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When I turned eighteen a group of my friends took me on a night out to Manchester's Canal Street, the big gay district of my closest city. I drank quite a lot, enjoyed the music and the dancing; especially grinding on the older guys which my friends all found hilarous. Whilst they laughed and I pretended to, I was getting so turned on that I knew I would be going home with an older man. On the way to another bar I lost my friends; I have no idea how, I think I went in ahead and straight to the bar whereas they went in and found a booth. I didn't see them again that night. As I ordered a drink, I overheard a couple talking. "Hide your tattoo, it will scare people off" "No, we should let them know anyway. I'm not stealthing again." I peered around to see the tattoo - on the wrist of one of the men; a biohazard sign. I tapped the nearest one to me on the shoulder and clumsily said. "Are you guys poz? What's that like?" He replied; "Come talk to us at our booth if you want. We need to sit down." And they wandered over to a set of booths manned by a security guy, a kind of VIP area I guess. My interest was piqued and I ordered my smirnoff ice and headed over. They waved me past the barrier and I sat down, next to Sam, he was 40 I guess, black hair, stocky build, definitely a lot hotter than his partner Andy, 45, bald, slim, still attractive and with the tattoo. They introduced themselves as a married couple who lived nearby, they had been together for five years and were both poz. I asked many daft questions about it and they were brutally honest; they said that the medicine that helped got in the way too much and that they didn't take any, meaning that they were very contagious. They were in town looking for a third to join them in a hotel room. "So you'll be using condoms then?" "No." "But they might catch it." "Some kids like that idea." They laughed to each other and I chuckled as well, to hide the fact that I was hard as a rock and confused as hell as to why I was so turned on. That ended the poz talk and we joked and danced for another hour or so until they said that they were going to head home. Sam just said to me "Come on." and I followed like a little lapdog to their hotel room. Once in the room, Andy stood behind me and felt my ass whilst Sam was in front of me. Both men showered me with kisses and I was in heaven, my shirt was pulled off and then I pulled Sam's pants down, exposing his hard cock, 7", perfect girth, totally shaved. "Suck it" Andy encouraged. I did as I was told, flicking my tongue about the head, slurping and sucking noisily as the two men kissed and whispered into each others ears. Andy knelt down behind me and undid my pants. He kissed my neck and said "Let's go to bed." Sam lay down on his back and I knelt between his legs sucking him, my bare ass in the air. As I noisily sucked and slurped, drool covering my chin and his balls, Sam smiled down at me and tenderly stroked my hair. Andy however aggressively began to rim my smooth hole. My cock was harder than it had ever been, Andy's tongue snaked deep into my tight ass and Sam's hard cock in my throat, I reached for my cock to jerk off. However, Andy grabbed my wrist and moved my hand away. "Ask permission boy." "C... can I jerk off?" I asked, kind of stunned. "That depends..." He stood up behind me and pressed against my ass. "Can I fuck your hole?" To be continued....

Dad’s Basement Part Eleven “Be ready for what, Son” “Anything Garrett” I mumbled in my sleep. “Anything?” “Garrett said anything” “Morning” “Dad” I said jumping up in bed. He was kneeling next to my bed, fully dressed for work, grinning ear to ear. It was morning, almost seven. “Son, any plans today?” he asked. “Well…..” “Ten a.m. Garrett is picking you up.” “You know” He lifted his phone, showing me the text messages from Garrett. Fuck, why was he being sneaky last night. “Garrett felt guilty trying to sneak you out to his favorite book store so he text me this morning for permission” Dad said, standing up. “Shit” I said, “Can I go Dad?” “Have fun Squirt, just tell me all the whorey details” he said laughing, “Whoery details, get it Son…I crack me up” he added as he left my room. “Corny Dad, Fucking Corny” I yelled at him. I got up, scratched my naked ass and headed to the kitchen. I needed food then get ready for Garrett to arrive. Won’t be too long before he gets here, time flies you know. I was right Garrett arrived at a quarter to ten. He honked over and over, until i came out to his truck. As I got in, he was shacking his head no, repeating the same line over and over: “Not going to do” “What?” I asked. “Your clothes, they won’t cut it. Easy access is the key” he said turning off his truck, “Come on” Off we went to back into the house, straight to my room. “Let me show you, First, just sneakers, loosely tied, no socks, easier to kick on and off. Short shorts, no buttons, drop and go, and forget underwear, fuck no jockstrap either. and a skimpy tank. The less amount to deal with the better the slut.” he said. I stripped and changed into something similar. Then looked him straight in the eye and said: “Where do you stick your poppers, smart ass? Up your ass?” Without saying a word, he pulled on a chain hanging around his neck, tucked neatly inside his tank was a bottle of poppers, lid attached to the chain. “Pro whore” he said pointing to his chest, “Novice” pointing to me. A grin came over his face and he busted up laughing. “Got you one in the truck. Guy who owns the place knows you are coming so it’s cool. Don’t get all scared, just be cool. Skin is here to show you the way” He said as he grabbed his cock through his shorts. We got back in the truck and left, I had so many questions but just wanted to be cool and not look like an idiot in front of Garrett. It was about a half hour drive to the bookstore. It was just a plain looking building, if it didn't have a sign that said 18 and over on the door, you wouldn’t know it was a bookstore at all. “Get’s busy about noon, so I have time to teach you a few things” We got out and went inside. The clerk smiled when he saw Garrett, they talked shit as I stood there, quickly looking around, There were shelves after shelves of DVD,s fake cocks in packages, and toys I didn’t even know existed. Garrett grabbed my hand, pulling me towards a door near the back corner. I head a buzzer and we entered. It was dark, smelled of cum, piss, and body odor. There was a sign that pointed the way to the Main Theatre and another that pointed the way to Booths. Across from that was a case hanging on the wall with DVD covers in them. A mixture of gay and straight porn. “These show on channels on the TV’s in the booths” Garrett said, “let me show you” We walked around and he showed me the area of the booths, there were a couple of doors closed with lights on above. Occupied - he mouthed silently. I didn’t see any other men in this area. He pulled me into a booth and shut the door. “Okay, some men come to jack to porn only, mostly straight men - shooting their loads on the floor wasting it - but you can come in scoop it up and shove it up your hole. Almost as good as being fucked” he said. “Some guys only want blow jobs, cuz their wives don't suck, some just like the glory hole blow jobs, some you can join in the booth - but always swallow their loads, makes them shoot bigger.” “And some want to fuck a hot ass, avoid the chicken shits that use condoms, which is 1 in a million of the men that come in here” “If they want to play, they leave the door open, giving the rest a show” he said, “I ask you want heads or tails” “You don’t need a lesson on the glory holes, so let’s go to the Main Theatre” We headed off to the theatre, just as a door opened and a older man walked out, adjusting his fly. He headed to the exit and left. I went to his booth and looked at the floor, there was a big puddle of cum in the middle, just sitting there. I stepped in, making sure I didn't step in it, pulled down the back of my shorts, exposing my ass and hole, scooped up the cum and pushed it in deep using my fingers. I looked up to see Garrett watching me from the door way. “So fucking hot, Boy” he said. I looked down at his shorts and he was hard, Skin made a nice bulge in his short. I pulled up my short and followed him to the Main Theatre. I was just like a normal theatre, only smaller, and was playing porn, damn straight porn. There was a gap between the entrance and the back row of seats. With a slightly higher than the waist wall against the back row. “In here, you can suck cock mostly, straight men will gather around you and you have a big ole suck fest. Not much fucking goes on in this big room, but I have been in some just like this in other cities and everything goes in it.” “Let’s go back to the booths and find some cock, Boy” Over a short span of time, men started to trickle into the booth area. I watch this one man, tall, handsome with a beard, dressed in business attire head into a booth. He stared at me, rubbing the front of his slacks. Quickly he jerked his head for me to come over. I went right to him, and entered his booth. The door quickly shot and locked. “Dropped your short young man, let me see that ass” I did, turned and bent over slightly, giving him more access to my ass. There was a glory hole in front of me and I looked through to see Garrett on his knees sucking a Latino man’s uncut cock. He winked when he saw me. I heard the man unzip his fly. I knew he was getting his cock out. He spit in in hand and massaged it into my hole. His cock pushed against my hole hard, I took a deep breathe and it popped in. He drove it deep in me. I moaned letting Garrett know I was getting fucked. Thought the glory hole, Garrett had taken the uncut cock out of his mouth and silently said “That’s my boy” The business man had grabbed my hips and was thrusting harder and harder into my ass, grunting the whole time. Each grunt got louder and louder. His dress pants rubbed against my exposed ass. “Sounds like someones getting fucked” was yelled out side the booth. “Hot fucking boy ass” grunted the business man to those out side. “Fucking breeding him now” he yelled as he slammed his cock deep into my hole. I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from being pushed over. He quickly pulled out and produced a hankie from his pocket, wiping his cock. It was the first time I saw it. It was average length and girth, cut, but effective. Tucking it back in and zipping up, he put his hand on my back. “Thanks, Son, oh stay just like that.” with that he unlocked the door and left leaving it wide open. I could see men passing by looking. A guy in blue pants and stripped shirt entered next. He wasn’t a business man, he looked more like a wrecker driver. I could smell the cigarette on his breath, it was that strong. “Looking for some dick, boy?” he asked “Fuck me like a bitch” I replied, not sure where that came from. No other words were spoken. I pulled the chain for my poppers and took a deep hit. At the same time he had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was hard and dripping already. It was not as big as the last one but I didn't care. He aimed his cock and roughly stabbed it inside me. I opened up. He grabbed my hips and started pumping his cock in and out. A couple of times he came out only to shove it back in. Within about three minutes he was grunting, shooting his load into me. Quick trigger I thought. He quickly pulled out, unlocked the door and ran, I don’t think he had his cock away before he was out the door. I looked through the glory hole and Garrett was gone and the booth was empty. “You need a real man to fuck your hole boy” said a man behind me entering my booth. He was behind me, holding my head with one hand, keeping me from turning around, while the other closed and locked the door. “Eyes front fucker” he ordered. I could hear him undoing his pants and them dropping to the floor. His fingers explored my crack, moving up and down. Finally he stopped at my hole, shoving his finger in deep. I yelped quietly. My eyes on the glory hole and the empty booth next door. Without a word, he pressed his cock against my hole and shoved it in, lubed with the two men’s cum before him, it drove in balls deep. This fucker was thick. He continued to press against me. Grabbing my hips, he pulled his cock out and rammed it back in. I knew this wasn't going to be an easy fuck. He liked it rough. Harder and harder he slammed into me. My breathing got heavier as he continued the assault on my hole. My cock was rock hard and jump with each thrust in. A man entered the booth on the other side of the glory hole. He squated down until his face was in front of his side of the hole, and smile. Seeing that I was getting fucked in my booth. He stood up, with his crotch right in front of the hole. I watched as he popped open the button fly of his jeans, exposing his crotch hair and the root of his cock. The man behind me still had my waist tight in his grip as his cock pumped in and out of me. His balls bounced back and forth with his movements. The new man dropped his jeans, fully exposing his cock and balls. I licked my lips. “Wanna suck that cock, faggot?” the man fucking me said. Before I could answer he pushed me forward with his hips, never taking his hard cock from my hole. I was less than an inch away from the hole, I stuck my tongue through signaling to the new cock I wanted it in my mouth, wanted to suck it. I grabbed for my poppers again and took a deep hit. The glory hole remained empty. Dropping my eyes to hole, I could see the man jacking his hardening cock. HIs hand took long strokes from the base to the head. I watch hungrily as it thickened. His balls bounced a little with each stroke. The cock in my hole was also growing, thicker. His pounding of my hole will soon be over, as I knew he was going to cum. His grunts became louder as he drew close, until he rammed his cock deep inside me. I could feel it jump and pulse as his cum exploded out of his piss slit. “Take that fucking cum deep in your shitting, you fucking faggot whore” the man yelled at the top of his lungs. The man on the other side of the glory hole began to stroke faster, balls drawing up closer to his body. My face still at the hole, he yells: “Open your mouth!” I immediately open as wide as possible as just the tip of his head appears at the hole and cum starts flying at my face and mouth. I tried to catch as much of his load as I could with his mouth, but it went every where, cheeks, forehead, chin and hair. I wanted to lock my lips around the head but he wouldn’t let me. The man in my ass was still pressing against me, twitching his cock inside me, until he slowly starts to move his cock in and out, milking the rest of his load into my hole. I could feel his cock softening, I squeezed my ass and it popped out. He wiped his cock on my ass checks as the other man bend down and said thought the glory hole. “Don’t fucking wipe off my cum from your face, wear it the rest of your time here whoring your holes, and then home” I agreed. By now the man that was fucking me was dressed and out the door. Leaving me alone again in the booth, bent over ass exposed to all. The other booth was empty as too. I stood to stretch my back, but quickly bent over again when someone walked up behind me. “You didn’t let that man fuck you and breed you did you?” the stranger said. “Yeah” “Dude he is a walking disease, he comes in here and spreads it, not caring who you are” I just shrugged my shoulders, turned back exposing my ass and bent over. The wait wasn’t long until a Mexican man came into the booth and shut the door. He felt me up over and over, going from my hole to my cock and balls between my legs. I reach back to feel his crotch, but he knocked my hand away, telling me No. I just let him feel me up, not paying him any mind and watched through the glory hole. The other door was open and I could see men passing by walking around. I thought I saw Garrett but wasn’t sure. I was sure he was somewhere passing his disease or collecting more. I guess the Mexican man got scared, or shoot off in his pants, because he quickly left and shut the door. I stood up. I decided to sit and wait. I flipped through the channels looking for porn, bareback porn. What I found was okay, not what got me off but okay. Then I waited.

Dad’s Basement Part Ten There stood Garrett outside of my bedroom window, telling me that his dick was hard. “Dude, Dad is just down the hall,” I said “Boy, don’t act like a pussy, be a pussy” Garrett replied. “Skin needs to spit” “Shit” “Your Dad has fucked and gotten fucked in his bed, while you were here in your bed, what’s the big fucking deal” Garrett said, lifting his leg and beginning to climb in. I moved out of the way, as he came through my window. I was awake now, a little dick wouldn’t hurt, okay Skin wasn’t little. I turned around and bent over, showing Garrett my hole. “I take that as a oh come fuck me, breed me, YES” Garrett said. He quickly stripped, exposing his thin tattooed body. Fuck they were hot as hell. Skin was rock hard, pointing start out at me, exposing just the tip of the head and piss slit. His balls hung down between his legs. Garrett wasn't just thin, he was extremely thin, as in no fat. He moved quickly, dropped to a knee and stuck his tongue in my ass. Licking my hole coating it with his thick spit. I watched him stroke his uncut cock slowly as his lubed up my hole with his tongue. His free hand was pushing the spit in my hole. His two fingers slid in more and more, deeper and deeper as the spit lubed me. Satisfied that I was ready, he stood behind me, aimed his cock and pushed in. I was still sore, but the pain eased quickly and pleasure started. I felt his balls hit mine as he pumped in and out, his boney hands gripped my hips, holding on tight. He was a fucking jack rabbit, cock moving faster and faster out of my hole and it wasn’t long until he drove all the way in and shot his load. “Fuck I needed that” Garrett said. “Happy now?” I asked him. “Sit Matt,” he said “I have something to tell you, fuck didn’t tell your Dad and others when were chatting about you earlier” “Y’all were talking about me?” I asked playing dumb. “You dumb fuck, Paul and I saw you - well at least your cock, you should control that thing when you are spying, will give you away every time” he said laughing, “Don’t worry your secret is safe with us” “Damn” “Now listen, I heard from doctor today, yeah it’s Saturday but it was important so I guess he thought I should know. I don’t see Doc, nothing personal against him, but I had been with this doctor for a long time.” Garrett rambled, “Fuck, what was I saying” “I have no fucking clue, dude” “Oh shut, up, listen” Garrett was excited, like a kid in a candy store. What the fuck had him so worked up. “I’m full blown. I am the mother load. Never seen Skin so worked up like this before” I just sat there staring at him. Puzzled, I didn’t have a clue about his rambling. “Fuck, forgot you haven’t converted yet. I stopped taking my meds about a year ago, was undetectable at the time, but I was still HIV positive. I was tired of the side effects so I said ‘Fuck it’ and Skin agreed. So over time the virus built up in my system. Doctor confirmed it, I have full blown A.I.D.S” “I fucked you last night thinking I was only poz, but I am full blown. I was so horny with this news today that I had to fuck your pussy, knowing I had A.I.D.S” he said. I just looked at him. “Isn’t this great” Garrett said. “Fuck yeah” I said matching his energy. I really didn’t know what to think. Garrett jumped up off my bed, grabbing his clothes. He quickly dressed and headed towards my window. Half way out he turned to me. “Squirt, I will be here at ten in the morning, Be ready for anything!” “Dude it’s Sunday, Dad will be home” I said. “Wrong fucker, it’s Monday, You fucked a day, remember!” he said laughing popping out of my window. “BE READY” he yelled as he ran down the street. Rolling my eyes, I closed the window and blinds, jumped into bed. Garrett’s cum was leaking out of my hole. Sleep came fast, so did morning.

It was the height of summer, hot, humid and full of thunderstorms. Mum ushered me out the door pleased that the new rain coat she bought for my 20th birthday was finally going to be used. The usual morning rush hour to work was worse than usual exacerbated by rain as we scurry down in to the bowels of the underground system only to find engineering works make for the cancellation of the previous tube train. During the wait, I “scan for talent” to see if there is anyone fanciable to stand next to when the train eventually comes in. As the train arrives and the crowds surges forwards to clamber aboard and I was pleasantly surprised to finding myself about to squeeze into the same spot as a hunk some 3 or 4 inches taller than my 6’2” frame. Not only did his height stand him out from the suited and booted crowd but his dress code did too; I scanned him up and down as best I could in the cramped conditions. Nike trainers, grey tailored linen shorts and wet through branded baggy singlet that showed off his muscles and neatly manicured hairy chest. I guess he's a good ten years older than me. I felt overdressed stood next to him as we squeeze in together with my open rain coat hiding my own physic and yet all I wanted to do was strip off and snuggle up to him naked.. From the moment we boarded, the train was so crowded that it was impossible not to be touching one another. We were more-or-less face to face, his left arm raised hanging on to the rail. I breathe in his sweet, lightly sweating manly aroma, God did he smell good and made my morning wood jump and thicken. I could clearly see how defined his pecs are and how toned his body and muscles are with not one ounce of fat on his body that I can see… As the train jiggles about on the tracks occasionally our eyes meet, meet for a moment too long. Was that a faint smile and a slight wink he gave? I was looking straight in to his eyes and my gaydar was telling me this man is ‘family’. I too hang onto the bar above us with my right hand very close to his. At the next jump in the track my hand touches the side of his hand and for me it felt like an electric circuit had been connected between us. I manage to manoeuvre my free hand to adjust myself as my erection painfully grew in my briefs and by pure accident as I went to move my hard-on my hand brushed part of the inside of his right leg. Actually, it quickly became clear that it was not just his leg I was touching but something else, a solid warm lump. As the train carried on, I allowed the natural swaying of the carriage to permit me one or two exploratory touches with my fingers. Not only was it what I hoped for, I could feel it growing in to something altogether more noticeable. I could now tell that his cock was hanging loosely down his right leg – he was obviously wearing boxer shorts or had gone commando. At the next stop of the tube, all attention concentrated on the left-hand side of the carriage, I reposition myself which meant my rain coat opens further, basically shielding us from view. I deliberately feel him with my fingers. To my touch his cock burst into life becoming more and more hard and was pushing across the front of his shorts pointing up and out proud. Our eyes briefly connect again and I am certain he’s just given me the slightest of nods, encouraging me to continue caressing his crotch, as he becomes fully hard it’s then that I feel a strange hardness at the head of his cock. Is it deformed I begin to wonder? This is my daily commute so I know the route oh so well with there being no stops on this right-hand side of the train for a long while, I take the opportunity at the next station to freely massage him through his shorts, the thrill of this lovely older man under my power and offering no resistance. My heart pounds in my chest, bang, bang, bang! Standing so close, I could see every hair on his few days growth stubble, every pore of his blemish free face. He was indeed, ruggedly attractive and for a brief instant I’m soooo horny, I imagined myself ripping his shorts down and pound his ass, claiming him as mine. His complete lack of resistance encouraged my next move. Amidst the swaying of the train carriage, as it rattled along its long dark tunnel, I trace my fingers up the fly of his shorts, until I reach the top. I release the pull tag of his zip and hold it, momentarily hesitating, expecting a reaction. There is none. After a momentary hesitation in one slow but steady move, I pull the zip all the way down and hold my breath. Again, I hesitated, expecting resistance. But again, there was none. There was no going back now. I slide my hand inside the warm and inviting opening. I now feel the smoothness of his groin. He was commando! Emboldened, my fingers explore deeper as my arm snaked into his shorts, I could feel the tufts of neatly trimmed pubic hair around the base of his hard cock now spread across his right leg the back of my hand brushes across soaking wet material from the pre-cum juices I had already encouraged by my massaging. My fingers explore the length of his long thick shaft, run over the ridges of coronal ring to at last discover the head of his dick, a sharp piercing catches my finger and I jump in surprise. My first encounter of genital jewelry. I resume rubbing his slippery mushroom head, his foreskin fully drawn back and oozing more juices into the already soaked cotton of his shorts. I tighten my grasp around his organ and began massaging the exposed head between my thumb and forefinger, round and around tugging on his piercing, eliciting pulses of excitement I easily feel in my hand. With each pulse, the piss slit oozes another stream of pre-cum over my fingers. I wish I could lick them clean! The train stops at the next station, letting on even more people at the other side of the carriage, obligingly pressing the two of us even more closely together. No-one could have known the ecstasy being shared between two men right under their noses!. He is looking away from me, over my right shoulder, pretending to the outside world that he is ignoring me but as I search into his eyes, he briefly glances into mine and I see him wink, before he blinks and switches his gaze back to the far side of the carriage. Meanwhile, I begin to concentrate the attention of my index finger on the sensitive frenulum of his hard and slippery tool. He is certainly not trying to discourage me and he must realise, long before this point, where all this was leading. He repositions himself allowing more free room for my hand to oh so slowly jack him. As my fingers slides down the slippery shaft of his organ, I tighten my grip and begin rubbing up and down, sadly all too soon, this taboo excitement proves too much…I feel that tell-tale throbbing in his rock-hard cock; once, twice, three times his dick twitches harder than ever and pulses rapidly, four, five, six, even seven times as the pulses slow in rhythmic release. I feel his hot cum run between the gaps of my fingers. I watched his face as his eyes closed, his nostrils flair and the blood vessels in his muscled neck expand. His lips parted slightly as I felt his chest breath-in deeply and quietly let out a long, soft sigh. He swallowed hard. I could hardly believe my luck. This sexy older man continued to allow me to slowly massage his still erect and sticky cock, round and around in my hand amidst the wet folds of his shorts. Even now, he proffers no resistance. He even allows me to cup and caress his shaved balls and explore his groin again, as I desperately try to spread my overflowing handful of cum over his body. His dick began to shrink yet still leaks more cum over my hand there is so much of it. I didn’t want this to end; it was a fantastic first for me. But as if to bring us back to reality, we arrive at the next station. I squeeze his balls affectionately and slid my hand out of his fly, considerately raising his zip most of the way to the top again. As I remove my hand, he lightly touches it with his, and gently squeezes my fingers in a parting gesture of acknowledgment. He got off the train and, without a glance back, he hurried away into the morning rush-hour as I made a mental note of the station name. I wipe my hand over my new coat as a souvenir that this did actually happen and then in dreamlike fantasy lick the sweet, salty taste of his orgasm from the palm of my right hand. To be continued….

