Leaderboard

Dad’s Basement Part Nineteen. The light slowly was filtered out by the trees and growth. It wasn’t as dark as the room we were, but it was dark. I could see men walking around a head in the woods, as well as them sucking and fucking. Was fucking hot. We moved deeper and deeper along the trail, until we came to a small clearing. I watched Dad approach a man, he was tall and skinny. Dad reached out and hooked his hand around the man’s head and guided his head until they were close enough to kiss. Without thinking my hand went to my cock and slowly started to stroke it. Dad and the skinny man, were locked in a deep kiss and I knew their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. Their hands were exploring each other’s bodies and eventually were holding and stoking the other man’s hard cocks. “Knew I would find you out here Brent” Dad said, “you know I was looking for you” “Knew you would find me out here too,” Brent said, “Who’s the kid?” “Believe it or not, he’s my son, biological son.” “His ass game? Want us to poz him and bring him over to our team” “I took care of that myself, me and a hand full of guys from the basement, but he took my cock and strain first” “Damn, that’s fucking hot Drew, I want some of that cock and boy pussy” “I get you first, it’s been too long since you and I flipped fucked” “Let’s head to your cabin Drew, I want to pump my A.I.D.S load into your hole” “Went full blown huh?” “Yeah about a month ago, let’s get to your cabin and have a little fuck party with the boy” “Come on you two let’s go” Dad said, leading the way out of the woods. I didn’t even protest I just followed Dad and Brent. They were a head of me, talking away. I watched both their asses as they walked, keeping my cock hard. We passed all types of men, old, young, smooth hairy, and the list goes on and on. One thing they had in common was their cocks, all of them were hard. I saw men sucking and fucking all out in the open, not ashamed of the obscene act that they were performing. We arrived at the cabin and went in, Dad and Brent started kissing again. I stood back and watched. It was so hot seeing my Dad kiss another man, both of their cocks were hard. Even without getting an invite from either one, I dropped to my knees, taking Dad’s cock in my mouth and Brent’s cock in hand. I sucked Dad for a minute or so, then switched to Brent. I did this over and over as they kissed. They pulled me up and I joined their kiss. I felt their hands rub my back and make their way to my hole. They stuck their fingers into it, finger fucking my hole at different rhythms. I could hear the sloppiness of my cum filled hole. “Hot sloppy hole boy” Brent said. Dad pulled Brent to the bed with him, he laid back on the bed and lifted his legs in the air, exposing his hole. Brent rubbed his cock up and down Dad’s hairy hole, then pushed in deep. “I missed this hole Drew” Brent said “always the best I have had” I watched as Brent pulled out, then drove his cock deep in Dad’s hole. Brent’s balls were swinging with each pump in and out. “You just going to watch Son or join in?” Dad asked me. I jumped, breaking the hypnotic stare I had on Brent’s cock. I moved behind Brent and dropped down. I sat in between Brent’s legs with my back against the bed. I could see his cock sliding in Dad’s ass. I ran my tongue along the bottom of Brent’s cock, tasting my Dad’s ass juice and the cum that was coating Brent’s cock. I would hit Dad’s hole every now and then causing him to moan. I heard the cabin door open, but didn’t care who came in. “This a private party or can anyone join in” “The more the merrier” Dad said. The man moved behind Brent, lining his cock up with Brent’s hole. As Brent pulled out of my Dad’s ass, he slide back on the new cock. I moved a little and started to tongue the new cock and Brent’s hole. “That’s it boy, wet my cock” the man said. I watched him push into Brent, driving Brent’s cock deep into Dad. Cum squirted out of Brent’s ass as the man pulled out. I was lucky enough to have my mouth under his ass and have it land in my mouth. I crawled out from under the men, and moved one the bed. I sat on my Dad’s face. He instantly started to tongue my ass, as I bent forward and took his cock in my mouth. I heard the door open again and felt someone climb on the bed. I was too engrossed in Dad’s cock to see who it was. He moved until he was kneeling at the top of Dad’s head. “Fuck my son” Dad said The new man moved forward, pushing his cock against my hole. It easily slid into me. I just kept sucking Dad’s cock. I could feel Dad’s tongue licking my hole. The cock inside me felt so good and I knew Dad was enjoying Brent’s cock because he was leaking a massive amount of pre-cum. “Got an audience at the windows Drew” Brent said, still sliding his dick in Dad and his hole on the other cock. “Get them in here Brent” Dad said muffled under me. Brent motioned for the men to enter. I looked up to see about six more men enter the cabin and start sucking each other. It wasn't long until they were fucking as well. The man behind Brent pulled out and moved to where the man was fucking me. “Trade” he said. The cock pulled out of me and was replaced with the man’s cock. Brent was soon penetrated by the new cock and the fucking continued. My cock was leaking pre-cum all over Dad’s neck and furry chest. The room began to smell like sex as chorus of moans and groans filled the air. Men were switching partners over and over. I pulled off of the man up my hole and turned and sat on Dad’s cock. Brent’s cock was still pumping Dad’s hole, but his top had moved on. “That’s it son, sit on Daddy’s cock” “Is he really your son” someone asked “Fuck yeah, he’s on the cock that made him” Dad said, “and the cock that pozzed him” “Oh that’s fucking hot” I started to bounce on Dad’s cock as he ran his hands all over my body. I could feel Brent’s chest against my back, his sweat mixing with mine. He reached around and started to pinch and tug on my nipples. My cock bounced off Dad’s stomach. A man came and sat on Dad’s face, giving Dad the chance to eat out his hole. Brent leaned in close and whispered in my ear “Change places with me” I just grinned.

Thanks guys, I am appreciating the comments, keep them coming. Enjoy: Part: 3 I got back home my phone buzzed. It was the app, a notification. The top had rated me, I opened the app and saw my review. 4.5 out of 5 stars. “Good hole, made a bit of noise but was able to take dick well once he settled in.” The review had been added to my profile. I got another notification. “Congrats on getting your first load/review. Tops can rate bottoms, but bottoms cannot rate tops. We only offer our tops the best bottoms so you must maintain a 4.0-star review to continue with the service. Have fun.” Well, I am going to have to make sure I keep my star rating up. I had a few errands to run for the day and got dressed. I left the load inside me, made me feel sluttier. I threw on some basketball shorts, with a jockstrap underneath and a t-shirt. I headed off to Home Depot as I needed a few things for a couple projects around the house I promised the wife to get to before she got back from her mom’s house. Pulled into the parking lot and walked into Home Depot. A lot of working men, I started getting horny again thinking of the load already in my ass. Would the app work here? It was worth a try. I opened the app and hit search, two minutes later I got this message: “Go to the Home Depot restroom, last stall, wait there door unlocked, 5 min.” I hit accept and scanned the store for the restroom sign, spotted it towards the back. This was exciting. I had never before actually had sex in public. I stepped into the bathroom and headed towards the handicap stall at the end. I stepped in and left the door unlocked. Someone walked in a minute after me, I held my breath. The guy walked towards my stall but took a left at the urinal. Damn, not my guy. He finished his business, washed his hands and left. Moments after, the door opened again. I could see work boots under the stall. The door opened and there was a contractor, a total daddy type. He stepped in and closed the door behind himself. I immediately got on my knees and pulled his cock out. I swallowed him whole I didn’t want to get docked on my star rating. He wasn’t that big but it was a decent six inches. Very musky, fucking hot. I loved it. After a minute or so I got to my feet, bent over, held onto the handicap bar and presented my ass. Without a word he got behind me and slipped right in. “Fucking nice pussy, already fucked. I like it. Love a pre-lubbed hole.” He started pounding into my hole, my shorts around my ankles. I sniffed my poppers and opened up, I was flying high, fucking loved it. Then the door opened, the top slowed his pace but didn’t pull out. He shushed me. I held my breath. A guy walked in and took a piss, then walked out. The top went back to slamming my hole. “I’m gonna bust bitch, take this load you slut.” And with three pumps I could feel him unloading in my ass. He finished draining his dick and pulled out, pulled up his pants and left. Fuck that was hot. I pulled up my shorts and left as well. I spotted him in the store a few times as a I grabbed my stuff, we even locked eyes, and when nobody was looking he grabbed his bulge - just for my benefit. When I got back to my car I checked the app, got another review: 5 stars “good pussy to breed,” was all it said.

2. Jay "I'm sorry," I said again. "I mean. You're not gay. I'm not gay." I had kissed this guy that I barely knew. I was terrified of what I had done. "Uh," I stammered for a moment, trying to read Rod's face in the dark back seat of the car. "It's cool," Rod said. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine again. This time I tried to relax. It was him initiating it, not me. And it didn't mean I was gay. We were just playing around. But it was hard to deny the way his kiss affected me. My dick was rock hard and leaking, and I wanted him to never stop kissing me. "Is that good?" he asked. I nodded, not able to think about anything other than this man who had started to make out with me. He reminded me a bit of some of my friend's dads. The ones I was a bit wary of, because I didn't want to know them too well. Like as well as I was starting to know Rod. Before I could say anything more, Rod continued. "You're not the first guy I've kissed. And besides, you're super cute." It was the permission I needed to exhale. It had felt like hours, but it was probably less than a minute. In that time, I had kissed another man and then he had kissed me back. It had felt amazing. In my drug-fueled state, I didn't care so much that it was with another man. I just liked the feeling of connection with another human. Rod leaned back in. "You're fun to kiss as well." Our lips met again. This time, Rod pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored, before pulling back away from me. "What do you want to do, Jay?" Rod asked. He was naturally stern, but there was a genuine concern that was still present. "You need to be honest. With me, but also yourself." "I know," I said. I understood what he was asking. I also knew what I wanted to say; what I wanted to do. "I wanna make out with you. I want to feel your hands on me." There was no reaction from Rod, but I was scared again. I decided the smartest thing was to be quiet, so I shut up. "Good answer," Rod said. He wrapped an arm around me, and pulled him close to him. Our bodies pressed together, almost as tightly as our lips were pressed against each other. But it felt totally natural, like this was how two men were supposed to get to know each other. "Very good answer indeed," he continued, as his tongue explored my mouth again. Mercifully trapped in my shorts, my dick was hard. I knew there was a wet spot where the head strained against the fabric of my underwear. I didn't want to have to explain that to either Aiden or Rod. "You want to join us?" Rod asked Aiden. I had forgotten about Aiden. Now I felt bad; I had been making out with Rod, not even knowing how Aiden would react. I had no idea if it was revulsion or interest. I broke off the kiss long enough to turn my head. Aiden was watching us, but the smile was of genuine pleasure. "Not yet. You guys are having fun, and I'm enjoying watching you. Besides, we're almost there." I looked out the window. All I knew was that we were in the busy Hollywood downtown area. Even at nearly two AM in the morning, the streets were still busy with cars, and people were standing around the doors to restaurants and clubs. I tried my best to sit back up, and adjust my shirt. Rod had run his hand over my chest and down my stomach, messing up my t-shirt. He had gotten down to my crotch, and rubbed my dick just enough to feel how hard I was. "You're like me," he said, but didn't elaborate. In the dim light of the back seat, it was hard to tell if he also had a boner. We pulled into a hotel entrance. I was glad I had taken care of my t-shirt, because quickly a doorman and a valet came up. "Mr. Aiden," the valet said. "Good to see you again." Aiden handed him the keys, and stuck the ticket carefully into his wallet. It was already fat with cash; I tried not to stare as I exited the car. Rod was right behind me. Rod was almost too close behind me. Two hours ago, his closeness would have bothered me a lot. But after the past few minutes, I wasn't sure what it meant to me. It felt good to have a man like him so close to me, and it made me feel simultaneously safe and excited at the same time. I just wondered what the valet thought, but then realized he probably didn't even notice his clients. "This way," Aiden said, leading us through the front doors and directly to the elevators. He knew his way around the hotel, as evidenced both by the familiarity the valet had with him and his own familiarity with the floor plan. It was not long before all three of us were in an elevator, heading upwards. As soon as the doors closed, Rod pushed me against the wall, and started to kiss me again. He pressed his body against me. He was a little shorter than me, maybe about four inches shorter. He craned his head, and I bent over. It felt a bit strange to tower over him, even as he was being the dominant one. But, at the same time, his small stature only accentuated the seeming power he had over me. As his tongue pressed into me, I felt the sensation of his dick pressing against my thigh. Like me, he was stiff and hard. He had said I wasn't the first man he had kissed. I realized that he had probably made out with a lot of men. And he had fucked many of them. It was a disquieting realization, and I hesitated for a moment. But then his tongue ran against my teeth, and the insistent pleasurable sensations overwhelmed my head again. "Glad to see you like each other," Aiden said. "Bet you want some time to explore, don't you?" "Oh yeah," Rod said. "There's a lot for us to explore." "As long as you leave some for all of us," Aiden said. I had hoped he would explain what he meant, but the elevator dinged and the door slid open. We were on the 12th floor, not the top, but a respectable height. "Almost there, men," Aiden said. To our left was only one suite, and that was the direction Aiden turned. "Ready?" Rod asked. "I think I am," I said. "Not sure what to expect." "Pleasure," Rod said. "Expect pleasure. And fun. Lots of fun." "I hope so," I said. I gave Rod one last peck on the forehead, then he and I grabbed hands and walked out of the elevator. There was a tall black man at the door to the suite. From behind the door, there was some laughing and deep house music." "Here for Edward's party," Aiden said. "Oh, don't worry. I know you, Aiden Wolfe. You're welcome any time." He opened the door. The music was louder, but not by much. Most of it was a thumping base, enough to shake my body. Inside, I saw a number of men, ranging from guys just about my age to older dad types. I didn't see any women, but that didn't seem like a problem. All of the men were uniformly in-shape and good looking. Aiden had already disappeared into the crowd, but Rod was pulling me deeper into the tangle of men. Once we were in the thick of it, he turned around. "What do you think of it?" he asked me. "It's," I searched for the right word. "Interesting. I'm not as hot as these guys though." He leaned in and kissed me again. No one seemed to notice. "No. You are," he said, as he broke off the kiss. "Let's go to the balcony. It's a bit quieter." He took my hand, and guided me through the crowd of men. The room wasn't as big as I first thought, and although I originally thought it was a crowd, by the time we got to the balcony doors, I realized it was only about thirty or forty people. "This way," he continued. Out on the patio, we were alone. We faced downtown with the city laid out before us. It was like a scene from a movie, and if I looked down, I could see the busy street, while further away, all I could see were the street lights. Above us, airplanes made lazy circles on final approach to the airport. "Looks like it's just the two of us out here," I said. "Yeah," Rod said. "How are you feeling?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "Still horny?" Rod asked. He ran his hand over my chest again, dropping down to my stomach, and then to my crotch. I knew he could feel my erection. There was no point in lying to him. "Yeah. I am," I said. "I need to get off or something." I had turned to face him. He was smiling, and chuckled a bit. "Or something," he continued. There was a knowing smile on his face. He leaned in, and craned his neck up to meet my lips again. I didn't resist his approach. I didn't want to resist it. Even in the dim light of the balcony, it was clear just how handsome he was. Not only that, he also had years of experience on me. He would know what to do. He broke off the kiss. "Tell me when to stop," he said. "Don't stop," I said, as he put his hands under my t-shirt again, running his fingers through the light fuzz on my chest, and easily finding my nipples. I gasped in pleasure. "Please," I continued. "Don't stop." "Of course not, my boy," Rod said. Carefully, he lifted my shirt up and over my head, taking care not to disturb my glasses. He made it seem so casual and easy that I almost didn't realize he was starting to work on my belt. Another kiss, and I was distracted long enough for him to unfasten it and release the button on my jeans. They fell around my ankles, leaving me wearing only a pair of white briefs, now far too small to contain my erect penis and heavy balls. "What about the others," I asked. Even though it was a warm night, I shivered slightly under Rod's touch. I had never been naked like this before, and felt utterly exposed. "Don't worry about them," Rod said. He ran his hand over the bulge in my underwear. I was afraid I was going to cum just from his slight touch. "Just enjoy yourself." "Ok," I said, the goosebumps still covering my body. It was hard to tell which emotion was stronger: fear or excitement. "You're shivering," Rod said. He pulled off his own shirt, and added it to the small pile accumulating next to us. "Here," he said, pulling me against his body. His skin was warm, almost hot, against my skin. There was little more muscle and bone on his body. It was a totally different feeling from the girls I had played with; they had been soft and delicate and Rod was hard and strong. "So warm," I said. Sex with Rod was going to be rough, intense, and demanding. "Fuck," I muttered, as I pressed my body up against him. Less than two hours ago, I was flirting with a hot Asian girl, not even thinking about men. Now I was contemplating sex with a man I barely knew, and my dick was hard at the suggestion. "Yeah?" Rod asked. He ran his hands over my bare back, working his way down. His target was my ass; it seemed like the most natural thing for him to do. "You doing ok?" "Yeah," I said. "Just," I stammered. "This is all new to me." "It's new to everyone once. Just relax. And enjoy it." He slipped his hand under the waistband, and grabbed one of my ass cheeks. "I'm enjoying it." He pressed his crotch against my leg, and I could feel his hardness. He ran his free hand back over my bulge. "I think you are enjoying it as well." I was silent for a second, wondering what to say. I finally went with the complete and difficult truth. "Yeah," I said, "I am enjoying it." Before I could say anything more, he leaned in and kissed me, pushing his tongue back into my mouth. I let myself relax and enjoy it. It wasn't hard; Rod was a skilled kisser. He knew when to be tender and slow, and when to be more forceful and take what he deserved. This was one of the latter, as he pushed my tongue out of the way and explored my mouth. "I know. Not to first boy I've broken in." I was momentarily grateful for Rod's experience. He knew what to do, how to make it feel good for both of us. It was going to be hard to refuse him anything. I was feeling warm and tingly from his touch, feeling generous with my body and wanting to use it to please him. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but strangely familiar. It was a part of myself I had never experienced, but still very much me. If I was honest with myself, everything I was doing that day was easy to understand. It was the part of me that took furtive glances in the locker room. It was the part of me that wanted to feel Rod's shaft in my hands. It was the part of me that wanted Rod inside me. But, I didn't want to understand. Understanding meant that I had to think about it and work through all the possible options. I didn't want to have to use my brain at all. My cock knew what it wanted, and it was far simpler to follow its simple, infinitely pleasurable commands than to create elaborate yet ultimately unsatisfactory self-delusions against the perpetual pleasures of getting off. I reached down and undid Rod's belt. I looked down. He was wearing elegant, trim-cut dark grey dress pants. The belt caught my eye. The leather was thick. Far thicker than necessary for thin and elegant dress belt. Rod smiled at me, as we both realized that the belt signified so much more than just fashion or function. I wondered how much it would hurt if Rod used it against me. It was a heavy leather suitable for a fat, heavy daddy's belt. It deserved to be used against a young man's butt than to be stuck in a boardroom. I wondered how much pain it could cause if I ever made Rod use it in disappointment and shame for my actions. At the time, I only knew its uses instinctively. It would be much later that I would learn all of the details of the leather community. I remembered a picture I had on my computer, a woman on her knees, naked except for a belt securing her wrists together. In the picture, a man stood above her, with his thick shaft buried deep in her throat. I paused, realizing that tonight, I was playing the role of that woman. "Go ahead, boy," Rod said. "Finish what you started." "Yes," I said. "I understand." "Good boy," Rod said. The way he said it along with the smile he had made my dick jump. I looked down long enough to figure out how to unthread the thick leather strap from the buckle. The pants hid some of his arousal, but it was impossible for it to hide all of it. "Yeah, it's a bit stiff," Rod continued as I fumbled with the belt. I wasn't sure if he meant the leather or his dick. It didn't matter. I managed to undo his belt, unfasten his pants, and push them down, over the bulge in his light blue underwear. My own dick ached in sympathy with his. Both of our tools needed release; release from the confines of our clothing, and release from the pent-up sexual energy. I looked back up at Rod. He was still smiling at me. It was clear where this was going, and it was exactly what he wanted. He made the next move. He reached down and pushed down his underwear. His dick sprung free, sticking out from his body. It was one of the largest cocks I had seen outside of porn. Of course, I had only seen a few other erect penises in real life, most years ago as I had explored with middle school friends. Even by porn standards, Rod's dick was admirable in length and girth. Where my erection arched upwards, his hung down slightly. "Go ahead," he said. "Touch it." I hesitated for a second, then decided to take a risk. I reached out for Rod's shaft. I thought it was going to feel weird, reaching for another man's dick. But one I had made the decision, it seemed like the most natural thing I could do. "That's it," Rod moaned as my fingertips brushed against the warm and supple flesh. Like my dick, the outer layer of skin was soft, and moved easily over the much harder core. Finally touching it made me realize that looks could be deceiving. Rod's endowment was more than just admirable; it was actually quite big. I had never felt short-changed in the dick department, but compared to him, I just did not measure up. It was both the length and girth of the shaft; his cock hung down slightly because it had to. The simple physics between gravity and the flesh and blood that made up his manhood required the slope. "Have you ever touched another man's dick?" I nodded. I had, but it was so many years ago, and I was so young. "Yeah." I said. "In middle school. My friend Jack." "Did you just touch it?" I shook my head. "No," I said. "What else did you boys do?" "I," I started. "I. I sucked his dick as well." "Nice. So, you're an experienced cocksucker?" "Well. It was only once." "Only once?" Rod asked. I had only just met Rod. We had known each other for less than an hour, and he was pulling out some of my deepest memories. I hadn't told anyone what had happened that night. How we had explored each other’s bodies. How I had sucked on Jack's dick. How he had cum in my mouth. How I had swallowed it, and how, afterwards, he had called me a disgusting cocksucker. "Yeah, he moved away a few weeks later." "That was convenient," Rod said. "But still. I bet that means you've still sucked more dick than your roommate." Rod had an arm wrapped around me. I felt safe in his arms, safe enough to be telling him all of these things and still be playing with his dick. Even with the noises of the party coming out from the open doors, and the lights of the city spread out in front of us, it felt like it was just the two of us, sharing an intimate moment. Yes, it was an intimate moment between two men, but it felt so natural to me. This moment would be our secret. I didn't have to worry about anyone finding out, and it would just be this one evening. I wouldn't have to do it ever again. "I suppose you are right," I said. "Damn, your dick is big." At its core, it was a simple tube, evolved over millions of years to inject his semen deep into his partner. But that masked the complexity that even the slightest touch revealed. There was the soft, warm skin over the hard shaft. The beauty of his cockhead, and the drip of pre-cum forming at the tip. I didn't want to stop fondling it and playing with it. His massive cock was our toy, something we could share and use it to bring pleasure to him. "You like it?" he asked me. I nodded in agreement, scared at what I might say if I opened my mouth. "Look at how hard you've gotten in," Rod continued. With his free hand, he held it up, showing it off to me. "Bigger than mine," I finally said. "Don't worry about that," Rod said. He pushed down my white underwear, finally freeing my dick from its fabric prison. He stroked the length of it, pushing me to a full, hard erection. "It's more than big enough for me." He leaned in and kissed me. "It's a beautiful cock." "Thanks," I said, blushing a bit. We were now almost completely naked, our pants around our ankles, and our erect dicks sticking out in front of us. If Rod's cock curved up and mine curved down, they would have touched. But instead, they just barely missed each other. "Come on," Rod said. "Let's get out of these clothes." He took off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants in a smooth, practiced motion. On the other hand, I felt like an ungainly teenager again, fumbling with my shoes, then my socks, and finally nearly falling over as I tried to dis-entangle myself from my pants and underwear. If Rod had any thoughts at my awkward movements, he mercifully did not say anything. "That's much better," Rod said, pulling me back against him. We were naked now, and our touch was no longer accidental contact between two men. This wasn't the fumbling exploration with Jack, but the expert guidance of an experienced man. I wanted more; it seemed impossible, but my dick got harder. Rod felt it grow. "Much better," he continued. "How are you doing?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "You really haven't done this before, have you?" he asked me. There was no judgment in his voice. "No," I said. "Never." "Just let me know if you want to stop." "I will. But don't stop. So far, it's all good." This time, I took the initiative. I leaned in and kissed him. He opened his mouth and let my tongue enter. If I were honest with myself, I had occasionally stared at guys in the locker room, or wondered what a particularly handsome man looked like naked. But I had always told myself I wasn't like that. I had always dated girls, and enjoyed that. But now there was this. It was just as fun as fooling around with a girl. It was almost more fun. Plus, it didn't feel weird at all. It felt perfectly natural to have another man's erect penis pressed against me, and to be making out with him. "Good," Rod said. "I'm having fun too." We continued to kiss, oblivious to everything around us. If anyone from the party looked out on the patio, they would have seen us, naked, making out. But somehow, it seemed unlikely that someone would look at us, and even more remote that they would care. Aiden hadn't been bothered at all when Rod and I made out in the car, and I didn't think any of the other men at the party would be concerned either. "You've never had sex with another man, have you?" "No," I said. "As I said. Just sucking cock." "Still a lot of fun," Rod said. "And there's a lot we can do without even having sex." "Oh?" I asked. There was a devilish grin on Rod's face. "You need to show me." "Of course," he said. He was enjoying this, showing me all these new ways to enjoy a man's body. "Have you ever been rimmed before?" "Rimmed?" I asked. "What's that?" "I guess I know the answer now. Grab the railing. Bend over. Don't worry. I know what I am doing." I turned around, grabbed the railing, and did as Rod told me. In front of me, I could see the lights of the city, spread out like a twinkling beacon of a brilliant future.

