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Part 10 Inside was a large screen at one end of the room and about 40 theatre seats in the middle, set up like a small screening room. Around the edge there were sofas and a fuck bench or two. There were men already there, some alone, some in small groups, doing what men do. Breed filthy cumdumps, and cruise for cocks to get shoved in greedy cunts and mouths. It was dimly lit, most of the light came from the sleazy Treasure Island video playing on the large screen, some nameless faggot getting gang banged while begging for loads of sperm in his cunt. I could really relate to videos like that. I wanted to star in one myself one day and make Daddy proud by showing off what a whore I was for the world. But right now I was completely spun and just wanted to get fucked some more. My cunt was plugged up with a fat toy and full of sperm, and I desperately needed more cocks to rape me. Chuck went over to one of the long sofas and we parked ourselves there. Adam was talking to Chuck and laughing but I was laser focused on cock. I had to have more cock inside me. I was desperate for it, I didn’t matter care who’s cock, as long as cock was splitting my cunt open and shooting a load of sperm inside me to lube me up for the next man who wanted to rape me. Daddy smiled at me and reached over to pull me close. He kissed me hard on the mouth and said “How you doing little buddy? You horny as fuck?” I nodded to him. He could see the desperate hunger in my eyes. He kissed me hard on the mouth and held me in his arms. “You want some more cock to breed you son?” I nodded again. I was pretty high and could barely speak. I had a feeling that if I was pressed the only words I would be able to say were “rape me Daddy, I’m a whore” and “breed my cunt.” “Don’t worry, son, I’ve posted a few ads telling people you were a cumdump and taking on all comers.” Daddy smiled at his little joke and I just leaned up and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Fuck, I love you so much Daddy, you know exactly what I need.” Adam and Chuck were also kissing as Daddy sat me down on the sofa next to them. Both of them had opened up their pants and there were two beautiful cocks staring at me, one cut, one uncut. I love uncut dicks, so I started by moving over in front of Adam’s cock and taking it all the way down my throat in one stroke. “Damn, Sir. You sure have trained this faggot well. He’s been taking your cock for a while now, I can tell.” Daddy laughed and said “yeah, I’ve been fucking his holes for a few years, ever since I caught him shoving cucumbers up his ass. His Uncle and cousins have also used him, he’s basically the family whore.” “That sounds amazing, Sir. I’d love to watch his family pull a train on his cumdump.” Adam reached down and held my head all the way down on his thick cock until I started to gag. “There we go. That’s a good faggot. He’s got no problems with deep throating a fat cock, I see.” Daddy laughed and said “Well, you’ve seen mine, it’s probably been in his holes more than any other cock, and I try to rape his throat every day.” Chuck leaned over and kissed Adam hard on the lips, and Adam pulled my head off his cock. I desperately came up for air, panting loudly. Chuck looked down at me and smiled, and said “My turn.” He grabbed my head and shoved it all the way down on his equally fat, cut cock. He began slowly raping my throat, not caring whether I could breathe or not. He was using me for his pleasure. Exactly what I exist for. Daddy just laughed and said “That’s it, Chuck. Teach my boy what his holes were meant for. He should be getting your cock nice and wet so you can shove it up his cunt. He needs more cum in there. Twenty loads isn’t enough.” “Fuck, Mike no way I’m wasting my load on his mouth. I need to rape that furry cumdump myself.” I just moaned. I was desperate to have more cock inside me. My cumdump had a plug in it, but it wasn’t the same. I needed to feel men using me. Treating my cunt like it was their toy. Chuck was ready to go. He spun me around so I was kneeling on the couch facing the armrest. He got up on the sofa behind me and quickly shoved his entire cock into my fagdump. I grunted at the welcome intrusion, and moaned “Fuck me, Chuck. Please rape my sloppy hole. Breed me with more sperm. Knock me up, you sexy pig.” Chuck grunted himself and started a nice steady pace of plowing my cunt. I was in heaven. Adam knelt down in front of Daddy and was sucking his cock at the other end of the sofa. There were a few other men in the room, intently watching us, even while another bottom was getting fucked bare in the corner by a hot man in a suit. Chuck varied his speed and was clearly an expert fucker. I just moaned like the little whore that I am. Once again, my cunt was being used for its intended purpose. Serving men and letting their cocks rape me. Some of the other men in the room moved over to watch the four of us, and soon enough Adam was sucking the cock of another handsome man in a suit, the dick just sticking out of his fly, a fat uncut piece of meat shoved all the way down Adam’s throat. The man grabbed the back of Adam’s head and started to fuck his throat hard, while he leaned over and kissed my sexy Daddy on the lips. This was turning into another piggy fuck fest. I knew that was just what Daddy wanted. I could feel Chuck behind me plowing my cumdump hard, picking up speed. He was keeping up an endless supply of pig talk, low so only I could hear him. “You little fucking whore. Nasty little cumdump boy. You want my fucking load?” I moaned the only response I could manage consider how high I was. I was living inside my cunt, living for cock, desperate for cum. “Of course you do. You’ve already let half the fucking town breed you. Nasty little faggot.” He shoved his super fat cock all the way inside me on each of those last three words. Making me moan even more as his cock hit bottom in my cunt. I looked overt Daddy and Adam was bent over the other end of the sofa, with his hot Navy uniform pants around his ankles, moaning, taking the man in the suit all the way up his hole. Daddy had his cock shoved in Adam’s mouth and he was lighting up a pipe for Adam. Daddy took a huge hit off the pipe and then pulled Adam’s mouth off his cock, and shotgunned a huge hit to him. Meantime, the man in the suit sped up his assault on Adam’s hole and moaned loudly. I could tell he was dumping a load in my new sailor buddy. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last load up his cunt tonight.

It’s been a while from our last post, but there was so much happening... anyway, can’t post here all the fucks we had, but will try to explain some more interesting. We had some travels las month, both for work and some holidays. When travelling for work we normally travel separately, but holidays is so totally different way. This year we decided to explore some eastern europe. Have a friend who is polish, and he always says that polish guys are really kinky. Well... he is, so we thought: why not. Decided to head to Cracow asi it looks more interesting than Warsaw, and then head to Prague. Well, let me tell u, Cracow is absolutely beautifull, artistic and bohemian. But the guys there, well, only had one good fuck really. So after 3 days we decided to give Warsaw a chance. And damn yes, glad we did it. Arrived in Warsaw at 4pm and at 6 my husband had already had some polish cum inside his ass. We stayed in the very center of the city, so our grindr was exploding of mssgs. Imagine, that two handsome soanish guys among all the blond stuff can be interesting. The first guy was living just across the street, so our conversation was sth like this: -hi -hi, what’s up -wanna fuck? -hell yeah -where are u? -at the hotel -condom? -no way -room number? -24 -be the in 5 min and that’s all. Told my husband to take a quick shower, and did the same after him. When i left the shower, the guy was already there being sucked by my husband. Just drop off my towel and put my hard cock in his mouth. He sucked really good. After a while of mutual sucking he just asked: -so? Who’s the bottom slut? -we both can be, but start with my husbands hole nothing more to say, he just put his cock inside and started to fuck him hard and fast. After five minutes or so i decided i also wanted some cock so we both put on all 4 and the guy started to fuck as both, amazing cock, quite big, but not to much, and a lot of precum. Yummy. 10 min later he said: -ok, who’s gonna fuck me? so i put my cock into his hole and started to pound him. He liked it fast and hard. I bred his after 15 min or so. And he decided to breed my husbands hole. Amazing amount of cum. -how long gonna stay here? He asked... -no idea, some days, maybe a week... -ok, need to go back with my bf now, he has no idea i am here, but lets fuck again one of those days -cool, no problem... so this is how we had our first fuck in the city, and it was only the beggining. to be continued...

I haven't posted for awhile because this summer has been relatively slow, or just not very good, in the sex arena. A couple experiences that stand out... 1) I was staying in a hotel near the Indianapolis airport one night and was browsing the apps. A jockish Asian flight attendant was staying at a nearby hotel on a layover and said he'd take my load. Went over there, got to his room, stripped down and got on the bed where he started sucking me and I got him turned around to rim him. As we were about to start fucking, the hotel fire alarms went off. He just assumed everything was fine and we started fucking, but it was slightly distracting to have the alarm going off while we were going at it. The alarm did eventually stop. He had a great hole...he probably gets fucked on all of his layovers lol...and was very passionate. If I hadn't been so tired, I would've stayed for another round. 2) I spent quite a bit of time on campus this summer doing research for my thesis, and it was pretty quiet with all the undergrads being gone (and all the other grad students slaving away in their buildings also). But, there was a university staff member that I met on Grindr one day that sucked me off in a unisex bathroom (lockable door) in one of the older buildings on campus. First time we met he asked for a facial, the second time he blew his load (and got some on my shorts) before I did, and last time he took my load in his mouth but I think he spit it out (he had a meeting to get to). He's a cutie, would love to get his pants down and fuck him, but he seems to be into the anon blow-n-go scene only. 3) There has been this 20yo Latino guy on Grindr lately with the usual broken English. When we chatted, he gave off the impression he just wanted to suck me off and not fuck. He looked really cute in his pics...boyish face and jockish body. And since I haven't gotten much this summer anyways, I was open to just getting a load sucked out. A couple of attempts to get him to come over didn't pan out, but as I was leaving campus yesterday I saw that he was online and asked him if he could host. He said that he was able to for about 45 minutes and did the "pin drop" location thing. I asked for the actual address and he said something like "only here for 2 weeks, don't know the address"...he also admitted that he spoke no English and that he was using Google translator to chat with me. I was tentative about how this would go down, but I went for it anyways. Got to his apt, dropped my pants, and sat on the couch to let him do his thing. He did more stroking of my dick than sucking, and at one point he spit on the floor next to me (no idea what that was about). He then asked me something that I didn't understand...it might've been something about a condom, because right after he got the rest of his clothes off, turned around and sat on my lap. No penetration this first time, but then he took some more hits of poppers and spit on his hand and rubbed his ass, so I knew where this was going. He lowered himself on my dick and got down to the base...and then just sorta ground himself on it for a bit. That does nothing for me, so I eventually lifted myself off the couch to a standing position so I could actually fuck him. He was moaning and his ass felt good, but he eventually grabbed his phone and did the translate thing to say that his friend would be there soon. That ended up being the end of it...didn't get off. Wouldn't mind another chance at him, though. Other than that, nothing much to report. I still want to get up to Chicago for a Steamworks visit sometime soon. All the undergrads are coming back to campus this week, but they're bringing all their attitude with them on Grindr *sigh*

My father taught me what holes are meant for, and how to pleasure the cock(s) fucking my throat and/or ass. Having my dad and older tag team and spit roast me were the most pleasurable, memorable, and piggy sex I ever had. They taught me how much of a nasty little faggot I could be. Thank you for reminding me of that time with this latest chapter!

In the sling is my favorite — if I’m topping, I can see the experience in his face, and he can invite or beg for the load; I can easily explore his body, and he’s totally vulnerable with very limited control. If I’m bottoming, I can see the exertion in his face, or his silhouette (even if it’s an anon fuck in a bathhouse or sex club); and my hole is totally exposed for the taking. Either role, there’s a lot of energy in a sling fuck!

Part 72 - Planting Seeds Warning: Rough Sex ahead --------------- The plane landed and it woke Joe up when the wheels hit the runway. He and Kyle got their luggage and met Jaime to get their car and head back home. The drive back to their apartment went a little faster without the frequent rest area stops - Joe and Kyle needed to give their cocks and holes a good rest. They walked into the apartment and dropped everything in their bedroom and passed out on the bed. Hours later, Joe woke up and took a piss before he wandered into the kitchen for something to drink. Joe sat down and started to look at his to do list. “I wonder what Blaine wanted after all this time” Joe said to himself. He pulled out his escorting phone and typed out a message - “Hi Blaine. Back from break. What’s up?” He waded through all of the emails and text messages he had accumulated since he checked before going to Mexico. A reply came in from Blaine. Blaine: “broke up with bf and want to get together. want to talk too” Joe: “ok. Wed? just got home n need to do a few things b4. 1 or 2 hrs?” Blaine: “2 or 3. bro will be there too” Joe: “uh. ok. He over 18?” Blaine: “lol, yes” Joe: “when? has to be after classes” Blaine: “btw 3 & 10pm?” Joe: “4pm ok? same place?” Blaine: “4 good. yes” Joe was torn. He really liked Blaine. His life had been hard and he imagined it couldn’t be easy being a gay farmer, but he seemed to be doing ok. He thought about it for a while and sent back another message and hoped for the best - “BTW, I’m HIV+ now. Let me know if you want to cancel.” He set the phone down and got worried when he didn’t get an answer back in a few minutes. He answered several more inquiries about hiring him, some he knew were tire kickers that just wanted pictures. One sounded interesting but was down in the city and the commute didn’t make any sense for a one or two hour meeting. The guy found him through one of the few web sites that he listed his true status since the bulk of the people on it were looking for other poz guys or guys to poz them. He had met him once before when the guy was in town near the university and it went well. He thought a moment and then chuckled. He sent a message off to Ric - “want to earn a few bucks?” As Joe was finishing up with the messages another one came in. It was from Blaine over an hour after Joe had sent his “I’m poz” message. Joe breathed deep and opened it up - “thats cool. c u wed.” Joe was relieved. It wouldn’t have been the first time one of his older clients decided to go elsewhere because of his new status. He figured he had gained more clients than he lost though, so it didn’t worry him. Joe leaned back and looked at the wall and noticed that there was a new TV on the stand. A big TV. A fucking big TV. The old 32 inch Black Friday special was replaced with a 65 inch monster. It had to be Steven, since Kyle had been with Joe all week in Cancun. He laughed thinking “porn is almost going to be life-size on that thing.” Wednesday seemed to arrive in no time and Joe finished up his 2PM class and headed home. He showered and cleaned out and made sure his the backpack was stocked with everything he might need. He drove out to the farm and it took a while. He barely remembered how to get there it had been so long, but when he pulled up to the house and saw the pride flag hanging, he knew it was the right one. Blaine was out and proud now. He walked up to the door and knocked and heard “Come on in.” Joe opened the screen door and walked into the living room and saw Blaine naked, seated on the couch and a younger guy, also naked, kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock. “Hi Dave. This is my little brother Carter. It turns out he’s just as gay as I am, maybe more” Blaine said with a laugh. “Get those clothes off and have a seat.” Joe chuckled at Blaine being a lot more assertive than he remembered. He set his bag down next to the couch and took his clothes off quickly. He looked over at Blaine and he looked just like he remembered, but with more muscle. Blaine was about six foot, 210 pounds of broad shouldered farm boy. But he wasn’t really a boy any more. His dirty blond hair was about the same color as his brother’s and their faces were very similar except for the scruff that Blaine usually had in that perpetual 3 to 4 day old beard length. Blaine had a light dusting of dark blond fur on his pecs and a trail down to his thick seven inches of uncut meat. Joe looked down at Carter and could tell he was a slightly smaller version of Blaine. He was only 5 foot 9 and his body had only a trimmed bush and armpit hair. The broad shoulders and muscles were the only things that really took him out of the twink category. Joe sat down next to Blaine with his legs spread wide and his right one pressed against Blaine’s left leg. Carter looked up briefly at him before going back down on Blaine’s cock, slurping and sucking like it was the only nourishment that he would get that day. Joe leaned over kissed Blaine and then squeezed his upper leg. “So, I guess we should talk first as long as your brother is occupied” Joe said. Blaine lightly slapped Carter on the side of the head. “Where’s your manners, can’t you see he’s got a cock that needs sucking?” Blaine asked. “Yes, Sir!” Carter said as he moved over between Joe’s legs, grabbed his cock with a fist and then looked it over. Joe could see that Carter was worried. “Just watch your teeth with the ring and you’ll be OK” Joe said. Carter opened his mouth and took most of it in. He gagged a little when the ring hit his throat but he eventually got all of Joe’s cock in his mouth. “Nice ink” Blaine said. Joe chuckled and said “I doubt you’ve seen all of it. I could say the same to you. It looks pretty new.” Joe held Carter’s head down for several seconds and then let him up. Carter gasped for air and said “Fuck yeah!” “Yeah, we both got tattoos right after Carter’s 18th birthday. He actually got two. A pride flag on his chest and the tribal on his arm. A guy tried to hassle him about the pride one at school, but a bunch of people stood up for my little bro. Anyway, I had heard about your secret through the grapevine. That’s why I called. I’m hoping you’re still toxic and will breed Carter and I.” There was a long pause. “Fuck, dude. You guys sure about this? I’m not on meds and have a pretty high viral load as of 2 weeks ago.” Joe asked. “Yeah we are” Blaine said and Carter pulled off Joe’s cock and said “Yes we are” excitedly and then dove back on Joe’s rigid shaft. Blaine continued “We were at the clinic yesterday to get our results and we’re both still neg. I was planning on you breeding us 3 times and then see what happens. If we don’t get pozzed, we’ll keep doing it until we’ve blown our last neg loads.” “Uh… It sounds like you’ve thought this out. I guess I can give you a bulk rate for that” Joe said and broke out laughing. “Uh, do you guys care who does it? I can get a couple other guys to help out if you want it done quickly.” “Carter doesn’t care. He’s a slut and loves having lots of guys fuck him. I want to watch every charged load that he takes, but I was hoping that you would be the one to do it for me. You helped me get through coming out and my parents dying and I’d like you to get me to the next part of my life” Blaine said. “Uh… ok. You know that you’re probably going to be sick when you convert. I sure as hell was. I hope you have someone that can take over the farm, especially if both of you are out at the same time” Joe said. Blaine could see Joe’s brain spinning trying to figure it all out. “Yeah, sure. There’s a few guys that can fill in for a week or two. Oh, and we can come in to town if that makes it easier. I just don’t know where we could meet” Blaine said. “I can come up with something. I don’t bring clients to my place since I have roommates, but I know of some other places. How did you want to do it today?” “Here’s fine or we can do it in our bedroom” Blaine said. Joe raised his eyebrows at the word “our.” “Got a towel or two? This could get a little messy” Joe said and Blaine was back with a stack of towels in a minute. “OK, who’s first?” asked Joe. “Carter. He won the coin toss” Blaine said. “Are you really sure about this, guys? It’s a one way trip” Joe asked. “Oh hell yeah” the brothers answered together. Joe grinned and then got up while Blaine put down a few towels on the couch. Carter was still on his knees on the floor waiting impatiently. Joe grabbed his arm and pulled him on to the couch on his knees, facing the window and his ass hanging over the front edge. He kicked Carter’s legs open a little wider. “Fuckin’ hot tat dude” Blaine said. Joe chuckled. “Hopefully you can earn yours soon. Now, do you just want it to happen from fucking or do you want some help?” Joe asked. “Help? Like drugs?” asked Carter. “I’m a 4:20 guy for drugs so that’s not gonna help. Nah, like wreck your holes with my fingers or a brush.” Joe said. “Oh yeah. Brush the hell out of it” Carter said eagerly. Joe’s cock twitched and he told Blaine “Grab his toothbrush.” Blaine ran up the stairs and was back down in seconds. Joe looked at the toothbrush and said “Dude, you really need to change these things every month not every year.” Joe looked around and saw the windows and door were open and then looked for something to gag Carter with. Not seeing much else, he grabbed his sock and stuffed it into the younger brother’s mouth. “This is gonna hurt, but just power through it” Joe said as he kneeled behind Carter. Joe licked his finger and pushed it into Carter’s hole, twisting it around and then doing it again with two fingers. He could see Carter’s body nervously twitching and looked back at Blaine who was staring intently on his brother’s soon to be violated ass. Joe rubbed his thumb over the pucker and then slowly inserted the toothbrush into the quivering hole. Carter screamed out, the sound only partially muffled by the sock. He squirmed and writhed until Blaine told him sternly to stay still. Carter settled down and Joe began to twist the brush around while moving in and out. He heard the sobs coming from Carter and knew that the reality of what he wanted was probably a lot more painful than the internet stories had led him to believe. Joe worked the brush a little longer and then pulled it out, showing Blaine the red bristles. Joe handed the brush back to Blaine and stood up, his cock rock hard from both the prep he just did and the dick pill he took before he drove over. He didn’t wait long and just gave a long easy push with his cock into the bleeding hole. Carter screamed out again and Joe felt the boy start to go limp. He held his position and tried to keep Carter’s lifeless body upright until he regained consciousness. “What happened?” asked Blaine. “I guess we found his pain threshold and he passed out. I’ll give him a few seconds and if he doesn’t come to, I’ll pull out and we’ll need to make sure he’s ok” Joe said. As he completed the last sentence, Carter jolted awake. He was sweating like it was mid-August and he had been working hard. “You ok?” asked Joe and he got a muffled and weary “mmmhmm.” Joe gave him a few more moments to recover and then slowly rocked his hips back and forth. He looked down and his cock already had a thin red coating on it. Joe knew that a long fuck wouldn’t be necessary and his precum was probably already soaking into the torn up tissue. He was just going to have to fuck long enough to get a nice load of his poisonous seed coating the fertile cunt. The longer he drilled into Carter’s hole, the more he heard him whimper. Joe looked back at Blaine as his cock pumped in and out and saw both a look of worry and him mouthing the words “breed him.” Joe drove his cock in faster until he felt the familiar tingling of his balls. Carter began crying out with each thrust and Joe knew he wouldn’t last long. He took mercy on the boy’s tender fuckhole and gave only a half dozen more strokes before shoving in all the way and holding Carter’s body tight. Ropes of diseased cream sprayed over the wrecked chute. Joe thought he finally heard a moan from Carter and smiled. He left his cock stationary a few more moments and then gave a few gentle strokes before he removed his cock. Blaine moved in and rubbed Carter’s back and removed the sock from his mouth. “You motherfucker! Are you fucking trying to kill me?” Carter screamed out. “That’s what you asked for, bro” Blaine said calmly. “It felt like he was ripping my guts out” Carter sobbed. Blaine kissed Carters head and then handed a plug to Joe for Carter’s hole. “FUUUCCCKKKK!” screamed out Carter as the plug stretched his hole and invaded his body. Blaine helped Carter to his feet, but he was still wobbly. Carter tried to sit in a chair, but the pressure on his ass was too painful. He pulled up a padded chair from the kitchen and kneeled on it. Blaine took his position on the couch and handed the brush back to Joe. “You better fuckin’ destroy his ass like you did mine!” barked Carter. The quiet, sweet faced boy was now sore and pissed off. Joe wasn’t sure if there would be a session two or three anymore, but he was going to finish up this one. He pulled Blaine’s ass apart and spit on the hole. He opened it up with first one finger and then two, just like he had with Carter. He could almost feel Carter’s eyes burning through the back of his head. He made sure when he brushed Blaine’s hole he did it just like he had Carter’s. Without the sock muffling his voice, Blaine was trying to stifle his screams. He buried his face in the back of the couch and endured the torture that he knew Carter had gotten earlier. Joe pulled the brush out of Blaine’s pussy and passed it back to Carter to see the stained bristles and drops of blood. Joe spit on his cock and rubbed the drying blood and cum mixture back into a liquid and then pushed his cock into Blaine’s hole. He heard Blaine say “fuck fuck fuck” in a strained, quiet voice. Joe began rocking his hips again, now with a new target. Blaine adjusted his body a little bit but nothing was going to soothe his torn up hole that Joe’s pierced cock was pumping in and out of. Joe piston’d his shaft into Blaine harder and harder until he had a good pace. It was going to take a little more time for his balls to refill and he hoped that Blaine was up to it. He was fucking Blaine harder than he did Carter and the slapping of their skin together really made that evident. He looked back at Carter who was closely watching Joe fuck Blaine. Joe wasn’t sure if Carter had ever watched his brother get fucked, but he was now and seemed to be turned on by it. Carter was stroking his cock while Joe was pounding Blaine. Joe could hear the grunts coming out of Blaine’s mouth, even though it was pressed tightly against the fabric of the couch. He hammered Blaine fast and hard and then shoved in deep. Joe roared as his charged seed pumped into Blaine’s bloody hole. As the spurts ended Joe stood there, holding the cum inside Blaine with his cock. He then felt a huge spurt of cum land on his back. It was followed by three more as Carter blew one of what might be his last neg loads all over Joe’s back. Joe turned and smiled back at Carter who was still coming down from his orgasmic high. “You got a plug for your brother, too?” Joe asked and Carter laughed. “Sorry, I got carried away. That was so fucking hot watching you poz up my bro” Carter said as he reached down and picked up another butt plug from the table. He started to hand it to Joe who waved him off “You should put your brothers in” Joe said, pulling his cock out of Blaine. Carter coated the plug with some of the cum dripping out of Blaine’s hole and then pushed it in, hearing Blaine yelp. Joe stood there a moment and then asked “Who wants to clean this up?” pointing to his cock. Carter eagerly dropped to his knees and licked up all of the jizz on Joe’s cock and balls. A few minutes later, there was just a sheen of saliva on Joe’s cock. Blaine was standing there as Joe sat back down on the towel covered couch. “So, when do you want the next one?” Joe asked, hoping that the first experience hadn’t quashed their enthusiasm for getting pozzed. Blaine looked at Carter and then back at Joe. “Originally, I wanted it in a day or two, but I think my ass needs some time to recover. No more brushes for me, that fuckin’ sucked!” Blaine said and Carter was nodding. “Yeah, I know. I powered through several fucks a day since I only had a long weekend to get it done with me, but I didn’t do the brush thing. How about we meet on Sunday afternoon and then next Tuesday or Wednesday?” Joe asked. “That sounds good. Uh, we kind of leaped into this and forgot to figure out a price” Blaine said. “I won’t charge for two guys, just one. Usual rate for this one, a hundred off the next two meetings. We can discuss it again if we need to do more than three times. I kind of doubt that we’ll have to do that, though” Joe replied. Blaine reached over to the table next to the couch and counted out the cash before handing it to Joe. “When I find a place I’ll send you a message. 3PM on Sunday ok?” Joe asked. “Sure Dave” replied Blaine.