Was able to get the next chapter finished. Thanks, all of you who commented, and as always, please feel free to give me feedback. If you want to see something in here, let me know, and I'll do my best to work it in. And in appreciation of all of you who made it through the ordeal that was part three, I give you part 4. Also, if anyone is fluent in Spanish and notices any mistakes on my translations, let me know so I can fix them. -- PART 4: A WARM WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD Bent over, I waited for the uncut cock attached to the guy behind me to enter my ass. I had to have been a sight to see. A short, blond guy in his mid-20s, short, well-kept hair, swimmer’s build, naked from the waist down bent over a small bench, waiting expectantly for a hot Latino to shove a dripping uncut cock deep up his ass raw. The very thought made my cock drip as I felt the guy trying to get access to my hole. Frustrated, he kept pressing harder and harder against my hole, which refused to give up under his assault. He pulled out the bottle of poppers, opened them up and handed them to me. “Keep breathing those in puta (whore),” he muttered, shoving two fingers up my hole, making me gasp in pain and shock, “You need to take my bicho (dick).” I nodded, immediately sniffing the liquid, its effects hitting immediately as my hole relaxed to the stretching the hot guy behind me was doing. I took a quick look back at him, watching as with a slight nod of his head, he pulled his fingers out. With a quick push, he slammed his cock deep into my guts, making me yell out in both pleasure and pain. Fully sheathed within my ass, he held me for a second, waiting for me to adjust to his cock before he licked up the side of my neck. Satisfied that I was ready for more, he reached under my shirt and pinched my nipples as he bit on my left earlobe. This immediately caused my ass to clamp down on his cock, making him hiss in pleasure. Reaching back down, he grabbed my hips, and whispered into my ear, “Follemos, cochino. (Let's fuck, pig.)” With those words uttered, he started slamming my hole like a jack hammer, causing me to cry out again as he began his assault on my ass. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt. Gritting my teeth, I rode it out, using one arm to prop myself up on the bench, and the other stroking my throbbing cock. Slowly, the intense pain in my ass slowly gave way to pleasure with each passing stroke. I could feel each stroke slamming against my prostate, sending pleasure down into my balls and up through my aching cock. I had never been fucked like this before, but I was loving every minute. Above me, the hot Latino muttered words under his breath in Spanish. I only caught bits and pieces, such as ‘quieres sue me venga (do you want my cum),’ ‘a huevo (fucking sweet),’ and ‘pajarito (faggot).’ Sadly, I didn’t know what any of these meant, but they way he said them told me that had to be dirty and hot. We continued fucking at his fast pace for a long time, my tight hole stretching further and further before a slight squelching sound hit my ears. ‘This guy is turning my ass into a fuck hole’ I thought to myself. The idea made me even harder, causing me to drip even more precum. After the onslaught on my ass, I knew I would be shooting a huge load quickly up his ass. Quickly enough, I noticed his strokes becoming more and more irregular. Sensing he was close, I clamped down on his cock, recalling how much Jackson had liked it. “A huevo, puta! (Fuck yeah, whore)” he yelled out, slamming even harder into my ass, “Me voy a venir! (I'm going to cum)” Even with my limited knowledge of Spanish, I knew it likely meant he was going to come in my hole. I continued the motion with my ass, trying desperately to milk his cock. With one final, hard slam, I felt his cock start to throb as he yell out loud. “Me vengo, cabroń (I'm cumming, fucker)! Me pinche corro en tu nalga (I'm fucking cumming in your ass). Y sin forro, joto! (And without a condom, faggot!),” he yelled out, feeling my ass milk his cock for all it was worth, as he weakly kept slamming my ass before finally stopping. We both stood there in silence for a few minutes, sweat pouring from our faces as our hearts raced. Finally, I felt him pull slowly out of my ass, a hiss escaping both our lips and we both stood up and kissed. Breaking apart, I knelt down, taking his softening cock into my mouth, sucking the remnants of ass and cum off, making him involuntarily push my head off. “Damn, Papi (baby),” he gasped, a grin spreading on his face, “Too sensitive.” With that, he grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back up before taking my hard, hot, and throbbing cock into his hand giving it a few tugs. Leaning in, his kissed my neck, grabbing slightly on the back of my head to pull me closer. “What’s your name, baby?” he asked, giving slight kisses down my neck, his hand slowly moving down to my balls, giving them a slight tug. “Jake. You?” I replied, lust making my voice deepen. “Mateo,” he replied, letting go of my balls and stepping away slowly, his fingers rubbing in his ass before he bent over slowly, holding his cheeks apart to showing me. “Your turn, papí,” he said, looking back at my through his legs, “Fill my nalga (ass) with your hot load.” I let out a loud gulp before reaching beside me to the lube dispenser, coating my bare cock before rubbing the remaining lube onto his hole. Slowly I pressed against his ass, relishing as it quickly swallowed my cock halfway to the hilt, making Mateo groan before me. I stopped suddenly, worried I was moving too fast. “You ok?” I asked, inadvertently pulling out slightly. “Coño (Fuck) man!” he said as suddenly pushed his ass the rest of the way, making me groan in return, “Give me that piece of meat! This puta (whore) needs it bad.” I sat for a minute deep in his hole as I felt it adjust to my sudden intrusion. The wet tight heat wrapped seductively around my hole, slicker that I would have expected. “Fuck,” I muttered, “You’re so wet!” “Yeah man,” he said, reaching down and stroking his slowly re-hardening cock, “Been taking loads all day. Probably six or seven in there.” With those words, I felt my dick throb. Jesus, I thought to myself, shocked yet somehow turned on by those words. Here I was, balls deep in a stranger who had just cum up my ass, and he’s now telling me he has several random loads in his ass. With that though, I smiled and slowly started pumping in and out of Mateo, enjoying the feeling of stranger’s cum sliding around my meat. This continued for a few minutes when I heard the door suddenly open. “Shit!” I said, stopping suddenly as whoever had just entered closed the door. I went to pull out of Mateo when I felt a pair of hands grab my ass, one of the fingers probing into my well-fucked hole before smacking my ass with a loud pop, causing me to jump and nearly cum right there. “Damn,” the voice said, sounding extremely familiar, “didn’t expect you a hot piece of ass like you to take to this place so quickly!” Looking over my shoulder, I instantly recognized the man behind me to be the skinhead attendant from people. “Feels like my boy Mateo here already got the first dibs on breaking in your hole,” he continued, pulling his finger out and sticking it in his mouth, “Fuck! Nice tasting hole too!” I watched as the skinhead made his way in front of me, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his shirt off before standing in front of Mateo. “Fuck ya.. 'Sup Kyle,” the Latino grunted, as I started fucking him again. “Shut the fuck up slut,” Kyle muttered, as he pulled his pants off. I stared in awe as Kyle revealed his cock. Like his face and ears, the 9-inch cut cock before me glistened with multiple piercings. A large PA stuck out of the tip of his cock, with an ampallang bisecting the head. Multiple piercings bisected his urethra before ending further down into another piercing, which I now know as a lorum. He also had several scrotal piercings. I stared down at his glittering groin as I continued to slowly watch in stroke himself a few time, before finally stuffing it into the Latin’s open mouth. I watch as the hot Latin guy below me was stuffed on each end, gagging on the skinhead’s meat while I plugged away at his hole. Suddenly, I found myself getting close to orgasming, when I felt Mateo grab my balls and squeeze them roughly. “Fuck!” I yelped, immediately feeling my building orgasm disappear. I watched as Mateo slowly pulled his mouth off Kyle before he smiled up at him. “I loosened him up for you,” Mateo said, an evil grin on his face. Raising his eyebrows, Kyle turned to me, gripping his pierced cock at me. “Well boy,” drawled out, stroking his meat with the copious amounts of saliva from Mateo’s mouth, “I do think a thank you is in order. I did, after all, let you in here for free. And it appears you let the money run out on your monitor. Very bad form.” Looking over at the monitor, I saw that it had in fact run out of time. Looking back at him, he continued. “Honestly, company policy is that we’re supposed to kick both of you out,” he continued, grabbing the back of my head and pulled my hair, causing my head to arch back, “But you see, Mateo and I go way back. So I’d have to just kick you out.” He pulled his face close to mine as I opened my mouth in a slight wince. He smacked my ass, even harder than before causing my mouth to open further in pain, and without hesitation, shoved his warm wet tongue deep in my mouth. Releasing my mouth, he looked deep into my eyes. “I could look the other way if you let me sample that prime boy pussy of yours. I’d wager it’s never had a nice thick piece of pierced meat inside it. And hell, I’ve been dying to feel my cock inside you the second I saw you walk up to me. So what do you say? Let me drop a nice load in that freshly fucked twat?” I stared at him as he pulled away from my face, staring at me with an evil look in his eyes. My mind raced at the thought of taking a second cock in my hole. The idea made me horny, but I still felt myself hesitate. I stopped fucking Mateo as my brain went through its mental gymnastics. “No?” he asked mockingly, stepping back further. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something long and dark from his pocket. I realized with a start that he had pulled a cigar, sticking it in his mouth before proceeded to pull out a lighter from his other pocket, expertly lighting it. That was what did it for me. Something clicked inside my mind as everything hit me. Being balls deep and completely raw in a hot Latino guy who minutes before had come inside my ass after a hard pounding, and now a hot skinhead smoking a thick cigar talking about sampling my hole. It was taboo. It was risky. It was SO. FUCKING. HOT. Immediately, I started nodding, excitement causing my previously tight ass to pucker. Kyle drew deeply before he pulled the cigar out of his mouth, blowing it directly into my face. “Good choice bitch,” He said, immediately walking behind me smacking my ass several times. I felt him pull my asscheeks apart, lightly rubbing his PA across my hole. I was surprised at how warm the metal felt until I felt him pushing into my newly wrecked hole. With no effort, he worked himself deep inside me, the different piercings adding extra pleasure to my hole. “Fuck,” I blurted out, feeling the metal continually pounding into my swollen, well-fucked prostate, “That feels so good.” “Always aim to please fucker,” Kyle replied, puffing away on the cigar as he continued to rape my ass. The three of us continued to fuck, sweat dripping off each other. Mateo, underneath me, was now fisting his cock in time with my strokes into his ass, muttering in Spanish. Every once in a while, he would tighten his hole, which would cause me to slam him harder. This caused Kyle to nearly pull out of my hole, and in turn take an extra long stroke back into my ass. The room took on a haze as the cigar smoke, the glow of the monitor accentuating it. We continued pounding at the others hole, and before long, I felt Mateo start to tighten even more on my weeping cock. “Hostia!” he cried out, his ass giving my cock one final squeeze. “Me vengo (I'm cumming)! Shit! Si, venga papi, vente en mi culo (Yes, cum baby, cum in my ass)!” “What?” I asked, trying desperately to not lose my composure. “He wants you to cum up his ass fucker,” Kyle barked, taking a drag on the cigar and watching as Mateo began shooting all over the floor, “Give him your load and you can get mine injected right up your cumdump! Give him all you got Pig!” I picked up the pace, feeling my balls start to boil, but I just couldn’t get to the point of no return. Then, an idea hit me. I put one hand in the center of the spent Latino’s back and grabbed the bottle of poppers he had been sniffing, taking several hits in each nostril before setting back down. I waited a few seconds, feeling the warm feeling rush through my body, and then, pausing for a second, I stopped fucking Mateo’s hole and reached behind me, pulling the cigar from Kyle’s mouth. I stuck the nearly spent, spit covered cigar butt into my mouth and start smoking the cigar. FUCK! This is what I needed! I thought to myself and started slamming the hole in front of me. Suddenly, I felt the burning sensation deep in my loins, and with one final stroke, shot deep. “HOLY! FUCKING! SHIT!” I yelled as it felt like all my body fluids shot through my piss hole, my balls draining completely of their cum. Shot after shot flowed out of me, shooting deep into Mateo's hole and mixing further with the other loads in his ass. “Fucking hot,” Kyle cheered, watching as I twitched over and over, my orgasm took over my entire body. With one final twitch, I slumped over slightly over Mateo, letting out a deep breath. “My turn piggy,” Kyle said, and with an extra hard slam, I felt his cock begin twitching in my ass. He picked up the pace, a blur in my hole. Kyle moaned as he slammed my hole, and with one final groan, he slowed to a steady slow slam, sliding deeper than he had gone previously, over and over with each shot. I moaned in time with each thrust, feeling the cum jet deep inside me. After about 20 slams into my hole, he finally stopped moving, pulling the now spent cigar from my mouth and tossing it on the floor, crushing it under his foot. We all stood there for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow of the hot experience that had just transpired. Mateo was the first to move, standing up slightly and pulling my now deflated cock from his ass. Kyle followed suit, and with a soft plop, cum dripping from my wreck hole. My asshole quivered as the air hit my gaping hole as I stood up, a content smile on my face, still panting from the workout. I watched as Mateo reached into his pants, and without warning tossed me his phone. Catching it, I looked down, slightly confused. “Put your number in it dude,” he replied, pulling his clothes back on, “We definitely have to hook up again soon.” Nodding, I put my cell into the phone, adding my name and handed it back to him. With little more than a wave, Mateo left the room, shutting the door behind him. Kyle did the same with his phone, and as we both got dressed he started talking. “So, what do you think?” he asked, picking up the used cigar and throwing it in the trashcan. “Is it always that…” I started to ask, at a loss for words to describe exactly what I felt. “Hot? Dirty? Fucking twisted?” he guessed, pulling his shirt back on, “Not always. Usually, a lot of trolls here looking for a piece of prime boy pussy like yours. Just depends. Fridays and Saturdays are best.” I nodded, making a mental note of everything he was saying as he continued. “Mateo is a regular here, but it's rare to see him top. That boy tends to be a gut busting bottom. Nice to see him giving a load to a hungry hole for once.” “Oh,” I replied, a look of concern on my face thinking back to what he had told me earlier. Seeing my face take on the look of concern, Kyle continued. “Don’t worry. That cumslut works down at the free clinic on Broadway. Also on PrEP, if his profile is to be believed. And I just got tested last week, so no worries from me.” A bit of relief from those words, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “So, got a name stranger?” he asked. “Jake,” checking my pockets to make sure I had everything, starting to feel tired as the adrenaline and hormones finally ran their course. “Nice to meet you, or should I say 'meat your hole',” he replied with a chuckle, “Really from around here, or just visiting?” “No, really am from around here. Just moved in next door,” I replied following him out the hall and towards the stairs up to the main part of the bookstore. “Nice! You should really consider getting a membership then!” he said, climbing the stairs before opening the door and holding it for me, “It’s usually $100, but I’ll talk with the owner and see if he’ll give you a deal.” “Thanks,” I said softly, considering the idea. “Well, I’m off and have finals to study for, dude. See you soon?” he asked, nodding at the new attendant in the booth, who then handed him a backpack. “Sure,” I replied, and with a slight flourish of his hand, he waved goodbye. “I’ll text ya soon!” he called behind him and walked out the door. Feeling my exhaustion ebbing at my mind, I walked out the door as well, making the short walk to my building. Looking down at my watch, I realized that it was already 1 am, and I was suddenly thankful that I had the weekend off. The security guard at the front desk looked up from the computer screen and his phone, starting to get up. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my key, and with a slight nod, he sat back down and turned his attention back to the monitor. — A quick ride up the elevator, I dragged myself across the hall as the elevator opened. With my key still in hand, I tapped the card to the door and listened as the door lock whirred and let me in. The door closed automatically behind me, and I grab the knob, turning it back to locked. Slowly, I trudged into my bedroom and stripped off my clothes before pulling back the covers and climbing into bed. The cool air of the room caused goose bumps to break out across my skin, and I pulled the light sheet on top of me. I reached over and shut off the lights before laying back in the extremely comfortable bed. Lying in bed, I let my mind wander to that night's events. Slowly, I ran my fingers slowly down my torso, grabbing my ever slightly hardening cock, still too spent from the earlier festivities, relishing in the slight stickiness from ass juices and strangers cum mixed with my own now dried all over me. I let out a slight laugh and continued to draw my fingers ever lower before lifting my left leg up slightly and shoving a finger into my sloppy, cum-filled hole. I slowly shoved the finger in, loving the slick feeling as it sank in deeply, followed by a second and then a third. After a few minutes of finger fucking myself, I pulled them out and brought my fingers to my nose. I took a deep sniff of them. Fresh cum and ass. My cock twitched slightly, and an evil thought flashed into my mind. Tentatively, I licked the index finger. The flavor of two loads mixed with my ass tasted amazing. I sucked them clean, thinking about what Matt would say if he saw me doing it. I smiled again, and after a second sighed. “Fuck the British twat… he doesn't get a say anymore,” I muttered before turning over, quickly drifted asleep.

Dad’s Basement Part Nine I woke up suddenly. I wasn’t on the sofa anymore. I was in my bed, naked but at least in my bed. The room was dark and the door was closed. I could hear muffled voices coming from down the hall, deep voices. Was Dad fucking around again, or was it just the TV? Slowly, I cracked open my bedroom door and listened. It wasn’t the TV, unless Dad was talking to it. I opened my door more and slipped out, creeping down the hall, pressing my body against the wall, trying to be smaller, just like I did when I was younger and was spying on Dad. “Drew, how did you know your boy would be willing to get fucked, hell even take our poz loads” someone asked. It was Garrett, I recognized his voice from last night. “Squirt has been spying on his own Dad, pretty much all his life, but what really sealed the deal was the Dad/Son role-playing bareback porn he jacks to” “So the little fucker was a pervert just like his Dad, only he didn’t know it” Garrett replied. “Oh Squirt knew it, but wasn’t able to admit it” Dad said. “I think he will now” “Fucker didn’t know it was me last night fucking him through the glory hole” That voice, I knew that voice. I heard it last night but still didn’t know. “Never said word one to me, Paul” Dad said, “I am surprised you held out until last night. Always figured I would get a call that you raped his ass in the locker room at his school” That’s when it hit me, Paul and school. Only one person there I knew by that name and that was Coach Paul, the fucking track coach. I would always catch him looking at me, lusting after my ass. “Too many witnesses there,” Coach Paul said, “Now the alley behind the theatre that’s a different store” “Speaking of theatre, you going to whore his boy pussy out at the one on Mason Ave?” “Garrett, thats your hole in the wall, fucking hangout, You and skin should take him there.” Dad said. “Oh fuck yeah, I can do that,” Garrett replied. “Doc, how was the boy pussy this afternoon” “Best I have had in a long time, Drew and I double fucked it.” Doc responded. Fuck, Dad, Garrett, Coach Paul and Doc, sitting around talking about me, I could not believe this. Talk of a theatre, I had to know more. “Would love to whore him out at the truck stop and rest area” Dad said. “Charge ‘em, you could make a lot of money” Coach replied. “Well, the three of you can have him anytime free of charge” Dad said. “Ever thought of filming him, take him to a cheap, flea bate motel and advertise his ass, then film it.” Doc asked “I want him to experience everything and more” Dad replied. “Hell yeah” “Fucker can be a prick tease, was doing that last night in his bed, almost jumped on him and raped his ass. When Daddy’s dick wants hole, it’s going to get it.” “Damn that’s fucked up,” Garrett said, “Skin here don't like to be teased” I inched forward, closer to the edge of the hall, still not wanting to be caught. “Damn Doc you missed it last night, was the hottest fucking sight. Drew here popping his own son’s cherry, then raw fucking him, dropping the first poz strain deep inside.” Garrett said. “Don’t remind me” Doc replied, “With all the strains he took last night, fuck flu should come fast, especially since y’all prepped his pussy well” “Your professional opinion?” Dad asked. “Just a thought, His boy pussy will need to be seeded with more poz loads during that time, that insures a conversion, after that a visit to Dax is in order.” Doc replied. Dax, who the fuck is Dax? I never heard Dad speak of him, her or what ever Dax is. Curiosity was killing me, I crept forward a bit more and could see into the living room. Dad was in his chair so his back was to me, I could only make out Doc’s huge legs to the left of him and Garrett and Coach Paul were on the sofa. To my surprise they were dressed, although Garrett and Paul were massaging there crotches. “Did we get his jock? If not I have a nice ripe one he wore during phys-ed. Swiped it when he was in the shower” Coach Paul said. “That jock has more of your DNA on it than Matt’s. His jock is hanging proudly on a nail in the locker room below. Right under mine” Dad said. I could not believe that Coach Paul stole my jock, it was my favorite, broken in, soft and had the perfect indentation of my cock in the fabric. I thought some football player meat head took it as a joke, but Coach Paul was a surprise. “Paul, did you ever fuck that quarterback you were after” Dad asked. “Doc and I pounded that hole about two weeks ago, after a pill dissolve in a beer, he was ours for the taking.” Coach Paul responded. “Thanks for sharing that muscle ass Paul” Dad said smartly. “Got videos if you want, Wait the fuck, that was the weekend you and Matt went to your folks, don’t blame me if you missed out” “Fuck you Paul” Dad said back laughing, “Almost get Matt that weekend, had to share a bed with the little squirt there, but couldn’t risk Mom hearing, Dad on the other hand would have joined in” Fuck, Gramps is a pervert too. Can’t wait to visit him again. “Only bad thing about Dad is, he is shooting blanks. No HIV” Dad said. “Your family is fucking twisted, Drew” Garrett said. “Dad and son fucking has been going on for generations now, it’s tradition. You jealous?” Dad said. “Fuck yeah I am,” Garrett responded, “Dad had a dick on him with foreskin to boot.” “Now who's the pervert.” “Did Thick Dick Rick come and play” Doc asked. “Fuck yeah he did. His was the third cock Matt took through the glory hole. Rode it like a champ. Just need to get him inside the basement to fuck him, wanna hear him make Matt squeal like a pig” Dad replied. I saw Dad’s head turn to Doc, but still couldn’t see either of their faces. “I know that face Doc, what the fuck is going on in that twisted mind of yours” Dad asked. “Just thinking how far we could stretch open that boy pussy of Matt’s, maybe just turn it from a pussy to a cunt quicker” Doc replied. “Go on” “Double fuck his boy pussy with Thick Dick Rick” Doc said, “My cock and his” “Oh you twisted fucker” Coach Paul said, adding “I get to be camera man on that one” “I can prep his pussy real good with my mouth, and ole’ Skin here will supply to lube” Garrett added. “Guess that means I supply the boy pussy” Dad said with a laugh. “Getting late guys, we need to break this cock gag session up” Doc said, “Looks like we all are in agreement on Matt, let’s wait for the fuck flu and go from there” I listened a bit more as the men called it a night. As they left, I hurried back to my bed. What was this agreement? Were they each going to whore me out in their own fucking deviant ways? Was I now their sex slave? Don’t I have any say? I had more answers than questions. One thing I decide I wasn’t going to play my hand that I knew. I was going to see where they took me, without them knowing I know. Fuck I was tired, I was starting to confuse myself. I closed my eyes trying to go back to sleep. I heard a faint knock, thinking it was a dream moments later. I listened again, a knock. I stayed quiet. Opened my eyes just enough to see my window. There was a dark outline of a man on the blinds. Another knock. I got up, lifted a slat of the blind, peeking out. It was Garrett. I quickly but quietly raised the blinds and window. “What’s up Garrett?” I asked. “Skin is Boy” he replied.

Part 2 – Mandingo Tagger Tag Teams: I could smell his need to fuck as I walked past the security guard who had unlocked and opened the office door for me. Maybe it was because he partially blocked the door as I came through so that in order to get past him I had to rub my ass against the firm bulge in his pants. The office door clicked and locked, four sets of eyes stared me down, but like I said, being tweaked out on Tina makes me bold. “Pay to play huh?” I asked rhetorically, “How’s that saying go? Don’t let your mouth write checks your ass can’t cash? Well my ass is flush, ready, willing and fucking able to take whatever the fuck you guys got!” While one guy huffed in frustration, as he had to help someone who had stopped at the desk, the other three shoved me into the small bathroom, blocking any chance of escape. I looked around and screwed up my face in disgust - these fuckers were filthy! That bathroom looked like it had never seen a cleaning and smelled like an outhouse. One of the new guys turned and slapped the two that had been there earlier on the chest and said, “Yo, cover for us for a few. I need to teach this fag a lesson.” The bathroom door closed and it was just me and him. I backed up to the brown, crusty sink as the drip of the faucet mixed with the beat of my heart pounding in my ears. This security guard looked pissed, mean, and like he wanted to beat the fuck out of me and for a brief instant I questioned my tactics. He then closed the gap between us, grabbed me by throat, bent me backwards, and as he snarled and spittle flew he said, “I AIN’T DOWN WITH ALL THAT FAG SHIT AND MY DICK ONLY FUCKS PUSSY - REAL WOMAN PUSSY YOU FEEL ME? BUT MY BABY MAMA LEFT ME WITH BLUE BALLS THIS MORNING WHEN I TRIED TO GET SOME, SO I WILL - FUCKING PAY ATTENTION - I WILL LET YOU SUCK ME ONLY AND YOU WILL SWALLOW MY NUTT. NO HANDS. DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME. JUST GET ON YOUR KNEES AND LET ME BLOW DOWN YOUR THROAT.” I gasped for air for a sec, got on my knees, tried to angle back and forth to unzip my pants and got a swift kick in the balls, “YO FAG BOY - NONE OF THAT SHIT,” the security tagger said, “I TOLD YOU. I AIN’T LIKE THAT. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GIMME SOME NECK. SHOW ME WHAT A CUM HUNGRY FAG YOU ARE FOR THIS BIG BLACK DICK AND TASTY CREAM NUTT!” A few minutes later he flung the door open and announced to his buddies, “Fucked that bitch ass good,” then proceeded to the desk. The next security guard came in, closed the bathroom door, and said, “You trying to get that ass tagged again? Bro out there said you was slutted out by the homies upstairs - used like a fucking whore - banged out in the window and all kinds of crazy shit. That true? Yeah? Fuck yeah! Gimme a snort and let me up that ass, I got a huge fucking nutt to drop.” I grimaced as his big dick split my hole open, cracking apart the dried Mandingo Tagger loads, reopening the cuts and scrapes in my ass, peeling back the fresh scabbing and sanding my gut lining smooth with his rough BBC. “DID MY CO-WORKER BREED THAT ASS? HUH? YEAH? YOU SURE? FEELS AWFUL FRESH, BUT THEN I GET TO BUST IT OPEN. I KNOW THAT NICCA FRONTIN - PLAYIN LIKE HE A FREAK ASS MOTHA FUCKA BUT HE AIN’T - NOT LIKE ME. I LIKE THAT FREAK SHIT - RAUNCHY SHIT - NASTY SHIT. OH HELL YEAH, SMELLING THAT NICCA NUTT NOW DRAINING OUT. FUCK YEAH! HITTIN THAT SLOPPY PUSSY - YEAH BITCH BEND THE FUCK OVA AND TAKE MY DICK - TAKE IT! TAKE THAT DICK! TAKE IT! TAKE THAT DADDY DICK - HELP A DADDY OUT - DADDY DICK-EM - DADDY DICKIN THAT PUSSY!” the second security guard tagger exclaimed as he added his load. The long BBC was yanked from my slimed hole, “Oh fuckin hell,” the security guard said as he looked down at his pants. They were crusted and stained with mandingo nutt juice and white bussy ass slime. I smiled, kneeled in front of him and started lapping at his polyester uniform pants. My tongue swiped, swabbed, and suckled the curdled mix and in addition to getting his pants Spic-n-Span clean, it made his dick rock hard again. “God damn it!” he growled as he tried adjusting himself. Without a word I bent over the sink, looked in the mirror and met his eyes and said, “Come on man, push another load in, see how deep your dick can go now that I’m opened up.” Good thing the sink was bolted well to the wall as I had to hold on for the BBC rollercoaster fuck he threw down and knew I would have big bruises at the top of my thighs from being slammed into the dirty porcelain sink as he seeded me with another mandingo load. Finally satisfied, and his uniform clean, the security guard opened the door, stepped out, and was replaced by the guard I had shared my Tina with when I first got into the building. He turned and locked the door, then paused and looked at me. He was handsome, younger than me, and on the outside looked like he was clean cut, but his eyes showed a freak flare - a flame of nasty that burned bright. The security guard held out his right hand, palm up, a fat baggy of white offered, “Thought you might be needing some more meth. The way you putting that shit down, would be a fuckin damn shame if you started to come down. I like cum sluts that are fucked up - you fucked up? You need some more mandingo dick? Yeah? You ain’t been filled yet? I got 10.5 inches that’s as fucking thick as my wrist that says you will be.” I grunted as he dropped his drawers, started digging at my hole with his long nails, held my breath as I felt him slice my gut lining, then cried out as he slammed into me and pressed me against the wall, “YOU LIKE THAT?” the security guard asked, “SUBMIT TO ME BITCH BOY - ARCH THAT FUCKING BACK AND LET ME IN THAT BLOODY HOLE. I FEEL ALL THAT NICCA NUTT SLOPPING AROUND - JESUS YOU GOT A DEEP PUSSY! EVER TAKE A FIST? NO - HMM - WELL THAT’S GOOD. COME ON SLUT - PUSH YOUR HIPS BACK - RIDE ME - WORK THAT NUTT OUTTA MY BALLS - WORK IT - TWERK THAT PUSSY ASS. HOW YOU GOING TO PAY ME BACK FOR THE METH? YOU ALREADY SNORTED SOME SO WHATCHA YOU GOIN TO DO FOR ME? ANYTHING? THAT RIGHT? ANYTHING? HELL YEAH, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU CAN DO - FUCK YEAH. SEEDING YOU RAW - FILLING YOU WITH MY SPICEY JIZZ! HELL YEAH! TAGGING THAT BUSSY WITH MY PAINT - TAGGING YOU WITH ‘CUM HERE’ WRITTEN IN BBC JIZZ - THE BEST SORTA PAINT FOR THEM GUT WALLS.” I leaned against the wall, breathing heavy like I had just spent a long, hot summer day doing manual labor. The Tagger security guard who had just bred me chuckled, smiled, held out his hand and said, “I’m Raymond.” I was going to reply then my ass cramped, burped, and BBC nutt and ass juice sluiced out the back and sprayed the wall. “Oh fuck!” I said, thoroughly embarrassed. Raymond’s face got serious. His left hand came up and smacked me good as he said, “Get the fuck down there and lick that up. I didn’t drop a nutt for you to waste it. Now use that fucking tongue!” OK, the walls were streaked with dark, yellow stains from all the piss that had missed the toilet, so I got a mouthful of nutt, ass juice, and dried, old piss, and my dick twitched and hole needed more. I started to pull back and Raymond slammed my head forward into the drywall, “SHOW ME WHAT A SUB HUMAN BITCH HOLE YOU ARE - LICK THAT SHIT UP - THAT’S IT - OBEY YOUR FUCKING MASTER!” My tongue scraped the spooge and filth off the wall and then I yelped as Raymond squatted behind me and slammed his dick back in, “THAT’S IT YOU NASTY SLUT - USE THAT FUCKING TONGUE! DON’T MISS A FUCKING SPOT. THEM WALLS BETTER BE SHINY AND CLEAN IF YOU WANT SOME MORE NUTT IN THE HOLE. JESUS CHRIST YOU A FREAK! YOU JUST A SUB-HUMAN FAG FUCK HOLE AREN’T YOU? SPIT SHINE IT - SPIT ON IT - COME ON NOW - THIS CRAZY SHIT’S GETTING ME CLOSE. MILK MY DICK. MILK MY PIPE - LET ME LAY THAT PIPE IN THEM GUTS YOU NASTY FREAK! LET’S MAKE SOME OREOS AND I GOT THE MILK - COME ON NOW - FUCKING JIZZ WHORE - FUCKING JIZZ DUMP - SLURP THAT SHIT - SLURP IT - OH OH OH OH!!” “You going to give me a ride home?” I meekly asked as Raymond stuffed his now deflated dick back into his pants and zipped. He gave a look, a dismissal wave, and a “PHEW,” before opening the door and leaving me standing there, my tongue coated in bathroom funk and my ass coated in Tagger nutt. His fellow security guard had his dick out and was spitting on it before the damn door even closed. “MY FUCKING WIFE IS PINGING ME WONDERING WHERE THE FUCK I’M AT. YOU MADE ME LATE. AIIGHT - TIME TO HIT THAT SHIT - I GOTTA BLOW THIS NUTT AND BOUNCE OUTTA HERE!” Far too quickly my ass was reloaded and I was alone in a rank bathroom that was cleaner then when I started. I felt like I had to piss, but nothing came out, so I got my pants on, did a few huge snorts of Tina for the road, and walked back out to the office. The two security guards now on duty ignored me. There were folks coming in and out of the lobby and while not morning, it was getting closer so the clubs must have let out and folks were coming home and those real freaks were heading out for their second wind to party, play, drink, or whatever. I knew the general direction back to the city and made my way out of the parking lot and started hoofing it down the sidewalk. The streetlights cast a hazy, spotty glow and only about 1 in 4 were actually working. I was too tweaked out to be scared or give a shit and paid no mind to the cars whizzing by. I was mumbling to myself as I walked, pissed that the Mandingo Taggers took all my cash, pissed that no one would give me a ride, but then smiled as I felt the warmth of nutt seep out of my banged out ass hole. “YO - YO - FUCKING YO MAN!” a voice sounded from my left. I paused, turned, and white car slow rolled up beside me with green/gold letters on the door that said ‘PARKER SECURITY’. It was Raymond, who had been by far the best fucker out of the four Mandingo Tagger security guards. I stopped, smiled, walked over to the open window, bent forward and placed my arms crossed on the door and asked, “What’s up officer?” Raymond put his right hand forward on the seat and leaned closer to the open window, “Get that fuckin ass in this car man,” he sniped. I opened the door, slid in, shut the door, Raymond cranked up the tunes and picked a lit joint out of the ashtray and hit it, then offered it to me. I declined, reached into my pocket and pulled out the baggy of Tina and took a big snort then rubbed some on my gums. He smiled, shook his head as smoke streamed from his nostrils and out the open driver’s side window. We drove for a few minutes then I looked around and said, “Hey man, the city’s back that way I think. Where we going?” Raymond exhaled, shook his head, “I need to stop at the house first, don’t get your fucking panties in a wad.” He knew about the red lace panties I wore to meet the Mandingo Taggers? No, I was just paranoid. Several minutes - another joint and more meth later - we pulled into the long driveway of a good sized house at the end of a Cul-de-Sac that looked like about every other house we had driven by in this suburban dead zone. It seemed like even the crickets new not to make noise. All the street lights worked, a few lawns had automatic sprinklers going, there was even a paper boy that we passed on his bike as he artfully tossed the extra-large weekend edition up onto the porches and walkways. The garage door slowly raised up, Raymond eased his cruiser in to the left of a full-sized, pickup truck, set the car in park, and finished off his blunt while the garage door closed. “Come on,” he said. I got out of the car, walked around the front, “After you,” Raymond said as he pointed to the steps and the white door that led into the house. Just as I got to the bottom step and placed my hand on the railing, Raymond grabbed my right wrist, yanked it back, clamped cold steel around it that pinched deep into my flesh, then in my state of confusion and wonder he grabbed my left wrist, and did the same as he cuffed my hands together behind my back. “WHAT THE FUCK?” I bellowed. Raymond shoved me to the side and slammed me face first into a set of metal tool cabinets, “SHUT THE FUCK. YOU OWE ME FOR THAT BIG BAG OF METH YOU GOT STUFFED IN THEM POCKETS - TIME TO PAY UP.” I chuckled, smiled, turned my head and said, “Damn dude. All you had to do was ask. You know I’d let you fuck me again.” Raymond shook his head and the right side of his upper curled in a wicked smirk, “Yeah, it ain’t me man that will be breaking that pussy open.” I stumbled up the steps, Raymond reached past me and turned the knob, we entered a dimly lit kitchen right out of the 1980s filled with yellows, avocado greens, and dark browns. I was left standing in the middle of the kitchen floor as Raymond walked over to the hallway and peered up through the stair opening towards the second floor and hollered, “POPS - YO POPS - YOU UP NICCA? POPS! I KNOW YOU AWAKE AND BAKIN - CAN SMELL THAT JAMAICAN SHIT - COME ON DOWN AND LOOK WHAT I BROUGHT YOU.” While we waited, I heard thuds and sounds from upstairs. Raymond leaned against the counter, lit a half-smoked joint that was in an ashtray, and looked at me with a smile. “Look man,” I said, “I just want to go home. We cool?” Fucking rent-a-cop on a power trip - God damn it! Raymond walked over, fished the baggy out of my pants, pulled a plate down from the cupboard, expertly cut up several lines, then held the plate under my nose with his left hand while pinching a nostril with his right so I could snort up. Fuck that shit burned! I knew I had meth around my nostrils and was ready to ask him to wipe it off or shove it in when the light in the front hallway dimmed, a baritone voice growled and muttered, and the tangy, sweet smell of Jamaican weed hit my nostrils. I turned and gaped as a Minotaur from ancient legends stepped into the room. Tall, black, muscled with tattoos that covered his right arm, ran up the right side of his neck, and looped down to encircle a large animal paw print with extended claws on his right pec. However, his left side was totally free of ink - giving him a sideways/off balanced look. The joint between his lips glowed as he inhaled, making me look at his face. He had on a do-rag skullcap that appeared to be covering his tightly braided hair as some of the braids looped around from the nape of his neck and fell neatly under his chin. I followed his left hand as he removed the joint from his lips, set it in the vacant spot in the ashtray, then reached down and rolled about 3 inches of foreskin back from the head of his bull dick, exposing a bright pick tip that was dripping nectar of the gods. Raymond walked over to him, leaned in, whispered, waved his hand around a bit, whispered, as the BBC bull eyed me. Raymond then headed to the stairs and yelled back, “I’M TAKING THE CHARGER POPS. YOU GOT THIS?” Pops stepped closer to me, his bare feet leaving sweaty, moist marks on the linoleum floor. He eyed me up and down and said, “WELCOME TO FOOT LONG FRIDAYS.” Stay Tuned for Part 3 - THY KING-DOM CUM (*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!)

