decided to renew as my time expired at 6:30am. Why did I renew? Because all of a sudden around 6 am, I started getting fucked continuously by guy after guy, mostly black guys. As soon as a guy would leave, another would enter. I counted another 6 guys between 7:30 and 8:30AM alone. Then another 4 guys between 8:30 AM and 9:30 AM. I couldn't leave as long as there were more guys that wanted to fuck and breed me. My door became a revolving door. I was in my glory. The more dick and loads I got, the more I craved. Now that Ive been used at least 20 times, I still wanted more. But as a cumdump, even 50 wouldn't have satisfied me. The more dick I get, the more I want. My appetite increases with each fuck. The intensity and desire for more dick and loads increases as each guy releases their load in me. So I haven't seen Derek in years. As one of my last breeding sessions of the night ended with an intense fuck of load moans, I opened the door, and Derek was anxiously awaiting his turn with this bottom in the VIP room, not realizing it was me. So it was full circle back to where it all started, with Don. His dick still got rock hard like in the old days, but with a little more effort on his part. And he didn't disappoint. He ended up contributing 4 or 5 loads. Derek and I reminisced about how it was he who was the first to cum in me, and I gave him all the cred for starting me on the path to becoming a true cum dump. As I write this, I sit here wishing I was somewhere getting fucked and breeded over and over again. If I was financially well off and didn't have to work, I would take my local reputation nationally to bathhouses and CumUnion and iML parties around the country to because nationally known as one of the most well-known cum dumps in the USA. Oh, and one last thing....one that probably differs me from other cumdumps. I don't refuse guys who use condoms. All guys need good ass. Once they dispose of the condom in the trash in the room before they leave, I then grab the condom from the trash and suck have of it out and scoop the other half out and insert it into my hole. Yes, I'm Detroit's biggest Cumdump and it is the only time I feel like I'm truly me. I've always been a caring and compassionate guy, and at least guys know where to go to on Friday nights to get some guaranteed good as to breed regarding of age, race, looks, weight, my hole is open to all men who need a stress relief. It's my purpose, and I end up being totally fulfilled emotionally and by being constantly reminded each time cum drips down my leg. Now I wish some porn producer would be willing to hire me as a masked cumdump, in a 100 load + video. Unique in that in every fuck, I adjust to the desires of the top and the rhythm of the top to give them some of the best ass they have ever gotten. And a hole that can so naturally adjust to each size dick, to sense the needs of that individual top. A passionate Italian power bottom that doesn't just lay there and get fucked, but one that you can see through his passionate bottoming, that he really wants to be there, and is enjoying every single cock on an equal level.

I'm married and prefer hooking up other married guys. Lots of us don't fuck our wives anymore and had rather have sex with each other. When I do rarely fuck my wife I'm thinking of cock. I love cock and cum, getting my ass fucked and slipping my cock up another married guys asshole. I'd love to find a regular!!

Part 3. This talk, the intoxicating smells of man-on-man sex, cum and piss is all too much for me as my balls tingle and pull up before spraying the biggest cum load of my life down my fiancé’s throat and as the pulsing subsides my deflating cock slips from his mouth with just long strings of cum still connecting us. I catch my breath and bend down to kiss my man. Our heads clash but our tongues jostle as we swap my load between us as Scott still relentlessly fucks my beautiful sweaty boy. Our moment of intimacy is quickly interrupted as two guys, both wanking rhythmically, move right up to Andrew before sneeringly demanding. “Look in to our eyes Neg Boy” and then barking out the order, “And NOT at our cocks…Adam can you do the honors?” Adam reappears, holds Andrew around the neck with the crook of his elbow squeezing hard around his throat…I watch as Andrew’s eyes roll back as Scott announces with a series of guttural grunts, “I’m flooding your cunt…. for the third time…take it NOW…here it CUUUMMMMSSSS as he continuously slams in as hard as is humanly possible. Simultaneously the two guys cum too with Adam using his free hand thumb and forefinger to hold Andrew’s eyes open. Volley after double volley of HIV laden cum shoots on to Andrew’s hair, then his forehead, the third splats into the intended target area, his eyes with the rest falling on to his nose mouth and eventually dribbling down on to the floor. “FUCK it stings!” Then in panic as Andrew thrashes around with arms flailing around Adam’s vice like grip desperately trying to rub the diseased liquid from his eyes, “I can’t see” and before I can help Scott pushes me aside and is there shoving his cum, arse juice and blood streaked cock down my boy’s throat. “Ugg! Arrrrgh! Fuck, fuck, fuck” Andrew utters whilst trying to blink away the stinging cum, gasping to breathe, stand and clean up Scott’s still hard fuck stick all at the same time. Before Andrew can process what just happened I slip to the side lines to watch the next set of events unfold. Adam lines up behind him, spanks his hand down hard in a rain of slaps and ever so slowly pushes his cock into the gaping hole that was once a tight chute. For such a big muscly guy, I notice his cock is a stubby 5-6 inches but massively thick and ugly looking. In a voice, just above a whisper the big man says “can you feel those lumps and bumps as they stretch you wider than ever before as I inch my diseased cock in? No, they’re not copious ridges or prominent veins but nasty crusty Genital Herpes, oh and Syphilis too just to make sure your wrecked and bloody hole accepts all our gifts.”