Dad’s Basement Part Eighteen After Dad had showed me around the resort, I knew the first place I wanted to stop was the dark room. Anon sex really got me going. “Daddy will you take me into the dark room?” I asked “Please Daddy please. I will be a goooood boy” “Fuck, you keep take kind of talk up and I will fuck you right here” “Daddy, please take me to the dark room” I pleaded in a little boy voice. “Fuck, okay come on” We went back into the building, Dad leading the way. His furry as cheeks bouncing as he walked. I kept thinking about having my tongue deep in his hole eating the cum out of it the first night in the basement. I wanted to slide my cock inside and breed him. As we got to the door, I grabbed Dad’s arm, keeping him from entering. “Change your mind Son?” he asked “Nope, just want to ask when can I fuck your hole Daddy and breed you” “Not until you are a full member of the club boy” With that he entered the dark room, with me still holding on to his arm. Inside it was hot, very hot. I could hear fucking and sucking going on around me. The room smelled of cum, sweat and poppers. Hands reached out and touched me, pinching my nipples, grabbing my cock and balls, and rubbing my ass. I was so turned on, it was the fact that I didn't know who was touching me. I felt someone step up behind me, his cock poked at my ass cheeks, as he reached around and put a bottle under my nose. I inhaled deeply, feeling the rush instantly. He kept the bottle there and I kept inhaling. I let go of Dad’s arm and pushed back against the man’s cock. He took his bottle away and I felt this cock head invade my crack, searching for my hole. At the same time I could feel someone in front of me and I thought it was Dad. The man was slowly stroking me. I could feel his breathe close my lips. I put his free hand on my should, pulling me forward. I bent at my hips and pushed back my ass more against the cock behind me. Once fully bent, the cock in front of me found my lips and began to push in, I wrapped my lips around the hard cock and allowed it to slowly invade my mouth, pushing further in, until I was pressed against his smooth crotch. The man behind me, slowly slide his cock into my hole, pushing deeper and deeper. I was open still from the double fuck that I got. The brown bottle was placed under my nose again and I inhaled, sending another rush through my body, fogging my brain. The two men began fucking my holes, I moaned more and more, losing myself. I had forgotten about Dad, never wondering what he was doing or who. The cocks in me felt so good. I reached out into the darkness, just to feel anything. My hand made contact with a body. I began to explore it, rubbing my hand over the stomach, going lower until I made contact with the base of a hard thick cock. I could barely get my hand around it. My mind was loving the unknown. I pushed back on the cock in my hole, fucking myself on the hard toxic fuck stick. I wanted more cum in me. I was still sucking on the cock in front of me and stroking the cock in my hand. The man behind me started to speed up, slamming into me harder and harder as his cock thicken, I knew I was going to get a load soon and I was right, He slammed into me hard, shooting his toxic load into me. I gave him time to milk out his load, then pulled off. I want that beer can cock up my ass. With the cock still in my mouth I moved my ass towards the beer can cock. He took the bait and slide in my hole as soon as it was close enough. I could feel his cock stretching my hole open, and it felt fucking good. The man in my mouth pulled out and moved on. Hands were exploring my naked body. I was moaning loud as Mr. Beer Can fucked my ass. My cock jump with every push in of his cock. I was loving it. I was missing having a cock in my mouth, but soon an ass was back up to my face. It was a furry as, one that I knew. It was Dad. I spread open his cheeks and stuffed my tongue into his hole. I tasted the cum in there. I licked and sucked like I did in the basement, yet it didn’t give me the same amount of cum but I go some. He turned and kissed me on the lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth. “Once you get the load out of the cock in you, let’s head out to the trails” he whispered. “Okay Daddy” I replied. Mr. Beer Can was pumping away at my boy pussy, slamming his cock in more and more. I was loving the thickness of his fuck stick. He was growling and moaning as he fucked me. “Ready for my load buddy” he asked “Give it to me, please” I pleaded “Here it is” he shouted as he slammed his cock into me. His cum shot into me with great force that I could feel it hit the walls of my ass. It was a huge load. I squeezed my hole muscles the best I could as I pulled off of him. “thanks” I said, as Dad pulled me out of the dark room. We stopped out side the door to allow our eyes to adjust to the light. Dad pulled me into him and hugged me. “Drew, I didn’t know you were coming this week” a voice from behind me said. I didn’t see this man exit the dark room, but I recognized him immediately when I saw his cock, it was Mr. Beer Can. Even soft that fucking cock was thick. DAMN! “Max, you fucking pig, good to see you” Dad said. “Who’s this fine boy with you” Max asked. “My son, all grown up and pozzed up” “I think I just added my strain to his hole.” Max said to which I nodded, “and a fucking hot hole it is boy” “Thank you Sir. I hope your get more loads in me before we leave” I said “You can count on that boy” “We are heading out to the trails,” Dad said “Have fun” Max replied We moved down the hall passed the bathroom to the door and out, The air felt cool compared to the hot dark room. We moved across the small yard to a very worn trail leading off into the woods. Dad’s cock was pointing the way and I was following that furry ass I wanted in so bad.

(early 90's) It's hard to say how Jeffrey and I became s couple. We were opposites of each other in so many ways. He was careless and carefree, while I was always worried and planning and making lists. He wasn't especially neat or groomed. What I guess what I'm trying to say is that he was a slob. Unemployed, unclean and didn't give a damn. He lived in my apartment building, and we would say "hi" every once in a while -- in the elevator or at the mailboxes. Jeffrey was very tall and skinny, around my age (23), and always seemed happy. He had an unruly head of brown curls and has usually minimally dressed (with visible tattoos) I just figured he was another city weirdo...like all the others I'd met here. I'm a country boy who went to rural college and got a job in this foreign urban area. Midtown. It seems like all the misfits lived here. One night, I finally got tired of beating off to internet porn, and decided to go out to one of the many gay bars in my neighborhood. I walked to a lace called "Buddies"...with my keys spread out between the fingers of my right hand-- in case anybody tried to attack me. My work friend Anna had told me about that after she took a self-defense class. It's hard to remember now how scared I was of everything. Well I made it safely, the door guy carded me, and I went to the bar and ordered a beer. It was pretty dead, but they had a few decent pinball games. Man, I miss pinball. I was headed over to a machine, when I noticed Jeffrey sitting there.waiting for his turn at a pool table. Weirdly, I was happy to see him. I was exhilarated even. "Hi Neighbor!", I said as I tapped him on the back. "So you DO know me? I waved when you walked in, but you just went straight to the bar." "I didn't see you. Sorry." "No problem." "You like pool? I would have never guessed that." "I love it now that I know the secret....just don't care." "Huh?" "If you don't care about the game, you'll have more fun. I'm just shooting a ball --- not doing heart surgery. My life motto is 'nothing matters'." "Oh. I understand you better now." "Let's go get a drink and talk more. You'll understand everything in a few minutes." He took his two quarters off the edge of the pool table and led me along to a little table in the corner. "Want are you drinking, Jeff?" "Oh. Nothing just yet. I'm so stoned right now. I'm surprised I can still talk." "Is that why you're so happy all the time?" "Yeah...or maybe because of my philosophy: Just. Don't. Care." "I care about some stuff. I care about people. About living. Sorry, but I do." "Don't be sorry. Nothing matters. Remember?" "Yeah...okay. There's no one you care about?" There was a spark in his brown eyes. "Can I kiss you...just real quick?" "Uh..." I didn't have time to answer before his mouth was covering mine. My first kiss from a man. His breath was a little sour and I could smell body odors. "How do you feel? What do you feel?" (I wasn't sure) "I don't know anything about anything." "Yeah...well, I'm going to tell you some things. I lost my virginity years ago. I've been fucking and getting fucked ever since. I didn't even finish high school. My rich parents pay my way now. They can be stingy at times, but they don't want me moving home with them. I've been in jail several times, lost my license and I have AIDS. I'm usually stoned...all day long." Fucking hell! It all made sense. "Are you sick?" "I was only diagnosed 11 months ago. I was sick as a dog for a week, but now I'm fine. I get sores on the insides of my mouth sometimes, but that could be from anything. Wait...did you hear that?" "Hear what?" "Thunder. I swore I just heard some thunder. Listen." Sure enough. Deep rumbling from somewhere up above was moving in fairly close. It was Summer, and harsh thunderstorms were pretty much normal in this godforsaken part of the country. I'd seen some serious weather in my life, but never took it for granted. I'd never seen a tornado even though my state is famous for them. Part of my personality is always being worried that disaster is always near by. "Maybe we should go. I walked here and don't want to get soaked." "You don't get it, do you? Nothing matters. Stop caring so much about shit." I hated the attitude, but liked the guy enough to stifle my paranoia...for now. Jeffrey was coming down from his buzz a little. He wanted his happiness back and so we ordered more drinks. The thunder got louder. As his his high wore off and he drank more, he got less philosophical and and became more of a flirt...he kept kissing me and touching me and complimenting me. I enjoyed it despite myself. I could not be falling for this guy. No way. Then the thunder was right over us and the lights inside the bar flickered. "It's been fun, Jeff, but I'm going home now. Maybe we can meet here again sometime." "Fine. I'll go with you. I don't want the joint in my pocket to get damp anyway. Let's go." He gulped the rest of his last drink and we headed out. Yeah. We were in for a hell of a storm. The air was still and humid and there were no insects buzzing. No sounds at all except for cars here and there. Then a branch of lightning spread across the sky and electrified the night oxygen. I was terrified of lightning. A girl I went to junior high with had been struck by a bolt and was paralyzed. Just the memory of that made the tiny hairs on my neck stand up. I wanted to tell Jeffrey about her, but didn't want to hear about how I should stop caring. "You're thinking awfully loud, buddy." Huh? I hadn't said anything, but maybe he knew that I was troubled by the storm. "What? No. I just think this is going to be a bad storm. And..I think I just felt a drop of rain. Shit! We've still got five blocks to go." He fished in his shirt pocket and produced a fat joint. "Here. We'll smoke this on the way and you'll calm down a little." I was actually grateful for the chance to relax --- Jeffrey was a tough person to be stressed around. We smoked and walked as little spatters of Summer rain came down. "I think we're going to get wet. Let's walk faster." "Why? Are you made of sugar or something? I say we walk slower." God, he was infuriating! His parents must have been either very strict or very lax. Something had made him this way. "Fine, Jeffrey...but if we're killed now, you won't ever be able to get stoned again." Can't believe I came up with that one. The weed was giving me something extra to work with...or maybe it was the storm. "We aren't going to die from this. You really need to lighten up a little" Before I could come back with a reply, the rain started. Hard. We ducked into the doorway of a bank building that had gone out of business a decade ago. Then the rain came heavy and fast. "So much for not getting your weed wet, Jeff." "I'll dry it in the oven later. Come on." "Come on what? We have two more blocks to go." I was more curious than mad. He stripped off his sandals, pants and shirt and carried them out into the little grassy area beside the bank. What the fuck? "Free shower and free laundry!" He was serious. I took off my shirt and shoes, but not my jeans. I took out my wallet and keys to keep them safe and dry beneath my shirt. But I joined him in his stormy joy. "This is insane!" He was naked and I couldn't help but notice how thick his wet dick was. He didn't see my look because he was stretching his arms straight up in the air with his mouth open and letting the sheets of rain land on and in him. He rubbed his big bare feet in the grass as if he was using it as a scrub brush. His eyes were squeezed tight. Insanity. "Ahh! If only I'd brought a bar of soap. I can't believe you still have pants on. This is a moment you might not ever get again. Join me." Oh, fuck it. I was in this now. I took off my already wet jeans and boxers and stood there naked with him. Jeffrey was too lost in his own bliss to even notice my nudity. He was enjoying this in a way I probably never could. I just kept seeing lightning getting brighter and more severe. I might die here, naked and in public. Or I might not. I knew one thing: I'd remember this forever. Once Jeffrey finally realized I was there and I was naked, he sized me up and groaned. In the next flash of lightning, I saw his dopey smile. "You've got a nice body ... and a nice dick for a short guy. I didn't mean that in the way you think...I just meant that you're always wearing clothes..and I mean..." "It's okay. You are not offending me. How was your shower?" He was about to answer me when the thunderstorm got severe and serious. Jeffrey shouted over the noise. "I guess we better go now. It's not far." I was going to suggest we get dressed first, but he was already carrying his wet clothes away and padding toward the sidewalk. No way could I walk naked down a sidewalk -- even if a tornado was happening. I put my yucky wet jeans on and just left my underwear. Grabbed my other stuff and caught up with him. The wind started up and got stronger rapidly. I gave him my clothes to hold over his private areas. I sure as fuck didn't want to get arrested when we were so close to home, but he didn't care. He was in his own groove and loving being nude in the rain. A few cars passed us, but I guess they were just wanting to get to their destination before things got worse. They had no time to notice a naked man at night. The rain came down harder. And louder. Once we got to the lobby of our apartment building, I had decided I wanted to invite him to spend the night with me. I felt my heart beating. Was this what love was like? I don't mean the love I've always had for my parents or the two great dogs we used to have. It was a love that was connected to my crotch somehow. I was confused and not at all myself. "Jeff...would you...um...." "You live on the second floor, right? Let's go to my place. I'm on the ninth floor and have a great view. We'll watch the storm there." OK. We waited for the elevator and I prayed no one was on it. Prayer never works. There was a fat black lady with a laundry basket in her arms. She didn't even blink. She'd probably lived in this neighborhood of misfits for many years, and had most likely seen it all. I tried to mentally communicate my gratitude, but she obviously had her own shit to deal with. She got out on the fourth floor. Finally. It was just me and the nude man I thought I loved alone. As the old elevator creaked upwards, I decided to make a move. "Remember when you kissed me in the bar? I forgot to thank you." "No. I forgot to thank YOU. I've thought about kissing you since I first saw you in the laundry room. Surprised I didn't do it before now. You just always seemed to be thinking or worrying about something. So...you liked the kiss?" Ding. We were on the ninth floor. His door was all the way at the end of the hall. I let him walk in front of me so I could look at his ass. It was so compact and small -- like some kind of perfect peach. And there was a little red plus sign tattoo on the left cheek. He had HIV. I understood that, but it didn't make my heart beat any slower. Love. We got to his door (that he'd left unlocked) and went inside. It smelled like him...like sweat and dirty socks and weed. Only hours ago, I would have hated this odor, but now.... "Sorry. I'm not much of a housekeeper. Have a seat. I'll open up all the blinds and we can see this bitch of a storm. I know the perfect music for now, but I need to go to the bathroom first." After he left, I took a quick scan of the room. He didn't have much. The stereo was very expensive and impressive, though. I got nosy and looked through his CD collection. Ugh. I should have known it would be mostly stoner music from the 70's. I was a pure pop, Top 40 guy at the time. I settled back on his futon/couch just as he came back. With a semi-boner. That must have been a really good poop. Or he was feeling the same thing I was.... "Here! The perfect music for this weather event." He pulled out an old vinyl album in its original cover. Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon." This was such a stoner standard that I'd heard in college, I never understood the love for it until I heard it on Jeffrey's audio system. Every note of the first song was exquisite...and the tones seemed to come from every corner. Good speakers are worth the cost. It was heavenly. "What is this song called?" He told me, but I can't now remember now exactly what he said, My best guess is it that it was called "Great Gig in the Sky". It was beautiful. Breathe.... breathe in the air.... I was in bliss there on the couch. How was it possible for music to sound this good?? 'Get up. You're missing this. I've never seen so much lighting in my life." I stood beside him and witnessed the spectacle. A lacy curtain of lightning hung over the whole city. It was near and far, and was swallowing us whole. We just stood there and watched for a few minutes. I was lost in the weather magic, when Jeffrey's reached mine and guided it over to his rock hard cock. It felt so big and so real. I was just about to kneel down and kiss his dick, but just then a giant knife of lightning struck a giant tree across the street. I'd always pictured a moment like that as a white or blue explosion, but it was a big orange burst. I guess the tree was near a power transformer because the lights, music and AC went dead. I took my hand away from his crotch..and my worried self emerged again. I knew he wouldn't have flashlights or anything useful in a situation like this. Plus the elevator would not be working and there'd be no lights in the hallways. How would I ever make to my door now? I'd completely forgotten about the naked, erect, poz man next to me. "Shit. The power people won't get here anytime soon. They always get to this area last. Shit! What are we going to do now??" "Just what were doing." He pulled my hand back to his dick. I forgot about everything else. I decided I just wanted him and his dick. I got on my knees and took him orally. The only light came from the electric clouds outside. His head was slick and hot as it slid over my lips. It tasted like him in all the good and not-so-good ways. I'd never done this before, but felt instinctively able to take it down my throat. I only got about halfway there before I started gagging. I thought I might throw up, but didn't. He moaned and pushed his crotch into my face. "Stay right there. I'll just be a second." He disappeared into the flashing shadows and came back with a lit candle. He looked like the cover of a romance paperback as he came toward me. God, he was beautiful. How had I never seen it before? I stayed there on my knees kike a patient little slut waiting for the dick to come back. The wind brewed up and slammed rain into the windows. I felt like I was in a movie or something. "I never would have guessed you to have candles, Jeffrey." "My dealer is in Larrytown. It's a college area with lots of trippy stores. I always buy candles when I'm there. We can stay out here or go to the bedroom. I think we should go get comfortable. Follow me." His apartment was officially a studio, though the bedroom was blocked off from the living room. I followed him into his lair behind the candle glow. There were already three or four glowing candles lit already. Had he done this while he said he was in the bathroom? Or had he done both and I was too lost in the music to know how long he'd been gone. Of course his bed was unmade. I felt my chest tighten. He plopped down and spread out, stretching. I still had the gross wet jeans on, and knew I should take them off, but him to tell me to. i knew he would. "Get naked, little buddy." Told you. It's hard to get wet denim pants off of you and takes some time. "I'm not little, Jeffrey. I'm also not 'short. 5'10" isn't exactly short." I stood there, watching him stroke his heavy meat. "Sorry. When you're 6'6", everybody looks short." "Forget it. Of course I'm little compared to you. Ever washed these sheets?" "Nope. Not since I took them out of the plastic." "That's what I thought", I said as I hopped in next to him. The bed smelled strongly of his body, but it was very comfortable. He took over and positioned my body as he wanted it. I was on my back with my head over the end of the bed. He got u and stood over me. "I want that blow job to continue a little." He worked his dick into my mouth as he stood behind my head. I opened up my throat as much as I could.... "Yeah! Ever fucked a face like this? No, of course you haven't. If you get far enough. your dick finds a second hole. Yeah...let me feel yours." I tried to let him go deeper, but I couldn't breathe. He bucked and squirmed and said he'd found it. He just kept thrusting with abandon. Well, I guess this was as good as way to die as any. Just as saw colored lights in my head, he pulled out and let me gasp for air. "Sorry. I'm just obsessed with the idea of fucking that little opening down there. If I'd shot, all the cum would ave gone into your lungs probably. You'd never even feel it. You okay?" "I'm okay. My throat hurts a little." It also felt broken and ruined. "Sorry, man. We'll try again another time. Need some water?" "Nah. I'm good." He climbed in next to me. The storm seemed to be moving out.He was so large and so heated. "I need to fuck your ass now, okay?" "I want that too." "You sure?" "I'm sure." "Yo don't know quite how painful it is, do you? I basically just want to get my head in there and shoot. That way, you'll be mine forever. You will want me in your life after this...and I know I want you in mine." "sounds like a good plan, Jeffrey." "Yeah? Cool." He knelt between my legs and then put them on his shoulders. He pressed forward and I could feel that weapon of his pushing between my ass cheeks. He didn't g slow or easy. It was fast and hard. And so painful! It felt like I'd been stabbed in the ass by a knife, and I yelped. "SShhh. Hush, baby. I'm in. You might be my first virgin. Wow. Just let me go in a little more...yeah...one more inch...and...YEAH!!! I"M GONNA UNLOAD!" I wish I could say that I felt his hot cum shoot inside me, but all I felt was happy. "Thank you for the kiss and the night and the fun we had. You want to go wash up or do you just want to sleep?" I heard all that, but I was already drifting on an early dream. I felt his arms around me. We've been together ever since. He is always finding that other hole in my throat and always pumping loads into my guts. I've never been tested, because I'd hate for him to be disappointed if it came back negative. I never got "the flu". We belong to each other, and I'm sure I'll test positive eventually.

Dad’s Basement Part Sixteen Packing for this trip was easy, just my toiletries and items to prepare for any fun. I made sure we had enough poppers and lube to have fun at the camp. Dad seemed to be happy about getting away from everything. He told me he had been to nudist camps, but was vague on if he had been to this one. We got up bright and early to set out. Dad’s diesel was growling down the road. It was an eight hour drive and I was planning on have some fun while on the road, at least I prepared for it. Dad was behind the wheel in a pair of very short shorts, I could see half of his cock shaft and the head hanging out the leg as well as his balls. He was shirtless and only an old baseball cap on his head. I was in just shorts too, but once out of town and on the open road I stripped them off and was sitting there naked. His truck was high enough for regular cars not to see in, but the truckers got an eyeful. When we passed by on, I would play with my cock, giving them a show, when they looked in I would suck on my finger. Dad would slow down and let them watch for bit then speed up. “You know teasing them might not be such a hot idea. You get them worked up and they might just rape your ass if they catch up with us” Dad said. “I know, but it’s fun,” I replied, “and you are enjoying it. Look at your cock Dad” His cock was hard as a rock, pressed up against his leg, leaking pre-cum into the fur. “Have you had trucker cock Dad?” “Fuck, I have been breed by quite a few in their cabs” he said “Thats hot Dad” My cock was getting hard thinking about Dad getting fucked by truckers. “Son, I would love to see you get gang banged in a back of a truck by some truckers. It may be something we can arrange later on. We need to get to the camp” Dad kept driving and I kept teasing truckers but knew nothing would happen, he was determined to get to the camp. I saw a sign for a rest area ahead and told dad I needed to piss. He pulled in as I was pulling on my shorts. Before we got out he adjust his cock and balls back inside his shorts. There were not too many cars in the lot and less big rigs. I knew there was not a chance that I was going to get a load. I made my way to the building where the bathrooms were. Nothing fancy, hell it looked like it should have been condemned. As I got to the door, the smell hit me. It was beyond ripe, it was rank. The odor of stale piss invaded my nostrils. I stopped, until Dad was with me at the door. “better than poppers” he said. He pushed me and I went in. This place had not been cleaned in a while. There was piss on the floor, graffiti on the walls everywhere. There was two urinals hanging on the wall, one was covered with a black trash bag with a sign reading out of order. Dad stepped up to the free on, pulled his shorts down exposing his ass and freeing his cock. “Looks like the stalls is your next destination” he said laughing. I was nervous, I hated to see what was waiting for me in the toilets. There were three stalls. I took the middle one. I immediately saw a glory hole in one of the walls. My cock jumped in my shorts. Maybe I could get lucky. I pushed my shorts down, turned and sat on the toilet. I was disappointed seeing the stall next to me was empty. I took my piss. It was really quiet in the restroom. I leaned back and closed my eyes, while I played with my cock. It grew hard quickly. I could hear movement inside the restroom and thought it was Dad heading out back to the truck. I continued to stroke me cock, lost in the fantasy of getting some dick though the glory hole. “Push that ass out a little more” whispered someone in the restroom. I opened my eyes, and quietly moved to the door, peeking through the crack. I could see from the mirrors over the sink that someone else was in the restroom, over by the urinals. I could see Dad’s shorts on the floor around his ankle but the rest of him was covered by a very large man. “That’s it open for my big dick buddy” the stranger said. I continued to watch, slowly jacking my cock. Dad was getting his ass fucked right in front of the urinal, out for all to see. In the reflection I could see another person was standing to the side, I could not see all of him, just half of his body. “Boy’s in the middle stall,’ Dad said pointing my way. I watched in the mirror as the second man walked my way, his big cock sticking out of his fly pointing his way to me. I stepped back from the door, unlocking it as I did. It slowly began to open. I turned around bending over exposing my ass and willing hole. I braced myself by putting my hands on the toilet. “Well, fuck me, it’s the little cock tease” the man said. He stepped up, spit in his hand and rubbed it on my hole. His hands were rough and scratched at my hole. He spit again and rubbed it on the head of his cock. “Going to teach you to tease truckers” He lined his cock up with my hole, just slightly pushing his head into my hole, not enough to enter but just to hold his cock in place. He put my hips in a death grip, and slammed his cock deep into my ass. Pain rushed through my hole as his belt buckle hit my bare cheeks. I fought back the scream that had formed in my throat. Tears were forming in my eyes as he pulled his cock out of my ass and rammed it balls deep over and over. I concentrated on keeping my hole open, making it easier for him to punch fuck my hole with his cock. “Take that dick Son” Dad said, “I told you not to tease truckers, always ends up bad” “Fuck me,” the trucker up my hole said “this really you son?” “Yeah and I took his cherry” “oh fucking hot man, fucking hot” I could feel the big cock in me get thicker, it really turned him on knowing he was fucking the son of the man getting fucked at the urinals. HIs moans were now becoming growls. The trucker grabbed me by my hair, pulling me up until I was against him. He moved me out of the stall, still with his cock buried deep in my hole, stretching it open more. We moved together until we were next to my Dad and the man fucking him. Dad was moaning loudly as the cock pumped in and out of his ass. I bent over as the trucker continued to fuck my ass, matching the rhythm of Dad’s fucker. I could feel the belt buckle slam against my ass checks, as his balls smashed against mine, which were pulled up close to my body. My cock jump as he slammed into me over and over. I looked over at Dad, his eyes were closed, his cock was hard and bouncing between this legs. His hands were braced against his thighs, as the guy behind him fucked his hole. I could just see the expression on Dad’s tops face, it was tensed up, teeth clenched. I knew Dad would get a load soon. With a loud grunt he slammed into Dad’s ass and yelled” “take it you perverted fucker, take my load” Dad pushed back against the guy trying to drive his cock deeper into his hole. He quickly pulled out, tucked his cock and balls back in his jeans and left. Leaving the party. Dad stood up and slowly stroked his cock in front of me, watching the cock slide in and out of my hole. “Suck your Daddy, boy. Suck the cock that made you” the trucker said. I opened my mouth and slowly took Dad’s cock in. I licked around the head and shaft as it went deeper into my mouth. The trucker started to increase his speed, almost to the point of jack hammering my hole. I knew that he would not last much longer knowing I was sucking my Dad off. His grip on my hips tightened, squeeing them hard, as he slammed his cock inside me. I could feel his cock jump and pulse as he exploded deep inside me. He bent forward until he was resting on my back, pushing into me more. Letting go of my hips, he grabbed Dad’s hips and pulled him closer to my head, sliding Dad’s dick deep into the throat. “Fuck I needed that boy” the trucker said He pulled out my hole, tucked away his cock and left. Dad pulled out and pulled up his shorts, then looked at me. “Find your shorts boy, lets get to the poz camp” I went the stall, found my short, dressed and met Dad at his truck. Once inside, I stripped them off again. Dad pulled his cock out from the leg of his pants. I put my feet up on the dash and started to play with my hole, sliding a finger in and out as we went down the high way, teasing more truckers along the way. Guess I didn’t learn my lesson.