I reconnected with an ex-lover not too long ago. We didn't part on the best of terms. He threatened to call the cops on me when I told him I didn't want to see him anymore. He was 17 at the time. He begged me to fuck him then when we first met. So, I did. And then, once he realized I didn't wanna fuck anymore after a month or so, he threatened to call the police. What a nice guy. Maybe what happened next was Karma. We made peace and started hanging out recently a few years after our bad split. We'll call my ex lover "Kyle" for privacy sake. We went to some random party one night in Gainesville, Florida and we talked about how we should find a top for both of us to share. He loved the idea. I knew my friend Corey was always up for topping a hot twink. Kyle was a "pocket gay" at about 5-7, 115 pounds, white boy with emo rimmed glasses. He was a total bottom. I told Kyle that my friend Corey would play with us, but warned Kyle that Corey was poz. I described Corey to Kyle - 5-11, 140, 24 yo, huge cock, blond hair, nice body, etc. Kyle was very interested but scared of the poz aspect. I told Kyle that we could all play safe, and at least he knew what he was getting. (Well, maybe he didn't, as it turns out.) So, the next night, I arranged for Corey to come over. I told Corey that Kyle knew he was poz, and that we would just see what happened. I ended up getting a bit too drunk. I started the threesome activity to get us started .. kissing, we took turns going down on each other. I then left the bed to sit at my desk and look for music vidz on YT as I was too drunk/exhausted to continue. Besides, I could play with either of them any other day. It was only a few minutes before Corey was eating Kyle's ass. Kyle moaned. Corey must have ate his ass for at least 10 minutes. And Kyle was loving every moment of it. I was a bit distracted by the playlist I was constructing, and before I knew it, Corey was fucking Kyle. I guess Kyle didn't care about Corey being poz after all. Corey slowly picked up his face as he fucked Kyle doggy style. I was amazed that Kyle was so quiet, though. Corey started pounding him harder. Still, Kyle only occasionally moaned. Must be a bigger power bttm, than I realized. Corey doesn't just fuck. He slam fucks. Deep powerful jabs. And he often likes to take his massive cock all the way out and then drive it all the way in again often. Tonight was no exception. Corey fucked Kyle for over a half hour in 4 or 5 different positions. Only in the last few minutes did Kyle start getting verbal beyond the occasional grunt. Kyle's moans became louder and louder. Corey pounded harder and harder. Loud slaps rang out as Corey drilled Kyle's ass. Both of them moaned increasingly louder. "I'm about to cum," Kyle whined. Corey power slammed his cock in and out as fast as he could and I could tell both of them were cumming at the same time. I noticed Corey didn't bother to pull out either. Kyle didn't seem to mind one bit. Both cleaned themselves up, and the two of them left separately moments later. The next day I got a text from Kyle that said "Wait, was Corey poz?" I guess Kyle couldn't remember. It occurred to me that Kyle was drunk, and high the night before. So, I guess he just forgot. I told him he was and Kyle replied with "wow, thanks." I was going to reply but I figured why waste the time. Maybe Kyle got what he deserved for being such an ass a few years ago. And he should probably be thanking me for real. He got one hell of an ass pounding.

Dad’s Basement Part Twelve I had almost gotten up and left the booth, when the door opened and a older man came in and shut the door. He was average height, with white hair, dressed all in black. He kept his back to me as he locked the booth door. There I sat with my shorts around my ankles. He turned and smiled. That’s when I noticed he was a Priest, a real fucking Priest. “Hello my Son” he said. “Hello Father” “Now what could bring a boy like you to a place like this?” he asked, “tell me honestly” “Looking for cock Father” The Priest shook his head. How could this fucker be judging me, when his ass was in here too. “Son, I think you need to get on your knees and pray.” I don’t know what game he was playing, but I would see how it would go. I stood up, bent over to pull up my shorts. When he stopped me. “Step out of them my Son and kneel” I stepped out of my shorts, and kelt on the dried cum stains on the floor. He stepped forward, his crotch inches from my face. “Close your eyes my Son” he said “and I will begin” I blindly obeyed him. “Heavenly Father, please give this young man guidance in his sinful times. Let him see the wisdom of your oh mighty vessel before him.” As he spoke, he unzipped his pants, reached inside and pullout out his cock and balls. They hung limp against his black pants. “Allow the seed of your being to flow from my Holy shaft, into his waiting challis, filling him with your light as well as the darkened love from Below. Allow the bond between my Holy Massive Shaft to open his challis for more of man’s destructive seed. In POZ cum we pray, Amen.” What the fuck was I hearing. Was this Priest praying about poz cum, cock and ass. “Open your mouth my Son and swallow my shaft” I opened my eyes to see a thick cock sticking straight out of his black pants, I circled my lips around it and started to suck. I slobbered on the cock until it shined and dripped spit on the front of his pants. Reaching under my pits, he pulled me up, turned me around, bent me forward until I faced the glory hole again. Without uttering another word, he rammed his cock balls deep into my hole. Not even waiting he began to fuck my hole, harder and harder. He grabbed my hair to keep me form moving. “Boys fucking never fucking learn. Cock, cock, cock is all they want. I will give them cock until they fucking get fucking over it.” He continued to yell the most vile statements about cock and sex as he pounded my hole. He thrusted all the way in and began to shoot his load. “Take the Unholy cum deep in your pussy, you God damn fucking whore” Then it was over, he quickly pulled out, tucked his cock away and leave. Leaving with with a “I’m sorry” I stood up shaking me head. What the fuck was that about. “I see you met Father Micheal. Man is so confused, but so twisted” Garrett said, “ I should call him and let him and the other Priest in his order gang bang you. I think you would like that. Come with me, let’s walk around” “Okay” I said grabbing my shorts, holding them in a ball in my hand as I left the booth. Fuck I was naked from the waist down and I didn’t care, hell maybe the men would stop me in the public area and fuck me. I was getting a lot of looks as I was standing in front of Garrett, who was back in a corner, he had placed me in front of him - ass out to everyone. “Hot load on your face Matt, give me a lick” Instead of moving closer, I bent forward, sticking my ass out. Garrett’s tongue was licking my face, savoring the cum load. I felt hands rub my ass, as the men walked by. Some stopped and slid fingers in, fingering my hole, coating their fingers with cum and sucking it off. “Hold still” Garrett said to me, hooking his arm around my neck. I felt a cock stabbing at my hole, it would slide in just slightly then pull out, testing the tightness of my hole. I could not believe that someone was doing this out in the public area. I felt more and more of the cock slide in me. My hole gave way with ease after the couple of rough fucks I got. The cock slid in until I felt a belt buckle pressing against my ass. The cold metal only stayed there a moment, then was gone, but seconds later it return. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see men gathering, pulling their cocks out and stroking them. “Afternoon Garrett, this a friend of yours?” “Afternoon Officer Thompson and he is the son of a friend of mine” “Should arrest you two for lewd public acts” “Let’s take it out in trade” “Had your ass many times, Garrett, so this boy’s hole will do this time” I felt him pick up speed, thrusting in and out of my slick hole, at times he would move his hips in circular motions while his cock was pushed in almost the whole way. Then it was back to deep fucking. I moaned wildly as I watch men jacking their cocks next to use. “I am going to shoot” one said. Officer Thompson pulled his cock out until the head was just inside, pulling at the inside of my hole. “Shoot it on my cock and I will drive it in the boy” The man stepped up, aiming his cock at the cop’s exposed shaft and shot. The cum covered the shaft and was driven in, he was pushing deeper and deeper into my hole. More men began to yell they were close and each time they shot, it was on the cop’s cock only to be shoved into my hole. I could not keep count of how many men shot this way. The cop was moaning loudly, Garrett just had a grin on his face, watching me get fucked by his cop friend, and taking all the loads from the voyeuristic men. The cop kept slowly stroking his cock with my cum filled hole, edging it while he allowed all the men to shoot. “Need to finish, got to get back to my beat” He pumped a few times and drove in deep, spilling his cum deep into my hole. I felt his cock jump as his cum coated my inside and mixed with the other men’s loads. “Fucking good pussy, Garrett.” he said. “Maybe you can bring him to Ryan and I’s home so we can use him for a weekend. Think his Daddy would allow that” He slowly pulled his cock out as I squeezed my hole against it. “We would treat him right and send him home with our gifts” he said, “Now clean my cock Garrett” Garrett moved in front of the cop and dropped to his knees. I turned to see the cop for the first. He was ruggedly handsome, slightly muscular build to make his uniform tight. Garrett slurped on his cock, taking the spongy shaft into his mouth. Licking and sucking the cum off it. The cop pulled free of Garrett’s suction, tucked his cock in his pants and left. “Let’s get you home young man, you had an very busy afternoon” I put my shorts on and we left. All the way home I could feel cum leaking from my hole. By the time I got into the house, there was a huge wet spot on the ass of my shorts, and cum was running down my leg. Dad was sitting on the sofa, butt naked. HIs hard cock sticking straight up in the air. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap and tell me all about it Son”

I answered an ad on CL last night. The ad said 2 Arab men were wanting their cocks sucked in their hotel room at the MGM Grand Hotel on the Las Vegas Strip. I replied to the ad. We shared a couple of pics and emails back and forth, then they invited me to come to their room. They described themselves as a 45 year old Turkish rug salesman, 5'10", 190lbs, very hairy, light brown skin, brown eyes, rugged good looks and about a 7" cock. The other guy was his assistant, 26 years old, Moroccan, 5'7", 145lbs, dark skin, mostly smooth with some chest hair. 6" cock. They were in town for a few days drumming up new clients (stores, designers) to sell their rugs. They said that they had been drinking, were horny, and just needed to get sucked off so they could sleep. I traveled to the MGM as quickly as I could get there. I got to the room and knocked on the door. The older guy, the Turk answered the door. He was wearing a white tank style tee-shirt and boxers. He certainly was as handsome and masculine as his pics. His light, chocolate skin and thick, dark body hair looked beautiful to me in his tank shirt. He invited me in. As I entered his hotel room, I could see his buddy lying on one of the beds. He was also a nice looking young guy. Dressed similarly in a tank tee-shirt and boxers. They had some str8 porn playing on the tv. Hooked up to a laptop on the desk beside the tv. The older Turkish guy said his name was Omer. His buddy's name was Youssef. Omer quickly stepped out of his briefs and sat on the edge of the bed. I quickly undressed and grabbed my ever present poppers, then knelt on the floor, at the foot of the bed, between Omer's legs. I took his limp cock into my mouth. It didn't take long for Omer's cock to begin to swell, lengthen and thicken in my mouth. As Omer got to full 7" hardness in my mouth, he told Youssef to come sit next to him on the bed. Omer says to me, "Youssef is normally my cocksucker and pussy boy. He sucks very well. And has a beautiful ass to fuck. But he's becoming a very good salesman. He's becoming a man, now. I felt he needed to be treated to a cocksucker, himself. What better place than Las Vegas for that. Yes?", Omar said with a laugh. I continued to suck on Omer's cock as Youssef got naked and sat next to Omer. As I came up off of Omer's cock, I could see that Youssef was already hard. I scooted over and took Youssef's cock into my mouth. He moaned lightly as I began to suck him. "You like?" Omer asked him. "Fuck, yeah", Youssef replied. I began to take turns sucking both their cocks. I also would lick and suck their balls. Omer's very hairy. Youssef's mostly smooth. Then I lifted Omer's legs a bit. He knew what I wanted. He pulled his knees to his chest and I began to devour his extremely hairy asshole. It was clean, but musky smelling and tasting. It had been a long time since I'd eaten such a hairy hole. It was a real turn on. Then Youssef climbs up on the bed. He's on his hands and knees, with his smooth, dark skinned ass facing us. "Eat his boy pussy", Omer commanded. I climb up on the bed and bury my face in his beautiful, smooth, black ass. I'm licking his hole and spreading his ass cheeks to get my tongue in deeper. I feel Omer now fingering my hole. He presses one of his fingers into me. My ass is dry, so it hurts a bit. "Do you have lube?" I ask. Omer walks to the bedside table and pulls out a bottle of lube. He comes back and lubes up my hole and his rock hard cock. I take some deep drags of my poppers and then go back to eating the young man's hole. Omer now presses his very large and thick cock into me. He doesn't give me any time to adjust to his size, he just slides up into me in one, quick, thrust. It hurts a bit. But I take another drag of poppers and my ass begins to adjust. He wastes no time beginning his pounding. He's holding my waist tightly as he pounds into me. Youssef now turns over and I go back to sucking on his cock as his boss fucks me. Omer fucks me for about 15 minutes, then tells Youssef that it was his turn to fuck me. Omer pulls out and Youssef climbs off the bed and stands behind me. He rams his cock into me. His cock is much smaller and thinner than Omer's, so it goes in easily and quickly. Youssef is very vocal in his enjoyment of my ass. He's moaning and groaning with pleasure as he's fucking me. Youssef didn't take long to cum. Maybe 3 or 4 minutes of heavy pounding, then his body began to shake and he growled as his cock unloaded inside my ass. As soon as Youssef pulled his cum covered cock out of me, Omer again slammed his cock back into me. He was now a man on a mission. Omer now was slamming into me with great force. He and I were both grunting with each thrust of his into my cunt. He was going so deep into me, it was hurting just a bit, but felt amazing at the same time. I took a few more deep drags on the poppers and squeezed my hole onto his big cock. Just a couple of minutes of his heavy pounding resulted in Omer grabbing my hips firmly with his hands, he rammed deep into me and held his cock there. I could feel him shake as his cock throbbed in my ass. He was filling my guts with his hot seed. He was groaning, grunting and moaning as he continued to shoot into me. My ass was milking his cock of every ounce of juice I could get him to deposit in me. Then he slowly pulled from me and presented his cock to Youssef to clean off. Youssef hungrily cleaned his boss's cock of Omer's cum and my ass juices, like a hungry orphan. Then, without any words, Omer began to dress. Youssef climbed off the bed and dressed as well. So, I did the same. I nodded and smiled as I said, "Thanks! Enjoy the rest of your time in Vegas", as I left the room. Damn! It was quick, but, very HOT!

PART 7 About five more old men fucked me and thoroughly bred my ass that early morning after Hank unloaded inside me. When everyone was gone, I slept for a couple of hours, cum covering and leaking out my hole; my white jock torn and drenched. I took a shower in that motel room and marveled at the ache in my hole as I stood under the water. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve taken up my ass. After getting dressed, I walked out the motel door. My hole felt bruised, but I was reminded with every step of the many cocks and cum loads my hole took the night before. It’s been a week since that night and Hank hasn’t texted, and neither has Phil. So I took down my profile from the safe-sex website, and logged on to BarebackFuckers.com when I could, to see if there were any men wanting to fuck me. Many of the men who fucked me in the motel “buddied” me with messages like, “Your ass still sore, boy?” and “Can I bare fuck that perfect jock butt of yours again?” Knowing that I’d want these men again, I kept my replies short and sweet: “Yep. Still sore. Thanks” and “Yes, sir. Let’s schedule a time.” I publicly buddied these men back with the relationship designated as “Fuckbuddies” on every one. With that, it seemed, many of their top friends wanted in on breaking in my butt. Leon wrote me a message. “It’s game day, jock boy. Are you going to get in my car after your game? I’ll take you to my place where I’ll undo your pants and bend you over and bareback your hole through your jockstrap again. Leave you with another of my loads deep inside. I can drive you to your team’s bar afterwards. $1,000. You’ll have a load up your butt and wad in your pocket.” I laughed and answered the message. “Sure thing, Leon. I’m all in. $1,000. I’ll meet you at your car after the game. The coach usually gives a pep talk afterward, but it shouldn’t take too long.” It was almost 12:30 when I met up with Leon at his car. We had won, and I was eager to celebrate with Leon’s large raw cock up my butt. He unlocked the passenger’s side door and I got in. The old man immediately perved over me in my uniform. He put his hand over my crotch and felt the mound of my protective cup. He knocked on it and smiled, hearing the thud of hard plastic, before reaching into my pants to pull the cup out and throw it to the floor. As we drove, he rubbed my hard cock through the polyester/lycra baseball pants. My precum, having saturated my jock pouch, created a wet spot on the the front of my white pants. When we pulled into Leon’s garage, he closed the door and immediate put his face in my crotch. He put the wet spot on my baseball pants into his mouth and began sucking. My cockhead felt the heat of Leon’s mouth through the fabric and my cock only pushed harder against the fabric to feel Leon’s mouth. As my hardon strained against the fabric, I forced more precum into the jock pouch and pants, wanting Leon to feed off of my young sperm. But, ultimately, it wasn’t my cock that Leon wanted. “Get out and lean against the hood,” he demanded. My pants were already unsnapped and unzipped. So, I got out and leaned over the hood of the car on the passenger’s side. Leon walked around the car and positioned himself behind me. His hands explored my ass through the uniform. “Fuck, I can’t believe I get to have this ass again.” I felt Leon pull down my pants slide a finger up my hole. He pulled the finger out and heard him open a canister behind me. He inserted two fingers into my hole with something cool and slick. “That’s Crisco I’m lubing you with. That’s what we used to use in the olden days.” He worked his fingers inside me for about a minute before withdrawing. “Your butt looks amazing in a jock. And that hole—that perfect, pink hole of yours. I’ll bet it’s pink, tight and happy because it’s still neg. But, you want my cock bad, don’t you, boy?” Leon put a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to breathe in. As I did, Leon talked some more. “Yeah, that’s right my MVP shortstop. You want nothing more than for old Leon to fuck his poz pole into your neg jock hole, don’t you?” The poppers might be something special because I was flying in no time. “Yes, sir.” “Say you want my poz cock.” “I want it. I want your poz cock inside me.” He held the poppers under my nose longer. “Do you want me to put on a rubber? That could be fun.” I thought: But, the Crisco would break the condom. Ohhhh! Leon wants to “stealth” me. Flying on poppers, I managed to say, “Fuck my hole, Leon! Make sure to put on a condom. I’m neg!” “That’s what I like to hear. Hot neg jock boys who want poz daddies to lube them up and put on condoms.” I could hear a condom being taken out of its package. A few seconds later, I could feel Leon’s latex sheathed cock rubbing my hole. He took my hand and forced me to fell the rubber on his cock. “See! All safe.” He slammed it against my hole a few times then entered it, roughly. He pushed all the way into me to bottom out in my guts. “Ahhhhh!” I yelled. Leon once again pushed my head down onto the hood of the car as he mounted my hole. “FUUUUCK that’s big!” “Just wait a bit, Adam, you’ll loosen up for me.” Leon then started long-dicking me with his massive meat. “Stay still and let daddy fuck up that cute boy hole. Hit the poppers again if you need to. I’m taking this hole.” “Fuck!” I grabbed the brown bottle again and hit off it until my whole body tingled with warmth. I could feel Leon ram fucking my ass with his giant cock, but it didn’t hurt so much now. He fucked me like that for 10 minutes, deep drilling me, pushing my legs farther apart to the point that I heard my uniform pants zipper stretch and rip between my knees. Fuck this is hot! Leon pulled out a few times to punch my hole with his cockhead as he reentered me, grunting. He kept his hand on the back of my neck as he fucked me. “Stay still, boy, while I fuck you. I want to bruise up that pink hole of yours so that you’ll feel me all week.” He continued using his cockhead to bust my hole open roughly. I could sense Leon getting close as his grip on the nape of my neck tightened. I used my ass muscles to try to get more of his cock inside me. I heard a snap. “Adam. You’re neg, right?” “Yes, sir” Leon pulled out for a few seconds, doing something with the rubber and pushed back in with a grunt. “Okay, I’m close.” Leon began fucking me hard and fast. “But the condom fucking broke, kid. Sorry, but you gave me this sweet jock ass to use! I’m fucking you raw now. No rubber between us. No safety. You feel my bare cock inside you, Adam? You like it, don’t you!” “Fuck!” “So fuckin hot! I’m gonna fucking charge your hole, Adam.” I struggled under his strong arm but not a lot. I continued to milk his cock with my ass muscles trying to get him to unload. “I’m gonna fucking unload my poz nut up your neg butt, jock boy! BE STILL!” Leon bucked hard into my ass and I soon felt his cock swell and a powerful burst of hot fluid flood me. “MMMnd! Yeah, boy! Take that poz load up that sweet pink hole.” Again more volleys of Leon’s poz cum shot deep inside my rectum. Leon had my head pushed down hard again the hood as he finished off and slipped out of my hole. “Fuck yeah, boy! You took my load like a pro. Get in the car.” I turned around and saw Leon’s major piece of daddy meat covered in Crisco and cum. The broken condom was just a rolled ring of latex at the bottom Leon’s shaft. I pulled up my pants, tucked in my jersey and rebelted my softball uniform and got back into the passenger’s seat. Without cleaning up or removing the condom, Leon pulled up his pants, tucked and buckled, and got into the driver’s seat. Leon gave me one thousand dollars in an envelope and dropped me off at the bar where my team celebrates their wins. “Till next time, boy?” he asked while checking out some of my drunk teammates. “Any time, sir.”

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.

I was sitting at home one Sunday night, horny and idling stroking my hard cock. Jerking off was the obvious answer, but I wanted to cum in some queer's mouth or ass, preferably after getting a few loads down my throat. I went online and checked if anybody interesting had cruised me on squirt. Nope, just a guy who'd offered to fuck me several times. No face pic, his body looked hot enough and he had a big dick. But, I got a bad feeling from him and had always turned him down. It looked like a night for Hollywood Boutique in Lake City. I posted a note on my profile and on the Hollywood page in the Cruising section. It was busy for a Sunday, several guys cruising, two guys making out and stroking each other's cocks and one guy sucking another. I went to the gay room, took a chair and pulled my cock out. One of the cruisers, an older guy, sat down next to me and showed his cock. I stroked him for a bit, then leaned over and took him in my mouth. A few minutes of vigorous sucking and I was rewarded with a tasty treat. I sat idly stroking my dick for a while. It had turned and not too many guys there. The front door banged shut and after a bit a man walked in, leaned against the wall across the room from me and pulled out a nice fat, uncut cock. I stared at the nicely hardening prick and licked my lips. He walked over, stood in front of me and stuck his dick in my face. Leaning forward I slid my tongue under the foreskin and licked precum off the head. Mmm, tasty: nice and salty, ripe and flavorful. Sucking harder, I pulled the head into my mouth and licked under the rim. I was rewarded with a little bit of yummy cock cheese. Soon the beautiful cock was fully erect and I was getting copious precum. After a bit he pulled out and sat down next to me. He leaned over and kissed me. We made out for a while and I getting really turned on. He pulled away, "I want to fuck you." "What's your HIV status?" "I'm neg, tested last month. I never bottom, haven't gotten much action lately. Last BB I did was several months ago." Mmm, yeah! "You want it bareback or wrapped?" "I'd love bareback." "I'd love to take your load." I kissed him and stood up, shoved my pants down and turned around. He pulled me to him with one hand and guided his oozing prick to my asshole with the other. I moaned as he wallowed the head around my rosebud and smeared juice on it. I pushed back and he slid his hard length into me. He wasn't all that long, maybe seven inches, but he was nice and fat. His arms went around me and he held me against his crotch, not moving. I moaned as he said "Man, you're really tight! I haven't been in this nice an ass in ages." "Fuck me hard! Give me that big dick!" He started stroking in and out slowly, then quickly banged me hard and fast. I was in faggot heaven, getting my ass fucked off by the nicest dick I'd had in months. "I'm not gonna last long," he panted in my ear. "Just screw me hard and fill me with cum! Breed me!" "Oh, yeah, yeah, cumming in your ass, breeding you, bitch!" He humped into me hard and held it in, shuddering and trembling. I seldom feel it when a man cums in me, but I felt it this time. His cock twitched in my ass and I felt hot liquid fill me. I was really turned on. I loved it when a man said he was breeding me. I knew most guys meant just cumming in someone bareback, but I was also aware of another meaning of the word. I'd recently stumbled across sites that celebrated bugchasing. I had no intention of getting fucked by a poz guy, condom or not, and had no interest in getting infected, but I'd started jerking off reading stories of guys getting intentionally infected. I'd also started cruising personal sites and checking out poz guys and imagining them fucking me raw. I'd almost shot my load when the guy had said he was breeding me. I fantasized that he was really poz and I'd just taken my first poz load. He pulled out and I sat down. He stuck his cock in my face, I sucked it in and lovingly cleaned cum and assjuice off it. Yum, yum, my favorite two flavors: cum and ass juice. Especially when it's my ass juice. After a bit he sat down next to me. I turned my head to him and soon were languidly making out. I felt a hand on my cock, looked down and saw a man kneeling between my knees. My top put a hand behind the guy's head and pushed. Soon I was getting a very competent blowjob while my top kissed me. All too soon I moaned and shot into my cocksucker's mouth. He milked my balls empty, stood up and kissed me. His tongue pushed my load into my mouth. I swirled it around for a bit. My top whispered in my ear, "Swallow your load faggot." I did so and my top turned my mouth to him and he kissed me again. "Thanks for a great fuck, man. It's been a while since I've barebacked. Almost forgot how good it was. You up for another round in a little while?" "As soon as your dick gets hard again. That was a first class fuck." "So get down on your knees and work some magic." I did so and soon was luxuriating in the feel and taste of a soft dick. It didn't take long, soon I was held tight in his arms getting my ass reamed out again. He lasted a long time; it was one of the longest, hardest fucks I had ever had. I had my eyes closed, soon I felt a mouth on my prick. I didn't feel it when my top shot in me. He humped in me and held me and moaned in my ear. I was about as turned on as I'd ever been. "Breeding you again, bitch!" My body jerked and I shot into my cocksucker's mouth. My top lowered me to my seat and once again I cleaned his cock with my mouth. Not as much cum this time, but more assjuice, tinged with a coppery taste I'd never experienced before. Soon he was kissing me again. He broke off and whispered in my ear. "Great fuck, even better than before. My apologies though; there was a little blood on my dick when I pulled out. I think I tore you up a little. Sorry." "Yeah, I tasted it when I cleaned you and I'm really sore. But, don't worry. That was one of the best fucks of my life. I'll heal." "When you do I'd like to fuck you again. We can do it at my place in Broadview if you like." "I would love to; give me your email address. I'll shoot you an e-mail." He did and we parted company. It was a couple of months before I dropped him a line. Not only was I busy at work, I also came down with a bad case of the flu a couple of weeks after he fucked me. Finally, however, I found myself in his bed getting my ass fucked. He'd asked me if I minded if a buddy of his watched and joined in. I said sure, as long as he was neg. I'd love to get tag-teamed. His buddy was black with a nice size dick, also uncut. It was one of the hottest sexual experiences of my life. It was the wee hours before I left. They fucked me three times each, the last time a double fuck. That was my first time taking two cocks in my ass at one time. It was incredibly hot, made more so by my being blindfolded. My top had fisted me before the double fuck. After they both shot in me he took the blindfold off and held up a mirror. I was amazed to see my ass gaping open and turned inside out, with cum smeared all over. The black guy licked and tongued me, another incredible feeling. A few days later I was looking around on bareback sites when I came across a link to a blog by a bareback top with a sample pic. The room where it was shot looked familiar and when I clicked on it I saw it was the room where the two tops had fucked me. I went to the blog and was shocked to find numerous stills and videos of me getting fucked. All the faces were blurred, but everything else was clear. Nothing had been said about any cameras. I wondered what else I hadn't been told. I clicked on the personal info link on the blog and saw that it was indeed the top who'd fucked me both nights. My cock was rock hard when I read his info and my stomach turned over and I became dizzy. He was poz and had been for years. I followed a link to postings he'd made on the main site and found one that offered to gift neg bottoms. He said he was off meds and his viral load was very high. The posting had been made three days before he fucked me at Hollywood. He had lied to me: I'd been stealthed. I remembered the flu I had experienced and realized it was the fuck flu. He had purposely infected me with HIV. When that realization hit my cock jerked and squirted a huge load on my belly and chest. I looked again at his postings and saw a couple in the fiction stories section. One was a detailed account of how he'd offered to fuck a guy on squirt and been turned down. One night the guy had posted that he was going to Hollywood. What followed was a very accurate account of the night, down to the exact words exchanged when he shot the loads in me. My top had very purposefully stalked me, lied to me, stealthed me and infected me. My cock was rock hard again and I realized I wasn't angry. I was afraid for the future but I was also massively aroused and realized I was grateful to my gifter. I no longer had to worry about getting pozzed, it was done. I was free to take any load offered and planned to do just that. I started to go to the personal sites where I had ads up so I could change my info but had a thought. Instead I emailed my gifter and told him I was really horny and needed to get fucked. He emailed me back and said to come on over. I replied that I'd be there soon and that it would be really hot if he had a video camera he could set it up to record the fuck, complete with audio. He said yes, he had three cams and could set them at different angles. Soon I was pinned on the bed on my belly and he was slamming that big dick in me. He moaned in my ear, "You want it bitch, do you want my load?" "Yes, I want it. Give it to me." "Give you what, bitch? What do you want?" "I want your poison jizz in me. I want you to knock me up, poz me, infect me with your AIDS cum." "You got it, bitch, here it comes. Pozzing your ass. Infecting your faggot ass." His cock jerked in me and once again I felt his juice fill me. But now I knew I was taking poison cum. My cock squirted into the bed. It was the hottest fuck of my life and the beginning of complete honesty to myself of my desires. My gifter pulled out of me and turned me over. He took me in his arms and kissed me. "When did you find out the truth?" "Right before I emailed you today. I found your blog and your post of the night in Hollywood. I had the flu not long after and realized I'd been infected. I wanted to take your AIDS cum knowingly." "Are you angry at me?" "No, I'm grateful. I just wish I had known you were infecting me that night. Is the black guy that other night poz too?" "Yes, he is and he knew we were stealthing you. What are you going to do now?" "Take as many loads as I came from as many men as possible. Probably fuck my poison jizz into guys. Although I'm not going to stealth, I'll be honest about my status." "Famous last words. You're going to find what a rush it it fucking your poz cum into neg guys. I give six months max before you lie about your status and fuck a neg guy." "Why did you pick me to stealth?" "You checked out my ad in BBRTS several times and spent a lot of time looking at pozzing and stealthing stories. You wrote several pozzing stories, including a couple where you got stealthed. It looked to me like you wanted the bug but were afraid to take the step. Been there, done that. I decided to take the responsibility out of your hands. Also, I get off in a massive way infecting other guys, and it pissed me off a little that you wouldn't let me fuck you and give you what you wanted. You were bound to get knocked up sooner or later and I wanted to be the one to do it." "Mmmm, that's hot. How about you take me to Club Z and turn me out?"