Chapter 1 –Revelations Being of small stature has impacted my life to a minimal extent. I’m Beau and this is the story of my Journey into darkness, a chasm of depravation and degradation. I was born in 1990 and have always been petite, I was a small child, toddler, child, teenager and adult. I stand a mere 5’6 and now a muscular 135 pounds. I have auburn hair and green eyes very common for my Irish heritage, I have a athletic body and keep in shape with the help of my best friend, confidant, partner in crime Matt. Now Matt and I go back a long ways, you see we were born just days apart in the same hospital, our parents being best friends and our dads having been friends since high school and college, even fraternity brothers and it is rumored that our moms got knocked up at the same Frat party, mere feet from each other. So back to Matt and me, we grew up as neighbors, our dads being partners in a construction company they founded while still in their last year of university, buying plots and building houses just four door away from each other. Matt and I shared birthday parties and many times ended up in the same social circles as each other, we were crib partners in daycare and best buds in preschool and kindergarten. Now it is only fair to say Matt was considered regular sized as a baby and as a child, so by the time we had reached 4th grade together our friends began to change, Matt going with the more athletic children and I with the more artistic. We were still very much still best buds and played together constantly. Towards the end of fourth grade however we began to drift apart, he went to play baseball and pee wee football, while I began taking dance, drama and Tae Kwan doo. It soon became apparent that our circle of friends were changing and we didn’t see each other outside of family and neighborhood social events. Now one of the disadvantages of being smaller is I sometimes got picked on, on the playground and at school, this is where the self-defense classes payed off as even though my petite size, I fended off the bullies with keen accuracy. It was several years later as we were entering High school that our friendship became cemented. While I had mastered the art of self-defense, it didn’t stop the constant bullying I was subjected too, as a petite somewhat effeminate 9th grader, I got called faggot, taunted and harassed about my dance and drama, and teased about my repartee with the girls. It was on one of these occasions when Matt was within earshot that he came to my rescue, not that I paid much heed to the assholes that were making the comments. Matt told them I was his best friend and if they didn’t leave me alone, they’d have to deal with him as well. It was the end of the day so I followed Matt to the locker room where he had football practice, he told me to take names if they gave me any more shit, and that he’d come over after practice so we could catch up, maybe see what help we could give each other in our studies. It was that night when I think I really began crushing on Matt as our friendship grew he became more like a brother to me Over the next three years we were a pair hardly ever apart except when classes or activities dictated, but I was always there to support him in his athletics and he my artistic endeavors. When our parents threw us a 18th birthday party during our senior year just before Halloween we blew out the candles together Matt’s 6’3” frame looming over my shoulder. One of the things that we discovered we loved to do together was work out, and while I was petite I soon built a muscled body with Matt’s help in technique and nutrition I was just as buffed as my buddy and we both loved to show off our toned bodies, turning heads of both sexes. There was one department which I excelled in and that was my cock was big, about 9.5 inches and of a substantial girth to make it the envy of most guys including Matt who although sported a nice thick 8.5 incher was still smaller than me. Several nights after our birthday party I found myself on Matt's balcony, we had both shown interest in astronomy early on in life and Matt’s dad had given him a really nice telescope, one of which we used to study the stars, so as we had on previous years we blew up the air mattress and drug out our sleeping bags and laid watching the meteor shower going on over our heads, occasionally looking through the telescope, but mostly looking up at the heavens and observing the streaks of light in the heavens’. Matt sat ups and packed a bowl then lite the bong took a hit and passed it over to me, I took a big hit and we put the bong aside “Dude, remember a couple years back when we were baked after the big game against central high, and I blurted out that I thought your dad was gay, and you said” Matt quipped “Yeah I said ‘not any more than your dad wanting to suck his dick’ and we both laughed at the thought” I replied there was silence for several minutes then he quietly proclaimed “Well I still think he’s gay, and I think they’ve been having an affair for most of our lives” “What makes you think that it is more than friendship? Does it bother you if they were gay?” I asked He was silent again then he whispered “I’ve watched them do it, shortly before I asked you, they were kissing and then your dad went down on mine and gave him head” Nothing was said for a while as we watched a cluster of meteorites sail across the sky, we laid there in silence, our shoulders touching our arms glazing each other, our bare legs touching. I lifted my head slightly, noticing the tent forming in Matt’s shorts by the pale moonlight, I reached down and took his hand, but before he could react I leaned over and kissed him, he hesitated the kissed me back my hand in his pressed against his rock hard cock as my passion took my kiss deeper and I was soon fondling him through his skimpy shorts while probing his mouth with my tongue, he in return began grasping at my ridged tool through my shorts. I broke the kiss and leaned back “Maybe the apples don’t fall far from the tree” I quipped

You are being deliberately obtuse. Hundreds of thousands of guys are on PrEP. Can you honestly believe there haven’t been guys knowingly taking toxic loads? Go look on here. There are several guys who tell stories of doing it. If taking a toxic load ALWAYS infected a person on PrEP knowingly or otherwise, we would have dozens of cases of PrEP failure. No one is saying PrEP prevents everything. No one is even talking about that but you. If you take PrEP as directed you are protected against HIV. That’s all anyone is claiming.

Sam and Robert left Paul and Johnny in the capable hands of Angelo and Tony for the remainder of the weekend. By Sunday evening Paul and Johnny had been loaded up with a dozen plus loads of cum and it wouldn’t be long before they became a positive influence on the campus. Back at Robert’s place, Sam explained the gift and power that Robert now had in him. Sam was expecting Robert to be upset finding out that he was probably HIV+ and had contributed to possibly pozzing two young college students. Instead Robert found it to be extremely powerful and was embracing what he was becoming. Sam was shocked that Robert was so into this so quickly and knew at this point how much they were meant for each other. Sam proceeded to spend the weekend with Robert and explained how to use prepare and use riggs, spike drinks and other tricks that could come in handy with Robert’s interactions with the college students. Robert soaked up all the information like a good student and told Sam that they would have more adventures together if Sam was interested in corrupting students like Robert now was. On Monday, Robert taught his computer science lecture and introduced the subject of code injection from a security perspective. What the students weren’t picking up on in the lecture was the innuendo that Robert had in his lecture at the time but a number of students would find out later on about the perils of “code injection”. That afternoon during office hours one of Robert’s students, Steven, came by and told Robert that he saw him at the club the previous weekend. Steven thought he would be able to use that information for his benefit but all Robert said to Steven was and your point. At this point Steven wasn’t sure how to proceed as he was intrigued at seeing his professor at a gay club. As Steven was at a loss for words, Robert stood up and started rubbing his cock through his tight jeans as he walked closer to Steven. Robert said to Steven he wouldn’t be blackmailed into a relationship or have anything he did with Steven used to influence his grades. Steven nodded his head as Robert stood over him and asked Steven what did he want. Steven said he wanted Robert’s cock and dropped to his knees to unzip Robert’s fly and fish out his cock. Steven proceeded to suck on Robert’s cock like it was his last meal. Robert let this go for a few minutes before lifting Steven up and telling him that he needed to get undressed and Robert would give him what he wanted. Robert positioned Steven on all fours and took out some of the special tina laced lube that Sam left for him. Once Robert placed the lube into Steven’s tight hole, Robert quickly moved to fuck Steven. Robert wasted no time pounding Steven’s tight hole and unknown to Steven the tina laced lube was helping to make Steven hornier than he had ever been before. Robert went a good fifteen minutes pounding Steven’s hole before cumming deep inside of him. Robert laughed to himself that was one way to demonstrate a code injection. As Steven recovered from his fucking by Robert, Robert picked up Steven’s head and told him to lick his pick covered cock clean. Robert then asked Steven if he wanted to be tutored privately like this in the future and Steven said he would. Robert told him that he needed to bring him another student that shared Steven’s interests and then he could be tutored again.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

I'm Parker -- 21, 5' 10, 165 lbs. of pretty lean muscle. There's nothing big about me, but my pecs are pretty defined, my abs are toned, and I pretty much stay smooth from my years on the high school swim team. I've got short cropped brown hair, and one of those faces that will stay boyish for at least 20 years, but my jaw is defined enough to give me a manly look. So I'm told. It's my third year and college -- in a small southern town -- and I came out my freshman year after getting drunk off cranberry vodkas and bud lights and jerking off with my roommate, Ben, who turned out to be a total bottom slut, despite his 9" cock. My friends all mess around, and cheat on each other, and fuck each other, but is it really cheating if everyone is ok with it? We tend to get drunk, have sex, then never talk about it until it happens again a few weeks later. There's a group of about 7 of us, and I've both fucked, and been fucked, by all of them. But up until this point in my life, I didn't really know what good sex was. Cute college guys flopping around in bed, awkwardly getting each other off, and trying to figure out sex. But all that was about to change. It was Ben's birthday, and we were headed out to the gay bars in downtown. The typical Flex bar, filled with college guys, the makeup queens, a few muscle guys, and the old daddies. Ya know, the kinda bar where you know everyone but you keep going back, hoping to meet someone new. That night, I did. When we walked in, Ben was already sloppy drunk, and looking desperate. His pale skin and blonde hair didn't really make him that cute, and he rarely hit the gym, but there was something about him that people are attracted to. And his ass is amazing. "It's my birthday, and I HAVE to get fucked," Ben said. "If I don't find someone to go home with, will you fuck me tonight?" "Sure," I said. Hoping, and praying, it wouldn't come to that. A few drinks later, I gazed around the musky bar, not seeing anyone interesting, and giving up for the night. I hit the dance floor with the boys, feeling oddly sleepy, and desperately horny, trying to blend in. Glancing over at the cages, my eyes caught the attention of a man who would change my life, though I didn't know it at the time. He was 5'11", olive skin, buzzed head, square jaw, and loaded head to toe with muscle. The rock solid arms, the big, round shoulders, and the -- what I like to call -- "fuck me pecs." You know, the perfectly round chest that you want to feel and squeeze with your legs raised in the air with a hard cock tearing your ass apart. Yep, he had those pecs, tightly squeezing through his gray crew neck t-shirt and tight bleached jeans. I could see the outline of what looked like a pretty sizable cock bulging through his crotch. I knew I wanted that. I tried not to stare. "Parker, are you ok? Why aren't you dancing?" Ben asked. "Oh, umm, sorry - do you know who that guy is over there?" I asked. "No. But he's at least 45. Why would you even be interested," Ben responded, with a bitchy tone. And that's where I'm different from the rest of the crew. They're all focused on 20-somethings, while I'm always drawn to the daddies. No, the muscle daddies. Maybe it's because of a bad relationship with my actual dad, who knows. But I know that's what turns me on. I tried not to stare at the mystery muscle man, but I kept catching his eyes. He looked at me with a sly, southern grin. But not for too long, just long enough to make me know he was interested, but not desperate. Getting lost in the music, I turned around a few minutes later, and had to pee. I walked in the bathroom and saw Eric, from the soccer team, fucking Ben at the urinal. Ben was begging for it like a bitch in heat. I felt relieved. I wouldn't have to fuck him tonight, and after seeing the mystery muscle man, I didn't want to. I made my way to the bar, sat down, and ordered a vodka tonic. I was over it and ready to go home. The bartender, Monty, flirted with me a little. He's a cute Mexican who fucked me a few years ago when I first started coming to Flex. I thought for a few minutes about trying to take him home again. But right as I was about to order another drink, I suddenly felt a warm, scratchy stubble tickling my ear. "We're leaving, I want to be inside you." I turned, and in almost shock, I saw the muscle mystery guy, grabbing me by my arm, pulling me against the wall of the bar, and kissing me deeply. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. I dropped a $20 on the bar and left with him. Turns out, his name is John.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is my first story. Go easy on me guys The following is pure fiction. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is an amazing coincidence. Part 1: Intro “Fuck!” Mark yelled as he put his phone down. His calls with his parents had grown less frequent the past few years, but they always seemed to find a way to piss him off. The latest way was that they wanted him to go check up on his brother Joey at college since they had found out Joey had got thrown off the wrestling team and lost his sports scholarship and wouldn’t talk to them. “We would do it ourselves, but you know how we don’t like to travel to big cities” they said. “Big city? Its a damn college town in the middle of farmland," Mark replied, thinking to himself 'It seems my brother is following in my footsteps', knowing that his brother was even more easily distracted by partying than he had been. Mark began to think about the events that had brought him from a small, rural midwest town to where he was today. It had been quite a wild ride. Mark had left his small hometown and went to college several hours away for many reasons. First was to escape his parents who were very conservative and religious and tried to control everything Mark did. Second was so he could meet other gay guys his age without trying to hide it from his family, friends and nosy townspeople. And last was because there was nothing other than small community colleges nearby and Mark wanted be able to find a good career and move to one of the coasts and enjoy city life far away from his family. After a shaky start in school from too much partying his first semester, he did well. He got good grades, met lots of people and enjoyed a very active sex life. He was a lot more reserved his senior year when his brother decided to go to the same university. His parents were relieved that they were both going to the same school so that Mark could look after his little brother during his first year, but the reality was that they saw little of each other. Mark was busy with finishing up his senior projects and some hard classes while Joey was working out and practicing with the team when he wasn’t studying. They would occasionally run into each other at parties and go home for holidays together, but other than text messages they just lived in different worlds. After graduating, Mark landed a good job at a Silicon Valley software company and moved to California, sharing an apartment with his friend Eric who had also found work out there. The two of them had become friends with benefits their junior year but they never wanted to commit to a relationship since they enjoyed fucking everyone they could. Both, however, were quite relieved to be out of the Midwest, feeling liberated on the West Coast. They frequently went to San Francisco on weekends and hit any baths, bars and sex parties they could find. They had an easy time picking up guys - Mark was tall, a six foot Midwestern white guy with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, nicely toned even though he only sporadically went to the gym (and then usually just to check out the guys), a light fur covered his chest with a trail down to an impressive package - almost eight inches and thick sporting a PA that he recently upped to 0 gauge. His legs and bubble butt also had a covering of light hair. Over the last year he had been adding ink to the two tattoos that he had gotten in college. Both arms now had complete sleeves - the left continuing the tribal motif he started in college, the right being considerably darker and gothic. He was about to start on the tattoos for his back and was getting the art finalized with his tattoo artist. Being truly versatile, he could usually find sex partners almost anywhere - top, bottom or other vers guys to flip with (his favorite). Eric was equally as handsome but very different than Mark and could easily attract his share of men too. Eric came from a traditional Japanese-American family who was not pleased when he came out. He rarely talked to them and it was one thing that Mark and Eric had in common and they had become each other's family. Eric’s darker skin was devoid of any tattoos and he worked out to a strict schedule to keep his muscular five foot, nine body toned, taut and shaved, except for a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a thick 6 inch uncut cock. The only adornments were a small goatee, pierced ears and nipples, and an ever present smile. Eric considered himself to be versatile as well, but in reality he spent most of the time as a bottom. Most would consider him a power bottom - aggressive and usually in charge. That attitude continued when he topped. Whoever he fucked knew who was in control. A few months ago, Mark came down with nasty flu and was home in bed for over a week. A few friends told him to go get tested and he found out he was HIV+. Eric got tested too, but was still negative. The news didn’t really slow either of them down, they both continued to work hard and play harder but Eric was more cautious with whom he hooked up with. Some of Mark’s fuck buddies wouldn’t fuck with him any more, others insisted on condoms which Mark still refused to use. Mark did try condoms with Eric to keep their sex life going, but they both hated the feeling so sex between them stopped. Eric didn’t want to get infected and started to think about going on prep. They still did social events together, but their relationship started to drift apart. Mark did find a new group of guys to fuck that were either already poz or didn’t care. Mark kept putting off the doctor's instructions to begin meds. Several of his poz friends started letting him know where to find neg guys that wanted poz loads and he really enjoyed his new found power. The first week he bred five neg guys, all of whom announced he had come down with 'the flu', which gave Mark's confidence a boost. He no longer feared he was either never going to have sex or only get to fuck a few other poz guys. None of Mark’s family knew of his sexuality or infection and Mark was keen to keep it that way. He had heard enough from his parents preaching about “how those queers were going to rot in hell.” Mark tried to talk to his brother over the phone about his parents' concerns, but didn't get any solid answers out of his brother, so Mark concluded he would need to meet with his brother in person if he was to get a handle on what was going on. He really cared about his brother Joey and wanted to make sure he was able to graduate and escape like he had. Mark talked to his boss and was able to get a few days off a couple weeks later, so when he got home from work he sat down at the computer and hit all the travel websites and found what he needed - air tickets for going Thursday and coming back Monday and a rental car. He originally thought it would be better to stay at his brother’s apartment, but the more the thought about it a hotel room would make it a lot easier to hookup if he had time. After hunting around for a couple hours, he found a place that wasn’t a dive and didn’t cost a fortune. The hotel had outside door access and remembered going to a few sex parties there when he was in school. Everything was set. He would have to work hard the next two weeks since he might have a few days off, but the deadlines were still the same. He closed the laptop and got up and got ready for bed. Naked, he slipped into the bed with Eric and they kissed each other just like countless other nights before Eric pulled away and told Mark “We need to talk.” Mark’s heart sank at the sound of Eric’s words. Thoughts flashed through his mind, but the one that stuck was that he was about to get dumped. Looking at Eric he knew something was wrong because Eric's smile was gone and he looked very serious. “I know things have been pretty awkward between us since you found out you are poz” Eric said. “I want you to know that I still love you.” Mark’s heart sank even lower. He started to speak but Eric cut him off before he got the first word out of his mouth. “Let me finish” Eric continued. “I’ve decided that I don’t want to go on PrEP, Mark. It just isn’t me. I want our relationship to be like it used to be. Passionate. Sensual. Wild.” He waited a moment and took a deep breath. “I want you to poz me Mark. Share with me your virus like we used to share everything else. I want a part of you to be with me forever.” Tears ran down Mark’s face as he heard Eric talk. He wasn’t sure he heard it all correctly, since he just relieved with the fact that Eric wasn’t dumping him. “Are you sure?” Mark said after a long pause. “You really want me to infect you?” Eric’s smile came back as he wiped the tears off Mark’s cheek. “Yeah I do. I’ve thought about it a lot and realized I was jealous of those guys you have pozzed. I want to share our life together as a poz couple” Eric replied. Kissing Mark passionately and aggressively, Eric stroked Mark’s cock. Breaking the kiss he continued “And I want you to start now. Breed my fuckhole full of your toxic seed. Make me the poz pig you know I can be." “Oh fuck yeah” was all that Mark could say as his mind raced. Since the moment he found out he was poz he had wanted to bring Eric into the poz brotherhood but knew it had to be Eric's choice. He had almost given up hope that Eric would change his mind, but now it was happening. As months of pent up lust took over his body, Mark grabbed Eric’s head and forced it down on his hardening cock. Eric greedily sucked down Marks shaft, feeling the new larger piercing push into his throat. Eric always prided himself on having almost no gag reflex but this was the first time with Mark’s larger piercing and it was noticeably bigger. His throat covered Mark’s cock with slime as his tongue flicked and probed around the cock. Eric was eager to feel Mark’s cock back inside his ass after such a long time. He really missed their almost daily fuck sessions that they had done since their college days. Wrapping his hand around Mark’s balls, he tugged a bit, something he knew Mark loved. He felt the big balls with his fingers knowing that their poisonous contents would soon be deep inside him. The thought sent waves of excitement through his body. With his other hand, Eric stroked his cock which was now harder than he ever remembered it being. Leaking his neg precum onto the bed Eric bobbed on Mark’s cock, occasionally pulling off and grabbing the piercing with his teeth and shaking his head driving Mark crazy. Finally Eric couldn’t wait any longer and climbed up on top of Mark and positioned Mark’s poz cock at his ass ring. Feeling the steel on his hole for the first time in months, he grinned and remembered how good Mark’s cock always felt inside him. Mark looked up at Eric as their eyes locked. “Are you sure about this Eric? You can stop if you want to” Mark said softly. Eric just breathed deep, letting his hole relax a bit and shoved down as hard as he could onto Mark’s rigid cock. The pain was intense and he let out a scream, but it was what Eric wanted. He wanted to make sure that his fuck hole would have lots of small tears so that the virus could quickly enter his body. In some ways he wanted to make sure that it was the first fuck that infected him, but he wanted to take Mark’s charged load every day until he knew that he was no longer neg. After pausing a few seconds with Mark’s cock balls deep inside, Eric begin to ride Marks cock like he had hundreds of times before. He moved with hard, long strokes bouncing off Mark’s body. The look of pure lust came over both of them as the sounds of grunts and their bodies slapping together filled the room. After twenty minutes of Eric riding Mark’s cock, Mark bucked Eric off, pushing him on to his back. Grabbing his legs, Mark lined his cock up to Eric’s swollen hole. Looking down he saw a few red streaks on his cock and he looked straight at Eric and said “You are so fucking ready to get knocked up. My precum has been soaking into your wrecked hole and now its time for you to get bred." Without any hesitation Eric replied “Fuckin’ do it. Poz me up.” With that, Mark shoved his cock back into Eric’s hole, making sure to go at an angle and dig his cock into the walls of Eric’s chute. As if possessed, Mark started to pound Eric rougher than he ever had. He used all of the tricks he learned from the past few months of breeding several bug chasers he had fucked and converted. The bed was rocking from the force of Mark’s thrusts. Both of them were moaning and grunting in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Sweat was dripping off his body onto Eric’s own sweaty body. At one point, Mark flipped Eric onto his stomach and then pulled him up onto all fours. Standing up, he shoved in three fingers into Eric’s gaping hole and roughly twisted them, scratching with his fingernails as he turned his wrist back and forth. Eric whimpered at the pain from Mark’s preparation. Mark quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. He knew he was close to shooting his poz seed into his boyfriend. Leaning forward Mark’s head was next to Eric’s ear. Eric could feel the heavy breaths on his neck as Mark feverishly thrust his cock in and out of Eric’s ravaged hole. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Mark drove his cock in deep and held it there whispering “I love you” into Eric’s ear as his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of toxic cum pumped into Eric’s gut. Mark just moaned as the cum kept shooting. He couldn’t remember ever shooting that much cum before. Marks body was pressed on Eric’s back while his cock unloaded the virus laden cum deep inside. As the pulses of cum subsided, Mark slowly started to thrust back in and out, pushing the cum around and deeper into Eric. A few minutes later his cock started to soften and Mark slowly pulled out telling Eric “Stay right there.” Mark jumped off the bed and went to the toy drawer in the dresser and pulled out a steel butt plug. Jumping back on the bed, he pressed the cold steel to Eric’s puffy hole and pushed it in until he felt the familiar pop as Eric’s hole sucked the plug the rest of the way in. Moving around to the side of the bed, he fed his dripping cock to Eric who quickly licked and sucked it clean. Once he had finished, Mark laid down in the bed, covered in sweat, cum and spit. Eric curled up next to him and kissed him one more time whispering “Thank you” as they both quickly fell asleep.

