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Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Three The men that had gathered moved in closer to me as Dad and Zane moved out of the way. I was bent forward in a bent over position. I had to brace my hands on my thighs as a Dick slid into my hole, pushing deep into me. My hole opened easily for the strangers cock. My head was grabbed by two hands as a hard cock was presented to my lips. Eager to please I opened and allowed the cock access to my throat. The guys around were slowly stroking their hard cocks, waiting patiently for their turns at my holes. The cock in my ass felt great, it was pumping deep into me over and over, a great ball bouncing fuck. My cock swung half hard between my legs. My mouth watered and slicked up the cock as it pumped my throat. This boy was in cock heaven. “Load my boy up good fellas” Dad said from somewhere behind me. I imagined him and Zane were getting quite a show. The man up my hole slammed in hard as he unloaded his toxic seed in my insides, added to Dad and Zane’s loads. He pulled out quickly, but still giving me time to clinch my ass muscles to tighten my hole around his cock, trying to keep those loads in me. The guy I was sucking pulled out and moved to my ass and slide his throat slime covered cock into my hole. Another man positioned his cock in my mouth and I started to suck him, deep throating his cock. “Get as many as you can boy” Dad said. I worked my throat around the cock in my mouth as I pushed back on the cock deep in my hole. I wanted to make Dad proud, as I thought about the gang bang that was coming up. Maybe this was a test run, to see how many cocks I could take in one sitting. My cock started to grow hard as it swung between my legs. I could feel the man's balls bouncing off me as he pounded me harder and harder. He gripped my hips tightly as he fucked my hole. I could feel the cum running down my ads and my balls. It was then that I felt someone climb underneath me. Instantly a tongue started to run across my ball sac, licking the cum from it, preventing it from dropping to the pool deck below. “Can't waste toxic seed buddy” the stranger said. The man fucking me forced his cock balls deep and held it there as he shot his load deep into me. My fourth load of the day. As he pulled out the man underneath me grabbed his cock and sucked it into his mouth, cleaning the cum and ass juice off it, only releasing it from his mouth when the man pushed him off. “Nothing like tasting boy pussy on a used cock” he said, “Next” Within seconds, another cock slid up my hole, filling the emptiness. The man underneath me began to suck on my my hard cock as his hands explored my body, eventually finding my nipples. His mouth was slowly running up and down my hard shaft as he began to pinch and twist my nipples. The cock in my mouth was slick with spit, the thick spit from my throat. I could feel the cock thickening in my mouth. It's acorn head was growing larger as it popped pasted the area where my gag reflex should had kicked in. My throats muscles were so relaxed that this man was throat fucking me. This was all without poppers. “Wanna taste my highly toxic spunk boy,” he asked. All I could do is moan, causing my throat to tense up and vibrate around his hard cock head. I guessed this turned on the man I was sucking because he started to fuck my mouth faster. His balls bounced off my chin. “I'm so close boy” the mouth fucker said He pulled his cock out and jacked it in front of my mouth, which I had opened all the way. If I couldn't get that toxic load in my hole, I was going to eat that big fucking load. I stuck my tongue out, getting ready for his load. His engorged cock head would wipe against my tongue. Without any words or warning, his piss slit opened and out shot a thick wad of poz cum. It oozed out adding more and more on my tongue with each pulse of his cock. “Swallow that hot toxic load son” Dad yelled from behind. The guy behind me gripped my hips tighter as he rammed his cock into me harder and harder. I wrapped my lips around the head of the cock that just shot in my mouth, cleaning any cum left on it or down its piss slit. I felt the cock in my hole start pulsing as it's load emptied into my hole. I squeezed my hole around it, milking it more. Both men pulled their cocks from my holes, giving other men access. “Mexican and black dick now buddy,” Zane announced The cock at my mouth was a dark uncut cock, surrounded by jet black hair. I grabbed ahold of the base of the cock, but still braced myself with my free hand. I stuck my tongue out and slid it under the foreskin, digging inside. I tasted the musky head hidden inside. I slide my tongue his cock head as I pulled back the foreskin then sliding my mouth down the dark shaft. Behind me I could feel the man running his cock head up and down my crack, coating it with the cum that had leaked out of my hole. I shivered each time he moved across my hole. The man underneath me released my hard cock from mouth, but continued to work my nipples. I breathed deep as the black man behind me positioned his spongy cock head against my hole. He pushed in slowly in, but pulled back out just before his cock head popped in my hole. He did this over and over, teasing my hole. I tried pushing back on his cock to take it further into my hole, but his grip on my hips kept me from doing that. My cock was leaning from this action. After a minute of teasing my hole, the man drove his cock into my hole. His cock was thick and got thicker as it got closer to the base. I could feel my hole expanding wider and wider. Even having been fucked by four guys before him, I felt a slight pain from his thickness. I lifted up on my tip toes, but he quickly pulled me down. I moaned out my protest to hint out that unneeded a moment to adjust to his size, but that went unnoticed. Guess the uncut Mexican cock muffled my moan. The thick black cock pulled out until his head was at my hole then pushed in deep, hitting the back of my insides. The guy under me sensed my pain and began to twist my nipples more, using this pain to distract me from the pain in my hole. My mind went to my nipples, causing my hole to relax more, allowing the black cock to used my hole. After a minute or so of the torture of my nipples, I had completely forgot about my hole. As the torture of my nipples began to become easier, the pleasure of getting fucked flooded my body. His cum coated cock now slid in and out with ease making me moan and growl. The Mexican cock was sliding in and out of my mouth, where it's pre-cum was mixing with my spit. It was sweet tasting now that I had cleaned the musk off it. “Daddy is going to eat your boy pussy after that cock” My dad said. “Daddy’s cock is leaking watching you get used boy” Zane said, then adding “so is mine” The black man continued two roughly fuck my hole, ramming into me hard. His balls hung so low that they bounced off my own balls that were pulled up tight against my body. The force of his thrust in was so powerful that his balls were hitting so hard that mine were starting to ache. The pain in my sac was adding to my pleasure. I pulled the uncut cock from my mouth, tilted my head down to the man under me and and said: “Work my nipples hard, just be ready for my load” I didn't wait for a response, I just took the uncut cock back in my mouth. His hands found my nipples, his sharp fingernails dug into my nipples causing me to moan from the mix of pleasure and pain. I pushed back against the black cock pounding my hole, then grabbed the Mexican man's hairy ass and pulled his cock deep into my throat. “Boy’s a pain freak Drew” Zane said to Dad. I could just see in my mind those two older men jacking their cocks, watching the live sex show in front of them and that added to my enjoyment! Pushing back on the black dick deep in my ass had an effect on him, his cock thickened even more, stretching my hole a bit more. His balls pulled up, but not enough to stop their assault on my own balls. He wasn't going to last long and neither was I. I tapped the man under me on his shoulder and he quickly moved his mouth onto my hard throbbing cock. Feeling the warmth and wetness of his mouth I started shooting deep into his throat. With each shot of cum out of my cock, my hole would pucker and squeeze the cock deep in my hole. I wanted both men to shoot at the same time so I move a finger into the crack of the Mexican’s hairy ass. I pushed my dry finger against my hole, it slide into it with ease. I pulled it out only to feel it was slick with cum that was inside. The Mexican man grabbed my head between his hands and began to fuck my face faster. Both men then shoved their cocks in deep. I felt the cum shoot out of the uncut cock and slide down my throat into my waiting gut. The cock in my hole jerked and added a large load of cum into me. The Mexican man pulled back slightly and grabbed hand, pulling my finger from his hole. He then pulled out of my mouth and left. “Suck that finger for Daddy” my dad said. I put that finger in my mouth and sucked it, staring at Daddy the whole Time. The black man slowly slide out of my hole. Walked over to my dad. He stepped over the lounge, straddling him and pushed his cum covered cock into my dad’s mouth. He eagerly sucked it clean. I stood up and walked over to a table near by, nearly knocking over my cocksucker. I laid back on the table, lifted my legs in the air and yelled: “Who's next motherfuckers”

A couple weeks went by, and I hadn't gone over to Simon's or seen Jaime since that night we took Jaime's virginity. My boyfriend had been pretty busy at work, too, so I hadn't gotten any dick in two weeks and I was definitely in the mood again. Today was my and my boyfriend's three-year anniversary, and I was hoping he was in the mood, too. We'd made plans for dinner and a rom-com at his place, and I was looking forward to it. He'd been extra sweet and thoughtful since we'd gotten back together, and extra passionate in bed. As I was getting ready, I got a text from a number I didn't recognize: "R u at home rn? Want sum" What the hell was this unintelligible nonsense? I ignored the message and went back to getting ready for dinner. A few minutes later, I received another text: " This is Jaime" Fuck, I'd forgotten Simon was going to give him my number. Well I didn't want to see Jaime, especially not on my and my boyfriend's special night that I'd been looking forward to for weeks. I texted Jaime back that I was busy, but he quickly reminded me that Simon had said he could fuck me whenever he wanted. Then he said he'd just been at Simon's place, and that Simon had just fucked him. I guess the thought of Simon rubbing up on this kid and being inside him, instead of inside me, made me both jealous, and horny. I hadn't seen Simon in weeks, and I guess I missed him, so after some thinking, I told Jaime he could come over, as long as he was fast. Jaime was outside my building a few minutes later, and then I was letting him into my apartment. "Nice place," he said, as he started taking off his clothes by the front door. "Thanks," I said, dropping to my knees, and glad he wasn't wasting any time. I got his cock hard while he got undressed, and then I led him back to my bedroom and took my own clothes off. Jaime pushed me onto the bed and put me on my back. Then he put my legs over his shoulders, spat on his cock, and started pushing into me, commenting as he did so "I'm so horny from Simon fucking me," as his bare cock started sliding into me. It occurred to me that this kid had never once fucked or gotten fucked with a rubber; all he knew was barebacking. "He fucked me so hard this time," Jaime continued, "and he wouldn't let me jack off. He told me to come over here and fuck you." "Where did he cum?" I asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear him say it. "In my ass," Jaime said, as he got all the way inside me, explaining "It's still there right now." I was still nervous about all this cum-swapping that was going on, and I knew it was the riskiest thing I'd ever done, especially considering how much Simon got around. But the thought of Simon's seed being planted deep inside this young cub while he was fucking me, made me want to take his cum, too. I knew it didn't make sense, but in a way it made me feel more connected to Simon, like he was fucking me, too. And that made something switch inside me, and before I knew it, I was pulling this kid into me, and whispering into his ear to fuck me hard and give me his seed, telling him I needed it, and I wanted it so bad. I couldn't believe what I was saying to this boy, who was a complete stranger except for the one time two weeks ago that we'd met and he'd rape-fucked me and cum inside me without asking permission. But I was horny, and his dick was hitting the spot, and feeling him heave and pant on top of me was just what I needed. Plus I could just smell Simon's cologne still on him, and knowing Simon's cum was buried in his ass right now made me feel like Simon was there, too. My nasty whispering apparently did the trick, as, after a few sweaty minutes, Jaime started panting and moaning in my ear, and I knew he was about to cum. Then all of a sudden, I remembered I was supposed to meet my boyfriend that night, and that we'd probably be fucking. How could I explain some stranger's cum inside my ass when my boyfriend stuck his cock in me? "Wait, don't cum inside me," I told Jaime, "cum on my chest." I figured Jaime would do what I told him, because I was older than him. Well, apparently I was wrong, because he just kept moaning into my ear and fucking me. What the hell? Had Simon created a Mini-Me clone or something? Jaime was completely ignoring me! "I have to see my boyfriend tonight, don't cum inside me," I said, with a little more urgency. But Jaime kept going. I tried pushing him off me, but he was stronger than he looked, and he easily threw my hands off him. "Simon said I had to cum inside you," Jaime whispered hoarsely into my ear, "he said you had to get used to taking cum." What kind of monster had Simon created in two weeks?? And he was listening to Simon over me?? I didn't know what to do, because I really didn't want my boyfriend to find out I was being pimped out by my next-door neighbor and sleeping around behind his back (and especially not on our anniversary), but I also wanted to please Simon, and I liked that Simon was thinking about me even when I wasn't with him…even if it was for something perverted like this. While I was trying to decide what I should do, Jaime suddenly grabbed me tight, pushed all the way inside me, and started moaning really loud, and I knew he was cumming inside me for the second time. And instead of fighting him off again, I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, accepting that he and Simon had made this decision for me, and that there was nothing I could do about it now. When he'd caught his breath a bit, he pushed up off me, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said with a smile, "Fuck, that was even better than last time." And I had to admit, he was getting better. How often had Simon been fucking him? As he pulled his softening cock out of me, he said, "Keep my cum inside you." I started to say again that I was going to see my boyfriend tonight, but he interrupted me with, "Simon says you have to." He stared at me until I closed my mouth and just nodded. Simon says, so what could I do? Jaime left my apartment with a satisfied look on his face. Simon had given his cum to Jaime, and Jaime had given his cum to me. Jaime's work was done. But mine was just beginning -- I still had to go over to my boyfriend's for our anniversary. I let him know that I was running late, and he said that was fine, dinner wasn't ready yet. I quickly took another shower, trying to think how I could keep my boyfriend from discovering the load inside me. Maybe I could say I'd lubed up before coming over? But I'd never done that before, so he might be suspicious. Ugh, my life had gotten so complicated since I'd met Simon. Why couldn't I just stop seeing him? I finished getting ready and drove over to my boyfriend's place. He let me inside with a hug and a long kiss. The place smelled amazing (he told me he'd gone to the farmer's market, and he'd been working on dinner since last night), re-runs of our favorite show were on TV, and he had a glass of wine waiting for me. As I watched him cook, and listened to him talk about work, food-shopping, and the latest tricks his vintage Mustang had taught itself, I started to forget about my complicated life, and Jaime, and Simon, and Simon's mysterious roommate, and just enjoy how easy things were when I was with my boyfriend. My boyfriend Todd was a chemical engineer, a little older than me, a little taller, and definitely more built. He was a Midwesterner, genuine, and easy to be around (even if I did get sick of trying to explain to him what sashimi was, or getting him to understand that no, cottage cheese is not a kind of pudding). Todd had only been with a few other guys when we'd met three years ago, which I think was part of the reason he'd decided to go "exploring" with other guys, to see what was out there. When I'd caught him cheating, I'd stopped talking to him, but Simon insisted I get back together with him, which is what I eventually did. Since then, Todd had been super affectionate, and more aggressive in bed, even. Things were actually better between us now, and I was almost glad he had cheated. And I know we should have gone back to using condoms until he could get tested again, but when we got back together, he went right back to fucking me bareback and cumming inside me, and I guess I never told him not to. Anyway, as Todd was trying to explain to me the difference between bituminous coal and anthracite (somehow this related to his Mustang story, although I couldn't remember how), I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. When Todd's back was turned, I looked down and saw it was a text from Simon. My heart skipped a beat, since I hadn't heard from him in two weeks, but then I felt the weight of all the lies and the guilt that I'd almost forgotten. When Todd had finished his car story (which I really had tried to follow, unsuccessfully), I excused myself to the bathroom, and when the door was closed, I looked at Simon's text: "Jaime says u took care of him good. Is his nutt still in u like he told u?" Ugh, I'd forgotten about that problem. I still didn't know how I was going to explain that to Todd. I wrote back "Yes. I can't really talk now though, I'm with bf. D on't know what to tell him when he finds Jaime's load" Simon's reply was fast: "Hot. U'll think of something. Oh and tell him I said happy anniversary" How did he know it was our anniversary? I didn't remember telling him, although who knows what I'd said when his tongue was up my hole all those times. Well of course I wasn't going to tell my boyfriend that the guy I was cheating on him with (well, one of the guys, anyway) wished him a happy anniversary. Simon was just teasing me, like he always did. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, and when I came back out, Todd didn't suspect anything. I hated sneaking around on him. But I couldn't quit Simon, either. I tried not to think about it. The dinner was incredible, the rom-com was perfect, and we both had plenty of wine. Todd started getting handsy as soon as the credits started rolling, and he was taking off my shirt and sliding his hands down my pants pretty quick. I felt his hard-on pressing into me, and I immediately undid his pants and swallowed his cock down to the base. It felt so good to choke on him, and he grabbed my ears softly and sighed. Before long, we were in his bed, and he was throwing my legs over his shoulders and spitting on his bare cock, just like Jaime had earlier today. He gave me a big smile, obviously really happy I'd come over, then he started to push in. I squeezed my hole shut a little, hoping he wouldn't notice I'd just gotten fucked already, and I think it worked. But eventually he got his cock all the way inside me, and when he did, he made a moaning sound I hadn't heard him make before. Then he started sliding in and out, and he seemed to be in ecstasy. "Oh baby, you feel so good," he whispered, with his eyes closed. He fucked me like he was in a trance. "Oh god, you're so wet." He really seemed to like it, and started fucking me harder, and more urgently. Then he leaned down and kissed me passionately. He'd never fucked me like this before. "Oh baby, you feel so good," he repeated, "I'm not gonna last long." He picked up the pace, and really pounded Jaime's load into me, moaning loudly. I wondered what he would say, if he knew he was bathing his raw cock in Jaime's cum? If he knew he was actually having sex with two people tonight, instead of just one? Would he be freaked out? Or would he be turned on by the risk and the sleaziness? After just a couple minutes of piledriving me, Todd started hammering into me, moaning loudly, and throwing his head back, and I knew he was cumming inside me, adding his hot load to Jaime's. He came so intensely, I thought he might black out, and his orgasm seemed to go on forever. I couldn't imagine how much cum I had inside me now. After he finished, he leaned forward and started kissing me all over. "That was amazing," he panted. Then without another word, he lay down next to me, sighed, and fell sleep. Phew. It looked like the big dinner, the wine, and that epic orgasm had done the trick, and he was out before he could ask me why my hole had been so wet inside. Hopefully he wouldn't remember in the morning, and I wouldn't have to answer any questions. But as much as I loved being with my boyfriend, I couldn't help but think about Simon, too. Things definitely weren't easy when I was with him, but at least I didn't have to sneak around and lie when I was with him. Actually, I didn't have to think at all -- Simon always did the thinking for both of us. I knew it didn't make any sense, but even as I lay there next to my amazing boyfriend who would do just about anything for me and who was so easy to please, I wondered when I could see Simon again….

