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A few years ago I was invited to join some friends on a trip to Munich for a long weekend in December. There were six of us - my friend Michael and his partner, another couple in their mid 30s, Ben and Paul, and another friend of Michael's I hadn't met. For reasons which will become obvious I've changed all the names in this story...... I liked Michael very much - he'd been a good friend for many years and I liked his partner too. The other couple I knew but less well, Paul had been friends with Michael for a long time and I had met him and his partner Ben quite a few times and liked them both. We flew out to Munich on the Friday morning and checked out the Christmas markets in the afternoon. We were all staying until Monday except Paul who had to fly home on Sunday due to work commitments. We had a good time and I enjoyed the company very much. I had been busy at work and was working long hours so I had not had much time for anything else and I was looking forward to having a break. I was also feeling very horny. I knew, however, that this particular group of friends didn't really approve of things like cruising and saunas or sex clubs and also had very strong views on monogamy and on safe sex. I had often heard them talking about it and talking very disapprovingly about the amount of barebacking going on. I had every intention, however, of getting some time to myself and going in search of some horny bareback sex. On the Saturday night we all went out for a meal and later on that night I went off to a large park I had heard was a good cruising ground. I found it easily and had a wander round. It was a beautiful night but it was very cold and there were not many people around. I tried cruising a young lad who looked to be in his late 20s and was dressed in jeans and a puffer jacket but he didn't seem to be interested. A few older guys were cruising but nothing much was happening. Even though I wasn't getting any action, I enjoyed walking around very much. I passed the young lad a few more times with the same result and just as I was on the point of giving up and going back to my hotel, he passed me again and started cruising me. I assumed he had been looking for someone nearer his own age but had concluded that I would have to do. I didn't care and soon his jeans and pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. He had a fair sized cock and I enjoyed sucking it very much. He didn't object when I turned him round and soon my tongue was up his arse. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his arsehole. Again he didn't object so I began to push the head of my cock into his hole. He groaned and, reaching into his pocket, handed me a small packet. I thought it was going to be a condom but it was a small sachet of lube. I lubed him up and pushed my cock slowly right up his arse. Soon he was leaning against a tree, his puffer jacket hitched up and his jeans and pants at his knees as I fucked him bareback. His arse was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I hadn't cum for several days and before too long I was shooting what felt like a massive load right up his arse. I was feeling much more relaxed and chilled now and we all went out for lunch on Sunday and then Ben went with Paul to the airport for his flight home. The other three were going out for the evening and would not be back until late- they had obtained tickets for some high brow concert outside Munich and were really excited about it. Ben and I arranged to go out for something to eat and found a really good Italian restaurant. I was getting to know Ben a bit better now and I really liked him. A few things he said suggested he was actually more relaxed about some things than the others and he sank quite a few pints of beer in the course of the evening. After we had finished our meal it was still quite early and Ben suggested going for a drink in a nearby gay bar. The bar was nice and modern with good music and friendly bar staff and it was just starting to get busy when we got there. When I went downstairs to the toilet, I discovered there was a darkroom down there too. I took a quick piss and then had a look in the darkroom. Quite a few guys were in there - a young blond twink was down on his knees sucking two older guys and a fit looking black guy was being fucked hard in a corner, I watched for a while and then went back upstairs. A little later Ben went to the toilet. He came back a little while later and said "There's a darkroom down there too." I nodded and Ben grinned. The blond twink was now at the bar and after a while he disappeared again. A little later Ben finished his drink and asked me if I fancied checking out the darkroom. The darkroom was a bit busier now - and there was quite a lot of sucking and fucking going on. The blond twink was bent over being fucked and a few other guys were watching and wanking. As we watched they