I was eighteen, short for my age at just five foot and very slim. Often people thought I was younger, but my Id proved them wronged. While I generally enjoyed school, I hated sports and took every opportunity to avoid them. When, however, I could not get out of sports, I usually tended to go for cross country runs, probably because they involved no physical contact. Looking back now, however, I see one of those cross country runs set me on a path for life. Our runs took us for miles, through urban areas and also through woodland and parks. On such runs naturally the urge to urinate would eventually arise, but my rule of thumb was to hold-out as long as I could, even if the act of running was exacerbating the necessity. One one particular run I found myself increasingly desperate, so when, as I entered a woodland, I spotted a sign for some public toilets, I immediately padded down the path through the bushes and trees and came to a secluded toilet. Entering, it took a bit before my eyes adjusted to the relative darkness compared to the bright sunlight outside. A sort of twilight, lit purely from whatever daylight managed to filter through the small and dirty windows at a high level on one wall. I stepped over to the urinals and, fishing my penis out from the leg of my shorts, let go a long stream of piss from my bursting bladder. As I finished I realised that a tall man was also standing at the end urinal and seemed to be watching me intently. Somewhat innocently I turned as I rearranged my shorts and our eyes met. Then he glanced down and my eyes automatically followed. He turned slightly and I saw this huge erection jutting from his trousers with two heavy balls hanging below. I stared fascinated. It was the first mans cock I had ever seen, and it was enormously erect with a big swollen purple head that glistened moistly. His hand was wrapped around the shaft and he slowly eased it back and forth, the foreskin rolling over the head as he did so. A big drop of fluid emerged from the end and hung there obscenely, glistening in the dim light. "Come here", he said authoritatively. As if hypnotized, my legs propelled me in his direction, stopping a foot or so in front of him, only for him to reach over, grab my hair with one hand, as his other hand covered my mouth. The shock brought me to my senses, but too late. His fingers were woven into my hair and he forced my head down relentlessly until my face was level with his swollen member. A small biohazard symbol was tattooed to the upper left of his cock. Two fingers of his left hand were being forced into my mouth and he pried my teeth apart until my mouth gaped open. He then slid the swollen moist head of his cock between my lips commanding "Don't try to shout or scream boy. Just enjoy it. Oh, and don't bite me or I'll hurt you," he admonished, removing his fingers so that my lips clamped around the head. I was disgusted but his grip of my hair prevented me from moving my head. He slowly eased his cock further into my mouth until the head hit the back of my mouth at the top of my throat. He moaned and then started thrusting slowly back and forth. He had about four inches in my mouth and transferred his hands to hold my ears while he settled into a rhythm, my saliva and his precum lubricating the thrusts. As he raped my mouth I adjusted to the feel of his cock sliding over my tongue. It seemed like ages but was probably only about five minutes. But he was not satisfied with this and his bell end increasingly bashed against the back of my mouth. Then he held me firmly by the ears as he pushed the head into my throat. "Stop teasing me boy and take it right down your throat. You know you want it.," he said. I gagged and resisted and my arms flailed about as I struggled to resist. But then I heard one of the cubicle doors creak open and realised we had been watched by another man. He came over and grabbed both of my arms pulling them together behind me. At this the first man forced his cock into my throat, ignoring my gagging, and started a brutal throat rape. His cock stretched my throat open and his cock rammed a couple of inches into my gullet. "That's it, throat-rape the little slut," I heard a new voice, as the second man encouraged the first man. I was now held firmly by the ears and wrists and couldn't struggle. "Hang on a minute, let's strip him," , he added and he grasped both my wrists in one hand, and using the other to pull my tee shirt over my head. He then proceeded to tie my wrists together behind my back using my own tee shirt. The first man resumed his rape of my throat, slamming his swollen cock into my gullet and into my throat. The second man then pulled my shorts down to my ankles and raised one of my feet to free the shorts completely. This unbalanced me and I fell forward, impaling myself fully on the tool reaming my throat. Pubic hair was ground into my face as my throat accepted the full length. "Yes, take it!", I heard the first man say and he started long dicking my throat to the hilt. I gasped for air and my breathing rasped noisily as I struggled to breathe around the thick shaft. At the same time I felt my buttocks being parted and a finger pushing into my virgin boyhole. It was withdrawn and the second man spat onto my hole, reinserting the finger to the knuckle. Then a second finger was thrust in alongside stretching my hole open. The man worked my hole loosening it up. Then he pulled out his fingers, kicked my legs apart and I felt his cock head against my spittle wet hole. He held my hips and pushed the head inside. The pain was excruciating, but my groans were muted by the cock raping my throat and my efforts to complain just opened my throat more. The second man pushed and slowly forced his cock further and further in, deeper than I thought possible. Eventually, with one savage thrust his cock was in to the hilt, his pubic hair scratching against my virgin buttocks. "God his cunt is tight", he said. "I think he's a virgin", responded the first,"lets break him in as a pussy boy, I need to dump this toxic load". The second man started thrusting in and out, long smooth strokes that pulled my hole inside out on each exit stroke. Together they long-dicked me both ends synchronizing their strokes so that both ends were filled at the same time. I realised my only hope of surviving was to cooperate and try to relax both my throat and boy hole. "He's starting to enjoy it", one of them said and they settled in for a long session. A whistle announced the arrival of another man. "Hey John, who's your new fuckboy then?" "He's letting you do him bareback. He obviously doesn't know you," I heard. It seemed the new arrival already knew at least one of the first two. "Didn't give him a choice, but he wants it now, Just see how he's taking it and he's gonna get my spunk soon." "You wanna bit of him too?" "Damn right, I'll just get my mate from the van and we'll do him after you." With that he briefly left, returning after a couple of minutes with his mate who asked "Fuck, he's a cute young pussy boy. What's his cunt like?" "Fucking tight. I'm gonna cum in a minute," the first man added. At the same time the rate of his thrusts increased, his shaft swelled even thicker and harder as he pulled my ears tightly, thrusting fully into my throat. His cock pulsated as a stream of hot thick cum poured into my throat. Withdrawing his cock so his head alone remained in my mouth, his balls continued pumping volley after volley into my mouth. "Swallow boy, get used to it," he ordered. I complied, the thick spunk sliding downing my throat as I urgently sought to swallow it all. It tasted funny, sort of salty. I can't say I was sorry when the spurts of cum slowed down, not because I didn't enjoy swallowing his load, but rather if only to catch my breath, only to have him withdraw completely, wiping his cock head on my lips as he muttered "Fuck, that was amazing." "I'm gonna cum too, take my poz load.", the second man said. Shit it made sense. The biohazard and toxic talk. They had HIV and they were cumming in me. I struggled but to no avail. I felt his cock swell and pulse and I felt his hot spunk shooting into my guts, holding it fully in as he filled my boyhole, the hot spunk searing the tenderised insides. Then he too pulled out and a rush of cool air replaced his cock in my ravaged hole. The muscles contracted, closing my ring and preventing the big load of spunk from sliding out. I could feel it sliming about inside. I felt relieved that was over, but I hadn't counted on the two new arrivals. As I looked up the two arrivals, both black men were stripping off. I stared fascinated, one had a long thick erection about 10 inches with a massive cock head while the other had a slightly shorter 9 inches but really thick. They both started to wank their shafts, and I watched, fascinated, as the one in front of me rolled his thick foreskin back over the bell shaped head and it became rock hard with a large drop of precum glistening obscenely at the tip. I started to panic but the first quickly grabbed my head and thrust the head of his cock into my mouth. My lipsstretched to accommodate it all as he slid in along my tongue and into mythroat. At the same time his mate lined his cock up to my open boyhole and thrust in all the way, his massive tool like a bottle stretching the tender walls of my boyhole. I felt spunk running down my legs as the savage battering forced it out. The savage rape of my holes was now taken over by these two black men with huge cocks. "Hold him steady will you", one of them said and the first two men took up a position on each side of me pulling my arms and holding me tightly and rigid. Sweat was pouring down my face and dripped to the floor and my breath rasped noisily as I stuggled to inhale. My throat had become an open channel to the massive invader long dicking me at each thrust. His mate was synchronizing his thrusts so that both were embedded to the hilt together. Fortunately the thick load of spunk lining my boyhole made the anal rape less painful and I focussed on just staying conscious. Suddenly both men stopped, as if by some signal and dragged me into a cubicle. One sat down on the toilet and pulled me back to sit on him, impaled on his engorged cock. It slid fully inside to the hilt. The second black guy grabbed my ankles and drew my legs up to his shoulders, my white socks and trainers each side of his head. His cockhead brushed against my stuffed boyhole. Then slowly he pushed forward and against all resistance forced his cockhead in also. He held a hand over my mouth and suppressed my screams as he pushed further and further into my hole. I must have passed out because after a bit I came to with both cocks fully embedded in my cunt. I felt stretched beyond what was possible. The sitting guy raised me by the hips until both massive cocks were almost out – just the big heads inside my newly formed boy pussy. Then he slammed me back down and the two massive black cocks mashed together expanding my cunt to its limits. Againand again, faster and faster, and gradually the wilder the doublefuck became the more I began to enjoy the invasion and ignore the pain. Slamming in and out, sliding against each other, their two dicks fought, tearing through the last remains of my sweet boyhood. And the tender walls of my newly formed cunt fitted the double fuckpoles like a glove. Then suddenly my head was pulled down to one side as a third guy forced his cock into my mouth and started raping my throat. My boyhole was stretched beyond its limits to take the savage double fuck that was happening and my lips were numb and my throat raw into its brutal rape. I managed to slip my wrists from the tee shirt and clung on to the thighs of the guy under me. Suddenly the door swung open. From the corner of one eye I could see 2 new guys had arrived and were enjoying the spectacle. Here I was, an 18 year old slutboy, naked and being gangraped brutally and at the same time enjoying my conversion into a hollow fucktube. They opened their trouser flys and started pounding their big cocks. It seemed to continue for ages. Eventually I could feel the two cocks in my boy hole speed up further and I felt them expand. One guy and then the other started shooting a huge double load deep into my guts. Then the third guy rammed his cock deep into my throat to the hilt and held it there. I felt it pulsing and throb as jet after jet of thick cum was unloaded deep in my throat. After a minute he pulled his still semi erect cock from my throat, pulled up his jeans and just left without saying anything. I slumped forward against the standing black guy. "Wassup boi?" he asked. But I was too exhausted to reply. He stepped back and the guy under me pushed me forward. I slumped forward onto the floor, naked and sweating, with cum seeping from my cunt and a dribble trailing from my swollen mouth and lips. "You've now got a pussy both ends boi", the first black guy said, pushing a thick finger into my swollen pussy, and the both laughed obscenely. I just lay on the dirty stinking piss covered floor as they dressed, too shattered to move. "We've got some mates who wud love to use you boi, so if you want you can be out new white pussyboi. Just be here next Friday at 5.30 after work". Then they turned and left laughing. The two guys who had been watching now pulled me onto all fours and one stuffed his swollen cock deep into my throat while the other rammed his cock into my tender raped cunthole. They rammed in and out to the hilt until they too unloaded their spunk into me. Then they simply let me slump back to the ground and left laughing. I lay there for a while gathering my senses, then crawled around and found my shorts and tee shirt. I pulled them back on and managed to stagger from the toilet into the sunlight outside. Bow legged with cum seeping from my ravaged hole I slowly headed back to school and decided to tell them I had got lost and beaten up by some youths. But I wondered if my throat and new pussy would be sufficiently recovered for next Friday and wondered how many mates they had and how much I could take. It wouldn't be long before I found out...

This happened quite a few years ago when I was still together with my partner. I've never told anyone about this before but it was one of the horniest experiences I ever had. It happened when my partner's nephew, Sean, was staying with us for a couple of days. Sean was 30, small and slim, with dark hair and glasses. He was quite quiet and serious looking but had had a cheeky grin and a wicked sense of humour. He had been in a relationship with a guy he met at uni for several years and had split from him about six months previously. My partner told me that Sean would be staying with us for a couple of nights whilst he was in London for work and of course I said that would be fine. I liked Sean and got on well with him. I asked how Sean was getting on since he had split with his boyfriend and my partner said he seemed to be fine and was enjoying playing the field a bit. I said that was natural and my partner agreed. He frowned and looked a bit worried as he added "but I don't think he always plays safe....." Sean arrived a few days later. He was on a two day course in London and was out during the day. In the evening we had dinner together and on the Friday night we went out for a meal and a drink. I enjoyed Sean's company and a couple of times when my partner went to the bar he flirted with me a little which I enjoyed. On the Saturday morning my partner left early to go to work and I had a bit of a lie in. I heard Sean getting up and taking a shower and while he was in the shower I thought I would get up and make us some coffee. I pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms and went downstairs to the kitchen. After a while I heard Sean coming down the stairs and he joined me in the kitchen wearing only a dark blue T shirt and a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs that didn't leave very much to the imagination. "Morning" he said cheerfully as he took the coffee I offered him. We chatted for a while and once again I was conscious that he seemed to be flirting with me. I knew I should probably go upstairs and get properly dressed but I didn't really want to. I was enjoying chatting to Sean (and also enjoying seeing him in just his T shirt and pants!). After a while the conversation turned to relationships and Sean told me about the split from his partner. He said he was enjoying being single and added that he was getting a lot more sex than he had got in the last couple of years in his relationship. He grinned and I couldn't help grinning back. I could feel myself getting turned on and I was fairly sure Sean was too. I never thought for a minute that anything was going to happen beyond harmless flirting but then Sean told me he had always thought I was really fit. He said that he had always liked guys with hairy chests and then added that he also liked older guys. He was looking straight at me as he said "I've done it with quite a few older guys lately." I knew I should not let things go any further but I was really turned on now and I could see that Sean's cock was now sticking up in his pants. I didn't stop him as he reached out and began to run his hand over my chest. My cock was hard now too and soon we were kissing and his hand was on my cock. I didn't stop him as he pulled my joggers down and began to wank me and then got down on his knees and began to suck my cock. I couldn't have stopped him now even if I had wanted to - he was giving me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had and I could easily have let him suck me until I unloaded in his mouth but I didn't want this to end. I pulled him up and and kissed him again and then I got down on my knees. I pulled his pants down and his cock sprang out. I took it into my mouth and began to suck him. He sighed and I felt his cock grow even harder. "Mmm" he moaned" That's fucking good." I sucked him for a bit longer and then indicated to him to turn around. He didn't hesitate. He turned round, pulled his pants right down and pushed his arse out. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole. His arse was smooth but his hole was quite hairy. I pushed my tongue right up him and began to lick his arse. He moaned and pushed his arse back into my face. I licked him for while and then stood up. He pushed his arse out and looked over his shoulder. "Fuck me." he said. I wondered if he would mention condoms but he didn't. He moaned as I began to push the head of my cock into his arse. My cock slid up him surprisingly easily and soon I was right up him. I gave him a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him. He leaned forward and said "Oh fuck, yeah!" as I started to fuck him. I didn't hold back - I fucked him right there in the kitchen, bent over with his pants down and my bare cock up his fit young arse. "Fuck me." he moaned, "fuck me!" I began to fuck him harder as he pushed his arse back against me and moaned. I was getting close now and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him even harder as he moaned and urged me on. I fucked him until I couldn't hold off any longer. I told him I was going to cum and he moaned "Fuck yeah!" I hadn't cum for several days and soon I was shooting a massive load of cum deep into his unprotected arse. When I had finished cumming I pulled out and he stood up. He pulled me towards him and we kissed again and then he pushed me down and I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him off until I was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. We were both out of breath as we pulled our pants up and he grinned at me. We had some breakfast and a little later we went upstairs where I fucked him again and dumped another load deep in his arse. I split with my partner not long after that and never got together with Sean again. Fortunately my partner never knew that I had fucked his nephew bareback and loaded up his arse - once in the kitchen and once in our bed.

A buddy hit me up yesterday and wanted to use my hole. He’s 6’3” 260 9 thick. I cleaned myself up and went over to his place. He's an amazing kisser, so we frenched for some time, and went on to work over each other’s pits, as well as sucking each other. After this foreplay he flipped me over, prepared my ass with spit and lube, and slid into my tight hole. I hit the poppers. He fucked me hard, used my hole., flipped me over and put my legs on his shoulders and slid back in, asking if I wanted his load. Naturally I begged for it. He punched my legs back and got in me deep and bred me hard, his cock remaining lodged in my ass as we kissed. Eventually he got soft and slid out of my hole, so we lay there, making out. Once again I buried my face in his pit, and enjoyed it when he started fingering my ass. Then we moved to 69ing each other where he gagged me with his cock. I moved to eat his hairy ass, enjoying his hole for several minutes until he stood-up, stepped behind me, and again slid into my ass, quickly busting a second load in my ass as I shot my load all over my chest and face.

Last night, I went over to the Black Eagle with a friend of mine visiting from the east coast. for Naked Night He was curious to see what went on there, I wanted to go there again, and I had hopes of meeting up with friends. I had a lot of fun. I met up with one long-standing fuckbuddy of mine, an undetectable guy, and did manage to be the first guy to fuck him. (Not vice versa, sadly; I haven't had much luck getting fucked while standing up.) I played elsewhere with lots of taller guys, sucking and kissing a taller guy with a nice thick average length dick on a couple of occasion until he shot over my chest, trying to get fucked by a shorter cub with a thick dick, having another friend with a shorter cock rub ever closer to my hole from behind. In the end, I ended up shooting my load after a nice slim guy with a thick dick seven inches long (real inches, not penis inches) got in me half-way. It would have been great if I had been able to take these guys bare, but save for the first I did not. I'm literally midway through PrEP, having had the blood tests last week and waiting to meet with the doctors to see about getting on PrEP next week. Slipping up now, at this point, would be ridiculous. I was so tempted, with the last guy I mentioned, to try to do just the tip--it might have gone in easier without the latex--but I knew it would not stop there, and that doing so with someone whose name I did not know would be risky. Until next time, then?

Part 3 I got to know Jim during the summer before my final year at university when I took a part time job to earn some extra money, working in a shop three evenings a week. It was a family run shop and one night per week I was working with the shop owner and on the Wednesday and Saturday evenings I was working with one of his sons. Jim. Jim was a few years older than me, small, blond, and very muscly. He was quite sporty and worked out in the gym three nights a week. I didn't think we would have much in common but he was actually good company and we got on well working together. He talked about girls all the time though and talked about how he was missing his girlfriend who was working abroad for the summer and how he wasn't getting any. One night he asked if I had a girlfriend and I said no. I liked Jim and sensed he would be cool about me being gay so I told him. He was fine with it and asked me if I had a boyfriend. I grinned and said not at the moment. Jim said he couldn't understand why people had a problem with gay people and added that his cousin in Ireland was gay. His voice changed slightly and he sounded a little nervous as he told me his cousin had "helped him out a bit"when his girlfriend was away the previous summer. He was looking straight ahead as he said this but I could see him looking at me out of the corner of his eye to see how I would react. I was fairly sure he was telling me this because he was hoping that I would offer to help him out but I wasn't quite sure so I didn't say anything at first. Then I decided to go for it and I told him that I could help him out if he wanted. He grinned and said "Excellent!" The shop was quiet and after a moment he moved back into a little recess where he couldn't be seen by anyone coming into the shop. "I'm horny," he said and to my surprise he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down a little along with his pants. His cock was hard and took it in his hand and motioned to me to come over. I was really turned on and I knew we would hear anyone coming into the shop so I went over and got down on my knees. I took hold of his cock and began to suck it and he sighed happily. I sucked him for a while and then we heard someone coming in to the shop. "Later" he whispered as he zipped himself up and we went back out front. As soon as the shop was closed we were in the back room and Jim's cock was back in my mouth. He had quite a big cock and I really enjoyed sucking it. He seemed to be enjoying the experience too and it wasn't long before he warned me he was going to cum. I kept sucking him and was soon rewarded with a nice big mouthful of cum. "Thanks mate" said Jim with a grin as he pulled up his pants. "Anytime" I said. I started sucking his cock regularly and after we had done it a few times I asked him if he had done anything else with his cousin. He was silent for a moment and then told me that he had fucked his cousin a couple of times. I asked if he had enjoyed it and he nodded. The next time we were working together I brought some lube and after I had sucked Jim's cock for a while, I offered him my arse. Soon I was bent over in the back room as Jim pushed his cock up my arse and began to fuck me. He was a good fuck - he started slowly and built up until he was fucking me hard and fast and after a while he shot his cum into my arse. We sucked and fucked regularly throughout the time we worked together. He still talked a lot about girls and how much he was missing his girlfriend and somehow this just added to the turn on for me. I was also now regularly licking his arse, something he had been reluctant to let me do when I had first suggested it. Then a few weeks later I was sucking his cock when he suddenly turned round and bent forward. I knew what he wanted me to do and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right into his hole. He loved it and from then on my tongue went up his arse every time we got together. Sometimes when the shop was quiet he would go back into the recess and get his cock out and I would suck it right there in the shop. Sometimes he would turn round and pull his pants down and I would lick his arse too. I worked with Jim for about six months and enjoyed every minute of it. He seemed to be permanently horny and, although I had assumed that our encounters would stop when his girlfriend returned from abroad, he continued to fuck me until I finished working with him at the end of the year. He asked me more than once what it felt like to get fucked but when I asked if he wanted to try it he just shook his head. He was obviously curious though and I suspected that one day in the not too distant future he would let some guy fuck him up the arse. In my final year at uni I was sharing a flat with two other gay lads, Johnny and Paul. I had met Johnny one night in a gay bar in Glasgow and he had taken me back to his flat and fucked me hard up the arse. Johnny was a really attractive guy - he had dark curly hair, a cheeky grin, a fit body and a really long, thick cock. We got on well and met up a few times to fuck and then became friends. At the end of the summer one of his flatmates was moving out and he suggested I take the room. They had a flat in really good area near the university and I didn't hesitate. I really enjoyed sharing a flat with Johnny and we had a lot of fun. Johnny was working and Paul, the other flatmate, was a student in his final year like me. We would often go out to gay bars in Glasgow and I soon learned that Johnny was amazingly successful at pulling guys and rarely failed to score. On Friday and Saturday nights he would usually bring some lad home. Johnny was a total top and it was fun to see these lads emerge from Johnny's room in the morning, knowing that they had been fucked hard up the arse by Johnny's big, thick cock the night before. On the odd occasion when Johnny came home alone I would offer my arse and enjoy a good hard fuck. One time I came home in the middle of the day and when I walked into the living room the first thing I saw was Johnny's naked arse banging a young blond lad who was bent over the settee with his pants down. I recognised the guy as a first year student who was studying the same subject as me and I ended up joining in and fucking him up the arse after Johnny had finished with him. Johnny and I often went cruising together and had lots of horny fun with all sorts of guys. Johnny really seemed to be able to charm the pants off anyone he wanted. Our other flatmate, Paul, was much quieter and more studious. He had a boyfriend in his home town and would often go home to spend the weekend with him. He seemed happy to be faithful to his boyfriend and spent most of his time studying and went out running most evenings and weekends. One night just before Christmas I discovered there was another side to Paul. Paul was out with some friends and Johnny and I had been drinking in a bar in Glasgow. We had come home and started fooling around with each other and I was down sucking Johnny's cock when Paul came in. He had obviously been drinking too and when he saw what was happening he came over and joined in. Soon he was sucking Johnny's cock and I had my tongue up his arse. Then he was sucking my cock as Johnny fucked him. We both fucked him that night and both came in his arse. It seemed he couldn't get enough. The next day he begged us not to tell his boyfriend and of course we promised we wouldn't. A few weeks later, however, I came back into the flat one Saturday morning and found Johnny fucking Paul up the arse in a corner of the living room. It was very horny. Paul had obviously been out running and his shorts and pants were down at his knees and he was bent forward being fucked from behind. Johnny grinned at me and when he had shot his load up Paul I took over and fucked him until I added my load to Johnny's. One of the horniest experiences I had with Johnny involved our straight neighbour. The flat we shared was in a tenement in the west end of Glasgow and the flat above was rented by a straight couple in their late 20s with a young child. The guy, Paddy, was quite tough and I knew he had been in prison when he was younger. They were a bit noisy, especially when Paddy had been drinking, but we got on alright with them. One Saturday I was coming home when I heard Paddy's door shutting and, to my surprise, Johnny came down the stairs. When we got into the flat I asked Johnny what he had been doing upstairs and he grinned and told me he had been fucking Paddy. I didn't believe him at first but then I realised he was serious. Like I said, it seemed that Johnny could charm the pants off anyone - Paddy wasn't the only straight guy he fucked during the time we shared a flat. A couple of weeks later Johnny asked me if I was up for a session with Paddy. Of course I said yes and a little later we were knocking on Paddy's door. I still couldn't quite believe what was happening but Johnny assured me that Paddy knew I was coming and was up for it. We went in to the living room and Paddy got down on his knees in front of Johnny. He unzipped Johnny's jeans and pulled them down along with his pants. Johnny's cock was semi hard and I watched as Paddy took it into his mouth and began to suck it. He sucked Johnny for a while and then Johnny indicated to me and soon Paddy was taking it in turns to suck my cock and Johnny's. To my surprise, he sucked cock well and seemed to be really into it. I still couldn't quite believe this was happening but there was better to come. Without a word, Paddy stood up and, turning round, pulled his pants down and bent over. Paddy must have been already lubed as Johnny walked over to him, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed his cock right up Paddy's arse. Paddy grunted as Johnny began to fuck him. I watched and wanked as Johnny fucked this tough straight guy hard up the arse until he shot his load up him. He pulled out and indicated to me to take over. I pushed my cock up Paddy's arse and began to fuck him. I didn't last as long as I would have liked to and soon I was shooting what felt like a massive load of cum into Paddy's arse. When I finished cumming, Paddy pulled his pants up again and we both left. It was an incredibly horny experience - seeing a tough guy like Paddy being so submissive and the fact that it had all happened without any of us saying a word made the whole experience even hornier. We repeated the experience a couple of times and then Paddy and his girlfriend moved out one night and we never saw them again. Of all the experiences I have had with straight guys, I have to say that fucking Paddy up the arse was definitely one of the horniest. One night towards the end of my final year I was out drinking with some friends from uni. I had been drinking since mid afternoon and by about 10 pm I was really pissed. I decided I couldn't manage to drink any more and had better get home but when I got up to leave I was not very steady on my feet. One my friends said her boyfriend would walk me home to make sure that I got there safely as we were quite near my flat. She offered to come too but Ross, her boyfriend, said he would be fine and would be back shortly. Ross was at uni up in the north of Scotland and, although I had met him a few times, I didn't really know him. I didn't really have much in common with him anyway - he was a stocky, rugby playing straight guy and was quite loud. I was really drunk though and was quite happy for him to see me home. He put his arm round me to steady me and we set off on the short walk to my flat. I woke up late the next morning feeling more than a bit hungover and I reached for the bottle of water beside my bed and drank it down in one. I went back to sleep and woke a bit later feeling better. I looked around - my shoes, trousers and pants were lying on the floor and I was wearing only my T shirt and socks. I also had a pleasant squelchy feeling in my arse. I was feeling horny, as I often did when I woke up hungover, and as I began to play with myself I fingered my arse and felt the cum leaking out of me. I knew I had been fucked the night before but couldn't really remember very much. As I began to play with myself I suddenly remembered who had fucked me the night before - it was Ross. I began to remember bits and pieces from the night before. Ross with his arm round me to steady me, then Ross with his hand down the back of my pants. The next thing I remembered was sucking his cock. I remembered vaguely that at some point I had my tongue up his hairy arse and the next thing I remembered I was kneeling on the bed being fucked hard from behind. As I remembered this I began to wank. I knew I had been very drunk - but I also knew I had been up for it and so had "straight boy" Ross. Truth to tell though, I was beginning to drink too much and this was not the last time I woke up with a load of cum in my arse and only the vaguest recollection of what had happened the night before. A few times I woke up with a load of cum in my arse and no recollection at all of who had deposited it there. When I left university I moved to London and initially went through a bit of a bad time. Then I sorted myself out, stopped drinking altogether and began to build a life for myself. The safe sex message was all around and I began to use condoms on every occasion. By the mid nineties I had just turned 30. I had a good job, I had made friends and I was enjoying life. But I was also bored and tired of always doing the right thing. I began to have sex without using condoms and began to enjoy taking the risk on more and more occasions. As I did so, I soon discovered that it wasn't just gay lads who enjoyed a bit of unprotected sex...... Part 4 to follow

Besides PrEP, locate the free STD testing location in your area and get general STD tested monthly. Many issues can surface without symptoms. Some guys take a low dose of an anti-biotic as prevention against STDs. Happy fucking and take a load for me.