Don't assume that everyone here who's a chaser wants to die from Gono or Aids or whatever STI you can imagine. Some of us want to live a long life and treat the treatable diseases so we can go on and live. You want to die? Why not jump off a bridge or slit your wrists or OD on pills? Why prolong it waiting for HIV/AIDS ( takes years to die) or Syphllis or Gono (even longer)?

When we got back to the lodge it was almost time for dinner. Immediately I got a huge hug from behind from an old friend I hadn't seen in a long time. H dragged me off to catch up. I saw Jeff chatting with some guys, but he got lost in the crowd. We all sat at a huge long table for dinner. I saw Jeff halfway down from me. He caught my eye and winked and put his finger to his lips. That fuck was our little secret, I guessed. After dinner we naturally split up into groups of friends who mostly already knew each other. I ended up playing cards for a while. I kept an eye out for Jeff. I saw him across the room having a hushed but heated conversation with one of the guys we saw from the cabin he fucked me in. This guy was tall and gangly with bright red hair and glasses. After a bit, Jeff stormed off with a big frown on his face. A little later I ended up sitting around a fire outside. There is nothing like a crackling fire on a summer evening. I was sitting alone on a bench when all of a sudden Jeff came over and asked if he could sit beside me. He sat down and reached for my hand to shake it. He introduced himself, so it seemed we really were keeping our time before a secret. I played along. There was the usual conversation, jokes, and gossip. He leaned in close and spoke very quietly in my ear. His breath in my ear made me pop a boner again. He was telling me about the guy he had the fight with in the lodge. His name was Hank. Jeff asked how you get someone to mind his own business, and I told him I had no idea. His hand had been resting on my back, but he slid it down so the tips of his fingers were pushing into the back of my shorts. He was driving me crazy. I had no interest in all the drama, but his breath, his touch, and just his closeness to me was driving me wild. I was squirming a bit. He turned to look at the fire and engage some of the other guys sitting around. His middle finger went lower and lower down my crack. I could not concentrate on anything but Jeff. His finger was only about an inch from my hole when a few other guys came over, including Hank. Jeff stopped moving his finger. Hank glared at him, and then looked at me. I think he was trying to figure out who I was and why Jeff was sitting so close. Jeff asked me if I had a flashlight. I told him I did, an he said, "Good. I need to go pee and I don't want to walk into any poison ivy. Come with me." The other guys were chuckling about his poison ivy comment as we walked away from the fire. We got far enough away so that no one could see us. "Turn off that thing," Jeff said, so I switched off the flashlight. He put his arms around me and gave me a kiss. He said, "Here's the thing- What happened between you and me before is private, OK? Hank does not need to know anything about it. I hope that's cool with you." "Of course it is. Besides, I never get fucked and tell," I said with a quiet laugh. He said, "Good. I knew I liked you," and kissed me again. He put his arms around me tightly and whispered in my ear again. I found that very sexy. "I'm so glad I met you, Connor. I have been feeling very alone these days." He then noticed my hard dick that was pressing against him. He grabbed my ass and ground his cock against mine. "You didn't get off, did you. Let's fix that." All of a sudden he fell to his knees and roughly opened my shorts to expose my hard-on. He swallowed it all the way at once. I cried out. He pulled off my cock and hushed me, then got to sucking and licking me like crazy. I was already close to cumming, and he could tell. He reached back and started to finger my hole. It was slightly tender from the rough fuck he had given me earlier, but I loved it. I started to moan quietly as he finger fucked me and my orgasm built up. He had pulled his dick out of his pants and was stroking himself as he sucked me. I grunted and filled his mouth with my cum. He took it all in his mouth without swallowing. When I stopped shooting, he stood up and spit my load into his hand. He took that handful of cum and coated his cock while he turned me around . "I have another load for that tight ass, baby!" That was all the warning I got. He plunged his cock into my ass and started to fuck me like crazy. His hands were all over me- up under my shirt, down to my cock and balls, and finally holding on the my hips. "Fuck!" he hissed as he thrust forward deep into me. He came buried in me like that, panting and biting the back of my neck. Wow! Two loads from this hot guy in one day! This was unbelievable. I had never really been one into this kind of spur of the moment sex with someone I didn't really know. And I had never played raw like this. There was a quiet voice way back in my mind telling me I was being stupid, but I was enjoying it more than I would have imagined. That quiet voice was quickly and easily drowned out by all the other voices in my mind shouting out "Yes! Fuck me! Seed me! Make me yours!" He finished unloading into me. He was breathing very heavy and so was I. He said, "Wow! That was hot! I haven't had sex like that in a while." Then he chuckled and said, "You know, I was always more of a bottom. I love sucking and getting fucked. But lately I think I'm turning into a top. I just have to spread my seed." "Well, you can spread it in me anytime you want, Jeff." He held my face and kissed me deeply. I could taste the remnants of my own cum on his tongue. "You can have my seed- all you want- if you really want it. You really want it, I can tell, don't you?" "Yes Jeff, I want it all." We kissed again. He helped me find where my flashlight dropped. "I need some sleep, Connor. I'm going to bed. You coming?" "Yeah, I'm exhausted. Let's go." We walked to our cabin. More guys had bunked in there with us, and a few of them were there hanging out and quietly chatting. I got undressed and slipped into my sleeping bag. I was drifting off to a very satisfied sleep as Jeff leaned down with another whisper in my ear- "Goodnight buddy, see you in the morning." More to cum...

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!

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 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 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 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.

I went downstairs, where there was a maze of mattresses, slings, and padded benches. I'd never in my life been in a place with so many dark recesses. The lighting consisted of numerous crisscrossed strings of midget colored Christmas lights so it was none too bright. I suppose the same could have been said of the clientele, many of whom no doubt suffered from AIDS dementia—like I gave a shit. This was a party, a randy orgy; no ifs, ands, or butts about it—no great intellect required. About 20 guys had gathered there, out of the 35 who eventually showed up. Already there was a lot of raw fucking going on. The place was jumping with homophiles, ages 20 - 65, whose bodies belied the ravages of an incurable disease just biding its time. Of course, no one was carding who was NEG and who was POZ, since, theoretically, everyone there was POZ since it was billed as a poz only party. There were bare Cocks everywhere, getting serviced by hot mouths or plunging unsheathed into unprotected Cunts. A Sandy-Blonde in his early forties stole up behind me, fingered my Hole, and slid his raw Dick up my Cunt (1). Yeah, he plowed me good; but there was a certain tenderness in the way he fucked. A small crowd milled about; and when he pulled out, another Dude relieved his butt. Not mincing words, that Top flipped me over on my knees and dogged me till he shot (2). I approached a long-time Pal, bent over to suck him off, and still another raw Dick snuck up my Butt (3). Eventually that Dude deposited his Load—an action to be replicated by numerous other Sodomites (4,5,6). I gave up trying to figure out who was banging whom, while my Bud's thick, uncut Manmeat scarfed down my throat. Finally my Uncut Bud decided he, too, had to have a piece of me, and led me to a Sling. He'd gotten really horned up watching the Anonymous Horde ding my Ass. The Slam!Slam!Slam! of his fat Shaft hammering my Shitter resounded wall-to-wall. But, alas, he didn't want to cum just yet, so we took a quote-unquote “break.” When I climbed the stairs to get a beer, a guy who'd seen me gettin' bred pursued me to the john and slid it in (7). A multi-talented Dude to be sure, he alternated between eating my sloppy Pussy and screwin' the BEJESUS outta me. I gripped the urine-spattered toilet bowl and held on for dear life—while his fellow barflies peed and peered and pined for a more protein brew. When I got back downstairs, I sat astride a vacant bench to watch the guy on the mattress next to me get dicked—the perfect vantage point from which to ogle a bare Cock force open a raw Hole as gobs of Toxic Spooge spewed out. A hot, hung Black strolled up within inches of my face. In one fell swoop, he yanked his towel off his waist and flung it about his neck. And there I was, confronted by his swaying, bobbing midnight Shaft. Of course I couldn't help myself and took advantage of the not so subtle invitation to sodomize that monster Shaft. I knew he'd been around the block cause I tasted Ass Juice on his Cock. He twirled me about as if I were just another piece of meat and plowed me good (8). Afterwards a handsome Blonde, who'd watched me get creamed, led me over to a mattress to service him. His was a delicious Cock, with loose, low-hanging Balls. As I sucked, another Black approached to fuck my Ass. but the Blonde pre-empted him, demanding I mount his phallic Shaft. Not to be denied, the Black inched up behind the two of us and slid his own Rod in beside the Blonde's (9). My Ass had been generously prelubed with Cum; otherwise taking two good-sized Dicks at once would have been nigh impossible for me. The Black shot first, but Blondie kept on truckin', making sure I got all the STD's the Black Guy had to offer as well as Blondie's Private Strain. One of the Spectators shot in my mouth. I passed it on to Blondie in a Kiss, then snaked my hand down and massaged the remnant on his Dick so he could fuck the rest of that manic Manseed up my Cunt (10). I guess that emboldened another of the Voyeurs, who slid his Dick in beside the Blonde's, making for my second Double-Dicking of the night (11). My legs were cramping. Remember, I'd been riding Blondie the whole time; but he still hadn't cum. So I eased off and jerked and sucked his unaccommodating Fuck Stick as other guys pinched and nibbled at his Nips; and he, in turn, frenched some lipodystrophic little Whore until, at last...I guided the Blonde Bomber's pulsing Cumstick up my Crack (12). The cadaverous little Shit was beside himself with Lust. So I pushed him down and sat on his face so the bony little Wastrel could eat Blondie's Cum outta my Ass. He kept jackin' his puny, midget uncut Tool with his scrawny birdlike claws; and when he was about to shoot, I snookered him and sank down on his Bantam Rod (13). I could tell from the scrunched-up, convoluted expression on his face that he detested being ridden as a Top. Tough Shit! After that I licked the Cum and Ass Juice off both Blondie and the wasted little Slut. I'd been at it several hours and needed to take a break. But—and this was a big Butt, indeed—a beefy guy with by far the biggest Dick I'd seen that night overpowered me and flipped me to the mat. I feigned to struggle beneath his weight, but he pried my shapely legs apart and raped my well-deserving Butt (14). I couldn't have escaped if I'd wanted to. But who says I wanted to? After that I decided to call it quits—while I still could hobble to my car. I'd enjoyed some of the finest fucking of my life. I'd been bred by more than a dozen Cocks and had taken 14 Noxious Loads—most, if not all of which, were POZ.

This is a true story. Names are changed to protect well you know When I was 29 I was in a relationship, but the sex had dried up and he was away working all the time and when he came home after being away for months at a time he didn't have an interest in putting out. This had went on for almost two years. I was starting to think that I was unattractive and that no one wanted me sexually. So finally when he went back out on assignment I went online just to see if anyone was interested in me. So I kept checking out a profile of a guy that I used to fuck around with years ago we kinda had a falling out. However I still remember how good his cock felt inside me. Being nervous I didn't message him as I was afraid of the wrath that may occur. I logged out of the site as I had to go and do some errands. When I came home I logged back in. Sure enough he had messaged me his opening line was "I see you have been checking me out, I don't mind. How are you doing" So I thought OK things are cool. So I replied "Things are OK, Good to see you out and about. How is life with the BF?" Him and another friend of mine had gotten together to make a go of it. I knew they had an open relationship but as I rule I generally don't go for those types of guys. I got up and did some dishes turning up the volume on the speakers of the computer. I heard the chime that someone had sent me a message. He replied. "It is a long story, but I am single again. Perhaps if you are not busy one night we can hang out and chat" I replied "How about tonight" As I didn't have to work the next morning. "Sure" came his response and then he gave me his buzzer code. I got up let my dogs out brought them in grabbed my keys and went to the bus stop. I arrived at his building about a half our later. I buzzed heard his voice and proceeded to the elevator and to his door. I knocked on the door and there was Tom. I hadn't seen him in close to five years. He still looked the same, although he had lost a bit of weight. The apartment was still the same. So we sat down and he asked me if I wanted something to drink. I said sure he came back with wine. So I poured a glass and took a sip. He rolled a joint for us. So I asked "What happened to Stan?" I had heard a few things through the grape vine but I rarely pay attention to rumours. Tom explained that shortly after our falling out that him and Stan entered into an abusive relationship. Tom continued to tell me that Stan had pushed him around Christmas time and Tom had lost his balance and fell down breaking a bone in his wrist. Shortly after that Stan was told to leave his house. I then explained that I was seeing Darren but that with his job he was gone for long periods of time and that when he came home that we rarely had sex. At this point I had explained that it had been almost a year since I had been fucked. Tom looked at me surprised. "What is that look for?" I asked Tom replied "Well....... I remember how hot your ass is, and I am telling you that if I was away for months and knowing that your hot ass was waiting for me when I got home I sure as hell would be enjoying it" I blushed. Truth be told it was nice to have someone compliment me that way. It was a real ego boost. In fact my hole twitched a bit in response to what he said. So we continued to talk for about another hour we smoked two joints and I had finished a bottle of wine. I really had to take a piss so I got up and went down the hall to the bathroom. I could feel his eyes on me. Probably didn't help that I wore jeans that showed off my ass. I always thought it was a strange set up with two bathrooms beside each other. One a full bath and the other a half bath. One of those weird things you think about when you are both drunk and high. I came back from the bathroom When he looked at me and said. "If it is not to forward of me do you want to go to the bedroom?" I thought for a moment. Sure it had been over a year but did I want to fuck up my relationship for a fuck? "Hey we can always blame it on the alcohol" at that moment I really could not argue with that logic. I replied "Yes" So I didn't bother to sit back down. He followed me to his bedroom he grabbed me and spun me around and kissed me. Something that Darren never did even when we were first together he rarely kissed me. It felt amazing our tongues intertwining our hands moving up and down our bodies. His hands brushed both my nipples and worked his way down to my cock. He popped open the button on my jeans and pulled down my zipper. Peeling off my jeans. He pushed his hands into my underwear and cupped my ass. His one finger brushed my hole. I moaned. While he was doing that I pulled his jogging pants down to free his gorgeous 8 inch cock. He broke off the kiss "Are you OK?" "Yes...... I need this" I pulled off my shirt and got out of my pants. I pulled off my socks at the same time I licked the end of his cock. His reaction was to moan. When I stood up he was naked. We grinded our bodies together all the while kissing. Our cocks sliding against each other. He bent down to bump his cock towards my hole. Rubbing it on my hole made me moan. I was so horny for him to fuck me. He pushed me down on the bed on my back climbed on top of me and we continued kissing. He worked his way down my neck to my chest and sucked on each nipple turning me on even more that I thought possible. I thought to myself "FUCK he has gotten a lot better than he was the last time we fucked" my head was swimming in lust. To be Continued

I forget where I found this but I hope you guys enjoy it. Does anyone know if there is a part 2? ********************************************************************* Asian College Spit Roast It was a crazy week of traveling. I hit three cities in five days but I finally had some down time. I managed to breed four different guys in five days with nice juicy loads, but the last one was most memorable. I decided to head to a bathhouse near a local university. It’s usually got a good selection of young and horny college boys, typically drunk or high, just the way I like them. After I stripped down and stowed my stuff, I took a quick circuit. The place had a good crowd and I made note of several prospects. As I wandered a few guys looked my way, gave me a few gropes under the towel, and a few nipple tweaks. I decided to warm up and slid my raw cock into a blond twink on his knees. He was an average cocksucker, but decent enough to help me start working up a big load. Ten minutes later, with my balls dripping spit, I pulled out and wandered some more, hunting for the perfect hole for the night. And then I saw him. He was on all fours sucking on a heavyset older guy in a small video room. Right away, I knew this cocksucker was a college kid. His entire body, from his wide shoulders to his tapered waist and plump butt, was covered in a sheen of sweat that just exuded a youthful vibe that got my balls churning. I watched his head of dark black hair bob up and down as he made a gentle slurping sound on every down stroke. The older guy caught my eye and smiled lewdly. I stepped around to the boy’s backside and rubbed his butt cheeks appreciatively. He arched his back to show me his smooth hungry-looking hole. I leaned in and took a sniff. His hole smelled of musk and soap. I licked it and tasted his clean salty sweat. I ran my hand across his back and scooped up some sweat to slick my hard dick and pressed it against his hole. The cocksucker paused his sucking briefly to groan as I pressed harder. A sharp gasp came a split second before his hole opened up to let me slide home in one smooth firm motion. He whimpered around the cock still in his mouth when I bottomed out inside his tight ass. He started sucking again as I lazily slid in and out of him. Usually, I like my fucks to be aggressive and frenzied, but this relaxed paced worked well. I felt his hot, soft chute gripping and squeezing my bare cock as I moved in and out of him. For about ten minutes, I pumped in and out while I admired his gorgeous back muscles knotting and twisting as he bobbed up and down on the cock in front of him. Half dozen or so guys had gathered around to watch the show. Suddenly, the old guy grunted loudly and grabbed the boy’s head and held it against his groin as he shot his load down the boy’s throat. The boy’s asshole squeezed as he gagged a little from the sudden assault and it pulsed with every swallow. It felt amazing. And just like that, the old guy got up and left. The boy exhaled and looked back at me and said, “Can I turn around? My knees are hurting.” His black hair being matted with sweat against his forehead made his boyish Asian features even sexier. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-two or twenty-three. I slowly pulled my raw eight-inch cock out of his hole, my flared head turning it out a little with a slight pop. He turned onto his back and pulled his legs up, looked at me and smiled, “Hey.” My cock bounced as I took in the sight of this gorgeous, obviously stoned, Asian boy splayed out on his back with knees up. Barely an ounce of fat, he had that sexy swimmer’s build I love. His smiling eyes went from my face, down my trim hairy chest and down to my never-had-any-complaints eight incher. If he had any issues with raw cock, he didn’t say anything. With a wink, I mounted him again, this time more aggressively than before. His dark eyes widened as I thrust into him. With less sweat and no lube, I felt every tug and grip of skin along my cock. I bottomed out and just stared into his dark eyes with my blue ones. I pulsed my cock and his eyes fluttered a bit. I leaned in to kiss him and tasted the old guy’s cum. As we kissed, I started to fuck him. We had a swarm of admirers stroking their dicks, some of who wanted to get blown while they watched me fuck him. The kid was a greedy cocksucker. One in particular was a huge white cock with a piercing who I wanted to watch fuck the Asian kid, so I motioned him over. He kept stroking it over the boy’s face and telling me to “fuck that ass and fill it up with your load” in a German accent. I guess he noticed my biohazard tattoo on my shoulder. The boy was just blissed out, staring up at the German cock hungrily as I pummeled his prostate. The German guy squatted down and dropped his balls into the boy’s open mouth while he reached down and tweaked those dark brown nips. And just like that, the Asian hole squeezed and squeezed as the kid moaned into the hairy ball sac. German guy stood up, pulling his wet balls out of the Asian boy’s mouth. “I have private room. We can go?” he asked me. I looked down at the boy and he grinned and nodded. The three of us were finally alone and away from prying eyes. German guy sat back on the mat with his legs spread wide open, his big cock gripped tightly in his hand. I locked the door while the kid made his way over to the cock he was lusting after and put his mouth over the head and PA. German guy brought out a bottle and took a couple of big snorts, then held it under the boy’s nose and made him take six huffs. Poppers make my cock soft, so I decline. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the boy’s face flush deep red as the poppers hit him. The German groaned as the boy’s sucking increased. As I was watching this, I sunk two thick fingers into the kid’s hole, twisting and tugging at the thick ring of muscle. I replaced my fingers with my cock, shoving it in a bit rougher than before. It was hot spit-roasting this Asian kid between with our white cocks. I leaned down and grabbed at his nipples and twisted. I looked at German and we both felt each hole pulse. “You want to fuck him,” I asked. He nodded. I grabbed the boy’s hair and pulled him off the cock, twisting his head around so I could kiss him. The German’s cock tasted better than the old man’s cum. We turned him around and presented his ass to our host. Between the poppers, the cocklust and whatever else he might’ve done before, the Asian kid was flying high and feeling good. Wasting no time, German guy lined up his cock and shoved hard. A loud groan of lust and pain came from the boy as he grabbed onto me for support. Not even my cock and the poppers prepared him for the pierced cock forcing its way into his small ass. I put my mouth onto his and twisted a tit, distracting him from the pain. I stepped back and watched as the German pounded the boy hard. They grunted in unison to the distinct sound of bare skin slapping. After a while, German wrapped his arms around the boy and leaned back onto the mat, using his legs to spread him open. The boy steadied himself with his arms and I was treated to the hottest sight: a thick piece of German meat stuffed into hot Asia buns. At first, the boy slipped all the way down the pierce cock and, I can only imagine, shoving that PA deep into his gut. He’d squirm up and the German would thrust and knock him off balance, sinking back onto the hot pole. I watched this for a while as I stroked. I moved over to them and stood between their legs. I reached out and tweaked those boy-nips hard. My cock got close enough to bounce on the boy’s balls and tap on the German’s cock. This was too beautiful a set up. I leaned in and kissed the boy hard. “Got room for one more?” The boy got a nervous look in his eye but didn’t say anything. German chuckled. I found the bottle of poppers and held it under the boy’s nose. Obediently, he snorted six hits in total. I watched his face turn deep read again as the warmth spread. I watched as each of his slide down the pole was longer, harder and deeper. I held my cock right up against his hole and pushed against the edge of his stretched ass lips. The German’s hard cock yielded a little bit and my cockhead started to slip in. It was beautiful to watch. The kid’s black hair was matted against his forehead and he grimaced as his hole was pushed to its limits. The German moved a hand up to twist a nipple and I took the other one. The kid threw his head back and gave a loud, long half-groan, half-yell as I slipped in. He took a few more huffs of the poppers as we waited. When I saw the effects hit, I slid in some more. Again, he half-moaned and half-yelled as we split him in half. I grabbed both of his brown Asian nipples and twisted hard, making him whimper as I bottomed out, my hairy balls against the German’s. The German was no stranger to double dicking bottoms. I started fucking nice and slowly, and he matched me with opposing thrusts. The boy was constantly having his butt buzzer massaged if his moans were any indication. I felt the PA slide against my cock on every stroke. It was the hottest sensation. The intensity of our thrusts got harder and harder, and the boy’s moans got louder and louder. I shoved two fingers into his mouth to give him something to suck on while we ruined his hot Asian hole. The German started muttering “Ja, ja, ja” over and over again from behind. Soon, he began to breathe heavily and gripped the boy’s waist. Instead of alternating with my strokes, he started jamming into the boy with me while holding the boy firm. I got a perverse pleasure seeing the look of pain in the kid’s face, but he was still sucking my fingers like a bitch in heat and his cock was hard as a rock. So I fucked harder too. Ten strokes in, the German yelled out and I felt his cock throb against mine. He held really still as he came but I continued to thrust in and out, jerking him off with my cock inside the tight hole. I felt his cum squish around and some of it slid out onto our balls. He convulsed for almost half a minute before slumping back. I slid out and pulled the boy off, spun him around and slid right back in. I pushed his pretty Asian head into the German crotch all covered with sweat, ass juice and pretty pink spooge clumped on the PA and all over the shaft and balls. “Clean it up” I hissed into his ear. I watched the boy’s head bob up and down, and I watched his sweaty back muscles knot up and dance, just like I found him earlier tonight. But now, I wasn’t lazily sliding in and out. I was thrusting as hard as I could with my eight inches. I was pushing the German’s load deep into the boy’s guts. I was fucking this hot Asian ass with my big white cock. Suddenly, my orgasm crashed into me like a truck and I blew my hot cum deep inside him. I felt like I was cumming forever, grunting and shaking and bellowing. I was laying on top of boy, catching my breath, both our faces in the German’s crotch. The boy had cleaned off that giant cock like I told him. I pulled out of him and put the boy on his back and my still hard cock to his mouth. Instantly, he opened up and started sucking me clean. German moved over and reached under the Asian kid’s balls, slipping some fingers inside the gaping hole. His other hand started stroking the kid’s cock. The he asked, “you cum now or want more fucking?”