I was traveling for business, and as usual, wanted to find a cute boy or two to breed. Hopefully a dumb neg boy to take my toxic poz cock into this ass and spread my bug to yet another town. I jumped on Grindr and saw the perfect boy for me to convert. "raw ass 4 cum" was his handle, and as we chatted he told me he had just started taking bare cock at the insistence of his Fiance. I asked him his name, and he said it was Andrew. told him it was a pleasure to meet him, and would be interested in giving him a couple of loads from my uncut pierced cock if he wanted them. He said that he had to wait till his Fiance was out, but he could come over for an hour or so in a couple of hours. I told him great, looked forward to it, and gave him my hotel information. A couple hours go by, and I get a ping on Grindr, it is Andrew again. He lets me know he is on his way, and should be at my hotel in about 15 minutes. I tell him the room number again, and say that I look forward to it. When there is a knock at my door and I open it, the first thing that catches my attention of the boy standing in the hallway is his gorgeous blue-grey eyes. I invite him in and ask if he wants a drink. He says just a water please. I grab him one from the minibar, and we sit down. After a couple of swigs, he puts the water down, and I go in for a kiss. He quickly kisses me back, and soon I am stripping his clothes off and he is stripping off mine. when he gets to my jeans, and frees my cock, he looks at it for a second, then goes down and starts sucking on it, gettign his tongue in my foreskin and digging for any cheese that might be in there, though I doubt it since I clean well. As he works my cock expertly with his throat, I peal my jeans the rest of the way off. As he comes up for air, he notices the tattoo to the right of my cock. "What's that mean?" he asks me. "it means I am part of a special group of men, and we often wear this symbol as a mark of honor." I tell him. "How do you get it?" "well, you have to have a life changing experience and then you can join the club and get the tattoo. some guys keep it kinda hidden like I do, others will put it a place everyone can see." "I think I would get one where everyone can see." "Yea, I think I know a good place for you to get it, once you have earned it." He goes back to sucking my cock, and I start getting his pants off him. I have some trouble getting them completely off, so I suggest we move to the bed. He stands up and slips the rest of his clothes off, and walks over to the bed, his sweet furry neg ass swaying slightly. I push him down on his stomach, push his legs apart, and dive in to taste his hole before I ravage it and change him completely. he moans and squirms as I rim his tight hole, loosening it up a bit with my tongue and spit before I start adding in a finger, the nail slightly long to help tear his insides and make him ready to receive my gift. Once I had him loosened up, and ready, I moved up his body, kissing his back as I went. Soon, my cock was pushing against his hole, and I was nibbling his ear as I pushed and roughly entered his ass for the first time that night. He grunted in pain, but was a good boy and didn't scream out. I kissed his neck and waited a few moments for him to adjust to the intrusion before I began to slowly thrust in and out. I kept my pace constant, and my breathing normal, because I know I would not last long for my first load, and sure enough, after only about 5 minutes I felt the tingle in my balls signalling I was close to breeding him for the first time. I let the orgasm cum, and flooded him with my first load of toxic cum. After I had breed him, I kept the fucking going, and didn't loose my rock hard cock, so he had no idea I had just given him a nice big load of my poz cum, and was now working it into his ass, helping my swimmers find their way into his system and doing their job. After a few minutes more, I flipped him around so that he was on his back, and I kept up the thrusts, working my first load deeper in to him and building up my second load, which he would think was my first. As I felt my balls begin to contract again, I told him I was close. "Yea, give me your cum." He said. A few more strokes, and I knew I was going to be shooting again. "Here it comes boy." and I shoved all the way in and began to pulse as my cum shot into his willing ass. we kissed as I finished cumming in him, and then I slowly withdrew. I rolled him into a little spoon position, and slid back in to keep most of my cum in his ass to do its job. we snuggled as I slowly pumped his ass, telling him it would take me a few minutes to recover, but that I would soon be up for a second fuck and give him another load. "sounds good to me." he said as I slowly slid in and out of his now well filed ass. He had still not cum, but as I reached around, I could tell his cock was ready to burst. But until I had given him another load I didn't want him cumming. TBC...