guy fucking the twink thrust hard up his arse a few times and then pulled out. He took off a condom and threw it on the floor. The twink stayed bent over and a dark haired guy stepped up. He pulled the twink's cheeks apart, lined up his cock and pushed right up him bareback. Ben's eyes lit up and he said "Fuck!" as we moved in closer to watch the action. The dark haired guy was fucking the twink hard up against the wall now and Ben said "Fuck....I'd love to...." I said "Go on, if you want to." He looked at me. "I won't tell anyone." I said. Ben hesitated for a moment and then he moved over to the twink. I watched as Ben pulled his jeans and pants down to his knees and began to wank as he watched the twink being fucked. The twink turned round a little and bent forward, taking Ben's cock into his mouth. Ben and the dark haired guy spit roasted the twink for a while and then the dark haired guy thrust hard up his arse a few times and pushed his cock right up him and held it there and I knew he was cumming deep in the twink's arse. When he pulled out the twink turned round and pushed his arse towards Ben. Ben didn't hesitate - he pushed his bare cock right up the twink's arse and began to fuck him. I hadn't expected that at all and I soon had my cock out wanking as I watched Ben fucking the twink bareback. Ben fucked him for a while and after a while I could tell he was getting close. I watched as Ben threw his head back and pushed right up the twink, obviously blowing his load right up him. When Ben pulled out, I took his place. I was really horny from watching Ben and it wasn't long before I added my cum to the loads the twink already had up him. Ben was a bit quiet when we went back up to the bar but then we got talking to a group of German guys and he livened up again. We got talking to two guys in their mid 30s who were a couple who lived in Munich. One of them was tall and quite thin and the other small and chunky. I went to the toilet and when I came back Ben was chatting to them. I had noticed that Ben was flirting with them, and was clearly enjoying being off the leash for the evening. A little later I went to the bar for some more drinks. The bar was busy and it took me a while to get served. I looked over and saw that Ben was now standing closer to them and chunky guy had his hand on Ben's arse. When I got back the two German guys were just finishing their drinks and shortly after that they left. I couldn't see if they had left the bar or if they had gone downstairs, but I suspected the latter. After a short time Ben put his drink down and said casually "I think I might go check out the darkroom again..." I guessed that he was going to join the other two guys and sensed that he probably would be less inhibited if I wasn't there so I said "No problem, I'll see you later," I waited a while and then made my way back down to the darkroom. It didn't take me long to find Ben and as I had thought, he was with the two German guys. Ben and the taller guy were standing with their trousers and pants down and the chunky guy was down sucking on first one cock and then the other as Ben and the taller guy kissed each other. I watched for a while and then the German guy stood up and Ben got down and started sucking the other two. It was all very horny but it soon got even hornier. Ben was now bent over sucking the chunky guy, his fit arse in the air as the taller guy went round behind him. I saw him taking out a small packet and he began to rub some lube into Ben's arse. This was getting interesting... I didn't think there was any way Ben would get fucked without a condom, but he didn't even look round as the tall guy began to push his bare cock against his arsehole. I watched as the guy pushed his cock right up Ben's arse. He gave Ben a moment to get used to his cock and then began to fuck him. I had my cock out now, wanking as I watched Ben being fucked bareback. I had never thought that Ben would cheat on his boyfriend - and certainly not that he would do it without a condom. The tall guy was fucking him hard now and I could tell that Ben was loving every minute of it. I watched them fuck for a while and then the guy thrust up Ben's arse a few more times and I knew he was cumming in Ben's arse. The chunky guy pulled out of Ben's mouth and moved round behind him. His cock was much bigger than the tall guy's and I watched and wanked as Ben reached round and pulled his cheeks apart to help the guy get his big bare cock up his arse. The chunky guy fucked Ben hard and fast and I could hear Ben groaning as the chunky guy took hold of his hips and began to fuck him even harder. It wasn't long before he too shot his load up Ben's unprotected, cheating arse and I shot my load on to the floor of the darkroom I was back upstairs by the time Ben returned from the darkroom looking flushed. I asked him if he had fun and he grinned and nodded He had no idea I knew just how much fun he actually had.......