Met up with an old fuckbuddy in the afternoon. Hadn't seen him for a while. Thought we were going to flip-fuck, but he was so worked up he pounded my ass until he came, I never got to dip my dick in his tight hole. A little while later I was on GRINDR and a faceless profile with a top only name hit me up saying he needed to fuck me. Looked like he was in my building and I asked him if we had fucked before. Responded yes. I knew who this was. A hot muscular black top that only fucks with condoms. I didn't tell him I had a load in me. He used a lot of elbow grease. Shocked the condom didn't break, but damn he pushed my fuckbuds load even deeper. Hopefully next time I get his load added in

Biohazard breeding in NYC Posted on Friday, July 10, 2009 - 12:26 am: Hey guys, I just had an unexpected experience I thought I'd share with you. I had dinner with two girlfriends at a place called the Turkish Grill on Queens Blvd and 42nd in Queens, New York. The food was amazing, but more interesting was the waiter, a young Turkish-American guy, maybe 25 years old, lean and muscular with spiky black punk hair, dark middle-eastern facial scruff, tight black pants that showed a nice crotch and perky soccer ass, and a sly smile. All through dinner, he kept shooting me glances, but each time I looked back at him he gave me a kind of contemptuous stare, as if he knew I was a fag and he hated me. At the end of the meal, he brought us Turkish coffee, which is very thick and has a lot of 'mud' at the bottom. I commented on it, and he offered to show me how they make it. I demurred, not being sure what I was getting myself into, and thinking I didn't want to make a scene in case I came onto him and he decided to yell at me or something. After we paid and were getting ready to leave the restaurant, I headed to the bathroom. In front of the bathroom door are stairs going down to the basement, and I saw the sexy Turkish waiter standing a few steps down, looking at me. He raised a finger and gestured for me to come toward him, then pointed down the stairs. He took a few steps down and turned back to see if I was following. Again he gestured for me to follow him, so I did. As soon as we were in the basement, which was mostly dark, dirty, and smelled of rotting vegetables, he put one hand on his crotch and, with the other, pointed at it, as if telling me that's where my attention belonged. I took a step closer to him, and leaned in close to his face, intending to kiss him. But as I moved in, I felt a hand on my shoulder pushing me down with enough force that I didn't try to fight back. I sunk to my knees on the filthy cement floor as his other hand unzipped his fly and yanked on the belt to open it. Within a few seconds, a very hot and veiny cut cock came into view, dark-skinned and surrounded by black wiry hairs, with the glisten of precum at the tip. I knew we had to be fast as my friends were waiting, and he probably had other tables to attend to. I thought I could blow him quickly, get my reward, and be out of there within three minutes. But as soon as my lips encircled the head of his cock, I felt both of his hands take me by the ears, and his cock started piledriving my throat. I was only about 8 inches, and not the thickest I'd taken, but the way he was digging it deep into my throat made me start to gag. And each time he felt my throat spasm around his cock, he stuck it in deeper, digging and burrowing into the soft folds of tissue inside of me. After gagging maybe a dozen time, my eyes tearing and my nose running freely with clear snot, I finally did the worst and threw up a little into my throat. He looked down and me and ordered, "Swallow it!" I did, his cock still in my mouth, and as he felt me swallow, he slammed back into me. Within a few seconds I had gagged again, and vomited more this time, my whole mouth filling with it. Again he ordered, "Swallow it, faggot!" And I did, the head of his cock still between my lips. Disgusting, I know, but that's what happend. Then he commanded, "Drop your pants." So I spit out his cock, covered in my slime and snot and tears, and opened my belt, pulling out my hard dick and balls. "Don't show me your dick bitch. Bend the fuck over!" So I did. For a second he put both hands into my crack, feeling the hole. I heard a sniff, as if he was checking his fingers to find out if I was clean. Of course I usually douche when I'm going out, just in case of a situation like this, and I was not only clean but also fairly well lubed. He reached his hand around to my face and, after wiping at the snot pouring out of my nose from the brutal facefucking, put his hand in front of my mouth and ordered, "Spit." He used my snot and spit to lube his cock, and without any warning at all, slammed into my ass as brutally as he'd fucked my throat. I gasped instinctively, and loudly I guess, and instantly felt his fist crack into the back of my head. "Shut the fuck up! If you make a single sound I will kick the shit out of you!" he hissed at me in a very loud whisper. For about two minutes he slammed into me without mercy, each thrust resulting in the slapping sound of flesh on flesh, as I held onto the side of a shelving unit for support, the boxes and cans rattling and shifting as the wire shelves and I were rocked by his brutal fucking. And then I heard his gasp -- a massive intake of breath as both his hands grasped my hips and he drove so deep into me I could feel the heat of his swelling cockhead in my guts. In complete silence, he jerked and spasmed maybe six times, holding me completely still with total force as his hot seed rushed into my ass.. As I felt his cock start to withdraw from me, I straightened up, using the shelves to come up from my bent-over position. By the time I had turned around, he had his back to me, and was reaching down to pull up bis briefs and pants, which were down around his shoes after the violent fuck. I was surprised to see, in black ink on his right butt cheek, a tattoo I've seen many times, and fantasized about getting for myself. I have jerked off many times daydreaming about taking the cum of a dude with a biohazard tattoo, and now I could see I'd just been fucked savagely and bred by one. Before I could say anything, he grabbed his pants, yanked them up, and ran up the stairs two at a time while tucking his shirt into his waistband and cinching his belt. Within a minute, I made my way upstairs and into the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. Then, with some trepidation, out into the restaurant to find my friends. The waiter had his back to me as I came out, and it was clear he was avoiding me. So I left. I found my friends outside, both talking on their cell phones, and we ambled off to the subway station, them to their boyfriends, and me to my apartment alone to finger and eat the poz cum from my hole while I jerked off thinking about all the little poz viruses working away inside my ass.

That explanation sounds too fishy to me from start to finish. If it is in his gym bag, I'd imagine he's fucking other boys in the same steam room you were going to suck other cocks in? But with a trimmer - fan of shaving parties? Whether you want to confront him again - you've already got one explanation that does not carry a true weight - is up to you. I'd say if he is already fucking someone else, idea of opening up the relationship seems redundant - people stay together exactly for these opposite reasons, they discuss such things together before taking action. Your guy went for the other door without as much as even telling you. If you decide to raise a question - ask why is he fucking other people and what is he not happy with between you two.

Early 80's I decided I was gay when I was 11 years old. I remember the moment -- I was sitting at home watching Super Password on TV. It was Summer and I just watched dumb shows all day. There was something I saw that made me face the fact that I wasn't normal. I was instantly depressed. I knew for a fact that I'd never get married and have kids...I was going to have a lonely life. I also knew I had to keep it secret and not let..anybody know. Funny, now looking back, that most people kinda knew already. I was a walking, talking question mark. I always fell in love with one of the husbands on reruns of The Newlywed Game...bUt that's as far as my thoughts would go. 1991 By this time, I was a college graduate and starting my first job as a copywriter for an ad agency. I was the 'quiet kid'. People can sense when you have an invisible wall around you...and they leave you alone. I had no social life whatsoever,but I had a Nintendo and a kick-ass stereo. That was all I had ever wanted or needed. But one day, there was a pamphlet left on my office chair. It concerned my company's policy of offering three free counseling sessions with a therapist. Somebody had noticed how isolated I was -- possibly my boss. I read the list of the shrinks they approved of. One was near where I lived. I didn't feel like I needed therapy, but clearly somebody else did. It was free so I went ahead and made an appointment. I had no idea what to expect. It was a hippy-looking woman with curly red hair and lots of jewelry. Her office smelled like incense. I showed my employee I.d. and signed a piece of paper. And then I sat down and talked. Talked and talked and talked. I wasn't used to speaking out loud, and I told her everything while she took notes and nodded. I used my whole free session just talking about myself. She asked me to come back on Thursday, But maybe I didn't need to, I felt so relived just confessing everything that maybe I was OK now. But I went back. Again and again. I was in the middle of that story I told you about knowing I was gay as a child and how sad it made me. She interrupted me. "When was the last time you remembered to breathe?" "Huh?" "You are paralyzed with fear and sadness...and you don't even take a breath when you talk. You're setting yourself up for an early heart attack. You seem coiled. Lean back a little, sit up straight and be aware of your breathing. Like this...." She closed her eyes and inhaled and exhaled audibly. So I did. "Do I need pills or something?" "Probably. I think you need a massage more. You need to loosen that coil a little. A lot." "So what's wrong with me?" "Nothing that can't be helped ... or fixed." Even after my free sessions were over with, I still went back to see her. She had referred me to a doctor who put me on Prozac and Xanax. I took the meds as directed and tried to be aware of my oxygen intake at all times. I can't say I was cured or anything, but I did change in small ways. At the next session, I told her about the progress I thought I was making. "The more you need a pill, the sooner it works. You even look brighter, but you're still so guarded. Fear is your main issue. Did you ever go to get a massage?" "No. I'm not a big fan of being touched. I'm not comfortable with that." "Ah, yes. Comfort. You love your safety zone. Do you ever hear about Eleanor Roosevelt? She once said that everyone should do one thing each day that makes you uncomfortable." "Like what?" "Talk to a stranger. Smile at a coworker. Go somewhere you've never been. Listen to music you've never given a chance." "Why?" "Once doing something new becomes a habit, you'll see why." I had no idea where to start. I smiled more often and said "good morning" to people at work. It was great...a little bit like acting maybe, but so much positive response came from this experiment. I even started making friends in my office. I tried to go somewhere I'd never been before, but I didn't know where. There was no way I was going to a movie or a restaurant alone. Nobody did that. I wanted to make more and more progress. I was young and not feeling sad. Things could get even better. One day after work, I drove by a little bar called "Changes". The logo on the sign had a silhouette of a cowboy. Obviously a gay place, right? I never drank alcohol, but I was definitely gay. This would be my first new place to go...my new thing that I was afraid to do. People went to bars alone. If it was too weird, I could just leave. It was dark and smoky inside. And pretty much quiet and empty. I could handle this. I expected country music and dudes in cowboy hats, but that wasn't the case. It was just a run-down tavern with no business. I sat at the bar and the tall, lanky bartender came over...and promptly carded me. I was used to it. I had a baby face and looked too new for his liking. I ordered a beer and sat like I'd been there a million times already. There was only two other customers -- one of which was talking to the bartender there at the bar. "Hey," the bartender's friend yelled out. "Come here and talk to us, kid." I moved down and joined their chat. "Scotty has no manners. He should have introduced us. I'm Jeff." "Hi. I'm Dan." I was getting used to this whole talking to strangers thing. I figured they were boyfriends, but I soon figured out they were just buddies. Buddies who loved to gossip. They dished on everyone they knew. I should add something. Talk. "Is it always this empty?" "This time of day it is. It'll pick up pretty soon. Let the rush hour die down a little and they'll be pouring in. You've never been here?" "No. I don't go out to much." "Well. be prepared. It's 2 for 1 drinks on Fridays. Scotty -- give him his other beer." "It's OK. I've barely started this one." "Well...get to drinking. And stick close. I'll tell you about each person who comes in here." So he and I moved closer, and people started to filter in. Dan knew them all. "He's a drag queen - you can tell by the eyebrows." "He's married and has kids.'' "He is a coke-head." And on and on. I kept drinking beer and listening and looking. It was probably not a night I would tell my therapist about. I tuned out as the two of them kept talking. Scotty was busy filling orders as more dudes came Suddenly, Dan got very animated and practically begged his pal to come over. "Did you see? Beer Can is here!' "Oh. HIM. He has the biggest dick in the state...possibly the country." I'd read stories about guys with dicks as 'big as a beer can", but doubted the realness. No way could a penis that thick could get erect. It was an embellishment and a dumb reference that never made sense to me. Hot idea, but pure bullshit. Beer Can was pretty average-looking. He had a nice face and a bit of a gut...but his bulge was obviously pretty big, "What's his actual name?" Dan grabbed my knee. "No. He's not built for amateurs. He's too experienced. And plus I heard someone say they saw him at the drugstore counter, paying for AZT. The AIDS drug. Start slower, smaller." I couldn't help but watch Beer Can walk up to the bar, order drinks and find a spot by himself. "He's a hair stylist. Works out of his house...and he rubs his crotch against the arms of his guy customers. One guy I know sucked his dick and he got AIDS....just from sucking him! No fucking even." For whatever reason, I wanted to know more. And watch him. He didn't look sick. Scotty was busy at the bar and Dan was distracted by a pretty blonde who'd come on to him. I ordered another beer (plus one). and made my way over to sit next to Beer Can. He was giving me a friendly smile as I approached. "Hi. I guess you're drinking alone tonight/' "Hi. Yeah. I'm Ben. You had enough of those two bitches at the bar?" "I'm Josh. I don't know them...it's my first time here." "I guess they told you about me." "Just that your nickname is 'Beer Can'." "Still? I swear...this town sucks. I've been hearing that name as long as I've lived here." "Is it true?" "Not exactly. Why? Is that why you came over here?" "Probably a little. I was just left all by myself and saw you were alone too. This is my very first time in a gay bar." "Hell. Are you even legal to drink?" "I am." "What else did those vipers tell you?" "Just that you cut hair." "Liar. No offense. The whole city knows I have the bug." "Yeah. I heard." "Well, turn around and you'll see everybody looking at us." He chuckled and drank one of my beers. "You seem like a teenager to me. And so new." "Possibly I'm older than you think." "Well...before I get too drunk, I'll show it to you." "Not here. Not with all the people looking." "Afraid?" Damn my fear. It had held me back for so long. "No. Not especially. I just don't to be in a show. They don't deserve to see you. Us." "Good answer. Let's go." "I don't think I should drive now. Let's wait." "I'l drive. Can I come to your place? Is it far?" "I'm only a few blocks from here. And YES, you are welcome to crash at my apartment." "Let's go. And ignore everyone as we leave." I didn't obey that command, and saw the whole bar watch us leave. Scotty and Dan let their jaws drop. What the fuck was I doing? Definitely not telling the therapist about this. On the walk out to the parking lot, I checked his body out a little. He was a few inches taller than me and had broader shoulders. Nice butt. I glanced down at the boots he was wearing. I'd already read that the myth of "big feet = big dick" wasn't true, but it was still always something I noticed. His shoes were large, but nothing special for a man with an alleged beer can between his legs. We got to his car, and he opened the passenger door for me like were going to the prom or something. I settled into the seat ad put my head back. What the hell time was it? He got in next to me. "You're not falling asleep on m are you?" "No. not at all. I just don't drink very often. Give me a minute. I'm gonna have some coffee when we get to my place." Where i it?" I gave him directions and we left. If you've ever tried to force yourself to be sober, you know it's pretty impossible. But I was determined to be smart and be aware of everything. Once we got to my apartment building, I felt a bit of fear rise in me. I knew bringing home a man with "the bug" wasn't the kind of daring thing my therapist was suggesting I do. Fuck her. She probably meant bungee jumping or something. No thanks. Once we got inside my apartment, I noticed it smelled like dust. Maybe it was just in my head, but I lit a wildflower-scented candle anyway. "Nice place. It needs a woman's touch maybe. That big inflatable dinosaur is kinda cool, though. Mind if I get comfortable?" "Make yourself at home." He took off his shoes, socks and shirt -- leaving just his jeans on. He plopped on the couch and stretched out his legs on my coffee table. "Damn. It's early. It's only 10 PM on a Friday night! I'm guessing it's past your bed time." "No. Not at all. We can go back out if you want." "We can have our own party here. Once my shoes are off, they're off for the night. Plus I've got this...." He reached inside his discarded shirt and pulled out a fat twist of paper that I assumed was weed. I had roommates in college who smoked daily. I'd never done it because I was afraid I'd get addicted. "I'll turn on the TV. Anything you want to watch?" "Turn on your VCR and let me see what you last watched. Porn?" I felt my face get warm. It wasn't porn -- it was "The Muppet Movie". "Oh cool! I remember seeing this a million years ago. This is perfect!" He lit up the fatty and took some tokes. He then moved me closer to him. "It's just pot, right? Nothing else mixed in?" "You are such a kid. You sit at home and watch muppets. Most guys are out on the weekends having sex and partying." I took a few hits from the joint and tried to act as if I'd done it a million times before. "I'm not a kid, Ben." "Sorry. I meant it in a good way. It's cute. Hot even." I felt warmer and lighter...like a birthday balloon full of the devil's breath. I also was really liking being so close to his hairy chest. I took in his whole body with my eyes. His jeans were likely very new and his wide bare feet were groomed and perfect. "You are the very first visitor I've ever had." "I bet I'm the first man who's ever kissed you too." "Yeah... I mean... huh? We've never ki---" I didn't even finish my sentence before his mouth was on mine. Not a peck or a smooch....he was opening my mouth with his and his tongue slid all over my gums and teeth. It was something I'd seen in movies, but had never imagined it happening to me. He abruptly stopped and we finished the rest of his joint. I felt myself get as hard as granite. Way out of my comfort zone and loving it. "I'm going to show you now. Ready?" "Oh yeah." "Good. Go get naked and I'll show you my 'beer can'." I knew he expected me to get undressed in another room, but I just stripped right there in front of the muppets. "OK. I'm ready." "Sit down next to me." I was slightly ashamed of my hard boner. It was proof that I was horny and it was definitely not what you'd call 'a beer can'. He looked at my dick and touched it. "I guess you're not a kid after all. That's a healthy-sized cock." "Well..thank. I want to see yous." We kissed for a little and he stood up. He faced away from me and slid off his jeans. No underwear. His ass was perfect. Like a big ripe peach with hair in the crack. I also noticed something dark red on his back.For a second, I thought it was a tattoo, but it was actually a sore. My baked brain thought it looked like a lipstick kiss. He turned around slowly and I finally saw it. The infamous Beer Can. I was shocked. At the base near his thick pubes, it was indeed that size...but it got more normal above the middle. The head was almost like my own. He was about 3/4 of the way hard and there was a little drop of wetness on his pee hole. "What do you think? Want to touch it?" "YES!" "You can also kiss it if you want...." I pulled him closer and greedily grabbed his huge shaft and low, furry balls. I only did that for about ten seconds before kissing the wet drops on his slit. "Did you really give HIV to a guy who just sucked you?" "Oh who knows. That's what he tells people. He was a customer of mine and a terrible tipper. Why? You worried?" "Not at all." "Well kiss it deeper then." I worked my mouth and tongue all over his awesome tool. I tried to suck as much of it as I could, but didn't get very far. I was forgetting to breathe again, and getting a little dizzy. But at least he was all the way erect now. "Want to go to my bedroom?" He smirked. "You sure you don't want me to sleep here on the couch?" "Oh hell no." "Good. I had no intention of doing that." We left the muppets to do their thing on TV and got in bed. His body took up a lot of space, but it felt nice. My heart was racing and my brain was somewhere near one of Jupiter's moons. I turned a little lamp and just hugged him, felt him. "All of this is new to me, Ben. I apologize if I don't know what to do next." "I know, baby. First thing you can do is shut up. I'll do all the talking now." I was going to reply but kept my mouth closed. "Second thing is to let me know if you want me to wear a condom. There are none that fit me, but you need to let me know if you to me go ahead anyway." I stayed silent and pulled him closer. He got harder...I could feel it against my hip. "Good. This was going to happen from the minute you invited me in. You know that, right?" He arranged us so that was on all fours and kneeling like a sphinx. He started licking my ass, and then putting his tongue in my hole. Holy Shit! Never imagined this. Not once. Ever. It felt so good that I wanted to do it to him. But I was not allowed to talk. "You probably don't have lube, right? What about lotion? Hand lotion? Vaseline?" I gestured toward the bathroom where I had some Baby Oil. He found it right away and returned. 'just try to relax as much as possible. Once I get inside you, I won't hold back. CAN'T hold back." So he greased up his giant dick and also my anus. Everything was new and foreign. Once he started pushing the head in. though, I involuntarily yelped. He was not having that, and pushed my face into the pillow. He kept his hand on the back of my head as he slowly worked his dick into me. I screamed into the pillow, and thought I might pass out. And maybe I did for a few seconds. The next thing I knew, Ben was moving in and out of me in a smooth way. "Feeling good now? The first time is difficult. I want you to get some pleasure too." He kept pumping and murmuring words and half-words. i felt sweat from his upper body drip on my back. That was the end of my resistance...I just gave up and let him do his thing. He might have got the whole thing inside of me, but I wasn't fighting it. He jabbed faster and faster and then held perfectly still. He came. He was passing the bug through his giant dick. Maybe I'd get a red sore on my back someday soon. The movie had ended in the living room. We just lied in each others arms. And slept deeply. I dreamed about getting tattoos and other weird things. We were a little quiet in the morning, but started warming up to our living selves after some coffee and discussion about where to eat breakfast. Ben was a fan of some egg and biscuit thing they had a Burger King. So I took him there, with his virus swimming through my body. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror with out picturing his HIV under my skin. We stayed together after that night He cut my hair for free and I gave him my whole life.

I just love the feel of a hard cock inside me, knowing they are going to give me their cum. A gang bang is awesome because i know it's going to be non-stop cock and it's just icing on the cake that others are watching someone pounding me and knowing that they are going to be doing the same. I love it too when i'm treated like just a hole to be used and they talk about the fucking slut like i'm not even there --- it makes me feel even more like just a hole whose purpose is to be used and degraded.