Part X Final Crazy Day? My night was, again, very sleepless. Tossing and turning and dreaming and waking up. At one point climbing out of bed to go to the toilet, where I beat my meat mercilessly remembering the last two days. My, formerly virgin ass, is sore as hell, but tingling like crazy too. I blow a huge load of cum all over myself. It feels amazing and I gingerly wipe it up and push in into my hole. I then lick my fingers, thinking it doesn't taste so bad either, rather nice even. Oh, hell, what am I thinking? I can't seem to get my head around what I have had done to me and then allowed to happen again. It seemed so wrong, but yet, felt so right and wonderful. The feeling of those hard cocks tearing my hole up and filling me with their Poz cum. Terrifying and yet so thrilling and beautiful. I finally get back in bed and the tossing and turning goes on all night again. In the morning I am still so tired it is ridiculous. I head to work, but it is pretty much a losing cause and get very little accomplished and then it is time to leave. I must go by that park again on the way. What shall I do? As I near the park, I can feel my heart beating faster. I get to the entrance and like the car has a mind of its own, I turn in. I immediately notice that there seems to be a few more bikes there. Not many more but maybe 5 or 6 more. I park and just sit in my car watching them. They seem to still be having fun from the day before and I can see a few scattered here and there, definitely having sex. As I watch, my own cock gets harder and harder. I am then startled by a tapping on my window. I turn to see my first buddy standing beside the car and he is fully nude and his marvelous cock is at full attention. I let the window down and he steps closer and I can't seem to help myself as I reach out and take ahold of his cock and bring it to my mouth. He moans his pleasure as he drives it deep into my throat. I gag a little and he pulls back some and I start to suck him, swirling my tongue around as much of it as I can. This goes one for about 10 minutes and then he pulls his cock away from me and reaches down and opens my car door and tells me to get out and lets go play more and he has a nice surprise for me too. As I get out of the car he tells me to just get those clothes off and leave them in the car as I won't need them for a while. I look into his eyes and can't help myself and strip naked and throw my clothes in the back seat. He then walks off with me following him waiting to see what is coming next.

The day five different guys dropped loads in me. I woke up that morning feeling horny as all get out. It was one of those morning at WVU that don't happen to often: sunny and warm in the morning. It is almost always gray in this small college town, so naturally a bright and sunny early morning left me hopeful of getting laid as I hadn't gotten any in several days, and I was in the mood to fuck and started looking for someone to take my load. Being in a college town, there was always someone around that wanted to get fucked or fuck. I pulled out the cell and started texting my ex's and a few fuck buddies to see if anyone was up and wanted a fuck. As it was 7:00 AM, and all the fuck buds were also in college, I wasn't all that surprised no one responded to my invitation. So I got a shower, put some sweats, a T-shirt on and hit campus for my first class, waiting to see if I would get a reply from someone. About 10:00 AM I got a reply from an ex saying he was in the mood but wanted to give rather than receive. At this point, I didn't care how I was going to get my nuts off so I told him to meet me at my place in 30 minutes. On the way to the house, my cell dinged again. It was a fuck buddy from one of my classes wanting to know when I was free. I told him to give me an hour or so, I would be free and able to fuck. I got to the house and Dan (the ex) was there already. Dan is a little stud, 5'9" 160 with a 30 inch waist and a killer, seven inch cock which was much thicker then a red bull can and, he can fuck hard. We always had/have great sex, just couldn't get along as a couple. After a quick kiss at the door, we headed inside the house to have some fun. As soon as we were inside, Dan pushed me to my knees, fished his cock out of his shorts and said "Suck." Dan is an arrogant SOB. I think that is why we couldn't make it as a couple. Just as I was about to go down on him, Dan commented "You better get it wet 'cause I'm not gonna use much lube." Danny boy liked it more on the dry side. I remember once he remarked he liked to feel the ass lips grabbing his cock as he slides in and pulls out. Neediness to say, I licked, sucked and swallowed his cock as much as I could in the little amount of time that he was giving me to get it wet. When he was ready, Danny pulled a little pack of lube out and showed me how much he was going to use, which was not much, but I was horny as hell and he could have taken me dry and I wouldn't have cared. He turned me around and pulled my shorts down, just below my ass, ran a lubed finger over my crack and started pushing his cock in. It had just enough slickness to start to slide in. As he is sliding in to me, he is spitting on my ass and his cock. He is taking it slow and is about half way in when he just grabs my hips hard and pulls me back into him as he thrust his hips forward. Borrowing the last few inches into me. As his balls hit my ass, he pulls back out till the head is just inside. Then starts to slide back into me again. He gets to half way in and slams into me again. When I awoke that morning I decided I wanted to top that day, but now that I was bottoming, it seemed as if that was clearly a hell of a lot better option then topping. Danny set his pace, three to four inches in and out, rutting my ass, occasionally commenting he was happy that I had gotten hold of him, that he had not fucked bare since the last time he drained his nuts in me. After 10 mins at that pace, he switched to a long dicking, pulling out to the point that his head was just left in and then driving to the base. Slow out to the tip and pound it back to the base, Danny was always good at the slam it back in, he had strong hands and a set of hips that were made for fucking. He would slam his cock into me as hard as he could and just hold it there for a few seconds, then slowly pull it back out and repeat, repeat, repeat. This went on for ten to fifteen minutes, only for Danny to pick-up the pace, and as I expected, he grunted "I'm getting close." That its about time for the slut to get its load, all I can was to say "Yeah, yeah, give me it." With one last slam in, he holds my hips as he unloaded into my ass, remarking "You're a good bitch and take it well as he withdrew. Getting to his feet, and pulling-up his shorts, he murmured "I've gotta run or I'll be late for class," adding "I'm sorry to don't have the time to stay and get you off." "That's okay, I replied, not telling him I had scheduled myself to meet a fuck buddy that same morning.

I haven't posted for quite a while on this thread but I need to.... So yesterday I went in to my local STD clinic for my routine check up. I waited a while as they had forgotten about me. Then a guy came out to say Have you been seen yet? Nope, not yet, I replied. He took my file to a room and in less than a minute another guy came out and called my name. I went in to his little office, noticed he was sort of checking me out. He got me to go get the blood tests and to do the swabs and said he would do the questionnaire after I came back which I thought was odd and opposite. Did all that, came back and we chatted. He asked the usual questions and when I said oh I only gutted fucked BB, he asked where. I said at parties or grindr or sex clubs or living where I do I really only have to open my door, to which he replied, I hope I'll be invited in when I walk down your street..... He was so cute too, so I said so, he leaned over and started to kiss me. I kissed back and I presume when he got up he locked his door but to be honest I didn't notice. One thing led to another and all of a sudden I was on my knees sucking his pretty impressive thick dick. I thought, OK, he'll blow down my throat so I said, I hope you breed me sometime to which he replied, I'm gonna breed you now.... I was like, I'm not sure I'm "ready" for that and he told me to shut up, got me up and pulled my pants down and had me lean over his desk. He lapped up at my hole for a while and jacked himself off and I made note not to make a sound as I really wanted to moan. He tried then to fuck me but because of being nervous I was too tight and told him to get some lube. He used spit instead and still I couldn't take him so he then grabbed some lube a from his bowl of lube and condoms and he pushed in and filled me up to the hilt. He fucked a little too hard since I wasn't relaxed (and didn't have my poppers) and kept ramming onto my second hole, so I kept raising up to make it easier and he kept pushing me down so he could get further in (bad bottom I know). I could feel cold sweats on my back and my heart was racing. I kept thinking I hope the door is locked. After about 10 minutes I relaxed into his fucking a little more and he kept ramming into my second hole and finally pushed in and then he unloaded. First a little as I felt him tense up and throb. Then he fucked me for another minute and he then came hard. As he withdrew, I looked to make sure I was clean, thankfully all was ok, lol. I told him I should see him when I go back for more tests and should come more frequently to which he replied, you can always request me and it never hurts to check all the time since you like getting loaded.... I'll be back for sure, took his card.... That was a total surprise for the day and I was trying not to smile completely like a cheshire cat walking out of the clinic...... Kept those puppies in me all day too.

I typed out the rest of my night last week, hit the wrong button and it all disappeared. Damn! Okay, so here I go again and hopefully won't screw it up again. So I am in the sling with a towel over my eyes waiting for some anonymous action. I am almost asleep again when I feel a cock at my hole. I go to take a hit of poppers and before I can get the cap off the guy at my ass grabs them. I hear him take a hit then he hands them to someone else. This guy gives me a go at the little brown bottle then I feel a meaty thwack on my face. He must be tall because his crotch is right in my face. I go to work on his cock. Its nice, about 7 inches cut, very tasty. The other guy is working his cock into my hole. He's got a fat one and he takes his time, more for his own enjoyment I think than for my comfort. Even with my pre-stretched cummy hole he is a tight fit. I can hear the guys making out over top of me interspersed with frequent hits from the poppers. I am having a great time. The guy in my ass asks his friend if he wants a go at my hole. He says he can wait, to go ahead and load me up. A minute later I am taking a frantic fucking and I know he is about to blow. He cums hard, slaps my ass and is gone. My ass is not empty for long. My blow buddy immediately rams into me hard. It literally takes my breath away but he doesn't wait for me to catch up. He starts pounding hard. I am still flying from all the poppers I've been inhaling. He slows to take a big hit then leans in and presses his lips to mine. He breathes out filling my lungs with his poppery air. We do that for several breaths getting dizzy with poppers and a diminishing oxygen supply. Finally he breaks away. With a long low moan he fills my ass with his seed. One quick final kiss and he is gone. Two more guys fuck me in the sling. They were quick pump and dumps. I still had the towel over my face so I never saw a thing. Needing to stretch my legs I got down and walked over to one of the mattresses on the floor. Before long the counter guy was back. He lay down on top of me fully clothed. He asked me my tally and I told him. He said he had been telling guys I was here waiting to get fucked. Wasn't that nice of him. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans. Then he told me he had a couple of friends stopping by and if I wanted more cock all I had to do was stay where I was. He would be getting off in another hour and he would fuck another load into me. I happily agreed to it all. He began kissing my neck and dry humping me. His phone went off and he answered it. It was his friends, they were at the door. "Five minutes", he told me, "and you will have all the cock you can handle." I think it was less than five minutes. They must have broke some sort of strip record because I swear it was only a couple of minutes later and I was being manhandled by two beefy tops. It was very exciting and a little scary. I have never been so dominated by two men in all my years of barebacking. They were two hard fuckers and lucky for me their cocks were not too big for me. I'd say about a 6 and 8 incher. The bigger one was the top end of what I could handle the way they were fucking my ass and face. I was like some sort of poseable doll to them. They pushed and pulled me into all sorts of positions. All the while telling me what a good cocksucker or cum whore I was. Then they told me they wanted to cum in my ass at the same time. A DP! I had only been double-fucked once before in a motel room in Pensacola. It was fun but intense and I could not do it for very long. There was no way I was going to try and refuse these guys. I am not sure they would have listened. The guy with the shorter cock was already in my ass so he lay on his back with me sitting on him. He handed me the poppers and I inhaled deeply. Then he pulled me to him pushing his tongue into my mouth as the other guy pushed his manhood up my ass. My head was spinning from all the sensations but in a really good way. All three of us were sweating like crazy. The guy beneath me was pretty hairy and I was getting off rubbing myself against his fur. I squirmed in between them begging for their loads. With a growl, like they had rehearsed it, they both shot their semen into me. I collapsed thinking I was done but they stayed put. The guy below me whispered in my ear that his friend was always good for a second load. Sure enough after he caught his breath he began pumping again. I was a getting a bit uncomfortable at this point but what could I do. I gritted my teeth and took the fucking. It seemed to go on forever. It was such a relief when he finally let out a long low moan and blew his load. This time they both pulled out and then we lay together trading leisurely kisses and caresses. Once they left I was ready to go to but I promised I'd let the counter guy fuck me again. I stayed put. I didn't mean to get more loads but of course I was laying there ass up smelling of cum. A top climbed on me before I realized he was even in the room. I was worn out but damn I love it when tops help themselves like that. The counter guy showed up before he came so they started trading places all the while talking about what a good cum dump I was. They were talking like I was not even there. Just using my hole to get their nut. My cock was hard as ever. I took their loads and was glad for them. I practically had to crawl back to my room. It felt great falling asleep exhausted from fucking and filled up from all those beautiful cocks. This is just one of the many hundreds of night I have spent in bathhouses around the country. I love to hear about bathhouse fucking so if you have some encounters you want to write about I would love to hear them.