I was visiting Key West for a wedding this weekend, and the schedule was quite busy. Was with another friend of mine who is also a bottom, and after closing down a bar at 4am, we decided to hit the gay aps to see if anyone wanted a 3 way. My friend was pretty drunk, and wasn't sure what would happen if we did find someone. We had both chatted the same guy, and he was up for a 3 way, but told me it was my ass that he really wanted. I told him to hand on about 15 minutes, and was sure that my friend would be passed out by then, and my ass was all his. Sure enough, my friend passed out, and the guy came over and fucked my brains out in the bedroom, while my friend was in the living room on a sofa sleeper. We both agreed NOT to tell my friend, but that he would still love to have a 3 way later in the day. Once my friend woke up, he got back on the ap, and asked my friend, "what happened to you and your friend last night?" My friend said we were both pretty drunk, and must have passed out. The guy told him he still wanted out asses, and could come over, to which we said hell yea. I did tell the guy that I wanted him to fuck me again, but this time my friend would get his seed. The guy agreed. My friend told him we needed to "clean out" first, and told him to be at our hotel in 30 minutes. The guy messaged me and asked if I had already cleaned out, and I said no. He said, good, and don't. I had no intention of cleaning out for him anyway. I went to the shower, and took some extra time so my friend THOUGHT I was cleaning out. About 30 minutes later, the guy shows up, sporting a raging hardon under his gym shorts. He tells us to get on the bed side by side, with our asses up. We gladly obliged. He started by eating my ass, tasting the remnants of the seed he left inside me hours before. He started fucking me nice and hard, just like earlier, and he made my friend beg for his cock and seed, which he did. After we were done fucking, my friend said, "I had a dream that you came over and fucked my friend last night." We both just laughed. Later that day, my friend got a text message from a friend that he hadn't seen in ages. My friend told him we were in town for a wedding, but to come over later after the wedding. He asked his friend if he was up for a 3 way, and his friend said fuck yea! We got back from the wedding, and my friend contacted his friend and said to come over, we were ready for some fun. My friend hadn't said much about his friend, but when he arrived, he was very HOT with an AMAZING BBC! Before he arrived, my friend said that as I let him take the other guys load, I got to take this load. Of course I agreed to this. The first guy was pretty well hung, and a great fuck, but there's not much better than being seeded by a BBC. It ended up that we both ended up with a hot load up our asses.

GIFTED BY A GUEST! I’m Jimmy, 18, and on the varsity swim team at school. My older brother, Jeff, had this acquaintance named Chris that needed a place to stay. Apparently, he was HIV-positive and his parents had tossed him out. He was gonna stay with us until a bed in the local shelter opened up. The thing is…the only spare bed in the house is in MY room, so he got to sleep with me. I remember…as I was getting undressed for bed, he was staring at me kinda funny…like a wolf looks at a lamb! I woke up suddenly! My bedclothes had been pulled down and this guy was tugging off the briefs that I sleep in. I jerked upright. I blurted, “What in the fuck are you…?” He clamped a hand over my mouth and pushed me back flat on the mattress. “I’m sorry!” he hissed. “I just GOTTA do this! I’m SO FUCKING HORNY. Ever since I saw you get undressed, I just KNEW that I had to have you.” He stuffed my briefs into my mouth and his hands roamed my body, stroking and kneading my flesh. I didn’t really know what to do, so I just lay there. “Fucking SWEET,” he breathed! His mouth descended on first one nipple and then the other. I couldn’t help but feel turned on. He moved down my chest and belly until his lips grazed my cock! Naturally, my dick began to swell. Chris took it in his mouth and brought me to full erection. Chris looked up at me and grinned. “Now comes the GOOD PART!” Gifted by a Guest! He placed his hands under my knees and hoisted them up, pushing them back toward my chest. His face dove into my exposed hole and his tongue did wonderful things, making me moan & squirm. He crawled up between my legs, forcing them apart, until I could feel the head of his cock poking at the entrance to my hole. It felt wet and slippery so he must have been leaking quite a lot of pre-cum. He gazed in my eyes and said, “I can’t wait any longer. Just relax, Baby! You’re gonna love it!” He pulled the underwear from my mouth and began kissing me passionately. He hunched his hips once, twice, then three time and he was all the way inside me. I could only look up at him questioningly as his dick began a slow piston motion…in and out…in and out. He crooned in my ear, “It’s gonna be OK, Baby! This is gonna be the best fuck you ever get!” With that, he settled into a steady fuck pace for a while and I got lost in the rhythm of his stroking and the hushed sounds of two men in heat! I had accepted my fate and was just enjoying the myriad sensations coming from my first poz fuck. Eventually, all good things come to an end, and so Chris shifted gear, picked up his speed and soon was gasping, “I’m gonna cum! I’M GONNA CUM!!!” I got scared and cautioned him, “Quiet! You’re gonna wake the house up!” I grabbed a pillow and held it in front of his face. His hips locked against me ass and he yelled triumphantly into the pillow, “YES!!!” He bucked repeatedly and then collapsed on top of me, exhausted. At some point I must have shot my load, too, because there was a wet patch of sticky sperm between us on our bellies. My eyes filled with tears as I thought, “What have I done? How did I let this happen to me?” Chris looked down at me and said, Thanks, Baby! That was GREAT! I really needed to do that!” I noticed that, in addition to being dismayed by the events, I had been turned on. So much so that wondered if this might happen again. Chris must have been reading my thoughts, for he said, “Tonight we can take our time, Baby! How does a long, slow poz fuck sound to you?”