Sorry for the delay in updates. This next one will get a bit wordy, but there is a lot of information I needed to get in there to make the story make sense, and I promise that I end it on a worthwhile note. Again, thanks for all the replies, and I look forward to any input. -- PART 3: Becoming a Good Neighbor Looking up from my laptop, I watched as two of my classmates walked up, finishing their rounds for the evening before we sat and completed our charts. “Hey, Erika. Hey, Steve,” I softly said, not looking up from what felt like the hundredth chart I had written that night. Both said a quick ‘hey’ before dropping their laptops next to mine. Looking over, I saw Erika finger what felt like the millionth bouquet sent to me by my ass of an ex in the last 3 weeks. Erika, a short red-head that I first met back in pre-med, is hands down my best friend. She barely comes up to my chin, but what she lacks in height, she definitely makes up for it in feistiness. We met at a mixer one night in the dorms and was actually the one to introduce me to my douche of an ex. At this moment, she was single, having dumped her ex after they had a fight over the long hours she always put in. Steve, on the other hand, is tall, black, and frankly one of the few guys I had ever lusted over and hit on. Smart, quick to make a comeback, and he and his fiancé, a nurse at another hospital, are one of the cutest couples I ever met. Sadly for me, he was 100% straight, but still extremely cool, if not a little too knowledgeable about the gay world, besting me on all sorts of insights. “I see he really doesn’t give up…” she replied, grabbing the card and looking inside, “God, what a sappy note. ‘I love you with all my heart. Being without you is like missing a piece of my soul.’ Talk about contrived. If that fucker didn’t want to lose you, maybe he should have kept it in his pants. It’s been what, 2 weeks?” “Nope he still hasn’t, and it’s been 3 weeks,” I said, finally finishing up my last chart and after clicking log out, closed the lid of the laptop. Grabbing it and my few paper charts, I put each away; the laptop back into its cradle on the counter behind us, and the charts in the ‘To File’ pile. I began to stretch, hearing and feeling several loud pops emirate from my back. “And they’re going into the trash, just like all the rest,” I said, going to the small closet behind the nurse's station. Pulling out my jacket, I began to shoulder on the thick material, thankful that I had forgotten the coat for nearly a year and yet to be stolen. The weather had taken a sudden dip into an early winter, and I knew I would definitely be needing it. “Screw that!” Steve replied, grabbing the vase before I could, “Can I have them?” I stopped and stared at Steve. “Ok…. why do you want a dozen red roses?” I asked, confused before adding the sly, “Did you something you want to tell Erika and I about the requires roses at home?” “Fuck no!” he replied with an eye roll before continuing. “It’s just that nurses love them. Especially mine. You want something from them, just give them flowers and candy.” “Shit… should have thought of that myself!” Erika said, trying to make a grab at the glass vase as Steve pulled them out of her reach. “Nope. Mine,” he laughed, watching as she tried to jump and grab them, profanities spewing from her mouth as his tall frame easily surmounting her much shorter stature. “You can have the next one, dear, ” I said, hanging up my white coat before starting work on the zipper, “I’m sure there will be more tomorrow.” “And just where are you off to?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows and looking at the clock, obviously surprised at my early departure, knowing I usually was the last to leave since I had set up camp in the small on call room down the hall. “House hunting. Found a really decent place for like $800 a month. It’s fully furnished and not all that far away. Have to get there before 5:30 so I can check it out.” I replied, checking to make sure I had my phone and wallet before making my way from behind the counter. “I’m tired of staying in the on-call room here, hospital food sucks ass, and I’m getting really tired of having to live out of a duffle bag.” “Jesus! What’s wrong with it that it’s that cheap? I’d come with to help you, but on call tonight.” Erika replied, her eyes growing large at the admittedly too good to be true deal. “Yeah, what she said,” Steve added. “No idea, but it’s got to be better than living in a hospital, and it’s in my price range. Even seems like a pretty new place and has perfect access to the streetcar line. My only guess is that there's a night club or something,” I replied, pulling up the listing from my phone broker before hand the phone to them. “Niiiiice,” they both replied, as I pocketed my phone again. “Ten bucks says someone was murdered there, probably a serial killer like in American Psycho,” Steve guessed, looking back down at his screen and typing. “Nope, $20 bucks says it's definitely the site of a porno,” Erika added, doing the same, “Probably a giant homo-fest filled with big cocks shooting everywhere like a Super Soaker. I bet if you took a black light with you, it’d look like a Jackson Pollock painting in there.” “You’re on,” replied Steve. “Lame jokes from both of you, I expected better, “ I called behind me, making my towards the elevator, ”Wish me luck!” Pressing the down button, the doors quickly opened to reveal my least favorite person in our class. Alex Ranker, aka Ranker the Wanker as Matt called him. Though I hated Matt now, I still agreed it was a perfect thing to call the guy. Alex was one of those guys that seemed to have it all. His parents were rich, his mother an heiress to some fruit company out east, his father a famous lawyer in New York. The guy was literally perfect. Perfect tan, perfect teeth, perfectly trimmed dirty blond hair, perfect body. Until he opened his mouth. He’d been known to harass the nurses and other students alike, to the point nobody wanted to work with him. And yet, it seemed like he could do no wrong in the eyes of the attending doctors. My level of hatred started back at the beginning of residency when they had a dinner at the hospital for everyone and their spouses to visit. I had run to the restroom, only to come out and find Mr. Douche himself feeling up my then boyfriend. He didn’t even bat an eye as we kissed when I got back and proceeded to ask for Matt’s number. Needless to say, I still hated the guy with a passion. Looking up from his phone, he gave a slight smirk at me. I fought not to let my thoughts about the douche reach my face, and stepped onto the elevator next to him, watching as the door closed. I stared ahead for a few minutes when Wanker opened his mouth and started speaking. “I hear you and that hot British guy broke up,” he said, immediately getting under my skin, “Must have finally realized he could do a lot better than someone like you. I’ll have to get his number sometime. Show him what a real man is.” Wanker was also a notorious man-whore, having been caught with both male and female nurses all over the hospital. A true one and done type of guy. Every week, the staff would have to cheer up whoever he had used and dumped. The latest was the new nurse in the neonatal unit. Told her at the nursing station to grow up and get over herself. And that he’d had much better all the time. He at least was now iced out of that floor. This was opposed to me. I tried every day to treat the nurses as a team, helping them whenever I could and listening to their complaints. And who after the recent break-up, constantly had the sympathy vote on his side. The difference between us proving ‘never piss off the nurses.’ “Yep,” I replied through gritted teeth, “Caught him in bed with a neighbor. Apparently, he only likes pussy now. Also likely has a bad case of gono knowing what he was on. So enjoy that. He’s all yours.” Slightly satisfied at how my reply had shut the dick up, I rushed the doors the second they opened to the lobby and quickly made my way to the entrance. — Luckily, the streetcar was only a block away, and my wait out in the biting cold was a blissfully short one. I stared blankly out the window, letting my mind wander to that night 3 weeks earlier, and nearly found myself missing my stop. I felt my cheeks redden a little as I looked down and saw the guy sitting in front of me who was forced to stare at the obvious bulge in my scrub pants. I made brief eye contact before I moved away and looked pointedly out the windows of the tram. Hurriedly, I hopped off, and walked down the block towards the apartment building, having memorized where I needed to go. Looking around, I caught a few brief glances of the area. A few small shops, several restaurants, even what looked to be a bookstore nearby. Then there was the building with blacked out windows and bars right next door to where I was going. Nightclub maybe? I asked myself, slightly slowing down as I walked past. The sign above the door stated ‘Stroud’s.’ However, there were no other identifying features, so I kept walking past. I walked into the lobby of the apartment and was greeted by a receptionist, a hot younger guy, possibly of Indian descent. “Are you Jake?” he asked, a mild Middle Eastern accent in his voice. “Um… yeah, how’d you know?” I asked, slightly put off by how this guy knew exactly who I was. “I’m Amal. Greg, our manager, and leasing agent is the one you spoke to this morning. He’s in his office,” he replied, extending his hand and shaking mine, “Follow me.” I followed Amal to the room behind him, taking in the appearance of the apartment lobby. It was obvious that the building was a former hotel, and an old one at that. Thankfully, whoever owned the building hadn’t completely gutted it on its renovation, leaving many of the old styled flourishes around, while still adding an interest modern flair. I knew instantly I would love the place, at least until I found out why it was so cheap. The receptionist opened the door and I saw Greg. Holy shit! I thought to myself, have I walked into the Twilight Zone? Before me was a man who I could swear at first was Jackson. He had same dark hair, graying at the temples. He also obviously spent half his life at the gym, his chiseled torso hidden just barely by an expensive looking suit and tie. A nice, square chin and piercing gray eyes added to his masculine look, with high-end designer glasses completing the look, giving him the air of a model. However, as I looked closer, I noticed a few differences between the two. No piercings, no beard, his voice was a little less deep, hair cut was definitely different. He had a phone to one ear talking away to what must have been a tenant, and with a brief wave, I sat down in one of the chairs in front of him. “Can I get you anything?” Amal asked from the doorway, breaking me from my mild stupor. “Um, no, I’m good,” I replied, giving a small smile. Quietly, Amal shut the door, as I turned my attention back to the building manager. “Yes Mrs. Goodwin, I’ll have maintenance get on that as soon possible. Yes… yes, ma’am. Thank you again for reporting it. I truly apologize for the inconvenience. Yes… Yes, ma’am. UH-huh… Okay, thank you,” he spoke, before finally hanging up the phone. Looking down, he began to look through the many sticky notes on his desk, looking for a particular one. “ Thanks for waiting. Sorry, it took so long getting off the phone, Mister… uh… sorry… Doctor…” “Harding. Please, just call me Jake,” I replied, shaking his hand as he extended it out. “Nice to meet you, Jake. I take it it’s getting quite cold outside?” he asked, turning his attention to the computer screen next to him, clicking on something, “You’re here to see…. 1201 was it? The one bed, one bath fully furnished?” “Uh, yeah, I think so,” I replied, forcing myself to stop imagining the quickly darkening things I’d do with the man in front of me, quickly starting to mirror what I had done with Jackson. “And you want a… immediate move in if possible I see. And you’ve already completed the application… thanks for getting that done so fast,” he continued, reading the screen, “And I see you’re well qualified for the apartment. No pets, and no need for a deposit… Great!” he replied, reaching into the desk and pulling out a small electronic key card, “We can show the apartment now if you’d like?” Nodding, I followed him back to the lobby, standing behind him as he pressed the call button for the elevator. Quickly I stopped myself from looking at his ass as he turned around to face me. “So, as you can tell, this used to be a hotel. It was built back in 1907,” he began, pointing out different points in the lobby as he began his tour of the building. “We recently renovated last year. We tried to keep the historical integrity of the building, but everything that couldn’t be saved has been updated. There’s fiber internet in the building, as well as 24-hour security. And the front desk is staffed from 9 am until 11 pm every day. We have a small gym on the 2nd floor, as well as a pool behind the lobby. There is a small attached parking garage, but those are an additional $100 a month per space.” I nodded as he told me these things. Seeing as I had no car, the parking wasn’t a big deal. But still, I kept telling myself that there was no way this place could be this nice at the current price and not have something wrong with it yet. The doors of the antique looking elevator opened up, revealing a surprisingly updated looking interior. “The elevator works with your room key, and will only take you to your floor and the common access areas. We also made sure to set it up so that you can use your phone, and that you can send a temporary access code to anyone you wish. It will also allow them to access your apartment door if you aren't home.” I slyly watched him as the elevator quickly climbed upward, taking in the nice profile presented to me as he continued to wax about the history of the building. For once, I was really beginning to enjoy not being attached to someone. Especially the no fearing the repercussions of checking someone out. The downside though was not having done anything for 3 weeks, which was really starting to make me horny. The doors opened to reveal a long, well-lit hallway, the seemingly never ending length giving my a slight vibe of something out of The Shining. I half expected those creepy twin girls to appear and start asking me to play with them. Directly across the hall was my possible apartment. “As you can tell, it's near the elevator,” the manager continued, “But we made sure to add extra sound proofing to prevent any noise problems.” He swiped the card above the door lock, and with a slight whir, the door unlocked. Opening it, I followed him in, looking around the room as he turned on the lights. I was stunned. The place looked amazing. The pictures from the internet showed empty rooms, and the images had not done the place justice. Tall ceilings, with what had to be the original decorative crown moldings. Granite counters, high-end loft furniture, stainless steel appliances, exposed brick and hardwood floors everywhere. And even an amazing view of downtown. There was even a large flat panel tv and what looked to be one of those high-tech smart thermostats. I began to feel almost unnerved. Why in the world wasn’t this place taken? The tour continued to the bedroom with a well appointed and fully updated on-suite bath, again looking like something out of a magazine for the rich and famous, and not something that was more in the pricing of a fresh out of college student. “As you can see, we went to a lot of lengths to update the apartment and all the furniture comes with it at $150 a month. After a 3 year lease, they will pretty much be yours. We currently don’t have them installed, but it will also come with a high-efficiency washer and dryer as well if you need it. This unit was previously the model unit, but since we’ve recently finished the top 10 floors, we’re trying to get rid of this one. Also, we have a deal with the former housekeeping staff and they provide cleaning once every week for another $75 a month.” “Um… it’s great…. but…” I replied, perplexed at how such a great find wasn’t already taken. This place was nicer than anything I could have hoped to live in. “Let me guess…” Greg intoned, “How is something like this still on the market?” “Yeah…” I replied, looking around again, “Did someone die in here… or is it haunted or…” “Well,” he started, looking a little embarrassed, “I do have to be up front. There are a few problems with the place. First, you’ll have Mrs. Goodwin, the lovely lady I was speaking to earlier as a neighbor. She’s very nice if a bit… well, crazy. Don't get me wrong, very sweet, and if you ever want great food, she is an excellent cook and loves for people to try it. But she tends to like to know every little thing about people. You can usually avoid her as long as you aren’t in the hallway at certain hours. Also, she has a bad habit of trying to fix her children up with other tenants. The closer they are, the more she pushes it.” Having had an (albeit much lesser) similar experience with our previous neighbor, this fact didn’t phase me. “OK, I’ve had my share of nosy neighbors, so not a big deal there. And I guess it's nice actually knowing who your neighbors are. I’m guessing there’s more though?” I asked. “Well, there is the fact of the neighborhood,” he replied. “This area is still in transition, and the crime is a tiny bit higher than other areas. But nothing major. It’s a pretty safe place to live. There is a lot of very nice places to shop and eat, and the street car is right down the street. But we do have a certain… erm… the element that resides here and has no plans of leaving.” “So, gangs? The mob? Satanists?” I asked half-jokingly, not quite following his logic. “Oh God, no, nothing like that,” he replied, “It’s just… well, I’m sure you saw that place next door. Stroud’s.” “Sure, “ I replied, remembering walking past the place next door. “Is it a nightclub? If so, I don’t think it would be a problem this high up would it?” “Oh. Um, no… it’s a….” he replied, looking even more flustered, “You don’t get easily offended do you?” “I’m a doctor, so no… seeing strange things and people is part of my job,” I replied. “Well, it's actually an adult bookstore. And apparently pretty popular as well, especially with the male population. It’s actually the reason why we have had so much trouble filling the unit,” he stated, “People don’t really like telling their friends to go the apartment complex next to the gay bookstore. Especially with the rumors around it. It’s really pretty seedy. We’ve tried to talk the city into closing it down, but apparently, the owner has a lot of connections in city hall. That and the owner has a private sauna a block away. With those two elements, we tend to have a problem with a lot of our more conservative renters being driven away. We had an issue with our last tenant as well, which required us to have them evicted. Corporate really strives for full occupancy, so I’ve tried to price it to sell. You’re the best candidate we’ve had yet.” I felt a stir in my pants as I realized exactly what he meant by seedy gay bookstores. I’d recently started reading about such things online, bored at night with the call room to myself. Likely, this adult bookstore was one of those rare finds. Possibly even one of the ones with private theaters. “Other than those problems, it's a lovely unit. What are your thoughts on the place?” Greg replied, looking as though I was likely to bolt out of the place and never return. “Actually, compared with the things I see at work,” I said, taking a final look around, “Those things are really rather mild. You’d be amazed at the things people do in the bedroom that put them in the emergency room.” With a slight laugh, we exited the room and made our way back to the elevator. “So, like you said, you’re wanting to move in as soon as possible?” Greg asked, following me into the elevator as the doors opened with a slight thump. “I’d say today, but I’m sure that…” I started to say before he immediately interrupted. “We can do that!” he exclaimed. “If you want, we can have someone from the cleaning staff do a once over. We just have some paperwork, and if you can make the first month’s rent payment and the application fee, we will be able to get you in tonight about 8 or 9 pm. Would that work?” Shocked, I nodded my head, amazed at how quickly I could take possession of the place. We spent the next hour signed what felt like a mountain of paperwork and the swipe of my debit card, we exchanged handshakes and Greg gave me the small plastic card. I left the building, running back to the hospital to get my duffle bag, and then returned, off to grab dinner and explore the neighborhood. I took in a light dinner at the Thai place across from the streetcar stop and set off to explore in the quickly dying late fall sunset. I walked into a few shops, surprised at how many were open until later in the evening. I even spied a small tobacconist shop, which made me think back to the hot night from 3 weeks before yet again. I ignored the shop though, looking at my watch. It was time for my apartment to be done. So, I walked back to the building before I spied several people walking into the adult bookstore. I felt myself get hard yet again. I walked back into my building, waving at Amal, and rode the elevator back up, setting my bag into the bedroom and changing into normal clothes before deciding to bite the bullet and check out the bookstore. — Stepping into the store, it looked like any other adult bookstore I had seen before. An ever shrinking movie section (thanks in large part to the internet), toys ranging from small to impossibly large, leather, clothing and edible panties, even the occasional ball gag and whip. I wasn’t that impressed until I noticed a second entrance to the back of the shop. I walked up to the attended, and with a slight blush on my face, asked what was further in. The attendant definitely looked like a skinhead. Shaved, bald head, with piercings everywhere. Fishnet shirt and leather pants. He appeared to be reading a Harry Potter book, and with a sigh, he stopped reading and flipped over the book. “First time?” he asked with raised eyebrows, looking at me with an appraising glance. “Yeah,” I said, “Just moved in nearby and thought I’d be a good neighbor and check out things.” I flashed a slight smile, fearing my nervousness was showing, to which he warmly returned. “Normally, it's a $10 fee for non-members to enter the theater, but since you’ve never been, it’s on me,” he said, pressing what must be a button to open the door. A buzzing noise came from the door. “Enjoy, buddy,” he said with a somewhat wicked smile. I opened it and walked inside. I immediately was met with a lit stairway down. Walking down I entered a dimly lit hallway. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the red lighting. I walked around, but the halls seemed empty, each door closed. Finally, I found an open door leading to a booth. Stepping inside, I closed the door. Looking around, I noticed a large screen with a bill feeder under it. Sitting down, I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a few dollars and stuffed them in. The TV turned on and started showing a video of two girls making out naked. Looking around the edge of the screen, I finally found the controls and flipped around until I found one of what appeared to be a group of guys fucking in various positions around a tiled room. I sat back and watched, slowly feeling a rise in my pants. After a while, the scene changed to a young guy, looking somewhat similar to myself, with a line of all the guys waiting to take a turn on his ass. One thing stuck out to me, however. Not a single one appeared to be wearing a condom. I felt my cock throb and building up courage, I pulled my pants down and slowly started stroking myself. There I sat, stroking my cock for several minutes, zoning out to the hot video in front of me when I heard a sudden tapping to my right. Startled, I stopped what I was doing and turned to see where the noise was coming from. Sticking out from a crude hole in the wall was a thick, uncut cock, probably about 7 inches long. I gulped and licked my lips watching as it throbbed slightly, a drop of precum slowly forming on the piss slit. Slowly, I reached out and grabbed it, stroking it and myself at the same time. This made the owner groan, slamming hard against the wall. I continued to stroke the guy until a voice with a thick accent called out, muffled by the wall. “Suck me.” This caught me off guard. I let go for a second, starting at the hard piece in front of me. Suddenly, I acted, slowly licking and then taking the cock into my mouth. I ran my lounge along the underside, sucking hard as I pulled off, making the guy groan even louder. After a few minutes of sucking, I felt him pull out. At first, I was upset, wanting to continue to suck him to completion. Until his face appeared at the hole. “Let me suck you,” the face replied, in what sounded to me like a thick Spanish accent. I started his face for a moment. The guy had soft pink lips and a slight mustache. In the blue glow of the tv (now forgotten), I slowly stood up and began to feed him my cock. Damn the guy could suck. His warm wet mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Every time he got to the tip, he would run his tongue into the opening, making me squirm in delight. I felt myself getting closer, and just before getting to the point of no return, he pulled off and stepped away from the glory-hole. “Fuck,” I muttered, looking into the hole and seeing him pull up his pants and walk over to the door before opening it and leaving the booth. Resigned, I went to finish myself off and pull my pants back up and leave, when I heard a knock at the door. “Double fuck,” I said, looking at the screen realizing that the money had run out in the video machine. Most likely the attendant, as I recalled my knowledge of how a video arcade worked. Pulling out my wallet, feeding another few bills on the machine. Hearing another knock, I turned back, pulling my pants back up slightly and opening the door. “Sorry, I just refilled the…” I started to say to the attendant, but instead was greeted with a hot, late 20ish Latino guy, “oh…. um… can I help you…” He pushed his way in, closing the door quickly and immediately locked lips with me. We proceeded to make out, grabbing and stroking each other, my cock still on the edge of release. His breath smelled of smoke, immediately turning me on. Finally, we parted, each gasping for air. I slowly recovered as he licked his lips and quickly asked me something I never expected to hear. “Let me in your hole?” he asked, pulling out a small brown bottle, opening it up and taking a few hits from. I instantly recognized the bottle from my night with Jackson. Poppers. My cock throbbed at the idea of the sensation. He held the bottle out to me as he started stroking his cock. Grabbing the bottle, I took several hits and handed it back to him. “Uh… sure,” I said, starting to feel the rush from the poppers reaching my brain before adding a quick, “As long as you let me do the same.” A quick nod was his only reply was before he turned me around and bent me over. I felt him reach behind himself and realized that he was grabbing lube from the dispenser on the back of the room. I quickly felt him rub some on my hole and then looked back to see him rubbing it on himself. “Wait…” I said, looking back at his cock, “You got a condom?” He shook his head no, before replying. “Most guys here don’t want them, so I never bring them. You got one?” I already knew I didn’t have one. I was torn. I wanted sex. Bad. But I had already learned the hard way about taking a bare cock. Hormones raging through my bloodstream, my brain fought to think logically, failing at the ebb of poppers in my mind. Finally, my mind came up with an answer as I asked, “You clean?” “Sure” he replied with a slight shrug, and with that, I bent over. Slowly, I felt him press his cock against my hole as I took a deep breath in. END OF PART 3

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.

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.

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 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 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.”

SHACKLED AND SHAVED (Part 3) Brandon lay on the bed, blind. He heard the door close, so he guessed that Mitch had left the room. He thought briefly about removing the blindfold but remembered that there were a couple of security cameras in the room. He figured it would be best not to disobey Mitch. The eighteen-year-old’s young mind was in turmoil. He wondered if Mitch was right. Was he really meant to be a submissive slut? Mitch was right that he was a pretentious asshole to most people. He took advantage of everyone he could, always trying to manipulate them into doing what he wanted, but never just coming out and asking for things directly. He often even treated his boyfriend Aiden badly, trying to see how much Aiden would put up with before standing up for himself. Was it because deep down he wanted to finally push someone so far that they would push back and put him in his place? Brandon’s introspection was cut short when loud pulsing trance music suddenly filled the room. Instinctively he tried to look around, forgetting that he was blindfolded. He wasn’t sure how long he lay on the bed listening to the music. The music seemed to be a continuous mix of several songs flowing into one another and then back again. Eventually he felt his body getting warm and tingling. His skin was sensitive and the feel of the smooth sheet on his back became more intense. Brandon had done Ecstasy a few times before while partying in high school, so recognized its effects. As the drug kicked in, Brandon started rubbing his hands over his body in time to the music, enjoying the sensation of being touched. His left hand strayed down to his dick, which had softened while he had been thinking. The hood was back up covering the head, but the shaft was still a little plump. He ran his fingers through his small patch of pubic hair, then over his dick, and fondled his small fuzzy balls. “You don’t get to play with yourself without permission Boy,” yelled Mitch into his ear as he grabbed the boy’s hand and pulled it off his genitals, “I guess you need some help controlling yourself.” A pair of hands slipped under his shoulders and pushed his back up off the bed. Once he was in a sitting position, Brandon felt Mitch’s muscular arms slide under his own arms and wrap around his chest from behind. The slim boy was easily lifted up off the mattress, swung around and set back down a couple feet away on his feet. The volume of the music decreased to a level where voices would still be heard over it. “Stand on your feet Boy,” said Mitch from behind him. The muscular arms slid out from around his chest and then down his arms. Large strong hands grabbed the boy’s smaller hands and raised them up over his head. Mitch’s fingers intertwined with his and Brandon felt the man’s hairy chest press up against his back. A scratchy beard brushed against his neck and he felt the man’s hot breath blowing into his ear. The E was really starting to kick in and Brandon could not resist swaying to the music and grinding his ass back against the large leather clad bulge that was pressing into his lower back. As he started to lose himself to the music, the drug, and the feeling of rubbing back against a man that was taking control of him, he felt cold metal pressed against his wrists. The next thing Brandon knew, Mitch stepped away from him, but his arms and hands remained raised above his head, held in place by shackles attached to the ceiling. “You can continue to dance Boy. Show off that hot naked little body of yours. It pleases me to see you embracing your sexuality,” said Mitch from behind him, but still close to his ear. *** After Mitch had left the room, he had turned on the sound system and keyed in a trance mix on his smart phone that was synced to the basements sounds system. He nodded at Dustin, who was waiting in the main playroom outside Brandon’s ‘cell’, which also doubled as the wet room for piss play. Dustin sprung into action and started moving all the supplies that Mitch had prepared into Brandon’s cell, along with two bright directional lights and a video camera mounted on a tripod. He adjusted the camera so that it would have an unobstructed view of the bed and an area next to the bed where Mitch indicated. Dustin was thirty years old, but still very much a twink. He was 5’10” and weighed about 130 pounds. He had short light brown hair and almost no body hair. Mitch had met Dustin about ten years ago through Rentboy. Dustin had already been poz by the time he met Mitch, so Dustin had never fully been Mitch’s Boy in the way Mitch intended to possess Brandon. Still, Dustin was one of Mitch’s regular slave boy fuck buddies. Dustin really got off on Age Play and liked to pretend he was underage if he was in the submissive role, or if he and Mitch were playing with a younger twink, Dustin liked to roleplay as an older brother. Dustin also happened to be deaf, which was useful in situations such as this since Mitch and Dustin could communicate through sign language as Mitch had made a point of learning the language after meeting Dustin. After Dustin had all the supplies set up in the room, Mitch returned and stood over Brandon watching the blindfolded boy lying on the mattress. The boy was definitely starting to feel the effects of the E and was well on his way to starting his trip. When Mitch saw Brandon start playing with his cock and balls, he signed to Dustin, “Get the shackles ready, I’m going to stand him up.” “Yes Daddy,” signed back Dustin then got the wrist shackles out and used a safety release snap to attach them to an eyebolt in the ceiling. Once Mitch had Brandon’s hands up over his head, Dustin quickly and expertly attached the shackles to the new boy’s wrists then adjusted the chains to make sure they kept Brandon’s arms stretched up. As Mitch was whispering into Brandon’s ear, Dustin picked up the leg shackles and stood in front of Brandon anticipating the next order from Mitch. Brandon did as Mitch suggested and continued enjoying his E trip by dancing to the pulsing hypnotic music. He pulled lightly against the shackles while he gyrated his hips and rolled his torso. He enjoyed the slight sting as the shackles dug into his wrists. Mitch smiled as he saw how much Brandon was enjoying displaying himself and showing off. Once he was sure the Boy was completely engaged in his trip, he hit pause on his phone to silence the music. “Okay, Boy, stop dancing and stand still,” he ordered Brandon. Brandon was disappointed and didn’t want to stop at first, but reluctantly did. Mitch walked over to where Dustin had laid out several floggers and straps and picked up a split leather strap. He walked back and smacked it twice across Brandon’s white ass, causing a bright red strip to quickly develop, “Aren’t you forgetting something Boy?” “Yes Sir. Sorry Sir,” said Brandon as the sting of the strap reminded him that he had not acknowledged Mitch’s order. “Good Boy. Every time you forget to call me Sir, Daddy, or Master, when you should, you will get spanked. The implement may vary but you will get spanked. Also each time you fail in this most simple of tasks, the punishment will double. So this time you got two since this was your second offense. Next time it will be four, then eight, then sixteen, and so on. Do you understand?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir,” answered Brandon. “Good, now again, stand still,” ordered Mitch. “Yes Sir,” responded Brandon as he stood upright. Mitch stepped up behind Brandon and used his booted foot to slide Brandon’s legs apart until they were the desired distance apart. Then Mitch stepped back and nodded to Dustin, who quickly and expertly secured the ankle shackles to the walls and attached them to Brandon’s ankles. Dustin then picked up an electric hair trimmer from where the supplies were laid out and again stood ready in front of Brandon for the next order from Mitch. “Okay Boy, I’m going to be removing all your body hair, first getting the longer hairs with a trimmer and then shaving your entire body from the neck down. So, unless you want to get cut up a lot, you will remain still, especially in the area where you feel the shaving being done. While you are being shaved, I will be asking you some questions. You will answer me as best you can. Feel free to elaborate and tell me as much as you can about the topic of the question. Some of the questions may be difficult, its okay if you don’t know an answer or ramble on, but you will not lie to me. Do you understand?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir,” answered Brandon, more concerned about the questions than the shaving. He and Aiden had shaved each other before. It was not something they bothered to do all the time, but they had enjoyed rubbing their naked hairless bodies against each other. Mitch nodded to Dustin, who immediately clicked on the trimmer and started to work on Brandon’s arms, starting at the top and working down the stretched out boy. “Have you been fucked before Boy?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir. I’ve let Aiden fuck me a couple times. He really doesn’t enjoy fucking me and has trouble staying hard when he fucks me, Sir” answered Brandon. “So then you mainly fuck him when you have sex?” asked Mitch. “If we are fucking Sir, then yes. But most of the time we have sex we just exchange blow jobs or jack each other off, Sir,” answered Brandon. “Do you use condoms when you fuck?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir. Both Aiden and I always practice safe sex, Sir,” said Brandon. “So you’ve never felt a bare cock up your ass?” asked Mitch. “No Sir, I’d never let anyone fuck me without a condom,” said Brandon adamantly. Mitch motioned to Dustin to step back, then delivered four swats to Brandon’s ass, “You forgot to say Sir.” Brandon cried out in pain and struggled against his the chains as he tried to turn his ass away from the blows. “Sorry Sir,” he finally responded after he had recovered the shock and pain of the strap. Once Brandon was settled back down, Mitch again nodded and Dustin resumed trimming Brandon’s body hair down to where it would be easy to shave. “Have you had sex with anyone besides Aiden?” asked Mitch. “No, but I’ve wanted to Sir,” said Brandon. The E was making it easier to admit his secret desires. “Why didn’t you then?” asked Mitch. Brandon hung his still blindfolded head, “Cause I was scared, Sir.” Brandon shivered and Dustin reacted quickly to keep from chopping the boy’s soft skin with the clippers. Just as Mitch was about to ask a follow up question, Brandon answered it, “I was scared people would think I was a slut, Sir.” Mitch stepped behind the shaking twink and wrapped his arms around him, giving him a hug. Dustin had not been paying as close attention to Mitch as he should have been and it took him a second to stop trimming Brandon’s hair when Mitch wrapped the boy up in a hug. Mitch spoke softly into Brandon’s ear, “Do not ever think there is anything wrong with being a slut. It is what you were born to be. Anyone that thinks less of you for being yourself isn’t anyone whose opinion matters.” Brandon pressed his body back against Mitch’s. Being hugged on E felt so good to him, and the man’s words were what he needed to hear. He was also so high that he did not even wonder how his legs were still being run over with a set of clippers when Mitch first hugged him. Mitch released Brandon and stepped back around to the front. “Have you and Aiden ever done anything kinky before like bondage, spanking, or piss play?” asked Mitch as Dustin resumed using the clippers on the boy’s legs. “No, Sir, but I have watched some bondage and spanking porn on the internet a few times, Sir,” answered Brandon slightly embarrassed to be admitting that. “What drugs have you done so far?” asked Mitch. Brandon took a minute to think then answered honestly, “Pot, E, whip-its, cough syrup or dexing, and Oxy, Sir.” He tensed as he expected Mitch would be angry at him for all the drugs he had tried and would punish him, but no blows were forthcoming. “Good, at least you are adventurous in one aspect of your life,” said Mitch. Dustin had finished removing all the longer hairs from the boy’s arms, arm pits, chest, pubic area, and legs, so he turned off the trimmer and started preparing the shaving cream and higher end disposable razors for the next task, while Mitch began running his hands over Brandon’s body. He started at the top, lightly stroking the boy’s body all the way from his hands, which were shackled above his head, to the boy’s shackled feet. As Dustin got busy shaving off the last remaining bits of hair, Mitch continued questioning Brandon. Mitch was able to get Brandon to admit that he was attracted to older men and that he did not flirt with them only to get booze, but also because it excited him when older men lusted after him. He had always been too scared though to go beyond flirting, again scared that people would think less of him. Once Dustin had finished shaving all the body hair off of Brandon, he wiped the boy down with a wet cloth then stepped back and waited for further instructions. Mitch inspected Brandon’s hairless body. The eighteen-year-old twink looked even younger once he was completely hairless from the neck down. The boy’s hairless cock was soft, mainly due to the effects of the E, and was so small that Brandon looked like he might not have started puberty yet. “Do you need to take your morning piss Boy?” asked Mitch as lightly stroked the boy’s smooth chest and teased the small dime sized pink nipples. Brandon nodded vigorously as he answered, “Yes Sir!” “Are you thirsty too?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir!” answered Brandon. Mitch pointed to the large bottle that was on the floor next to the shaving supplies. Dustin quickly retrieved the bottle and held it under Brandon’s small cock. Mitch nodded and pointed to Brandon’s tiny cocklet. Dustin grabbed the boy’s cock, pulled back the foreskin and held the bottle in position to collect the boy’s piss. Mitch stroked Brandon’s hair as he said, “Okay Boy, go ahead and piss. It’s okay.” “Yes sir,” said Brandon as he relaxed and started releasing his morning piss. Dustin directed the boy’s piss into the bottle. Once Brandon had drained his bladder, the bottle was nearly full. Dustin shook the last few drops of piss out of the boy’s cock then handed the bottle to Mitch. “Good Boy,” said Mitch. He then grabbed a fistful of Brandon’s sweaty blond hair and pulled the boy’s head back. “Now open your mouth,” he ordered. Brandon was not so far gone on the E that he didn’t realize what was about to happen. He briefly thought about protesting or trying to resist, but he knew he was shackled by his wrists and ankles in a cell and completely at the mercy of Mitch. So he scrunched up his face and reluctantly opened his mouth. Mitch’s hand released its grip on his hair. Brandon waited for the piss, but instead his freshly shaven ass was assaulted by the strap. Eight sharp blows set his ass on fire. “Now, let’s try this again. Open your mouth Boy,” said Mitch. “Yes Sir,” said Brandon, upset at himself for having screwed that up again. He opened his mouth. He felt the rim of a plastic bottle press against his lips, a moment later, his own hot piss started to pour into his mouth. While he had never fantasized about or been particularly interested in golden showers or piss play, it did not completely freak him out. He found that the taste wasn’t repulsive and that he could handle it. When his mouth was full he gulped it down, but Mitch tilted the bottle and pour some more out while he swallowed so the piss ran down his chin and onto his body. Brandon figured he would get punished for spilling any of the piss so he quickly opened his mouth and gulped down another mouthful. He ended up downing three full mouthfuls and had a considerable amount of piss spill down his face, chest, stomach, crotch and legs before the bottle was empty. “Good Boy,” said Mitch as he handed the bottle to Dustin then moved behind Brandon and again started stroking the boy’s body, giving the tripping boy the physical stimulation he was craving. Brandon couldn’t help himself and pressed his body back against the older man. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his ass against the large leather bulge he felt behind him. Mitch ran one hand down Brandon’s smooth chest and taunt stomach. He ran his fingers over the boy’s freshly shaven pubic area. Brandon moaned in pleasure. Mitch used one finger and his thumb to stroke the boy’s small flaccid penis. Despite the effects of the E, Brandon’s cock quickly grew hard. “Despite a few slip ups, you’ve been a good Boy. Now you get a reward. You better enjoy this, cause its the last time that little cock of yours is going to give you pleasure for a long time,” said Mitch as he jacked the boy’s little uncut cock. Brandon rubbed his back against Mitch’s hairy chest and his ass against the man’s leather clad cock as Mitch masturbated him. The stimulation and the hour of having his body teased quickly brought Brandon to the brink of orgasm. Mitch was experienced enough to recognize the signs of Brandon’s approaching orgasm. When he knew the boy was about to come, he nodded to Dustin. Dustin got on his knees in front of Brandon and took the boy’s cock into his mouth. Mitch removed his hand from the boy’s cock as Dustin started to suck him and then used both hands to play with the boy’s dime-sized pink nipples. Brandon moaned in pleasure from all he stimulation and his impending orgasm. Just as he started shooting his cum into the mouth sucking his dick, it occurred to him that it was impossible for Mitch to be sucking him, while standing behind him. “Yeah, shoot that cum boy. Feed your load to new big brother. He’s hungry for it. He can’t get enough cum. Soon you will be just like him, hungry for cum and accepting any and every load you can get inside you,” said Mitch into Brandon’s ear as the boy’s orgasm overwhelmed him. Brandon cried out as he started cumming into Dustin’s mouth. It was one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had. His legs shook and he lost his footing, cause his weight to transfer to his wrists and shoulders. He dangled from his shackled wrists as pain shot through his arms. Dustin easily swallowed the teen’s thin watery cum then sat back on his ankles and signed, “Thank you, Daddy.” Mitch gave the deaf prostitute a smile and nod of acknowledgment, then ordered him to go get the bondage chair from the other room. As Dustin went to get the chair, Mitch wrapped one arm around Brandon’s chest and lifted him back up to his feet and held him there as he used his other hand to release the chain holding the shackles to the ceiling. Dustin returned with the chair, and Mitch deposited Brandon into the chair then instructed Dustin to secure Brandon to it with rope. Mitch watched Dustin’s work closely and gave him tips and advice on his knots and rope placement, furthering the training of the thirty-year old switch. Once Brandon was secured to the chair, Mitch got a metal chastity cock sheath from the supplies. He slipped the ring around the base of the boy’s cock and forced the boy’s small balls through the metal ring. Then he put the metal tube over the boy’s deflated cock and locked it to the ring. It fit perfectly and would be extremely difficult for Brandon to remove. Mitch had taken the opportunity to size the boy’s genitals a week earlier on one of the many nights Brandon came home drunk and passed out. “There, now you will be able to learn to focus on your ass. You’re sexual gratification needs to come from using your ass and mouth to please real men,” said Mitch. After the chastity device was in place, Mitch removed the blindfold. Brandon remained blinded for a few moments as his eyes adjusted from the total dark of the blindfold to the bright lights for the video camera. He started to panic when he realized that everything that had happened had been video recorded. Mitch walked up behind Brandon and stroked the boy’s hair as he shushed him. “You need to get used to being on display Boy. I’m making a nice preview tape to show you off to my friends, to wet their appetite for when you are ready to make multiple loads from all comers. You’ll have men lining up to fuck your ass and shoot their cum up into you. Each one wishing he was the one that got to impregnate you. You will be covered in cum, with it dripping out of your ass, and you will love every minute of it. Now are you ready to see how a real slut boy behaves?” asked Mitch. Before Brandon could even reply, Mitch’s hands and fingers were giving Dustin his next orders, “Okay Boy, time to show your little brother how to Party.”