Dad’s Basement Part Seventeen After about eight hours on the road, not adding in the time it took for us to get fucked and bred at the rest stop, we exited the interstate and heading down a road that look like it had not been repaired since it was installed. There was nothing for mile, just empty fields. We drove for what seemed like hours, until Dad turned the truck onto a dirt road. “Have you been here before Dad?” I asked, “you act like you know where you are going” “Yes Son, I have, three times” We entered a wooded area, very dense growth. I looked around to see if I could see any of the resort, but nothing shown. About a mile in the woods began to clear, opening up to a big area, we drove through a gate to a house and parked. There were a lot of cars in the area. “Okay Son, we are here, get the bag and let’s go” Dad said, pushing his shorts off and putting them on the seat between us. We made our way to the house, and entered. A bell went off as we entered a lobby. “Drew you hot fucker, about time you get here” a man said as he entered from another room. The man was naked, his very skinny, which made his cock look huge. It flopped back and forth as he walked across the lobby to give Dad a hug. I could not stop staring at him. The way his skin hung on his body made it look as if he was skin and bone, almost a walking skeleton. I watched their cocks mash against one another as they embraced. “Damn Drew, is this your boy? The one from the pictures you should us?” “The one and the same, only he’s eighteen now and newly poz. You should have been there when I took his cherry.” “Fuck I hope I get to be the first full blown A.I.D.S load he gets” he said, “I’m Rick” “Matt” I put my hand out to shake his, but he pushed it away and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight. “Too late on the first full blown, one of the club members already did that” Dad said as we hugged. “Bet it was that fucking slut Garrett” Rick said laughing. “Yeah, he fucked me, bred me, then told me” I said. “Awesome” Rick said, “you are going to be popular with the men here, but I want that ass first” “I’m game” I replied “Drew, I saved you, your regular cabin, you go settle in while I take your son for a little ride” Rick said, “I will bring him to you” “Sounds good to me” Dad went out a door opposite of the one we entered, as Rick led me to the room he was in before we entered. “Matt, meet my partner in crime Jack” Rick said, “We both are full blown” I watched as Jack kicked back the sheet on the bed, exposing his hard cock that was resting on his furry belly. He spread his legs and motioned for me to get in between them. I jumped on the bed, positioning my head just inches from his cock. He lifted it up, stroking it in front of me. Rick climbed on top of me, his cock resting on my crack and his head by mine. “We have been waiting for this day Matt, ever since your Dad showed us your picture. You were much younger and was only in your underwear” Rick said. Jack offered me a bottle of poppers, which I uncapped and inhaled deeply. I handed them to Rick you did the same. I started to lick Jack’s hard cock, making him moan and spread his legs wider. Rick was slowly moving his cock up and down my crack, leaving a trail of toxic fuck juice. I took Jack’s cock into my mouth and started to suck. The poppers were placed under my nose again. I held the cock about half way in my mouth and inhaled. The rush was amazing. “Put your cock in his boy hole Rick, just like we used to fantasize about.” I felt Rick lift up off me, pushing his cock into my crack. He moved it up and down a little making contact with my hole. Once lined up he pushed in, slowly sliding in. I moaned in my throat, and pushed my ass up, sliding more of his cock into my hole. “He’s got a load in him already. Is it your Dad’s?” I took Jack’s cock out of my mouth, holding it at the base with my hand. “Nope it’s a trucker that fucked me in a rest stop bathroom” Rick’s cock was completely in as I took Jack’s cock back into my mouth. I could feel Rick lower his body on me, holding me down under him. He slowly began to rise and lower his ass, as I was sucking Jack’s cock deeper and deeper. “FYI boy,” Jack said, “we have cameras in each corner of this room and our fucking is being broadcast not only on every television in the resort, but also on our private pay website.” Jack said, “let’s give the men a good show” He moved up to a kneeling position in front of me, grabbed my head and started to face fuck me. His cock moved in and out of my mouth, balls bouncing off my chin. Rick’s ass was rising and dropping faster and faster. Rick moved up to a kneeling position behind me as he pulled up my hips until I was on all fours. I had one dick face fucking me while another fucked my ass. I was hoping that Dad was watching me take these two A.I.D.S cocks. Jack suddenly pulled out of my mouth and sat back down, leaning against the head board. He pulled me forward causing Rick’s cock to pop out of my hole. “Sit on me, facing me boy” I positioned my hole over his cock and dropped down, taking him balls deep. He put the little brown bottle under my nose. I inhaled three times in each nostril. Rick moved up behind me and pushed me forward. I could feel his cock at my hole, pushing in, sliding next to Jack’s. Jack grabbed my nipples, pulling me down more, until I was kissing him. He kept pinching and twisting my nipples as Rick’s cock popped into my hole with his partners. I felt my hole stretch more and more, until I felt like I was ripping into two. He continued until most of his cock was in with Jack’s. Then they start to trust in and out. I moaned loud, as they double fucked my hole. Their cock rubbing together, balls slapping balls. The pleasure was intense. They both moaned and growled. I only hope everyone was not only seeing this but hearing it as well. Sweat was forming on all three of us. I could feel it running down my back and into my crack. They continued to double fuck my hole. Jack put the brown bottle between our lips and blew into it, as I inhaled through my mouth, then I did the same for him, We did this three times, then offered the bottle to Rick who inhaled as well. Rick wrapped his arms around me and pushed his cock in deeper, stretching my hole more. I could feel the pulses of his cock as he shot his death load into me, Jack then bucked his hips upwards, and shot his load too. Their breathing was heavy. I was in ecstasy getting two full blown A.I.D.S loads. I don’t want to cum. They pulled out and I stood next to the bed. They sat next to each other and i bent over taking turns cleaning their cocks. “That was a fucking hot show,” Dad said from the doorway. Rick and Jack just laughed. “Can I have my son now?” I walked over and we left. Dad showed me where our cabin was. Not much in it, just a bed, with a little bathroom behind it. We left and Dad took me about the resort. Our first stop was the pool area. It was a large pool, there were about eight guys swimming around the pool and about ten sunning their naked bodies in chairs around the pool Cocks were hard, sticking up in the air for all to see. Near the back of the pool was an older man laying flat on his back while a younger guy, fucked himself with the man’s cock. We then went to a building that was next to the pool, it was a small dining area, but it was what was behind it, that Dad wanted to show me. It was a completely dark room. “It has no walls, just a big open space” Dad said. I listen closely and I could hear fucking and sucking going on in the room. My cock started to grow. I wanted to go in there right now, but Dad pulled me along to show me more. We went down a hall, passing a bathroom, then out a door. “See that trail there, you can go down there and find men cruising for dick and ass, it leads to a pond where you can swim.” I tried to see if I could make out men fucking but the growth was pretty thick. “You saw the other cabins, but behind them are the bunk house, a group sleep area. Plus there is an area where guys can pitch tents and camp out” “Dad did you having any fun while I was getting bred by Rick and Jack” “Son, everyone was watching you on the big screen tv near the pool, including me. Dicks were hard and everyone was saying they wanted you” “Really Dad” “Yeah and I said that’s my boy” “Damn” “Where do you want to go first”

Part:2 The next morning, I had an email waiting for me in my inbox: Welcome! We are glad you have taken the first steps to becoming a silver member. Below you will find the link to download the app and your log-in details. Don’t forget to change your password after set up and happy breeding! I instantly got hard. I had been reading a lot of erotica and just never figured something like this would happen to me. I downloaded the app and hid it a few folders deep. Didn’t want the wife to accidently stumble upon it. It was still early Saturday morning and other than a few errands didn’t have much going on. I decide to flip open the app and test it out. When I popped it opened it, it welcomed me. It had me set up a quick profile. Since the whole purpose of the app was to take loads it required an ass pic. I didn’t have one so I had to take one. I wanted to show that I was a true pussy bottom and put on a pair of my wife’s panties. I set up the camera timer, got on all fours, and showed off my ass. I entered some other particulars, weight, height, age, ethnicity, status, etc. I completed the basics and was ready to go online. I hit activate. And then nothing happened. I knew it, probably some sort of joke, or perhaps it was too early in the morning. I threw my phone on the bed and went to take a nice shower. When I came out there was a notification on my phone. I opened the app and had an “Assignment.” All it said was: “Top looking for pussy to breed within one mile. You have 10 minutes to accept if you are free.” And below the message there was a green button that said accept and a red button that said decline. I was standing there, fresh out of the shower, my heart started thumping. Should I accept? Decline? I mean, this is why I signed up right? Could I show up somewhere and get fucked by a total stranger?! Well, if there was ever at time to try this out it is now that the wife is out of town. I hit accept. A map pulled up with directions pinpointing me and the location. It was less than half a mile away, actually closer than first noted. I threw on a pair of running shorts, no underwear. I grabbed my keys and a fresh bottle of poppers I had just purchased. I figured I could easily jog over. I was jogging down the street, following the map, the gap between the two little dots getting closer. It was not a warm morning, but the physical activity was getting me a little warm. I turned onto a dead end street. The pinpoint ended half way down the street on the left. It was a pretty nice neighborhood. Upper middle class. I ran up the driveway…was about to head for the door when a man called me over from the garage. I almost did not hear him; he was rather quiet. I looked over and he was standing next to a side door next to the garage door. “Are you from the app?” “Yeah, get in here quick, don’t want you to be seen.” He stepped back and I slipped through the door right past him into the garage. It was a bit dark and I had to wait for my eyes to adjust. He closed the door and pushed me in. “Sorry about that, wife is in the house getting breakfast ready. Didn’t want her to see you through the window. She'll be busy for a bit so we have just enough time.” Now that my eyes had adjusted I was able to see the man more clearly. He was in his mid-forties, scruffy beard, not overweight but thick, solid built. You could tell he was a man that worked with his hands. He had a lot of tools and auto parts in the garage, and his hands seemed stained. I figured he was a mechanic of some sort. He wasn’t the hottest guy but definitely handsome. “Well, let’s get started, I don’t have a lot of time.” I dropped to my knees and reached up, he had already unzipped his jeans. I buried my face in his crotch. I have a big underwear fetish and love the smell of worn underwear. Especially that smell of piss in the crotch area. I reached up and pulled the waist band down. A nice 7-inch dick popped out. It was nice and thick. I was going to enjoy this. I started sucking on his cock, licking around the head, getting the faint taste of salty piss. I barely had enough time to get his cock wet with spit when he stopped me saying "Get up. I told you I don’t have enough time, bend over the bench.” I bent over, grabbed my bottle of poppers and took a big whiff, he spit on my hole and just slammed it right in. I yelped. It hurt. I wasn’t expecting for him to just show it in. He put one hand over my mouth and the other on the small of my back. He started to plow my ass. It started to feel good and I pushed my ass back. He figured it was safe to remove his hand from my mouth and he placed both hands on my hips. Pulling me back onto his cock as he slammed into me. I took another big hit of poppers and opened my ass. “Oh yeah slut, I’m gonna bust. You want my babies in your ass, slut? You want me to impregnate you?” “Fuck, yeah, sir, please, breed my pussy. That's why I'm here.” And with one more pump he buried his cock in my ass and held it there. I could feel his cock expand and pulsate with every rope of cum he shot in me. I counted five. He released my hips and withdrew. I felt utterly empty. “Thanks, man. You can exit the back door and head down the alley,” he instructed, pointing at a door in the wall behind him. I pulled up my shorts and he let me out. The door did open up to the alley. I started jogging back home. Don’t know who the guy was but this was definitely a hot experience. As I headed home I could feel some cum leaking out of my ass.

FS Part 4 Relief sat in when we slipped between two rides and into the area of some small trailers. I was out of the view of the public. No one could see the cum on my face or hair anymore. No one except muscle fucker. “Hey Tiny, you around?” muscle fucker yelled. “What the fuck you want” a voice yelled back. “Drag your fucking cock here and see” I watched a small, fuck tiny man come between two of the trailers, he was naked. He stood less then three feet tall, but that wasn’t was so impressive about him. Between his legs was a cock that was at least 14 inches. It was dragging on the ground. His height made his cock look obscenely enormous. “Who’s cum face” Tiny asked “Wanted so fun in the carnival, so I am taking him to all the freaks, I had him in the fun house, Donkey had him, Double D used him in his normal fashion and now he is here for you.” “Double D huh? That cum mask from our people?” “oh fuck no, I got the norms to watch and coat him” “Twisted fucker” Tiny called the muscle fucker “Me, oh fuck now, this one is,” he said pointed to me, “been taking all the poz loads, voluntarily” “That true” “No they forced me” I said “You could have pulled off my dick and left, and you didn’t and you sat on Donkey with out being forced” muscle fucker said. I could feel my face going red with embarrassment. My mind was questioning everything. Did I really want this? Why didn’t I stop. I looked over at Tiny, he was holding his monster cock in his hand. It was thickening. Holy fuck, it was almost twice the size of a beer can in thickness. “Drop them shorts, boy, and get on the ground face down” I did more than drop my shorts, I stripped naked and laid in the straw spread on the ground, closing my eyes. I reached back and pulled out the plug, readying myself for what was to come. Tiny moved until he was standing in between my legs, his toes standing on my balls sac. There was no warning or words, he just lined up the head on his monster cock to my hole and drove in. I screamed. The pain was beyond intense. I got dizzy and I knew I was going to black out, but that didn’t stop Tiny, he pulled out his cock and slammed it back in. I felt someone slapping my face, it was muscle fucker. “Wake up you pussy, you need to be awake for this” I could feel Tiny’s cock pumping in and out of my hole. My hole was burning from being stretched open. He had moved forward and his little feet were standing on my balls adding to the pain. I was dizzy again. The pain was the worst I had ever felt. My body shook from the pain. Over and over he drove his monster cock into my stretched hole. You would think after Donkey and Double D (aka IT) I would be ready for this, but I wasn’t. As he pulled out, he would take the weight off my balls, only to add them back as he slammed into my hole. I don’t think I ever took the whole 14 inches of cock. My hole was making slurping noises as he fucked me, plus I was tooting my own horn as the air escaped my ass. Tiny made no noise, no indication that he was enjoying my sloppy, now well stretched hole. Muscle fucker was squatting in front of me, fully dressed. “Don’t think he is enjoying this you twisted whore, squeeze your hole around his cock” Muscle fucker said. As hard as I tried I could not get my hole tight around his cock, each time I squeezed and tensed up my muscles, Tiny’s massive cock slammed into me and I lost my concentration from the pain. “Horrible fuck” Tiny said He picked up speed fucking me, ramming in and out of my hole, until he stopped. I could not feel him shooting but I knew he was. He screamed at the top of his lungs: “A.I.D.S dumping” Even over the music, mechanical noises and roar of the crowd I knew people had heard him. I had tears in my eyes. With blurred vision, I could see Muscle fucker laughing. Tiny pulled out and stepped on my back, dragging his cock. I could feel a trail of cum being left on my ass and back. “Plug him, and get him out of my sight” Muscle fucker rammed the plug in me, and picked me up. The plug feel out of my hole and dropped no the ground. Tiny ran towards me and punched me in my gut. “Don’t you lose my cum, you are lucky you got it, you worthless piece of shit!” Muscle fucker moved to a chest near by, and pulled out a new plug, this one bigger than the first. Grabbing me by my hair he rammed it up my ass. I jumped, but could not move away. “Get your shorts up and follow me” I did as I was told. I now had three poz cum loads in my ass and one full blown A.I.D.S. What the fuck could be next?

Hope you guys enjoy...always welcome feedback: Part: 1 It all started one weekend while the wife was out of town visiting her mother but I am getting ahead of myself a bit. I am married as you can tell, mid 30’s, white, and middle class. I had been married for 10 years but we didn’t have children. I had known I was gay since high school but at the time my family expected me to get married and lead the hetero life so I did. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife, but she is really more a friend than anything else. We don’t have sex often, and it becoming more sporadic. I had never been brave enough to do anything behind her back, but given the lack of sex I was so horny. I enjoyed scrolling through the craigslist ads and jerking off fantasizing that it was me being used. This particular weekend the wife needed to go out of town, her mom was sick and she decided it was probably best if she went to visit her for a couple weeks to help her out. As she drove away to the airport I could hardly contain the hard-on in my pants thinking of my jerk off sessions to come. It was late Friday night when I stumbled upon the ad on craigslist. It had been a long day at work, the wife was out of town, I had a few beers to relax and settled down to jerk off in front of the computer. The ad caught my eye, I wasn’t sure if it was legit but I was heavily intrigued: Headline: Looking for Bottoms for APP AD: We have a great new app for bottoms that love to take dick. It is like Uber but for loads. If you are interested in being part of the app shoot us an email with your information and we will send you a link to download and log in details. Just like Uber, just flip open the app when you need cum and we will match you with the closest available top to breed your hole. We have two levels of membership: *Silver: Newbies *Gold: Born to be bottoms Everyone starts with Silver, if you like the app and think you are ready to handle being gold, we will test you and if you pass you can upgrade your account. Our only rules are that bottoms are to take any and all loads assigned on the app. We are all inclusive and do not body shame. Your privacy is our main concern. So what are you waiting for? Shoot us a note! By the time I got to the end of the email I was rock hard. Not sure if it was the buzz I had going on or the lack of blood to the brain as it all rushed to my dick but I clicked the link and shot them a note. I finished jerking off and passed out on the couch in front of the tv, didn’t even give it a second thought.

FREAK SHOW I needed to get out of the house. I needed some fun. It had been two weeks since that asshole packed his bags and left, with no fucking reason. I wanted to get away from the memories inside my condo. So I get ready, ready for anything and headed out, driving around the city for a while, not wanting to head to the bars. They were predictable and filled with people that new me and the ass hole. So instead I jumped on the interstate and headed west. About thirty miles outside the city, I saw a sign for a traveling carnival. Not the fun I had prepared for but a good distraction for my pain, maybe I would laugh. I exited and found the parking lot, which was just a big empty field that was filling with cars. I was directed by a man with a flash light to the next empty space. He walked up to my car opened window. When I turned to the window, I came face to face with his crotch. I could see a long tube snaking down his left leg. “Ten bucks to park,” he said. I pulled out a ten and handed it to the man. Before I could pull my hand back in he thrust his crotch toward my hand, pushing his bulge against it. Fuck, my mind wondered if that actually happened. Apparently it had as the attendant bent down, looking into my window. He was handsome, jet black hair with just a little grey at the temples, his eyes were blue and had a thick salt and pepper goatee. I could see inside his shirt, which was hanging open at his neck, revealing a jungle of black hair on his chest. “Looking for some fun?” he asked. “Yeah man, any kind of fun.” “Oh I know what kind of fun you need” he said, squeezing his crotch. I just smiled. “Inside the gate, look for a guy in a black T, it will have a red cross on the right chest” he said. "I'll give him a call on the radio him to tell him to look for you.” With that, he walked away, pulling a radio from his hip and speaking into it. I rolled up my window got out and headed to the gate. There were people every where but I could still see the hot men, their crotches and their asses. Some were in groups of other men, while others were with families. At the gate I paid my entrance fee, and went it. I looked for the guy and instantly found him. Shit, you really could not miss him. He was a massive muscled man, his shirt was straining to hold back his chest, shoulders, and arms. I moved through the flow of people entering, making my way to him. When he saw me, an evil grin formed on his face. Something told me I was in for some trouble. “Ready for your fun?” he asked as I approached. I nodded 'yes'. “Follow me.” We moved through the crowds, passing rides, games and food. We turned next to the fun house and entered a door near the back of the trailer that was the fun house. It was dark, and I could hear laughter coming from inside. With a flick of a switch the small room dimly lit up. In front of me was a window, I could see people passing by pointing and laughing. Some screamed. I started to get nervous, asking myself 'What the fuck is this'? The muscle man, stood next to me and removed his shirt. His pecs were massive, like boulders, smooth and tan. I watched him unbutton his jeans, then popped all the buttons on his fly. He was completely smooth, no crotch hair at all. I could just see a little of the base of his cock and the metal cock ring. What really caught my eye was the tattoo where his hair would be. It was a scorpion, black with a touch of red. He moved behind me and pulled my shirt over my head. Reaching around me, he opened my shorts and dropped them to the floor around my ankles. I was still watching the people on the other side the window. A family had stopped and was just staring, as if they were shocked on what was going on. They jumped and then started to laugh. What the fuck? I could feel his hand on the waist band on my underwear, tugging them down, until they joined my shorts at my ankles. “Shouldn’t have worn those,” he said. I kept looking forward through the window, as I heard his jeans drop. He was rubbing his cock up and down my crack. My cock was rock hard, my head was spinning. I wanted this so bad, yet I wanted to run. He dropped to his knees, placed a hand on each of my ass cheek and spread my crack open. His hot breathe was blowing directly on my hole, causing it to pucker and twitch. "That's it, baby, wink at me,” he said, “show me you want it.” He slowly began to lick my crack, up and down, using a force so strong I had to brace myself against the glass. His tongue found my hole and began to lick it round and round, until pushed into to my hole, tongue-fucking it. I moaned loudly as the people moved on the the other side of the window. At this point I didn’t care who was watching. The man’s tongue slid further into my hole. As good as this felt I could only imagine that his cock would feel like and I was soon to get to know exactly what that felt like. He stood, dropping his hard cock onto my back. I heard him spit, only to feel him lift his cock. I looked over my should to see him wiping the spit on his engorged cock. The cock ring had his cock so hard and thick it looked almost purple. It was massive in girth. "Got a condom?” I asked. "Don’t use them.” “I don’t get fucked with out them.” "You do now” he said, putting his wet cock head against my wet hole and pushed. I tried to fight but he wrapped his free arm around my waist holding me in place. My hole gave way and his raw cock slide in. I tensed up from my hole being stretched open. The pain was intense as his raw cock moved in deeper and deeper opening my hole wider. I felt like I was ripping open. He continued to push in as I held my breath. "Breathe. It will make it better.” “Please take it out. I only fuck safe, man. I don’t want this.” "Relax baby, it’s going to be okay. I won’t hurt you,” he murmured, pausing only to finish his sentence with the word "much." His cock slowly moved back, pulling out until the ridge of the head of his cock was pulling at my hole, then he pushed back in, until I felt his smooth abs against my hole. Over and over he slowly moved in and out of my hole. The pain started to turn to pleasure and I let a moan escape from my throat. “See baby, I knew you would like it.” He picked-up speed, his cock pumping in and out of my hole. He gripped my hips tightly as his balls began to slap against mine. I licked my lips. Holy shit this was hot, this was good. I had almost forgotten he was fucking me raw. Then it hit me again. I couldn't do this. “Fuck man, take it out and put on a condom, please,” I pleaded. “Too late, man. I leak fuck juice like crazy. It's in there mixing with your ass juice. The damage is done.” I tried to push off him, but he had my hips in a death grip. The pain had returned with a vengeance. “Won’t be too much longer and you will get a big shot of poison.” He pounded me harder and harder, my fate was sealed. I watched the people laugh and point in my direction on the other side of the window, as tears ran down my face. I knew I found trouble. “Here it cums! Take that toxic seed, baby.” He pushed up against me, his cock jumping in my ass as his legs shook behind me. He was right. it was too late now. The damage was done. As he had said. He withdrew his cock and I tried to straighten my back, but he stopped me, saying “Nope, stay just like that for a sec.” I could hear noise behind me but didn’t know what was going on. He pushed some thing against my hole and it popped in. “Got to keep that in. Don’t want to let that poz seed escape before it works it’s magic.” He stood behind me and laid his chest against my back as I reached for my shorts and underwear. "Oh, by the way, the visitors couldn’t see us from out there. It's a two way mirror.” I grabbed my underwear to pull them up. I only had reached my knees when I hear the click. He was holding a switch blade. I panicked. He reached down and cut my underwear off me, sniffing them and tossing them aside. "You don’t need those. Now, get dressed. I want you to meet someone.” We both dressed and left the small room of the fun house and moved again through the crowd.