Part 4 -- Ben gets pozzed Parker left my birthday celebration last weekend with some older muscle guy, and didn't come back to the apartment that night. The next day, he said he had the fuck of his life, but wouldn't elaborate. I was definitely jealous. A little about me: I'm what you'd call a twink -- blonde hair, about 5'8", 140 lbs, with a big 9" cock. But I'm a total bottom. I've let so many college guys fuck me the past few years, I can take almost any cock. But always safe, condoms only. Parker was acting really strange for the next few days following my birthday. I wondered if it had something to do with the muscle guy.... what was his name? Jared? Josh? John.. that's it, John. I'd never been attracted to muscle daddies, but maybe I was missing out on something. John did look pretty hot -- and Parker said his cock was big. I wonder if he's on any of the dating apps. I logged onto Grindr, started scrolling through, and sure enough -- I think I found him. A few miles away, there was 40-something muscle torso top profile, with the name J. Me: Hey, what's up? J: Horny, you? Me: Same J: Pics? I sent him pics of my ass, my face, my cock. J: nice. You've got a huge cock, but I'm only interested in your ass. You free? Me: yea. pics? A few pics later and I confirmed it was John. Muscle torso, big cock, and then there was one picture -- his cock, bare, fucking some twink. Me: hot pics -- but I only play safe. J: you don't like cum in your ass? Me: never had it. J: I only fuck bare, sorry man. Hmm. What do I say next? I was really horny. Did Parker let this guy fuck him bare? Did he cum inside him. Me: what's your status? J: Positive. J: But I'll pull out if you want. What the fuck, I thought. Parker let a guy with HIV fuck him? At this point, I was really curious. The guy was hot, Parker clearly loved the sex, and he said he'd pull out. With my hole twitching, I responded: Me: Can I come over? ----- 30 minutes later John answered the door, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I've always been attracted to leaner guys, and the young college guys, but one look at his giant pecs and my cock was hard. John picked me up, kissed me, and carried me to his bedroom. He spent the next 20 minutes exploring my mouth, my ass, and licking my entire body. He took all 9 inches of my cock in his mouth, this man knew what he was doing. "Fuck man, you know how to suck a cock," I said. "Call me daddy," John said. "Ok, daddy." "You want daddy to fuck your boy hole?" John asked. "yes daddy." I said. "You want daddy's poz cock in your ass?" John asked. What the fuck, I thought -- but that thought was fleeting. At this point, I was so turned on, I needed his cock. "Yes daddy," I said. "You're not going to make daddy wear a rubber, are you?" John said. "No. I want daddy's cock bare." Here I was, a 20-year-old college boy who'd only ever been fucked safe, with my legs up around the shoulders of this muscle daddy who was about to slide his big poz cock in my ass, and I wanted it. "But you'll pull out, right?" I said. "Yes boy, if you ask," John said. He spent 30 minutes fucking me gently on my back, whispering sweet things in my ear. Telling me I'm beautiful, and how tight my ass felt around his poz cock. He then fucked my on my stomach and jack-hammered away. He brought me to my knees and fucked me harder. My ass felt loose, sloppy, and I was in heaven. He flipped me over and really picked up the pace, I was so close to shooting my load, but I didn't really want him to cum in me... or did I? "I'm getting close boy." John said. "Last chance." "Don't pull out yet, I need to cum." I said. "I'm either pulling out right now and we're done, or I'm going to breed you, boy." John said. "Fine, cum inside me, just don't stop." I said "Tell me you want it," John said. "I want your cum inside me." I said. "Tell me you want my poz cum inside your faggot boy pussy." John said "I want your poz cum inside my faggot boy pussy." I said. At this point, I was desperate, I was so close, I was so lost in the moment. "Tell me you want me to wreck your fucking boy cunt and poz your ass." John said. "Poz my ass. Wreck my boy cunt." I screamed. Then I shot my load everywhere. As I realized what was happening, I started to panic. "No wait, pull out, pull out, don't cum inside me." "Too late, I've already cum inside you twice, and you're about to get a third poz load up your ass." John tensed up, and this time, I felt like cock erupt inside me. He abruptly pulled out, and walked into the shower. What the hell had just happened? I lay in his bed, crying, full of regret, but also still hard while I felt his cum dripping out of my ass. A few minutes later, he came back into the bedroom. "What are you still doing here? Get the fuck out, slut." John said. I started to cry, I had just let this man put his poz cum in my ass, and he was kicking me out. "Oh what, you thought just because I came inside you, you could spend the night? Once I poz a guy, I don't fuck him again. We're done." Visibly sobbing at this point, I started to pick up my clothes and get dressed. I was shaking, I was scared, I felt vulnerably, weak and dumb. "Awe, it's okay baby. I don't fuck poz guys, but many men will. You'll still find some guys desperate enough to use your boy hole." John said. "Ok fine, you can stay the night, but only if I get to fuck you again, right now, and you tell me what you want." John said. "After tonight though, I won't ever touch you again." I didn't know what else to do at this point, so I turned to him, wrapped my hands around him, and said "I want your poz cock." He threw me on the bed, slid his cock in me, and started slowly fucking me again. "Wait," I said. "Did you poz Parker?" "No. I like him, in fact, I might fall in love with him. You're just some dumb college slut I wanted turn into a poz pussy boy." I shot my load everywhere. Again. Fuck.