Epilogue - A Ring of Fire: A black hand snatched the wad of cash - my tips from the Speed Breeding and anonymous dick/cum I had taken - then he took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black bouncer/guard I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT” Before I replied I gave him and up/down once over look and my ass shivered in anticipation. He was tall, stocky, with a full beard and a GIGANTIC steel pipe snaking down the right leg of his jeans that even soft was fucking impressive. Garrett patted me on the shoulder and laughed, “I’ll see you at home - good job tonight.” My black escort called out behind him, “Don’t wait up.” I smiled at his boldness, bent over to pick up my shorts, shirt, and full bottle of cocaine Garrett had left for me and yelped as two, calloused fingers started violating my hole as his other hand pressed down on my back. “How many loads you take in that ass tonight,” he asked? I ignored the question as I snorted some powder, wiped my nose, and started to push back, riding those digits. He chuckled, “Fucking bitch - you’re in heat huh? Like I told you, YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN.” He growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - and IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. Now that pussy ass is mine. You ain’t ready yet and frankly never will be until I get done fucking is the first time.” All that talk just made me want it and want it now and I started moaning and riding his fingers harder even as he tried adding a third and turning his hand from vertical to horizontal to cut me up and stretch me out. The sharp pain was joyous and I pushed back on it. He started slicing and dicing my wet hole as he continued, “I’M TELLING YOU NOW. YOU AIN’T READY, BUT I’LL GET YOU CLOSER AND AFTER YOU’VE SHOWN ME YOU CAN BE A REAL WHORE AND SLUT FOR GOOD BLACK DICK - NOT THESE PANTY ASS WHITE DING A LINGS THAT SNUCK THROUGH HERE TONIGHT - BUT REAL NICCA DICK - WHEN I THINK THAT PUSSY IS SET, YOU WILL CRY, SCREAM, TRY TO RUN AND I WON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT CAUSE LIKE I SAID, THAT PUSSY ASS IS MINE NOW. SO QUIT DICKIN AROUND, GATHER YOUR SHIT AND COME ON.” Damn it! What do you call it when a bottom is left hanging like that? Tops get blue balls but what do bottoms get? Blue asshole? I followed him out of the warehouse and had to hustle to keep up. He quickly crossed the street and entered a short alley that cut the block in half and ran between a little neighborhood grocery store and an old bar that only seemed to be open for the daytime drunks. He stopped, turned fast for such a big guy, put his hand around my throat and shoved me against the brick wall, “Hold my fucking lighter for me, then once I start hitting my pipe I want you to get on your hands and knees and lick my boots.” I paused, “What if someone comes by?” I garbled. He just shook his head, “Like I give a shit. They can either watch the show or join in.” Then, with only the glow from his lighter as I tried to hold it steady, he reached down, rolled up cuff of his jeans and extracted a silver case from the top of his Timberlands. I watched as he deftly removed a glass pipe that had a stem about 3 inches long with a gum drop sized bowl on the end. He then stuffed a wadded up piece of Chore Boy metal cleaning pad that he had pre-balled and burned a bit to get the orange coloring off into the bowl. Next he tapped a big yellowish rock out of a little baggy, set it on top of the metal wadding, latched the case close and slid it back into his boot top. He took the lighter, kicked me, “Get on your fucking knees - wait - take them shorts off so I see that ass - there you go - now get on your knees and clean them boots.” I started slurping on his Timberlands as the BBC flicked his lighter, got the rock melting, then inhaled. I reached up to stroke that long dick I was so eager to taste and feel and got knocked up side the head as he coughed out a toxic cloud, “FUCK THAT SHIT OFF. KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS TO YOURSELF AND THAT TONGUE ON MY BOOTS. YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO SERVE A REAL MAN - THAT STARTS BY OBEYING AND KEEPS GOING BY YOU ATTENDING TO MY NEEDS. RIGHT NOW - MY NEED IS YOU TO BATHE MY TIMBS WITH THAT TONGUE. LATER - MY NEED WILL BE TO BREED YOU SO DEEP YOU’LL GET FLUID IN YOUR LUNGS - NUTT PNEUMONIA.” Having finished up the rock, he reached down with his calloused hands, patted me on the head, took his metal case back out of his boot, set the pipe back inside, tucked it back in and said, “Get up. Get your shorts on. Come on.” About a block away as we headed east we paused at the corner. We stood by the vacant building for about 5 minutes - him tweaking and me snorting coke from my bottle. A few cars were on 14th Street, but it was not until one slowed, then circled round the block and came down the side street that he moved. He eased out to the edge of the sidewalk, the car stopped, window rolled down, the black guy inside leaned over and he and my bouncer escort exchanged words. The car then backed up away from the lit corner and turned it’s lights off. I followed along and the driver got out, walked to the passenger side, and leaned against the door as we approached. My BBC bouncer pulled the wad of my cash tips from his pocket, peeled off a $10, handed it to the guy, who smiled, unbuckled his pants, and dropped them to the pavement. “Suck his dick,” I was ordered. I looked from one guy to the other and while I wanted to get fucked, got on my knees, grabbed the guy’s hips and started slurping. I didn’t care if someone might walk by - which given the location and time of night was unlikely and the fact that my BBC bouncer was standing behind me watching. “SUCK THAT DICK YOU WHORE - SUCK IT!” the car’s driver said as he started pumping my throat. I did for a bit, but my B.I.C. (Bottom In Charge) role took over and I pulled back, looked up, and breathlessly asked, “Want to fuck me?” That got me a hard boot to the back as a silent ‘shut up’ from my BBC guide, and as the driver did not respond I shrugged, and focused on working my mouth hole instead. The driver’s hands grabbed the back of my head and he started thrusting, pumping, and filled my mouth with a pint of man cum. Satisfied I had sucked him dry he let go of my head, I leaned back, he zipped up, walked around the front of the car, got in, and drove off. I got off the sidewalk and the BBC bouncer said, “You still need to learn. A man’s needs is not always about getting pussy - well it is - but sometimes a nicca just wants a quick blow job or BJ. You need to learn about the niccas here. Take the dick however they offer it. If they are in their car, they are usually just looking for a quick blow job before heading home. If you need more, you need to offer a little something - a little cash but also offering to take it unwrapped is good - they like whore pussy they can pop and drop a nutt in. Now, you’re gonna have to do better if you want me to fuck that ass.” Damn! I had to hustle again to catch up as he headed back to the corner at 14th. “Hey, I never got your name,” I said as I got up to him. He paused, looked at me and said, “No, you didn’t.” Fuck that was hot! Here I was following some anonymous BBC, taking anonymous loads on the street because he said so, all because I was a dick hungry cock hound. I was busy snorting from my bottle when he did a quick step across the street ahead of an oncoming car. I had to wait for the car to pass then practically run to catch up. We turned east on P Street and a block up, crossed over to Logan Circle Park. Tall, wiry bushes had turned what was once a broad walkway into the small park into nothing more than a slim, game trail. Another example of DC’s failed government back at the time. Shadows moved off to the sides - sounds of sex could be heard, voices low, bodies smacking together, and as we got to the middle of the park I could see a small group of men standing under the statute of Commander John Logan astride his horse, looking forlornly over the rundown park. “Stay here,” my BBC guide said. Bits of light randomly shone from the streetlamps that circled the park. Any lamps within the park were long broken, but there was enough light to make out the basics. It was also starting to approach morning, yet a dark and overcast one. Fitting for the dark places I was being taken in DC’s underbelly. I looked down at the remnants of an old park bench, which now was nothing more than a metal leg/end piece bolted to cracked concrete and a few bits of rotten wood. I took my bottle out, snorted some coke, and watched as my guide eased up to the group, shook some hands, then turned his back to me as he did his business. Was he finding me more dick? “Are they going to fuck me?” I asked as he came back to where I was standing. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back down the path a couple of steps and quietly said, “No. Something else to learn if you are going to chase street dick is that it’s almost always best to catch guys who are alone. Sitting alone, walking alone, driving alone. Those dudes up there? They’re here for business - slinging dope, rock, needles, whatever. Now, they don’t bother folks who come here to fuck around they just don’t want to be bothered and if you had gone up to ask them if they wanted to fuck you’d get beat down. True - I know some of those niccas would roll up in that ass another place - another time - but this is their business time.” I looked crestfallen and swayed a bit as I snorted some more coke. “Easy there pussy boy,” my BBC bouncer said as he steadied me. “I want you fucked up, not dropped out, cause I’ll leave your ass where it falls. Don’t worry. I came here to get as much rock as they could offer with that nice wad of cash of yours. When I fuck you, I want to be lit as that makes me horny as shit and I want you lit too. You’ll see - the pipe will make you climb my dick like a pro – at least for the second round. You’ll be lucky to stay conscious for the first one. I also got someone here for you to see to see how good of a whore you are and then - then if you do my man right, we’ll see about what comes next.” Well that perked me right up and in my excitement I ran right into the back of my BBC guide who had stopped in the middle of the trail, seemed to orient himself, then pushed through a small gap in the bushes on the left side of the path. Lucky for me he was tall and created a darker shadow to follow. He only went about 5-feet before he stopped, and asked, “How’s it going Russell?” I stepped up beside my guide into a small space that had been beat out in the middle of a bunch of the tall bushes. There was a black guy who was clearly homeless sitting on the ground, smoking a hand rolled cigarette, his face highlighted by the cast from a little fire burning in coffee can. My BBC guide pulled out my stack of tips that he had left, peeled off a $5, tossed it on the ground and said, “I brought you some white ass. Got a fresh boy here who’s trying to learn to be a good street whore and I know with how things are, you don’t get pussy like you used to. Figured you could use some.” The homeless man groaned as he stood up, looked at me, “You trying to take some dick boy?” he asked. I looked from him to my BBC bouncer and back. Yeah I had taken the guy on the street corner up from Garrett’s house who was begging for money, but that was really my only experience with homeless dick and somehow this seemed - ‘worse’. “Yes,” I said. He huffed liked he didn’t believe me. I dropped my shorts, turned, “Come on, stick it in me,” I said. He laughed, “What? You think I lay up around here with a hard dick just waiting for pussy to stumble on by? You got to work my shit first. Nice ass though. You gonna let me bust one in it? Want me to wipe my dick off a bit before you start sucking it? No? Jesus man, think you may have a real freak whore here.” I got on my knees, careful not to tip over the coffee can fire pit and although the dick he pulled out of his pants was crusted, ripe, and smelled like an outhouse, I gobbled that stink stick down. My BBC guardian stood behind us watching and smoking a fresh rock on his pipe as I worked the flesh pipe in my mouth, got it hard, turned around, and let him push it into my ass. “I WANT YOUR CUM IN ME RUSSELL, FUCK IT - FUCK ME GOOD - YEAH JUST LIKE THAT,” I said as the filthy 10-incher pushed in and out of my hole. “CREAM MY WHITE PUSSY MAN, PU T THAT LOAD IN, FUCK IT HARDER, GO ON, HARDER, PLEASE – CUM IN ME…” A few minutes of me talking dirty later, Russell was close, “YOU A NASTY ONE AIN’T YA? HOT DAMN THAT’S GOOD ASS - READY FOR THIS CUM IN THAT ASS? DON’T PULL AWAY NOW - I’M JUST ABOUT THERE - JUST ABOUT THERE - HERE YOU GO - FILLING THAT WHITE ASSHOLE UP - FILLING YOU UP WITH MY DARK ROAST. PUMPING THAT PUSSY FULL WITH MY BIG LOAD.” Russell kept jamming my hole as squirt after squirt was added to the cum remnants already inside me. Finally spent, he yanked his dick out, ordered me to clean it off, and once done, plopped back down on the ground and tossed some more bits of paper and refuse in his coffee can fire, fanning the little flames to life. My BBC guide tucked his pipe back into his boot top, led the way out through the bramble path, and before we cleared the brush he stopped, turned, grabbed me by throat and pulled me close. His beard tickled my face as the wisps of crack smoke from his lungs tickled my nose, “Reach down and touch my fucking dick,” he ordered. I would have gasped in wonder if his hand had been looser. All I could do was gurgle a bit. “Seeing that shit made my dick rock hard. FUCK! If it was later at night I would take your ass right here - let you bleed out in the bushes as I rape that pussy to death - maybe another night,” he warned. I shook with anticipation. He let go, we cleared the brush line, he stopped, looked around like he was getting his bearings, then smiled, “I got the perfect place to go next. Spot be hopping 24/7.” We headed zig-zag north a few blocks, then cut to the west, back over to 14th Street, then further north, and cut west again to 15th. At W Street we turned left and immediately veered right off the sidewalk onto a paved path. My BBC guide had been laser focused on our destination and had barely said two words to me. He seemed like he was jonesing for his pipe – about as bad as I was in need of his - and when I pulled out my bottle of coke to snort some he snatched it from me, stuffed it in his pocket and said, “No. No more. You need to do this next part without flashing that damn bottle to the fucking world. Safer that way, plus I need you ready for the pipe.” He now paused, looked around, there were a few passing the intersection a block over on 16th, but otherwise the streets were quiet. “This is Malcolm X Park,” he explained with a wave to the dark, unlit, path. “The park runs oh several blocks up the hill. The white folks call it Meridian Hill Park. Trying to white wash it like everything else in this city. For now, it’s still the place to go for 24/7 freak shit. Drugs, street trade, just niccas looking to hang and smoke, get a blow job, fuck some ass or pussy. Once we walk through them posts there you stick close. If you with me, no one will fuck with you - well they will - but you know, they won’t try to rob or hurt you or shit. About half way up is a spot I know. Used to be a pump house or something for the fountain that is cut back deep into a wall. I know we’ll find the freak shit there that I want – them rough street trade niccas that will gang rape that pussy good and get it ready for me.” I suddenly got nervous and touched his arm, “Won’t we get busted or arrested or something?” I asked. He laughed, “ Fuck no! The cops know better than to go in there even in the day. Neighbors too. They all stay out, that is of course unless they scoping. This is where shit goes down and oh, right about now, we’ll run into the dudes who have gotten off the night shift, or have been at the after parties and too fucked up to go home, or are fucked up enough to get down on the DL, or guys like me who can come here and get what I want by force if need be and no one saying shit. Hell, I think the cops and the city like leaving it like this. Rundown, overgrown, lights all broken and shit. Cheaper, but keeps the wild shit in a central spot. Otherwise you’d have brothas and the Latinos, and the Maryland boys spread out from Adams Morgan, to Logan Circle, to Capitol Hill trying to find some little spot to get into just a minute of innocent trouble.” Sure didn’t sound like anything innocent happened in this place. Like Logan Circle’s park, this one was overgrown, strewn with trash, lights were busted, and as I gazed up the multi-tiered fountain and steps that cascaded down the hillside, I thought this would be a fucking awesome Halloween haunt. Only it wasn’t All Hallows Eve - it was a hazy morning in the nation’s capital, yet I still hoped for some demons to spawn inside my living flesh. “Wait here,” my BBC guide said as we got about halfway up the Hill and angled off to the right into a thicket of hollies that opened before stone archway. Flickers of lighters and matches were like Polaroid snapshots of the men milling about inside. Two guys passed me heading back the way we came. The looks they gave me were a mix of curiosity and a warning like I was treading on ground where I didn’t belong. A few seconds later the bouncer rejoined me, wrapped his hand tight around my throat and put his face close to mine again, “It’s time. Time to get that ass fucked good. My buddies say the spot’s jumping this morning with limited options, so that means you’re gonna get all the fucking nicca dick and nutt you can handle. Here’s how this is playing out. You and I are going in there and off to the back and side is a stone bench. I’m gonna sit back, kick out my feet, hit my rock, and watch the fucking show. You - you are gonna get naked, get on your fucking hands and knees and lick my boots again. Then - then you are going to experience a RING OF FIRE.” “What is a RING OF FIRE?” I asked. Fingers squeezed tighter to cut off any other questions. “A RING OF FIRE IS A BBC GANG RAPE SPECIAL. THE CALL HAS GONE OUT TO EVERY FUCKING CRACK HEAD IN THE PARK - THAT’S WHERE THOSE GUYS WENT OFF TOO. SOON THIS ALCOVE WILL BE BRIMMING WITH BROTHAS ALL LOOKING TO LIGHT THEIR PIPES UP AND STAND IN A CIRCLE - CREATING A RING OF FIRE AROUND THAT WHITE PUSSY ASS AS ONE AFTER ANOTHER DICK IT DOWN, NUTT UP, AND TAG OFF. YOU MENTIONED YOU TOOK A FEW DICKS THE OTHER NIGHT AT SOME GUY’S HOUSE WITH HIM AND HIS HOMIES WATCHING THE GAME. THAT’S LIGHT WEIGHT SHIT. YOU IN THE RING NOW WITH HEAVY WEIGHT ROCK STARS. COME ON. WHILE WE WAIT, YOU NEED TO GET READY AND THE FIRST FLAME TO GET LIT IN THIS RING WILL BE YOU - TIME FOR YOU TO BECOME A CRACKHEAD WHORE! TIME FOR YOU TO GET BURNED BY THE RING OF FIRE SO THEN IT WILL BE MY TURN AS MY SEED NEEDS TO COME OUT AND BURN THAT ASS!” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

i finally found a gift giver who is 15 min from me and is 31 and wants to infect me ??? hes converted many...should i do it

If I could....