There. I said it. I needed to get it off my chest. I've come to this sight many times and vented and ranted and it always helped. I'm back. I talk a big game on here and in life about being a nasty slut...but I'm not. In truth, I've always been the "Dorothy Zbornac" not the "Blanche Deveroux" when playing the Golden Girls game...but I wanted to be the "Blanche". Something within me just always stopped me from allowing my freak flag to fly. I'd go to a bath house and spend all night locked in my room because one old creep spooked me. Or I'd have to get so drunk to go that I'd pass out anyway. I can count on two fingers the "hot" encounters I've had over my 45 year lifetime. So, no real hot stories for me. My stories end up, for example, with me puking on my poor trick. Shame on him for feeding me red wine and Goldschlager, but far from sexy none the less. Or one time I went home with a hot trick and he said "I hope you don't mind sleeping on the floor" and I thought it was some dom/sub play (why I don't know!?!) and I was not into it so I left. Later I found out he just didnt have a bed. I don't know if it was coming of age in the eighties when we literally thought at one point that you might die from holding hands or sharing a coke. I don't know if it was from being raised in a fundamentalist christian religion and "gay shame" is the culprit. I don't know. I had a friend tell me a long time ago that "You're just not the slutty kind, you're more like the marrying kind." Fuck you and YUCK!! Fast forward to the present and my partner and I decide that its time open our relationship as we always knew we would. I thought that now I was over my inhibitions. It was time to let the slut out of the bag. But...no dice. I fucking flew to Chicago just to go to a bath house for a CumUnion. How many guys did I sleep with? One and a half...don't ask... My second night there was even more dire. This past weekend my partner and I drove to Texas to fuck and play at a bath house. Now let me say this.. My partner has no problem catching a D. Literally by the time we meet up for the first time he already has 2+ loads, fucked a twink, and started a group party in "the maze". And I'm like "I found the coke machine..." We did share hot, hot moments where he totally pimped my hole out. Very very hot. But thank god, or I'd have nothing hot to remember. And I encouraged him to have fun, thats why we went. His opinion is that I seem awkward and uncomfortable when "cruising"...something he used to suffer from...one day he just got over it. He said he always felt more comfortable in dark room situations and bath houses. I never was. I'm not even comfortable going to an ABS...and I'm a fucking grown ass man! I hate conceited people so I'll just say that I know I"m not heinous to look at. Besides I'm a gay man...I'd know if I were ugly! Even my partner says its not because of my looks. Besides, less attractive people get laid all the time. So I can rule that out. Y'all don't understand...this is really eating me up. Since we opened our relationship, getting dick is all I think about. My grades have fallen. Hell I haven't even registered for next semester yet. What do I do? How do I let all the shit go and let loose? How do I feel comfortable within my own skin sexually? Granted, I've had more than my usual two hot encounters in this past year....but not by much. I feel like its my birthright as a gay man to enjoy my sexual side. Especially now that I don't give a fuck and I'm all about bare backing. I have a wonderful, loving, encouraging partner who is all about it. This past weekend was supposed to be my cuming out or cuming in party! Instead it felt more like a depressing prayer meeting. Has anyone out there been through this. I can't be the only one out there. I'm can't be that original!! Surely Shirley, someone else shares this with me. What worked for you? What did you do? I'm shooting off SOS flares....I need help!

So like many others on here I struggle with monogamous relationships. I can handle it just fine for about 6-9 months and then it's like the floodgates are opened and the urge to have sex with other men cannot be curbed longer. I have this relationship now I've been in for a bit over a year and the past 3 months have just been overfilled with sex with others. I have a really slutty Grindr profile that just encourages guys to contact me for sex and since I have "neg on prep" most guys can be convinced to go BB after I have convinced them that I don't fuck that many guys BB (yeah right... total lie lol). This summer has been some kind of a record for me as I've had some low activity at work (freelance) and my libido has been ever present. The pride week in particular was nuts. The BF was going to see his friends so I had some hours to spare. I contacted first a couple I know who were in town since we had intended to meet up for sex. We weren't sure we would have chemistry so we had drinks near my house with the option to fuck after. Suffice to say we were all horny from the first moment and went home quickly. They are both tops so we started out with some sucking each other followed by a nice spit roasting session where one came in my mouth which I fed in a cum kiss to his man that then came violently in my ass. They left and a regular fuck buddy had contacted me and asked to come over. He gets really into the slutty son / breeding dad play so I was excited. He was an hour away so I was killing time on Grindr when a faceless Grindr profile contacts me from 200m away. Turns out he's a discreet top that needed to dump a load so I told him to come immediately if he didn't mind a quick one. He came over was a nice young guy who is into trained hairy ass (like mine). Was super turned on by my cum filled hole and bred me deep after about 10 min of fucking. Thanked me and left. 10 min later my "sir" came and found my wet hole with his fingers. He prefers to be the first to mark my ass so he punished my for being a slutty boy but understood and fucked me good and sloppy for about 30 minutes before planting his load deep in my ass. I snapped some of it with my fingers as my well used hole was leaking cum and ass juices. He left and my BF came home about 45 min later. He was horny as fuck so wanted to fuck and breed my ass. I of course obliged though he was really churning the cream at that point and there were big globs of cum pooling on his dick (I noticed when I looked back). I said it was because I had used a lot of boybutter (the lube). Though it was pretty obviously cum and he was really into how sloppy my hole was. Next: my weekend getaway with a crush online... (while bf visiting his family).

neg ass just texted me he is parking car and will be up in a moment. his first POZ load summing up soon. Hope to make him my number 4 convert.

I race off to my office with a real spring in my steps making sure not to cum stain my work suit and head straight to the Gents, luckily no one is in there so encouraged by my first out in the open public sex I stand at the urinals and jack off, my load splattering against the porcelain in double quick time. Phew! I wipe my cock on the communal hand towel and smirk to myself, how lucky am I? I must have missed him on the station platform the next day, and it wasn’t until the following Monday – on another yet rainy day - before I saw him again. He turned up on the platform at the same place and at the same time but was now clean shaven and in an electric blue suit, crisp white shirt with dazzling orange tie. I find myself a few yards away from him on the platform edge and as I glanced sideways to look at him, he pretended to ignore me; he was standing with his hands crossed in front of him, holding a large leather man bag. When the train came in, I maneuvered myself so as to get on next to him. As we moved forward towards the train doors, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of his hard-on in his sharp blue suit, he must have been playing with himself while standing there, after all, first thing in the morning who wouldn’t with his fine piece of equipment I longed to enjoy again. The train was already rammed full of passengers and we were squeezed in to the corner by the doors and reminded me how I’d love to ram his pert ass right now! I still managed to get on next to him but we were now stuck holding onto the same bar above him with his left hand but facing slightly away from me. I was at right-angles to him, however, I couldn’t get around in front of him, as it was simply too crowded and he wasn’t making it easy for me. There simply was no way we could risk the kind of “play” we had enjoyed the other day. The air was heavy with an array of minty fresh breath, the remains of garlic lingering from the previous night, cheap aftershave, expensive cologne and the heady mix of musky BO from the already sweaty tightly packed bodies…all of which made my cock twitch and grow to its full 6.5 inches. God I hope the lady pressed up against me doesn’t move anymore or she will get a big surprise! Nevertheless, in the crowd, I pressed myself against his side and tried to get him to twist around, but he didn’t seem to want to play ball today and I was getting a bit frustrated by this when the train pulled into the next station and a load more people got on. Amidst all the pushing and shoving, I was pressed up to the side of the carriage with nowhere else to move but he ended up with his butt pressed firmly up against my bulging crotch now lodged hard into his butt. The swaying of the train made my erection ride up and down his ass crack making me even more rock hard, already oozing pre-cum into my Calvin Klein’s. Happy that I was in this promising position for the next part of the journey, especially as I couldn’t reach his front, I decided to investigate his backside, I moved so my free hand went neatly to his ass cheeks alongside my hard-on and started to feel the lovely round shape of his bum through his tight trousers. With my fingers extended, I slip my hand forward between his legs and pressed upwards into the spot behind his balls, then traced it back outwards around his ass cheeks as I traced the ridge of his underpants outlining his rounded globes then gently sawed in and out letting him know exactly what I would love to do to him. Throughout all of this, he maintained his position and did nothing to stop me. The height difference between us meant I could just about reach under him until my hand touched his bulge. What a discovery he was sporting an erection set to burst the front of his tightly-fitting trousers! At the next opportunity of passengers getting on and off, we found ourselves up against the glass partition by the seats with now a man mountain standing with his back to us to my right, so we were still well shielded. Still behind him, I slid my right hand around his right thigh and, concealed by his man bag went to grope his trouser bursting cock. With my fingers wrapped around his twitching cock…suddenly, I felt another hand grab mine I certainly wasn’t expecting that, now with someone else involved it was cranking up the risk-stakes. I went cold. I broke out in a cold sweat and a trickle runs down my back causing a shudder I froze, unsure what to do next…but ‘my guy’ then he seemed to wriggle his bum a little rubbing up against the rock-hardness of my own stonking erection pressing deep in his ass crease. This alone was almost enough to make me cum there and then. I’m in awe as he was shuffling through a complete 180 degrees to now face me. Almost feverishly, I allowed the swaying of the carriage to let me adjust my position against him as my hands go to the top of his flies, I expected to find a zip but, to my dismay, I discovered buttons. Damn! Not to be undone, I remembered that on this stretch, there would be a long run now until the next station, which would be on the other side of the carriage, followed by another long run after that. So, bolstered by this knowledge, I found the open bottom button and made my way upwards with dexterous fingers and thumb. In a change of tack, he pressed the back of his right hand against my crotch as I continued delicately undoing his buttons, two, three, eventually four of them, until there was enough room to slide my whole hand inside the warm moist opening. Meanwhile, he continued to brush and press his hand against my dick, bulging hard inside my briefs, now uncomfortably wet from all the pre-cum oozing from my piss slit. How we were able to do this without it being too obvious to anyone in the crowd around us is beyond me. Last time it was me in charge of this intoxicating sexual thrill during our daily commute. However, this time, things were going in an entirely new direction and I was far from in control of myself at the thought of where this might go judging by the state of my own underwear! As he twisted his hand around and began investigating and squeezing the bulge hidden to the outside World by my coat, I slide my hand inside the warm opening of his flies and to my surprise, immediately felt wet cotton then the thick throbbing shaft of his penis. God, it was thick, thicker than I remembered and super rock-hard! I looked directly into his deep wide eyes and gave him a quick raise of my eye-brows. He looked away, being careful not to be discovered…as at the same, his fingers had found the zip of my flies… He wasted no time; before I knew it, zip was down and his hand was inside my trousers and had found the top of my white Calvins. I managed to hook my finger over the waist-band of his underwear and pulled downwards, prying my other fingers into the new opening until my whole hand was inside and the front of his briefs. Immediately, I felt tufts of pubic hair and I squeezed his heavy testicles, now tightly bunched against the warmth of his groin. I saw him swallow hard, parting then licking his lips slightly. He was highly aroused and his right hand was busy working my dick. It was hard to concentrate! As the train came into the next station, we both just stood there, pressed together in the crowd, across from the doors, with people jostling to get on and off around us. As soon as the train moved on, I slowly pulled his foreskin back and as I did so, I watched his eyes close again, as once again he inhaled deeply, pressing his lips hard together, as if to suppress some other more extrovert sign of his ecstasy. I was enjoying this – and so was he! Now, backwards and forwards, I slid his foreskin over the head of his tool and pricked my finger on the sharp underside of his piercing. I swallowed hard to prevent a yelp and hope I’m not bloodying his briefs. I adjusted my hand’s position and continued to jack his hard-on as copious amounts of slippery pre-cum ooze into my fingers and I began sliding it around the head of his penis. Frantically, his fingers pulled at the top my damp briefs and his hand was inside them, releasing my bulging cock into his hand and slipping sideways in my briefs, across my right thigh. He discovered the wetness of my pre-cum and momentarily, I think he thought I had already cum, but because my shaft was hard across my groin and in his grip, he quickly realized otherwise and began sliding my own foreskin back, so that his fingers could mimic what I was doing to him, the two of us jacking in unison. That was it; neither of us could hold it any longer. All at once, I watched as his neck veins began to expand once more against his white shirt, as he sharply breathed-in through his nose and clasped his eyes tight shut I simultaneously felt a series of rhythmic throbs as his cum pulsed volumes pumping endless amounts of cum through my fingers. Just as he was in the midst of his throbbing orgasm, I felt that familiar powerful feeling engulfing my own body, from the depths of my balls, surging up the shaft of my cock, as I exploded into the palm of his hand in two or three long spurts, as I too now tried to stifle to need to scream out loud, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” a croaky cough is all that emanates from my open mouth. I still had his throbbing tool in my hand and there was cum everywhere, running, slippery, over his cock, trimmed pubes, balls and down his left leg as I continued to massage his genitals. My own CK’s were soaked but as I was not quite so well-endowed as he was, it was all contained – I think! He slipped his hand out of my briefs and out of my flies. As I moved my hand, I felt his balls relaxing and their tightened sack becoming loose and relaxed again I knew it was time to leave; and in any event, we were coming into “our” exit station. I didn’t have time to do anything else but withdraw my sticky hand from his flies, I was left with cum all over my hand and where I pricked my finger his DNA stung where it was soaking into me…Christ! I’m getting hard again at the thought of a little piece of him in me. The urge to lick my hand and taste his essence was overpowering. Damn! A big globule of his babymakers drips from my hand on to the lady’s dress who has her back pressed up against me. Umm wonder how she is going to explain that at work? I figure I’m shielded enough so go for it, close my eyes and imagine it’s his gorgeous thick cock I’m sucking as my mouth engulfs my hand and lick the juices off my fingers. After that split second of imagery I open my eyes to see the man seated with just the glass partition separating us smiling up at me. I give him a wink and as the crowd exits the train we all depart. I started to follow ‘my man’ but quickly realized that it would be futile as the hustle and bustle of our fellow commuters put distance between us. I saw him disappearing up the escalator as the dampness in my groin became cold and uncomfortable, I couldn’t help but imagine his discomfort too at having to walk the rest of the way to work, his button-flies still undone and drenched underwear leaking cold, sticky cum down his leg. Just like me, he would probably have to go directly into the toilet at work, take off his briefs and spend the rest of the day with nothing on under those tight trousers! I’m thinking the local dry cleaners were going to be busy this week. I reach into my pocket to retrieve a tissue to clean up only to find a piece of paper, it says, “Hi I’m James, meet me later at 6pm outside the station, let’s take these morning rendezvous a step further?”

The words stung me back to reality. What was I doing? I stopped sucking Sam and looked up at him. He nodded, trying to encourage me. I shook my head and blushed. He smiled, I swear he had the sweetest smile I've ever seen. "Just fingers on his hole Andy." "Really?" "Yeah." "What the fuck is the point then?" Andy asked, then stormed off. Sam, of course, followed him and I was left in the room, naked, drool on my chin. I caught a glance in the wardrobe's mirror and looked away. I felt like shit. I tried not to listen as the couple argued in another room. Slowly the arguing stopped. I put my trousers on and waited to be summoned, hoping that they wouldn't be arguing because of me for too long. After some time, the door opened and Sam stepped in. He told me that this was the spare room anyway and I should spend the night. Andy had work in the morning anyway. I apologised, almost crying and Sam sat next to me, he put his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "Don't worry lad, it's a big step. Go to sleep and you can just leave in the morning." As Sam left I pretty much just lay down and went to sleep until I was stirred by a door closing. I sat bolt upright and looked around; gorgeous apartment, feeling fresh, for a brief moment everything seemed perfect. Then I remembered everything and must have audibly cringed as Sam soon entered the bedroom. "Looking good." He said. "Thanks. Look, I'm so sorry about last night." "To be honest, it was kind of ridiculous. I'm glad you're apologising, that is sweet of you. I didn't even get to cum!" I laughed. Sam leaned in and whispered that "We have all day now." and I sat naively stunned as he pulled his hardening cock out of his pyjama pants. "Now suck my fucking cock" His grip on my neck was strong so I didn't have a choice; I took the length of his poison cock into my mouth. A fact which he reminded me of over and over again as I sucked his hard dick. Now sober, I was a lot more fearful of his cock, however this worked only to turn me on more and make me suck him more eagerly. I fell to the floor and yanked his trousers off, desperately snaking my tongue around his cockhead, tasting his toxic precum. "I'm so glad you chickened out last night. Means I get your ass all to myself right now." I ignored this and kept sucking, half hoping to make him cum quickly and half wanting to see what would happen if he didn't. "I knew I wanted you as soon as I saw you dancing. Just you alone. You can be my special boy." I'm ashamed to say that this gave me butterflies in my stomach; Sam was definitely the better catch out of the two of them and to have this handsome older man want to risk his marriage to get with me had me swelling with pride. He pulled me off his cock and kissed me, we collapsed onto the bed together, a writhing, sweaty mess of lust, clamoring at each other desperately. He kissed his way down my body to my small cock, which he avoided, and kissed and slurped down to my ass. "Get me wet Daddy" As his slimy tongue pressed against my hole I moaned loudly, telling him how much I loved it. He stopped soon after and from under the bed produced a squirty bottle of lube, he covered my hole in it and then offered it to me. I perched myself on the end of the bed and applied it to his cock. Maintaining eye contact with him at all times in an effort to appear calm. In reality I was terrified. Again though, I was more turned on than I had ever been. I moved around and positioned myself for him to take me doggy style. "Tell me you want it." "I want your poz cock." "How?" "Hard." He chuckled. "How?" "Oh.. bare, raw, fuck your cum into me." He smiled and shoved his length into me in one go, I cried out in pain and lust, he ignored me and set his own pace, fast, slow, shallow, deep, he did everything he could get himself off in record time and before I had chance to enjoy the fuck, he shot his load deep inside my cunt. We panted together for a moment until he awkwardly guided me to lie on the bed, he spooned me, the whole time his cock never came out of my hole. "That was errr...." "Quick? I know. I want to load you up as many time as possible." A sinking feeling took over my stomach as I realised what I had done, I wanted to run, scream, cry, but instead I nestled myself back as he wrapped his strong arm around me and I thought about the next time he would be cumming in my hole.

“Yeah, come over.” The text read. I was laying in my bed. I hadn’t been laying there long, maybe 5 minutes. The text was from a long time play buddy Jay, whom I had decline to play with earlier for someone who would eventually ghost me. I was a bit hesitant, as he lived nearly an hour away, and I had been driving around town the past hour and half with no results of action. “Fuck it..” I mumbled to myself, getting out of bed. I needed some action. I hadn’t partied in months, I had 2 whole bottles of poppers, my ass was clean, and I was horny as hell. I didn’t care that it would take an hour to get to my friends. He had supplies and he was a good fuck. I got dressed, left the house, and headed his way. It was rainy, my nerves were starting to get to me, as I had been up for more than 18 hours and I hadn’t even partied. Maybe this was a mistake I told myself. No, with Jay, it's never a mistake. It’s always good. Jay was black guy, my weakness. He had a decent sized cock, nice and thick but not too long. He was always generous with his supplies with me. Usually just T and G. He was one of the first few guys I really started to party with that were repeatable fucks. Jay loved that I got all sleazy and slutty, and he could power fuck like no one’s business. I arrived at the address he gave me. My friend had moved in the past few months, so I hadn’t been out to his place before. But this didn’t look like a place he’d live. It was a big house, in a cul-de-sc, with a bunch of cars and the like. I spotted his, so I knew it was right. I knocked on the door. I waited. A few minutes later, I could hear him telling me to come in. I opened the door, finding steps leading up and down to various parts of this house, with the up stairs leading to a living room, where my friend was at. There were 2 other guys there. An older white guy and a younger black guy. They greeted me with some hand waves, as the older guy was sucking on the younger guy, and from the looks, a nice big long black cock. Jay took me aside, handing me his pipe. “It’s already loaded.” He knew I like to smoke a few clouds before really getting down to party. I nodded, as I set my stuff down. Jay stripped naked and went back to them, while I stripped myself. I lit his torch, heating up the glass god. The smoke swirled, and I started to take a hit. Then another. Oh yeah that’s good stuff. I sat his pipe down near his stuff, and I just watched them all together. Jay was eating the older guy’s ass, while the older one sucked that big black cock. I was pretty amazed at the scene. I took out my poppers, did a couple of hits, and joined Jay. I was feeling his skin, as I stroked his back down to his thighs. There was some sprinkling of kisses, as I did have some affection for this man. He turned to me, and asked if I wanted some G. I nodded, as he got up. He measured out some in a medicine shot, and offered it up to me. I took the bitter shot, and was handed some juice to wash it down. “Its good stuff, trust me.” He told me. I noticed as he set his shot down, that he had some rigs. He saw me eyeing them. “You want a slam?” I looked at him for a few seconds, debating in my head. I looked at the other two, who were enjoying themselves, and then back at Jay. I nodded. He started to get one ready for me, as I went to the kitchen to heat up my arm a bit, hoping to get some easy to register veins. He came over to me with a cord for my arm. He tried to give it to me standing up, but I suggested sitting some where, just in case it knocked me on my ass. We found a spot at the kitchen table nearby. I tied off my arm, as he searched for a good vein. He found one, popped in the needed, got a bit of good blood, and then slowly pushed in. He drew out the needle, cleaned the area, as he told me to undo the cord. I could feel the heat rising in my body, as my heart raced. I barely coughed. My eyes lit up, as I made my way over to the other guys. They had been watching us, and knew it was time to really play. All my mind could think of was ‘cock cock cock cock’. I grabbed my poppers, and knelt in front of the young black guy. His cock was standing straight up, hard as rock, atleast 9”. My mind raced in anticipation of wrapping my lips around it, sucking it all the way down. I wanted this cock badly. The G started to hit as well, as I could feel myself just giving into all the dark thoughts in my head. Of the want and need to get fucked, to be used. To enjoy pleasure. I stroked his cock a bit, feeling it my hands. I took a short hit of poppers, then another one, then one final long one. I had to suck this cock. HAD TO. I reached back for it, holding in my hands as I started to lick as his balls, all the way up. I licked around his head, as I stared intently into his eyes. He was already flying himself. I opened my mouth wide and took him in. I went down as far as I could, trying not to scrape him. He could tell I was doing this and said "Go ahead, be rough, do it, slut." I felt his hands on my head, as he pushed me further down. Between everything I was on, I didn’t care. I wanted this in my throat. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I kept bobbing up and down for a few minutes. He stopped me after a bit, and just held me there as I felt him releasing a bit of piss in my mouth. I didn’t care. I drank it greedily, my mind racing to get want this to get higher. To be lost in this world of pleasure. I went back to sucking his cock, as I saw the older white guy make his way off to the bathroom. I kept this up for a bit, but the lust of wanting to get fucked was hitting me. I pulled off and looked back at Jay, who was finishing up a slam for himself. He saw the lust in my eyes and smiled. "Good stuff, heh? I gave you a .25.” My brain couldn’t register the meaning, only it was a bit more than the last time I slammed. I crawled across the floor to Jay, and started to suck on his cock. I wanted to get him hard. The other guy had gone to join the white guy in the bathroom. I asked Jay who they were, and he just said some friends. I went back to sucking his cock with abandon, it now hardening fast. My mind really didn't care anymore, it only wanted the pleasure of man on man sex. The other two came back in, and I was just overwhelmed with lust. They crowded around Jay, as he handed them their points. I had 3 cocks in front of me, so I just went to town on sucking them. Apparently the white guy had a PA, so I was having fun trying to suck it. He wasn’t that big, which helped, but either way, I was in cocklust mode. Jay finished his, and went behind me. He grabbed some lube and started to wet my hole. He fingered me a bit, as I kept sucking the cocks in front of me. I felt him at my hole, so I stopped to take a couple of hits of my poppers. He pressed him, hitting home. I felt full, in both ends. The two other guys moaned as they watched him fucking me. They eventually pulled away, as the white guy wanted to get fucked by the young big black cock. I watched in ecstasy, as I saw the young stud mount the older one. Jay was fucking me with abandon. My ass was just in pleasure mode. I hit more poppers, to send me into heaven. Oh it was so good. Jay rolled me onto my side and kept up with his pounding. Everything was just so good. This went on for a good 20 or so minutes, from what I could tell. I told Jay I needed to drink something, I was starting to get a bit too hot. So he pulled out, sadly. He helped me get up so that I could sit in a chair. He went and got us some water to drink. We watched the other 2 fuck for a bit more, before they stopped as well. I was still horny, so I started to stroke Jay again, before eventually going down on him. I had him stand in front of me while I was in the chair, and I just sucked with abandon. He played with his nipples, before being helped by the older guy. The older guy eventually knelt down and was rimming Jay a bit. The younger guy came by, his hard cock sticking out. I reached over and started to stroke him, before I had to just suck him. It was so beautiful of a cock. I deep throated him a bit, and then looked up at him. “I need you to fuck me with this beautiful cock.” He smiled and nodded. He asked me where I wanted him to fuck me. I replied the couch would probably be easier, my knees were in a bit of pain from the floor. I looked at Jay and asked if I could take a couple of hits off this pipe, I really wanted to be flying a bit more. He nodded and went to get it, as I climbed up on the couch, my ass just sticking out. Jay came around to the other side, and held the pipe for me, lighting it up. He knew sometimes I loved to be dominated into smoking more, so this was perfect. He kept grumbling out some very verbal dirty things to me about being a slut and getting fucked by big black cocks. Once the swirl of cloud started, he told me to breathe out, empty my lungs, then he put the pipe to my mouth and told me to inhale slowly as he kept it lit. I did as commanded, taking in a very deep hit. He kissed me as I exhaled, shotgunning my blast to him. Again, he commanded. The big black cock, meanwhile, was lubing my ass up a bit more. He was fingering me a bit, 2-3 fingers at a time, as I took my second big hit. He told me to reach back, spread my cheeks. I did as told, my mind starting to race even more in lust. He told Jay to have me do some heavy popper hits, since I seemed to be one of those popper pigs. Jay grabbed my poppers and came back around to me, smiling. He looked me in and the eye and said ‘"He’s really gonna fuck this shit out of you.” He took the cap off the bottle, pressed his finger against one of my nostrils, and held the bottle. I breathed out, emptying my lungs, before snorting a slow, long hit. Exhale, empty longs. Switch nostrils. Big hit. I feel the big cock pressing at my hole. Exhale, switch nostrils, big hit, the big cock is sliding in me. Exhale, switch, big hit, big cock goes in deeper. Exhale, switch, big hit, hold it. As I exhale, he pushes as deep as he goes and I’m in pure lust ecstasy. The big cock grabs the back of my head, pulling my hair a bit, his other hand on my hip, as he starts to pound me. I’m moaning, grumbling out ‘fuck me, fuck me, breed me, oh god fuck me!’ This guy is just pounding away at my ass like a piston, deep and hard. Jay hasn’t moved all that much, as I look him in the eye with lust. He gives me a couple more hits of poppers, before standing up. He held his cock to mouth and pulled me onto it. So now I have these two gorgeous black cocks hitting me from both ends. I’m in slut heaven. This is my purpose, my job. The older guy is next to us, stroking his cock and hitting his laptop for messages and porn. He occasionally reaches over and strokes my back or my cock, but mostly just watches or is paying attention to messages online. My ass is just a hole for this big black cock. He’s hitting me hard, pressing me further against the back of the couch. He pushes me down at an angle, pulling me back a big so my ass is just thrust in the air for him to use. I just feel him pistoning in and out, and I’m in so much lust from flying with clouds, hitting my wonderful poppers. I lost track of time on how long he fucked me, but it was definitely a good long while. Eventually he started to tire out and I was getting hot and thirsty. So he pulls out and goes back to a chair, while I try to crawl back down to the floor to chill. Jay is just grinning, as he’s stroking his cock. I ask for water, and Jay goes and gets me some, bringing us all some. The white guy is smoking a cigarette, so I ask if I could smoke some of mine, cause yeah I needed it with all that good fucking. I hit a couple of mine, as we all just sit there, watching porn, making small talk. But eventually, we start back up again...