I sucked my first cock at 15.

My high drive to breed always makes me want to breed at least three times. In other words, at least three loads of potent seed I ejaculate. I dont care if its the same ass every time, different onces, whatever... As long as my seed ends where it belongs, which is inside an ass, its fine for me. Ive done my purpose.

Part 5.... He then climbed back on top of me in a 69, but this time pinned my legs right back with his arms as he slid his once again rock hard dripping cock down my willing throat...fuck this boy tasted good...nice and clean, smooth, hard and just a subtle scent of man sweat around his luscious smooth low hanging balls. This guy was sex on legs! He once again was deep throating my now also rock hard cock, sending ripples of pleasure around the knob, down the shaft and into my balls. Every now and then as I sucked him he slurped on my hole and probed it with the tip of his tongue, teasing it and sending me wild. After about half an hour of this mutual pleasure, I noticed the guy was back in the room, as he placed the fuck machine against my well teased and twitching hole. He applied lots of lube to my hole, pushing some into me with his fingers and smearing the rest on the toy now fitted to the machine. It was about the thickness of a coke can, and as long as three cans end on end. The mushroom head was slightly bigger, and about every inch don the shaft was a ridge all the way around. I was totally relaxed from the G earlier, and kept sucking the young hunk, his pre-cum oozing down my throat. I then moaned as I felt the head of the machine toy penetrate through my first ring. The guy got the machine placed right, so that about half the length of the toy was gliding in and out of me, the ridges sending me wild. Then while it was deep inside me, he stopped it, as I was still more than happily being throat fucked by the young guy. I then felt the familiar strap going around my arm, a wipe, then a prick...strap removed, and WHAM...fuuuucccckkk! As the rush hit the young guy started deep throating my cock and pounding his cock down my throat, while the guy set the machine to fast, pounding my hole...oh my god, ahhhhh, fuuuck yeahhhh, I felt the orgasm building, coming from the base of my spine, around to my balls, and then blasting up and out of my hard cock straight down young guys throat....and almost simultaneously I felt his cock thicken and felt his seed gush down my throat....fuuucccck, pleasure continued to cause my cock and balls to spasm as the hunky young guy climbed off me. The guy slowed the machine to a steady pace, and kept it going while young guy attached leather anklets with metal clasps to my ankles, pulled them up and back and clipped them to my wrists. The machine continued fucking my hole relentlessly, and young guy squatted down with his back to my face, sitting his hole on my tongue. I greedily started to push my tongue into him, pushing it in deep and twirling the tip around inside him. He moaned and sometimes slid back and forth a little so I could also slurp on his fucking amazing balls. The guy set the machine and lubed up his hands, and one went to steady jerking of my still rock hard Viagra cock, and the other wet with lube fondling and working my balls. This took my pleasure to a new level, and as I moaned with my tongue deep in young guys hole, my tongue vibrated a little causing him to moan even more. The guy just carried on working my balls and jerking my cock, and this went on for about another half an hour, and then the guy flicked a switch on the machine, and as well as pounding my hole, it started to rapidly vibrate! Holy fuck! Ahhhhhhrgh yeeeaaaah oh god.. young guy pressed his hole further onto my tongue and kept bearing down, pushing it out so my tongue was going deep and his clear ass juices started oozing around my tongue and over my face...the guy turned the machine to fast, and increased his speed jerking my cock...I totally relaxed and my hole just opened and loosened, then all of a sudden he stopped the machine, and let it slide out and then turned it to insanely slow. As young guy was grinding his hole on my face, I was yelling..'fuck my cunt, PUSH IT IN! FUCK ME, PEASE FUCK MY HOLE...OWN MY CUNT, FUUUCK, DONT STOP!...then the guy said' do you want bigger, pig?' I didn't hesitate, 'FUCK YES, JUST FUCK MY HOLE!' I felt the machine slide ouot, and as it did young guy climbed off me and put a leather strap over my lower torso, strapping me fairly tightly to the bed. He then got on top of me again in the 69 position, me with my hands tied back above me, and my ankles tied back and wide apart, his cock now down my throat, and mine down his throat, him deep throating me again. I felt more lube applied to my now loosened hole, and felt the guy put the machine back into place, and some pressure against my hole. As young guy and I deep throated each other, the machine just pressed against my hole and back again, with just enough pressure to not quite push the huge head through my first ring. This continued for a while, and then the machine stopped and before I knew it there was a strap on my arm, a wipe, we held still and I felt the prick, a sigh from the guy as he got a register, then next I felt the strap removed...WHAM, I am fucking rushing again, this time the rush was stronger, and I felt the machine press against my hole and I growled and totally relaxed and felt it push right into me, the young guy was enjoying the feeling of my throat growling and moaning around his cock as he pounded my throat. I felt pleasure sensations rippling through every pore on my body, and felt my cock cumming in and endless orgasm, and I could feel an anal orgasm building, then the guy stopped the machine and adjusted it to go deeper, and I yelled incomprehensible babble which was really telling him to not stop. Then I felt the machine push through my second ring, and I screamed with pleasure...he kept it pounding my hole, and young guy kept pounding my throat. Young guy then climbed back up to squat position and started grinding his fleshy hole onto my tongue and pushing his ass juices out. The guy then started jerking me off again while the huge toy pounded away at my hole. Young guy reached for something, and next minute I felt him climb off my face and push a poppers soaked rag into my mouth. I breathed it in deep, and as the poppers hit the guy pushed the machine forward, going into and invading my third ring and at the same time he hit the vibrate switch...OH MY GOD...FUUUUUUCCCCCK, ARRRRGH, and gutteral growling and bucking against the strap that was tying me down trying to get more inside me, wild and completely blinded with pleasure and lust, My cock exploded at the same time as my ass just totally gave itself over to the monster intruding it, and I had a full anal orgasm, clear ass juices oozing out around the massive toy as it now met no resistance...and the pleasure was so fucking intense, I blacked out! To be continued