Part XII As my ass was being pounded over and over, my mind was still completely befuddled. What the hell am I doing? Then it was like omg I want this to never end. Back and forth, what a conflict, but the wanting was far greater and the feeling of pleasure of that beauty of a cock ravishing my hole and rubbing my prostate was too much to ignore. My bud was getting faster now and harder. It felt like he was trying to drive me through the table we were on, but the pleasure never stopped. In and out went his cock driving us both crazy with pleasure. Then I could actually feel his cock seem to expand more and more and I knew he was getting close to filling my hole with his POZ cum, again, and I wanted every drop of it. Then with one more mighty thrust as deep and hard as he could, I felt his cock start to throb and knew he was cumming in me and my own cock started to spew my cum between us at the same time. He ground into me and then it was done. He rolled off of me and then scooped up the cum on our stomachs from my orgasm and licked it off of his fingers and then leaned over me and kissed me, feeding my own cum into my mouth, with a deep kiss. As we both started to recover, I noticed that a couple of more guys, I had never seen before, had entered the tent and were standing next to the table. They were both naked as well and my eyes almost bugged out of my head as I noticed they both had hardons that looked like they might have extra legs. They looked like twin cocks and had to each be around a foot long and bigger around than my wrist. My buddy then told me that this was the surprise he had told me about when I got there. They had just come in last night and he had told them about me and they both wanted to try me out. I just stared, thinking there was no way anything that big could possibly get in me. As my bud got up, one of the new guys climbed on the table in his place and lifting my legs up he crawled between them and and started to rub his huge cock around my hole. I was scared out of my mind and could only think that there was no way that could possibly go in my little hole. Then he started to push and to my surprise I could feel it edging its way in, slowly but surely and then with a pop, the head was in me and then he started to sink further and further into me. My head just rocked back and forth as I moaned out, no, no, stop, it is way too big, but he didn't stop and kept pushing deeper into me. It seemed like forever when I realized his stomach was against me and his whole mammoth cock had to buried all the way in me. I couldn't believe it. With only a few seconds of waiting he then pulled back and slammed it into me hard. I almost screamed with the pain of that thrust and could actually feel the lips of my ass split some. I knew he had torn me up with that thrust and tried to stop but couldn't move as he started to pile drive my ass faster and faster and harder and harder. My pain became pleasure again and I found myself pushing my ass back at him on every instroke. My head rolled from side to side as I could only moan in pleasure. I barely registered my original buddy leaning down to tell me, have fun, these two probably have the highest viral levels of poz cum of any of us here, so you are being very well bred. For the next two hours, these two new guys, took turns, pounding my hole. First one for a while and then the other one would climb on. Finally, the first one to go, told me he was ready and I could feel every single throb of his monster cock as he came for what seemed like forever in me. Then the other monster cock was back in me and after another 10 minutes he told me he was ready and again the throbs and huge amount of cum were deposited in me and this time I felt my own cock erupt again and as he had basically tipped me almost upside down by then, my cock was pointed right at my face and I opened my mouth and my cum filled my mouth full as I gulped it down my throat.

Part XI OMG I can't believe this yet. I was just going to stop and watch a few minutes. Then, almost out of nowhere my new biker bud was knocking on my car window and was completely naked. As I put the window down he leaned forward and I found myself sucking his cock into my mouth. Then after a few minutes he had pulled back and told me to get out of the car and when I did he told me to follow him but get naked and leave my clothes there and I did that, also. Then I followed him down towards the rest of the guys there. Why am I doing this? I can't seem to help myself. He leads me to the tent there and we go in. The next thing I know he has turned, grabbed me and planted his lips on mine in a very deep and passionate kiss and I find myself returning it and his tongue drives between my lips and deep into my mouth. By the time the kiss is done my own cock is hard as it can get and he has his hand on it and stroking it and I find I am doing the same to his without realizing I had started to. We kiss again, stroking each others cocks for a bit and then he gently pushes on me, without breaking our kisses and backs me up towards the table set up in there. I feel my legs bump the table and he gently keeps the pressure on me as I bend my knees and sit on it and then start to lay down. There is a cover on it and we do not break our kissing or stroking off as he slides me further up onto the table and I find myself being pushed down to lay on it as he moves to the side of it. He then breaks off our kiss and starts to kiss me down across my neck to my chest and then a stop to kiss and suck each nipple and then his kisses go further down across my stomach. As he gets to my cock he has climbed onto the table also and then as his mouth engulfs my cock I find myself taking his into my mouth also. We suck each other for a while and it feels so good. I don't think my cock has ever been this hard before. After a few minutes of this I feel him pull my legs up and spread them out as he lets go of my cock with his mouth and starts to kiss and suck my balls and then lower till he is rimming my hole. I feel his tongue going in and out of my ass, driving me wild, as he probes deeper and deeper and slathers his spit all over making me wet there. Then he pulls his cock from my mouth and turns around on the table. He moves between my legs and leans down and plants another kiss on me as he raises my legs up and over his shoulders. Then I feel him probe for a moment with his cock till he feels my hole and then with one smooth push, he enters me and doesn't stop till he is buried all the way in my ass completely. All I can do is moan around his tongue in my mouth, it feels so good. He then starts a slow out and back in slow and hard, thrusting as deep as he can get into my channel, pulling almost all the way out and then deep into me, over and over again.

GAITHERSBURG, MD. - Was pretty horny but couldn't decide if I wanted to top or bottom. Hopped on all the sites and got a hit on BBRT (I'm BottomBreeder on there) from a sexy 27 year old with a boyfriend. He said he wanted to take my load and then surprise his boyfriend at work with my load in his hole. It sounded fun but the timing wasn't going to allow this to happen for a couple of hours. So I prepped my hole just in case any tops hit me up. One ended up grabbing me on Scruff and agreed to nut and run as soon as I was ready. I told him what hotel but I don't give the room # out until I'm ready. The fucker was sitting in the hotel parking lot 15 minutes later based on his geolocation on Scruff. LOL So I knew he was for real. I prepped my hole and continued to look for other potential fucks. I ended up taking the rather large guys load (belly, not cock) anonymously and he shot a nice load rather quickly. I signed onto Grindr and recognized the BBRT guy's pic and it said he was like 1500 feet away. So I texted him and he said he was close by looking for another load..... shorty there after saying, "Hey, can you breed me now?" So I said sure and he came up. He got undressed right away and knelt down to suck my cock. He had those assless undies on that drive me wild. Soon I had him on the bed and I was eating his glorious boyhole. He tasted so good! We hit the poppers and I spun him around to get my dick wet again. He did a nice quick job of lubing up my cock and then I spun him back around and slid in. I fucked him for about 4 or 5 minutes before blowing my load. We talked about how hot it was he was going to be taking my nut to his boyfriend to use as lube. So when my cock softened up and it was time to slide out he put an incredible grip on my cock! He was almost sucking it back in with his ass! He wanted to milk every drop of cum out of my cock! That was hot. He asked if I would snap a pic, I obliged. My cum was so deep inside of him that none was really visible except some of the clear cum oozing down his butt. I texted him today and he said his boyfriend loved it and to hit him up again anytime I'm in the DC area!

Because sex ≠ love

Part IX I drive home in complete panic mode and totally confused by what had happened to me. My ass is still leaking loads of cum and I know my pants are getting soaked through. For some reason, though, I love the feeling. My ass is completely torn up and leaking poz cum like crazy and all I can do is shiver in the knowledge of how good it felt. This is completely crazy to me though and I can't figure it out or make a coherent thought other than ripples of pleasure every time I hit a bump in the road. Lucky for me, this is my wife's girls night out time, so she is already gone and won't be home till late. I pull into the drive and get out of my car and almost back up into the house so no neighbors will see the huge wet spot now forming on the rear of my pants. I can't get in the door fast enough to suit me. Then I basically ran to the bathroom and stripped off my clothes and sat on the toilet to let more cum flow out of me. Damn, it feels like gallons. I then jump in the shower to clean up. As I soap my ass, though, I find my hole is still so open, my fingers slide in easily and I almost cum from the feeling of my own fingers going into me. By the time I am done washing my cock is harder than hell and I find myself beating it as fast and hard as I can. In just a few minutes of this, plus my thinking of what had happened, my cock nearly exploded a bucket of cum all over the shower walls. I clean up some more and get out to towel off and get ready for bed. I know it will be another night of restlessness and little sleep though as I try to figure out what I was doing.

Part VIII I awake with a start and look at my watch and find find I have actually only been asleep a few minutes and only been at the park for maybe two hours. My head is on my first fuckers shoulder and as I start to get fully awake I find that his hard cock is against my ass crack. As I turn my head to look over my shoulder he is looking back at me and his cock slides down lower and is entering my wide open sloppy, cum filled hole again. I can't move away and can only move my ass back at him allowing his cock in deep. In just a few seconds he is pounding my ass mercilessly again. I can only moan my pleasure. He whispers in my ear that he is ready to fill me again and I feel his cock expand and throb. He is filling me full again of his poz cum and my own cock erupts at the same time. I am now fully awake and in full on panic mode, trying to figure out what the hell I am doing. Two days in a row, getting my formerly straight, virgin ass filled with HIV+ cum and I can't seem to stop myself. I jump off the table wide eyed at what I have done. Cum runs out of my ass and down my legs as I grab for my clothes. I then collapse on the bench in total turmoil. I reach down between my legs and lift them and feel the cum loads flowing out of my ruined ass with my fingers. I look and can see it is a lot and has even got some red streaks in it that has to be my own blood and I cannot figure out what to do. The guy has already gotten up and left the tent, leaving me alone. I get dressed and head out of the tent. The many guys there are in full on party mode it seems and drinking and several are fucking on blankets on the ground while others are watching and cheering them on. Looks very festive, but I just head to my car and start for home to try and figure out what I have become and what to do.

Part VII I think I have gone crazy. Here I am laying beside a guy on a park bench filled with his poz cum, again, and supposed to be straight. All I can think of is wanting some more now. This can't be. I hear a voice and look up to find another of his buddies just coming in the tent. He is sayin how nice that looks and is dropping his shorts and soon in naked as well. He climbs on the table with us and my legs just kind of on their own go up and out. His hard cock centers on me and he drives it deep into my ass. I can only moan in pleasure. The first guy gets up and tells us he will be back and leaves. This new guy is pounding my hole hard and deep and all I can do is moan in my pleasure. He is hitting my prostate and driving me wild again. My mind is in a panic but my ass is loving this and I can't do anything but drive back onto his cock as he drills me good. I find myself begging for more and more and harder and faster. He complies and pile drives me with all his might. My ass is on fire. "Do me, do me, do me," is my chant. I hear some rustling and look around to find at least 5 or 6 other guys have come into the tent now. I hear myself telling them to line up, I want you all. OMG, what the hell am I saying? Soon this second guy grunts he is cumming and grinds his cock into me, then gets up and another guy takes his place. On and on they go, as one gets done another takes his place. I can't seem to stop or get enough. I want them all. "Fuck me," I tell them. They all keep dumping their loads into my willing ass and I am loving it. Finally, they seem to be done though. I look around and the first guy is back and sitting beside me and telling me it is ok now. Just to relax and and let it happen. He kisses me again and I fall to sleep in his arms as he climbs on the table with me.

Moderator's Note: If you do not want to deal with the red text, there is a copy of this story in the normal color in the first response below. (This is a semi-true account of my recent bathhouse excursion. Yes, I am 23. The inner struggle described is real. If you want to help bring out my inner slut, DM me. I lurk on here way too much, and want to live out some of my fantasies with a truly dom top.) Finals were over. Fuck was I glad. This past semester was super hard. All my classes were so boring and a lot of my friends were graduating, so everyone was on edge the entire time. Whatever, at least it’s over. To reward myself, I planned on getting high and going to the bathhouse to get fucked. You’d think that being 23, smooth with a tight body and well defined 6-pack would get you a lot of dick in college, but a lot of guys on campus usually chicken out. So I waited until classes were done to make up for all the dick I should have gotten. It was Friday night and most of my friends were out getting drunk to celebrate summer. Boring! Instead I shaved my hole, douched, and got ready to go to the bathhouse. I saved a couple pills of E from a rave I went to, and I was determined to get high and get my ass destroyed. “But...no bareback,” I repeated over and over again. “Promise me you’ll make guys use condoms,” I repeated. I was determined to minimize the after-fuck guilt and scare. I love feeling raw dick slide into my hole. I love having the shaft rub my Gspot and make me moan. And I especially love feeling the cock spasm as the top shoots his warm cum in my ass. I love all these things! BUT, I always work myself into a frenzy afterwards. I would do myself a favor and use condoms, so I won’t freak out the day after. “Condoms only!” I committed I finally got to the bathhouse. I timed the pills so they would kick in by the time I got the bathhouse. I got a locker, undressed and wrapped a towel around my tight, jock body. I was shivering from nervousness. As much as I love sex, doing it with random strangers still scares me a bit. Being a hypochondriac and cum slut isn’t the best combination. Oh well, that’s why I took the E. I got in the hot tub to relax a bit. There were a lot of guys here tonight I noted. After a few minutes, I got out to walk around. In the first hallway, I walked past a room with an open door. Inside was a pretty well-built daddy, probably in his late 40’s. He motioned me in. I acquiesced. “You are really sexy,” he told me. “Thanks. So are you,” I responded. I got on my knees and sucked his nice 7-inch cock. After several minutes, I got his cock rock hard. By now, the E had fully kicked in. In fact, I think I took too much, because I was getting a bit disoriented. My body was tingly all over, and my thoughts raced. My vision was going in and out, but I was still focused on his cock. The fit daddy pointed to the bed, and my inner submissive whore hastily obeyed. I got on my back and lifted my legs up, exposing my smooth hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted some on his cock, and rubbed some on my hole. He walked closer and lined his cockhead to my hole. “Um, can you please use a condom,” I weakly asked. The top frowned, but he nodded his head. He went to his bag and grabbed a condom. “Suck my dick some more, baby,” the daddy commanded. I quickly gobbled up his cock. Good job I thought to myself. Way to stick to our agreement of no BB. Within a few minutes, his cock was hard again, getting past the fact that he had to wrap it up. He ripped the wrapper and rolled on the condom, lubed up his cock, and approached my hole. I was on my back again and saw his face. The face of intent. His body glistened with manliness. I could never get this back at my college campus. This much man. This much experience and dominance. I was in bliss. He slowly pushed in. My hole wasn’t used to condoms, so it really hurt. The daddy was slow though. He added more lube and kept pushing. After about 5 minutes, he still hadn’t made much progress. “You’re really tight,” he whispered in my ear with his cock still pressed against my hole. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a while...are you neg?” I asked “Why does it matter” he retorted with annoyance, “I’m wearing a condom.” Don’t even think about asking him to fuck you raw! I screamed at myself. Come on slut! You know you want it. You play coy, but you and I know you’re going to let him fuck you raw, I urged myself. What’s another night of bareback. You’ve earned it. You got a 4.0 this quarter. Reward yourself with raw cock. “Hey, maybe you can just tease my hole without a condom for a bit.,” I meekly said. The daddy stood back up and his face brightened up. In his smile, there was a tinge of darkness. He was going to fuck me raw and load me up. He knew this, and I knew this. “Ok, baby,” he responded. He quickly threw off the condom. Then he spit on my hole and rubbed his cock up and down. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. The hot daddy saw this and pushed his cock into my hold. “We really shouldn’t. Please don’t fuck me raw,” I unconvincingly pleaded. My voice was so soft and weak that both of us knew I didn’t mean it. He kept pushing. I moaned. Skin on skin feels so good. A few moments later, he was inside. I felt his warm cock pulsating. I looked at him. Any bit of care and tenderness was wiped from his face. In their place was pure lust. He looked at me with animal eyes. Even his breathing changed. His breaths were now grunts. He slid his cock halfway out and then rammed it back in. His slow rhythm was in perfect sync with his grunts. His cock was rubbing my hole in all the right places. I was moaning so loudly. I knew the whole bathhouse could hear me, but I was too high and in too much pleasure to fucking care. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my cock” he said to me. “Ugh yeah, please fuck me! Your cock feels so good!” I moaned. He pulled his cock all the way out, slapped my hole, and then shoved it back in. His sweat dripped on me. His odor flooded my senses. I was enveloped in this god’s aura. He varied his pace for a few more minutes before flipping me over. I backed myself up furiously on his raw cock. My body felt like electricity from the E. He slapped my ass and then grabbed my hips to gain control. He pounded my ass for what felt like hours. I was in slut heaven. Then without warning, he pulled out and stepped away. I turned around, showing him desperate, pleading eyes. Even with my impaired vision, I could see the sweat that glistened on his body. His masculine stance with huge arms flexed on either side. He was breathing heavily, sign of the work he’s been putting in. “Please fuck me, sir. Your cock feels so good. I really need it,” my depraved self pleaded. “I’m getting close, boy. I’m about to bust my load, “ he responded,“If I keep fucking you, I’m going to breed you. I’m not wasting my load on your bac.,” I didn’t say anything. I was paralyzed by conflict. I was paralyzed by how good his cock felt. I was paralyzed by how much I wanted his load inside my hole. Not waiting for my response, he flipped me on my back and shoved his cock inside me. “Ohhhhhh fuckkk yes,” my mouth finally vocalized. He took my ankles and pushed them way back. He had a perfect view of my hole. But instead, he fixed his gazed on my face. As he pounded my hole, he said to me, “I’m going to breed your hole boy. Fill your guts with my warm seed. My hot seed.” The room was filled with guttural noises and animal instincts. Cock in and out. Sweat dripped. In. And out. Grunting. Bam. Bam. Bam. In. And Out. Grunt. Moan. “Please spit on me. Make me your bitch,” I pleaded as I sniffed in more of his scent. He scoffed at me. His eyes were filled with disgust. Here is a dumb bitch asking to be spit on taking raw cock. The same dumb bitch that pretended to want condoms. The same bitch that is high out of his mind. Disgust swirled in his mouth and he quickly spat on my face. Then BAMMM he smacked my face with all his might and I lost my breath due to the shock and pain. He grabbed my face and turned me to face him. “Beg me for my seed, you dumb bitch,” he demanded. “Beg me to breed your cunt.” FUCKING BEG HIM, YOU WHORE. I screamed to myself. “Please, sir. Please breed me,” I managed. “Yeah? You want it? Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want,” he urged. “Your hot load. Please fill me up. I want your cum,” I said with more strength. “Oh fuck yeah, boy! I’m going to fill you up with my load,” he continued. “Yes!! Fuck me. Fuck your poz load into me,” I moaned. He stopped fucking me and said, “Poz load? Who said I was poz?” I came out of my haze and sheepishly smiled at him. “Sorry.” “Oh so you’re a fucking chaser aren’t you? You sick, dirty fuck. I bet you want poz loads, huh? I bet you want my dick to flood you with venom.” I could tell this was really turning him on. He picked up his paced. He was really railing me now. “You’re going to get my poz load. I’m going to fill you up with my sick dick,” he yelled. “Yes, fill me with your poz load! I need it! PLEASE!” I exclaimed. My inner slut was out. “Fuck yeah, boy!” the hot daddy exclaimed. And with that, he thrusted into me hard. His whole body was shuddering as he half collapsed on top of me. “Ohhhh fuckkk,” he grunted. I felt his cock pulsate in my hole. Moving up and down slightly. Then I felt warmness inside my hole. With each pulse, my hole felt warmer and slicker. I had milked this hot daddy for his man juices, and I felt so proud. Despite all the inner turmoil, I loved the feeling of being bred. The danger and risk. The weight as the top presses down from pleasure and exhaustion. I loved everything about it. After a few minutes, the top composed himself. He slowly slid out of my hole, and just gave me a smirk. “Thank you, sir,” I offered. “You’re welcome, slut,” he returned. He pushed me over to make room for him on the dirty mattress. I rested in his arms for some mandatory post-coital cuddling. He said that was hot and asked how old I was. “23,” I said. “Fuck, such a slut at such a young age.” “Hahah, yeah I watch a lot of porn and read some pretty angular erotica,” I said. “Angular erotica...hah!” After a few minutes, I got restless. I was still rolling hard from the E and now that I have fully abandoned safety, I was intent on getting more dick. I got up and wrapped my towel around my waist. I thank him again, and made my way for the door. I paused and turned to face him one last time. “Are you actually poz?” I asked . “Maybe,” he said coldly. I just smiled and exited the room. My body still pulsating from the E. If only my professors and friends could see me right now; I thought to myself, the control freak that asks smartass questions in class is taking anonymous cum up his ass. With that thought, I made walked into the dimly lit, red-tinged hallway. The night had just begun.