Ryan, was a 6’ foot, blonde hair, blue eye jock. At 21, he had everything going for him. He had a great boyfriend in Sam, who was equally has good looking, with dark hair and brown eyes and a swimmers body. However, Ryan liked to play on the side, without letting Sam know. Ryan always played safe, with other guys, all with his age range, and he was a total top. Now, Ryan and Sam had a great sex life, but Ryan, was never satisfied with just one guy. One weekend, Ryan out of town, while Sam was home sick. Ryan, checking out bars in the area, hoping to get laid. Hitting a bar, called “Aqua”, the guys here were older then him, Ryan is drinking his beer when an old, lanky man, “How are ya young fella?” He asked. He had been watching Ryan when he first entered the bar. Checking out Ryan’s body and especially his ass, and wanted to put his poz cock into it. Ryan, “good, thanks.” Not really into making small talk with a guy old enough to be his father, possibly his grandfather. “I’m Bruce.” Putting out his hand to Ryan. He shakes it, “Ryan.” “This is your first time here, at Aqua.” “Yeah, you a regular here, Bruce?” “I am, Ryan.” “Cool.” Ryan got up and left his drink on the bar to call Sam. Bruce, moved quickly, putting a roofie into his drink. Ryan, returned to the bar, and downed his drink. “Bruce, it was nice to meet you, but I have to get going.” At that moment Ryan started to feel dizzy. “You ok, Ryan?” “Yeah, feel a bit dizzy.” “Let’s get you outside for fresh air.” Bruce got a passed out Ryan to his place, got Ryan undressed. Bruce, was in awe, Ryan’s body, was in perfect shape. His cock 7inches soft. But the main prize was Ryan’s ass, nice tight and round. Bruce, turned Ryan on his back, and starting massaging his back and shoulders , Ryan, drugged up, was enjoying the massage, unaware that he was going to get pozzed. “How does it feel, Ryan?” Bruce asks his unconscious soon to be bottom. “Good”. he said in a soft voice. “Ryan” whispered Bruce, “turn over on your front”, Ryan does, and feeling good, and horny, he had no problems with listening to Bruce, who’s voice was soft and soothing. Bruce, started stroking Ryan’s dick, “spread your legs a bit.” Bruce said. “That’s it.” Using his finger, Bruce, slowly began to finger fuck, Ryan’s ass. “Damn you’re tight.” Bruce lived up his dick and Ryan’ ass. Going in slow, Ryan in his drugged state, moaned in pleasure, Thrusting in and out of Ryan, Bruce couldn’t believe he had this stud in his bed. Ryan, feeling a dick inside him for the first time, was enjoying it, not realizing he was being barebacked by a poz guy, who was old enough to be his father. Bruce, felt his cock and balls tighten, shooting several poz loads deep into Ryan’s ass, catching his breath, Bruce kept his cock inside the young man’s ass for a five minutes to be sure that none of his “babies” would leak out. “Ryan, I own your ass now.” “I know about your boyfriend Sam, he asked me to poz you, and he doesn’t want you back.” And I’m going to share you and your ass to my friends.” “The top jock, is now my bottom poz boy.”