Is there a coat/bag check at Connection Club during Biohazard. Can you strip down to say harness and jock Alexmasctop?

I agree -- love it on all fours, sling, bench, on my back -- which ever way I get a load pumped in me.

Love to be massaged and fucked by a massage therapist.

so hot - my sort of fantasy massage

I would 100% recommend against that since you are new to bottoming. You will be hurt from this and won't enjoy it one bit. Start slowly and work your way up to a gangbang. You might even not like bottoming to begin with. On a side note, Prep only stops HIV and nothing else, so you still can catch everything else, some things are easy to treat and others are with you for the rest of your life (hep c).

Just got 2 loads from a hot young black guy i met a year ago. He’s a big muscle guy that likes silver daddies like me. He came over and fucked me for 30 minutes and deposited a huge load in my ass. As we laid there he said, play with nipples and I will give you another load. Oh hell yeah...start working his nipples and very soon he was hard and slowly jacking off. He quicken his pace and he said he was close. Since he was laying on his back, I hopped right on top of his BBC and slid his dick up my ass just time for load #2.

S'up Pigs~! I drove 300 miles each way on a hot August Monday to attend Cumunion in Chicago. Very last minute decision. I got to Steamworks at 8ish, there was a line, took about 30 minutes. I thought the staff was very efficient when clerk waited on me. Got a room on the second floor, 3rd floor Cumunion block regular rooms were sold out. Deluxe was $50/8hrs. Not sure how many attended, but BBRT showed over 100 pigs interested. I got a hot AF model type to write BREED ME with a sharpie on my back. I quickly fucked a few dudes, one has a a perfect body. I could totally have bred him, butt I wasn't ready to cum til i got a few in me. Seemed like 3 dudes were getting all the tops attention. I was getting some positive social attention too. Sadly, not from the Tom of Finland types though. Two hours later, I got my turn in the sling. First breeder quietly gave up his load. Second, a handsome young African American with great diction & vocabulary, awesome cock gives me his cum. Third, homely senior, possible crix belly, underdeveloped torso, average dick butt really knew how to talk dirty & use my hole. Shoots loudly as it breeds my hole, men applaud. I almost had a hands free orgasm. The handsome black man,#2, cums back & says something like "Are you Poz? Do I gotta get tested because I stuck my dik in you?" I replied "I been a busy boy." Can you see why I prefer Daddypigs? I go to find one of the hottest guys there, Ginger, who had pigs lined up last time I checked his room, was tying his shoes to go. I said "Do you want one more?" He was naked again in NY minute. I ate? his tasty cumhole til my dick was throbbing, & he was begging for my ?dirty load. He got my 5 day l☣️ad deep. We chatted he is on BZ too, I told him I intended to write about my adventures and hoped he wood too. I ?got his screamname wrong, because I can't find his profile here. So worth the 10 hours commute, & 300mg of fake Viagra, and today's sleep deprived headache. I didn't see one tweeker, butt one young India guy fucked me who couldn't shoot said he had "Whiskey Dick." Many pigs seemed like English may be there second language, Asia? or India? Thanks for reading this.

A top with a big cock has an amazing asset. If your meat is big enough to be memorable, then your technique only has to be adequate for the bottom to have a good time. That said, a well-hung top with no technique won't get a lot of return business. A boring fuck is still a boring fuck. A smaller hung guy has to rely on his technique. That comes with practice and conscious effort to pay attention to your bottom while you are fucking him. You can learn what a guy likes and give him more of it. That will make a bottom happy. All that said, if you want to top, then you should top. My cock is about the size of yours. When I was younger and still into topping, I fucked lots of guys who were scared to take a big cock.

i Part 10 Benji was very popular at the bar, as were the all the twinkies Arthur hired. He became a major cum slut in a very short time. The monthly parties were getting better with new bottoms every now and then. Sam was the bouncer at the local 24 and under club. The club has been having an issue with gay boys forcibly being fucked in the bathroom. It was the same story, the guy was gay, 18-20 years old, kind of skinny, and he was given a drink by someone me had just met. After he swallowed about half of the beverage me started to feel woozy and the generous guy who bought them the drink helps them into an empty stall in the bathroom. There he pushes them against the wall, forces their pants down and (basically) rapes them. Sam finds out about these since he is not only the bar’s bouncer, but an ex-county deputy sheriff, and although the guys were raped, none of them want to file a police report. He has a good idea who the guy is and comes up with a plan to catch him. He asks if he can use Benji as bait and they plan it for a Friday night when there is a group party planned. The plan is for Benji to lure this 18 year old punk into raping, except when if comes to Benji, you can’t rape the willing. Benji made sure he attracted the Devin of the guy Sam knew was committing these rapes. There were a couple guys there to make sure that Benji didn’t end up being drugged like had done to his victims. Benji just had to act the part. After someone saw the generous guy approach Benji with the ‘spiked’ drink it was quickly replaced with a clean one. As intended, Benji had over half the drink consumed when he stated to act ‘out of it’ as the 18 year old rapist helped him to the bathroom. They had him once he started fuck Benji when him saying a low ‘No, don't’ over and over again. Sam, along with another member of the group busted into the bathroom stall on him fucking Benji, showed a couple of bags and told him, “YOU’RE UNDER ARREST FOR RAPE!” He attempted to talk his way out of it answering back, “This guy asked me to take him into the bathroom and fuck him.” Sam then asked Benji, “Hey buddy, did you ask to be fucked here in the bathroom?” The rapist was starting to tell Sam that he was a little drunk and probably couldn’t answer when he shocked to here his rape victim answer, “No I didn't, he brought me into the bathroom, pulled my shorts and underwear off and started fucking me. I said ‘No, don't’ as he continued to fuck me.” The kid turned white as a sheet as they pulled him out of the stall and handcuffed him before leading him out to Sam’s car. The member with Sam pretended to comfort Benji before they went out too his car and headed to the group party. Before Sam out him in the car he grabbed his wallet hang his name and address. There was a picture of him with some cute girl on formal attire. Sam read off his information of his license, name, address, etc. He asked, “So , our rapist has a gave Charles W. Wallace, III. You wouldn’t be related to the Wallace family that owns the manufacturing plant just outside of town? And is this a picture of you and your girlfriend?” The kid began to cry as he answered, “My life will be over of anyone finds out about this. I’m not gay, the girl been working a lot lately and I just needed to get off. I figured fucking a fag isn’t cheating since he’s a fag.” Sam snapped back at him, “Boy, that’s the wrong thing to say” and with that getting said, Sam drove off. About 20 min later me pulled up to the party house and took Charles directly to the pool. Looking around Charles saw only naked men. He was still handcuffed as they stripped of his clothes, ‘helped’ into a sling and restrained his arms and legs. Sam was standing over him naked like Charles, looked down at him and said, “It's the for you to learn what it’s like to be raped, but I’ve got a feeling you’re going to end up enjoying getting fucked. In fact, I think you’re going to love it!” As that was said someone shoved a large pieces of Tina inside his ass and as Charles we complaining wait the burning in his ass, Sam tied a the tourniquet on his arm and administered a generous slam. The bound rapist coughed out hard as Sam wasted go time and slammed all 9” of his cock balls deep. Once Charles was through his coughing and realized he was getting fucked he couldn’t ignore the pleasure he was getting and instantly goading when each thrust. The couldn’t believe how good it felt. He looked around at all the guys fucking the group bottoms and recognized Benji who was in the other sing getting fucked. In his drugged you mind he recognized him, but couldn’t figure it out that he was set up. He was suddenly slapped by Sam who told him, “Look at me Chuck. I can tell you like getting fucked.” Sam grabbed his hard cock giving it a couple strokes before continuing, “Now your going to know what it feels like to very bred. I’m about to fill your ass with a huge load of my poz cum. I haven't cum inn live two weeks and stopped taking my meds. I’m sure my viral load is in the millions by now. I’m going to knock you up, impregnate you with my seed. I’m going to own your ass from this night on.” Even in his drugged up mind, Charles understood what he was being told as he looked into the mirror above the sling to see Sam’s bare cock inside his ass as he can’t it spasm filling him with a huge load of poz cum.

The following story isn't a true story yet... Tom is a young guy, he is 23, white, hairy body with a hot bubble butt. Tom is into the kinkier side of sex but is too nervous to explore where to take it. He spends much of his time cruising the sex sites and talking to guys about being a pig. He is a tease to much of these men. Never meets up with them. Last night he was extra horny and had been drinking. This is his story. I was chatting with Paul. Paul is a older daddy type guy who gets into kinky things. Normally, I don't go for them or stay away. I don't want to catch anything. This daddy was hitting all my buttons. I was a bit buzzed from drinks with the coworkers and it had been months since I'd been fucked. I was getting pretty aroused. He asked me if I PNP. I said no but had always thought about what it'd be like. He said that he only slams and sometimes does G. I said I would be up for trying that. He mentioned he loves to give a boy his first slam and take him to new heights. This hit me buttons and I got his address and was on my way. When he opened the door he was 6ft hairy body stocky and was in his mid 40s. He was very hot and his appearance and demeanor made me think daddy. I was very comfortable right away. He got me some water and told me to drink. I have to stay hydrated. He had me get naked and gave me a leather harness and a jock strap to put on. Once I had those on he took me to the bathroom and showed me the stuff to clean out. He said to get it squeaky clean while he prepared the supplies. I finished cleaning soaped up my hole. I was a bit nervous at this point but I felt to uninhibited. Being there and going to try this new experience. We ended up in his bedroom. He strapped something around my arm and told me to pump my fist. He said I have good veins and slid in the point. He pulled back and blood mixed in, then he injected the liquid in. He told me he used this point before and that I am getting it second hand. I was nervous. I asked are you Positive. He said yes. I knew I was done for. He released the belt and I felt an amazing wave and rush. I coughed a couple times and heard a ringing. All I could think of is where is the dick in my hole. He did his slam and climbed on top of me shoved his face in my crack and went to town on my hole. He got me so wet and slick. He grabbed a rag and sprayed some poppers on and forced me to sniff while he stuck his 0 gauge PA in my hole. He said he was gonna tear my ass up and own it. Make me his Aids Whore. I didn't care. I just knew I wanted his cock and seed. I was flying from the poppers and the slam. I was riding his cock and taking what he was giving me. Soon he came. He made me beg for his aids cum. After he came inside me he shoved a butt plug in. He then preceded to open the bedroom door and 5 husky men walked in. They had the hungry look in their eyes. They were going to make sure I converted. He gave me a another slam and then pissed down my throat. I was so high at this point I was begging for seed. Guy no.1 rips the butt plug out and shoves his dick in and breeds me quickly. He pulls out and goes to my mouth while guy number 2 takes his turn. This won't on for several hours. Then guy number 2 and three force me to get on my feet while guy 2 lays down. I am then made to sit on his cock. Guy 2 pull me close to him and kisses me intensely and then guy number 3 shoves his dick in. If I wasn't ripped before I was now. I never knew my hole could stretch that far. I felt so full and complete. I was begging them to change my life forever. I felt so satisfied for the first time being a true slut and not worrying about status. I knew I had finally found my true nature. Being a slut, doing what pleases my top to get rewarded with his raw poz seed. I went back the next weekend and we went to Steamworks and he slammed me in the room and then pimped me out to anyone who wanted a hole to seed. I later came down with the flu and I knew my life was different.

I would like to meet Daddy Paul. I have been in recovery for 21 years, but have thought about getting buzzed on G, T, and drinks often recently. While I told 100s of POZ loads before, I have not converted. Guess I just need a blood slam or to get double fucked from hung guys is 0 gauge PAs.

4 months ago I started being a cumdump without prep, today I found out I’m Poz. Personally I wanted to be poz, that was my goal. The health issues don’t scare me, rather take raw poz cum loads deep inside my hole as a poz cumdump. My advice, just take poz loads and relax

Muscle Bear Dad is another story I've enjoyed, posted in alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated. It is M/t, but all the action starts on the eighteenth birthday of the narrator. The first post is here. * * * My senior year in high school turned out to be a real turning point in my life. I was cruising along, minding my own business and doing everything I could to prepare for life after high school, that I was completely unprepared for the chain events that brought me to where I am today. My name is Jake, and from all indications, I was living a perfect existence as a typical high school senior. I studied hard and made good grades, always a 3.5-point average or higher, but like many of my peers, I really wasn't all that interested in social studies, and was constantly admonished by my teacher to try harder. I was captain of the football team last fall, and since one of my best talents in that game was my running, I was getting ready for the track team practices about to start. I was good at sports, competitive and recreational, and I have my dad to thank for that. He was always playing sports with me as a kid and throughout my teenage years, encouraging me to play better. He was always showing me the techniques he had learned when he was growing up that helped make him one of the most proficient players on his high school and college teams. Let me tell you a little about my dad. His name is Ben, and while I may be somewhat prejudiced, he's probably one of the most handsome men in the city. Many people have commented that he looks a lot like Lee Majors when he was in his prime. Dad is 6 foot, 2 inches tall and weighs 245 pound of well-muscled beef. Dad has owned a slowly growing chain of fitness spas, named Muscle Buddies, for the last 15 years, ever since training professionally as a body builder. He won a few minor titles shortly after I was born but when mom deserted us, he took his winnings and opened the first Muscle Buddies so he could be there for me. Mom and dad met on the competition circuit. Mom was a stewardess, an air mattress as dad describes her, and a groupie to the body builder crowd. They had dated a few times, and when she got pregnant with me, he did the honorable thing and married her. After three years of playing housewife while dad competed in competitions, she got bored with the routine and left us to go back to flying full time. She didn't have any problem when he petitioned the court for full custody, and except for a birthday card or Christmas present once in a while, I haven't heard from her since. My father has thick, black hair that he keeps cut short so he doesn't have to do much to make it look good. His eyes are that hazel color, which look gold in the sunlight, topped by long, black lashes that many woman spend tons of money on mascara to duplicate. His beard is so heavy he has to shave two or three times a day or he has a five o'clock shadow by noon. The muscles he works so hard to maintain are covered with tons of glossy black hair, so much that it's hard to see skin between the straight, coarse strands. A few of my friends have commented that he looks like a gorilla, but to me it just makes him look more masculine than other men. He showed me some of his old competition photos and I couldn't believe that the smooth, shiny body in the pictures was he. He told me it used to take hours of shaving and gallons of Nair to keep it that way, and certainly doesn't miss all the torture he used to have to go through to get that competitive look. Dad keeps the hair on his body trimmed so it doesn't look too unmanaged and many times asks me to help with the spots he has trouble reaching. That's how I know what his dick and balls look like. I'll be studying or watching TV and he'll call out from the bathroom asking for a little help. When I get there, he's standing naked in the tub with the clippers in his hand and that frustrated look he gets when faced with a problem he can't solve easily. He hands me the clippers and points to the places on his wide back that he can't reach, so I help him out to make sure everything is even. At those times, I get to run my hands over the hair on his back, and down to his 34" waist, under the excuse of making sure there weren't any hairs matted down that the clippers might miss. My dad has big hands, thick wrists, and bulging forearms, all covered with thick hair. He's so hairy he even has tufts of hair on the middle knuckles of each finger and toe. The hair on his arms goes about halfway up his 20" biceps, but thins out enough so you can see that thick vein on the top of each one. His thick, muscled legs and round, hard butt are a single, smooth carpet of hair, so thick that they always look tanned. His abs and pecs are covered as well, but instead of stopping at the top of his chest like most guys, it continues on over his shoulders to meet the hair growing up his back. You can see his nipples, which cap the thick, chiseled 50" pecs, protruding from the hair on his chest, each one topped by an eraser sized nub of flesh. If he didn't shave his neck and face, there would be no part of his body, except around his eyes and his forehead, that weren't covered in soft, thick fur. He even clips his pubic hair to the same length as the rest of his body; he said it was just easier to run the clippers over the whole body than to worry about sculpting different areas. His soft dick was long enough to almost reach the bottom of his ball sac and about the diameter of a silver dollar. The smooth, circumcised head of his dick is a rosy, purple, bigger and darker than the thick shaft. His balls look big enough to cover the entire palm of my hand if I were to reach over sometime and cradle them. Hell, I don't think I would be able to close my hand more than halfway around his balls without hurting him. I've never seen my dad with a hard-on, but once when I finished helping trim his back hair; it was sticking straight out from his body and had grown noticeably. I got embarrassed and hightailed it out of the bathroom, but I really wanted to see what it looked like fully hard. I got a ride home from school on the afternoon of my eighteenth birthday from my best friend Jeremy's mom. Dad doesn't usually get home until after five during the week but today he'd taken a day off to clean out the garage and do some puttering around the yard. I went through the front door calling out for him but he wasn't inside so I went out the French doors to the backyard and saw him trimming the hedges by the back fence. He was only wearing some grungy old gym shorts and the sweat from his exertion was streaming down his face and matting the hair on his chest and back. The waistband of the shorts was soaked and the shorts clung to the round globes of his ass. He only goes shirtless if he's working in the backyard where no one can see him, otherwise he'll wear a tee shirt to keep from spooking the neighbors with his excess hairiness. I called out and waved and when he heard me, he waved back. He stopped the electric clippers so I could hear him and said, "I'm almost done. Let me just finish these and then I'll be in to discuss dinner plans to celebrate your birthday." I went back to the kitchen and got a soda from the fridge and a glass with ice. After pouring the soft drink and waiting for the fizz to stop, I grabbed my backpack and went up to my room to do my homework while I waited for dad. A half hour later, dad stopped by the door to my room, sweat still running down his handsome face. "I'll take a quick shower and be with you in a little bit," he said smiling broadly. Presently, I heard the water running in his shower and knew it wouldn't be too long before he was dressed and ready to go. I opened my math book and looked over the problems due for tomorrow's assignment. I was on the second math problem when I heard him call my name and ask me come into his bedroom. I thought maybe it was trimming time at the zoo again, so I hopped up and walked across the hall to his room. Dad was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, tan chinos, and a pair of Topsiders. He looked great as usual. He asked me to sit on the bed and then came over to sit next to me, carrying a plastic bag. The bag was one of those magazine bags they give you at the newsstand, and I immediately knew what was in it. A lump grew in my throat and I had a hard time swallowing. "I found these while cleaning out the garage today and I thought we should talk about it," he said quietly. There was no anger or embarrassment in his voice, he just stated it matter-of-factly. He dumped the magazines from the bag onto the bed between us and I knew I'd been caught. He'd found my secret stash of porno magazines, made up of Honcho, Advocate Men, and a gay porno color glossy that Jeremy's brother bought for him once. This was a moment I'd been dreading ever since I hid the first one in the garage, but I didn't think it would arrive so soon. I'd only been collecting them since last fall after Jeremy and I started messing around. "I figure there's something you that been on your mind for a while and this is as good a time as any to talk about it. I'm not mad; in fact, I had a good chuckle when I remembered back to my porno stash when I was your age. They were a little less gender specific, but I'm sure I was looking at the guys more than the girls." I must have looked startled when the meaning of his words hit me. "You, you mean," I stuttered, "you mean you liked looking a naked guys, too? You're gay?" I asked. "Yep, figured it out when I was competing in body building," he answered. "There's lots of great looking men with beautiful bodies all around and I found myself wanting to do more than just admire them from a distance. I've kept it from you so my lifestyle wouldn't influence your development. I needed for you to figure out for yourself what you wanted and I didn't think it would be a good idea for you to see me carrying on with other men while you were growing up. Life for a kid is confusing enough." "Remember the weekend trips I started taking every few months when you turned sixteen?" he asked. I nodded and he continued, "Well, I was going to larger cities to visit some friends I've made over the years, some of them fuck buddies, and others, really good friends to go out on the town with, and maybe find some stud to have sex with. So, in case you were thinking I'd be angry or hate you, it's not like that at all. In fact, I'm really proud of you for coming to terms with this difficult decision and not let it screw your head up. You're a great son, Jake, and I'm equally proud to be your father." His confession moved me so much that tears began to fill up my eyes and I started to sob a little bit. Dad stood up and spread his big arms, letting me know that I could hug him, and I moved against his hard body. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight to his chest, my head cradled in the crook of his neck. He let me sob against him for a few minutes, and then used his big hands to pull my head back and look into my face. He used both thumbs at the same time to wipe the tears from under my eyes and looked at me with this incredible, loving smile. All my love for this man came welling up from deep inside me, and I moved my face closer so I could press my lips to his. Dad gave me one of the fatherly pecks and tried to move away, but I pressed my lips against his again and tried to open his mouth with my tongue. He tensed, stepped back, looking at me with a little surprise on his face and said quietly, "Jake, I don't think we should be doing this." "Dad, I want this more than anything," I whispered. "I want you to show me how much you love me, how much two men can share together." He stood for a few moments, looking at my face, seeing the budding lust there and feeling the shivers of anticipation coursing through my body. "And I do love you, son," he whispered and began to kiss me in earnest. We stood by the side of the bed, probing each other's mouths with our tongues. He hadn't shaved since this morning and the almost full day's growth was rough and exciting against the skin of lips. Our tongues were licking each other fiercely when he turned my head to the side and stuck the full length of his tongue into my mouth. I felt that sucker fill my mouth and almost reach the back of my throat. I sucked on his tongue, trying to bring it deeper into my mouth and slowly pulled my lips back along its length. As soon as the tip of his tongue escaped my lips, I looked up at his face and saw his eyes were glazed, a mere hint of a smile gracing his mouth. We stayed looking in each other's eyes while I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His gaze shifted to watch my hands and I soon had the shirt open, exposing his broad, hairy chest. I slid my hands up from his waist along the coarse hair covering his stomach and chest, slowing sliding the shirt from his shoulders and down his arms. He took his hands off my back and dropped them to his side, long enough for me to slip his shirt to the floor. The silk shirt whispered through the air and lay in a heap on the floor at his feet. I returned my hands to his broad back, feeling the amazingly soft fur beneath my palms and flowing between my fingers. Our mouths met again in hot fury and our tongues again took turns filling the others mouth with hot flesh and delicious spit. His mouth left mine and began to attack my neck just below my earlobe. His thick tongue began swirling and stabbing at my neck, his mouth sucking, and his beard sending little tickles through my skin. I lolled my head to one side, opening up my neck to his attentions, showing him how much I wanted these incredible feelings to continue. He worked along the underside of my jaw, towards my throat, licking and sucking and rubbing with his mouth, at first slowly and then with increasing passion. He stopped and I looked at him to see why, but his gaze was somewhere below my face. Dad moved one hand from the back of my neck and rubbed it along the hard tube of flesh beneath the material of my jeans. His other hand joined the first one and he pulled open the buttons of my 501's, spreading the flaps to rub my cock through my underwear. He pulled at the bottom of my tee shirt and slid it up my torso. When my shirt reached my armpits, I lifted my arms into the air and let him pull the tee shirt over my head and throw it to the floor. His hands cupped my ass and he pulled me to his chest. I could feel every one of the hairs on his chest send little sparks into my skin and I started working on his neck as he had on mine. He opened his neck to my hungry mouth, and low, sexy moans issued from his throat. I continued to caress his back and arms with my hands, luxuriating in the feel of all that fur beneath my fingers. I was almost finished licking the expanse of his neck when he pulled back a little, bent over, and started licking one of my nipples. His tongue swirled around the flesh of my nipple while his mouth sucked on it gently. His teeth made little nips on the growing nub that sent shocks straight to my dick. Each time his teeth tweaked my flesh I could feel my dick pulse and gooey precum oozed into my shorts. He switched nipples and lavished the same affection on it, again sending thrills through my body. His mouth left my chest and he dropped to his knees in front of me. Dad bent over and undid the laces on my sneakers and removed them. He grabbed the waistband of my jeans and shorts, and slid them down my legs, freeing my oozing cock, which swung up from my crotch, pulling a thin thread of precum from the head to my waist. I lifted my legs so he could remove my pants and he tossed them into the pile with my other clothes. One of his hands grabbed my cock, the heat of his palm searing my skin. He licked the precum off my body and with a brief glance at my face, began licking around the head of me cock, making sure to get every drop of juice from the dripping head. He laid my dick on his tongue, and with a gentle pull of his hand, squeezed more clear fluid from my tube and licked it back like a delicacy. He followed by engulfing my cock with his mouth and started sucking up and down the hard shaft. The workings of his mouth and tongue were driving me crazy and I soon pulled his head off my cock and pulled him to his feet. We stood slightly apart and I reached for the button holding his chinos closed. He stood silently, watching me pull down the zipper and begin to slide his pants and shorts down his strong, hairy thighs. His dick was pointing down one of the legs of his pants and when I first saw the wide base of it sticking out of his bush, I was stunned by the thickness of it. I started to kneel as I was removing his pants, and I was more than half way down his thighs before his cock sprang free and slapped him in the stomach. He helped me by kicking off his Topsiders and lifting his legs so I could get the pants all the way off. Tossing his pants aside, I settled to my knees and looked at the monster I had freed with a stunned look on my face. My dad's dick was huge and an involuntary shiver of fear slid through me. I wrapped one hand around the base, pulling it down towards the floor, but I wasn't able to touch my fingers on the other side. I wrapped my other hand around the still uncovered portion of his shaft and the dark, purple head remained in view, looking like a plum and shiny from the precum he was leaking. I kept one hand holding the base of it and ran my tongue over the shiny surface of the head, tasting his precum. I stretched my lips over it and sucked slowly down the shaft. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get his dick into my throat like I could with Jeremy's but I was going to give it a good try. I could take about half his cock in my mouth and tried a couple of times to get more but each time my gag reflex triggered and I had to pull back. I worked on the portion I could handle and swirled my tongue around the head, hoping I was giving him as much pleasure as he had given me. Dad pulled me off his dick and helped me to my feet, looking into my eyes the whole time. "I'm pretty big," he said and flashed me a sexy smile and a wink, "but maybe with a little practice, you can swallow the whole thing. I'd be more than happy to help you work on that any time you like." He let go of me and turned towards the bed, his big cock bouncing and swinging as he did. He grabbed the bedspread and blanket underneath and pulled them down to foot of the bed, laying bare the sheets and pillows. Dad clasped my hand and pulled me over to the bed, laying me down on my back, head on the pillow, and crawled over on top of me. He lay down on top of me, covering my body head to toe with his hairy frame, the warmth and weight of his body like a heavy blanket. Dad spread my legs with his knees and settled between them, returning his lips to mine in hungry passion. I was running my hands from his shoulders to his butt, feeling the unbroken expanse of hair and the clenching of his butt muscles as he ground his crotch into mine. The movement of his body was jacking our dicks, the hair on his stomach getting slick with both of our juices. He spread my legs a little further apart and moved his mouth to my right nipple. He gripped the nub between his teeth and slowly applied more pressure. The pain was delicious and when it grew to such intensity that my back began to arch, he released the nub and continued to lick the swollen flesh. He moved to the other nipple and did the same thing, this time causing my knees to bend and my legs began to rise on their own. He slid further down my body and took my aching cock back into his mouth. He sucked the length of it into the back of his throat and squeezed those muscles around the head. I put my hands behind my head and watched the handsome face of my dad licking and sucking the flesh of my cock and thoughts of disbelief flooded my mind. I couldn't believe this was happening and how incredible he was making me feel. After what seemed like a long time, but was really only a few minutes, he lifted his head from my cock, opened his eyes and looked at me. "If you'll let me, I want to fuck you," he said quietly, "I need to fuck you," his face looked pleadingly at mine. After a few moments of silence, he said again, "I need you, son. I need to fuck you. Can I," he paused, "Please?" I stroked the hair on his head with both hands and ran my fingers along his stubbly face, finally placing my thumb in his mouth, which sucked at it greedily. "I've never been fucked, dad. But I need to feel you, feel your dick deep inside me." He got up on his knees and placed his hands under my legs, pushing them back towards my head. "Put your arms around your legs and hold them back for me," he said. I did as he asked and he slipped his hands under my ass, lifting it up to his face and using his thumbs to spread my cheeks. I watched as his tongue thrust between his lips and moved into the channel of my ass. The stubble of his beard was tickling the tender skin along my crack but when his tongue touched my asshole, I forgot completely about that feeling. Electric shock ran through my body as he washed my hole and the surrounding area with his big, wet tongue. I could feel him building up more saliva and when he thought he had enough, he spread it around my quivering hole. Jeremy and I had never done anything like this and my head was swimming. Soon, he stiffened up his tongue and began to probe the opening like a stubby finger. The heat of his mouth and slickness of his spit relaxed my hole and his tongue was starting to slip through. He switched his hands so his fingers were between my ass cheeks and he spread them wider so he could get his mouth closer. His lips closed over my hole and his stiff tongue was plunging in and out of my hole like an anteater looking for food. My upper torso was thrashing around on the bed and, taking this as a sign of my ecstasy; he worked his tongue harder into my hole, wringing gasps of delight from my throat. He lowered my ass down to the bed and leaned over to the nightstand closest to the wall. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small, brown bottle with no label and a black top, which he set on the nightstand. Next came a tall bottle with a rounded top and he laid it on the bed next to his leg, followed by a white hand towel. Closing the drawer and sitting back on his legs, he pulled up the top of the tall bottle. He poured a large dollop of the clear liquid onto the underside of the fingers of his right hand. He dropped the bottle on the bed and, lifting my ass slightly, ran the fingers of his right hand along the crack of my ass. The cold liquid caused me to shiver and he said, "Don't worry, it'll get warm quickly. I promise." He massaged the slippery liquid around the outside of my hole and placed his index finger in the center. "I need to loosen you up so I can fuck you without doing any damage," he informed me and slowly inserted his fat finger into my hole. There was a slight discomfort as he breached my opening but it was gone in an instant. His finger continued to slide into my chute and when it was in to the knuckles of his hand, he began to slide it more quickly in and out. I could feel the ring of my ass gripping his finger as he moved it in and out. He was using a twisting motion at the same time, widening the circle and opening up my anal ring. He stopped for a second and placed another finger against my hole and slid them into my body. He continued this attention until he had all four fingers in my ass and the twisting rhythm of his hand, coupled with the in and out movement, was stretching my hole wider than I had ever thought possible. Satisfied that he had stretched my hole enough to fit his monster cock, he removed his fingers and left me wishing he hadn't stopped. He poured some more lubricant on his fingers and applied it to my ass, reaching inside and spreading it around the lips of my ass. He poured another glob onto his hand and spread it over the length of his dick, smearing it around the base to coat the hairs clinging around it. He poured one last glob into his hand and rubbed it onto the massive head of his cock, making sure to leave a thick layer covering its surface. Inching towards me on his knees, he leveraged my butt on his thighs and placed the head of his cock at my asshole. He inched a little closer; making sure the head of his cock was securely lodged on the outside of my hole. He used the towel to wipe off his hands and reached over to the nightstand and picked up the brown bottle. He twisted off the cap and laid it on the nightstand, covering the top of the bottle with his thumb. "These are poppers," he told me, "and they'll help loosen you up more. I want you to inhale some of this and when you start to rush, I'll slide the head of my dick inside you. Once I've done that, we'll wait until you get used to the stretch and then you'll do another hit so I can feed you the rest of my cock." He placed the mouth of the bottle under one nostril and closed off the other with his thumb. "Take a slow, deep breath, breathe it out and change nostrils. Hold the last breath for as long as you can," he instructed. I slowly pulled the cool, metallic, fumes from the bottle into my lungs, filling them completely and then slowly breathing out. Dad switched nostrils and I took another deep breath. As I was holding this one, my heart started to beat faster and incredible warmth filled my body, radiating from the core of my body to the outer edges. I could feel every nerve in my body and was aware of the feeling that my asshole was expanding. I closed my eyes with the feeling and as I was swimming in the sensation, I felt a pressure on my asshole, followed by a quick flash of pain. I gasped at the pain and the pressure on my hole stopped but I could still feel that it was stretched more than ever before. As the rush subsided, I opened my eyes and looked at Dad. He was looking at me with concern on this face and I said, "I'm all right. It feels like a log is stuck up my ass, but it doesn't hurt anymore. That stuff you had me inhale is amazing." "Do you want to keep going," he asked. "We can stop if you want to." "Oh no," I answered. "This is exactly what I want." "I can tell," he told me. "Your asshole is squeezing my cock like it doesn't want to let go. But I have to warn you that this might make me your daddy instead of just your dad." I didn't understand the meaning of what he had said, but I squeezed my asshole around his cock to tell him I wanted more. He put the bottle under my nose again and I inhaled more deeply than the last time. As I was exhaling the rush was already starting and filled my lungs again. Dad took a long draw on the bottle with one nostril and screwed the top back on, dropping it to the bed. As I was peaking on the drug, I felt the pressure again, this time a long, slow slide of his huge cock into my ass. When I came out of the rush, Dad's legs and balls were resting against my ass and I felt this amazing fullness down there. While pressed against me, he started a circular motion with his dick, widening my hole and churning the big tube around my guts. He lifted my legs and laid them on his hairy shoulders, holding them under the knees. I felt him pulling his dick slowly from my ass, out to the head and then slowly back in. He continued like this, slowly fucking me in and out, eyes closed, savoring the feelings my ass was giving his cock. When he opened his eyes after a few minutes of this slow fuck, he saw me smiling back at him, giving him the unspoken approval to fuck me as he wanted to. On his dick's next retreat from my ass, the head slide out while my asshole stayed open to it. Before it could close, he sank the entire length back into me, rubbing against something deep inside that sent flashes of pleasure through my body. "This is called long-dicking, and it's one of my favorite things," he told me. "I hope you like it, too." I didn't have to say a word, as the look of ecstasy must have told him everything he needed to know. Each time his cock left my asshole, I was left hoping like hell he was going to slide it back in, and each time he did I got lost in the incredible sensations his big dick was creating. Dad continued to long-dick me for a while and then sank the full length of his rod into my ass and held it there. He lifted me up a little more and pushed my legs further down so my ass was sticking up in the air. When he started to fuck me again, he increased the speed of his stroke. Each time he plunged into me, his balls would slap my ass and some part of his cock would hit that button deep inside. He worked up to a constant rhythm, pounding my ass a little harder every few minutes. His strokes were driving me crazy with lust and I could feel the cum in my balls start the upward climb towards release. He must have sensed I was close because he stopped, grinding his crotch against my asshole as if he were trying to get more of his body inside my hot channel. He picked up the poppers, took the top off and offered it to me. I took the bottle from him and took a deep hit through each nostril, handing it back to him. This time he took a long, slow breath with each nostril and put the top back on. He lifted my legs again and started fucking me, slowly at first, then speeding up as his rush took him over. He was pounding my hole, stabbing into me from different angles, and pushing me closer to the edge. Sweat was pouring from his face, and a look of animal lust changed him into the sexiest man I had ever seen. My nuts were boiling and even though I wasn't jacking my dick, I knew I was about to cum. The big dick fucking me was pushing the cum from my balls and the earthquake of my orgasm started. "Daddy, I'm cumming," I screamed, unable to hold it any longer. My first shot of cum flew over my shoulder and hit somewhere behind me. The next few spurts coated the hair on dad's chest and dripped onto mine. My asshole was squeezing the big dick filling my guts and the added pressure must have been the trigger for dad. He threw his head back, cried out, and slammed his cock one last time into my pulsing ass. I could feel his dick expand and the huge spurts of his cum were hitting the walls of my chute like soft bullets. Spasms shuddered through his body and as his shooting cock subsided, he started a slow fuck again. He was using my tightening ass to milk the remaining cum from his cock and even though I could feel it softening, that cock was still sending waves of pleasure throughout me. As his heavy breathing subsided, he pulled his cock out of my hungry ass. I suddenly felt very empty and my eyes filled with tears briefly. He lowered my legs, letting them lie flat on the bed, and covered my body with his again, lips touching mine and tongues swirling gently together. I caressed his back and butt, blowing cool air onto his forehead between kisses and moaning softly in his ear. My cum was smeared all over both of our chests and the smell filled my nose like a funky perfume. Soon, dad rolled onto his side next to me and used his free hand to position me with my back against his chest, and his arms hugging me close. He kissed the back of my neck until his breath slowed to a soft, easy rhythm and I let myself fall asleep, cradled in his big, hairy arms.