Among (so many) other things, I like to suck cock. I hit gloryholes at a.b.s. when I travel. The plan being to suck men to completion and spit the load into a bottle to use later as fuck lube. The problem is, lately a lot of the men have pulled out of my mouth and retracted from the gloryhole and finished themselves off by hand as I look on....pissed that not only did I not get the load, but the dude wasted it on the floor. I've asked why, and the few that did give me an answer said things like "It's not safe" or "I like to finish it myself". One guy even said "If I don't cum in your mouth, I'm not cheating on my wife". Anyone else experience gloryhole dick that will not give you the load?

I'm supposed to be a straight guy, but my GF just doesn't want to fuck anymore. I'm getting more into gay sex and increasingly dirty wank habits. I've been sucking dicks and rimming etc.. for ages, but I've found I like being degraded, as you'll read below. Lately I've taken to going to the floor below at work and going into a cubicle. That floor is pretty quiet, so I can have a nice long wank uninterrupted. I started getting dirty and fantasizing about being pissed on, and, whilst naked on my knees, have taken to licking the cubicle toilet seat. This has advanced to cleaning under the seat and around the bowl with my tongue. Then the side of the toilet and the floor. Today I went one stop further. I was feeling bold. So I stood by the wall-mounted porcelain urinals and began wanking. Not naked - I'm not that bold as of yet. At first I began using my finger to wipe along the edge and then taste it, and found it tasted delicious. I had never been so turned on. Without hesitation I dropped to my knees, stuck my head into the urinal and licked up everything I could, all the the piss that was coating the porcelain. It was so good - and depraved. I couldn't help myself, and, within seconds, shot my cum on the floor. Usually once I cum, I'm done. Not this time. I dropped down and licked up my cum. Oh my god - it was the best. I kept it in my mouth and went into the cubicle and had another wank right away. I spat all the spit and cum out into my hand and used it to slowly finger my arse using two fingers as I'm rather tight. Licking my fingers, oh my god, I was in heaven. This was the first time I had ever tasted the combination of my arse and cum. It was amazing, definitely much hotter than pussy. My fingers came out of hole slightly dirty, if you know what I mean, which somehow made the experience even hotter. So dirty and exciting. It's an amazing feeling. I need to eat cum direct from someone's arse. I think I'm a bottom - I need to be fucked, wish I could eat cum direct from my own arse, LOL. Maybe I need to play with another bottom and a top.

In spanish: To fuck bareback = follar a pelo To breed = preñar (can use lefar too, turning the word lefa (an ordinary form to say cum) in a verb). Poz = seropositivo. Another form is sidoso, but can ve very rude and despective in many contexts. Is very common positivo too. Slut: puta / zorra Breed my ass = préñame el culo / léfame el culo Cum slut = puta preñable Any other question? Edit: my nickname CerdoLefero means cum pig.

The doc said to do a Sitz bath (google it) everyday. So in my mind if the doc called one for a day..then obviously three a day would be better. (Medically speaking that statement is false, but tell my brain that.) So I did three a day, as hot as you can stand..only I added Epson salt (more than called for) and cocoanut oil. It has many uses, and one of them is a healing agent and an antibacterial. After a week I would use the smallest butt plug I could find made of SAFE GLASS. I'm sure any toy as long as its the smallest and SAFE GLASS. Small because all you are doing is getting that cocoanut oil all the way in without doing more damage SAFE GLASS because its the smoothest stuff ever made. SAFE GLASS is the only anal toy material I use anyway because 1) It feels incredible 2) All the lube in the world and rubber and latex will eventually get stuck and cause drag and hurt...and thats with no anal fissure. I could do a whole piece on SAFE GLASS. After about two weeks of this (pardon the expression, I can't NOT say it!) pain in the ass regimen I had no more blood on the toilet paper or in my stool and no pain. Bear in mind I'm not a physician....but I have fucked a few...so that almost pretty much makes me one, right?? Oh and sorry, but no sex while this is going on AND when you do resume butt sex...lots and lots of lube always and forever. The days of spittin' and stickin' are over!! Good luck..

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I think young guys are more hung up on versatility. I think that is because of a lot of bottom shaming. I have always been mostly a bottom, but I topped quite a bit in my 20s because it was expected and no one wanted the reputation of being a pussy boy. When I started playing with older guys who were cool with me being a true bottom, my sex life improved.