PART 3: I saw him out of the corner of my eye, he was black as coal, a mountain of a man, wife beater shirt and sweat pants, he looked like he had just gotten out of a prison with the look on his face. I don't know how he got in the room or who let him in, he surly was not part of the support group. He walked up to the leader and they did the usual hand clasp and shake and hug, the leader then turned toward me and said "Tank" this is the faggot bitch who lied his way into our HIV group and we have Chemed him up and turned him into a cocksucking, cum dump faggot white bitch for our black snakes and poz seed. Tank? that was an underestimate; who grabbed me by my hair and pulled me right into his crotch asking if it was true; you like being a bitch to black meat now? I just looked up as best as possible and nodded "yes"! , they Tank asked if i was the married faggot who was taking their toxic seed home and planting into my wife? I told them that I was. Tanked looked at the leader and stated "this is one fucked up fag to be married, lying to get into a HIV support group to be a cocksucking faggot for black men", "then go home and fuck his ol lady" ; Hell maybe we should tell her and fuck her too!! those word hit like a sledge hammer as he pushed my face back into his crotch. Tank then told me to pull down his jogging pants and meet the cock that would ruin me! I slid my hands along his pants and pulled them down to meet a harding slab of meat that had a cut head and a PA through the head that looked like a bolt and nut! My eyes went wide and looked up at Tank who was just grinning at me and stated " yup, I am going to fuck you with that and make you my bitch to breed full of my toxic seed, if these guys haven't knocked you up yet, I will make sure your pregnant tonight"!! SERVICE ME FAG; NOW! I started to lick his shaft and head, tried to get the head of that cock in my mouth with the PA on the end, but it kept hitting my teeth. THATS IT FAGGOT, Get that black meat ready to breed you full and ruin you and make you a blubbering idiot for black cock and toxic cum! Tank then looked at the Leader and stated; "Get him ready for my cock"; one of the other guys in the room came up next to me and wrapped a rubber strap around my arm, then pulled out a syringe of a liquid; as i started to panic, Tank wrenched on my hair and told me to look at the job in front of me and get back to it. As i went back to licking and sucking this monster, i felt a poke in my arm, then got all wozzy and started to cough uncontrolably. someone then put a bottle of poppers under my nose and i was inhaling deep and was now working that cock like I was looking foward to that monster driving into my ass and breeding me like I now wanted to be. Tank pulled me to my feet and backed me up to the table, he reach down and twisted both my nipples to the point I loved it and wanted to cry in pain. Tank then put his hand on my throat and push back until I was laying on my back on the table with Tank pulling me up to him by his legs and putting them over his shoulders. one of the guys walked up and started to lather cream or Vaseline or lube on and into my hole. Tank looked at me and asked me what I wanted; I just spread my legs open farther and said for him to fuck my ass, YOU MEAN YOUR CUNT, PUSSY, it will not be an ass in a few, it will be my hole to breed, ruin, knock up and make you my little street whore! All I could do is say "Yes Sir" I want you to breed , fuck my cunt and for you to use it as you like!! Better, Tank said. I was given a bottle of poppers and propped up on my clothes; I want you to see yourself become my whore, and your going to need those poppers, so I would get to them, cause here comes my cock! As I felt the head of his cock pushing at my hole; Tank turned to the leader and told him to go and find the Faggots bitch and see what she thinks of being a bitch to black meat too. I was to far gone to register what he just said, as the first part of Tank's cock pushed into my hole and I let out a scream.

This erotic fiction is a continuation of my story, The Broken Jock, that started in the "General Bareback Sex Stories" section that now, at Part 3, seems to belong in this section instead—for reasons you will soon discover. Check out Parts 1 and 2 to see how far this young, gay, safe-sex only, softball player has fallen. Enjoy. The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 3 The next Friday afternoon, Hank texted me. Hank: Hey boy, I have plans for that hot little hole of yours tonight. Be at room 228 at the Folsom Motel at 11. It had been almost a week since Hank fucked me last and I was feeling really horny. I had made plans to meet friends at a Castro bar at 8, but I figured I could excuse myself around 10:30 and head to the motel to get another one of Hank's anonymous fucks. I still don't know what he looks like. Me: OK, sir. -- When I got to the motel room door, the hall lights were dimmed by so many fluorescent tubes being out with one or two flickering. I’m in a horror film, I thought to myself with a grin. But since the typical motel had its hallways outside under the lights of the surrounding city, it actually wasn’t as dark or menacing as all that. I knocked on door number 228. “Who’s there?” I heard Hank say. “It’s me. Adam.” I heard lamps being turned off and then the door opened. “Get on the bed face down, boy. Push down your pants, too.” I felt my way to the bed and laid down on my chest while opening the fly to my jeans. Hank closed the door, came up behind me and helped push my pants down. “Nice white jock, boy. You know what gets my dick hard.” He then pushed his soft leather cod piece against my bare ass. “Let’s get this blind fold on you.” My cock was rock hard in anticipation for Hank to plow my hole again. Did he bring more anonymous used condoms like last time? Hank got on top of me and licked the left side of my face in one long upward lick. “Your going to get some more of ol’ Hank’s cock tonight. Plus, I’ve invited a few friends over from that hook up site, BareBackFuckers.” “Yes!” I didn’t use my inside voice. Hank explained more, whispering in my ear. “I found your profile on that safe-sex only site you are still on, and I took a screen shot of it. Then I went to BareBackFuckers and shared that screen shot with some select tops that I want to see get inside you.” Hank shoved his hand under me to feel my dick. He easily felt the precum I was leaking into my jock pouch. “Fuck, boy! Already leaking. I knew you needed some more raw cock in you.” He continued rubbing my cock head through the cloth as he went on. “I told these select men that safe-only ShortStop91 is now taking all loads. There are two men coming here tonight to fuck and load up your hole while you suck my cock. These guys will only have one mission: to breed that nice newbie hole of yours. Then you’ll get fucked by me. Understand?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” Hank seemed especially intense tonight, but I wanted it, and Hank knew just how to use me. Hank got up and unsnapped the leather cod piece. He walked around to the other side of the bed and I felt the mattress take on his weight in front of my blindfolded face. His cock was rock hard as he rubbed it on my face and in my hair. His P.A. was cool on my lips when he told me to open up. He pushed his cock in forcibly to the back of my throat and he held the back of my head as I squirmed and gagged on the P.A. “Fuck yeah, jock boy. Take my cock in your throat. I know you can take Phil’s cock in there.” I relaxed my throat to help Hank invade, and I breathed through my nose the way Phil always commanded. Hank said he wanted to skull fuck me before the other men got there. I did pretty well, I think. I tried to forget about the scary P.A. in my throat and just focus on Hank’s cock head. About every minute or so, Hank would push all the way in and keep it there while I gagged. As he pulled out I got some air again, recovered, and opened my mouth to let Hank to do it again. “Good boy, Adam. Let me have that mouth and throat!” A knock on the door. “Who’s there?” Hank yelled. “Ahhhh… I think we’re both from the site,” came from a man’s voice from outside the door. “I’m Coach4Jox and this other fella is…” “Pops9in!” the other man’s voice finished. They must have arrived at the same time. "Come on in, guys." The door opened and I heard the men enter. "Turn on that one lamp, too. I’ve got him blindfolded.” I heard the click of the lamp and shortly thereafter felt a hand feel up my naked ass and another hand in my hair. “Shit! It really is you!” said the man near my face. “I’ve been checking you out on the safe-sex hook up site for two years. Your ass looks so good in that softball uniform pic! I’ve messaged you, too. But I figured you didn't answer because I’m a lot older. I see you at the bars sometimes, too. I have fantasized many times about fucking your gorgeous butt, and I have schemed in my head about how I’d pull the damned condom off without you knowing. I can’t believe I get to finally put my cock in that butt of yours—although I have to admit, a good stealth breeding of your jock ass would have been truly amazing.” As the guy near my head was talking, the other guy was already trying to push his cock into my hole. He was about a quarter way in dry. As Pops9In was taking my hole I realized that I recognize the other guy’s handle from the safe-sex site. Coach4Jox was a white-haired man, mid-60s, who was constantly trying to set-up a fuck date with me with messages like: “I have condoms. I would love to shove my daddy cock into that very nice jock butt of yours.” But, I have had lots of men trying to get in my pants who were hotter than Coach4Jox, so I just never really gave him much thought. Hank pushed his cock back into my mouth and announced to the other men that ShortStop91 is going bareback today and that they should "fuck me up.” “As my handle indicates, I’ve got 9 inches of raw cock I’m going to shove up his 'safe-only' butt.” He kept pushing into me. "Fuck, this hole is tight!” "There’s lube next to you on the bed,” Hank offered. “I brought the oil-based stuff this safe-boy has always avoided.” Hank was playing like I was being offered up for barebacking for the first time to these men. Close enough for me. In my head, I was still in the process of being fully used and violated by my Hank. A man who started fucking me into bareback whoredom only two fuck sessions ago. I thought to myself, Pops9in and Coach4Jox will be men #11 and #12 to shoot their loads inside my hole. “Ahhhhh!” I gasped. With a lubed cock, Pops9in entered my hole. “Nice! We have penetration!” Hank said. The man’s large cock filled my rectum as I gripped Hank’s leather-clad thighs. Hank pulled his cock out of my mouth and put an opened poppers bottle under my nose. “Take a good hit, boy.” I took about six hits as the cock inside me pushed in some more. I felt the inner tingle and static from the poppers. “Mmmmm,” I moaned as Hank pushed his P.A. and cock head back into my throat. “He’s lit,” Hank said. “Go ahead and try to fuck him now.” “He’s really tight,” the man said. “Take my cock, son. And no fucking rubbers, safe boy. This is raw cock inside you. This is what taking a man’s cock is supposed to feel like. Damn, I’m all the way in.” The man, Pops9in, bucked so that his cock head nudged the deepest part of my hole. “Oh, yeah. Fuckin’ sweet hole here. Can’t fuckin’ believe my luck today when you messaged me.” He then started fucking in long strokes. Grunting and telling me to take it. Telling me that I loved raw dick now. “And my cock is not pulling out until every one of my fucking sperm is inside your young" —thrust— “jock” —thrust— "butt.” “Do it!” Hank’s cock got extremely hard in my mouth as he watched the man fucking my ass. “Let me see you shove that poz cock up that jock ass. Fuck that neg jock ass.” Was that just hot talk? Did I hear Hank say “poz”, “neg”? It began to sink in how Hank might be violating me tonight. All the years of getting fucked with condoms to avoid HIV infection, and was it true? Was I getting fucked bareback by an HIV positive top? Was it just fantasy talk? Hank held the poppers under my nose again, and I surrendered. “Yeah boy, take another hit. Poz9Inch wants to load up your hole tonight. Take his poz cock and let him load you up.” I realized then I had originally misheard the handle on the man whose huge cock was now pistoning in and out of my hole, a poz cock without a condom. The poppers had taken over my head, so I gave in. Hank put his hard cock back in my mouth and told me to suck on the head. A wave of poppers-induced electricity went right to my groin and asshole. I found myself using my mouth and my ass muscles to milk the two cocks that were inside me. I was going to knowingly have a raw anonymous poz cock unload inside my ass for the first time. Once Poz9In heard his HIV status revealed to me, he started fucking rougher, grunting as he landed his cock head deep in my hole. “Fuckin charge that hole, man,” I heard the Coack4Jox say. “Breed that safe-only ass!” “My pre-cum has been lubing him up for the last 15 minutes, so this neg jock is getting it already. Might as well load ‘em up.” I heard the men wickedly cheer as Poz9in was building up to unload inside me. “Do it, man,” said Hank. “Unload in his hole, he’ll take it. Won’t you, boy.” I nodded. “Fuck yeah, kid. Here is comes.” Poz9in made guttural grunts as his cock shot his warm toxic cum into my rectum. “Yes! There is it boy. All my sperm having a party inside your hole right now. Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Let me fuck that in.” Poz9In fucked me hard for about a minute. His cum was so battered in my hole that I could feel some of it leaking down my nut sack and into my jock. “Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck!!!” “That’s it, boy,” Hank coached into my left ear. “Take the man's poz load, Adam. I knew you’d be a good submissive boy for me tonight.” Poz9in pulled out of my ass and I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed jock-strapped ass. My legs had been kicked wide apart by him as he bred me, maniacally trying to shove his cock as far in as he could. I felt completely open as the white-haired old man got in place between my legs. Coach4Jox entered me quickly and began hammering his good sized meat into my cum-slicked hole. He fucked in and out of me as he talked. “Fuck yeah! For so long, I’ve fantasized about doing this to you, Adam. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’ve stalked you at your softball games and watched you get drunk at the bars, hoping you’d get wasted enough to need someone to walk you home. I’d imagine promising you that I’d wear a condom if you’d let me fuck you. Thinking about how I could use a condom and wait until you’re passed out drunk on your bed to rip the condom off and slide back in, stealth pozzing you when I unload shot after shot of my toxic cum inside that young jock butt of yours.” Coach4Jox kept fucking my hole and promising me another poz load as Hank, listening to the man’s perverted confession, climaxed. “Damn! I’m cumming in your mouth, boy! Open up that throat.” I let Hank’s cock head into my throat again and immediately felt the warmth of his sperm in my throat as I swallowed. I took Hank’s load like he was a familiar lover. He kept his dick in my mouth as he watched and listened to the old man fuck me. Hank pushed my head to the bed hard. “Now’s your chance, Coach. You’ve got him passed out on the bed now. Fucking stealth that young jock ass. Fucking breed that neg hole with your poz cock." “Fuck! Here it comes, you fucking neg shortstop tease," Coach4Jox said. “Take my load up your sweet butt for good.” Coach4Jox unloaded a hot torrent of poz cum into my hole. The men celebrated my violation with profanity and slaps on my ass. The old man pulled out of my ass and told the other men to look at my hole. “Fuck! This is what two poz loads up a hot young bubble butt looks like. Poz9in added, "Fucking hot jock boy, getting knocked up by anonymous men like that.” He slapped my ass. After the rustling sounds of men getting dressed, Hank said, “Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me out tonight. This was a safe-only boy who submitted fully to me only recently. As far as I know you two are his first poz loads. I am hoping to get him introduced and used at the bathhouse soon, and I think tonight should ease that transition.” I could hear, “sure thing, man” and “anytime” from the outside corridor. With the door open, I could feel the cold San Francisco air on my wet asshole. I heard Hank put keys on the night table by the bed. “Check out’s at noon. You can stay until then, if you want. You were great tonight, boy. Let’s consider meeting up again mid-week. I’ll text you.” My violation would continue. “Yes, sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. Keep that blindfold on for five minutes!” I heard the door close and listened as Hank’s footsteps faded. I fell asleep in that position: facedown, bare assed, legs spread. My asshole felt wet, open, used and empty. I slept soundly, dreaming only of sex. I wanted more. Edited July 31 by drscorpio Put a link to the first 2 parts in 37

- 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.

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.

Damn Damn this is so hot- my cock just drips pre cum Thank you PozPuppy- o why did this not happen to me- I used to see my dad naked and would just stare at his cock as it seemed do big to me- could have used some instruction. and all those years being an alter boy and NOTHING- what did I do wrong

Fucking hot as ever ! it should be even more erotic when he finally gets to the baths

I've been to CumUnion at 442 in San Francisco and Steamworks in Berkeley. 442 is great cause it feels more sleazy. It's much more open, so you can't get fucked without an audience, which makes it so much hotter in my opinion, but I enjoy showing off my hole and how good I can take cocks. Only thing is, most of the fellas are bottoms, so a few times I have been there, I did not get fucked nearly as much as I hoped. Steamworks is better over all just because it has more space, rooms, showers, douching stations, and can fit a higher capacity of guys. I enjoy CumUnion nights because I can show up early, clean out, and get lots of guys to let me suck their cocks and take turns using my hole to cum in. I am hoping I can travel to Seattle, Vancouver, Toronto, New York and Chicago some day so I can try out some CumUnions in other areas. Love anon multiple loads in my hole. Just wish there were more tops locally that would be into fucking me.

Part 6 The sperm that now filled my rectum needed to make room for my new anonymous invader. His cock was big, and I could feel more jizz streaming down my ball sac as the man’s cock rammed into me. Poz9in continued his oral assault on my dick while pushing my right leg higher off the bed to make both my dick shaft more accessible to him, and my open hole more assessable to the rest of the old men in the room. I was still flying on the poppers Poz9in made me hit as I thought about my journey going from safe-only condom sex to a bareback poz cum dump in only a matter of 20 days. I have lost count now of how many men have bred me in the past three weeks, with more than half of those loads coming from unknown sources. As the large cocked man pummeled my hole, he whispered in my ear: “I giving you my precum right now. If you only knew how badly I’ve been wanting to bareback your jock bubble butt, my little shortstop tease. Leave my load way up inside.” Then I felt his cock harden even more up my rectum. Hearing that deep voice and dirty talk made me precum, too. And I jerked as Poz9in lapped it off my sensitive dickhead. “God you taste sweet, boy!” I thought again about what my past boyfriends would think if they knew what I was doing right now. They were all neg, and even so, I never let them bareback me—I thought I was being good and responsible by taking that precaution. But I’m young and hot looking. And I now know that I need men to use me while I am fresh, young and hot. The man topping me was fucking me harder now, his hand had a fistful of my hair and he was pushing my head against the bed. He whispered, “I’m gonna flood that hole good, boy. Here it comes.” The man pushed harder on my head as he pushed into my hole all the way. I was clinching my hole trying to help him get farther inside me when I felt his cock erupt in my guts, about 7 warm volleys of sperm. After he finished unloading, he furiously fucked me hard. His cock was sensitive after cumming, so he was loudly grunting and yelling that he wanted to fuck his baby batter into me good. When he was finished, he told me that he wants to start fucking and breeding me after my games while I was still in my uniform. “You can still meet up with the team at the bar after, but you’ll be loaded up with my cum.” I nodded in compliance. He told me that his name was Leon and that he’d leave his number in my jeans pocket. “I’ll even pay you for the use of that nice hole.” I nodded and said, “yes.” When he pulled his cock and got off the bed, I looked up at him. He was that large, bald older man, about mid-60s, that the team always saw lusting in the stands at our games. He had a kind of odd face, not handsome but masculine with a short dark beard and a glass eye. But now that I have felt his large meat inside me, I know I will give up my hole to him again after the ball games—especially for cash! Poz9in was listening as he used his tongue and lips on my cock, trying to coax more of my young sweet cum out it. I felt cool air hit my shaft as he pulled off and offered his help if the man was interested in double teaming my hole. Leon said “Maybe,” and that they could chat more about that on the bareback website. Poz9in went back to sucking my dick and pushing my legs apart to show the other old men my exposed hole, open for use. I wondered if Hank knew what he had gotten me into tonight… if he intended for so many men to use my hole in this motel room. I then felt someone place a small cylinder just inside my hole, like the lube shooter Phil liked to use on me to fill me with his collected sperm. “Look at my good little cumdump.” It was Hank's voice. “I got some special donations from the bar after I told the men there what I was doing with you tonight. They all want to meet you at the bathhouse when I take you there for the first time. Hank pushed on the plunger and I felt as more anonymous sperm entered my rectum. “That’s about 10 loads right there.” “Fuck! Yeah!” The other men in the room loved that. As I felt my hole flood, I ejaculated hard into Poz9in’s mouth. Poz9in mumbled something and then positioned his mouth on the tip of my dick while milking my shaft with his hand. More of my sperm spilled onto his tongue. I could hear him swallow. “Damn that’s good!” he said, my cock still hard in his mouth. I then felt Hank’s cold PA rub up and down on my hole. “You been taking more poz dick tonight, Adam?” “Yes, sir,” I replied jumpily, as Poz9in continued to work his mouth on my sensitive dick head. Poz9in pulled off of my dick and reported to Hank, “Just like we talked about, Hank. He’s been taking all loads up the ass tonight. According to the site’s party page, about half the tops here tonight were poz. Were you here to see the boy get double penetrated by that poz couple. They troll the safe-only site to find hot guys to stealth fuck. They came here specifically to poz up their dream boy. That was HOT!” I heard Hank chuckle as he pushed his PA directly against my hole and push. “So fuckin’ hot.”