I see every man as a Predator and when he wants to fuck me , I never refuse him because I am a Prey, and I have been hunted.

The third post is here. * * * I was cruising back from Saturday baseball practice in my new Mustang convertible, my eighteenth birthday present from my dad. As I turned the corner to my house, I saw a police cruiser sitting in my driveway and felt this wave of fear sweep over me, not understanding the meaning of its presence. I pulled into the driveway next to the cruiser, put the car in park, and ran into the front door. I called out to my dad, worried that something had happened to him, relieved to hear him call out from his office on the first floor, "Jake, I'm in here. Come join us." I ran into the office and saw my father standing next to this giant of a man in a cop's uniform, complete with gun and handcuffs. "Dad," I gasped, "is anything wrong?" "No, son, I'd like you to meet my friend, Isaac," he said calmly, pointing to the big man next to him. "Pleased to meet you, Jake," said the cop, extending his hand in greeting, "I've heard a lot about you from your dad." Isaac smiled and his face beamed with a knowing look. "I was just doing a favor for your dad," Isaac said, shaking my hand with a grip that felt like it was going to cripple my hand, "and wanted to drop something off for him before I headed home." As I stood there shaking his hand and watching him give me the once over, I returned the favor by running my eyes from his handsome face down to his huge boots. Isaac had to be almost seven feet tall and must have weighed in at around 300 pounds. His beefy forearms were covered in tight, curly black hair, and his biceps stretched the sleeves of his uniform, looking as though they would burst through at any minute. The uniform pants were equally tight across his thighs and the seat hugged his ass like a glove. Returning my gaze to his face, I noticed a pair of beautiful, green eyes on either side of a broad, flat nose. His head was round and shaved, and his chin was just above the top of my head. His smile was filled with big, white teeth, made even more noticeable by the darkness of his skin. His handshake seemed to go on a little longer than normal, and he finally clasped his other hand over mine before ending the grasp. "He's everything you described," Isaac said, turning his head to look at my dad, "you sure are one lucky man." Dad beamed at the compliment and motioned for me to come over and stand by him. "But I really need to run to the store on the way home and pick up something for dinner," Isaac added. "Tom will be tired when he gets home from the hospital, and I'd better have something on the table or he'll be impossible to deal with." Isaac started walking towards the hallway and dad said, "I'll walk you out." As they left the office, I noticed dad putting his hand on Isaac's ass and I followed them to the front door. Before opening the door, dad leaned over and gave Isaac a quick kiss on the lips and as he turned the knob, said, "I'll tell you how everything goes. I really appreciate you doing this for me." "No problem," said Isaac, "what are friends for?" Shortly after the door was closed, I heard the cruiser start up and back out of the driveway. "When I saw the cop car, I thought something awful had happened," I said. "I think my heart's still pounding a little from the thought." "Are you sure your heart isn't pounding for another reason?" dad asked, smiling wickedly. "Well, now that you mention it, he is very hot. But I wouldn't have thought about that if I hadn't seen you grab his ass." I laughed. "Isaac was bringing me a little something for you," he explained. "I figured it wouldn't hurt to cover our bases in case anyone asks any questions." Now I was really intrigued and asked him what he meant. "Isaac had a friend at the DMV make up a fake ID for you," dad said, "You might need it tonight because you're supposed to be 21 years old at the place I'm taking you." "And where might that be?" I asked curiously. "Why, to the baths, of course," he replied. "Now come upstairs and help me get ready so we can go." I followed dad up to his room and into his bathroom. He took off his work clothes, throwing them in the hamper and pulled the cordless trimmer out of the drawer. "Why don't you get undressed, too, and we'll shower together after you help me with my little chore?" he asked. I pulled off my sweaty practice clothes and followed him into the shower. Flicking on the trimmer, he handed it to me and asked, "Would you mind doing the honors for me? I did an extra pump at the gym today and I don't think I can reach as many spots as I usually do." I took the trimmer from him and ran my empty hand over the broad expanse of his back, brushing up the hair that covered it so the trimmer could get as much as possible. I ran the trimmer over his back and worked down over his hard ass cheeks, spreading each one to get a closer cut along the crack. After working over his legs, I turned him around and stood up again, my dick getting hard from the feeling of his dense fur under my fingers. I clipped his chest and arms, working carefully to make sure every hair was the same length. I dropped back to my knees to trim the front of his legs before starting on his cock bush. As I ran the clippers around his crotch, his dick started to bounce and lengthen a little. Still running the trimmer around his bush and balls, I put the head of his cock in my mouth and started a little tongue work around the plum-sized knob. Dad sighed with pleasure and I felt the meaty tube fatten and really start to grow, pushing towards my throat. I clicked off the clippers, set them down outside the shower, and pushed my mouth down to his hairy crotch. I began working on his cock with long, slow strokes, feeling it reach its full ten-inch length and stretching my lips with its width. My actions on his dick was getting dad really hot and he put his hands on either side of my head and began to fuck my mouth. The big head was pushing into my throat with each thrust and I struggled to keep from gagging. It didn't take long before dad was really pounding into my mouth and I was working my tongue and throat to give him the maximum sensations. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, and suddenly he shoved the whole length into my throat and I could feel the pulsing of the big vein on the bottom of his cock as it sent wads of hot cum down my throat. I pulled back a little to get some of his cum on my tongue so I could taste him, and after getting some of the salty fluid, I began running my tongue rapidly over his ever more sensitive cock head. As dad's breathing calmed and his dick began to soften, I grabbed the base of his cock and slowly squeezed the length of it, coaxing the last drops of cum out of it and onto my tongue. I stood back up and leaned against the opposite wall of the shower, wrapping my right hand around my own cock and started jacking it furiously. Dad reached between my legs and searched out my asshole with his middle finger. As the fat finger entered my ass, I could feel my balls slapping against the underside of his massive forearm. He grabbed my balls with his left hand and gently squeezed them while I continued jacking my cock. The combination of the ball work and the finger fucking my ass was more than enough to push me right over the edge. I shot my load all over his hairy chest and felt my ass gripping his finger with each pulse of cum, not wanting the feelings to end. My legs were weak and, after pulling his finger from my ass, he pulled me to him in a bear hug, then kissed me deeply and held me for a few moments. When he thought I could stand by myself, he used one hand to turn on the shower and blocked the water until it got warm enough. We slowly washed each other's bodies, got dried off, and slipped on some jeans and t-shirts. Dad packed a few things from his nightstand into a small, leather bag, and we went downstairs to fix something to eat. After a quick dinner, dad drove out of the suburbs and headed for the city, ending up in an industrial area lined with two and three-story buildings. He parked the car across the street from a white, windowless two-story building with a solitary sign above the door that said "Club". Inside the door was a counter with a young man behind it, handing a key and towel to a guy on our side of it. When he saw dad, he exclaimed, "Ben, it's been quite a while since you've been here. It was a nice surprise to hear your voice earlier. I've reserved the double room for you, just like you asked." "Randy," dad said, "I'd like you to meet my boy, Jake." Randy extended his hand to shake mine and as we did, he leaned over the counter and kissed me. "Happy to meet you," he said, then asked. "First time here." "Yes," I answered, a little nervously. "Don't worry," he replied, "your dad knows his way around. I'm sure he'll show you a good time. I just need to see some ID. Silly rule if you ask me, but it's required in case the cops ever check the records. And speaking of cops, I think there's a couple already here. But I don't think they're looking to bust us, if you get my drift." Dad laughed and told me to show Randy my ID. I pulled the new driver's license from my hip pocket, handed it to Randy, and watched as he check it and then looked back at me. "I wouldn't think he's all that old," Randy said, a little laugh in his voice, "but that's what it says. I'll get you fixed up right now." As dad pulled some bills from his wallet and laid them on the counter, Randy placed a couple of towels and keys in front of dad, and swept the money into the cash register. "You're all set," he said, "I think your dad can give you the tour." Randy reached under the counter and the buzz of an electric door release sounded behind me. Dad picked up the keys and towels and said, "Thanks, Randy, you're a sweetheart. C'mon, Jake, I'll start the tour and we'll see who's here tonight." As we went through the door, a couple more men were coming in to the front door and Randy turned his attention to them. "Have fun, Jake," Randy called out as the door was closing behind us. Dad put his arm around my shoulder as we walked through a short corridor on the other side of the door. When we got to the end of the hall, there was door on the right and an open space ahead, filled with couches, chairs and a TV set. Through the door was a series of lockers and I could hear showers going in the background. The open area had a few men standing or sitting around with nothing but their towels wrapped around their waists. The realization of what was going on in here struck me and I think my mouth dropped open in disbelief. Dad was watching my face and smiled at my reaction. "I thought you might react like that, almost everyone does the first time," he said. We walked past a snack bar with more guys talking or drinking, and then down a short hallway lined with doors, each one with a number on it. Some of the doors were open and as we walked by I glanced into a few of them. Men were laying naked on single, raised mattresses, some face up and others face down, the lights inside the rooms dimmed to produce a eerie effect. Music was coming out of speakers overhead, some electronic composition with a smooth, sexy beat behind it. We walked up a staircase at the end of the hall and came out into another corridor with more doors on either side. We walked around a few more halls until we got to a room that, from my take on the layout, was right by the convergence of most of the halls on this floor. Dad unlocked the door with one of the keys Randy had given us and then shut the door behind us. This room was larger than the others I had seen, with a double-sized mattress on a raised platform, a small table next to the bed, and a small, industrial-type wall light above the table. There was a dimmer switch under the light and dad turned up the brightness a little so we could see better. The walls of the rooms were ten feet high, but the room was completely open above them and I could see the ceiling of the building a few feet above them. Along with the sensual music coming from all around, I could hear the sound of other men having sex. "Get undressed and hang your clothes on one of the hooks. You can put your sneakers under the bed," dad instructed. "And while you're doing that, I'll unpack." Dad set the leather bag on the bed, opened it and started to pull the items out of it. I recognized the poppers, rubbers, and lube, but he had to explain the next few items, as we had never used them when we had sex. Dad had brought some tit clamps, a couple of dildos, and a couple of cockrings, along with some white hand towels. He put everything into the drawer of the table, slid the bag under the mattress and started to undress. I was already naked, except for the towel wrapped around my waist in the fashion I had seen on other guys during our walk to the room, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting. When he was undressed, he wrapped his towel around his waist, adjusting it so barely covered his dick, balls, and ass. The whiteness of the towel against his completely hairy body was a total turn-on, and I felt my dick jump a little with a nasty thought. He slipped the elastic band holding one of the keys as far up his meaty forearm as possible and slid the key under the band so it wouldn't rattle when he moved. I followed his example with the key and then he said it was time to finish the tour. We left the room, locking the door behind us, and walked through more hallways, his arm over my shoulder and my arm around his waist. There were men everywhere, walking slowly like we were, some just standing against the wall. Most guys were wearing their towels, but some had them thrown over their shoulders, around their necks, or carrying them in one hand. There were men of all ages, shapes, and for those not wearing their towels, sizes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and my mind was racing with the possibilities of all these men wandering around, looking for someone to have sex with. Dad showed me where the dark rooms were, unlit spaces with bunk beds along the side and mattresses around the floors. We walked into an orgy room and the center mattress was occupied by a buff guy getting fucked, another guy's cock in his mouth, and his hands jacking a couple of other guys at the same time. We watched the action for a few minutes and I felt my dick starting to harden, which was not an unusual reaction as I took in the other men standing around watching as well. While we were watching, a few guys stopped in front of dad and touched his dick through his towel, but he gently moved theirs hands away and they walked on. We left the orgy room and walked around some more, stopping in different doorways to see what the men inside looked like. There were some really hot guys laying on their backs in a few of the rooms, some stroking their cocks, and others just watching their brief visitors. We passed by one room where a man was laying on his stomach on the mattress and another man was standing over him, running his hand over his ass and stroking his own cock through his towel. We watched this scene for a few minutes as the standing man started to spread the other's ass cheeks and play this his hole. The man on the bed lifted his ass in acknowledgement and the other buy reached over to shut the door. We walked a little further and came to a glass door that was steamed over. When dad opened the door, steam came rolling out and we stepped into the thick fog inside. We were in a white-tiled maze of short corridors, some with niches on the side and men standing alone or in pairs inside them. We came around a corner into an open space with tiled benches and a tiled platform in the center. There were men all around this area, some sitting and others standing, watching the men on the platform or the others around them. Guys in different sex acts covered the platform and surrounding benches. Several guys had men on their knees in front of them, sucking their cocks or eating their asses. One man was bent over the tiled bench with another man fucking him slowly from behind. The heat and steam was causing sweat to bead up all over my body and the hair on dad's body was glistening with the moisture from the steam. I was trying hard not to throw a major woody but the sights around me were so astonishing and sexy that I was losing the battle. As I looked around the steam room, I saw a good-looking man leaning against the wall that caught my attention. He had short red hair, styled like a military haircut, and a beard the color of copper, almost hiding his full lips. He was about five foot, six inches tall, and very well built, his full chest and flat stomach covered with coppery hair. He had a deep tan and the hair on his arms was sun bleached to a beautiful reddish-blond. To confirm my suspicions about the haircut, there was a USMC tattoo on his left bicep. When he turned to look around himself, I saw that his back was smooth but there was a tuft of long, curly hair at the base of his spine, indicating that under the towel was a really, hairy ass. I whispered to dad to take a look and after a few seconds, he whispered back, "You've got good taste, boy. Do you want to have him join us in our room?" I was startled by the suggestion, but instantly realized that's exactly what I wanted, so I nodded, and dad steered me over in the man's direction. When we stopped in front of the hot man, his eyes cruised up and down dad's body and then over to me, and a smiled lit up his face. Dad leaned over and in a husky whisper said, "My boy and I think you're really hot and would like it very much if you'd join us in our room." After a moments hesitation where I could almost hear him thinking about it, "Sure," he answered, "Lead the way." We left the steam room with the hunk following us, and after the short walk to our room, closed and locked the door behind us. "My name's Ben and this is my boy, Jake," dad told the man. "My name's David, but all my friends call me Red," the man answered. "Then Red it is," said dad, and leaned over, pulling Red's head to his and starting kissing him. I watched as the two hairy men in front of me kissed passionately, tongues going back and forth between mouths, and low moans starting to come from deep in Red's throat. Dad broke their kiss and used his hand to turn Red's head in my direction. I leaned in to kiss him and had my tongue sucked into the hot warmth of his mouth. Wow, I thought, this guy can really kiss, and I returned his attention, pulling his tongue into my mouth and running mine all around his mouth. As Red and I were kissing, dad dropped his towel and undid ours in turn. He reached down and took both our dicks into each hand, slowly stroking them as he watched us kissing. We stood together in the room; Red kissing each of us and taking turns stroking one another's dicks. Dad and I spent a few minutes kissing each other, putting on a performance for our new friend, and feeling him play with our cocks. Dad pushed Red into a sitting position on the edge of the mattress and said, "Suck his cock, boy." The tone in dad's voice left no question in my mind and I got on my knees in front of Red and took his dick in my hand. Red's dick was about the same length and width as mine, a milky white with lots of veins and purple mushroom head. I placed my mouth over the wide head and started running my tongue around it. Red moaned in agreement with my actions and I plunged down the whole length, sucking the head back into my throat. As I was working on Red's dick, dad leaned over and continued to kiss him and started working on his nipples with his fingers. I could feel the little jerks of Red's body as dad pinched his nipples and his moans joined the others coming from over the walls. Dad stopped working on Red's nipples and presented his big dick for him to suck. Without being told, Red started sucking dad's dick, matching my rhythm as we both filled our mouths with hot cock. Soon, dad pulled his dick from Red's mouth and pulled me up to my feet with a gentle hand under my chin. "Boy, get on your knees on the mattress, with your back against the wall," dad growled. "I want Red to get on the bed, on his hands and knees, and suck your dick." We both did as we were told and as Red sucked the entire length of my cock into his mouth, dad got behind him and started rubbing his ass. I watched as dad spread Red's hairy ass cheeks, bent over, and started licking his hole. Red squirmed in front of me, and renewed the hungry way he was sucking my dick. I watched my dad rimming Red's hole and remembered how good it had felt when he ate my ass, and could see why I had enjoyed it so. Every now and then, dad would roll his long tongue and stab it into Red's ass like a little cock, then open his tongue flat again and lick around the outside of the quivering hole. Dad started to alternate one big finger with his oral manipulations and Red was humping his ass up to meet the finger as it entered his hot chute. Dad reached into the drawer and pulled out the poppers, and after unscrewing the top, handed it to me. I took a deep draw through one nostril and moved the bottle to Red's nose. He stopped sucking my dick long enough to take a deep breath and handed the bottle back to me. I gave it to Dad, who took a hit and set the bottle down. As my rush drew all my attention to my dick, I could see and feel Red's reaction to the poppers as he tried to suck my dick and balls into his throat. Dad was plunging two fingers into Red's ass, twisting them as he pushed them in and pulled them out, his face a mask of lust and concentration. I could almost see the images in dad's mind as worked on Red's ass and it fueled my lust. Dad slapped Red's ass hard and said, "Get on your back with your head over the end of the bed." Red stopped sucking my dick and rolled over onto his back, shifting around to get into position. "My boy's going to fuck you first to get you ready for my big cock, and then I'm going to fuck you until you cum," dad growled. I moved around on the mattress between Red's legs and dad moved down to the foot of the bed, placing his balls over Red's mouth. Red began licking and sucking dad's big balls as I reached into the drawer for the lube. "Don't forget the rubber, boy," dad said, and I grabbed a Trojan and put it on the mattress next to me. Dad grabbed Red's feet and pulled his legs back towards him, opening up the hairy furrow under me. I poured some lube in my hand and greased up my dick, then rubbing the remainder on Red's hairy crack. I opened the condom package and rolled the sheath over my dick. I poured a little more lube on two fingers and inserted them into Red's ass, smearing the slippery liquid around his hungry hole. "Get the poppers," I heard dad say, and handed the bottle to him. I spread some more lube over my condom-covered dick and pressed the head to the quivering asshole below me. Dad let Red have a hit of poppers and took one himself. When I saw the redness flush his skin, I sank the entire length of my cock into Red's ass, feeling his hairy ass scratch through my pubes. As my dick entered his guts, Red let out a loud moan, muffled only by the presence of my dad's balls in his mouth. I'd never fucked anyone before, and the heat and moisture of his ass was an amazing sensation. I knew now why dad liked to fuck me, and I fantasized about the some of the times in the last few weeks when his balls would be slapping my ass as his big dick filled my chute. I started a slow, fucking movement in Red's ass, savoring the grip of his ass walls and feeling the rush of pleasure from my cock head as it slipped in and out of the hot tunnel. Dad pulled his balls from the red bear's mouth, letting his head fall back over the edge of the bed, and pleading with dad to fuck his face. Dad pushed his dick into Red's mouth and started his own fucking motions in bear's other hole. The sight of dad's huge dick disappearing into Red's mouth spurred me on and I increased the speed of my fucking into the hot ass. I looked at the expanse of fur below and in front of me, from Red's crotch up to my father's face, the color changing from red to black and back again. The vision of these male animals grunting and moaning in heat began to pull the cum from my balls. I started slamming into Red's ass, trying to get every inch of my cock as deep into the hot chute as possible. The first wave of my orgasm swept through me like a storm and as I continued pounding the ass below me, my cum spurted into the rubber and all the tension of the fucking was draining from my body. I collapsed onto the hot bear underneath me and started to lick and suck on his neck, feeling my dad's dick stretch it as he continued to slide it deep into Red's throat. Dad pulled his cock from Red's mouth, the length covered with spit and glistening in the dim light. "It's my turn, boy," growled dad, and I sat back on the bed, my dick softening as I removed the rubber and laid it on the table. I pickup one of the Magnum packets from the table, opened it, and handed it to my dad. He quickly slipped the oversized rubber over his dick, rolling it down the length. Dad spun Red around and pushed his legs back with one hand and held his monster cock with the other. In a quick, smooth movement, dad sunk the entire length of his fat dick into the ass I had just fucked, causing Red to moan loudly, and his head snapping upward to watch the action at his ass. "Fuck my ass, you hairy bastard," Red spit at my dad, "fuck me good with that big dick." Dad didn't need any more encouragement, his face twisted with lust, as he started his long, hard strokes into the hot ass under him. His big, hairy balls were slapping Red's ass with each stroke and Red continued to urge him on, grunts forced from him as his guts were filled with long, fat cock. Red's belly has covered with pre cum, the long hairs matted down, and fat, shiny drops pulsing from his cock head with every thrust. I was watching the lust of these two magnificent bears build and heat the air around me. My asshole quivered with desire as I saw my dad's cock sliding in and out of Red's ass, knowing the feeling of pleasure that big dick could give you. Red reached up with both hands and grabbed dad's tits in his strong fingers. From the sound of dad's groans, I knew it wasn't going to be long before he was shooting wads of cum deep inside the red bear's hungry ass. The speed of dad's fucking and grunting increased until finally, he shoved the length of his cock deep into Red's ass, and held it there, pushing harder with each spurt of cum I knew was filling the rubber. As dad's dick was pulsing into his ass, Red grabbed his own cock and with a few short strokes, bear cream shot over his chest and stomach, accompanied by loud grunts of ecstasy. The two bears stayed almost motionless, panting as if in exhaustion, dad's cock planted deeply in the other's ass. "Come here, boy," whispered dad as he lowered Red's legs on both sides of him and leaned over to kiss him. I joined the hairy men on the mattress and the three of us traded kisses and stroked each other while the tension drained from their bodies. I tweaked Red's nipples lightly, and each shock sent shivers through him and dad, as Red's ass squeezed his dick with each spasm. Dad slowly pulled his dick from Red's ass and Red whimpered as the cock that had filled him so fully was sliding from his chute. I knew exactly how he felt as I never wanted to lose the feeling dad's dick gave me when we'd been fucking. Dad got one of the hand towels from the table and wiped Red's chest and stomach clean of cum, and then wiped his own dick clean after removing the condom. We continued to kiss, stroke, and make small talk for several minutes, until dad finally said, "I think a good, hot shower is in order, don't you men?" I felt incredibly proud that dad had included me when he used the word, men, and both Red and I agreed it was a good idea. We got up off the mattress, wrapped our towels around our waists, and opened the door to leave. There was a small group of guys across the halls, leaning against the wall. I had forgotten the rooms were open on top, and they must have been listening to sounds of intense fucking that was coming from our room. I smiled as I saw them look back and forth at the two, hot bears I had just fucked with, and then at me. Red, dad, and I went to the showers on the lower floor and spent about half an hour, soaping each other down, rinsing off, kissing, and stroking under the hot streams of water. After we had toweled off, the three went to the snack bar for an energy boost, and dad wrote our phone number on a scratch pad, giving it to Red. "If you want to get together again, give us a call. We'd love to see you again, right boy?" "Right," I answered, "you're a great fuck." "And I'm sure you are, too," replied Red, rubbing my ass and winking at me in a knowing way. The thought of having my ass filled with his hot, bear dick gave mine a little jerk. "You'll have to ask my dad," I said and when he looked in dad's direction, dad answered with only a big smile. "Enough said," replied Red, and the three of us said our good-byes. After Red had gone into the locker room, dad looked at me and asked, "Would you like to wander around and see what more mischief we can get into, or go back to the room and take a little nap?" "Gee, dad," I said, "how about we do both?" He just smiled, wrapped his arm around my shoulder and steered me toward the labyrinth of hallways.