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3. Rod. Things with Jay were progressing exactly as I wanted them to. I'm sure every boy thought that he was a special snowflake, but in reality, it was just like pressing a few buttons. It would be a few years before Jay realized how easily he had been played, but by then, it would be far too late for him to do anything. Plus, more than likely, he would wouldn't even care. If anything, he would come back and thank me for pulling him out of his shell. Of course, there was no way I was going to give this opportunity up. In the pocket of my pants, now lying on the floor of the patio, there was a vial of GHB, along with a few small tablets. I was paying Aiden well over two grand for the pleasure of breaking him in and giving him his first load. In the unlikely event that the easy way didn't work, there were always other ways to get what I want. "Like this?" he said. He practically wagged his ass at me. Aiden had texted me that he had done a bit of coke in the ride to my place, not to mention the G I had already fed him. His mind was tuned for pleasure. Of course, my pleasures were significantly darker than he was expecting. I was planning on giving him a gift that would last him a lifetime. "Exactly," I said. I knelt down behind him. He had taken a shower before going out; his ass smelled like soap and boy-sweat, exactly how I liked it. I leaned in. "Just relax and enjoy it," I said, before pressing my lips against his tender young hole. There was a bit of fuzz on his crack, enough to remind me, if I needed any reminding, that he was a young man at the peak of his game. I ran my tongue around his tight pucker, savoring the taste of sweat. "Oh god," he moaned. He had admitted that he didn't even know what rimming was, much less ever had it done to him. "Oh god," he repeated. I grabbed his hips, holding him in place, as I repeated my simple action. I felt him shaking. He had no idea of the pleasure his ass was able to give him, and this first contact was both exciting and scary. He had years of conditioning about what was right, not to mention years of repressing his instincts. I was going to destroy all of those tonight. By the end of the night, he was finally going to be far more than just an occasional cocksucker. "Oh fuck," he grunted again, as my tongue worked over his hole. I took enough time away from the critical task of licking his asshole to ask him a quick question. "Good?" I asked. "Oh yeah. Please. Don't stop." He further emphasized his needs by pressing his ass against my face. He almost suffocated me between the muscular perfection of his cheeks. I didn't mind at all. If I had to die, I wanted it to be like that. But, I pushed back on him just enough for to be able to breathe. "Oh fuck,' he moaned again, as my tongue pushed into his hole. "You're licking my..." he started, before he got lost again in the pleasure of getting his ass eaten. "Relax," I said. I dove back into his hole, finding a new point of pleasure, and launching him into a higher orbit of pleasure. "Just enjoy it." My own dick was now sticking straight out, hard and ready. Any inhibitions the young man might have had were unable to withstand the attack of my talented tongue. My dick knew this, and was eager to begin its attack as well. I knew that Aiden had not told Jay about my HIV status. If Jay asked me, I would give a careful non-answer, one that he was far too young and naive to know was a non-answer. It was a bit deceitful of me, but the virus had changed me in particular ways. The infection had re-wired my mind. It was a subtle re-wiring, nothing overt or obvious. But I understood how the Africans had developed the superstition that sex with a virgin would cure AIDS. At least I knew enough to know that it was hardly a cure. Far from it, it was just the virus's way of ensuring its own survival. "Please," Jay begged me. "Don't stop that." Of course, in the day, maybe two days from now, Jay would think back, and wonder what he had done. He would be scared. But now, he was asking me as clearly as possible to continue, so I did. I pushed my tongue into his hole, opening him up and lubricating him. He took one hand off the railing, and began to play with his cock. For now, I let him, but if he was going to cum, it was going to be on my schedule, not on his. I returned to running my tongue around the edges of his hole. "Oh god," Jay moaned. "I want it in me." My dick jerked. It knew an invitation to fuck when it heard one, and I was not going to turn it down. Besides the rather handsome sum of money I was paying to Aiden for the pleasure of deflowering Jay, I had not cum in a few days: a combination of travel, schedule, and hoping to find the right hole. Jay's hole was definitely the right one. It was tight like the virgin he was, with the perfect amount of fur around it, all nestled between two perfect halves of an ass. "You want more?" I asked. My balls were heavy; they had been filling up over each of those days with mixture of sperm, virus, and semen. "Oh, fuck yeah," Jay said. It was as clear as an invitation as I could get. He had asked for more. He was going to get more. I licked a finger, and pressed it into him. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," Jay moaned. He was loud when his ass was played with. I wondered if this was just the newness of it all, or if it would continue once he was an experienced bottom. I didn't care; I liked that he was a boy who knew what he wanted, nor, with the help of a bit of alcohol, a bit of coke, and a bit of G, was he afraid to admit what he wanted. Of course, he didn't know everything he was getting when he asked for my dick. My virus was a special gift he wouldn't know about it until it was far too late. Of course, if he asked, I would not lie. But Jay was not the first boy Aiden had found for me to infect with my poz seed. Some had the foresight to ask about my status; they were able to go into the experience with their eyes open, ready to enjoy the special bonding. Others were too blinded by their simple need for seed to even know what to ask. But the best were the ones that didn't care at first and then, when it was nearly too late, they would ask. I wondered which type Jay would be. But, before I got too lost in thought, I turned my attention back to Jay, and his perfect, virginal asshole. Like a tribesman of old, giving thanks to the gods in anticipation of a successful hunt, I was worshipping Jay's ass. I was sticking my tongue deep into him, showing my profound appreciation for his offering to me. It was a good thing as well. Despite remembering the drugs, the poppers, the cockrings and all the other paraphernalia of a sex party, I had forgotten lube. It wasn't a big deal. Spit, pre-cum, and semen were always the best lubes, and I had all three in spades. Already, there was a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip of my dick, the harbinger of a steady stream that would leak out of my shaft and into Jay's waiting body. That was just my pre-cum; the actual load of semen could occasionally be massive. My pre-cum dripping from my dick made me feel like a real man. A powerful man, able to destroy a life with my dick. Ever since the first boy I pozzed up nearly four years ago, this had been something my therapist and I talked about nearly every session. I said it was the virus re-wiring my brain. He said it was my anger at being poz. Either way, there was a list of twenty boys permanently tattooed on my calf. They were my poz sons, the boys and men that I had helped infect. One was already dead, although he had died of a drug overdose, not from my virus. It would not be long before I would have a twenty-first name added to the honor roll. I pushed my tongue deeper into Jay's beautiful hole. I had to be careful: I wanted him open enough that he wouldn't be scared away from future fuckings. But then, I didn't want him so loose that my seed couldn't find the tiny nicks and tears. These holes in his defenses were best installed by his ass being stretched out by a man's raw cock. "Oh, god," Jay moaned. He let go of the railing with one hand, and let it drift down to his groin. He took his dick in his hand. Even just from my rimming, or maybe because of my rimming, Jay's dick was already hard. "Not yet," I said, gently grabbing his wrist and pulling it away from his shaft. I wanted him aroused, but I needed him to cum on my schedule, not on his. Besides, in addition to deflowering and knocking the boy up, I had one more goal. This was a long-term goal and one that wouldn't pay out until long after the initial pleasures had dissipated. I wanted to teach Jay to make his hole the center of his sexual pleasure and satisfaction, rather than his penis. His future customers would thank me for it. The vision of Jay's soft, boy cock dripping out semen as his hole got pounded by some sleazy, poz daddy's raw cock got my dick twitching. The bead of pre-cum had turned into a small rivulet of dick juice, and far too soon, I'd need to stick my manhood into Jay. I ran a finger along the edge of Jay's hole. It opened up for me and gently caressed the tips of my fingers. Where Jay's head was tonight didn't matter; his hole was going to make the next few decisions for him. "Oh god," Jay moaned again. "Stick it in me." It wasn't clear if he meant my finger or my cock. I didn't care. I would push a finger or two into him, to stretch him out some more, but then, I would put my dick inside of him. I was paying more than enough for the privilege, even if he was not entirely aware of the implicit arrangements that had been made with Aiden. "Don't worry," I said. "Patience boy. You'll get what you want soon enough." I pushed the tip of my index finger into his hole. "Oh fuck," Jay grunted. His dick was bouncing with his every breath. It was still erect and firm, which made its gyrations even more pronounced. If I was doing this right, Jay was quickly reaching the point of no return. He would be simply incapable of refusing my cock, and it would be nearly as difficult for him to demand I wear a rubber. "I've never had that done to me." "I can tell," I said. "It's cool. This is just us having fun." I pressed my finger a bit deeper inside of him, just barely touching his prostate. I slowly pushed it in and out of him, stimulating him and further introducing him to the possibilities of anal pleasure. "We can go as fast as you like. And as far as you want." "Oh god. Don't stop yet," Jay moaned. I didn't know Jay very well. I had known him less than two hours and it was hard for me to judge: was his response his own, or was he being pushed past his comfort zone by the GHB Aiden and I had dosed him with. But it really didn't matter how I got Jay to this place. It could have been through careful words and expert tongue work or it could have been through administering contraband drugs. All that mattered was Jay moaning like a bitch in heat, begging for my cock. "I'm not." I pressed my finger in further, feeling how hot his body was, and how easy it was to push my way into his hole. "This is fucking hot, feeling you like this." I pulled my finger out of his hole, rubbed it against the tip of my dick, and coated it with my pre-cum. "Wow," Jay said. I realized that with his torso bent over, leaning against the railing, he could just look down and watch my dick's every twitch. He had been staring as I had coated my finger with my pre-cum, and literally caught me red-handed trying to get my DNA into his hole. "That's fucking hot." He paused, just long enough for the uncertainty build. "Your cock. Dripping like that." "Yeah?" I asked. My hand dropped back down to my dick, and I started to stroke the full length. "You like the way it looks?" "Yeah," he said. There was no hesitation now. He was confident about what he was feeling and what he wanted. "I do." "You've told me you've sucked cock before. You want to try it again?" We were moving from the abstract to the concrete, and from having something done to him to doing something to me. There were milestones on Jay's journey and this was going to be the next big one. Jay hesitated for a moment. "Just try it. See how you like it." "Yeah," Jay finally said. "Yeah. I'd like that. Just.." He paused for a second, searching for the words. "Just. let's keep this between ourselves." "No one else here," I replied. "Good. I just don't want to bring Aiden into this." "Don't worry about Aiden. He won't mind at all. Trust me." The only way Aiden was going to mind about Jay sucking my cock was if the boy did a bad job of it. My thick, hard manhood needed a talented and dedicated cocksucker, not a bumbling novice whose heart wasn't in it. Jay may have been a novice, but I suspected he would be quick to learn exactly how I wanted to be serviced. "You sure?" I hoped that the GHB wasn't wearing off. I would hate for our fun to end prematurely. "I just," he began. The drugs were still in his system and the brief moment of lucidity quickly passed. "I just...I just really want it." "Of course," I said. I stood up, my legs brushing against his, my dick rubbing right up against his crack. "We're just playing around," I said. "Nothing serious." "Good." Jay turned around to face me. I had forgotten how much taller than me he was, and I had to look up to meet his eyes. "Fuck, it's a nice dick," he said, running a hand along the full length of my cock. "Take your time," I said. "We're in no hurry." Everything I said and did was geared towards making each choice Jay made easy and obvious. It would be that much sweeter when my raw shaft sunk into his hungry, wet hole. I reached up, put a hand on his shoulder, and gently pressed him down. I had a responsibility to train him well, and that training began with him learning that if he wanted to suck my dick, he would be on his knees. "Kneel down," I said. "Get a closer look at it." I didn't need to tell him what to do. As soon as I put just the slightest bit of pressure, Jay dropped to his knees. He looked up at me; I hadn't remembered that he still had his glasses on. They gave him a charming innocence. It was going to be delightful to watch my dick disappear into his sweet mouth. He reached out to grab my cock, then stopped himself. "May I?" he asked, with the earnestness of an amateur actor in a sexual assault awareness film. "Of course," I said. "It's here for us to play with. To have fun with." "Good," he said, as fondled my dick. His hands were warm and soft, like a boy's hands should be. "I want to play. There's a lot I need to learn." "There is," I said. "But mostly, just do what comes naturally." Jay's explorations of my dick had continued as we talked, and he had reached my cockhead. It was now slick with the accumulated pre-cum, and his fingertips glided over the sensitive skin. "Oh yeah," I grunted, as he found a rhythm and started to jerk me off. "You like that?" he asked. He didn't stop. "Oh yeah," I said. I reached down and ran a hand through his hair. The sides of his head were shaven, and he had longish hair at the top and back. It was blond and thick, full with a bit of gel in it. It was exactly what I had imagined his hair would feel like. "You want to taste it?" I asked. He looked up at me. His blue eyes were even more dilated than the dark patio required. It was the drugs still in his system. "You sure?" he asked. He left his mouth slightly open, and ran his tongue over his lips. It wasn't clear if he knew just how much he was teasing me or not. "Yeah," I said. "I think you'd enjoy feeling a dick in your mouth again. And I'd love to feel your mouth on my tool." He leaned in further, his breath warm against the skin stretched over my dick. "Come on," I said. I had grabbed the back of his head and was applying just enough pressure for him to know what was expected of him. "Take care of me." "Oh fuck," Jay grunted. He opened his mouth further, enough for the tip of my cockhead to slide in. His tongue ran over the slit at the top and lapped up a fresh drop of pre-cum. "Mmmmmmm," he moaned, as he wrapped his lips around the stiff shaft. I was now officially inside of Jay; I was only the second man to get my dick this far with him. "Oh fuuuck," I murmured. A blow job always felt good. To be one of the first guys a man had ever blown felt even better. Knowing that I was also infecting him with my virus felt best of all. I wanted to hold his head in place and fuck Jay's throat. But I remembered that I had to play the long game; all that needed to happen tonight was to inseminate the young man. "You like that?" Jay managed to say, even with a few inches of my dick in his mouth. "Oh yeah," I said. "Don't talk. Just focus on what's important." "Your dick is important." "It is," I said. I put a little more pressure on the back of his head. "Focus," I said. "If you make it feel good, it will make you feel good." Jay took the hint, and returned his attention to sucking my dick. He wasn't bad at it; for only the slightest bit of practice, he had a natural talent. He knew enough to avoid his teeth, and seemed to find a pace that was both natural and arousing. "That's what I want to feel," I continued. He looked up at me. I thought he was going to say something, but he only forced himself to take more of my dick. As I said, he had a natural talent for sucking dick. I hoped his ass was going to be just as welcoming. "Fuck," I grunted. "That feels good." "Oood," he said. It was hard for him to talk, with my dick pressing against the back of his throat. Yet he was still smiling, seemingly oblivious to the discomfort of my dick practically in his throat. "Oood," he moaned again as one more inch of my cock disappeared into his mouth. "All the way?" I asked. I rubbed my hand along the back of his head, gently pushing a bit more of my cock into his mouth. My dickhead was pressing against the back of his mouth, waiting for the thrust that would push my shaft into his throat. Jay's eyes widened, and I thought he was smiling a bit more. "Esss Er!" he said. It took me a moment to realize he had just called me Sir. But there was nothing else that gagged garble of sounds could have been. "Fuck yes, boy. Take all of my dick." Both hands were now pulling on his skull, slowly but deliberately pushing my dick into his throat. "Uuck, Er!" There was panic on Jay's face as my dick entered his throat, cutting off his airway. "Relax," I said. "Swallow, and hold your breath for a second." His throat was contracting around my cock, and he was seconds away from gagging. I felt him swallow, the gentle massage of the length of my cock. Then a stillness, as he stopped trying to breathe air, and instead inhaled my cock. "That's it. Show me how much you like my dick." Jay made no attempt to reply. Instead he looked up at me, still wearing his nerd-core glasses, and jammed the last inch of my dick down his throat. I stared at his lips wrapped around the base of my dick and his nose deep in my pubes. It was a really good start to the night; Jay was on his knees, willingly choking on my cock. It would be a natural progression to my cock inside his hole. When my raw cock entered his hole, Jay was going to lose two things that were very valuable and precious. First, I was going to take his virginity from him. He would never be able to get that back. Second, and far more valuable, I would take his health and innocence. My balls were churning, full of my infected semen. I would inject it deep in him, where his defenses were the weakest. It would take a few weeks, but the virus would infiltrate his body, defeat his immune system, and make him forever diseased. "Oh fuck that feels good," I said. His eyes were closed now, concentrating on not gagging. He was no longer smiling and instead, all of his attention was focused on pleasuring my cock. The expression on his face was somewhere between agony and discomfort as he struggled to keep all of my shaft in his throat. "Don't stop. Let me fuck your throat." Jay's eyes widened. The reality of sex between men was sinking in. It wasn't the soft coupling of a man and a woman. It was a rough, aggressive display of power and dominance, and in this round, I came out on top. It was going to be hard for Jay to change these roles. Even with just one session, the pattern was set and he was here for my pleasure. "Fucking don't want to cum yet," I grunted, pulling Jay's head off my dick a bit. "Want to enjoy your throat a long time." Jay was gasping, both for breath and for more of my cock. It was a pathetic display of hunger and need from the young man, and it only made my dick drip more. "I want your load," Jay said. "I know you do," I said. I was paying Aiden a lot of money to give Jay my load. There was no way I was going to give up the opportunity to breed him. "And I want you to have my load. A lot." I grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him back down on my cock. "But all in good time." Jay smiled again, not knowing just what I had in mind. This time, I was relentless. I needed my dick buried in his throat, and I was going to do it on my schedule. I pushed him down on my dick, not even pausing as my dickhead forced itself into his throat. "Oh, hell yeah," I grunted, as his lips hit the base of my dick. "Oh fuck, you are a natural cocksucker." Jay's eyes bulged, and his smile was quickly replaced by a panicked expression. "Ugggh," he started to say, but I pushed another millimeter of dick into him. It seemed like nothing, but it was enough to shut him up. It was also just enough to gag him. "Work through it," I said, quietly but firmly. I didn't let go of his head. Jay was going to have to learn how to deep throat and nothing was going to be accomplished by coddling him. "Learn how to breathe cock."

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Two I watched Dad slide up and down the uncut cock. His hairy leg muscles flexing as he moved. I slowly stroked my cock as I watched Dad fuck himself. “Son, that was about a year later. I was pretty open then with Zane. I told him about you, about your hobbies of stroking to porn, daddy son role-play porn, bareback porn and your spying on your Daddy” My cheeks went flush with embarrassment, yet my cock hardened knowing this. “Yeah last year he brought me a pair of your underwear, I sniff those as I fucked your Daddy” Zane said. “He perved on your ass for years, but he had to wait until you were of age” Daddy said, I just watched my Dad fuck himself on the cock that I just rode and got a load out of. A load that came from the balls of the man that converted my Dad. It was so fucking hot. Dad’s cock just bounced as he slide up and down that big uncut cock. “Did you jack that cock while you were spying on your Daddy,” Zane asked me. “Yeah, I shot my loads all over the hall floor right outside Dad’s room. I used to watch him stroke off, suck cock and fuck” “You nasty little perv” Dad said laughing. His cock looked as if it got harder when he found out about what I saw spying on him. “Damn Drew, your ass still feels amazing, even after all cocks over the years” Zane said, then turned to me and asked, “You had it yet, boy?” “Can’t have it until he joins to club officially” Dad said. I looked away from Zane and my Dad. “Something tells me the boy has fucked Daddy” Zane said. Dad was speeding up his fucking himself, causing his cock to jump faster, pre-cum was leaking out, smearing all over Zane’s stomach. “That true, boy” Daddy asked? I just shook my head, and then slowly smiled. “When” “In the cabin yesterday, you were eating a man’s ass, Brent and I switched places. He rode your cock and I fucked your hole. Shot my load in there too. I didn’t want to get into trouble, so I moved quickly and joined the fucking on the floor” “You little shit” Dad said as his cock erupted all over Zane’s chest and stomach. Moaning loudly, still fucking his hole on Zane’s cock. “Daddy gets off knowing his boy has breed his hole” Zane said, “and so do I” He pushed his body up, trying to push is cock deeper and deeper into Dad’s hole. His face got all tense and his body stiffened. 
 “pozzing your hole again Drew as your boy watches” he yelled, making those around the pool look our way. After a few moments, his body relaxed and dropped back down on to the lounge. “Clean him son” Dad said. I got up, bent over and began to run my tongue all over his chest and stomach, licking and slurping up Dad’s load. Once his body was clean I wrapped my lips around Dad’s cock and started to suck and clean it. Zane’s hands pushed on the back of my head driving me forward, sucking more and more of Dad’s cock into my mouth. Dad was still hard, even after shooting his load all over Zane. Dad pulled me off his cock and stood up, I watch Zane’s uncut cock and some cum drop out of Dad’s hole. I instantly want to it and began licking the cum up, then engulfed Zane’s soft cock. Sticking my tongue into the foreskin to get some of Dad’s ass juice and cum that was hiding inside. Dad moved around me and slid his cock into my hole. “Marry those strains Drew” Zane said. Dad’s big cock felt good in my hole. My cock hung hard between my legs. I knew that the other men around the pool were watching. I don’t know what turned me on more, knowing it was Dad’s cock fucking my hole or the men watching me. “Your boy gets really hard when you have you dick up his ass Drew” Zane said. I just moaned as I sucked on Zane’s growing cock. I was taking it all the way down my throat as Dad pounded my hole. His balls slapped against my ass. I was moaning deep as I slide my mouth up and down on Zane’s cock. I could see men starting to gather around us, stroking their cocks. “Is your boy’s hole open for business” one of the men asked. “Always, he won’t refuse any cock” Dad responded, pumping his cock in and out of my ass harder. “Save those loads for his hole men” Zane said, “Save them for his hole” Dad’s breathing became fast, he was really turned on by the thought of other men using my hole and dumping their loads. His cock was thickening as it worked in and out of my hole. I could feel some of Zane’s load slowly running down from my hole, heading to my balls. Dad grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back against him, causing me to drop Zane’s cock out of my mouth. His cock jumped and pulsed in my hole as he shot his load in deep. As his climax slowly subsided, he began to pump in and out of my hole, slowly moving his cock in and out. “Mix those strains Drew” Zane said. The cocks were leaking pre-cum as the men watched me get bred by my Dad. He slowly pulled out as I squeezed my hole around his exiting cock. I watched Dad move to the side of Zane’s head and put his cock into his mouth. He sucked eagerly, tasting his load, Dad’s load and my boy pussy. “He’s open for business men,” Dad said, “fill him up and send him home”

Had this afternoon off so I headed to the local baths, hoping dudes getting off work at 3, or starting the weekend early like me would show up. The place was dead for the first half hour or so, but then a young guy in his 20s with a tight bod, dark trail, sexy goatee, and an awesome tat showed up. He said hey as he walked by on his way to a room, and I was hoping we could connect. He was so my type! A while later, after cruising around for a while, I could hear someone going at it in another aisle of rooms, so I went to check it out. Sure enough, it was the young dude in a room with the door open. He was going down on an older muscle dad. Just my luck! i let myself in to join them and the top waves me in. Sweet! He obviously likes getting head, cuz he motioned to his cock and nodded, as if to say, "get started." It was hot to pass his cock back and forth with the inked kid. He was so hot--tight bod, nice definition, cute scruffy face, hairy legs, and a long thin cock that was rock hard. it wasn't long before he whispered in my ear while we were sharing the older dude's cock, "lets go to your room." I felt bad for the daddy--we've all been there when two younger guys discover each other in a group and then peel off. in my room, I got to taste his cock. Salty with precum. And his pits were like poppers, all warm and musky, just the way I like them. When he stood up to switch positions, I couldn't miss a big biohazard tat on his leg. Fuck. I just hadn't seen it before. And by the time he asked if he could fuck me, I was so fuckin boned, there was no way I wasn't gonna feel him inside. He tried using a rubber at first, but said he couldn't stay hard with it. So in he went. Hard. Poz, Smokin hot and sexy AF. I never even hesitated.