It was a Wednesday afternoon, and about three weeks had passed since I was last fucked. I was very horny, and remembered it was mid month and sometimes Spa Excess in Toronto offers a free room to guys that sign up to their mailing list. I checked my discrete backup e-mail address and sure enough there was a coupon for a free basic room if I checked in between 8 and 9 PM. I had just enough time to shower and clean out and get downtown to the sauna. I checked in about 8:20 showing the coupon on my phone to the clerk and was given room 403. I quickly found the room, stripped and lubed my hole with my butt plug. I went to the showers in the wet area on the main floor and soaped up, then went to the steam room directly opposite the showers to start my cock hunt. I don't wrap my towel in the sauna but usually just sit on the lower bench idly jerking off and scoping the guys. I saw an Asian guy about 30 years old sitting on the upper bench a couple feet away and decided to give him the look. (I love Asian tops.) I held his glance for just that extra second and licked my lower lip. That was all it took. He slid over closer to me and opened his towel. Turning towards him, I took his nice stiff cock into my mouth all in one motion. I only sucked him for two or three minutes (with a few onlookers) and he asked if I had a room. I replied "Only if you'll fuck me." We made the awkward walk you do in bathhouses, two guys with tents in their towels walking past other cruisers, everybody knowing where you're going and what will happen when you get there. The Asian guy wanted to wear a condom and unlike most guys on here I don't mind getting fucked with a dome. I bent over the bed, removed my plug and re-lubed with some Swiss Navy. Top got in behind me and poked a couple times unsuccessfully before finding my hole (I am kinda tight) and easing it in. He fucked nice and steady with me moaning and whimpering like I tend to do for the first four or five minutes, only to realize he had gently disengaged. I turned my head to see him take off the condom. I ask if everything was okay. He explained he had cum. I was somewhat surprised as his thrusts hadn't sped up much and he did not grunt or announce his orgasm. It was a good first fuck though. I thanked him and he left quickly. With my hole now opened I was super horny to take more cock. I put on one of my PUMP jockstraps and headed for the third floor dark area where I cruised around the slurp ramp and saw another smooth Asian guy. I brushed against him going past the back wall of the slurp ramp and he reached down and caressed my jock pouch. That was all I needed and I reached for his cock through his towel. We felt each other up for a minute, then I dropped down to suck his cock (kinda thin, hairless with robins egg balls) for a minute. As I was sucking he made the move that every bottom loves. He reached around to feel my ass. Once he felt that I was wet with lube he knew what I wanted. I straightened-out, we smiled at each other, and he led me over to an alcove that contained a short stool. Bending over, I grabbed it on either side. The top then slid his slick finger into my hole to confirm my readiness, then smoothly entered me bareback. No talk of condoms. He was an enthusiastic fucker and it felt good to get fucked in the common area. We soon attracted a crowd of three or four guys, each of whom was tugging his cock as we fucked. The only words I heard were the top exclaiming "So tight, so tight," in a thick accent. Soon the pace of his thrusts increased and he unloaded up my ass. He thanked me and went off to the showers. I was super horny now and made the walk of shame to the far end of the dark area to where the sling and fuck bench are located. Once there I looked at the guys jacking off to the porn videos and the guys strolling the corridor, then climbed onto the fuck horse and bent over exposing my freshly loaded hole to anyone who was interested. As typically happens at the baths in the open areas guys are reluctant to make the first move so I had to wait a couple minutes until a scruffy bear sidled up and felt my ass. I purred and looked straight ahead as I felt him remove his towel. He slapped his cock on my trench a couple times to firm it up, then asked "You ready?" I nodded and he slid his cock head into my ass. Reaching back, I felt a very nice cock, uncut and kinda spongy - oh, and it wasn't covered. The scruffy bear seemed to be of Mediterranean ancestry, and was a bonafide top who was definitely into fucking hard. In fact the bench squeaked a couple times as he fucked with enough force to move it forward as he buried himself deeply up my ass. Now a few guys gathered as often happens when one hears a hot fuck happening in the baths. On older guy (had to be 60 or more) leaned down and whispered "Do you like that bare cock up your ass boy?" I whimpered a 'yes sir' as the top continued to pound my hole. Then the old guy again leaned down again and quietly announced "I'm next." About a hundred thrusts later the Mediterranean top decided to take a break, tapping my ass twice as he withdrew. True to his word the older silver daddy was ready to take over and my hole was empty for less than ten seconds. This guy had a long slender cock and was ready to pop almost as soon as he got in me. I guess watching the other guy really turned him on. He pumped 40 or 50 times and then asked if I wanted his load loud enough for everybody watching to hear. I said "Yes Sir" again and he grunted through four more thrusts, plunged in balls-deep, bent over and kissed my neck as his cock continued to spasm. After that I needed a break. I went to shower then back to my room to chill, and re-lube. I decided to open my door and bend over on my bed exposing my ass to the corridor. On a whim, I checked Grindr on my phone. It was amazing how many guys were on the app within 50 feet of my room. It seemed counter-intuitive to be using the web to hookup when so many horny naked guys were walking the halls, but who was I to tell others how to get it on? I was on the bed presenting my ass for almost 10 minutes (according to my phone) when a smooth Latin twinky guy felt my ass. I startled a bit as I did not see him approaching, but he was hot and wearing nothing but an Andrew Christian BLOW jockstrap. He smiled and asked "Are you open for business, baby?" "For you? Definitely yes. Do you want a condom?" "Not unless you want me to," he replied. I just handed him my lube bottle and he handed me his vial of poppers. I don't buy poppers myself but will use them when offered and so I took a sniff in each nostril then buried my head in my pillow. The twink took a couple hits on the poppers and by then was nice and hard. His cock was at least seven inches and rather thick. He didn't bother removing his jockstrap which, somehow, added to the experience. Instead he simply pulled his meat out to one side. He had some trouble finding my hole but eventually got in. He was my thickest cock of the evening so far but as I had been fucked a few times by now I was able to handle it pretty well. This kid loved to talk as he fucked. "You like that. Take that dick." I love verbal tops. I moaned a lot and several times whimpered 'Oh, fuck'. It was very hot. He must have fucked my ass for ten minutes and by the end he was dripping sweat onto my back. "Are you close?" I asked, to which he replied "Anytime you're ready, guy." "Go for it." He pumped hard for about a minute, then pulled out and told me to turn around. I thought he wanted to finish missionary but as I turned around he held the top of my head, aimed his cock and let loose six thick ropes of cum onto my face. It was a gusher. One landed in my eye, three on my forehead (and hair) and two on my chin. As I was still trying to open my left eye, he had already tucked his poppers in his jock and was opening the door. "Thanks, man" was all he said. After that fuck I was almost done. I decided to end my evening I'd be super slutty. I decided to walk back up to the third floor and get into the sling, but I decided to do it without wiping the cum off my face. The sauna was not as busy now but I still passed quite a few guys on my way back up the stairs. Some guys gave me a funny look, and one guy remarked "I guess you had a good time," which brought a smile to my face. Arriving on the third floor, I found the sling unoccupied so I climbed aboard. Now, as I said the crowd had thinned out by now so I had to sit in the sling for a while without any action. Two guys came up to feel me up a bit and when they saw the shiny cum on my face in the dim red light of the sling area they seemed to be put off, almost as if the sight of a guy in a sling looking to be fucked is okay, but somehow if the same guy's face is spunked-up, well, that's uncool. Oh, well. After another five minute wait I was all set to call it a night when a short blond daddy with thinning hair and glasses (who honestly looked a bit like Alan Ford in Snatch), came up to the sling. Taking off his towel he hung it over the chain, then caressed my legs and torso as he jerked slowly on his cock. I was able to reach down and get a feel for his tool. Oh my. Oh no. This guy, who could not have been more than 5'7" and 140 pounds, had the thickest cock I have ever held. It was probably eight inches length (which admittedly isn't super huge) but as to the girth of his cock? It's enough to report I couldn't close my hand around it. It was thicker than my wrist. (I have thin wrists, but still.) He looked at me and asked if it was okay. "I'm honestly not sure," I replied. "I'll take it slow," he said. I was still hesitant but figured I was in the sling at the bathhouse, face covered in cum, I'm pretty much obligated to allow a guy who wants to fuck me to do so. He had a small tool kit and pulled out some lube and greased his cock. He was so short I'm pretty sure he had to get on his tip toes to line up his cock with my hole. First couple tries gave no joy, but he was persistent and broke through on the fourth try. I felt every millimetre of his massive mushroom cockhead as it pushed past my ring, then tried to breathe as he very slowly filled my (previously) tight ass with his cut cock. As he got in he held me tight to against his crotch and commented "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere. We'll stay right here until you're ready." After about 30-45 seconds of trepidation I gave the 'okay' and he slowly pulled out to leave just the head in. Then pushed deep. Then out. Oh wow. I was doing it. I started to moan "Oh wow. Big cock." Then we started to really fuck. Oh my, he was holding me tight and humping up into my ass and I was crying out (not super loud, but loud enough for a public area of a bathhouse). "Oh you're fucking me. You're fucking me with that big cock! Oh fuck. It's bare, you're fucking me with a big bare cock." By now there was half a dozen guys watching. Some closely. Most were jerking off. He was humping me steady, I was whimpering constantly telling him not to stop and to "Fuck me like a bitch,." He fucked up into my ass from below another minute or two then casually plopped out. I sighed knowing he was gonna have to put it back in. He grunted lightly and smiled at me. I asked if he was getting close and he told me he had already blown his load. He had bred my hole without me even knowing it. I asked if it was a big load and he said "Oh yeah." It was then I started to feel the cum seeping out of my ass. It was obviously taking a few seconds for my hole to return to it original state and in the interim all the spunk was seeping onto the floor at the base of the sling. One guy to my left was watching and remarked the fuck session looked really hot, fisting his cock with energy. "You gonna cum?" I asked. He nodded and I motioned for him to cum on my face. He turned and blew his load mostly on my chin and shoulder. My Alan Ford lookalike thanked me for the best fuck he's had in a while and went off to the showers. I sat in the sling for another minute and then did the same. I was a mess but oddly my hole was not sore from the huge cock I had just taken. I was surprised and silently thanked the top again for being such a good fucker and giving me the best fuck I have ever had. It was only after I had returned to my room ans started the process of dressing to leave that I realized I had not yet blown my own load. I thought for a moment about going back for more cock but decided nothing could top my sling experience and I would just go home and jerk off. I then laughed to myself remembering that the best dicking I had ever taken was for free.

Ever since I was stealth pozzed, I toyed with the idea of stealthing someone, as a sort of a pay back kind of thing. But never realllly got the nerve to be that devious till I met Chris online. He was a 29 year old who hit me up one late night while I was searching for some ass to fuck BB. ALthough Chris had never experienced BB, he had fantasized about doing so. We chatted on and off for about a month, dicussing BB sex, and a whole array of deviant behavior including threesomes and rape scenes. Not once did he ever question my status, even after a brief dicussion on HIV. We talked about getting together, and playing around and what we would get into, and it always ended in him getting bred. However, every time I pressed to meet, he had some sort of excuse - until last Friday. He emailed me, and we chatted for a while. I could tell he was leading up to something. Finally he finally asked if I would come over and fuck around. I had a few things to do, so I told him I would, but it might be late. He was ok with that, as he wanted to shower, and lay down for a while. He told me he would leave the door unlocked and I should just let myself in, and come up to his bedroom. I didn't really have anything to do, but I wanted some time to plan. My head was whirling with the possibilities. I telephoned one of my POZ buddies, Mike, and described the situation. He agreed to come along. After a short drive, Mike and I pulled up to the address Chris had given. It was late, about midnight or so, and no lights were on in the house. As he promised, the door was unlocked, and we quietly made our way to the bedroom. Although, it was dark, we could see Chris laying on the bed. Nice, hot ass, well toned, tan, and sound asleep. I motioned Mike to head back out into the hallway so we could devise a plan. Devious minds think alike, so we went back into the bedroom, looking around we found some silk neck ties... perfect to tie Chris up. While Mike slowly put Chris' hands behind his back and carefully tied them up, I slowly, slid Chris' boxers off to expose the hottest bubble ass I had seen in some time. Chris stirred a little so we stopped briefly so he would drift back to sleep. As he started snoring again, Mike and I undressed. We were both rock hard and oozing precum like mad, so we carefully took turns dipping our cocks in and out of Chris' open mouth. Then, as Mike dipped his cock head in and out of Chris' mouth, I start slow and easy rimming Chris' ass. He stirred a little, a few moans, and his ass started to gyrate as I opened him up with some finger play. Of course Chris awoke about then and Mike slid a pillow case over Chris' head. Not surprisingly, Chris thrashed about, trying to get loose, so I reminded him of his invitation, and suggested he simply relax. He apparently took me to heart and I was able to go go back to rimming his hot pink hole. He moaned even louder. Mike meanwhile adjusted the pillowcase and uncovering Chris' mouth, slid his cock down Chris' throat. Obviously he was a little freaked out that there were two of us, but again I whispered for him to relax and enjoy. After licking his hot hole for a while, he was all wet and open, so I slid his ass over the edge of the bed and put his feet on the floor... Chris was moaning and begging me to fuck him, to breed him raw, and to give him his first BB experience. How could I resist? I asked him several times, "Are you sure?" and he was BEGGING me to fuck him. When my cock head was pressed against his hole, Mike put his two hands on Chris' shoulders to hold him in place. In one stroke I slid my seven and a half-inch bare poz cock in his ass - deep. He winced with the pain. Again I asked him "Are sure you want this?" And again he BEGGED me to fuck him. Without a further word I began to fuck his NEG ass - as hard and as fast as I could, only stopping to pull out once in a while, only to plunge back in deeper. After about 30 minutes, I pulled out and let Mike take a turn. I got down and whispered to Chris "This is Mike's cock. Take it deep, it's huge." Mike drove his cock balls deep. Chris let out a cry, which I answered by saying "Stop being a damn pussy boy. You've been begging and teasing me for weeks, with all sorts of excuses of why you couldn't meet. Now we are here. Shut up and take it like a bitch." Mike and I took turns fucking Chris' ass for over an hour, and eventually decided it was time for him to get what he so wanted: a load of cum up his raw ass. Before I blew my load I briefly explored Chris' ass, my fingers played with his hole. He was a little bit bloody after all the fucking, but I still fingered him up a bit, deliberately scraped him up a little more - just for effect. My cock pressed against his swollen hole, I asked him if he was ready for his first BB load. Again he BEGGED me "please breed me." I slowly slid my cock in him and said "you sure?" He gave an unqualified reply "Fuck YES!" so I resumed fucking him with all I had to the point my balls were swelling, ready to unload, Chris was bucking his hips against me, moaning with desire to be bred. I stopped, and leaned down and whispered "You sure you want my load in your ass?" He moaned "uh huh." My cock still sliding in and out and I said "Mike and I are both POZ. Toxic poz. If I cum in your ass you will be too. You want my TOXIC CUM?" At first he was shocked, scared, and started to try and wiggle out from under me, but Mike held him in place, all the while my cock slid in and out of him, although admittedly somewhat slowly. Within 30 seconds he calmed down, his hips arched up to meet my strokes. Again I asked him if he was ready for my raw load. He replied "CUM IN MY ASS PLEASE. I WANT YOU TOXIC CUM IN MY ASS. POZ my ass up like the bitch I wanna be. PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR LOAD." That was all the encouragement I needed. I fucked the shit out of his ass and my balls aching to release that toxic cum breeding this ass with POZ poison. As I blew, wave after wave of poison into his neg bare ass, Chris cried with pleasure, cum streaming out of his cock. Then Mike took my place and fucked him again and gave him a SUPER STRAIN that was sure to knock-up his ass. When we were finished, we dressed, not saying a word, and left him blindfolded and tied. About eight weeks later I saw Chris online. We chatted and he said he had fun and would love to get together again. I said "Cool, how about today?" Chris begged off, however, saying he was sick with the FLU.....hahahahhahhaha......

This happened several years ago. I found myself in Florida on business a day or so after a hurricane had passed through. Timing, right? Anyway, I get to my hotel and there are several satellite vans in the parking lot. It seems several of the major cable news outlets had been holed up there during the storm. Whatever. So I'm checking in and get cruised BIG TIME by a well known cable TV weather reporter. I cruise back and soon enough we are in the same elevator and he follows me to my room. We waste no time. I strip, hit my knees and suck his uncut, veiny cock. I suck cock for one purpose: To get it hard enough to fuck me. Once it get that first taste of precum, I know he's ready. I drop my pants, turn around, bend over the desk, and offer up my fuckhole. Without skipping a beat, the fucker spits in my hole and rams into me Iike he owns it. EXACTLY the way I need it. Total spit 'n shove, pump 'n dump scene. He was merciless and singular minded. This was about him getting his nut - the fuckhole be damned. And get his nut, he did. The slightest growl passing his lips as I felt his cock contracting over and over deep in my guts. And then, without warning, he ripped his cock out of me, pulled his pants up and was out the door without a word spoken the whole time; leaving me with a fuckhole full of spunk. The next morning, all the cable trucks were gone, not to be seen again for the rest of my stay. Over the years, I've seen this guy on TV off and on...gives me a chub every time.

PART EIGHT I spent the next couple of weeks taking cocks and loads from a couple of guys per day, so I was fast on my way to being a full-time whore. And I was also enjoying every minute of it. Who knew that life could feel so fulfilling being used like this? Most people hear about the rough lives of prostitutes but, if done right, it can be a dream come true. It certainly was mine. At the beginning of my third week as a paid whore, Drake came into the bedroom with a little extra swagger in his step, fanning his face with a post-it and grinning a big shit-eating grin that was so damn sexy. I knew that he had something to tell me, but I had to have him right now. Despite my whoring, he hadn’t wavered in his need to use me, too. I was concerned that he might think I was too slutty or used up to want to touch me or have anything to do with me, but Drake is one of the rare men who gets more into you the sluttier you get. Rather than give him time to say anything about the client I know he was just about to mention, I lay on my back and raised my legs up, bending my knees and pulling them up by my chest, giving him a clear view of my hungry hole. His cock immediately sprang to life and he tossed the post-it over his shoulder and dove face first onto the bed, landing mere inches from my hole. Seconds later his tongue was wetting me, and still seconds after that I felt him shifting and lining his big cock up with my hole. Drake fucked me just as passionately as ever, slamming me hard and deep, despite any discomfort that I might be experiencing. Truth be told, I no longer registered discomfort with him. This is my place, and I just welcomed any side-effect of him fucking me. Besides, my hole had been busted open properly by him long ago, so no matter how he fucked me, I only wanted more. I begging him to rape my ass and infect me again. He’d been getting into the idea of ‘re-infection’ lately, and was trying to find more toxic guys to add their strains to my ass. And hopefully to pass on to him. I would never fuck him, and he never wanted me to. But we had some other plans to get new strains into his bloodstream. In the mean time, he railed into me, making the headboard crash against the wall again and again, while I moaned like a whore and he grunted like the fuckstud he is, until finally I felt his dick begin to swell in my tunnel, knowing he was just about to flood me again. And I felt it as I always did with him, firing off rounds of viral cum into my hungry hole. "Take it, take that fucking poz cum!" he howled. And as soon as his cum shot out of his dick head, it triggered my own balls to erupt and I shot cum all up my stomach, chest and neck. Normally Drake would allow himself to just collapse on top of me while our breathing returned to normal, but this time, with my own mess on me, he stayed hovering over me, looking deep into my eyes. After a long moment, he leaned forward and began to lap up all of my cum. With his hard cock still buried deep inside of me, slowly oozing the last of his seed into me, he bent down and placed his lips to mine. As soon as our tongues sought each others, all of the cum flooded into my mouth, and we were passing it back and forth until we finally, eventually, swallowed it all. Never, ever, is a drop of cum wasted in our house. Cum goes in my ass and stays there until my walls absorb it all (and sometimes there is a helluva lot of cum!!) or it goes in our stomachs, mine more often than his. But the more our intimacy grows, the more he seems open to accepting my offering, too. Finally, breathing returning to normal, cocks less hard, we lay on our backs staring up at the ceiling. Panting. Smiling. “I fucking love you,” I told him, turning my head to study his profile. Drake rolled onto his side to look me straight in the eyes, reached up and cupped the back of my head with his big hand and pulled me closer to kiss me once again, and then said, “And I fucking love you. I never knew I’d feel like this, but you do it to me.” “You do everything to me. I never would have been able to be free like this if it wasn’t for you,” I told him honestly. And it’s true -he’d freed the whore in me that I struggled to suppress for my entire life. “Now, what is the job that you looked so happy about?” I asked him. “Oh, yeah!” he exclaimed, jumping off of the bed and retrieving the little paper. “This is a good one, babe. Full-blown AIDS fucker. Just found out his meds quit on him a while back and didn’t realize that he was going full-blow or that his viral load was sky-rocketing. He’s been holding off fucking anyone because he’s scared of what will happen. But said he figured that if he was paying someone, and our ad says any load taken, so he offered a couple of thousand for a couple of hours.” Drake was sitting next to me on the bed as he told me all of this, and I couldn’t help but notice that we were both rock hard again as he explained all of this to me. Clearly the thought of being fucked by this sick man was a huge turn-on for the both of us, and I couldn’t fight my animal urges. I rolled over, shoving Drake onto is back and I straddled him, immediately lowering my cummy hole onto his hard meat. I sat down in one movement, balls-deep, threw my head back and sighed loudly. “Yessss,” I hissed. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, babe. I love how hungry that hot ass is.” As I rode his cock, rising up and slamming myself down hard to probe as deep inside of me as possible, Drake shoved his hips up to meet me, making sure to penetrate me as far as his meat could manage. We kept this up for about 10 minutes until I heard his breathing change and knew that he was about to flood my guts again, so I rode him even harder. "Do it," I begged. "Give me that fuckin' charged sperm. Knock me up, baby!" I was grunting and he was groaning, and we blasted off together, this time my load spray-painting his furry chest and stomach, while he did the same to my insides. Going for a repeat of earlier, I leaned down and licked up my load and put my mouth to his until we’d devoured it all. His cock was still nearly hard inside of me, so I just sat upright and enjoyed the feeling of fullness. It was better than any meditation I’ve ever tried, I can tell you that. Just as I was coming out of my sex-stupor, Drake placed the little post-it in my hand and grinned. I looked at it and my stomach instantly did flips. Something of a mixture of fear and excitement raced through me. The name on the paper was one I knew -my boss from the job that I quit to become a whore! As I stared at the paper, almost hypnotized by it, I realized that Drake was once again thrusting up into me. I looked down past the paper in my hand and saw that I was rock hard -again! “You’re such a fucking slut,” Drake chuckled as he rammed up into me. “Your slut,” I told him, tossing the paper over my shoulder and putting all of me into another fuck.

As the matter of fact, yes I do. http://barebackbastards.com/25950/raunchy-piss-play/

5 anon loads marinating in my guts. NEEDING more....