The second post is here. * * * I had awakened a couple of times during the night, conscious of the fact that dad and I never did make it to dinner to celebrate my birthday. The fierce pounding he had given my ass, coupled with the intense orgasm he had wrung from my body, was birthday present enough for me. Once I opened my eyes to find dad rolled away from me on the king size bed, so I moved over and put my arms around his hairy chest and curled up along his back, snuggling into his dark fur. What woke me this time was the feeling of a fat finger probing my asshole, twisting a little to get past the ring of muscle into the hot cavity beyond. I lay on my side, not daring to move, feeling his finger twist a little inside me and scooping some of his cum from last night out of my ass. He spread the cum around my hole, lubricating it and making it easier for him to dig in and get a little more. I had a pretty good idea of what dad was planning and it didn't take too long before he proved me right. I soon felt the broad head of his cock against my hole, and a slight pressure as he lodged it there. Dad reached an arm around me, placing his hand firmly on my crotch, just above my stiffening dick. With pressure from his hand and from behind, he sank the entire length of his long, thick cock through my already stretched ass ring and into my well-fucked chute. There was a quick flash of pain that went away immediately, and I was wide-awake as I felt him filling me with hot dick. Still lying on our sides, dad started fucking me slowly. The alternating fullness and emptiness of my ass chute was working the same magic on my body as the night before. I twisted my head up to watch that huge cock as it worked its way in and out of my ass. Dad bent over and placed his lips on mine; pressing his tongue into my mouth and then sucking mine back into his. We kissed as long as the awkward position would allow and then he pulled his head back. He shoved the whole length of his dick into my ass and rolled the both of us over until he was lying on top of my back, my face pressed into the pillow. He pushed his body up to the full extension of his arms above me and spread my legs with his. This made his dick sink even deeper into my ass and I felt the head lodge itself further up inside me. I lifted my ass and tried to get more dick inside me, but his pubes were already rubbing my sensitive hole and there was nothing more to take. Dad started fucking me with long, slow strokes and I could see his face, eyes closed and a smile of bliss crossed his lips. As his fucking got more intense, I pushed my ass up to meet his downward stroke, and clenched my hole as his monster cock pulled out. He must have enjoyed my participation because moans of pleasure escaped him, and I was jacking my dick against the sheets. After a couple of minutes, his breath started to hiss from between his teeth and suddenly he plunged one last time into my chute, a cry of agony filling the bedroom. His dick continued a series of short, stabbing movements, as though he was trying to get both his cock and his balls inside my hot ass. Soon, his body relaxed against mine and I felt his softening rod slowly pulled from the depths of my bowels. Dad sat back on his legs and lifted me up, turning me around and laying me back against the headboard. My dick had leaked a flood of juice onto the sheets and it felt sticky and slick under my butt. He took my cock into his hot mouth and began to suck like it was the last one he'd ever see. The swirling of his tongue on my sensitive cock head and the warmth of his mouth was pulling the cum up from my balls. It didn't take long before I was arching my back and feeling the first waves of orgasm hit me. My dick started shooting ropes of cum into the back of his throat and dad was swallowing it in loud gulps. As the final spasms subsided from my dick, he let it slide from his lips and looked into my face, an expression of supreme satisfaction lighting his eyes. He covered my lips with his and as our tongues met, I could taste traces of my cum which still coated his tongue. We kissed for a little while, as I ran my hands over his hairy shoulders and tweaked his nipples occasionally. When our mouths parted, he sat back and crossed his legs in front of himself, hands at his side to steady his body. "Nothing I like better first thing in the morning," he said, "than a hot ass to fuck and a mouth full of tangy cum. Best way I know to start your day." I could only smile back at him at this point, my whole body drained, wondering if I was going to be able to move at all later. Dad's face suddenly got the question mark look as he was looking at me, and he asked, "Jake, tell me how you figured out you were gay. I want to hear what happened and what you've been doing about it since then." I pulled up my legs and crossed them in front of myself. We sat on the bed, holding hands and looking at each other's face as I told him about my experiences to date. My best friend is named Jeremy, and we became buddies during my first year at this school. Jeremy lives a couple of blocks away from dad and I, and we like to spend time together kicking around after school and weekends. Jeremy is the same height and weight as I, but he's blond with green eyes and has a wicked sense of humor. We've gotten into a lot of trouble over the years for laughing and telling jokes at the wrong time, but there isn't anything we wouldn't do for each other. Jeremy is a natural athlete and gets a lot of the kudos for his performance on the football and baseball teams. The two of us are always cutting up in the locker room after gym class or practice, snapping towels at each other and the other guys, or pulling gags on some of the younger guys. It was after the disastrous football playoff game that our friendship took an entirely different turn. It was down to the last two top-rated schools for the championship and we lost to Garfield by a measly two points. Nobody on the team was in any mood to celebrate, but Bobby Trent's parents were out of town and he was having one of his famous keggers at his house. By the time we got there after showering, some of the kids were already smashed and acting really goofy. Jeremy and I got a couple of glasses of beer and wandered around the party, commiserating with our teammates and trying to answer the question of what happened during the game. Neither of us had a steady girlfriend, although we had been dating a couple of the cheering squad for a few months, we didn't have any dates for this party. Jeremy and I had polished off a couple more beers when Bobby Trent laid a joint on us. "Pretty good stuff, " Bobby said, "my brother brought it back from college in Berkeley and it's guaranteed to do the trick." We went out back of the house to the cabana by the pool and found a spare bedroom unoccupied. We sat down side-by-side on the bed, lit the joint and each took a big toke, holding the sweet smoke in our lungs until our faces started to turn red. I felt that first rush build up behind my eyes, thinking they'd turned beet red already, and took the joint from Jeremy for another hit. We smoked about half the joint and put the roach in an ashtray on the nightstand. We both sat there looking at the wall opposite where we were sitting, feeling the marijuana numb our brains, hands, and feet. "Jesus," exhaled Jeremy, "that shit is strong." All I could do nod in agreement, being at a complete loss for words. I felt this wave of a rush flood through my body and, putting my hands behind my head, slumped slowly backward onto the bed. Jeremy followed suit and the two of us lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening to the noise from the party, which now seemed to be coming through a tunnel. After laying there for what seemed like hours but was really only about fifteen minutes, Jeremy propped himself up on an elbow and lay there looking at me. From the corner of my eye, I could see him watching me as a little smile crept onto his face. Jeremy moved his free hand to the side of my face and turned it to look in his direction. At the same time, he leaned over and placed his lips against mine, pressing hard and pushing his tongue between his lips, and into my mouth. After a brief hesitation, my reflexes slowed by the pot and shock, I pulled away and propped myself up on an elbow. "What was that," I asked a little angrily, my mouth dry with cottonmouth. "I've wanted to do that for years," Jeremy said, his green eyes sparkling a little despite the glaze from the pot. "I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time, but never had the nerve before," he confessed. He lay there looking into my eyes, his hand still touching the side of my face, a finger drawing a line along the curve of my jaw. "You are so handsome and sexy, and I just couldn't stop myself from trying to see if you might feel the same about me," he sighed in a low, breathy voice. Jeremy's face began to inch toward mine again, his lips parted in anticipation, his eyes questioning mine. I don't really know why, but I moved my head in his direction and met his lips with mine. Jeremy began to kiss me urgently, his tongue pressing into my mouth and flicking across the curve of my lips. The warmth of his tongue began to fill my mouth and I returned his advance with my own tongue, searching the hot wetness of his mouth. We took turns sucking each other's tongue into our mouths, feeling the warmth spread down our bodies and settle into our crotches. My dick started to swell and push against my under shorts. I put my hand behind his ass and pulled his body against mine, feeling the hardness of his dick against mine. "This shouldn't feel so good," I thought, but I didn't want to stop as Jeremy began to moan into my mouth and move his tongue more urgently in and out of it. After a couple of minutes of hot, wet kissing, Jeremy rolled on top of me and pinned my arms back against the bed, continuing his probing of my mouth with his burning tongue. He lifted himself up and let go of my arms long enough to pull my tee shirt out of my pants and up over my head. He tossed the shirt on the floor and returned his mouth to mine with a renewed energy. Soon, he was licking my neck under the side of my chin, pressing his tongue into my flesh and sucking lightly on my neck. His hands began to caress my arms and move slowly to my armpits, while his dick ground against mine. Jeremy continued his licking and sucking until his mouth located my left nipple. He ran his tongue wetly around the tender flesh of my tit and nipped the fleshy nub lightly with his teeth. Shocks of pleasure shot through my body and each little bite on my nipple caused my cock to pulse in agreement. The first moan escaped my throat as he moved to the other nipple and began giving it the same treatment. His hand slid down between our bodies and stopped on top of my dick, beginning a slow, up and down rubbing on the outside of my jeans. My lengthening dick was pushing my cock head through the waistband of my shorts, the first drop of precum widening the slit as it sought escape from my engorged tube. Jeremy continued the assault on each nipple, alternating his attention from one to the other, the nibbling getting a little harder each time. Soon, his teeth started to chew a little harder on each nub, causing my back to arch upward and pressing my cock into his crotch in ever increasing waves of pleasure. Jeremy stopped chewing on my nipples long enough to cross the room to lock the bedroom door and remove his own shirt. When he returned to the bed, he laid back down on me, gave me a wicked little smile and a wink, before starting his assault on my mouth and tits again. My hands left my sides and began stroking his back, pulling him tightly against me. As we kissed, I ran my hands through his hair and held his head, trying to pull his tongue to the back of my throat with my mouth. His moans and mine were gathering in intensity as he continued working on my tits, and then he slowly pulled himself off me again, that wicked smile getting wider on his beautiful face. He looked down at my crotch and moved his hands to the top button of my jeans. In one swift motion, he pulled open the fly of my 501's, exposing my underwear with my thick dick poking its head out the waistband. A pool of precum had formed on my stomach and as he started to pull my jeans and shorts down my thighs, a glistening thread appeared between my cock head and the puddle on my stomach. Jeremy pushed my jeans and shorts down to my boots and kneeled on the floor in front of me. He looked at me with that beautiful smile and I took each of his nipples between my fingers and thumbs and gave them a gentle squeeze. His head lolled back as I applied more pressure to his nubs and his eyes closed while his mouth opened in pure pleasure. After a few seconds, his lust filled gaze returned to mine and then he bent his head down to my raging hard-on. His tongue flicked out of his mouth and lapped at the growing jewel of precum at the slit of my cock. He licked the drop of precum like a kid might lick an ice cream cone, and he followed the glistening thread of it to my stomach, where he licked the puddle, leaving a wide, wet smear along the line of hair from my navel to my crotch. Jeremy moved his head back from my stomach and encircled the head of my cock with his hot, moist mouth. The breath froze in my chest as an incredible heat from his mouth surrounded my dick and his tongue began to swirl around the sensitive head. His mouth began a gentle suction and I could feel the precum that filled my tube being pulled onto his hot tongue. The feeling coming from my dick, along with the buzz from the beer and pot, was filling my head and I could sense a heat building in my balls that I'd never felt before. Jeremy used one of his hands to hold the base of my cock, as his mouth and tongue swirled lower and lower on my pulsing rod. Soon, he used his hand to cup my balls and pull them gently lower, causing my dick to bend towards the floor. The angle of my dick allowed him to suck more of it into his mouth and I felt the head of my dick enter the back of his throat. Soon his lips were all the way down to my pubes and the head of my dick was being massaged by the walls of his throat. He began to pull his head back, sucking my dick and swirling his tongue until he reached the bulb of my cock head, and then starting back down again. He continued to move his mouth up and down my cock, getting into a rhythm that sent waves of ecstasy through my flesh. His one hand continued to massage my balls while his other hand gripped a nipple and worked on the tender nub. He timed it so the pressure on my nipple coincided with the pressure on my cock head as it entered his throat, and I started to feel the fluids in my nuts move against the squeezing of his hand towards the outside of my body. My breath started coming in ragged gasps and I knew I was going to cum soon. Jeremy must have known I was close because my balls were pulling up and he began making encouraging moans, which only added to the sensations coming from my cock. As much as I wanted this feeling to go on forever, I was powerless to stop the need to cum. My cock head expanded and the first spasm started at the base of my brain and ended with the spurt of cum shooting through my dick into the hot mouth at the other end. With each spurt of cum, my cock head became more and more sensitive, but Jeremy didn't stop the sucking and swirling of his tongue as my nuts emptied themselves into his mouth. He was swallowing as quickly as possible, but some of my cum escaped from the corners of his mouth and ran down my shaft. My dick was so sensitive now that I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled his head off my cock. Jeremy didn't want to stop and kept trying to engulf my dick again and lick all the cum from the shaft. I was gasping and panting, and thought the top of my head was going to blow out through the roof of the bedroom, but he slowed the attack on my cock and started gently licking my balls and the underside of my dick, milking some dribbles of cum onto his tongue and licking his lips in appreciation. I was almost bent in half, watching him lavish attention on my cock and balls when he suddenly pushed me back onto the bed. He quickly pulled his jeans and shorts off and threw them onto the floor. He crawled over me, placing one knee on either side of my waist and sat down on my softening dick. Jeremy grabbed his long, thick cock with his right hand and began to pump it up and down, steadying himself with a hand on my chest. I reached up and grabbed both his nipples in my fingers and squeezed in time with his pumping. His cock was leaking so much precum that the whole length was shiny and slick and made his jacking hand blur with the motion. A few seconds later, his body tensed, a long gasp escaped his throat, and ropes of thick cum flew from the slit in his cock head. One of the strands hit me on the chin and I wiped it into my mouth to taste it. It was salty and sweet at the same time and I knew I would want to taste, and feel, his whole load sometime. The rest of his cum flew all over my chest, matting the hair in clumps and leaving little hot spots that began cooling quickly. Jeremy's hand stopped moving and little shivers coursed through his body. He bent over slowly; eyes still closed and moved his mouth to mine, giving me warm, little kisses, and moving gently over my face, his butterfly lips briefly touching mine. After a few minutes of lying exhausted on the bed, Jeremy got up and went into the adjoining bathroom. I heard the water running in the sink and he came back with a warm, damp washcloth. He sponged the cum on my chest with the cloth and used it to wipe both dicks. He returned to the bathroom to rinse out the washcloth and when he came back, he picked up his clothes and started to get dressed. I threw my clothes on and before we unlocked the bedroom door, we stood hugging and kissing each other for a few more minutes. Jeremy thought it best to leave the party at this point and we were both silent during the ride back to my house. As we sat in front of my house, my head was filled with all kinds of thoughts and emotions. I finally broke the silence by saying, "Jeremy, what happened tonight was just a result of the booze and pot, right?" Even as I said it, I knew that wasn't the reason, but he answered, "Yeah, that's right. Just the booze and pot, and your sexy smile." He was smiling at me and if we hadn't been sitting in my driveway, I would have kissed him again. "I'll see you at school on Monday," I said, and got out of the car, heading for my front door. But that wasn't the last time. Once we'd crossed that line, Jeremy and I found lots of excuses to spend more time exploring each other's bodies and sucking each other's dicks. I told dad about the time we stayed late at school, playing basketball and then sucking each other off in the shower afterwards. Hardly a week had gone by since that first night that we didn't play around two or three times a week, each time trying new tricks to increase the pleasure we were giving each other. When I finished telling my dad about Jeremy and me, the effect it had on him was very evident. His huge dick was hard as a rock and pointing up out of his lap, oozing juice that ran down the thick vein along the back. I reached over and smeared the precum over the head of his cock, watching his eyes close with the feeling. I leaned over and took the purple head in my mouth and started sucking my way down the shaft. I cupped his balls in my hand and kneaded the organs inside his hairy sack. This time, I was able to get more of his dick into my throat, each time forcing a little more of it beyond my gag point. As my lips got closer to the base and I felt more of it swelling my throat, I was able to fight my gag reflex and started to really get a rhythm going, fucking my own mouth on my dad's cock. Dad shifted around so he was lying on the bed and pulled my dick over to his face. I lay on my side facing his dick and resumed sucking it. As he was licking and sucking my dick, I attacked his monster with a vengeance. With my mouth and throat at this angle, his cock was easier to swallow and before I knew, my nose was pressed into his ball sack. We continued like this for a few minutes, the room filled with the sounds of slurping and sucking, until he pulled off my dick and eased my head away from his crotch. Dad rolled onto his back and reached over to the nightstand for the poppers. "Squat over me and sit down on my dick," he said. I positioned the head of his cock at my asshole and got it lodged there, waiting to enter my hot tunnel. He handed me the poppers and I took two deep breaths and handed it back to him. As the rush roared through my body, I sat down hard on his cock and ground my asshole against his pubes. While the buzz still had control over me, I rose up to the top of his dick and rode it back down, over and over. The feeling of this man's cock filling me completely was all I needed. "Fuck my ass, Daddy, fuck it good," I moaned. My lust took over and I began to fuck myself harder by bouncing up and down on that thick dick, feeling it stretch my hole and punch deep inside. Dad put his hands under my ass to help with my efforts, his thick biceps bulging with strain. I continued to fuck myself on his dick and then he stopped me, forcing his cock deep into my ass. He rolled the two of over until I was on my back, his cock still seated deeply. He pulled my legs onto his hairy shoulders, resuming the fucking I needed so badly, his balls slapping against my butt and his huge cock stirring my guts. Every thrust of his powerful dick was punching that button inside my chute and I knew it wasn't going to be long before I was shooting another load. I grabbed my dick and started jacking it in time to dad's thrusts, the liquid in my balls churning for the surface. Dad was still fucking me like a man possessed when my orgasm hit me. Cum flew everywhere from my jacking dick and a strangled cry tore from my throat, one I could barely hear above the slapping of his body and mine. As my dick stopped shooting cum, dad quit fucking me and pulled his dick out of my ass. He dropped my legs and grabbed his cock, jacking it furiously. With a beastly growl, he threw back his head and cum started flying from his cock head. Thick strands of cum shot across my chest and dribbled down his hand. Huge shudders tore through his body and his hand kept jacking, milking every drop of cum from his balls. Seconds later, he collapsed on top of me, smearing the cum on both of us, his chest barely able to contain his pounding heart. After lying together for several minutes, dad propped himself up on an elbow and said, "Son, I'd like to show you many different aspects of gay life, if you'll let me." "Oh dad, that would be great," I replied. He looked at me with a dirty leer and smiled. "And there's lots of gorgeous men out there who would love a chance to play with you," he continued. "I've already been planning a few things that I think you'll really enjoy." Dad suddenly got that look you get when you've forgotten something and jumped out of bed, running over to his dresser. He grabbed something off the top and threw it over to me. My hand flew up and caught it in midair. It was a set of keys and as I looked at them, not knowing what to say, he said, "In all the excitement of the last 18 hours, I forgot to give you your birthday present. It's down in the garage and I hope you like it." "I'm sure I will," I said, grinning from ear to ear.