I definetey enjoy a good cocksucker. Nothing better than getting relief from good head. Especially when the fag/pig enjoys the taste of my jizz

I'm in a long distance relationship, so I don't get to see my partner very much. I've been dealing with it by fucking regularly with a guy at work. I figure that's better than getting cock from a bunch of strangers. My fuckbud has an average length dick, but it's thick with a large, gorgeous head - which feels awesome smashing against my prostate or the back of my throat. He also shoots massive loads. Last night, I went to his place, where he proceeded to drive my crazy with his tongue. Fucked me missionary, before turning me over onto my stomach. I love this position - his cock has a slight downward curve, and it hits me in all the right places. He alternated between fucking me flat on my face or pulling me up to my knees to pound me "like a bitch." We fucked for over and hour. By the end of it, my hole was a cummy mess, and his load had been fucked out of my hole and dripped down, slathering my balls. Next morning, I was still asleep when I felt him kissing my back and teasing my hole with his cock. I lifted up my ass. He pushed in, using his cum from last night as lube. He went to town right away. Pounded the shit out of me and left another load in me.

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Thanks for the feedback guys. Here's the next chapter. Jay ------- The next morning I woke up to the pressure of Ben fucking me from behind, and knew that his cock had probably been buried inside all night as we were still in the same position. It felt really good to start the day like this, and I was quite happy that he was taking his time. Still, all good things must come to an end, and he eventually filled me with his load. What surprised me this time though was that he nuzzled his face into my neck afterwards, letting his cock soften inside me before he eventually pulled out and got up. The guys were actually quite cool at breakfast, treating me like normal with none of the weirdness from the day before. I guess with the cat out of the bag and their cum up my arse, there didn’t need to be any pretences. We all chatted about the final day of the project and what we needed to achieve, before setting off for the client’s offices to get started. It was another heck of a day, and by the evening none of us really felt like going out drinking again. Instead we went back to the hotel and had some bar food with a drink, before heading upstairs. This time Mitch and Rob just came straight to our room, and it wasn’t long before I was filled with cock again. No-one had as much energy as the night before so I only got two loads from each of them, and then of course Ben’s cock up my hole for the night once again. In the morning he chose to breed me in the shower before we packed up our things, went down for breakfast and then checked out. We did a few more hours at the client’s offices, and then headed to the airport. Rob and Mitch were both going to Gatwick and departed an hour the Heathrow flight Ben and I were on, so the two of us had a bit of time to kill. In the past that would have meant some shopping, maybe a coffee, probably a bit of watching the planes through the window, but it may not come as a surprise that on this occasion I instead found myself kneeling on the seat of a toilet, trousers hung on the door, and Ben’s cock up inside my hole again. It was quite a turn-on to be getting fucked while other guys used the urinals and lavatories around us, even if it did mean that Ben had to keep stopping his deep thrusting and instead switch to very gentle movements in and out so that we would not be heard. On the flight home I tried to relax a bit, not moving too much so as not to dislodge the wad of tissues shoved in my hole to keep Ben’s cum inside. He had made it clear he wanted to bookend the flight by using me again in the loos at Heathrow, and it would be a lot easier to get inside me without any unwanted squeals of pain if I was already lubed with his load. Hoping that no-one could smell what was inside me I did my best to act normal on the plane, but my levels of paranoia were raised somewhat as one of the male flight attendants kept glancing at me as he passed. I think I even saw him smirk at one point. Sure enough, the toilets at the far end of the baggage hall saw what may have been their first male-on-male breeding after we landed, with Ben thrusting me up against the wall in one of the wider disabled-access cubicles and ramming me senseless. Once he’d bred me for the umpteenth time he cleaned himself up, stuffed the tissues back into my crevice, and then made for the door. “See you in the office” he said with a wink, before ducking out. I dived for the door and re-locked it, then got myself sorted out. With a combination of tissues, spit and some water from the bottle I’d bought at Barcelona Airport, I managed to get my rear end cleaned out so that I had the best chance of not accidentally revealing to Rachel what had happened to me when I got home. Satisfied that both my body and my clothes were clear of any evidence, I then made my own way out of the bathroom, through customs and onwards to the tube. ------- To say things had been awkward at home is putting it mildly. I thought I’d be fine, but in truth I could barely make eye contact with Rachel all evening and she eventually went off to bed without me in a huff. Maybe she suspected I had been up to something while away in Barcelona, but I would bet my life that she would never have guessed just what that something actually was. I knew she was awake when I finally joined her in bed later on, as no-one who is asleep can turn their back on their partner so angrily. I tried my best the next morning and I think managed to make up for the night before, coming up with some cock-and-bull story about things not going so well in Barcelona and being a bit stressed about what that may mean for me back at the firm. Not sure she bought it, but it was enough to enable her to say ‘goodbye’ as she set off for work. I then tried to gather my shit before heading out the door too. Things seemed normal in the office, and my scrutiny of everything that was said to me, how people looked at me, jokes I heard being told elsewhere etc. gave me some solace as it would appear the other three hadn’t said anything to anyone else. Ben and Mitch were both wrapped up in meetings most of the morning so I didn’t see them, whilst Rob gave up nothing when he talked to me briefly. It was almost like it had never happened, until he gave a quick wink before walking off when we had met at the coffee station. I was just starting to think of going for lunch when I saw a group of men and women come out of the biggest conference room at the other end of the office. Ben and Mitch were amongst them, and I watched as everyone chatted for a bit before dispersing. Eventually Ben was striding down the office towards me, and I looked down to avoid eye contact. However, when he stopped next to my desk I had no choice but to look up at him. “Jake, come have lunch with me” he said, smiling. “I want to catch up on where we left things with Barcelona.” I stared up at him for a moment and then nodded. I locked my computer, grabbed my bag from under the table and then stood up and followed him as he walked towards the lift lobby. As we went through the doors to the lifts I finally spoke. “Are we really going to lunch?” He smiled and turned his head. “Of course not.” With that, he walked past the lifts and opened the door into the stairwell. He then started bounding up the stairs, and I hurried after him. We went up three floors, well into the unoccupied part of the building. “This should do” he said, going through one of the doors to where the toilets were. He then opened the door to the disabled toilet, holding it open for me to go in. He then followed me in, closing the door and putting the latch down to lock it. “There” he said, smiling, “now the only people who should disturb us are the ones I’ve invited to come and join us.” “H-h-how many?” I stammered. “We’ll see” he replied. “Mitch and Rob, obviously. Plus my boss.” “Gavin’s going to fuck me?!” I squealed. “Probably” he said, smirking, “or he might just want a blowjob.” I gaped at him, then looked down at the floor suddenly realising what my life was going to become. “Let’s get started” Ben eventually said. “Get your clothes off and hang them on the door. You’ve got a meeting at three and I don’t want you covered in cum.” I complied, realising that he’d planned this out to the extent of even checking when I needed to be back at my desk. Lunch was normally only 45 minutes, but as he’d made a show of saying we were going to be discussing the Barcelona project he could basically keep me here as long as he wanted. Once I was down to my underpants, I waited for my next instruction. “Good” he said, eyeing me up and down. “Now, tell me what you want.” “I’m sorry?” “Tell me what you want.” “Oh” I said. “Oh, right. Er, well, sir, I want you to fuck me.” “Good boy” he said, now smiling. “But first I think you should get me ready.” He then held his dick and looked down at it. Knowing what was required, I dropped to my knees, shuffled forward on the cold tiles and started to lick and suck his cock. I kept this up until he was breathing deeply, and then I decided to take a bit of control of the situation. I stood up, and looked up at him. “You’re ready” I said. “Please fuck me.” He smirked, and then spun me round. I bent over the toilet, rested my hands on the closed lid, and waited. He then suddenly appeared next to me, and bent over to retrieve a bottle that was hidden down the side of the toilet. Oh my god, he had planned this out so much he’d even stashed some lube here earlier. He disappeared from view, and I heard the squirting sound as he applied some to his fingers. A second later I flinched as I felt the coldness against my arse, and he then pushed a lubed finger in. Initially I was pleased that he was going to open me up, but then the finger was suddenly removed and he took up position behind me. Oh well, this was going to be a bit of a rough entry. He firmly pushed himself inside of me, and then slid the entire length in. It hurt, there’s no denying that, but I also felt a wave of euphoria sweep over me as I was penetrated again. “There you go boy” he said rather gruffly, holding still once fully buried, “now you’re back where you should be.” He then started to fuck, thrusting in and out of my hole as I relaxed into it and loosened up. His pounding was steady and felt fucking awesome, but after a while we were interrupted by what seemed to be a coded knock on the door. He swiftly yanked his cock from me, stepped back and flipped the latch on the door, and then returned to his position and rammed back inside of me as the door was opened. With my back to the door I couldn’t see who had come in, but from the steps and shuffling it was definitely more than one person. For some reason I chose not to look around, continuing to stare in front of me as Ben’s cock sawed away inside my guts. He eventually sped up, grunted loudly and blew his load, filling me with a huge quantity of his seed. He got his breath back and then withdrew, and in a matter of seconds I felt another cock being pushed in. Once again I was fucked, but this time I didn’t know who by even though it probably had to be Mitch, Rob or our department’s head, Gavin. I tried to decide if I thought the rock hard cock barrelling away inside me was familiar or not, but wasn’t sure. In just a few minutes the guy inside me blew his load and bred me, and then another stepped up. During that fuck there was another coded knock at the door, but this time I couldn’t tell if just one person had come in or more than that. It occurred to me that Ben had left it rather open as to whether it was just going to be him and the three others he mentioned breeding me that day, so it was quite possible some other guys were there. Despite my curiosity peaking, I still didn’t look round. In all, I was fucked seven times and took all of their loads up my arse. Then, when I sensed it was over, I straightened up and breathed deeply, feeling the cum running down my legs. I then slowly turned around to see who else was in the rather crowded disabled loo with me. Ben. Mitch. Rob. Yep, Gavin was there. Fuck. But who the hell were the other three? “Thanks mate” one of the strangers said, smiling at me. Whoever he was, he was cute. Man, I was thinking a guy was cute. “He doesn’t need to be thanked” said Ben, rather sternly. “Isn’t that right boy?” I blinked at him, before nodding. “Yes sir” I said, before looking round the room. “Thank you for breeding me.” “Good boy” said Ben. With that, the others all started to file out of the toilet and make their way back downstairs. When they were gone, Ben locked the door again and turned back to me. “Get yourself cleaned up” he said, with a much gentler tone than before, “and then you can go.” “Thank you” I said, before adding “sir.” He smiled at me, and then started to grab some paper towels from the dispenser. I set about getting the loads wiped out of my arse, and also cleaned up my legs given the stream of sticky cum that had run down them. Once washed and dried I got dressed again, and then hoisted my bag off the floor. “Right” Ben said, opening up the door, “let’s eat.” I was a bit dumbfounded, until he made his way through the door on to the dark, unoccupied office floor rather than heading back down the stairs. He walked to the kitchen area, where I was surprised to see some M&S sandwiches, crisps and drinks sitting out. Man, he had really planned this well. We hurriedly ate the food he had dropped off this morning, not saying anything to each other but exchanging occasional looks and smiles. Ben started wandering around the floor as he ate, taking in the view from three storeys further up the tower, and I eventually did the same. When we were done with our food Ben carefully gathered up the packaging and put it into the plastic bag he’d brought it in, and then we made our way back downstairs to resume our work for the afternoon.

I love a nice long drink from the tap. Next best thing is his bladder full of piss up my ass

We went to Vegas this past weekend and we caught each other on grindr and scruff. I got so turned on at the thought of my daddy breeding other boys and possibly whoring out my tight ass. Not gonna bother hiding fucking around anymore. I think we just both are at the point where we don't want to make the other feel bad about satisfying our needs. I can't wait until I surprise daddy with a cute boy or jock balls deep in my hole for us to share

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!)

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

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

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Part IV I was not sure what was happening but the guy on me stopped kissing finally. I was too breathless to say anything as he told me he was sorry but my ass just felt too good and watching his buddies fuck had him horned up badly. I could feel what seemed like his cock pushing into my hole and couldn't understand what was happening at all. He went on to tell me, in a whisper, that his cock was precumming like he had never done before and it was really lubing my hole up for him. He told me he couldn't stop now. I was so shocked I still could not talk. He went silent again and leaned forward more and kissed me again running his tongue into my mouth again and as he did I felt what must have been the head of his cock slide into me then. I groaned as it hurt some but not real bad. He kept kissing me and I could feel his cock sink into me more and more. I had no idea what to do. Then all at once I thought something else bump my balls and realized then that he must be all the way in me and it was his balls hitting mine. I couldn't believe a cock was buried all the way into my ass. My eyes had to be as big as saucers and I was panicking some now. He pulled back from the kiss and told me again, he was sorry, but couldn't stop himself. As he said that he was pulling his cock back out of me and then back in and again and again. I couldn't move at all and then he was hitting something inside me and I felt my own cock twitch in his hand. He smiled then and told me it was about time I started to feel the good part. I must have looked puzzled then and he told me he was now rubbing against my prostate and I would begin to love it real soon. He then started to just hammer my ass as hard as he could, in and out and in and out. Faster and harder and was stroking my cock with his hand also. He leaned in to kiss me again and this time I couldn't help it and returned the kiss. I was really flying now on the sex. My cock was about as hard as I could ever remember it being. His cock in my ass and his hand on me had me in overdrive. I pulled away from the kiss and asked what the hell was going on? He told me to just enjoy it. I dropped my head down some and then I felt it. The unmistakable feeling of my cock getting ready to release my cum. I looked him in the eyes and told him I was going to cum and he told me he was ready also. I then felt my cock erupt and he seemed to be cupping the end of it in his hand and before I knew what he was doing, he brought his hand up between us and licked up my cum and then planted another kiss on me and fed me my own cum. He kept his mouth sealed to mine and all I could do was swallow it. As I was swallowing it he pulled away then and told me he was cumming now and hoped I had enjoyed that load of mine as it was probably the last neg load I would have. I had no idea what that meant. He moaned and I could tell he was really cumming a lot in me and grinding hard into my ass. He then told me he loved my nolonger virgin ass and now I would probably be positive like him all his friends there. I still had no idea what he was talking about but it had felt damn good. He asked if I wanted some more? I asked what he meant? He then got up and as he did, before I knew what was happening, another guy had knelt down behind me and I felt his cock entering my hole. I yelped and tried to move but with nowhere to go he bottomed out in me quickly and started to pound my hole like there was no tomorrow. He was really just plainly pounding as hard and fast as he could into me and surprise surprise, to me it felt about as good as the first guy had. He did not last long though, maybe about 3 or 4 minutes, and he told me he was cumming in me too and I was sure to be pregnant now as he had a load measured at about 200,000, whatever that meant. My legs were so cramped now I couldn't move at all and before I knew it I had had about 8 guys fuck my ass. Everyone of them kept telling me to take their poz loads and get pregnant but that made no sense to me at all. Finally, the first guy was able to help me get up and I sat right down on the ground exhausted. I could not get my head around what had happened at all, but knew that it was probably just the damn drinking I had done. I vowed to not drink that much that fast again. Many of the guys there came by then and patted me on the back and told me welcome to their club. I thought they were just talking about their bikes or soccer. I sat there for a good half an hour with my pants, by know clear to my ankles, before I could really move much on my own. I felt my sore ass and my fingers came away with their cum and some blood on them that was seeping out of my abused hole. The first guy sat beside me then and told me not to worry as many times a virgin ass bled some but would go away soon. I smiled a little and told him I hoped so as I would hate for my wife to see much blood there. He laughed a little then. Then he got kind of serious and told me I might want to get to a doctor in the next couple of days though and let him know what I had had done to me. I asked why if the bleeding would stop soon anyway. He then told me what they had been talking about when they told me they were POZ, AND I WAS GOING TO GET PREGNANT WITH THEIR BABIES. My mouth dropped open and I could not even talk. He asked me if I was ok now or did I want some more? He was serious! WHAT A CRAZY DAY AND THING TO SAY TO ME. But, did I want more or not? I decided I had better call the doctor first thing in the morning for sure. As I got up to go, he told me they were camping out there for about 3 days if I wanted to stop back by?