Very valuable information above for any 'aspiring cum-dumpster'. Sometimes when opportunity BANGS on the door, one needs to 'improvise'. For example, I was 'ambushed' last night with a proposal: to accompany my most 'photogenic' stripper buddy and fetish-wear 'joy-maker' at the local BLACKOUT sex-party. He is a major cum-dumpster and takes loads and dicks like a champ and he is my 'role model'... THE PRESSURE WAS ON to be squeaky clean and ready to rock-and-roll and not 'embarrass' myself as I just KNEW the two of us would be in the best-lit of the dark locations and basically put on a show and get to 'cherry-pick' the players as they would mill about like spectators at the county fair: watching the bull-ruts and the champ-pigs get it on. It was a SEEDY HONOR - failure was not an option! What worked in my favor was that the whole day I had forgone meals the whole day, grindr-hunting and getting lame proposals, you know SAFE and all that - In frustration l nibbled as the day wound down as a MEATLESS Friday! An unsuccessful raw-cock-quest on all channels! No bbrt, grindr and even hitting up the AT WORK regulars wasn't gonna yield the desired candidates... yeah sure, there would have been the 'man-bear-pig' and a few fister couples with play-rooms who I know personally for years and have been begging me to 'hang out'... but I was in a fussy mood, the way I shop for groceries or can look at an all-you-can-eat buffet and then just have one plate of sushi... Right after settling down and running into hard luck my (much younger) man and I had a miserable phase: of eating too much and me moving up to a size 34. As can be predicted me and my man became asexual, like lots of conventional MARRIED couples. Well that all changed when he in a fit of desperation and late-night drunkenness passed out and I caught his phone wide open with MULTIPLE SCRUFF and GRINDR suitors and prospective 'discreet cheaters' indulging with him in very lewd and carnal proposals... The pragmatic peace-deal was struck rather than 'breaking up'! I proposed from now on THE GAME IS ON! Back to the gym, getting wholesome and most of all FREE RAW SEX and no jealousies and TOTAL SPORTS-FUCKING. That has worked out great since those days less than 2 years ago. I'm down to a legit size 31 again! We are now REBORN BREEDERS! True barebackers! No loads refused... pretty much! LOL Well he was tired last night but ENCOURAGED me and my stripper friend to GO AND GET SOME FOR THE TEAM!!! Late start at 10.30 ON THE MAT, expected to be squeaky clean and naked, putting on the exhibitionist show!!!! BUT... just at 6.30, a few hours earlier we had the (once every other day) BIG SALAD dinner: greens, tomatoes, yummies and roasted chicken cut thin... well that could spell disaster. PURGING crossed my mind but I figured 'that's not my thing' and the fuel was already way up the production line... "GO clean out again!" my man instructed, which is kinda hot in light of me going out, EXPECTED to get lots of strangers' cocks as both of us have embraced the bottoming side of the bareback underground. I did like all the advice above... clean and clean, getting passed the 'kink' and seeing indignities go down the drain. Rinse and repeat! It all seemed to go well and ahead of schedule. 'All clear'! But just on a hunch I went back as the clock was ticking and my stripper buddy was getting closer on the highway, updating me... ONE MORE TIME for a nozzle hosing! To make sure! Damn, like I had never really tried earlier, more indignities!!! "I don't think it's going to work today!" I said to my man, as I was despairing that maybe my 'opportunity window' for good clean butt-sex had passed. DAMN! Frustration... but my man said: "Go 'PASSED THE KINK', do it again, walk around, repeat and relax!!!" The devil was right! The little cum-dumpster with his method! Turns me on recalling all the hard champ-cocks I watched him take over the last well, two years, since we joined 'Team bareback'. So at I was on my way, in the adult club at 10.30, rigged up in fetish gear by my friend and his jaded bros. I hit the sex mat and the amateur show went down. Two very articulate black twinks with a quickly professed determination to top! The dude who wanted to 'do me later with a rubber' was quickly dropped from the man-orgy of like 6 other naked players! NO CONDOMS EVER! bores the fuck out of me now! So random anon dicks were sliding up my ass which was hiked up to entice the suitors! Mostly timid players just wanting to make 'skin-on-skin' contact... Still awkward at this... But my luck held out! I had dicks in my ass and awe-struck strangers reach in between, fingering my jizz-blasted insides, verifying TRUE RAW BREEDING had occurred. My stripper buddy bred me too, and the grand prize, the bar-tender with his double-wide Arkansas country-boy, cut, leathery, All-American breeder cock! The awestruck spectators milling about were all jacking to Jesus and no awkward 'malfunction' happened... it all smelled like cum and poppers the whole night, oh yeah and sweat and lube but no 'accidents'... Very important because I CRAVE the jizz and proudly carried my dick-stretched cum-dumpster ass back home and the buck-seed is in the final stages of full absorption! I'm still tingling and my man hasn't even asked me of what went down... love how jaded we have become! No jealousies, just bros discussing 'THE GAME' and the SCORES! But he worked hard all week and he went back to sleep, not having asked me about what went down! Can't wait to tell him! and I suspect that even though I WORKED IT from 10.30 to 1.30, I'm bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.... wanting more cock... no ugly calls of nature yet!!! If I'm lucky and manage to 'evade big breakfast plans', I might be ready and squeaky-clean for the next crew of suitors... Love how me and my bros trade our 'trade secrets' of how to be an 'EVER-READY' cum-dumpster....

Part 3 - THY KING-DOM CUM: “WELCOME TO FOOT LONG FRIDAYS,” the BBC bull said as he welcomed me into his home. I guessed it was his house. Raymond - the mandingo tagger security guard who nutted me and had given me a ride before handcuffing me and dragging me into the house - had called the man Pops. I was tweaked on Tina and bold and maybe just a tad mouthy when I replied, “Wait - isn’t it Saturday?” SLAP! A good slap to the side of the head shut me up and as I wiped the unexpected tears from my eyes from the sting, the BBC bull stepped closer, the wet tip of his dick pressed between the crack of my closed thighs and he asked, “You know how to serve a dominant black man? YOU KNOW HOW TO SERVE A DOMINANT BLACK KING?” Fucking Christ I about shot a wad right then and there! Seconds later my pants had been hauled down, my white peach ass exposed, my pink hole turned red and wet as I was invited to experience what Foot Long Fridays meant - extra meat! My host calmly explained as he wiggled his 12-inch snake inside my ass like a python slithering in its den, “I’m a BOSS. I got that that uncut bussy beater that likes to fuck throats and stretch holes. I like wet sloppy puss puss. Fucking hell - looks like my boy done me right today bringing me your fucking whore ass. I can smell that nicca nutt dripping out. What’d he give you? Two loads? Three? It’s all good - I know how to use a cum dump that needs it’s box beat and skeeted.” Suddenly my ass had a VACANCY sign in bold neon colors above it as the bull pulled his mahogany dick from my hole and casually walked over to the counter by the door to the garage. I clumsily turned around; my hands still cuffed behind my back and my pants now around my ankles. I was breathing hard from the pain of his 12-inch invasion, yet my puny white dick stood straight and tall like a lighthouse against the rough seas. I then started to stammer over my own tongue as the bull pulled out a holster, gun, badge and keys, set them on the ceramic tiled counter, then casually unclipped the gun and badge and hefted them in each hand as if he was the scales of justice trying to assess if my ass was worthy. He walked back to me, held the gold badge out, I squinted and read the words on the gold star DEPUTY SHERIFF - PRINCE GEORGE’S CO. Fuck he was a cop! My eyes wide, the bull laughed, “Yeah, I’m a LEO - Law Enforcement Officer, but that don’t stop me from fucking over pussy bottoms like you. You a pussy bottom? Want this big mandingo dick tagging that ass again?” While I tried to get my mouth to form a reply the bull daddy held up a small set of keys, “Those handcuffs my boy clamped on you look tight? Are they too tight? Here, let me fix that.” I naively smiled, turned, and pushed my locked wrists back so he could take the cuffs off. A snick and turn and the right cuff dropped away from my wrist. I exhaled in relief, brought my arm around and with the cuff still dangling from my left arm began to rub it, joyous in my freedom. “WHAT THE FUCK! HEY - WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING MAN -STOP - NO NO NO!” I cried out. Too late. The BBC daddy bull grabbed my wrists and with ease reclamped the handcuffs around them once again so I was bound and chained – this time with my hands in front. I grunted as Raymond’s pops spun me around and slammed all 12-inches of his swollen dick back into my wet ass. My handcuffed wrists clanged against the old tile of the kitchen counter as the BBC dick slid in and out and back and forth like a lumberjack. “YOU EVER BEEN JAIL FUCKED? I GIVE FAGGOT BOYS LIKE YOU THAT FIRST LESSON OF WHAT IT’S LIKE TO GET DICKED RAW THEN THROWN INTO GEN POP FOR ANYONE BIGGER THAN YOU TO BREED THAT BITCH ASS. READY TO GET THAT ASSHOLE RAMMED? GET THAT SPINAL TAP? YOU BETTA SNORT YOUR TINA UP YOU TWEAKED OUT FREAK - I GOTS THAT BOSS DICK AND PLAN TO DEEP STROKE THAT HOLE, BANG IT OUT, QUENCH THAT THIRSTY PUSSY!” I cried, yelped, squirmed, whimpered, pleaded, and begged as that 12-inch bull dick took charge and rape fucked my raw ass like a man who had been offered his first bite of food in days. I screamed in frustration as once again he yanked his dick out, leaving my hole gaping and feeling air. He laughed as he slapped my ass hard, “FUCKING BITCH, CHILL A SEC. I GOTTA BURN ONE THEN WE’LL GET THE FREAK BACK ON.” I was prancing my ass back and forth like a ballerina in the Nutt Cracker as my ‘slut mode’ kicked in and my hole wanted to swallow that dick to the root! I sighed and my eyes rolled back in my head as Pops started banging me again, slamming me against the kitchen counter like some $2 whore. “QUIT YOUR SQUIRMING!” he demanded, “YOU WANT THIS DICK OR WHAT? IF YOU WANT SOME MORE NUTT IN THAT WHITE PUSSY THEN HOLD THE FUCK STILL AND LET ME WRECK IT, BREAK IT, AND TREAT IT BAD. BREED YOU LIKE THE SKANK PUSSY TAIL YOU ARE. I DON’T DO STREET BITCHES, BUT I WILL TURN YOU OUT AND MAKE YOU INTO ONE. THAT WHAT YOU WANT? WANNA BE A STREET BITCH WHORE? LET A BUNCH OF NICCAS TAG THAT PUSSY UNTIL IT’S DRIPPING AND DROPPING CREAM? YOU A WORTHY PUSSY BOY FOR MY LOAD? ARE YOU? TELL ME HOW GOOD YOU ARE - HOW WORTHY YOU ARE? HOW MUCH YOU DESERVE MY FUCKING NUTT! FUCK YEAH - TELL ME - FUCK YEAH BEG FOR THIS BOSS DICK - FUCK YEAH TAKE THIS FUCKING LOAD MOTHA-FUCKA!” Minotaur semen drizzled from my heifer hole as the BBC bull continued to seed me deep. It took a long time for his shaft to soften, and when it finally did and he eased back out of my hole he cuffed the side of my head, “GET THE FUCK ON YOUR KNEES, LICK THAT DICK CLEAN.” I was happy to oblige and greedily suckled and nursed on that thick shaft, tasting the rank and file of his deep fuck. But then as soon as the blood began to engorge him again he slapped me again, “Get the fuck up. Come on.” I huffed in frustration at now having two holes free of dick. I snorted some more Tina, stood up, awkwardly tried following after him then stopped, kicked my sneakers off, pulled my pants all the way off, and finally feeling free, walked around the bar counter to the dining area where he was seated at the head of the table, legs splayed, his dick dripping aftermath onto the old, worn carpet. The BBC bull relit his blunt, exhaled, the wafts of smoke like gossamer in the early morning sun that peeked in through the sliding glass doors that opened to the back yard. He looked at me and said as a statement and not a question, “YOU’RE A TAGGING SLUT.” OK, yeah, no shit Dick Tracey. He pulled his phone close, “Let me text the guys and let em know I got a tag team whore here needing that pussy gaped.” Again - not a question or even asking - just a statement. While my BBC host seemed chilled and satisfied I was anxious and horny as fuck. I was also itching to get those damned cuffs off and roughly slapped my chained wrists up on the table in front of him. He glared at me like I had just nicked the Crown Jewels. Fuck that table was older and more worn than the house and I easily counted a dozen scorch marks around his ashtray from where somebody let smokes burn out on the wood. He shook his head as if in answer to a question only he could hear then said, “I’m a LEO - Prince George’s County Sheriff's Department, but I’m off for the next several days so I plan to be that straight-up-buck and party and fuck til my balls drop off.” I started to say, “Yeah you said that already,” but caught myself and instead said, “Is Raymond your son? Like biological son or just play son?” He laughed, “Play son? Whatever the fuck is that? No, he’s my blood son. I was 12 when his momma popped him out.” I must have choked on my Tina spit, because he laughed then continued, “Yeah I was fucking and breeding pussy as a real youngin. I had to. Christ, my balls and dick just ached all the God damn time. By 17 I had 5 kids spread around the DMV that I knew of and sure there was a lot more, but my boy’s the only one still in the area.” he then paused, inhaled his smoke, looked off into space a bit somber, then said, “My daddy had tried to tell me when the first one came along but I didn’t listen.” Time slowly marched on as he sat there, his words hanging in the air, mixing with his weed smoke. My Tina ADD kicked and I huffed and asked, “Tell you what man?” My BBC bull host took his time to reply to my prodding question, “My daddy told me that with a dick like mine and being the horny fuck that I was born to be - just like him - to not make the same mistakes he made and to only fuck street whores, gangbang sluts, and boy pussy. The hole didn’t matter as long as I got my nutt and dropping a bunch of babies was not worth it. He was right. I might have learned late, but by the time I hit 18 and went to college that’s all I fucked - whores, sluts, and boy butt and my boy’s listened better than I did and learned right.” Yeah, I could attest to that. Then my eyes got wide and my mouth made a little “OH!” joyous sound as what he said finally connected in my Tina-addled brain - I had just taken loads from a son and his father - both huge BBC - fucking hot! The mandingo’s phone started buzzing and skittering on the rough hewn tabletop. He set the blunt between his lips, his eyes squinching as he inhaled and read and scrolled through the messages. He set the phone down, put the blunt on the chipped edge of the ashtray, and as the plume of 420 smoke twirled and whirled towards the cobweb covered ceiling light above he smiled and said, “Some of the fellas are on their way so we can all keep fucking the shit outta you. We all professional guys - let’s see - there’s a fireman from one county over, some white collar office guys, a landscape company owner. Oh damn! Bet he would like seeing you get ganged by his work crew! A couple of post office workers and other federal government folks and a few armed service buddies - maybe a dozen or so of us who are tight with another dozen or two I can hit. Don’t worry about no hood ghetto stupid antics shit. We’re all professional and straight, married, single, divorced, widowed, or whatever, but what we got in common is true horse shaft dicks meant to train bitches and we like barebacking whores. I know you’re a tagging whore and since I already dipped and slipped up in that jizzed pussy know you ready for the next level of the game. My son’s still a youngin and trust - we go hard! But….” There was a long, drawn out pause as he hit the blunt again, exhaled, savored the sweet, tangy, high, then said, “But first, we gotta shave that pussy. You got a bunch of short and curlies back there like you full of BBC protein and it’s ‘Pussy Hair Gone Wild’!” I followed the BBC bull up the carpeted stairs, down a hall, through a bedroom with a half made, rumpled bed, and into the master bath. The counter was covered with the typical manly mess, scattered half-smoked blunts, and other drug/personal grooming paraphernalia. I was ordered to bend over the piss caked toilet and my hole quivered as the BBC bull licked his lips, fingered my cummy hole, wiped the edges dry, used a pair of electric trimmers to do a quick shearing, then took a cheap drugstore razor and began trimming as my bussy bush. I yelped as my crack got nicked, and instead of apologizing he just gave me a hard slap across the ass and laughed. Lesson learned - a dude chilled out on 420 is probably not the best barber for your tender bits. A few more wipes with the dry towel and he asked, “You ready to get pistol whipped by this LEO dick?” I bent forward with my head as far into the crusty toilet bowl as I could, my cuffed hands resting on the rim, opening my hole, fluttering my bussy lips, and begged for him to fuck me. I wanted to be used, degraded, dominated, humiliated, and stuffed with his 12-inches. He just laughed, walked back towards the door, grabbed a blunt, and lit up and headed back down stairs. Damn it! I paused before following, snorted two big nostrils full of Tina, then repeated. Fucking Christ that burned! Maybe I should get some water. I left the bathroom, headed down the stairs and towards the kitchen and was surprised when I did not find the BBC bull waiting. I took a dirty glass out of the sink, ran the tap, downed some water, and about jumped out of my skin when he bellowed from behind me, “GET THAT ASS OVER HERE - WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING?” I turned, followed; we went down the stairs this time and through a wooden door into the basement that looked like some animal had tried to claw it’s way through it to get out. The BBC bull said, “It’s rare that houses around here have a basement, but I had it added for extra when the house was built. This a place where the brothas can come, hang out, chill, watch a game on the big screen, drink, smoke or do whatever they want and when things get really rolling and we happen to find that whore hole that can handle being tagged by a mandingo pack who are all swinging big double digit dicks, then we also got a special place for that…” I stood outside a white door off to the side as he stepped into the next room, flicked a switch and had to smile as the dim lights barely illuminated a dark den of twisted sin. I followed him over to a credenza that was against the wall and watched as he started to roll a fresh blunt. I turned and looked around at the fuck bed in the middle of the room, the benches, pillows, a TV that he used the remote to turn on that was playing BDSM porn. I turned back when he slid a plate my way and said, “Snort up chem slut.” I then watched as he emptied several small baggies of pills into little candy dishes including one he piled high with Viagra. He then opened a drawer and pulled out huge bags of weed, then bags of Tina, and more. “Are you a drug dealer?” I asked. “Fuck no,” he replied, “You ever watched Power? You know the TV show with 50 Cent? I’m the distro. Fucking baby mamas drain me dry, so…well let’s just say I need to keep my side hustles going, but this bit of shit? This ain’t nothin. This is just same Candy Crush for the brothas. Here’s how shit going down - this ain’t about hanging out and becoming Facebook friends - it’s about a hot hole meeting a hot shaft and taking hot cum. These niccas will roll in, find you ass up/strung up - rape that shit, nutt, and bounce or maybe hit it again and repeat as some of the brothas are fucking long winded especially after they start dropping the pills. We may be professionals, but behind this door we can let the street thug in us out! We WILL hurt you. We WILL rape you. We WILL knock you out. We WILL chem you up until you pass out. The whole basement is sound proofed and this room is done like double, so you can fucking scream, cry, whatever as no one will hear and frankly that shit will make our dicks drip. I got one bro with 14-inches who will make you scream no matter what and I love fucking pussy after he’s dug around in it. What you want or say from now on don’t matter as we don’t give a fuck cause you’re getting fucked the way we want, how we want, when we want. You understand?” I shook in excitement and fear as I snorted more Tina and my eyes rolled back in my head as before I could catch my breath a dry, 12-inch BBC shaft was ripping back up my ass, “YOU READY FOR SOME MORE KING-DOM CUM IN THAT BUSSY? BEND THE FUCK OVER AND LET ME DIG BACK UP IN THERE. I LOVE SEEDING PUSSY THAT’S ALREADY WET WITH MY DNA. EVERY MANDINGO THAT COMES THROUGH IS GOING TO FUCK YOU RAW AND BREED YOU AS THEY TAG IN AND OUT.” The bull paused as he took another hit of his blunt, set it in the ashtray, reached into another drawer and pulled out a chewed up, brown leather belt. With his dick in my ass and my body pressed against the credenza he slipped the belt over my head, across my mouth, and like a good sub I instinctively opened my mouth as he worked the rough leather between my teeth like a harness bit. He yanked my head back and demanded, “RIDE THAT FUCKIN DICK! RIDE IT! WANT THIS KING NUTT? THIS DOM CUM? THIS KING-DOM CUM IN THAT PUSSY? FUCKIN TWEAKED OUT FAGGOT WHORE MAKE THAT ASS BOUNCE AND CLAP IF YOU WANT THIS SHAKE SHACK MILK IN YOU! FUCKING NASTY TAGGING SLUT - CUM SLUT. ARCH THAT GOD DAMN BACK! SHOW ME YOU’RE A SEX FREAK PUSSY HOLE. LET ME WRECK IT DEEPER - YOU WANT THAT 14-INCHER JIZZING YOUR GUTS? HUH? SHOW ME YOU WANT IT. I DON’T CARE IF YOU THINK YOU CAN’T FUCKING TAKE OR IT WON’T FIT. SMASH YOUR HOLE BACK ON MY DICK - THAT’S IT - SLAM BACK - LET ME SEE YOU BREAK YOUR OWN HOLE OPEN AS I BEAT IT DOWN WITH THIS LEO NIGHT STICK! TURN YOU INTO A JIZZ JUNKIE!” I was chewing at the leather belt in my mouth, spit drooling from the edges of my lips as I gripped the edge of the credenza with my cuffed hands and pushed back as hard as I could onto the BBC bull dick that was cutting and splitting me wider. “PUT IT BACK IN! PUT IT BACK IN!” I frustratingly pleaded as he yanked his dick out, dropped the belt on the floor, kicked the buckled end with his foot, then stepped beside me, relit his blunt, picked up his cell and checked the status of the other taggers. Fuck I hate when tops do that! Just as my hole opens up and I get into the groove they pull up sort. He exhaled, turned, pointed to an orange loop hanging from a dark length of chain from the ceiling, “See that?” he asked, “That’s my newest bitch fucker. Here - look at the site on my phone - https://www.mr-s-leather.com/suspension-hand-slings - It’s a Mr. S suspension sling. Me and the guys are going to chain you up just like this and fuck the livin shit outta you!” Two text messages popped up on the screen, he smiled, hit the blunt, set the phone down and said, “The brothas have started to arrive. I’ve got about 30-seconds before I have to start sharing that cunt - now bend the fuck over and take this 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!)

your cock needs more lube, bro....

Just got home from a work trip to Cincinnati. Took a handful of loads over a week at a Holiday Inn in West Chester. One (at least) was from a guy with a great biohazard tat. Always love seeing a guy with POZ PRIDE. He liked mine as well. Dropped a nice load in a dude on the way home.....Adult World north of Knoxville. He wanted it raw.....I asked if he knew what my tat meant. When he saw it, his eyes went bug-eyed...but he begged me to give him a tainted load. Can't argue with his thought process, so somewhere around Knoxville, a dude is think about the POZ load he got around lunch time today......maybe he is no this site---and will post of his view of the "transaction".

Met someone that lives close to me a couple weeks ago. He stopped by motel room, and before he could breed me, he shot deep down my throat. He lives close by me, but difficult for either of us to host, so we agreed to meet and breed on a trail in a park last night. Was a bit nervous, as the cops have been targeting parks lately. This one however is pretty rural and remote though. I waited in my car until he arrived. He was wearing gum shorts, and already had a tent in his shorts, along with a small wet spot. His cock is about 7, but the thickest Ive ever had. We quickly headed to the trail, but didn't go in too far. Found a nice place just off the trail that looked good for breeding. Sure enough it was, there was a pair of cum/piss stained underwear there, which turned both of us on even more. We both quickly dropped our shorts and I lubed up my hole for his massive meat. I leaned up against a tree, and he started pounding away without mercy. Even though I was well lubed, it hurt like a mother, almost bringing me to tears. He pumped me hard for about 10 minutes, before loading my cunt. After he finished, I cleaned his cock with my mouth, as every good bottom should, and we headed back to our cars. As we were walking the trail back, we ran across a couple heading in. All of us smiled as we walked past each other, knowing what they were there for.

Went to Cumunion this past Wed night and got fucked and used all over the sex club. I was wearing my usual jockstrap and collar and went to the darkroom first and it was crowded with guys getting it on. I pushed my way in to the fuck bench and was immediately bent over and assaulted by a huge dick plowing my pre-lubed cunt. I took some deep hits of poppers and then felt him pumping his hot load in my slut cunt as he said "take it bitch!" As soon as he pulled out another guy stuck his cock in and began pounding away. I began slamming my ass back on him and milking his cock with my cunt muscles and he said "take my poz load slut boy!" I took another deep hit of poppers as I felt him shoot his charged load deep in my diseased cunt. It was hot in the darkroom and after my second filling I needed to get some water. After the water break, I decided to try out one of the slings in the back of the club. Within a couple minutes, three guys came up and said they all wanted to fuck me. The first guy sunk his big cock in my cum filled hole while I started sucking the other two while they waited their turns on my ass. The first guy shot his load pretty quick and I sucked his cock clean while one of the other guys took his turn in my ass. He shot a huge load in my cunt and now it was time for the third guy to fuck me. This guy was bigger than the other two but he easily slid in and started abusing my hole while I snorted more and more poppers. I did my best to milk his cock as he called me a fucking cum dump and then felt him add his load to my collection. After all three finished fucking and filling me they told me they were all poz and not on meds. I needed another break so I got out of the sling and walked to another area of the club with my charged cunt pumped full of five poz loads. While standing against the wall by the cage area another guy started feeling my ass with cum leaking out of it. He bent me over right there and started fucking me in the hallway. I told him to give me his hot load and he moaned loudly and said "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" as he shot deep adding his load to the others. After the hallway fuck I went back to the darkroom and climbed into the sling there. Three more guys fucked me as I told them to use my slut hole and pump their toxic loads in me. By now my cunt was pretty loose and totally tore up as I shoved four fingers in my cum drenched ass. As I was walking out of the darkroom, this huge black guy started playing with my ass. As he felt all the cum in me, he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me into a private room. He told me to suck his huge cock and forced my mouth onto his cock. He was huge, at least 10" and thick, I took as much as I could down my throat as he made me gag. After sucking for a few minutes, he told me to bend over and he slammed all 10" into my stretched out poz cunt. He fucked me real hard banging my head into the wall as I was trying to get a hit of poppers. He kept saying, "take it slut, take my big cock!" as I begged for him to pump his load in me. He totally destroyed what was left of my cunt as he shot deep in me. I couldn't take anymore and got up and unlocked the door to head to the bathroom. So I had a great Cumunion and can wait for the next one!