This is my favorite position to fuck deep. Arms around my bottom thrusting in and out kissing neck and back. Love it! Nice sweaty m2m.

Perfect--that's why true bottoms like true tops like this. The focus should all be on HIS dick fucking and breeding.

Part 9 I stood with my ass shoved against the glory hole, while the second unseen cock slid all the way up my fagdump. I was in heaven. This one was really fat and stretched my ass open really wide, just like when Daddy bred me every morning. I could feel the 19 loads inside me getting churned up and could smell the jizz in the small booth. It smelled like heaven. This guy was taking his time using me. He would speed up and then slow down leaving his fat cock shoved all the way inside me, throbbing. Finally, after a few minutes, he pulled out and whispered “I’m coming over there, faggot, open the door.” Then he slid his cock out of me and I could hear him pull up his pants. A second later he was inside the booth with me. He was a young guy, tall, with curly blonde hair, wearing a Navy uniform. He locked the door and dropped his pants again, looked at me and got a nasty grin on his face. “Damn you’re a hot little faggot aren’t you? You want my cock, boy? Of course you do. Dirty little whore.” Then he grabbed me behind the head and kissed me hard on the mouth. I was completely swept away in the moment, gasping, pushing back on his mouth with my tongue, and moaning. Moaning because my cunt was empty and needed to be filled with his fat Navy boy cock again. I came up for air and looked up at him, pleadingly and said “please shove it back inside my cunt. I have to have your cock again.” He grinned and said “fuck yeah, of course, pig. I can breed you at least twice.” I smiled big and turned around and impaled myself on his huge, fat cock, moaning as I did. “Damn your cunt is sloppy, pig. How many loads are in your pussy?” He was pounding me steadily now and I was loving every inch of it. “Nineteen,” I said. “Damn, you really are a fucking nasty whore. My buddies would love gang fucking you. They always love a good gang breeding.” I laughed while he was deep dicking me and said “always happy to be of service to our men in uniform.” “Here comes my first load, faggot. You ready? You want to get knocked up by a sailor?” I just moaned “YESSSSSSSS” and reached around to pull his cock all the way inside me. He continued to pound my ass and within a minute I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, shooting load number 20. He stopped and I could feel his cock shooting the last spurt of cum into my cunt. He leaned down and kissed me again, while his cock slid out of my slimy, cum drenched ass. I pulled away from him and leaned down to clean off his cock which was covered with the his cum mixed with a bunch of strangers’ loads. I was in heaven. “Hey, piggy. Look. Another cock for you. You need another cock? Of course you do, you’re a faggot who lives for cock aren’t you?” All I could do was moan in answer. I looked and one of the glory holes had a cock at it. Another stranger who wanted to be inside me. Another faceless man with a cock I needed to worship with my cum filled, sloppy cunt. The sailor reached over and stroked the uncut cock and guided my ass over to impale itself on the fat mushroom head poking out of a thick foreskin. The guy on the other side of the wall moaned and started to speak Spanish and the sailor kissed me and said “good fucking piggy. You want another load?” He laughed and said “what a stupid question. Of course the faggot wants another load.” I nodded and said “fuck yes, that’s what my cunt is for. It needs cock and cum all the time.” He laughed and said “you’re high as fuck, piggy.” I just smiled and moaned while the cock I was impaled on slipped in and out of my cunt. There was mumbling from the other side of the partition and we both heard him say “puta.” The sailor smiled at me again and whispered “do you know what ‘puta’ means, faggot?” I nodded no. “It means ‘whore.’ He knows you’re a whore because you stick your cunt up against glory holes and let strangers use your pussy for their pleasure.” The sailor said “fucking PUTA,” and spit on my face and then licked the spit off my cheek and nose and kissed me hard. I just moaned again and squeezed the cock inside me with my ass muscles. The man on the other side moaned as well, and started to rabbit fuck my ass. Quickly, I was rewarded with load number 21. As soon as the man pulled his cock out of my well raped cunt, the sailor took off his shirt and showed me his tight, hairy body. His cock was hard again and he wanted to fuck me a second time, when I heard a knock on the door. “Hey son, let me in.” I unlatched the door and let Daddy inside the tiny booth. There was barely enough room for us to all be in there and Daddy was surprised to see I had made a friend. “And who have we here, son?” “I don’t know his name, Daddy. But he’s already given me a load in my pussy and he says he has another one for me!” “I’m Adam, sir. Are you really his Dad?,” he said, turning to me “Dude that is so fucking hot. I’ve always wanted to fuck around with my Dad. He’s such a fucking hairy stud.” “Yeah, he’s really my Dad, and I love taking his cock. He’s teaching me how to be a real cock whore.” “Well, you’re doing a great job, sir. Your son, what the fuck is your name dude?” “Justin.” “Well, Justin is a helluva good fuck. Maybe we can all go somewhere where there’s more room and I can give him that second load in his cunt.” “I’m Mike, Adam. But you can call me Daddy too, if you want.” Daddy smiled at the cute sailor, who blushed. “And I think that’s a great idea. Chuck from the front desk wants to play too, and he just finished his shift. Let’s go in the larger room and have some fun.” Daddy left the room and Adam and I put our clothes back on. Well, I just sat down on the butt plug and pulled up my shorts. I smelled like sweat, sex and cum. In other words, I smelled amazing. Chuck was holding the door of the larger video room open for us, and we followed him inside.

... forever

Here we go, boys. More . ====================== Part 7 Dean sped up pounding Daddy’s ass, while talking a stream of filth. “You fucking whore faggot, you think you’re a top. You can’t wait for my cock to rape your hairy fucking cumdump. Begging for loads like a nasty little $2 whore. Like your son. Never seen such a nasty little faggot begging for loads. Now I know who taught him to be such a pig.” And on and on. All the while, pounding Daddy’s ass full of his long, fat, cut cock. Daddy was reduced to moaning gibberish, and trying to keep his cock inside Chris’ sloppy hole. Chris was desperate to keep Daddy’s cock inside him, so his greedy cunt would stay filled. So they held onto each other while Dean raped my Daddy. I was so turned on watching it happen, while my own cunt was filled with an enormous fat dick. Dean kept up the filth coming out of his mouth, calling Daddy a faggot whore and a dirty cumdump, while he pounded Daddy’s hole incredibly hard. Finally, with a shudder and a loud moan, I could see his nuts contracting and could tell that Dean was pumping Daddy full of a huge load of sticky sperm. Just like the one he had dumped into me. Daddy moaned, begging Dean to breed him. “Fuck Dean, I can’t ever say no to your load. Breed my fucking whore dump. Rape me full of your sperm. Turn me into your fucking bitch.” Dean just laughed and said “I already did, Mike. Boy turns into Daddy and rapes Daddy into submission.” Daddy laughed, turned and pulled Dean in to kiss him hard. Chris just moaned and said “Daddy Mike, will you breed me now, please?” I looked over and he was doing his best begging puppy dog imitation. Daddy laughed and started to pound Chris again, while a dribble of Dean’s jizz rolled out of Daddy’s cunt. Dean licked it up and fed it back to Daddy. Jack, the black dude who was raping me started to speed up and said “Fuck that was hot. Nasty fucking cumdump family. Fucking little faggot, you ready for another load of sperm? Tell me what you want!” “Fuck yeah, rape me full of that cum. Give me that fucking sperm load. I can’t get enough jizz inside me. I’m just a fucking whore for cum. Breed me motherfucker!” He pounded his cock a final time all the way inside my cumdump and I could feel his dick throbbing inside me. Using me to get off like I was a Fleshlight. Using me as a fuck hole. Using me to dump his load into. Knocking me up. Not a person, just a hole for cock and cum.. Just like Daddy raised me to be. Jack pulled his cock out of my gaping dumpster and immediately shoved a fat plug in so I wouldn’t lose any of the cum. I moaned like a whore and he rolled off me. Daddy sped up and I could see he was finally giving Chris the load of jizz that he’d been begging for. Daddy turned to me and said “you all plugged up, son? Good. Don’t wanna lose any of that jizz. Let’s get dressed and go. I still have a surprise for you.” We said our goodbyes to the other guys, got dressed and headed out. I couldn’t wait to find out what Daddy had in store for me. I was high as fuck and my cunt was still incredibly hungry for cock and cum.

PART 6 Dean had shoved a huge shard of T in Daddy’s big round furry ass. “You fucker. Holy shit! Damn, you could’ve warned me! I wouldn’t turn down a nice booty bump from a hot pig like you!” Dean got a nasty grin on his face and said “I know, Mike, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I love surprises. Don’t you?” Daddy laughed and said. “You dirty little fucker. Wait until I get my cock out of this whore and into your sloppy cumdump.” Dean laughed while Daddy continued to lay on Chris’ chest and let the booty bump fully dissolve in his ass. Chris stuck his tongue in Daddy’s mouth and they were making out like crazy while Dean kept shoving his fingers in and out of Daddy’s hole. Daddy continued to moan loudly, while he pushed himself back on Dean’s fingers. Finally Daddy lifted himself up, moaning, while Dean kept his fingers in Daddy’s ass. Finally, the hairy stranger who was fucking me started to speed up and leaned down and grabbed my face, spitting in it to get my attention and said “I’m gonna come, faggot, where do you want my load?” He grinned, knowing the answer I would give. There was only one right answer. “Please shoot it in my cumdump. It’s the only place I want loads. I need cum in my rape hole. Fucking knock me up, man…make my cunt pregnant.” The man got a grimace on his face and pounded me hard. “Take my fucking load you dirty little cumwhore!” He kept pounding his fat cock in and out of my cunt faster and faster, and then held still. I could feel his nuts pulsing and shooting another load of stranger sperm deep inside me. The man who just bred me leaned down to kiss me and when he did, he spit in my face again, smiled and said “you fucking dirty little faggot. Your cunt needs more doesn’t it?” I nodded and moaned, then he pulled his fat uncut cock out of my cunt and shoved it into my mouth so I could clean off the cum from various men that he’d been using to lube up his dick. Meanwhile, another complete stranger walked up and prepared to use me for my primary purpose. Being fucked by hard cocks, and bred full of sperm by men I didn’t know and would never see again. While I was getting loaded up, Daddy had started to fuck Chris hard again, making him beg for Daddy’s amazing cock. He was even calling my Daddy “Daddy,” which turned me on so much. I really wanted to have another brother who was as much of a whore as me. While the next man (this time a smooth black guy with a giant dick) began using me, Dean walked up behind Daddy, who was bent over Chris pounding him alternately hard and soft. On one of the slower pounds, Dean touched his ass. He immediately stopped and said “can’t resist my ass, can you Dean? OK. Breed the old man. It’s been a while since I’ve had your rape stick inside me. Go ahead, mother fucker. Do your best.” Dean laughed and looked over at me, grinning. His cock was fat and steel hard. He walked up to Daddy and quickly rammed his entire cock into Daddy’s big hairy ass, causing him to moan and lean over Chris’ chest again. Chris cried out “Holy fuck, Daddy! Your cock just got fatter inside my cunt. That feels so fucking good. Every time Dean rams your hole, I can feel your cock throbbing all the way inside my cumdump! FUCK YEAH!” Chris trailed off into gibberish, and Eric leaned over and gave him another hit of T from the pipe while Jose was sucking another stranger who I hadn’t noticed before. The man who was fucking me looked at me in disbelief at what was happening around him. He turned to me and said “is that hot older guy really your Dad?” I smiled and said “He sure is. He raised me to be just as much of a whore as he is.” Daddy moaned while Dean continued to pound his cunt, all the while telling Daddy what a dirty cumdump he was. “Well fuck, man, your hole sure feels sloppy and amazing. I’m gonna add some more cum to it. You like my cock, fagboy?” I grabbed onto his big ass and pulled his huge cock as far inside me as I could and moaned. “Fuck yeah, man, I need as many loads as you can give me.” He laughed and said “here comes the first one, I can usually give a whore three or four. You ready faggot?” “FUCK YES! Give me your load! I need it breeding me!” Daddy turned and moaned while he laughed and said “That’s my dirty little pig. Beg for the man’s load like I taught you.” Dean laughed and began to shove his cock into Daddy’s cunt with each word he repeated his hard strokes. “You do the SAME, MIKE. BEG. FOR. MY. LOAD.” Daddy moaned and said “Please give me your fucking load Dean! I need to get my cunt knocked up. Breed me like the whore I am.” Dean laughed and said “as if I was going to give you a choice."

I am a total top. Have not met a hole i didn't enjoy and i fuck like i hated the bottom. They always beg for seconds. And thirds.... lol

Accidentally cut off a section of this. As we walked into the living room, I could see that he was talking to three other guys, all in their early 20s. All of them were sitting watching porn, stroking their hard cocks. One was short and stocky, a hot bear with a beard, the other two were more twink-ish medium height and lean builds. As soon as I reached the sofa where they were sitting, I shucked my tank top and shorts and turned around, pushed the butt plug out with a plop and loads started to ooze out of my well fucked hole.
 
 “Fuck boys,” Dean said, this pig is loaded up already. One of the loads is from his DAD! “How many other loads you have in there, fag?”
 
 “Two,” I said. “Both from randos who fucked me in the bathroom at the mall."
 
 “That’s so fucking hot, piggy,” the bearish guy said, “I”m Eddie,” he said, and then took a huge hit off the glass pipe he was holding in his hand. He held it in his lungs for a long time and then leaned over to kiss me and passed the hit to me. “That's a shotgun. You’re gonna love them.”
 
 “Come on guys, let’s get this faggot FUCKED UP.” They each walked up to me with a glass pipe and made me do a huge hit and then shotgun it back and forth with them. By the time I had met the other guys, Jose and Chris, my head was spinning and my cunt was feeling even more greedy, if that was possible. I had to have their cocks. My cunt was on FIRE.