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I'm always interested in sucking off str8 guys. Offering free massages on Craigslist normally gets me a couple of str8 guys to get off. Today I posted one of those CL ads. I finally settled on one that seemed quite promising. He sent some really attractive pics. All had clothes on. But I could tell he was in his mid 40's. VERY attractive. An athletic build. We messaged back and forth a few times. He said that he was divorced. He had never had a massage from a guy. But had always heard that men give the best massages. He lived just a few miles from me. So, we set up a time to meet today at 1pm. He said he often worked from home and would be available then. Since I like to be prepared for "anything". I douched and cleaned my ass out before showering. Just in case. You never know how far these things will go with str8 guys. Anyway, I showed up at his home as scheduled. He met me wearing just a bathrobe. Just like his pics, he was extremely handsome. He had a beautiful home in a gated community. He invited me in. I followed him into his family room, just off his kitchen. He had several large king sized sheets strewn across the carpeted floor. "I'm not feeling comfortable doing this on my bed. So I set this up. Will that work ok?", he asked? "Yeah. We'll make it work". I said. As I unpacked my massage oil and a few hand towels from my massage bag, I asked him to lay face down on the sheets and I'd begin. I took off my clothes and knelt beside him. I watched him drop his robe and climb down onto the sheets. DAMN! He had a nice body. Very firm, tight, muscled and athletic. He had a gorgeous chest, covered in a light fuzz of light brown hair. His cock hung down about 6 inches, soft. I could only imagine and hope how big it would grow to be when it's hard. As I knelt beside him, I poured some oil over his shoulders, back, butt and legs. Then did a quick sweep of his body with my hands to distribute the oil. Then I began to massage his shoulders. He had his face turned away from me. I could feel the tension in his back as I began to rub his shoulders. "I'm still quite nervous about all of this", he said. "Yes. I can feel your tension in your back. We'll take it slow. Just breathe. You'll be relaxing in no time", I said. I continued to massage his shoulders and back. After about 5 minutes, I could feel his muscles relaxing and his breathing getting slower and deeper. I was getting him where I wanted him. Now that he was relaxing, I began to massage lower on his back. Then I brushed over his asscheeks a few times before beginning to work on his upper thighs. He tensed up a bit when I'd get close to his balls. But I'd move away when I'd feel him tense up. But then go back to his inner thighs and close to his balls a few more times, till I didn't feel him tensing up anymore. I worked down his legs. Massaged his feet, which he really seemed to enjoy. Then I massaged up his opposite leg, to his upper thigh. Then massaged his other inner thigh. Again, occasionally getting very close to his balls. But not actually touching them. I worked back up to his upper back and shoulders. Then back down to his ass. He seemed to be quite relaxed now. So I now really went to work on his ass. I massaged and kneeded his asscheeks. Sliding my finger down his crack, till it would slide across his asshole. He flinched a bit, the first time my finger touched his asshole. But the second time, he let out a very soft moan. I gave a lot of attention to his ass. And could feel his ass rise up a bit. He was even slightly grinding his ass as I massaged it. I worked again on his inner thighs. This time, allowing my fingers to brush against his balls. Again, a small, but audible "sigh" would escape his lips. His hips would grind, just the slightest. But I could tell he was enjoying the very intimate touching. I then softly said, "Roll over on your back, now". He slowly turned and rolled on his back. His cock flipped up. Fully hard. Showing off about 7.5 inches of rock hard cock. A small bead of precum was beginning to peak through his piss slit. "Sorry. I don't mean to have a woody. It just kind of happened. I guess I haven't been touched for awhile", he said. "No worries. It's pretty common, actually. Don't give it any thought", I said to him. I then began to massage his chest. As my fingers crossed his nipples, I could feel them harden. He was responding, just as I had hoped. My fingers continued to flick across his nipples as I massaged his chest. Then I moved down to his abs. I was kneeling at the top of his head. I'd massage down his chest to his abs. Almost to his pubic hair. As I leaned over him, my tip of my cock would touch his forehead. I could see his cock "jump" each time my cock was touching his forehead and my fingers would get close to his cock. I then moved to the side and continued massaging his abs, but moving my hands to his hips. As I'd move around his crotch, my arm would brush against his rock hard cock. His cock would bounce as my arm brushed against it. I moved to his inner thighs and massaged just under his balls. He arched his back and let out another soft moan. His cock again would bounce and jump as I pressed under his balls. Then I softly cupped his balls. Softly caressing his balls and my fingers wrapped around his cock. He now let out a loud moan. His eyes still tightly closed as I began to stroke his cock and massage his balls. Precum now began to drip down his cockhead. Then I leaned down and licked the cum from the tip of his cock. He groaned, but did not stop me. Finally, I wrapped my lips around his cockhead and slid his cock down my throat. He didn't move to stop me, but his moans were so soft. I could barely hear them. But, he was moaning. And obviously enjoying my mouth. His cock was so beautiful, so big, and so hard. I really wanted his cock in my ass. But, that's a rare occasion for a str8 guy that I'm massaging to go as far as anal. Most feel they can get a blow job from some guy without being a threat to their heterosexuality. But anal is a line that most of them will not cross. But I had to take a chance and see if this HUNK would go there? So, I moved myself so that I was straddling over his abs. His hard cock was now pressed against my ass. I began to massage his chest from his position. I could feel him tense up when I straddled him. He briefly opened his eyes to look at me. But he then quickly closed them again and allowed me to continue to massage his chest. I again began to tease his nipples. They were hard as rocks. He was definitely enjoying the attention to his nipples. I would move my ass up and down just slightly. His cock was sliding slowly up and down my asscrack. I rocked in conjunction with massaging his chest. I did a couple of times lift my ass and then lower it, so that his cock would press into my ass cheeks. Almost to my hole. I repeatedly did this. And he wasn't stopping me. Finally, I reached behind me and took hold of his cock. I lifted my ass and moved his cock to my asshole. "Will you fuck me?", I asked? No response. He didn't open his eyes. He didn't say anything. He gave no response. Damn! Perhaps I'd gone too far? I rubbed his cockhead against my asshole. And again asked. "Want to fuck me?" "Just do it, and shut up", he growled. I grabbed the massage oil and squeezed a bit on the tip of his cock. Then I positioned it at my hole and began to slide down onto his large, thick, very hard cock. His cock slowly entered my ass and I took it all the way into me, balls deep. I then slowly began to rock back and forth on it. Pulling him nearly all the way out of me. Leaving just his cockhead into me, then sitting back down onto him. After a couple of minutes of this, I finally lifted myself off of him and climbed off. I got on my hands and knees and said, "Kneel behind me". As he was getting up to position himself behind me, I reached into my bag and pulled my poppers out. I spit on my fingers and lubed up my ass a bit more for his dick. I took a couple of deep sniffs of poppers as I felt him begin to press back into me. His cock easily slid back into my hole. He then grabbed me around the waist and began to fuck me hard and deep. He was now grunting. "You Faggot", he growled as he slammed into me. "You like this? You like my big dick in your ass, you fuckin' queer?" He slapped my ass hard as he said this. "Fuck yeah", I grunted. And I sniffed more poppers. "Fuckin' pervert", he said as he pounded me harder and harder. SLAP! His hand stung on my ass as he slapped me and fucked me His fucking became harder and more furious. He was really slamming hard into me. Grunting and growling as he pounded my ass with his cock. Finally after about 10 minutes of furious fucking, ass slapping, and "whore shaming", he let out a loud groan. "Fuckin' Queer..!!! You fuckin' cocksucker! You filthy whore!" he was screaming at me as I felt his cock throb and he emptied his balls into my ass. As soon as he began to cum in me, he quickly pulled out of me. I spun around and took his cock into my mouth. His cock was still spurting cum as he shot a few more streams of cum into my mouth. He pulled his cock from my mouth and stood up. He was looking down onto me and spit on me. "Fuckin' Queer!" "What made you think I wanted to fuck your faggot ass?", he shouted at me. I was now really nervous. It was turned on as hell, by his rough, masculine fuck. I love the verbal humiliation, the ass slapping and the spitting. He spit on my face again and said, "Get out!". I climbed up and dressed as quickly as I could. He was mumbling about what a fucking faggot I was. What a whore I was. How dare I make him fuck me. I grabbed my poppers, hand towels and oil. Threw them into my bag. I finished putting my clothes on and began to head for the door. My heart was racing. He seemed unhinged. I was literally shaking with fear. But also, very turned on by knowing this str8 guy had just put his seed in my ass and mouth. I left his house by the front door. Quickly got into my car in his driveway and backed out. I've been home for 2 hours now. I just got an email from him. "Hey, Queer. That actually felt pretty good. I might fuck your faggot ass sometime. But, you're gonna have to lick and eat my ass, first. Will you do that"? "Yeah. I'll eat your straight ass. And you can fuck my faggot ass anytime. Let me know", I wrote back to him. I sure hope he writes me again.

PART 4 Joel and his doorway visitor stood there a bit until Joel swayed once more. His visitor stepped inside gently pushing Joel backwards. The door was closed quietly. "You need to sit down before you fall," the quiet voice said. "Here, let me help make you more comfortable." Joel sat on the edge of the bed with his guest's assistance. Joel's head was feeling weird. He looked at the tall black man just knowing he was in safe hands. He had been so kind to him. As Joel sat on the edge of his bed, he felt his body being moved. "Just a bit more and I think we'll be ready," came a quiet voice. "Just one good quick dip and back into place should do it." With that, Joel felt himself being quickly bent forward at the waist and then pulled back fully upright. Joel's head spun now faster still until he could stand it no more. He fell back onto the bed striking his head on the wall but feeling only a little pain. He was awake but just barely. "We need to get you comfortable." Joel's ears heard and felt his towel being unceremoniously removed. Joel raised his head to see his visitor toss the towel on the built in table beside the bed. He watched as the black man removed his own towel and hung it on the wall hook. "You need to loosen up, man. You seem so tense." Joel found the tall black man hoisted his body around on the bed positioning him on his side. "Now, let's have a little fun ourselves." With those words, Joel found the black man standing before his head. Joel looked up at his visitor and then followed his face to his neck to his chest to his waist and finally to his crotch. What Joel saw was an uncut thick dick hanging limply in front of him. Joel stared at it for a long time. And, finally, he heard it calling to him. Joel reached out hesitantly grasping the black man's dick and moved his head forward as the dick moved toward Joel. Joel opened his mouth wide inserting the dick and began to suckle on it. He moved it one way and then another. He put his tongue beneath the hood and swirled his tongue all around continuing with the same effort on the outside of the dick which slowly began to swell. Joel continued his effort causing more blood to rush into this black man's dick. Jammes had done this many times but never to one who was so seemingly deserving because of his comment. He was convinced that this was an absolute virgin of the most virgin kind. And, he was going to de-virgin him good. More and more he let the man slowly suck on his ever increasing dick. And, as he sucked Joel improved on his technique. It wasn't at all what he thought it would be like. Joel after a mere three minutes had fallen in lust with sucking dick. Now, he wanted to feel the cum hitting the back of his throat and swallow every drop just as he had seen done. The more he sucked the more his brain became transfixed on finishing off this dick and swallowing what no doubt would be a hefty load of cum.

Raw cock definitely feels better! It slides in easier, and deeper. It can deposit any fluids directly into me, whether it be piss, precum or cum.Knowing that a guy is taking me raw and I am giving myself to him raw is the ultimate in great sex, whether I know who's fucking me or not. Once you've taken raw cock, you'll know the difference if someone tries to use a condom.

The best part of being a BB Bottom is feeling his skin against yours. The ultimate reward is feeling the seed run down your leg after taking a few loads. That is the true sign of a Cum Dump

I love being treated like the whore I was born to be. I love being nothing more than a fuckhole, a receptacle for sperm, a slut who is only good for pleasuring cocks. Oh, and I love to feel cum dribbling out of my used hole and down my ballsack.

As to German: Germans will know what you mean when you talk about fucking bareback, the term is quite common, but will think of minced meat when you use the word "raw". Mostly you'd say "blank ficken", with "blank" meaning naked or uncovered. Also used is "ohne Gummi", without rubber. Sometimes the term "AO" as in "alles ohne" (everything [goes] without [protection]) is used in personal ads / on message boards, but mostly by heterosexual hookers ("AO Nutten"). To breed / seed would be "besamen" (inseminate) or "abfüllen", as in "füll mich ab" = "fill me up". To knock up would be "schwängern" (impregnate), rarely also "befruchten". But that can mean anything. If you are talking about pozzing, you'd use the English word (but with a German ending): "pozzen". HIV is HIV, and negative is "negativ", positive is "positiv", sometimes also "poz", as in English (depending on the speaker with a soft "z" at the end as in English or with a hard german "s"). There are thousands of words for cum, such as: Sahne (cream), Soße (Sauce), Rotze (literally "snot"). A term often used for cumming in a guy's ass would be "in den Arsch rotzen", to blow snot up his ass (it sounds a lot hotter in German, believe me). Seldom, the portmanteau "Potze" / "Pozze" (pronounced po-tse) is used, made up of "pos" and "Rotze", i.e.: poz cum. But that is mostly only with HIV fetishists. I'll add more terms when I have the time / think of them.

"Now then," he said, his voice low with a grim amusement. "That's just the way to have an impatient boy ready to go." He took a breath, and then his rough finger rubbed between my ass cheeks with one smooth motion. I groaned. He laughed, and once again he moved from the bed and went to the drawer. I turned my head and saw him pull out a large brown jar. He moved back behind me and I heard him unscrew the lid. A moment later, his finger was once again touching my ass, and it was slick with a thick, wet, viscous liquid. "My own recipe," he said. "For bad impatient boys." I groaned again, and he began to rub globs of the stuff up and down between my ass cheeks, his fingers teasing my pucker and smearing the stuff liberally. When his other hand joined - his palm wet with the stuff - and gripped my cock from beneath me, I didn't so much groan as cry out. "Oh yeah," he laughed. "Boy is impatient all right." His finger began to probe my pucker, pushing in just a little at first, but with each successive movement, going just a little further. My skin felt warm where the thick lubricant was slathered, and his hand on my dick began a slow stroke. I whimpered. When he buried his finger to the furthest knuckle, he exhaled. "Okay," he said. Then he started to finger fuck me with three of his rough fingers, with hard, deep thrusts of his hand. At the same time, his grip on my dick with his other hand tightened, and he began to jerk me with hard strokes that made my whole body shake with desire. My skin where the thick liquid had touched it was warm and flushed, and inside my pucker there was a deep heat that was spreading through me with every jab of his fingers. He twisted and fingered me with obvious skill, and I was nearly hyperventilating against the gag. In a time that was incredibly brief and yet made all my body tighten and then release - I came. My load shot from my dick as he jerked me furiously, his fingers diving into my ass on the counter stroke. He milked my cock, tugging and pulling at me until every surge of my load had shot across the pillows and blanket. I whimpered into the gag, and he laughed, letting go of my cock and pulling his fingers out from my ass. "There we go," he said. "That should make the impatient boy happy, eh?" My head sagged between my shoulders, my hands bound to the headboard. I nodded - yes. His voice grew lower. "Now it's daddy's turn."