Another repost from the bareback bible. Hey Guys Though I've been a member of this list for a while, I don't think I've ever posted anything other than a profile. I had an experience this weekend that was well worthy of sharing. First, I'll let you know that I'm a 28 year old, clean-cut, white-collar, jock-boy. I have a 9 inch dick, a bubble ass that's often described as "sweet" and I'm a preppy white boy. I'm usually a top and haven't really done anything outside of the "vanilla" category. I've recently become a lover of bareback sex. I'm tested regularly and have always been NEG. I realize that many may question my actions, but what can I say...I get off on skin to skin sex. End of discussion! I met a guy online Sunday afternoon. We agreed to meet and see how it went. I must admit, I was pleasantly surprised upon arriving at his home. He was about 40 years old, maybe 5'8", kind of stocky build, INCREDIBLE legs, bright green eyes, and dimples...a really rugged, handsome guy. He had already sent a pic of his cock, so I knew what he was packing. He was about 8 cut and thick. He had a great head on it, too! We talked and eventually ended up in the sack. At the beginning of the encounter he was a pretty easy-going guy, laughed a lot and had a great attitude. We smoked some pot and I explained that weed usually loosened me up and made me very horny. He explained that it made him a little more animalistic and more aggressive. Guys, he wasn't kidding! Once the lights were dimmed he became a different person. It was obvious he had a darker side and he was driven by the thought of using the hole of a guy that usually played top. He had me on my hands and knees with my ass high in the air like a bitch waiting to be bred. He rimmed me for a while and used his spit to open me up, gently started working his fingers into my hole. I started sniffing poppers and anticipating what was to be an incredible fuck! Eventually I felt the head of his cock at the opening of my hole. Within about 60 seconds he was buried to the hilt. I felt a mixture of pain and total ecstasy! He let it sit for a moment then started to slowly rock back and forth. My ass was still kind of tight, so each time he pulled out and pushed back in it kind of hurt...not that he cared much. He was mumbling something about using his pre-cum as lube. Having him talk dirty to me the entire time made it a bit more bearable. He continued to refer to me as his new hole. After about 10 minutes I was in desperate need of lube so we took a break, smoked more pot and changed positions. He put me on my back, stuffed a pillow under my ass and gave me a giant hit of poppers. In one thrust he was inside again. Guys, I can't describe the look on his face, but it was so fucking erotic to watch this incredibly handsome guy's expressions. I know you bottom boys know what it's like to watch a guy's face as his cock snakes it's way up your chute. I was really getting off on his facial expressions alone. Then he started talking again. He called me everything from his boy-pussy to his bitch. He talked about how he was going to knock me up and how much he wanted his juice to circulate in my system. Throughout this entire scene I realized that he had taken me from a vanilla top to his uninhibited bottom pig-boy. It's amazing the effect he had on me! By now I really was convinced I was his bitch! After some very intense fucking I felt his dick start to stiffen. For a minute or so it kept getting harder and harder and I felt as if he was literally busting my guts open. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and I was convinced he would cum at any moment, but he continued to fuck me deep and long. Fifteen or twenty minutes later I hit my extreme high; the pot and poppers had totally consumed me and my ass had truly became the fucked-out hole he wanted it to be. I was so relaxed that I could feel his pipe sink all the way in and go even further into that second ring of my ass. Dudes, TOTAL HEAVEN! As he got closer he asked where I liked for a guy to spray his jizz. In between thrusts and pants I asked if he was neg or poz...he smiled a nasty grin and said that at this point it didn't matter; he had already come in me once. As my drugged up brain tried to comprehend what he had just said, I started feeling his cock swell, once again becoming like a steel rod. That's when it hit me that he had actually shot in me 20 minutes earlier and hadn't even told me OR stopped fucking. Without me saying another word he took his hands and spread my legs and feet further apart, buried his tool deep and shot his second seed. It was too intense for me to hold off any longer. The idea that I had already unknowingly taken his sperm pushed me over the edge. With a head full of pot and poppers and an ass full of semen I shot all over my chest and face. After it was all over and I was cleaning up I asked him again if he was NEG or POZ. His exact response was, "You'll have to wait and see. Either way, time will tell." I spent the rest of the evening and all of this morning wondering if I've been inducted into the club. I have to admit, I'm not a chaser and usually if I know a guy is POZ I will ask him not to unload in me. I know I've taken some POZ loads, but I always end up staying NEG. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining - I'm just wondering if and when my luck will change. I'll be tested in a few weeks and let you guys know the results. In the meantime, I'm suppose to get together with this guy again tomorrow evening!

An interesting and honest post, Rawdawg13. A lot of what you say chimes with me... I've always been been a bit shy and self-conscious. It means I'm reluctant to take my shirt off in a club. If I'm in a play space I am more often in the periphery than the centre. When I saw friends and playmates getting far more action I took a long hard look at why and all I could conclude was a matter of attitude. Let me give an example: If I saw someone I liked in a cruising place - I might admire from across the room - edge closer - see if there's any body language or if he's noticed me - pick up courage what to do or say - and by the time I've made an approach I usually get a rebuttal or he's moved on and interested in someone else. I watched how my friend Marcus worked similar situations: he was really direct. No messing - straight in there, often on his knees! So I decided to try that approach and yes sometimes you get refused but the success rate was so much higher. In my case it just needed a bit of courage and getting over the possibility of rejection. I also looked at how more prolifically successful guys worked the clubs and saunas and in terms of group action they were not afraid to push their way into the centre of an active group and get stuck in. Guys like me watched from the outside and hoped that another guy on the outside might be interested. So I changed my behaviour again and became more assertive in groups to stay in the 'eye of the storm' and be actively involved. These things didn't come naturally to me - they still take effort - and are a little easier after a beer. The final hurdle was the taking your shirt off thing. I remember going to Cumunion when it was in The Flying Dutchman in London, and was wearing a jock and t-shirt. The guy running the event was chatting to me at the bar and tried very hard to convince me to un-shirt. I did and it made me very self conscious that first time - so much that it showed in my attitude and affected my success. A week later I was at SOP in Central Station and the barman there I knew said much the same thing - you should take your shirt off and show off your hairy chest - so I did. This time I felt less self conscious and got more attention. The next time it didn't bother me at all and it helped a lot. The other thing I've noticed is to make your stamp on a place early. If I play early-on in a place where other guys can observe then others who are interested seem to come forwards more readily during the rest of the evening. I've noticed other guys do this - play with someone they know and make an impression early on... So for me it's a journey - I'm constantly looking at how guys who are seemingly less good looking but more prolific in the scene behave and adapting my behaviour - even if it takes me out of my comfort zone. Good luck Andy

We took in some water set both bottles on the night stand. He kissed me again then said “I need to get inside you” “I want you inside me” I grabbed the poppers as I knew I would need them in order to accommodate his cock in my tight hole. I took one good hit of poppers while he stroked his cock. I breathed them out my head swimming. I took another hit and held them in my hand. Tom grabbed the lube off the night stand and squeezed some onto his cock. He took two fingers and touched my sensitive hole. He pushed one finger in and moaned to me “God your pussy is sweet” as he pushed his finger in and lubed me up. I was moaning “Take another hit” I opened up the bottle and took another hit. Tom pulled out his finger, and gently pushed me down on my back onto the bed. My legs automatically lifted up exposing my sweet pussy for his taking. Teasing me he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my crack. I was just wanting Tom to push into me. I reached down to pop his head in but he smacked my hand away. “What do you want?” “I want your cock, in my tight hole” “What if I don’t want to give it to you” he flashed a wicked grin. “Oh I know you want too” With that he pushed the head of his cock into me. It hurt for a moment, I took another hit of poppers, and it had been a year since a cock had been in my ass. Tom took his time entering me. After a few minutes I could feel his bush on my balls and he deeply kissed me. He was so deep I could feel him hitting my second sphincter. He pulled out and pushed back in, I could feel my ass getting wetter with each thrust. He pulled me up and I balanced on my arms, my legs on the bed and I started riding him like a bitch in heat. He met each one of my thrusts with a thrust of his cock. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him while I rode the wave upon wave of anal orgasm. We took a moment to catch our breaths. “Oh my god this is amazing” “Oh we are just beginning” he smiled “You may need some more poppers” I reached behind me and found them. I took another hit. So did he. He laid me back on my side, and started fucking me like a man possessed. Wave after wave of ecstasy charged through my body. I could feel another anal orgasm brewing in my ass. He could feel it too. A few quick jabs sent me over the edge. I could feel the wetness on his ball sack as he pushed into me as far as he could go. Tom pulled out and drug me to the edge of the bed. He went down and started to eat my wrecked hole. Inspecting the damage he had done. I took another hit of poppers. He stood up I was expecting him to plunge back into my hole. He grabbed the water and took a drink and I did the same. He threw me back on the bed and pushed his cock back into me. He just started pounding away. Our sweat soaked bodies slamming against each other me moaning him grunting. We continued this way loosing all track of time. I said "Tom I want you to breed me" "You know that I am Poz" "I Don't care" To be continued

Part two Tom worked his way down my body kissing and licking every inch. Electric fire was racing up and down my spine. He got to my cock and took it in his mouth. It felt amazing considering that I probably hadn’t had my cock sucked in close to seven years. Darren went down on me once but complained about how much I would pre cum and he considered it to be “Gross” I was enjoying the attention that Tom was giving to my cock and balls. He deep throated my 7 inch member like a man possessed. His thumb was hovering around my hole. He must of sucked me for a good 30 minutes when he came up for air to kiss me again. We were kissing again and grinding our cocks together. I kept thinking god Tom is so much better than he was before. It was more of a wham bam thank you sir type of fuck before. I had to ask so I broke the kiss. “Damn Tom you really know how to turn me on” He smiled “When did you get so good?” I kissed him again, he broke the kiss, I kept rubbing his hairy chest. “Stan always just wanted to get pounded and bred, eventually I realized that as much fun as that is I wanted a connection when I fucked and bred. I wasn’t getting that with him” he quickly kissed me again. “I haven’t been with anyone since him and that was six months ago. Plus with what you have had to deal with sex wise I think you deserve my best” I kissed him again and rolled him on top of me. “Fuck me please” “Not yet, I want to eat your sweet little ass” With that he flipped over on his back “Sit on my face” I straddled his face placing my little pucker over his mouth. His tongue went to work and I went down and grabbed his cock. I forgot how gorgeous it was 8” long by about 5” around. I took the head near my mouth a dollop of pre cum was on the top. I sucked it off rolling it around my mouth. It tasted so sweet. I could hear him slurping and groaning away at my hole like a man being fed his last meal. My hole was enjoying the attention as Darren didn’t believe in rimming (he thought it was gross). I started to deep throat his gorgeous member feeling it slide down my throat. Past my tonsils making it good and wet. Truth be told I was enjoying it. Was so nice to swallow a nice hard cock vs Darren’s who half the time rarely ever got hard. We both continued to devour each other. When Tom threw me to the side to again devour my cock right down to the root. Spit my cock out and then started to suck on my nuts. Which is my main turn on during sex. He spit my balls out. He moved his cock away from my mouth slid over to the night stand and pulled out a fresh bottle of poppers. Handing them to me to open. I fought with them while he left the room to grab us some water. He came back with two bottles of water. He opened both of them for us. I finally got the bottle of Poppers open. He sat on the bed To be continued.

FS Part 3 Inside the tent, it was almost completely dark. I could see a saw horse in the middle of the room, there was nothing else there. “Who’s there” a voice yelled from the darkness. “I got a little treat for you Double D” muscle fucker said, “Come out of the darkness” I was a little shocked when IT, not sure if he was completely human, came into the little bit of light in the tent. IT was short, with arms longer than normal, from head to toe it was covered in an orange fur. I could see it’s dark nipples inside the fur on it’s chest. IT was wearing a loin cloth, which covered it’s cocks and balls. IT waddled a little as it walked further into the room. “Treat huh?” IT said, “what makes you think this could take my two cocks” “Dropped on Donkey with only my toxic load in his ass” Muscle fucker said. “Interesting” IT said, Strip” I followed the order and stood naked in front of muscle fucker and IT “Drop to your knees and get that double dick hard” Muscle fucker said. I hesitated, I was so disgusted by what looked like an orangutan man in front of me, but so turned on about being double dicked. Muscle fucker gave me a push and I fell to my knees just inches away from It. “Wipe the disgust from your mug” muscle fucker order I reached out and untied the loin cloth from each side, care not to pull It’s fur. When the cloth dropped two hanging cocks flopped in front of me, each attached to his body side by side in a mat of orange crotch hair. I placed my face in IT’s crotch and sniffed. The fur smelt burnt, but also smelt like ass. I inhaled deeper. I felt my cock begin to swell from being turned on by the odors from the fur. I lifted the cocks in my hands and opened my mouth wide, taking both heads in. I licked around them tasting cum, piss and ass juice on them. “Fucked some married man earlier then sent him to Donkey” IT said The cocks began to swell and grow as I sucked on them, stretching my mouth wide. I could feel the corners of my mouth begin to feel like they were splitting. I continued to suck on IT’s double cocks. I felt his balls which were almost hidden inside a thick forest of fur. I rolled them in my hand as he began to pump his cocks in and out of my mouth. “Good mouth, hope his hole is the same” “It is, bitches about condoms, but took me and Donkey raw, to late to change now” IT pushed me to the floor, popping his cocks out of my mouth. “Show me your cunt” I flipped over onto my stomach, reached back and spread my checks, exposing my hole which will still holding in the butt plug. “Sorry D, let me pop that out” Muscle fucker said while reaching for the plug. He pulled hard and it popped out, leaving my hole gapping. IT jumped on my back, knocking the wind out of me. As I gasped for air, he rammed his double dick deep into my hole. I couldn’t scream with the little bit of air in me. He started to fuck me as Muscle fucker went to the tent and opened the flap. I could hear gasps of horror from people in the crowd. Muscle fucker started to pull in men, invited them to watch the horror on the ground. Soon there was about a dozen men inside the ten, they formed a circle around us. “See the freak get fucked by the freak!” muscle fucker said. “Don’t be shy, pull out your cocks and stroke as Double D raw fucks the freak and shoots his load deep in his hole” The men started to unzip and pull out their cocks. I heard IT grunt and grunt almost like a pig. His double cocks were fucking me deeper and deeper. “be amazed by the double dicks” muscle fucker said, “pull them out and show the audience” IT did, holding his two dicks in his hands, while there was oohs and aahs from the crowd of pervert onlookers. He drove them back into my ass, with great force again. I could feel his furry nuts slapping my ass I watched the men all around jacking their cocks. “Watch the bug chaser get another toxic load” muscle fucker said. This drove not only the audience into a jerk off frenzy but IT started to fuck harder and faster, as if he fed off the sexual excitement of the men stroking. “Don’t be shy men, cover these freaks in your cum” muscle freak said. I continued to get pounded by It as the first man stepped up and shot his load, it went all over me and IT. The double dicks started pumping faster as more and more men unloaded on us. I had cum dripping from my hair and face. IT slammed into my hole and both dicks shot out a huge cum load deep into my holes mixing with the cum that was already in there. There were only a few men stroking trying to finish before the show was over. “Injected with a high dose of poison” IT proclaimed. That set the last few men off and they stepped forward to shoot their cum on me. IT quickly jumped off of me and disappeared into the darkness. Leaving me on the floor naked covered in cum. “Good show fucker” muscle freak said “Don’t wipe the cum off, put the plug in your hole and get dressed, there is more poz cum in this carnival.” I did what I was told, my hole was sore from the double cocks, I still popped in the butt plug, which was really loose now. Put my shorts on and tucked my shirt in the back of my shorts, opting to go shirtless. As we excited the tent, people started to stare. I felt flushed with embarrassment. One man left his wife’s side, stopped me in the middle of the crowd and said: “want to wear my load” Those around hear him and started laughing, other men offered their loads too. Muscle fucker pulled my arm and dragged me away from the laughter.

Freak Show, Part 2 It felt like this place was huge but it was just because we were moving through a thick crowd. We had only moved down two trailers, when the muscle fucker, entered one. Holding the door for me I followed. “You in here, Donkey?’ the muscle fucker yelled out. “In the bedroom. What you got for me?” “Someone looking for some fun,” he answered, a wide grin on his face. “Bring him in.” Grabbing my arm, muscle fucker pulled me into the bedroom of the trailer. On the bed was a man, completely naked, not a gym body, more like a bear. It wasn’t his body that caught my attention it was his cock. It was hard and was laying over his stomach almost up to his mid chest. “Holy fucking shit, that’s a big piece of meat” I involuntarily blurted-out. Both men chuckled as Donkey announced “And you're gonna sit on it. All of it." “STRIP” ordered the muscle fucker. I did as I was told. I was pushed onto the bed, I had my ass up on all fours. Muscle fucker grabbed hold of the butt plug and pulled it out. I looked over my should and watched him put it in his mouth, sucking it clean after which he remarked with pride “My poz load taste fucking good!” Donkey, however, wasn't distracted from his mission: “Straddle me and squat," he ordered. I did as I was told. I placed my feet on each side of him, as he held his massive horse cock straight in the air. I slowly lowered my ass until his head was pressing against my wet hole. I took a deep breath and popped the head into my hole. I was shocked that I would allow this raw cock in me. I continued to slide down it. I wasn't even half way down and it was pressing against the back of my hole. I slid up a bit and the went down, the head popped through my second ring. I moaned as I continued to slide down it. The muscle fucker had moved up behind me, between Donkey’s legs. I could feel his tongue licking my lower back, just where my ass crack began. Donkey had grabbed my hips and slammed me the rest of the way down on his massive cock. I let out a slight scream. "Scream loud, baby,” muscle fucker said, adding “it makes Donkey harder.” I could feel Donkey's hair rubbing against my ass, my cock was resting on his belly, leaking cum into the fur. “Are you poz too?” I shyly asked of Donkey. Muscle fucker, however, answered for Donkey in asking “Who do you think passed it to me?” Donkey started pulling me upwards, so using my legs, I lifted up, sliding my hole up his shaft, until his head was at my hole, then I slide down on it. I made contact with muscle fucker’s head as I slide down. He was licking Donkey’s shaft as I rode it, licking the trail of his toxic cum. I was getting into riding Donkey. Up and down, up and down. “Ride that horse cock” Donkey said, pulling me up and down faster and faster. My legs were getting tired but I wasn’t given a break. I pushed up and lowered my ass with a little help from Donkey. My hole was getting sore from the size of the cock stretching me open. I caught a view of Donkey’s cock head pushing the skin of my stomach out. I started to freak at that sight and tried to pull off to escape this ride. Muscle fucker was too fast and stood up behind me, pressing my shoulders down, keeping me impaled on Donkey’s cock. Muscle fucker’s cock was riding up and down my back, leaving a fuck juice trail. Donkey’s breathing became fast and fast as I rode his cock. He pulled me up faster and muscled fucker slammed me back down faster and faster. The monster cock inside me grew thicker and harder, as I kept fucking and fucking myself on his cock. “Adding to that toxic load, fucker,” Donkey shouted. I could feel his cock pulse in me, as he shot his cum load, deep inside my second ring as I sat on Donkey. Perhaps ridiculously I felt the need to somehow protect my self image, so I found myself announcing to the world (or at least the two men) “I didn't want this." Neither man bought my argument. “Yes you did,” said Donkey, “you sat on my cock raw and you did most of the work.” To which muscle fucker added "You said you wanted fun. I bet you're up for still more fun." “I mean I didn’t want to be pozzed.” “Deep down you know you did,” Donkey said in correction. Not to be outdone, muscle fucker added “You could have not come tonight, but you did. This is your fault.” “Who are you visiting next?” Donkey asked. “The two cocked freak” muscle fucker answered. I slid off of Donkey’s still hard cock, cum oozing out of my gaping hole. Without loosing a second, muscle fucker pushed the butt plug back in, noting "We're gonna need a bigger plug soon.” We made our way to the door of the trailer and opened it. Outside stood a man who asked “This Donkey’s place?” Muscle fucker nodded and held open the door. We watched the man enter. I noticed a wedding band on his finger. “Enjoy the ride, fucker, 'cuz your life will never be the same,” muscle fucker said closing the door. He pulled my arm and we moved across the lot to a tent, the flap was closed, but we just lifted it and went inside. I didn't know what a living hell I was in for next.

Dad’s Basement Part Fifteen Doc was standing just inside my door way, fully dressed with his cock and balls hanging out of his fly. “Heard about your adventure with Garrett at the book store” Doc said. “It was so much fun Doc.” I replied “Heard too that you took Garrett’s full blown A.I.D.S load” “Yes, only I didn’t know it until after it was in me” “Did you ever think to push it out” he asked, gently stroking his cock, “be honest” “No Doc, I didn't I figured that with all the poz loads I had taken that a full blown would help me convert, and I think it’s what Dad wants for me so badly” “I think you want it badly too” Doc said. I just nodded. I liked the freedom that comes with it. The raw fucking, the cum dumping not worrying if you will catch it or not, the unknown. “Maybe you are ready for Dax” Doc said. “I keep hearing that name but no one will tell me who or what Dax is” “In time” Doc said. His cock was fully hard, obscenely sticking out of his fly as he walked over to my bed. He grabbed my legs, flipped me over and pulled my ass until it was at the bottom of the bed. He lift my legs high and spread the wide. I bent my knees as he pushed them back, so they were up out of the way, exposing my hole more. I could feel my hole opening as my ass crack widened. He bent his knees a little, aiming his hard cock at my hole. Rubbing his head around my hole, mixing his pre-cum with Jose’s load. He pushed in, until this cock was balls deep in my ass. I shivered as cold chills moved up my spine. He pulled his cock out and slammed it back into my hole, causing me to shiver more. My muscles were aching more and more. I was tired, my eyes burned. I felt sweat forming on my forehead. The fuck-flu was getting worse. I felt nauseous even though I had not eaten anything today, yet Doc kept pounding my hole. “Feeling like shit boy?” I nodded my head, too tired to do anymore, plus my throat fucking hurt like hell. It felt like nails going down my throat when I swallowed. “You need poz loads in your hole during conversion to feed the virus. To ensure your body is taken over by the virus.” Doc said, “I will try to cum quick, but in order to do so, I will need to fuck you very fucking rough, think you can handle it” I shrugged my shoulders. He grabbed my hips, putting my legs on his shoulders and started to slam his cock into my hole, harder and harder he slammed. I screamed as he fucked my hole, from the pain of him hitting deep inside me, as well as the muscle aches. “What the fuck is going on in here” It was Dad, he was at the door of my bedroom. His hands were grabbed each side of the door frame. “Take it easy on him Doc” “Can’t need to inject my cum, remember I did the same to you during your fuck-flu” “Yeah but he’s just a boy” Doc continued to roughly pound my hole. Dad came over and got on the bed, sitting near my head. He gently stroked my hair as Doc pounded my ass. “It’s okay Son, Daddy’s here” Doc slammed into me hard as his cock exploded in my hole, coating my inside with his cum and mixing it with Jose’s. He gently pumped my hole with his cock mixing the loads, then pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, but relieved. “I know you wanna clean it Drew” Doc said. Dad dropped to his knees taking Doc’s softening cock into his mouth and sucking it. Tasting my ass juice, Doc’s and Jose’s cum. I pushed myself up on my bed, not caring what Dad and Doc were doing. I get under my covers and waited for sleep. After a good cleaning of Doc’s cock, Dad got up from his knees. Doc walk over to me, putting his cock away as he did. “Sorry Son, if I hurt you, but I wanted to cum fast and that’s the only way I can do it.” Doc said. “It’s okay” I said “the pain is gone but my body aches” “Drink lots of fluids and stay in bed, sweat it out Boy” “I will take care of him now Doc” Dad said Doc nodded and left. Over the next four days, I get better and better. Dad was home with me the whole time. It was Saturday evening when I was ready to get out of bed and join the world again. I knew Dad was working from home during the week, plus he was missing out on getting fucked and fucking Friday night and all day Saturday, which made me feel so bad. I found Dad in his chair, looking through some papers, which I thought was work. “Welcome back to the land of the living Son” Dad said when he saw me. “Thanks Dad, I feel about 99% normal” “Good, I have a surprise for you” “Yeah, what is it Dad” “Monday we are leaving for a nudist camp that caters not only to gay men, but to poz gay men” he said, “you think you are up for that?” “Fuck yeah Daddy” I replied. “Sit on Daddy’s lap and I will tell you all about it” I sat there for the next two hours, hearing all the details and asking many questions. I couldn’t wait to go, but I really wanted to play in the basement again with all the members of the club. “When we get back Daddy, can we get all the members of the club together for a big fuck party?” “All 30 club members? I think I can arrange that after our trip. We can make you member 31, if you are ready for that” “What do I have to do?” “Get gang banged by the whole club and take a load from each, the ones you took your first night there won’t count” “Fuck yeah Daddy” “I will send an email tonight to the members arranging your initiation.” Dad said, “it will happen the first Saturday when we get back from our adventure at Camp

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”

Ft. Troff and Mr. S leather have some good units and ones with the long flexible nozzles for deep cleaning. When I'm on a good sex binge weekend like the two and a half days I just spent in Atlanta, I have to eat in that time so I plan everything aroumd my mating periods wait an hour after eating and then spend an hour or two deep cleaning my hole (breaks during the process) so my body is ready for hours of multi-partner use. As a pig bottom constantly on the prowl and a bodybuilder that has to eat, shower shot type products have become an essential tool in my slut pup took box. After I clean out I then ride one of my long thick bad-dragon toys to ensure my hole is totally clean and sex isn't going to trigger anything and to get my hole ready for the heavy use it is about to enjoy.

8:00pm on June 3, 2017...DeShaun looked at me, disappointed. "Fuck, white meat, you let me down...I thought you'd have a little fight in you still. Guess you one of them white faggots just aching for nigga cock in yo pussy, ain'tcha." He punctuate what he said by shoving his fingers back inside me...unfortunately, all it did was make me gasp loudly, arch my back and spread my legs wider. He grinned, and shoved in deeper, twisting his fingers back and forth...I starting gasping for air, unable to breathe at the lovely mixture of pain and pleasure he was inflicting on me. Part of me was embarrassed to be behaving like such a slut in heat in front of three strangers, but as I was violated deeper and harder, I became more and more aware of the nearness of their hard, masculine bodies, the stink of sweat and piss in the room, and the obscenely large bulges in their pants. "Oh baby, you are in heat, white meat...and we haven't even got you hungry yet...let's start you off slow. Tyrell, you got poppers?" One of the thugs slipped his hand into his pocket and tossed something tiny to DeShaun. When he caught it, I could see it was a tiny bottle labeled Jungle Juice. DeShaun chuckled as he shook the tiny bottle, still keeping his fingers in my hole. "Jungle Juice to rile up yo jungle fever, white meat...you gonna like this. When I hold it to yo nose, take a huge whiff...then the other side...then hold it in until I tell you, and let it out nice and slow." He twisted the cap off one handed, used his thumb to wipe the lip of the bottle, then shoved it up on left nostril...I followed directions, inhaling deep - it smelled weird - then the left, then holding it in until he said let it out, then exhaling slowly. I got really hot...or maybe cold...I dropped back onto the mattress, completely dizzy...my blood was pounding...DeShaub was finger fucking me to the beat of my pulse...or do I thought until I looked down and saw I was fucking myself onto his fingers. He just laughed and repeated the process. The room spun, and when it stopped, DeShaun was standing watching me, but something still fucked my hole...turns out that during the second rush, DeShaun's fingers had been replaced with Tyrell's big black cock. I turned to DeShaun, and tried to gasp out my request. "Please...Sir...please..." I grunted. "What you want, white meat? You want this maybe?" DeShaun held the bottle of poppers just out of reach. "Yes...please Sir...yes". I gasped. Tyrell's cock was beginning to hurt places inside I didn't know existed until now. "First, you gotta admit the truth, white meat...the truth you been refusing to admit since yo bro walked you into my crib. Whose property is you, faggot? ". DeShaun chuckled. "Yours...Master..."I gasped while Tyrell picked up the speed and force. And part of me...deep and dark inside...part of me wanted it to be true.