Part 3 - Getting to the hotel As he is walked up to the car rental counter, he checked the guy out and laughed to himself, thinking 'Poor fitting, cheap white dress shirt? Check. Ugly $5 tie? check. Can’t see his pants, but probably cheap polyester dress pants? Maybe. Over enthusiastic smile? Check. Cute, naive and probably straight 18-21 year old? Check'. The guy was thin and shorter than Mark, about 5 foot 8 inches, longish hair that was bleached with streaks of red, green and blue. His ears had large plugs and his nose had a septum ring. Definitely not the type Mark usually went after. Mark got to the counter and took his wallet and got his license and credit card out. Before he could say anything, the guy cheerfully greeted him with “Good evening sir. Welcome to A1 Car Rental. My name is Aaron and how can I help you tonight?” Mark smiled, leaned on the counter with both arms and told Aaron that he had a reservation, gave him his name and handed over his license and credit card. While they were going over all the info Mark caught Aaron checking him out and then staring at his hand on the counter. It was then Mark realized that he still had his pride bracelet on and it was showing below the cuff of his jacket. 'Better remember to remove it later since this place isn't as gay friendly as home,' he thought. It seemed like there were hundreds of questions and Mark just wanted to get to the hotel. Once finished Aaron handed Mark the keys and said “We are all out of compact cars that you reserved, so I gave you a free upgrade to a premium car.” “Oh, thanks Aaron. I appreciate it. Uh, is there a restroom I can use before I get on the road?” “Yes, down the hall to the right is the men’s room,” Aaron replied. “Thanks, I’ll be right back” Mark said, leaving his suitcase next to the counter and went into the bathroom. Mark was standing at the urinal pissing when Aaron walked in and locked the door. Mark looked over and could see Aaron, who nervously asked "Uh, is there.. uh.. anything I can… help you with?” Mark chuckled to himself, remembering the days when he first started hitting on guys. Shaking the last of the piss off his cock Mark turned around and answered "Yeah, there is. But first.. how old are you?” "Nineteen, sir," Aaron replied. “Cool. You want to suck my cock Aaron?” With that, Aaron turned bright red and looked down at his feet. “Come on, Aaron. Nothing to be ashamed of. If you’re gay or bi, then you’re going to have to get used to sucking cock.” Aaron moved closer to Mark and looked up at him. Mark put his hand on Aaron’s shoulder and pushed him down. Aaron got on his knees and looked up again at Mark. “Take it in your mouth and suck it Aaron. I doubt that this is your first time giving a blowjob," Mark softly commented. With that Aaron lifted Mark’s flaccid cock and gasped when he saw the piercing. Mark laughed “Never seen a pierced cock before Aaron?” Aaron sheepishly replied “No sir." “Well, lets get rid of the sir bullshit since I’m not that old and I’m not your Dom. Now try it. See how it feels.” “Okay” Aaron replied before he wrapped his lips around Mark’s soft cock. The sight of the young guy starting to suck his cock got Mark excited pretty quickly. Mark’s cock stiffened and Aaron eagerly started to suck his cock. 'Pretty damn good for a noob,' thought Mark as Aaron’s tongue licked, probed and explored Mark’s cock. Aaron started to take the cock deeper into his mouth and Mark started to slowly fuck his face. Occasionally Aaron’s teeth would scrape along Mark’s cock and Mark would bark "Watch your teeth.” He got in a good rhythm and was softly moaning when Mark looked down at Aaron with an evil grin. 'Should I?' Mark mused. Mark’s hands moved to the sides of Aaron’s head and he started to fuck Aaron’s mouth harder. Slowing the pace down Mark asked Aaron “You want to get fucked Aaron?” Aaron’s eyes got very wide and Mark could sense the boy was conflicted. Soon Mark heard what he was hoping for, a muffled “Mmmhmm.” Mark pulled his hard cock from Aaron’s mouth and helped him stand. “Move over to the sink” he said and Aaron went over quickly and unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor. “Mmmm, very eager” thought Mark. Mark got on his knees and pulled the boy’s tightey whitey’s down and ran his tongue between Aaron’s ass cheeks. Smelling as he went, Mark was surprised - damn clean with just a good man scent from the sweat of working all day. Spreading Aaron’s cheeks his tongue dove in licking around the boy’s hole before probing in. Aaron gasped as he felt the tongue around his hole. Mark forced some spit into Aaron’s pussy and got up. Mark fished a packet of lube out of his backpack and rubbed some on his rock hard cock and Aaron’s hole. Pressing in, he told Aaron to relax and breathe. Soon, he felt the PA and then the head of his cock pop inside Aaron’s tight hole. Giving Aaron a moment to get used to his thick cock, Mark then started to rock back and forth getting his cock deeper each time. He could tell Aaron was hiding the pain he was in, Mark added a bit more lube and continued to fuck his cock in deeper. When he was almost all the way in, Mark thrust in the last inch and held his throbbing cock deep inside Aaron. A few moments later, Mark started to piston his cock into Aaron’s hole, his poz precum coating the walls of the young man’s chute. As it got slicker Mark could sense that Aaron was enjoying the fuck, he was moaning and softly saying “Oh fuck, yeah” over and over. All of a sudden Aaron jolted up and said “You’re using a condom, right?” Mark, continued his thrusts brushing his thumb over Aaron’s nipple. “No Aaron, I don’t use condoms. Don’t worry, every thing will be fine,” as he picked-up the pace using long, firm strokes and pinching both of Aaron’s nipples through his shirt. Each pinch got exactly the response that Mark was hoping for - Aaron would clench his ass around Mark’s cock. “But we should” muttered Aaron between moans. Mark whispered in his ear “Doesn’t this feel better than with a condom?” After several minutes of Aaron’s ass working his cock, Mark couldn’t take any more and gave several frenzied thrusts before he shoved in all the way and unleashed his poisonous seed inside Aaron’s tight young pussy. Mark thrust in hard a few last times and pulled his cock out. He noticed a few red streaks on his cock and a bit of shit on his PA. He grabbed a paper towel and cleaned off his cock, not wanting Aaron to see the blood. Aaron was just standing there breathing heavy with sweat dripping off his face. Mark wiped the the sweat off with a clean paper towel and kissed Aaron’s neck. “Thanks, Aaron. You really know how to make a customer happy, hehe.” “Thanks, Mark. That was amazing. I have never taken a bare cock before. It does feel much better. I can even feel your cum drip down my leg!” “Well, I hope you keep doing it. You will enjoy sex a lot more. But… I need to leave so I can get to my hotel. This really got me in the perfect mood for the drive,” Mark replied. Aaron and Mark pulled up their pants and quickly washed their faces before going back out into the main office. “Let me show you your car, sir” Aaron stated, back in ‘overly helpful employee’ mode. Mark and Aaron walked out to the parking lot and found the car freshly cleaned and much nicer than the cheap econobox that Mark had reserved. With his backpack and suitcase in the trunk and his phone connected to the car’s audio system, Aaron wished Mark a safe ride and added “I’ll be working when you return the car. Please ask for me.” Mark smiled and assured him he would before pulling out for the hour long ride to the university and hotel. The drive to the hotel was boring. Mark had driven it dozens of times when he went to school here, so he cranked up the tunes and cruised down the highway. Thoughts ran through his head about the day’s unexpected events - How was Eric doing? How toxic was the load he took? How much he enjoyed breeding Aaron. Will the load he left in Aaron poz him up? Will the car rental place be as empty when I return the car so I can nail Aaron again? Before he knew it, the exit came up and Mark turned off and drove down the city streets to the hotel. He surprised himself at how he remembered how to navigate around town and he hadn’t been there in more than two years. Pulling into the hotel parking lot he found a spot and went in to check in. Walking up to the front desk, it was empty. After tapping the bell, a young college aged guy came out of the back office and greeted him with the standard scripted corporate greeting “Hi I’m Dennis. Welcome to the Rest Inn Lodge. How can I help you?” "Hi, Dennis, I have a reservation.” Mark looked Dennis over as he typed all the info into the computer. Dennis was a tall ginger. About the same height as Mark, but thinner. He had a trimmed dense beard and judging by the hair on his arms that he could see below the shirt cuffs was probably a bit furry. His left ear had several piercings on the bottom and an industrial bar through the top. Several tattoos were showing through the thin white dress shirt he wore. The more Mark looked the more he liked what he saw. After getting all of the info he needed, Dennis asked "Would you prefer a king size bed or would two queens be okay?” Mark looked at Dennis with a look that suggested 'Are you kidding?' and replied "Two queens don’t do anything for me. Not my type. I’ll take the king,” with a chuckle. Dennis’s jaw dropped when he recognized the double entendre, and laughed with the reply "Sorry, it's been a long day. Here’s the key for room 152. It's around back so it's a bit more private and quiet. Anyhow, since this is an 'away game' weed, the hotel is pretty empty, so no one should disturb you. If there’s anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable, let me know.” Mark took the key and winked at Dennis and wandered back out to the car and drove around the building. There were only a few cars back near his room so he found the one in front of his room and parked. Mark dragged his suitcase and backpack in and dropped both down on the bench in the room. He looked around and saw this was much nicer than the standard room he had reserved. The bathroom was large with a walk in shower big enough for three or four, the king size bed had plenty of room around it and the couch and table gave another place to fuck. On the wall was a large flat screen TV. This would be ideal for a little group fun if he can find the time. Mark went into the bathroom and pulled out the wad of TP in his ass, noticing just a bit of blood on it. He cleaned his ass up with soap, water and a washcloth. He looked himself over in the mirror and smiled. His ass still ached a bit but it was a good reminder of the fuck earlier. He turned and went back into the main room naked and started to unpack. Mark had most of his clothes put away in the dresser and picked up his phone and looked at the time. 11:35 PM. Damn, he thought. Too late to go over and see his brother Joey. Mark sent him a text message telling he was at the hotel and would see him the next day after classes. He got a reply back almost right away. Joey said “c u 3:30.” Mark shook his head. Joey never texted more than the bare minimum. Mark fished out his hookup phone from his backpack and turned it on. He always carried a second phone that he could use for hooking up. If there was anyone harassing him, he would just pick up a new SIM card and have a new number so any hookups wouldn’t be able to track him down if they got pissed about any unexpected gifts they got from him. Only trusted people got his real number. He plugged both phones and the tablet in to recharge and heard a knock on the door. Surprised, he grabbed a pair of underwear and threw them on as he went to the door. Looking through the peephole he saw Dennis standing there with something in his hands. He opened the door about 6 inches and said “Yeah?” Dennis stumbled for some words and finally blurted out “I… uh… brought you some………….uh extra towels and soap. I thought you might need them.” Mark opened the door the rest of the way and said “Uh, thanks” with a confused look on his face and motioned for Dennis to come in. Dennis entered the room and set the stack of towels down on the couch. He turned to Mark and looked a bit embarrassed. “I saw your bracelet and we keep this room available for, uh, family. It's a great room to get a group of people together for… fun.” Dennis said, followed by “I hope I didn’t offend you.” Mark could tell that Dennis was checking out his almost naked body - his eyes were looking him up and down and he even licked his lips. Mark burst out laughing. “Hell no, I was just thinking that this would make a great orgy room!” Hearing Mark’s comment, Dennis let out a sigh of relief. Mark said “Thanks for the setup, hopefully I can put it to good use sometime this weekend. I don’t want to keep you from the front desk but if I do have a get together here, I’ll be sure to let you know.” Dennis gave a big smile “Thanks, I bet it would be fun. And… I’m done with work, I just wanted to drop this stuff off before I went home." Mark was always a sucker for a good smile and pushed the door closed. “If you want to hang around a bit before you go home, maybe we can dirty one of those towels.” “I can’t stay long, my boyfriend is waiting for me.” “Oh?” Mark replied, the sound of disappointment in his voice was obvious. “Oh, its nothing like that. We’re very open. He’s probably laying in bed right now with a load or two in his ass,” Dennis replied. That was all that Mark needed to know. He walked over to Dennis and untied his tie, pulling it from the collar of his shirt and tossed it on the bed. As fast as he could, he unbuttoned Dennis’s shirt. He had to see his body and see just how sexy Dennis was. Dennis was feverishly kicking off his shoes, socks and pants and in a matter of seconds was standing there in only his jockstrap. Mark backed up a few feet and took Dennis’s body in. All of his guesses were right - ginger fur covered Dennis’s pecs and there was a trail down to his cock. Dennis was not heavily muscled but wasn’t a twig either. His body was well defined and had just enough muscle mass to balance his body. What really turned Mark on was the ink covering his body. Most of Dennis’s torso and arms were covered in ink. Not the random 'I get a tattoo every time I get really drunk' that many guys get, but a well planned canvas. Lots of black ink with pops of color. The two looked over each others ink admiring the similarities and differences. As Mark’s cock throbbed he thought that this was going to be an even better fuck than he expected. Mark finally stopped looking and pushed Dennis to the bed. Dennis lay back on the bed as Mark dug into his suitcase and pulled out the baggie of lube and poppers, then pushed the suitcase next to the bed. Mark dropped his shorts and walked towards the bed. Dennis looked at Mark’s cock with the big PA and let out a gasp exclaiming “Oh my fucking god, yeah. I want that.” Both of their cocks stiffened in anticipation. Mark climbed on to the bed and moved over on top of Dennis. He grabbed the tie on the bed and wrapped it around Dennis’s wrists and then tied the other end to the bed’s headboard spindles. “You’re fuckin’ mine now” Mark growled punching both of Dennis’s pecs. Pushing Dennis’s ass into the air he slapped both cheeks and buried his face into the crack. Chewing and licking, he ravaged Dennis’s hole. Dennis kept groaning and encouraging Mark to keep going, get rougher and use his hole. Mark’s cock was dripping precum all over the bedspread and he knew he had to fuck him soon or he would waste his load. Lowering Dennis’s butt down, he slapped his cock against the furry hole. Grabbing the brown bottle he took a couple of hits and passed the poppers to Dennis who took two long hits. Seeing the rush hit Dennis he leaned in and pushed his cock deep into Dennis’s hungry hole. It was obvious that as inexperienced as Aaron was earlier, Dennis was a pro at taking cock. He knew exactly how to work his hole, milking Mark’s cock. His verbal encouragement as Mark pounded his hole just kept making their fuck even more intense. There wasn’t any comment about condoms, in fact Dennis remarked several times he loved feeling Mark’s raw cock inside his ass, and how the precum was making his hole slick and sloppy. Mark was leaking like crazy as he drove his cock in and out of Dennis’s hole. Soon Mark hit the point of no return as he felt his balls start to tighten and cock thicken. Dennis was just as close to shooting from Mark’s cock repeatedly hitting his prostate. Dennis didn’t skip a beat and kept egging Mark on to “Breed my fuckin’ hole” and “Fill my guts up with your hot load.” Mark grunted and shoved and finally slammed in as his cock exploded pumping his charged up cum deep inside Dennis’s cunt. As soon as Dennis felt Mark’s cock start to shoot, he began to orgasm and blasted his load all over his chest and face. Sweat and cum covered both of their bodies and Mark collapsed on top of Dennis trying to catch his breath. When the rush faded he rolled over next to Dennis and untied his wrists and laid back down. Mark started thinking about Dennis’ comments when he was fucking him. The last one really caught Mark by surprise. Did he mean what I think he means? Mark did flood Dennis’s guts with a very hot load. Dennis broke the silence and said “Damn man. That was fuckin’ intense. That was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had!” Mark agreed with a “Fuck yeah”. As they lay there kissing and stroking each other one thing bothered Mark. After several minutes he finally asked “Dennis, What’s the deal with this un-inked spot? Are you saving it for another tattoo?” Dennis had a look of surprise on his face. He stammered a bit and finally said “yeah, I’m just waiting until I earn it”. Curious, Mark started to push. Earn? Dennis was very evasive and a thought flashed in Mark’s mind. “Ooohhhh, I think I know.” Dennis looked a bit panicked but just said “What?” somewhat innocently. “Maybe you think there's a biohazard or a scorpion tattoo in your future? It would look perfect there.” All Dennis could say was a quiet “Busted.” Mark gave a chuckle and said “We just met and you had no problem letting me fuck you bareback and begged for my load with no questions asked. Are you chasing or just think its inevitable?” Dennis looked straight at Mark unsure how to answer and finally said “Chasing” and dropped his head. Mark grinned and put his finger under Dennis’s chin and tilted it back up. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed about what you want.” Mark paused a moment trying to decide whether to tell him the truth. “In fact, your chase might be over. You’ve got a big toxic load in your ass right now and it might be the one that pozzes you up.” It took a minute for Mark’s words to really sink in but when it did a smile came over his face. “Really? You’re not lying to me like some guys have?” Mark looked back at Dennis telling him “Nope, not lying. I was pozzed a few months ago and not on meds. My seed has got a bit of a kick and has ended a few chases already.” Dennis sat up and hugged and kissed Mark. “Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOU” was all Dennis could say. Mark cautioned Dennis “You won’t know if it took for a few weeks, so don’t get too excited. Be patient and maybe your wish will come true.” Mark reached back into his suitcase and pulled out a buttplug and handed it to Dennis. “Put that puppy in there to keep the cum inside to do its work and let’s grab a shower.” They both got into the shower and soaped each other up and cleaned the sweat and cum off their bodies. While rinsing off Dennis moved over and hugged Mark tight and kissed him passionately. “Thanks. I really hope that this is the one that takes,” Dennis whispered in Mark’s ear. Mark tapped the plug in Dennis ass with his hand “I hope so too. If it does, just promise me you will share your gift with lots of others.” “Oh I will” said Dennis with an evil smirk. Looking over at the clock, Dennis let out a sigh. “Damn, its late. I need to get home and you probably need some sleep.” Dennis quickly left and Mark pulled the stained bedspread back and lay in bed. “Its been a great fucking day,” he thought before falling asleep.

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

Went out to dinner after work tonight. The waiter was a hot red headed chubby furball (my weakness) and was quite flirty with me throughout the meal. One of my friends noticed and commented "I bet he'll be blowing some loads up your ass in the near future." I said "whatever, he's just looking for a big tip" (which I gave him). I wrote my cell number on the receipt with a note "text me if you want to play sometime" and left it on the table. I didn't expect anything to happen but he got off from work at 9 and texted me as soon as he was in his car. His first load was deep in my ass by 10:15 after some hot sucking, rimming, and fucking in my bedroom. Just walked him out to his car and kissed him goodnight as his second load was leaking out of me and running down my leg inside my jeans (commando style). Hoping I just found a new regular to breed me whenever he feels the need to plant his seed.

Breed his cunt full of seed. If he doesn't get it from you he will certainly get it from someone else, so enjoy it while you can.

The following is purely a work of fiction, any similarities to any person or persons living or dead is totally coincidental. Christmas break was wonderful between Mike in our bed keeping us happy, and the boys frolicking around near nude. Mike kept the guys entertained while Bret and I were at work and we would come home to the five of them playing Xbox or Ps3 games or lounging around nude, draped over the furniture. However as the New Year rolled around Max and Roule. began feeling kind of under the weather. As it was time for them to take their planes back to school, we bid our goodbyes and they were off. I was looking forward to spring break. The next couple of months flew past and the boys all kept in touch via social media or text/phone calls. I really started getting excited when the end of March was drawing near as my boys would be back for spring break. What I didn't realize is spring break would be a time to not only change our lives but to bind my family together even closer. Max had told us about his surprise “after birthday” gangbang, but what we didn’t know at the time of Max’s telling of the tale was that Toby the team captain, who had had a big crush on Max since they started school together. Apparently over the Thanksgiving holiday Toby decided to experiment with his sexuality and he went to a bathhouse, about an hour’s drive from where they lived and went to school together. Toby arrived and was really nervous before finally getting the courage to enter. He figured 'Fuck I am around half naked guys all the time and can handle myself'. He entered the building, paid his entrance fee, took his towel and went to his locker. He began to undress. Naturally, unlike in the locker room at school, guys were actually looking at him. All the attention got him hard and he knew he was in the right place. He stripped down to his jock, hung up his clothing in the locker, shut it and placed the elastic band with the key around his large bicep, his towel drapped around his neck so guys could see his full jock and his tight ass. Toby had some experience with man on man sex: fooling around with some of his teammates and a couple older guys on the DL, but this was new to him actually seeking out sex in a sex emporium. He wandered past open doors and saw quite a few guys ready to take him on, he wandered back past a small gym and into some darkened hallways , then into a maze with glory holes and a sling. He stopped in a narrow passage that was barely lit and leaned against the wall. Soon a daddy came up to him and stroked his chest lightly with his hand then proceeded to grope Toby through the mesh material of his jock. Toby was so turned on then the daddy pushed a tiny bottle under his nose and he huffed the aroma, his head became light and the attentions of the daddy were making him swoon. The daddy directed Toby into a large stall and began sucking his dick beneath the jock strap then turned Toby around and rimmed Toby’s virgin ass. Someone else shoved another little bottle under his nose and the stall began to spin a bit and Toby suddenly realized that dad had stopped eating his ass and was now entering him with his average cock. Another hit of poppers and he let the daddy in all the way. Toby was no longer an anal virgin. As the daddy fucked him, Toby realized there were a couple other guys in the stall as well and no sooner than the daddy blew his load in Toby's hole, another much cock slid in. Toby was pressed against the back wall of the stall with the pouch of his jock up against the glory hole and guys were taking turns sucking his cock from the other side of the partition. The guy with the large cock pulled out of Toby’s ass saying the position was awkward, and he lead Toby down the hall and positioned him in the sling. The top lubed himself, reinserted his cock and resumed pounding Toby, soon unloading into the boy's now ripped and ravaged boy cunt. Cum was dripping from Toby's hole as another guy entered him. Toby recognized he was becoming a cumdump and loved the action. The new guy was almost Toby’s age and sported a nice cock. As he plowed Toby he said "You're my little bitch" and "You'll carry my mark forever." Then the jock boy shot his load into Toby's ass, whispering at the same time "Take my toxic seed and spread my gift to you to others." Toby took about seven more raw loads before the line of guys waiting to seed his hole diminished and he was able to get out of the sling to wander once more. He wandered into the steam room where he planted his seed into both a Latino daddy and a jock boy before returning to the maze. Toby left the bathhouse around four in the morning full of cum and walking a bit funny because a hot daddy had shoved a butt plug in his hole just before he was getting dressed to leave. Toby took about 25 loads that night and gave around six guys what ended-up being his last negative loads of his life. Max got sick upon arriving home and Roule a day later. It had been about three weeks since they had been seeded by Toby and the fuck flu had overtaken them. Being athletic and generally healthy they recovered quickly and returned to their normal routines - school for Max and a new job for Roule. Toby went and got tested the second week of March and the test came up poz with a high viral load. When Toby’s parents found out they threw him out saying he was a diseased faggot. Toby told Max after baseball practice about his status and being kicked out. Max said he could come live with them if he wanted too. When Roule got home that evening, Toby and Max were in the living room and they sat him down to tell him of Toby’s predicament and Roule said they could be a threesome. Toby was interested in body modification and wanted to learn to do tattoos and had taken a class at night to get certified. He was also a pretty good artist and designed a tattoo with a trinity knot ad the bio hazard symbol interlaced and wanted to try it out on Max. Max was reluctant at first and then realized it symbolized the bond that he, Roule and Toby now shared. He got it just below his belly button so it could be hidden by underwear or a jock. After Toby finished Max he did Roule on his hip and himself on his shoulder just above the sleeve line. They now had the same tattoo and a bond. The boys fell into bed together and Toby fucked Max and Roule then got tag teamed by them. Spring break finally arrived and now I had my boys coming home with a couple of friends in tow. I opened the door to find Robby and Mark had a hot boy in tow named Charles, Chuck for short. Max and Roule brought along Toby (complete with tattoo equipment neatly stowed away in his suitcase). I set the table for two more for dinner. It was after dinner that Max called a pow wow in the living room and explained the situation with Toby. He said that the love and brotherhood ran deep and chances were since we all like to bareback and take each other’s loads that some poz seed has already flowed between us, we should continue to share the gift and each get a tattoo like his , Roule and Toby. Everyone thought the idea was hot although Chuck was a bit scared at first. I had only barebacked with family and friends who I presumed negative but now the idea of purposely taking my sons potentially poz seed and sharing it within our group and the ability to give the gift to other who wanted it got me hard. Everyone started getting naked and making out while chatting about where they should get their tattoo. I liked Max’s just below his belly button and above his cock so I peeled off my shorts and told Toby to get to work. As Toby began inking my pubic area I watched as Max and Robby made out and Roule took Mark from behind after finishing my ink job Toby was fully erect and I let him slip his cock deep inside me while Bret plowed Chuck and Max was giving a load to Mike. The action moved to the play room and Chuck was in the sling. We all took turns seeding his tight jock hole. Toby had inked Mark, Robbie and Bret and was doing Mike as Chuck got out of the sling and Robby hopped in. I slid my cock into Robby and he leaned up to kiss me, saying not only his dad fuck him but knowing the seed that created him was now dirty and could shorten his life made him really horny, adding he wanted to spread his gift and be bound to our little group for life. Max climbed on top of Robby and began making out then slid Robby’s cock up his boy hole with the result as I pumped my cock into Robby, Robby’s cock was sliding into Max. I shot my load deep and Chuck came up behind me and slid his cock in my ass and planted his seed in me. Toby had finished doing Mike and when I pulled out of Robby’s ass he slid in to shot his seed. He then inked Chuck so by the end of the evening we all had the trinity knot interlaced with the bio symbol inked on our bodies - and at least one load of every other's cum deep in our guts. To be continued HS grad and summer vacation

The following is purely a work of fiction, any similarities to any person or persons living or dead is totally coincidental. The nine weeks I spent with my twin sons was pure joy and having reconnected was total bliss. I had always been close emotionally with all three of my sons, and throughout the years they would call or write me with all their triumphs and heartaches. My sons Robby and Mark, who were fraternal twins, were just 17 months older than their younger brother Maximillian, (Max for short), but because of how the way their birthdays fell they only were a year ahead in school and Max was about to turn 18 just before Thanksgiving. Mike had moved in with us a week before I sent on the twins to school as he was studying at the local university and he really was getting into being our little love slave. He enjoyed giving us pleasure and help handle the daily task of cleaning the house. He was just so sexy and very seldom could I keep my cock from seeding his hot hole. He also kept me up to speed on my boys progress in school and on the field, and when I returned home from business trips he would bring me back up to speed and help Bret relieve my cum from my balls. Just a week after I put Robby and Mark on the plane to Boston I got disturbing news from Max, and corresponding calls from Robby and Mark. Max’s mother had tossed him out, as it turned out Max also inherited the gay gene from me. His mom had caught him in the act of being a gay teen with his best friend Roule. Luckily for Max, though, Roule had invited Max to move in with him. Max was from what I could tell, not as discreet as his brothers and had a wild streak. From what his brothers had told me, Max was a daredevil and the comedian of the family, always just playing the role of 'the boy who gets caught', but without actually being caught (except by his homophobic bitch of a Mom). Max was just as good looking as his brothers and had actually excelled them in a couple sports records and academics. He was slated to be the valedictorian of his class and was class president of his school. He was a outstanding boy and I was proud to be his father. After school had started for all three of my boys, things quieted down and although I was now receiving 2-3 phone calls a week from one or more of my sons I was beginning to start feel at ease once more. Upon the advice of my lawyer I began proceedings against my wife to terminate my support obligations. As she no longer supported my sons (Robby and Mark were on full scholarships), I couldn’t see why I should continue to send her child support. I figured with the savings I would enjoy by not having to pay for the bitch’s lifestyle. (For that matter, I seriously doubt the boys really ever saw much of the child support - she was an utterly self-serving woman.) I figured I could get a larger place out in the country where the boys could come visit. About October my wish was granted by the courts and I was no longer required to pay $2,500 per boy to the old ball and chain. Bret and I then began the process of buying this little ranch just outside of Austin (if ya’ll call 18 acres and a ranch house of 4,200 square feet little), and we moved into the house the first week of November and were settled-in by the time the twins arrived for Thanksgiving. Much to my surprise Max and Roule Showed up as well. It seems Robby had saved enough money from his part time job on campus to send them tickets. Thanksgiving was sheer joy. Having my three boys with me and as it turned-out, Max’s boyfriend was a Latin hunk just nine months older than Max, who was already 18 and the personification of beauty. He could easily have starred in porn. Having a six bedroom house (four usable bedrooms, one play room and an office for me), I let the boys choose which room they preferred. They chose adjoining rooms. Max, just having turned 18, was excited about being considered an adult at the Thanksgiving table as we all stuffed ourselves with the traditional feast mid-afternoon while watching football rivalries take on one another on the large wide screen television. Robby and Mark would comment on a play and Max would comment on how hot the players were. Bret and I had volunteered to do dishes and although we could see the television from the kitchen we could not see the couch or the boys. As I mentioned before there is a very loose dress code around the house, specifically, as little as one wants (so long as no one objects, and whatever is comfortable. Now, at dinner the boys had decided that since it was Thanksgiving, it was appropriate to dress for dinner, so they threw on dress shirts and long jeans. After dinner they had all changed into basketball shorts and tee-shirts or tank tops. Bret and I were encouraged to follow along and so, before we tacked the dishes, we changed into lounging attire. Upon completion we wandered into the family room, and soon enough most of our clothing had been tossed aside and the boys fondled each other while watching football. Mike was in the middle of the fray and taking turns sucking on the boy’s hard cocks. I decided to test the waters with Roule and see if he was as tasty as he looked so I began kissing my son's boyfriend. My son pulled-down my shorts down and sucked my hardening cock. Oh how all my sons had inherited my gay kinky gene. Needless to say Thanksgiving turned into a free-for-all fuck session, and we all ended-up with a couple of loads of hot cum in each of our orifices. It was a good experience for all. I discussed with Max safer sex and he told me he got tested regularly and that he was clean and always used protection outside of with Roule and family. The weekend came to a close and the boys departed back to school. I was a bit sad and elated at the same time but I knew the boys would be back for Christmas break. (to be continued –Christmas break and graduation)

The following is purely a work of fiction, any similarities to any person or persons living or dead is totally coincidental. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I really hadn’t seen my sons in several years since work took me half way across the country from their homes on the West Coast, but to first be confronted by how beautiful they turned out but they were also into guys - like their old man. I knew my gay gene was potent but had no idea that it would past down to the next generation and my boys loved it, as did it, au natural. Mark leaned into me and began kissing and sucking on my neck and progressed into full out making love to his dear old Dad (ok, being in one's late thirtys isn’t all that old.) I had never had such mixed feelings as Robby bent over to begin sucking on my dripping cock. Here I was standing next to my twins as they skewered Mike, as Mark worked my head and torso with lavish wet sounds and Robby deep-throating my cock. I was living a gay man’s fantasy of doing twins and breaking taboo by doing it with my own sons. Mark pulled his cock from Mike’s hole and guided my 8.5 incher into his spot. I took up a similar rhythm as my son on this hot nerdy stud. As I drove my tool deep into Mike's bowels, I realized that Mark now stood in front of me, and that he was now feeding his cock to Mike, and moreover that this was an ass-to-mouth transition. Mike greedily cleaned off Mark's tool and sucked down his thick eight inches of boy meat. I was proud to know my sons had inherited my genes that made for a large penis. Mark returned to kissing me and sucking on my sensitive nipples. I wondered if my sons were wired similarly so I gave Mark’s nipples a quick tug and twist and sure enough I could see his cock twitch in Mike's mouth. I suddenly felt a tongue on my ass and realized Robby had taken up behind me and was proceeding to rim his dad. He had done this before it was obvious. It felt really good and I moaned with pleasure as I shot my load deep in Mike’s gut. Robby kept up the ass tonguing and I finally pulled free of Mike's hole, Robby sprang up and replaced my cock with his own so that Mike wouldn’t feel empty. Mark pulled me around to Mike's mouth and Mike eagerly cleaned off the cum and ass juice from my still semi-hard cock. Mike began sucking new life into my reawakening phallus, Mark stepped up behind me and started rubbing his cock on my hole occasionally angling it so that it would penetrate my anal ring and letting the head just pop in. teasing me - just a bit. Mark adeptly produced a small brown bottle and placed it under my nose and I took a short huff of the potent aroma. As the effects of the poppers began to take affect he shoved his entire cock deep into his father's ass and planted his seed deep in me. Robby, who had been fucking Mike at the other end, bellowed a moan and shot deeply into Mike's hole. We were sated but not finished as we moved from the settee to the bed. Mike and I lay down between the two sons and we talked a bit while our batteries recharged. I discovered that Mike was from the same town where my sons lived with their mother and that he had graduated a couple years before Robby and Mark but had played on the same varsity teams as had they. It also turned-out he also knew my youngest son, Max. I asked how they found part-time jobs so quickly and learned Mike had put in the good word for them. After coming down off my emotional and sexual high, reason began to take over my brain once more and I asked them of their HIV status, and they said that they had all tested negative just a month ago before coming to visit me. I breathed a sigh of relief after what had just transpired between us. As I have a boyfriend of six or so years, and although we bareback each other, we have a rule that we play safe with others - unless we know for certain their status. Making it through the epidemic unscathed we felt was a milestone as many of our friends weren’t so lucky and many were no longer here. Bret and I were happy, but occasionally we would use a boy to entertain ourselves, using them like paper plates, never to be seen again. As Mark's and Robby’s libido were restored, they began caressing. Mike and I were also again ready for round two. Mike rolled over on top of Robby and slid his still scummy ass down Robby’s pole and began fucking himself on it. I began kissing Mike and he still tasted of ass and cum on his lips which turned out to be an aphrodisiac for me and we kissed deeper just as Mark came up behind Mike and plunged his cock in next to Robby. Next episode - the boys head off to college)

if i wouldn't kiss it i won't fuck it, and if you won't put your lips on mine, you can't have the rest of my body either.