6. Cal "Oh, he is," Jon said. "Don't you agree, JP?" "For sure. I don't want to pull out." "Stop hogging his hole," I said. "It's my turn." "Quit treating Seth like a play thing," Jon said. "And just fuck him like the hole he is." "It's ok," JP said. "You're going to love it." He pushed himself back up, and started to slowly pull out of Seth’s hole. Although he pulled out as quickly as he could, it still like forever as his shaft pulled out, inch by inch. I watched Seth's face, seeing if there was any discomfort. Not that it mattered. Jon had already made the goal of the weekend clear. We were here to infect the young man, and clearly, Seth's opinion on the subject hardly mattered. It was a dark game we were playing with Seth, but a surprisingly easy one. He was hardly the first boy we had infected, nor even the first boy we had stealthed. Normally, it was just a matter of telling an unsuspecting young man that of course we were healthy. All I had to do was to tell them to look at me. I was strong and young. No one wanted to believe that I was positive. Besides, for Seth, there was a special treat. I had stopped taking meds several weeks ago, and my last blood test revealed that my viral load had sky-rocketed. My cum was poisonous. It even looked deadly; no longer the pure white, it was now a sickly yellow color. Of course, Seth wouldn't be able to see it. I would shoot it deep inside of him where it could do the most damage to the young man. Finally, Jean-Paul pulled out of Seth. It took a second for Seth's hole to close up and I could see all the semen already in him. It was going to be hard to last long. Seth had already gotten me right to the edge with his mouth, and feeling my lovers' cum already in the boy would be a turn-on in itself. "Your turn," Jean-Paul said. "Make him happy." I took up the position behind Seth, as Jean-Paul and Jon re-arranged themselves around Seth. Jon took up the position in front of the boy, while JP stayed next to me. "You ready?" Jon asked Seth. "Ready for another load of potent cum?" If Seth noticed Jon's phrasing, he made no indication that he did. "Hell yeah," he said. "Can't get enough." "That's my boy," Jon said. I was momentarily jealous of Seth; I was Jon's boy. He was the one who had taken me in, shown me the pleasures of bareback sex, and given me his precious gift. I knew Jon's types, and Seth was definitely the kind of boy he liked. It was irrational, but I was afraid that Seth would replace me. But, after so many years, I knew Jon's quirks. He would want to be the one who did the black deed. He would want to know that he was Seth's poz daddy. All I had to do was to sow the seeds of doubt in Jon's mind, and the best way to do that was to sow my seed in Seth's ass. "Your turn," Jon continued. "Give him what he needs." "Please?" Seth muttered. "Give it to me?" I knew he meant my dick, but it was so much better that he was getting far more than he had bargained for. Jon was still on meds, but both Jean-Paul and I had stopped taking them for an earlier project. That project had sero-converted several weeks ago, but neither of us had re-started our medications. There was an evil, dark power in knowing that my dick was a loaded weapon. When my shaft was deep inside an innocent, unsuspecting man, I felt that I was the epitome of masculine domination. There was little the bottom could do to protect himself against my semen and the toxic mix of jizz, virus, and sperm. "Oh hell yeah," I muttered. My dickhead was pressed up against Seth's hole, looking for the slightest excuse to plunge into his well-used hole. By now, there was no need for lube. Jon and JP had filled him up with their semen, and my lovers' infected cum made the best lubrication possible. It was the perfect fluid to grease my own deadly dick's journey into Seth's hole. "Oh fuck yes," I repeated. I pressed my hips gently forward, and my cockhead disappeared into the warm depths of Seth's body. "Oh yeah," Seth moaned. I wondered if he had any idea how dangerous the game he was playing tonight truly was. Yes, it was fun. Fucking was always fun, even more so when it was raw, drug-fueled rough fucking. But the virus, my virus, could not be denied. It wanted to live. It wanted to spread. I pushed the rest of the way in, feeling Seth's hot, wet hole engulf my manhood, welcoming it into his body. "Ohhh," Seth moaned. "Take his cock," Jon said. One arm was wrapped around Seth's torso; the contrast between Jon's hairy body and Seth's smooth was striking and beautiful. It reminded me of the way I fit in between Jon and JP, the smooth young boy for the two daddies. "Take my boy's beautiful, potent cock." "Feels so fucking good," Seth said. "Deep inside me." "You want him to cum in you? Give you a third load of cum this evening?" "Yeah," Seth said. "I want him to fuck me. Fuck me hard." "You heard him," Jon said, and smiled at me. "Give the boy what he wants. Give him what he needs." He started to kiss Jon as I stopped trying to hold back and thrust my cock in and out of Seth. The young man's body shook with each stroke, but it was a shiver of pleasure. I knew just how good it felt to get fucked raw, and was glad that Seth was able to share in this most intimate of all activities. "My hot boy," JP whispered in my ear. "Fucking the innocent." He reached down and ran his finger over the small bit of my cock that wasn't buried deep in Seth's ass. It was slick with the two older men's poz cum. "Making the boy complete with your toxic load." He was talking softly enough that Seth wouldn't be able to hear it. But I heard it, and it made my dick dribble. "How big of a load did you guys shoot up there?" I said. My cock was swimming in poz cum. "Enough for you to fuck me with," Seth said. He pushed his body back against me, pushing me deeper into his body. I wasn't as big as either Jon or JP, but I was still plenty big enough. No doubt Seth had reached that point where all he wanted was dick inside of him. Even me pulling out enough to slam back into him was enough to make him panic that I was pulling all the way out. "Enough for you to fuck me hard with." "Careful what you ask for, Seth," Jon said. "We've been gentle until now." He kissed Seth again. "Let's wait until tomorrow to really push your limits." I slammed my dick back into Seth. Tomorrow was going to be an all-day bareback orgy. It would be the three of us, some carefully hand-picked men, and plenty of drugs to keep us going until late in the night. There was a good chance we would still be fucking with wild abandon when the sun came up Sunday morning. Most importantly, Seth would be the only man not infected with HIV. It would be an assault that would be hard for him to defend against, if he even knew what he had to do. It had been nearly two months since our last project, and I had forgotten how hard I got when fucking a neg hole. Besides his clean, healthy status, Seth was a very hot man. His muscular, almost gymnast build spoke of an endurance that Jon, JP and I had just begun to explore, and his thick, hard cock would be many a college boy's downfall over the next few years. My dick was dripping now, adding my deadly pre-cum to the mix already being churned up in his hole. "Give it to him," Jean-Paul whispered in my ear. "Make him your poz bro." My hips bucked, pushing my shaft back into his warm, accepting hole. It was both comforting and familiar, as well as exotic and new. It felt like there were years of exploration ahead of me, to fully understand this boy's hole. But the first step was to mark the territory. "Fuck him hard, breed him raw, and give him your gift." The last part was a lot softer than the first two. "Fuck," I said. "Hard to keep from cumming." I had slept in late this morning, and hadn't jerked off before leaving the hotel. Nor had I gotten off the night before, despite the bit of fun I had found at the hotel. My balls were churning with cum, and Seth's hole was carefully milking it out of me. But, I wanted to tease myself and start to work in my lovers' jizz. Their cum was potent, but it would only work its magic in Seth's bloodstream. "Don't hold back," Seth said. "I want your cum. I want as much cum as I can get." Jon laughed. "Don't worry about that boy. You're going to get more dick than you can handle." Seth's hole tightened around my cock, and a bit more pre-cum dribbled into him. Jon began to kiss Seth again, and at the same time, Jean-Paul let a hand drift down to my ass. "Need a cock up there too, boy?" he whispered in my ear. The warmth of his breath sent chills down my body, crashing into my dick. I slammed my cock back into Seth. "Yeah," I mumbled. JP's other hand brushed against my nipples, and it was hard to think about anything other than the sheer sexual pleasure washing over me. Seth needed to be able to enjoy this kind of guiltless, fearless pleasure, and the only way he could get there was by having men like me fuck him. "Need a re-charge?" JP asked me. "Another load of infected jizz up that sweet hole of yours?" His whisper was so silent, I barely heard what he said over the grunts, moans, and roars coming from Seth and myself. The choice of words and Jean-Paul's volume were unfortunately dictated by Seth's presence. It would be a few more weeks before the boy was completely indoctrinated into our cabal of death. "Please," I said. "More strains to share with our closest friends." "Of course, boy," JP said. His finger was still nestled in my crack, pushing in just enough to tease me. Despite being balls deep inside Seth, JP's stimulation was just enough to get my dick dripping again. I wanted to be the one in Seth's place, eagerly awaiting my next dick and the thick poz load it would shoot into me. "Let's see what you can get up to tomorrow," JP said. "But, in the mean time, you need to give Seth what he needs." "Yes, Sir," I said. JP knew my weakness around him, and would exploit it on a regular basis. Nine times out of ten, it would be a traditional bareback fucking, ended with my hole wrecked, raw, and sweaty. But the last time, the tenth time, was when JP stopped thinking about inhibitions, and started to think only about the darkness that lived inside all of us. I doubted that Jon could hear us. But, I also knew that Jon understood exactly what we had been discussing. In the few years I had been living with Jon and Jean-Paul, I had learned their silent language. It was the language they used to express care and love for each other, and now, for me. But it was also the same language they used to communicate the destructive forces that they were powerless to control. Jon looked at me. "Give him what he needs," he said. There was much that was unspoken, but little that had to be said. "Oh fuck," I grunted. My cock was throbbing, dripping, and thrusting. "I'm getting close." I pulled and pushed back in. JP's finger pressed deeper into me, finding my prostate and pressing against it. "Fuck," I said again, as Seth clenched his ass around my shaft and milked more of my pre-cum out. "Come on, boy," JP said. "Give him your load. Fill him up." "You want it?" Jon asked Seth. "Fuck yes," the boy replied. "I want every load." "That's the attitude," Jon said. He turned his attention to me. "Give it to him. Breed his hole and mark out our territory." "Oh fuck," I moaned. I was well past coherent thought. All that mattered was my cock sliding in and out of Seth's hole, JP's finger pressing against my prostate, and the cum churning in my balls. "Oh fuck," I moaned again, and slammed my cock as deep as I could. This time, I didn't pull back out. My balls clenched, my shaft stiffened, and a thick load of cum erupted from my dickhead into Seth's hole. It was finally my turn to cum in the boy, after Jon and JP had taken their turn. Even if I wasn't the first, I was still in the top three, and it was unlikely that Seth would ever forget this night. Just the thought of adding my load to Seth's collection got me even more aroused, and within seconds, another volley of sperm shot down the length of my cock and landed in his receptive hole. "OH FUCK," I moaned. The spurts started to run together into a continuous orgasm, pumping a steady stream of cum into Seth. It felt right to be draining my balls into Seth. He didn't know the details of what he had been planning for him, but it didn't matter. He had long ago made the decision, even if he didn't realize it. The men that would be fucking him over the next few days were just affirming his choices. "Give it to me. Give me your cum," Seth said. He was young, innocent and oblivious to what he was signing up for. All he knew was how good it felt. How close he felt to the three of us, and the intimate bond that sharing our fluids created. "Fill me full." "Don't have to worry about that," Jon said. "Your hole is dripping cum now. Three men have cum in you. How do you feel?" "Happy," Seth said. "Satisfied." "And that's only the start," Jean-Paul added. My orgasm was waning, the spurts and thrusts now settling down into something slower and deeper. It was important to push my seed as deep as possible. I needed it to take root and grow in Seth, to turn him into a diseased man, just like the three of us. "You give him what he needs?" JP asked me. "Of course I did," I said. I released my grip from Seth's waist, and ran my fingers over JP's thigh. He had a tattoo there, one that grew with each new man JP had helped infect. Jon's name was on there. My name was on there. Soon enough, Seth's name would be on there as well. "Doing what you taught me to do." "Good boy," JP replied, and gave me a kiss. I was spent, and it was getting harder to keep my dick inside Seth. Finally, I gave up, and let my cock fall out. "Cum filled hole," JP whispered. I looked down and a few drops of sperm leaked out of Seth. Some of that was my cum, some was from Jon and JP. Seth was turning into a proper cum slut, even on his first night of barebacking. I grabbed Seth and wrestled him onto the bed, facing me. We started to make out. "You came in me," he said, between quick kisses. "You came in me," he repeated. The full importance of what had happened was slowly sinking into his weed-fogged mind. "You came in me," he said again. I kissed him again, and felt him press his warm body up against mine. "Fucking amazing," he finally managed to say. "I did. So did Jon. And so did JP," I said. "How does it feel?" "Amazing. I should have done much earlier." "Even though..." Jon started. He didn't need to finish. We all knew what he was asking. "Not sure," Seth said. "But it doesn't matter now. It's ok." "Yeah," Jon said. He leaned over Seth and gave me a kiss. Then Seth kissed me, and then JP repeated what Jon had done, kissing Seth. Nestled between these men, young and old, I felt warm, cared for, and loved. It was clear that Seth felt the same way, even if he had no inkling of the danger he was in. "It's ok." I pulled seth close to me and his lips met mine. We kissed, as JP pressed his body against me. "You boys want some dinner?" JP asked, nuzzling my neck. "Yeah," I said. "I could use a break. Before I tackle that hole again." Seth's cock was still hard, and pressed against my thigh. We had him exactly where we wanted; he was boned up enough that he would do anything that we asked. He had already begged us for our loads; he knew we were poz. "I want it," Seth said. I wasn't sure if he was talking about my cock or dinner. It didn't matter. He'd get both, and he'd enjoy it. "I want your dick back in me," he continued. My uncertainty disappeared, and my cock began to stir again. "You want to start dinner?" Jon asked. He got up, his hairy chest still a bit sweaty from his fucking. "I'm sure we can find something to do to stay out of your hair." "Sounds good," JP said. The two older men got out of bed, leaving Seth and I alone. They kissed, before JP pulled on a pair of sweatpants and headed to the kitchen. Jon returned to the side of the bed. "You boys want a drink before dinner?" I was about to protest, but Jon stopped me. "Night is young. Plenty of time play with Seth." Reluctantly, I got up from the bed. Seth was the last one in bed, now on his back, and his dick sticking straight up. He reached down and started to stroke it. "Come on. Plenty of time for that later." I smiled. Jon was keeping Seth on edge, still keeping him from getting any pleasure other than what we provided. Seth got up. "What's to drink?" he asked. "I'm sure Jon can make you something good," I said. Jon found a pair of sweats for himself, then grabbed two of mine. He handed one to Seth, and then to me. "Let's go," I said, as Seth reluctantly put on the sweatpants. His cock was straining against the fabric; the outline of his cockhead was clearly visible. We passed the kitchen; JP was already in the middle of prep work. I knew if I distracted him, dinner would never happen. "What do you want, boy?" Jon asked, as we walked into the living room. The sun was just beginning to set, and the room was filled with golden light. It highlighted Seth's light brown hair, and made his blue eyes almost hazel. "Uh," Seth stammered. It was clear his experience in drinking hadn't gone farther than beer and some badly mixed drinks at private parties. "What are you having?" he asked. "Not much of a drinker yet, are you?" Jon asked. He wasn't accusing. It was just the fact. "I'll make you something," Jon continued. I could see the relief in Seth's face. He wanted to impress us, and not having a drink request had reminded him just how young he was. "Thanks," Seth said. "This is a really nice place." "Yeah," I said. "Isn't it. Here. Come and look out the window." I grabbed his and pulled him over to the window. The lights of LA were just coming on; the view was like a gold-covered dream city. "You like it?" Seth turned to me, smiling, still lost in the pleasures of the flesh. "Yeah," he said. "I do." I stepped closer to him, and wrapped my arm around his waist. He shifted his position, and rested his weight against me. He was built, and the muscle added pounds to his frame; I nearly fell over before I found my balance again. Behind us, there was the familiar clink of ice cubes as Jon made us something to drink. "It is nice," I said. I turned my head and nuzzled his hair. "It's good to share it with you." We stood there, feeling the warmth of our bodies in the sun. It was a good feeling, a calm feeling. "Here boys," Jon said, interrupting our quiet moment. He held two martini glasses, filled with a crisp Manhattan. We each took one, and took a sip. "Good?" he asked me. "Yeah. Very good." I noticed he didn't have a drink. "But what about you?" "I've got better things for the moment." When I noticed how Jon was focused on Seth's ass, I knew exactly what he had in mind. "Seth," he said, quickly getting the boy's attention. "Turn around. Hands on the glass, feet spread, and your ass up." I had heard that tone of voice many times before. It wasn't loud, but it was delivered with the perfect note of confidence. I found myself momentarily jealous of Seth again. I wanted to feel Jon's tongue against my hole. Seth took a big gulp of his cocktail, then handed it to me. He shuffled into position, tilted his ass up, and took a quick, nervous look back. I realized that he didn't know what to expect. Jon got down on his knees, kneeling right in front of Seth's ass, making it very clear what he wanted. Seth's body tightened; it was hard to tell if in pleasure or fear. Jon paused for a moment, then moved in for the kill. I watched Jon's tongue home in on Seth's abused hole, flick around the rim, before pressing into the boy. For a second, there was nothing. Nothing but silence. And then, the moan began. It was deep, gutteral, animal. It was the cry of a boy just realizing how much he had given up by not barebacking earlier. It was the grunt of a man who had just found out how pleasure his hole could bring. It was the scream of freedom from the slut who has realized what he can do. "Please," the young man finally managed to articulate. "The cum. Let me keep it." "Don't worry," I said. I held the cocktail in front of Seth. He took another big swig from the glass. "There's plenty more where it came from." My cock was already hard again and eager for a chance to get back in. "You'll get every drop coming to you," Jon said, interrupting the ass licking just long enough to speak. It gave Seth a chance to breathe, before Jon went back to his hole. The boy moaned in pleasure, squirming, trying to push himself back on Jon's relentless tongue. "Please," Seth moaned. It wasn't clear what he was begging for, nor did it matter. I was having too much fun watching Jon play with his quarry. Like a cat with a mouse, he was teasing Seth. Seth thought it was just some mature, adult fun. But there was a darker purpose, and Jon's rimming kept Seth on edge and ready to accept just about anything. "Of course boy," Jon said. He was rubbing his beard against Seth's hole, eliciting more squirms and moans. Seth reached down and grabbed his cock; the thick shaft was once more hard, and there was a bead of precum at the tip. Jon let Seth stroke his shaft a few times, before he reached out and grabbed his hand. "Not yet," Jon said. "Time for you to cum is later." "Fuck. You're evil," Seth said. He struggled for a moment against Jon's relentless grip, before giving up. "Fucking evil." "I know," Jon said. "Give him a bit more of the drink," he continued. I held the drink out under Seth's mouth again, and he took a big sip. "That's Jon for you. He looks quiet and innocent," I said. "But he's evil. Darker than you'd expect." My own dick throbbed when I thought about our plans for Seth. Even though I had already shot my load in him, that one load was barely enough to do the deed. Seth needed more poz cum. More infected cum from me, more toxic seed from Jon, more dirty semen from Jean-Paul, and most of all, more deadly jizz from men he barely knew. "I'm learning about him," Seth said. I laughed. "If you only knew," I said quietly, barely loud enough for me to hear, much less Seth. "You want a taste?" Jon asked. "Damn fine hole here." Jon was not just a talented rimmer. He was also a connoisseur of hole. If he said it was good, it was superb. I wasn't going to pass up a chance like this. "Hell yeah," I said. I put the glasses on a nearby table, and knelt down behind Seth, next to Jon. "My turn," I said, gently pushing Jon away and exposing Seth's wet hole to the air. "All yours, boy," Jon said. He placed his hand on the back of my head, and gently pressed me into Seth's cheeks. I didn't bother with any foreplay, and went in for the kill. His hole just barely resisted, then gave up some of the precious semen that it had collected. I could taste the familiar taste of Jon's cum and JP's seed, plus my own. Even just a few hours into Seth's bareback explorations, he had a fine collection of seed. "See what I mean," Jon asked as I pressed my tongue into the boy's hole. "Hell yeah," I said. "I could be here for hours." My tongue found another pocket of semen in Seth's hole. The combination of flavors was an intoxicating mixture of salt and illness, sugar and death. I wanted to lick it all up, but had to resist. The most important flavors, the taste of illness and death, had to remain inside Jon in order for them to do their dark deeds. "I know," Jon said. "But I think there are other things that Seth wants more." "Cock," Seth moaned. "More dick. More cum." "You heard the boy," Jon said. "Gotta give him what he needs."

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Part 4: showtime Recap: Abel was a good boy with no real ambition, but his boss at the local pool slowly transformed him into a go-getter with an amazing body. This attracted trouble, so after his girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend, he went to visit his old boss who is now a coach at a university. They spent the week ignoring their desires, but now they have been partying with some guys, and Abel thinks the coach might have seen him and the dealer jerking off together in the guest room upstairs. Right now he is happy to pretend it didn’t happen while the guys take turns posing and being judged by one another, to see if they agree on who is hottest. Now… Part 4: Westy looked amazing in the briefs that were at least one size too small for him. His hard cock pushed the crotch out as he flexed his large tan arms, and made his massive hairy pecs dance. Abel could feel himself getting hornier and hornier, but his cock was staying soft. When Westy sat down, each of the guys wrote his score out of ten on a scrap of paper and tossed it in a Ziploc marked “Westy” on the side. Next was Eddie. Abel had barely a chance to speak to Eddie before now, but seeing what the wrestling coach looked like in a pair of white calvin kleins made him much more motivated. With dark hair, olive skin, a goatee and a dusting of hair across his chest and down towards his crotch, he personified masculine energy. At first he kept his back to the others, posing and flexing his back, legs and butt, which almost burst from the undies he borrowed from Mike, even though the two men were the same height. Abe was almost drool over the round ass, picturing his cock sliding between the cheeks and piercing the hole, the same way he had with Lane when he took her anal virginity. He tried putting a female face on the body but only seemed to get a reaction from his cock when he went ahead and pictured Eddie instead. Still his cock wouldn’t get hard, even when Eddie turned around and everyone gasped at the clearly defined outline of what looked like a soda can, but was clearly his uncut cock. It wasn’t too long in its semi-hard state, but it definitely had enough length to be intimidating, especially combined with the girth! Third was Chris, and damn was the 19 year old swimmer gorgeous. As he flexed and posed, Abel was reminded of the statue of David, only David wasn’t stroking his hard cock in his BVDs for everyone to see. When Abel saw the brand of undies on the boy, not to mention how loose they were, it dawned on him that they were no pair of his. A jolt of hormones surged through him when it dawned on him that these were the same pair Westy had traded him for earlier that same evening, right after sucking the teen’s cock and promising to fuck his ass later. The realization got him so hot he was sure his cock would be at full attention, but uncrossing his legs, he found nothing but a flaccid cock and two extremely full balls. Now it was beginning to worry him that he wasn’t able to get it up at all. The word ‘impotent’ floated through his mind as Chris finished up, making him so distracted he missed the fact that Dirk, Westy and Eddie all took a squeeze of his dick before he sat down. Mike was about to go next, when Dirk’s phone went off and he announced that he had to run a few blocks down and make a sale to a friend but he’d be right back. Chris, who’d been his ride, was so drunk and tweaked there was no way he could drive, so Eddie kindly offered instead. As they got dressed, Abel followed Mike to the bar and pulled him quietly aside. After a few awkward attempts to broach the subject, they were interrupted by Eddie and Dirk promising to be right back, and making them all promise to wait until they returned before continuing the show. Everyone swore to hold off, but it was clear that Westy had something else in mind all together. As soon as they heard the front door shut, Abel again began to explain to a very confused Mike, when the Hairy football coach and the swimmer boy called over and asked if the hottub in the backyard was working. “What hottub?” Abel asked, totally clueless. He’d been at the house for nearly a week and as far as he could tell the only thing in the backyard was an old potting shed and some crudely made soccer nets. “It’s just past the shed,” Mike told him, before heading over to the other two guys. “Why don’t you guys go turn it on and get it going, Abel and I will get towels and grab some fresh drinks and meet u out there in a few.” “Don’t come out too quick,” Westy called back to them as he led the inebriated college boy up the stairs and outside. “It will take a while to heat up.” “Lemme guess,” Mike said, not even pretending to do what he promised. Instead he grabbed a couple cups from the bar, mixed three liquids in each and motioned for Abel to follow him upstairs as he continued talking. “You’re freaking out cause you were hard as a rock before when you didn’t want to be, and now your dick won’t grow at all no matter what right?” “Uh, no, man I don’t—know…yeah I guess,” Abel gave in and admitted his mentor was right. How the blonde athletic man-god could possibly know what he was avoiding coming out and saying, was beyond the teen, but he didn’t question Mike’s knowledge anymore, he was finally coming to accept it as fact and move on. “No big deal man,” handing Abel one of the cups as they ascended to the second floor, Mike clearly wanted his bud to drink up, which seemed contrary to getting it up, but the younger male did as instructed and began taking swallows from the solo cup. “Happens to the best of us when we do Tina. Some dudes call it Tina dick. Wouldn’t be a big deal if you were just planning on hanging out with some dudes tonight, but you’re worried you’ll look puny when we resume the contest once Dirk and Eddie get back, am I right?” “What can I do Mike?” Abel asked his good friend, sometime mentor, and new party buddy with such sincerity that the blonde college professor almost felt bad about what he was about to do…Almost. “Two options dude,” Followed by the innocent teen boy, Mike explained what he could do as they walked into Mike’s bedroom through to the bathroom door. He unlocked it as he continued to explain. “One, you drop out of the contest unless you can jerk yourself hard in the next few minutes.” “I tried and it won’t work! Plus if I drop out the other guys will think I am fucking pussy.” Abel was more adamant that Mike had ever seen him before. “Listen to number two and you can see if it is worth trying. Being a fucking pussy might be preferable.” Mike looked at his pal and waited for the boy to calm down enough to nod okay. “The second option is a little blue pill and some focused pressure point massage that will relax the area and bring the blood in.” “Little blue…you mean a hard-on pill?” Abe’s eyes went wide at the thought. “Yeah, but it won’t work alone.” Mike hadn’t been sure he would try this until just a few minutes ago. Usually he did this with girls he partied with, but for some reason he felt the need to use the line on Abel too. “we’ll have to make your prostate relaxed by massaging it with something while you jack off. I’ve done it a couple times with the shower wand over there and it always makes me hard again.” “Prostate massage,” this stopped the boy dead in his tracks. As much as he didn’t want the other dudes to think he was a fucking pussy, it was preferable to being fucked like one, even if it was by a medal wand about the size of an uncooked hot dog. “It’s up to you,” Mike said, turning on the water in the shower, which Abel now realized was actually four shower heads. Looking around, he took in the fact that the “master bedroom” was connected not to your standard master bath, but to what looked like a small locker room. Back by the door was a row of three sinks, followed by a toilet that at one point had probably been in a stall but was now enclosed in a cozy closet-like enclosure for more privacy. Next there was a small wall troff before the break in the tile opened into the shower area, which was none too big but had four shower heads and an opening on the other side which showed a wood bench and some lockers which were repainted and labed with words like “towels” “toilet supplies” “plumbing” “cleaning supplies” etc. “If you decide to back down, I will tell the guys you felt ill and they never need to know.” “Uh thanks….What the hell is this place?” Abel asked, ignoring the fact he still had his shorts and briefs on and walking through the shower spray to check out the other side. “Oh, I told you this was the old hq for the foreign student alliance?” Abel nodded yes, continuing to look around the other end, where there was a professional scale for athletes, and a small wood room that Abel assumed was a sauna. “Before it was an alliance, they tried to make it into a full fledged frat, so this was the bathroom for the three bedrooms on this floor that could house 6 guys each in bunk beds. That door beyond the sauna leads out to my office.” “This is crazy man, all of it.” Abel sat on the bench and squeezed some water from his bball shorts, wondering what he should do. “Can I think about it for a little while?” “Don’t take too long,” Mike said, trying to hide his disappointment. “I’m gonna leave the Viagra on the counter over here, with some soap that you can use to lube up the wand if you want. Meantime, I’ll take the towels out to the other guys. I know you’ll make the brave decision, whatever it is. That’s still what I admire most about you.” As Mike laid out the pill and the soap, Abel finished his drink and watched the handsome man take some towels and head out. He couldn’t tell if it was the booze or the tina or what, but seeing the round, bronze ass walking away in a slightly damp pair of calvin kleins stirred a desire in Abel. Not a sexual desire, but one to please the man who’d done so much for him. Standing up, he walked over to the counter, put the pill in his mouth and downed the rest of his drink. His hands were shaking as he pulled off his clothes, and willed his cock to get hard with no luck. A minute or two of futile stroking passed before he gave in, grabbed the soap and stepped under the water. He cleaned himself thoroughly from head to toe but he decided he’d better get down to business when he felt the alcohol from his last drink kick in. The world got slightly fuzzy as he rubbed soap up and down the metal shaft in his hand, and the sensation took him back the bedroom, when he’d seen and touched his first pierced dick. Come to think of it, it was the first dick other than his own that he ever touched. But the first man cock he’d ever seen was still Mike’s. He closed his eyes and recalled Mike’s perfect body that first day in the pool locker room. Probing the metal wand between his spread ass cheeks, he bent over until he felt the end of it rub across his butt hole. He pictured Lane, hoping it would make it easier, but as the wand slid in, his mind wandered back to Mike and that first encounter. He grimaced through the first few inches, but then began swirling the end around, hoping to hit the prostate as he imagined it should be easy to find. Minutes passed and the wand was now all the way inside him and still he couldn’t figure out where it would do the trick. Squeezing the tube that connected it to the wall faucet he accidentally hit the button on it and his eyes rocketed open as some water did the same thing, but through the wand and into his ass. Pulling on the wand was doing no good, since his ass gripped down hard at the shock, and had the release firmly stuck between his cheeks. As he felt his belly begin to swell, he dawned on the idea that he could just turn off the water, and he quickly turned both knobs until the water stopped. Once his butt relaxed, the wand came out on its own, and Abel danced over to the toilet and released the liquid from his ass. Mortified, he returned to the shower and turned it back on so he could clean himself off, and was shocked when he looked down and his cock was semi-hard. Closing his eyes under the shower, he stroked and let any image he could find float through his consciousness. Before long he was settled on the image of westy swallowing Chris’ cock from earlier, but the faces kept changing to fit him into the scenario. As hot as the image was, his cock wasn’t responding, so Abel took a deep breath, turned the wand on low water pressure and inserted just the tip. His cock responded slowly, but soon he felt the need to return to the toilet and had to release the wand, this time without turning off the water, and ran back to the john. Had he looked at his ass, he might have realized it was now pristine, but he was too busy running back to the shower to try again. So busy in fact, that he almost knocked Mike over on the way in. “Whoa bro, you okay?” Mike helped Abel to his feet and walked him over to the bench by the locker storage. “Guess you decided to try the wand, how’d it work?” “I fucked it up Mike,” Abe laid his head back and covered his face with the towel Mike handed him. One leg on either side of the bench, he looked helpless and naïve, just like the day the two of them met. “I cant find my…thing down there to get me hard. Instead I ended up giving myself an enema accidentally and shot lake Michigan up my ass before I turned it off. I better bow out bro.” Abe’s description had them both chuckling, which turned into full on laughter when Mike tossed in a high pitched laugh followed by “wipeout.” Once the laughter subsided, Mike had straddled the bench as well and was running his hands up and down Abel’s thighs. “I think you just need a little help. Do you trust me?” Mike’s voice was soft and deep now, like when he was whispering team strategies at the meets. Abel wanted to sit up and interact with him, but he was finally relaxed, and he was so high and the thigh massage felt so good, that all he could do was keep the towel over his face and sigh. “Good, don’t move.” Abel heard Mike walk over to the door and turn the lock, then the sound of something being taken from one of the lockers and a light switch being turned off. Suddenly Mike was back on the bench, sliding his own thighs under Abel’s and spreading them up and apart enough that a rush of air blew across the boy’s hole. He sucked in some air when a cool sensation hit his asshole, but relaxed and exhaled as he felt something spreading lube around the hole, working it until something the size of the wand, but warm and soft, pierced Abel’s ass and sunk in a few inches. The towel lifted away and Abel saw that all but the light over this sink was out, and Mike was holding out a tina pipe and torch to him, telling him to take a huge hit. Turning his head to the side, since he couldn’t sit up, Abel melted the rocks in the pipe and sucked in as much smoke as he could until he felt like he’d explode. Unable to breathe in more, he exhaled and began to couch, making his hole spasm, allowing another object like the last one to join inside his ass, and even a third one by the time his coughing stopped. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, catching his breathe, when the objects in his ass bent up and started thrusting slowly back and forth, hitting something on each in and out that sent electric shocks up Abel’s spine. The tina began to wake him up some more, and when he got enough strength to tighten his abs and sit up a little he was shocked to see Mike stroking his thick hard penis in one hand while three of his fingers on the other hand were fucking Abel’s ass. “stop Mike, don’t” Abel began to pull away, but he had no leverage in the position he was in. All he could do is work his abs and try to push off the ground with his arms, which were just long enough to reach, but slide, on the wet tile floor under the bench. Turning to move his arms across his body, he stopped in mid motion when Mike stopped stroking his own dick and began stroking Abel’s instead. The teen’s cock was rapidly hardening and it took only three strokes for it to finally get hard. Giving in physically, Abel began to moan and grunt in between feeble objections. “Time’s up Abel,” The blonde man stopped stroking his young prey and bent his cock down to where his fingers were sliding free from the virgin ass. “I know this is wrong, but I don’t give a fuck. I can’t help what I’m about to do, so you might as well try and enjoy it.” With that final warning, Mike pressed forward with his strong thighs and pulled Abel’s butt back against him. A soft scream erupted from the mouth of the man being penetrated, but quickly his mouth was covered by the mouth of the man raping him. Mike thrust his cock into the sweet, tight ass, and thrust his tongue into the sweet pretty mouth, filling both with no mercy or regret. Abel’s arms pushed with all the strength he could muster, trying to dislodge the Adonis inside him, until the long thick cut dick hit something in Abel and he whimpered and pulled the man closer. “I knew you’d be this good Abel.” The blonde said as he pulled back to an upright seated position, and began banging the ass harder. “I’ve only done this with a few guys, and all of them were homos or at least bi, but somehow I knew I could have you, because I made you. If anyone should get to feel my dick mark them as my territory, it should be you. You chose this the day you chose me over Will back at the pool, and now you’re getting what you deserve.” Abel listened and grunted, trying his damnedest not to reach out and stroke his dick while his mentor raped his ass. He was horrified and horny. Disgusted and delighted. Repulsed but ravenous. His mind was screaming for him to stop, but his body was begging for it never to end. This was as good as anytime with Lane, even as good as the first time, when he felt complete finally after years of aching for something only she could give him. He understood why he hadn’t cheated or messed around with anyone else. It was because he needed someone who would fill a need in him. The need to be seen as worthy, wanted and wicked. Mike was the first person who’d ever made him feel like he could be more, so it seemed only fair that he give more of himself to Mike. “Am I everything you imagined?” Abel was surprised at the sound of his own voice. His hands clawed at Mike’s arms and back as he asked the questions. “Am I as perfect as you wanted me to be? After I did all of this for you, have I become the perfect protégé in every way?” “Fuck yes you have Abel.” Mike was pounding harder now and Abel’s legs were locked around his waist. “I owe everything to you,” Abel was bent practically in half now as Mike stood and pressed his legs back toward his head and fucked him balls deep, in and out, all the way on every stroke. “Everything I’ve done, everything I can do, you gave to me. My confidence, my body, my mind. So it’s all yours. Take it all. Use me for anything and everything you want, and it still won’t be enough to repay you.” “You mean it? You’re mine whenever and where ever I want you?” “Like you said, you made me, so I’m yours to do with as you please.” “You want this” “I want to make you happy” “You’re going to make me cum” “I need anything you can give.” “I’m gonna give you a load of cum up your ass Abel.” “Thank you Mike” “Im getting close…” “Thank you.” “I’m—fuck—I’m fucking gonna….gonna fucking CUM! I’m CUMMING!” Abel felt nothing but a deep need to take every iota of energy Mike was giving him. Everything Mike had given him before allowed him to go from being nobody to having everything, and now he was giving Mike everything he had to be the man Mike wanted him to be. As Mike’s hand reached out and stroked the teen’s cock, Abel got another thing from his mentor, the best orgasm of his life. He covered them both in his cum while Mike coated his insides in it. When Abel came to, he was alone on the wood bench in only his briefs. Walking over to the door, he wondered if he dreamt the whole thing until he saw the message in the glass door on the sauna: “I’ve given you the last thing you’ll need to win!” Reaching back, Abel felt the warm wet cum leaking into the seat of his briefs and reached to put on his shorts. At the last second he stopped, smiled and headed down the stairs to meet the rest of the guys. He was guaranteed to win the competition now that he knew what he was capable of. Only question is who would be the first to fuck him once he’d won? Should there be a Part 5??

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Love the idea of a cumdump network! Want to be part of it. Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Slut Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): text to (323) 371-4398 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Near Crescent Heights Blvd. & Santa Monica Blvd. in West Hollywood, CA 90046 Times you're generally not available: Usually available 24/7 Age: 47 Height:5'-10" Weight: 160 lbs. (smooth, athletic) Ethnicity: Caucasian