Dark Alley or TIM

https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Cumdump-taking-three-hot-loads-30573311 Cumdump taking three hot loads Cumdump whore taking loads from his buds. Wonder how many more he got after this?

LOL. I would hate to be on your bad side. You'd really are serious. Love you.

Upgrade may explain it. Required to log in each time I visit even tho I have the "remember me" checked. I-phone 5

Tiny goes for a walk on the beach...

Anyone know how CumUnion in Portland is? I want to go, but not if there's no action. I'm a bottom that likes to take raw loads.

This happened Saturday night. I started messaging a guy I met on grindr. He is 20 and from what I could tell he was poz -- I never asked and he never said anything. I could see from his pics a bio hazard tattoo near his hipbone. I went over to his house and he told me to go into his room and strip and bend over and turn the lights off. He came in a few minutes later. I didn't lube and he didn't care as he forced it in my dry hole. This hurt like hell. I've never felt anything so painful. Once he was in he didn't stop fucking me until he shot his load in me... even though I was crying like a baby. It's like me crying made him fuck me harder. It's the first time anyone has ever cummed in me with a bloody hole. I still don't feel any different... no fuck flu symptoms...

I don't care--actually prefer tops ignore my dick completely, maybe give me a little feel but not concerned if I get reciprocation. When I've had total tops doing nothing but fuck me, or maybe we kiss and make out but ignore my dick, taking them up my ass and unloading like it belongs to them for their convenience is the hottest. Best is getting their load up my ass, we make out a little in the afterglow but they ignore my dick totally and just walk out like they used a whore.

A/N : Glad you're enjoying the story, guys ! Here's the next instalment, which was mostly written when I posted the last part. I'm getting back to work tomorrow, so I don't know when I'll have time to write the next part. Hope you enjoy this though, let me know if it made you blow ! ——————————————————— I came home that day just in time to see Kate leave for work. She didn’t look tired at all, considering she only worked night shifts, and never slept past 1 pm after she came home. “There’s some kale salad leftover from my lunch if you boys want some,” she said before getting in her car. “Oh, and Brandon invited a friend over.” I bid her goodbye, and made my way inside the house. I found Brandon in the pool, with another young man, who looked even more buff than my son did. I went to greet them, as the polite thing to do. “Hey, son,” I said, getting both boys’ attention. What a sight. They looked like two jocks on a gay porn set, their sculpted bodies glistening in the sun, standing side by side. Brandon’s friend was taller than him by at least a foot, I noticed, his short dirty blond hair and blue eyes completing his gorgeous looks. “Hey, Dad,” Brandon said, approaching his blond hunk of a friend, wrapping an arm around his waist. “This is Josh, he’s one of my brothers.” “Hi, Mr. Marks,” Josh greeted me with a wolfish grin. Brandon was smirking, making sure I saw him grope his friend in front of me, his hand caressing Josh’s hip. The little shit was trying to rattle me, to make me jealous. It made my insides churn with rage, and I hated my reaction. Brandon must have seen it on my face, as his grin only grew wider. I turned my attention on Josh, not wanting to play into his little mind games. “Do you want to stay for dinner, Josh?” I asked, glad to have a buffer for the evening. If Brandon could focus his sexual energy on someone else, it would be great. Granted, I’d much rather he had his girlfriend, but I was desperate. Even if I didn’t particularly like the thought of Brandon sleeping around with someone else, I thought it was better than him sleeping with me. “Sure,” he replied, not noticing Brandon’s sideways glare. “Great. Have fun, boys, I’m going to be in my office for a while,” I said as I loosened my tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt. It really was a hot day, and if Brandon weren’t here, I’d probably have enjoyed a couple laps myself. I headed upstairs to change into a couple of shorts and a tank top before getting comfortable in my office. I had a few things to do for work, what with my team starting a new website for new clients. I could keep an eye on Brandon from my home office, which faced the garden at the back of the house. Both boys were now lounging by the pool in their obscenely small speedos, both on their phones. It was obvious that Josh was not straight, and was probably more than a friend to Brandon. Had they fooled around before? Were they still fooling around? I reprimanded myself for that last question. It was none of my business, Brandon could sleep with anyone he wanted—as long as he wasn’t cheating on anyone, which I knew for a fact he was. Poor Julie, she was such a sweet girl. I shook myself out of my reverie, and focused on work again, getting a few things done before I was interrupted. “Oh, sorry, Mr. Marks,” Josh said as he stepped inside, with his hand still holding the door handle to my office. He was still wearing nothing but his white speedos, and only now as I could get a good look did I notice how tiny they were, how it highlighted his bulge and ass. “I was looking for the bathroom.” I glanced through my window, seeing Brandon dozing still on one of the long chairs. It was almost 8 pm, I hadn’t seen time fly by. I ought to get dinner ready, I thought, so I shut my laptop down. “No worries, I’ll show you.” I led him to Brandon’s own ensuite bathroom, not giving a second thought to Josh’s presence here when there was a guest bathroom downstairs. The house was big, and for any new guest, it would’ve been easy to get lost. “Here you go,” I said, standing in Brandon’s bedroom, pointing at the bathroom door. “If you need anything else, I’ll be in the kitchen.” “Thanks, Mr. Marks,” Josh said, walking to the bedroom door to close it, and then locking it. I was really getting naïve in my old age, I thought as I watched Josh approach me like a predator. “Don’t you need to use the bathroom?” I asked, taking a step back for every step Josh took towards me. Fuck was he big, I realized up close, as he towered over me with his broad chest and big arms. I saw his face up close, and damn was he beautiful. He looked good enough to model, I thought. “Already used it, I’m all prepped,” he said, smirking when my legs hit Brandon’s bed and I fell back. Josh was fast, and jumped on the mattress over me, straddling me. “I do need something else from you.” “Josh, what are you doing?” I asked, moving to get off the bed, but Brandon’s friend was faster, and gripped my wrists, yanking them up and holding them above my head as his knees held my waist in place. “Let me go!” “But you like that, don’t you, Mr. Marks?” Josh said, that last word having become a trigger for my hardon. He rubbed his own erection against mine, making me groan. He kept my wrists in place with one hand, using his free one to show me his phone. There, on his screen, I saw my Grindr profile pic. “Or should I say, Daddy45? This is you, isn’t it?” “Fuck,” I said, closing my eyes, hoping I was going to wake up from this nightmare. Did Josh know about Brandon and I? I was starting to panic. What had my life become, seriously? Fucking my son, getting sexually assaulted by a gorgeous topless jock? “Please, Josh, let me go.” “It is you,” Josh said as he lifted my shirt, revealing my abs. He let go of my wrists to run his hands over my chest, lifting my top higher. “You’re delusional,” I weakly said. “Daddy45 is 0 mile away from me, and only has body pics,” Josh countered, flipping through the different pictures I had uploaded. “And I’m looking down at that very same body right now.” I had nothing to say to that, and Josh looked triumphant above me. Once again, Grindr had gotten me in trouble, I realized. I never should have gotten on that app. I had become a slave to my body’s desires, and was frozen as I let this muscled jock ravage me. It felt so good, to be wanted like this, to be manhandled by a younger but bigger man. I felt the same way with Brandon, and it was part of the pleasure I felt with my son. I felt like I was betraying Brandon as Josh kissed my neck and humped me. He lay down fully on top of me, and I could feel his smooth torso connecting with mine, his hard cock bulging from his tiny speedo. I let my hands travel down to his plump ass, kneading the meaty globes. “Yes, give in to me,” Josh added, making me realize how easy he had actually gotten me. “Oh fuck yeah, finger my hole, Daddy,” he said the magic word, luring me further into my sex mode. I slipped my hand inside his speedo, my fingers entering a well-lubed and smooth hole. The fucker really had prepped for this. Did he wax down there? It felt pretty good, and his moans were sweet music to my ears. “Yes, Daddy, I want you to fuck me,” Josh said as he kept grinding his cock against mine. He pulled my shorts and briefs down so our cocks could properly meet, and I added a third finger to his young hole. “Do you have a condom?” I asked automatically, even when I was still on the fence about this. “Don’t need one,” Josh replied, panting hard against my neck, moving his lips to nibble my ear. “Don’t want one. I want you to fuck me bareback, want your Daddy sperm inside me.” That Josh really was a dirty fucker. Holy shit. He reminded so much of Brandon it scared me. Was this how young men behaved these days? Were all of them yearning for dad-type men? Were all of them bareback sluts? Fuck, but that thought turned me on even more. The filthy part of me was thrilled that I didn’t have to worry about fucking my son. This wasn’t incest, what we were doing. This was just plain old cheating, and I was weirdly okay with the cheating part. But another part of me felt bad for doing this to Brandon, and I didn’t want to feed this incestuous part of me. I wanted to change, I wanted to be better. The irony in that wasn’t lost on me, but baby steps, right? “Is that what you want, baby boy?” I replied, taking my shorts off completely before I let my hands explore his perfectly toned body. Fuck, everything on that kid was huge—his pecs, his arms, his ass, his cock. He was at least 8 inches, and I couldn’t wait to get that inside me. “You want Daddy to take care of you?” “Yes, Daddy,” he replied, moving further until my cock rubbed his asshole, smearing it with my precum. “We should really get a condom, though,” I insisted, not knowing just how many men this Josh had slept with. The way he behaved right now, I gathered he slept around a lot, and was not being very safe. “I don’t buy condoms anymore, hate them,” Josh said, forcing his ass on the tip of my cock until the head slipped in. Fuck, he felt so good. “Don’t worry, I’m on PrEP­…most of the time.” I had no idea what that meant, but my mind was blank as he sank further into my cock, until he took all 7 inches of me. “Fuuuuuck yeah,” Josh roared, leaning back on his hands as he started fucking himself on my cock, his long lean body and his rock hard cock in display right in front of me. Fuck, what a sight. “Come on, Daddy, fuck me.” I was starting to move my hips when I heard the doorknob rattling, followed by loud knocks. Fuck. “Dad? Josh?! The fuck are you doing?!” Brandon shouted through his door as he banged on it. I tried to move, but Josh pushed me down, his hands holding my shoulders as his ass stayed firmly planted on my cock. “Go away, Brandon, I’m having some quality time here!” Josh shouted, not deterred in the least as he kept on fucking himself on my cock. The banging stopped, and Josh looked at me again with a triumphant look. “Now, where were we?” he said, leaning down for a sloppy kiss as he resumed his thrusts. This was insanity, fucking Josh here, with Brandon knowing what we were doing. I heard the door unlock not long after, and saw Brandon barging in, looking furious. “Get the fuck off my Dad,” Brandon ordered, looping his arms around Josh and pulling him off of my cock. They wrestled on the floor then, and I was left stunned by the sight. Two young naked muscled jocks fighting it out over me, it was hotter than I could imagine. “What the fuck’s your problem, Bran?!” Josh said. “You cockblocked me!” “You, you’re my problem!” Brandon retorted. “Fucking with your bro’s Dad? Seriously?!” “That’s rich, coming from you!” Josh said. “How many Daddies have you fucked, huh?! I’m surprised you haven’t fucked your own Dad!” “Shut the fuck up,” Brandon said. “That’s enough, boys!” I shouted as I finally stood up, pulling my shorts back on. My grave voice at least silenced both boys as they stopped and looked at me. I pulled Brandon off of Josh, helping the latter get up and trying not to look at his still hard cock. “I think it’s best you leave, Josh, I’m sorry.” “But—” “I think you should leave too,” Brandon added, glaring at his friend, then directing his glare at me. I felt chastised, which I deserved. Never mind the fact that Brandon and I recently engaged in some hot and steamy sex, I shouldn’t have fucked his frat brother, I shouldn’t have cheated on his mother—again. “Come on, Bran, where’s the fun bro I love, huh?” Josh said, leaning close to my son until his lips almost touched Brandon’s ear. “You and I even shared a Daddy once or twice, so why don’t we share this one?” “Fuck off, Josh, he’s my Dad!” “So? Isn’t that what you’ve always secretly wanted? You’re always looking for Daddies to fuck you,” Josh said. “I mean, I totally get you, your Dad’s smoking.” “Alright, that’s enough,” I stopped Josh before he could go any further down that line of thoughts, before he uncovered our incestuous secret. Brandon looked at me with pleading eyes, looking so sad I actually felt bad for fooling around with his friend. “Josh, you’re real nice—I mean, fucking filthy as hell too, but I’m sure you’re nice. Still, this was a mistake.” “Come on, Mr. Marks, weren’t you having fun just now?” Josh said as he came to plaster his body against me, a finger stroking my chest. “My hole certainly was having fun with your big cock, and I distinctly remember you were enjoying yourself.” “Get your hands off of my Dad,” Brandon said, yanking Josh back. “Get the fuck out of here, Josh.” “Why? So you can have your Daddy here all for yourself once I’m gone?” “You know that’s not true, you psycho,” Brandon lied, I knew that’s exactly what my son wanted. But Josh couldn’t know that. “You’re taking your own fantasies a little too far, Josh, nothing’s going to happen between Brandon and I,” I said, and started leading Josh out of the room. I glanced back at Brandon, mouthing at him to stay put in his room while I dealt with Josh. “Are you sure? ‘Cause I’ve fucked Bran before, he’s a pretty great lay,” Josh said, completely shameless as he walked with me, naked, his speedo still in hand. “We could have some great sex, the three of us.” “You’re really twisted, you know that?” I said. “Thank you, sir,” he said, grinning at me. “I mean, I’d rather it be just us two, but I’m willing to make some concessions.” “Put your clothes on,” I ordered as we got downstairs, walking into the living room where he’d left his clothes. “Not what people usually ask me to do,” Josh remarked, which I was willing to believe. I mean, he was truly gorgeous. The fact that he was so dirty only added to his appeal in my mind. He put a jockstrap and a mesh tank top on before turning to me. “Are you sure you don’t want to finish what we started?” “I’m sure,” I said with a firm tone, crossing my arms and willing my boner to go down, which was difficult, seeing how slutty Josh looked in this outfit. “Please, Daddy? I really need a load in me right now,” he insisted, coming closer to me. I was tempted, but fucking this pretty jock here would only make things worse, make me worse. Josh grabbed my cock and licked my neck, and despite my resolutions, I threw my head back. I was so horny, what with Brandon already riling me up earlier at lunch. I hadn’t got off since then, and was aching to. He turned around and presented his ass to me, pushing back as he tried to free my cock from my shorts again. “Josh, seriously? Fuck off,” Brandon’s voice came from behind me, and I turned around to see my son stomping over. “Don’t you dare come near my Dad again.” “We’ll see about that, Bran,” Josh said, stepping back from me. “This isn’t over, Daddy.” “Don’t call him that! He’s not your Daddy, and he never will be!” Brandon said, more riled up than I’d ever seen him before. It was quite a shock to see my son like this, I’d rarely seen him get so angry, even with his mother and I. Josh didn’t seem affected, going as far as giving me a wink before he left. Here we were, my son and I, alone in the house, my cock rock hard in my shorts and Brandon still wearing nothing but his tiny speedo. I looked at Brandon, who looked both angry and heartbroken at the same time. “Son—” “How could you, Dad?” Brandon cut me off, and got in my space. “Am I just a warm disposable body to you? Are you really going to fuck every jock that throws themselves at you?” “No! Fuck, Brandon,” I tried to protest, but Brandon only pushed me until my back hit the wall in our house’s main hall. “I’m sorry, okay? You saw how pushy Josh is! He forced himself on me!” “Really, Dad? Until you were fucking him?” I had no excuse, really. I had gotten myself into it. Brandon’s entire body was touching mine, and there was no way he couldn’t feel how hard I was. God, I was so fucking horny, I just wanted to blow my load already. And here I had Brandon, my young and hot son who was apparently crazy for me, ready to help me release me. “I’m sorry,” I repeated, frozen on the spot, not daring to move. “Really, Daddy?” he muttered, and then started kissing my jaw. “What are you going to do to make me forgive you?” “Son, we really shouldn’t,” I started, letting out a yelp when Brandon suddenly grabbed my cock, giving it long and slow strokes. “Brandon, you don’t want to prove Josh right, do you? This is getting dangerous, he’s onto us.” “He’s not,” Brandon said. “He’s gone now, it’s just you and me here.” “Son, stop,” I said, pushing my son gently away from me. I moved my hips to get his hand off of my cock, and looked Brandon straight in the eye. “I don’t know what I’ve done wrong as a father to make you this way, but I’ll do anything to make it right.” “You haven’t done anything wrong! On the contrary,” Brandon said. “You’re the greatest Daddy ever, and you’ve rocked my world.” “I don’t understand, how could you­­—” “You’re fucking hot, Dad, and you’re kind, fun, smart,” Brandon said as he put his hands on my chest. “You’re the whole package. And you’re my actual father, which is even hotter.” My son was screwed in the head. I didn’t know how he got this way, how he managed to corrupt me along the way, but he was, and my cock was getting even harder. “Now, I believe you have amends to make,” Brandon announced, pulling my shorts down. “You’ve been bad, cheating on your son.” “Brandon,” I warned him, as I tried to put my shorts back on. “And you fucked Josh bareback too!” “Come on, let’s forget the whole thing, alright? Can’t we just have one normal evening that doesn’t end with us two having sex?” I pleaded, because my will was getting weaker by the second. I didn’t know how long I could hold on. “Let’s have dinner, alright?” “I’m not hungry,” Brandon protested. “At least not for food.” “Well, too bad for you, ‘cause food is all you’re getting tonight,” I replied, proud of myself for standing strong before my son’s advances. I turned my back on Brandon and headed for the kitchen, but was stopped by Brandon’s strong grip on my wrist. “Really, Dad?” Brandon asked, pulling me towards him until our chests collided. “You want to ruin our relationship?” “You are the one who’s ruining it! How do you think this is going to end?” I asked him, curious to hear his answer. I knew he was only listening to his sexual urges, living in the present. I knew better, I knew that this could only result in tears. “I’m married, remember? Do you even think about your mother?” “I’m not stupid,” Brandon shot back. “Of course I think about mom. Clearly, you and she aren’t doing so good if you were on Grindr, Dad. You two barely even see each other because of your jobs now.” “Are you seriously implying I should leave your mother?” “Well, I think you would both be better off now,” Brandon said with a shrug. “You and I could move in together while I get through law school. We could have a really great life, you and I.” “That’s not the kind of life I want for you, Jesus,” I said, not believing what I was hearing. Was Brandon serious? Did he really envision a long term relationship with me? That was insane. “You’re supposed to get through law school, marry Julie, build a life, a family with her.” “You and I can do all of that! I don’t love her anymore,” Brandon retorted, shocking me into silence. “I love you, Dad.” “People are going to find out, sooner or later,” I told him, hoping I could still get through to him, but how was I supposed to compete with a future lawyer? My son had always loved debating while I hated it. “You deserve so much better. Incest is still illegal, you know, on top of being wrong.” “It’s nobody’s business but ours, we’re both consenting adults,” Brandon countered, and I was getting tired of him always finding an answer to everything. “Well, I’m not consenting,” I said finally, taking a deep breath. “I am not consenting. I want this to end, once and for all.” “You’re not serious,” Brandon said, unable to hide the tremor in his voice. “Dad, don’t be stupid.” “This is for your own good, Brandon,” I told him. “There’s no future other than that of a father and son, okay? What we’ve done, it was all a big mistake, and it was my fault for letting it happen.” “You let nothing happen, I was the one who made it all happen!” Brandon shouted, pointing his finger in my chest. “And you’re being a coward.” “Maybe so, but—” Brandon silenced me with his lips, his hand cupping the back of my head as he kissed me passionately. My own lips moving instinctively with his, our tongues meeting again. The kiss was desperate and heavy, and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around my only son, who gave everything into that one breathtaking kiss. It was hard to ignore my son’s hard cock pressing against my own, even harder to not grind against him. Brandon didn't hesitate to hump me though, his erection rubbing against mine was pure heaven, and it almost me cum. When we pulled apart at last, Brandon was still in my arms, looking flushed and beautiful with his baby blues directed at me. “Can you honestly tell me you feel nothing for me, Dad? That this kiss didn’t make you feel anything?” Brandon asked me after a pause. “Don’t lie to me.” What was I supposed to say to that? I couldn’t possibly tell my son that kissing him was earth shattering, that I loved him more than I loved my own wife. I knew I couldn’t convincingly lie to him either. I was overwhelmed, and it made it all harder for me to do what I needed to do. “I…Son, this is killing me,” I said eventually. “I’m not saying it’s easy for me either, but it’s what’s best, alright? I want you to understand that.” “How is ending things what’s best, for either of us, when it would make you as miserable as it would me?” “You may not understand it now—” “Don’t give me that bullshit, Dad,” Brandon said. “I may be young, but I know what I want, and I want you, for as long as I can have you.” “If you can’t be reasonable, I’m leaving,” I said with a final tone, seeing how this was going nowhere. I held back some tears and walked back upstairs to grab some things. Staying here alone all night with Brandon was too dangerous, I needed to get away. I locked myself in my bedroom, knowing Brandon would try to stop me, and packed a light travel bag. My heart was breaking as I heard Brandon’s pleas through the door, and I was dreading the moment when I’d have to face him. “Dad, just listen to me,” Brandon said once I gathered the courage to finally open my bedroom door, finding my son standing right outside, his eyes red and wet. The sight killed me, so I pulled Brandon into a tight hug, hoping we could fix things between us in the end. Brandon held on to me for dear life, and I still couldn’t understand how it could feel this amazing, having my son’s body pressed so close to mine. “I’m so sorry, son,” I said. “You shouldn’t have to go through this.” “Dad,” Brandon said into my ear. “Dad, I want you to listen carefully.” “If you’re really ending things between us, if you don’t want to give me what I need anymore,” Brandon said with an increasingly threatening tone. “Just know that I’ll have to get it from someone else. You’ve heard Josh, right? Before you, I used to get fucked by any hot Daddy I could find. Of course, none of them compare to you, but I’ll make do with what I have. And I won’t be as careful as I’ve been before anymore. I mean, I’ve become quite addicted to you breeding my ass, you know?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I stepped back from my son, horrified as I looked at him. Brandon was bargaining his own health to have sex with me. I couldn’t possibly push him into having unprotected sex with strangers, could I? Fuck, fuck, fuck. The thought of men my age fucking my son was outrageous enough, but the thought of these men potentially harming my son? It was just too much, I couldn’t let that happen. “Brandon, don’t be stupid,” I warned him, because I didn’t raise him to be so careless. “Are you out of your mind? Would you really let any guy just fuck you bareback?” He only shrugged at me, arms crossed over his defined bare chest with a defiant look. “If that’s what it takes to get my fix, yeah,” he replied. “But it doesn’t have to come to this, if I have you.” “This is blackmail, son,” I told him with my grave voice, not liking how he had me cornered. “I don’t care what you call it, I’m just telling you what you’re getting ourselves into,” Brandon said. I was torn. There had to be another way out of this, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure it out. I looked down at my feet, hands curled into fists. I wanted to scream in frustration, angry at myself for getting into this impossible situation. I heard Brandon approach me, taking my duffle bag away and throwing it to the side. “Now, are you going to be reasonable?” he asked as he cupped my face and angled it so I faced him again, seeing his victorious smile. I was screwed. ---------- tbc A/N : I've loved writing Josh, as you could probably tell. I've cast Josey Greenwell to be Josh, and he's fucking gorgeous, isn't he? He was just a pawn I needed to get the story moving long at first, but holy crap he's taken a life of his own. This won't be last we see of him ! I might even write a spinoff with him as the protagonist, what do you think?

The breeding definitely. I love it when the fucker unloads in me. The same way, when I top, I love it when the person I fuck takes my load.

This morning I went for my second visit to a hot black bottom's place. We wasted no time getting down to business. He stripped off my clothes to my white socks, hand cuffed me, put ankle chains on me stood me up and spread my legs eagle style, hung my wrists in the air. Then he began eating and licking me all over. He started in my ears then my neck and worked down to the pits, then tongue flicked my nips. He moved slowly down my body finally licking on my crotch. Then he moved down to my ankles and slowly tongued his way up the back of first one leg then the other, then burried his face between my ass cheeks and tongue fucked my hairless hole.. I was in in heat, groaning and moaning all the time. He would stop long enough to call me names and talk filthy to me. Finally he licked and sucked on my balls. My POZ precum was dripping out of my thick uncut cock and onto his face. Then he plunged my cock down his throat and sucked long and deep till I begged him to stop before I exploded. He stopped, went down, and took off my white socks with his mouth and tongued each of my toes. I groaned. When he let me loose I was trembling in like a pig in heat! I turned him over so his black ass was high in the air and mounted him like a bitch dawg and gave him a hot death fuck dumping my pent up creamy AIDS load deep inside him. As I shot my load he came too! It was a hot erotic experience! Love to repeat it!