Hi it's Will After reading Jake's blog, I thought I would add something with his permission. This is because he has not been kind when describing himself. Jake is a bit embarrassed by his height. He says that he is 5.5 but that is a wrong. He is actually just short of 5.0. He has the most lovely blonde hair and beautiful, fuck and breed me now, deep brown eyes. He is very slim and smooth. At the time we met he had hair above his cock and pit hair, but being blonde, it did not stand out. I say at the time, because after our first weekend together he has kept his crotch and pits smooth. When he walked into the bar the night we met, I boned up instantly just seeing him cross the floor to the bar counter. I knew I had to breed him, within the next few hours. (Honestly guys which breeder wouldn't want in him.) I could see how nervous he was and if I was lucky, he'd be a bareback newbie. After he finished his drink so quickly, I saw an opening and made my move. What a surprise to find he'd never been fucked, something I intended to change within hours. Jake described the next few hours accurately, but I thought I'd put my spin on things. After getting him into the bedroom it took a lot longer than Jake indicates to get him relaxed and a lot longer to take my dick, especially when I wanted it in him raw. I had a three day nut load of seed and there was only one place that was going and that was inside Jake's ass! After I took his clothes off, I almost shot there and then and would have done so without self-control. Jake's body was and still is amazing. He was standing there naked. His waist is so slim and tight and his chest is skinny. He has a big 7inch cut cock, so its huge for his body size. His ass needs to be seen to be believed. It is small, but at the same time round and firm. I knew I had my work cut out to breed it, but that I was going to do. He took some convincing and lots of cock/ass teasing, but I know how to to get into any ass raw. As Jake says, I had him all over the bed and he did relax eventually. I teased his ass a lot with my dick, but Jake under estimated how long it took before I got in him. Once I did my cock was in heaven. His ass was vice tight and I had to be a lot more gentle that I am used to. I fucked him for ages, my cock hammering his ass walls with my pre seed. I slowly ground my dick into every part of his ass, alternating from slow to increasingly harder and deeper thrusts. Jake began begging for my seed. I knew I couldn't last any longer and felt the usual tightness of my nuts indicating that I was seconds away. I shoved in as far as Jake could take and pumped volley after volley of seed into him. It seemed endless. After laying in top of Jake for a bit whilst kissing, I turned him onto his stomach so my seed would stay put. I might add my spin on the foursome and the fuck club later if Jake allows it. Tot weerziens