Every thrust has me wondering if today would be the day, if today he’d flood me and knock me up. I know that I don’t want it, that I keep telling him to be safe, to be careful but my boyfriend doesn’t listen. He loves to fuck me, to show me that I’m his in the most primal way and once he gets me going, my body tight and needy he knows I won’t stop him no matter what he does. It’s not every day, it’s not even regular or anything I can plan it’s just that some days he decides that he’s going to fuck me bare. Though that last part he does more often than not, fucking into me without any protection or barriers between us as he calls me his cumslut while he drives me to orgasm after orgasm. He knows how risky it is, how I can’t take Truvada and how him being in me bare is such a risk. He knows but he doesn’t care, because he likes to claim me, to mark me as his, to flood my insides with his cum and tell me that I’m his, his and no one elses. His biohazard tattoo placed on his pec demonstrates his pride in being poz. Its placement is deliberate, it shows under tank tops and when he is shirtless at the gym, riding his bike or on runs. The good thing is that he doesn’t always cum inside, in fact more often than not he’ll pull out to splatter his cum on my back or my stomach or my face. I love that feeling, the hot sticky streaks of it all over me, marking me and showing that I’m his. The cum inside of me marks me even more, the fact that he doesn’t plan it, that he simply decides it in that last heartbeat before he explodes makes that risk so much more intense. Every time, every thrust inside could be the one before he floods me with his toxic cum and no matter how many times I remind him of the risk, how many times I warn him that he’ll poz me he does it anyways. I can’t say that I really hate it, I love that feeling, the way he swells and twitches inside of me as he fills me. I love how he gasps and groans and his hands tighten on my body slamming deep and holding me still while he floods me. It’s probably the most intense feeling in the world, that moment before he cums where I’m wondering if he’ll pull out and be safe or if he’ll flood me and risk our futures for the chance to mark me, to feel me clench and flutter around him as he pours himself into me. I don’t hate it but I definitely don’t want to get poz yet, I have to finish school and then get a job and begin our lives together. I want his cum loads and he knows that, but he also knows the risks, the way him knocking me up would endanger the easy future we want but he doesn’t care. I can always feel him behind me, can see it in his eyes that lust to flood me that he doesn’t care about all of that, that all that matters is me and him and that moment where he shoots his load into me. He doesn’t follow any schedule, doesn’t warn me before he cums, he simply fucks me into oblivion and then fills me and I can’t help but love it. I know that sooner or later I’ll be where I am now, his cock in me, twitching and swelling and his hands manhandling my pecs and nipples before he cums deeply inside. It’ll be that day where his cum finds my ripe hole waiting with an easy infection point and suddenly I’ll be full of his babies. He doesn’t ask, I don’t think he even cares about that moment all that much all he cares about is marking me as his. The way he’ll ignore my protests and cum deeply into me as he tells me that he knows how much I want this only serve to make it hotter. He knows how much this turns me on, how much I want to risk it but also how much I don’t want to be HIV positive yet. I tell him that I don’t want it and he’ll push into me bare and tell me that I might say that but my body tells him what I really need. It won’t be long before I’m pushing back and moaning out how good his toxic poz cock feels, bare inside of me as he fucks me. I still warn him, still beg him not to cum in me but he always tells me to hush, to just enjoy him giving me what I need as he slides through my folds and presses against my ass lips. He drives me to this feeling, that height of both ecstasy and fear in that moment before he’ll stiffen. I can feel it now, his cock driving into me as he waits to make his choice, as he thrusts deep again and again and draws my voice out of me in moans and squeals and gasps. In a moment I’ll know which one he chooses, our futures or a gamble for him to mark me as his, to show himself and everyone else that I’m no one elses as his cum leaks out of me and runs down my legs. I should stop him, make him be safe but I simply can’t bring myself to make him change, to stop him from taking me and marking me as his, his unmedicated cum on me, in me, flooding me again and again. Sooner or later his risk, his willingness to risk my future will affect us but maybe not this time, maybe we’ll be lucky again. Or maybe I'll earn my biohazard tattoo this time.

Met up with a guy from bbrt Saturday night. He was tall, mid 40’s, kind of beefy but still toned and had a 7in dick. I got to his place and he made us drinks before he put on some porn for us to watch. It wasn’t long before we were groping each other and I got on my knees to start sucking him. His hand went down my shorts and straight for my hole and was making me suck his fingers before working them into my hole. We moved into a 69 position for a little bit before he started to really eat my ass out. His tongue kept darting into my hole and omg it felt amazing. (I honestly would have been happy with him doing that all night!). After like a solid hour of that, he flipped me on my back and teased my hole for a few minutes with his cock before he slide inside of me. He started slow but he really started to pound my ass, flipping me into different positions and kept calling me a “fag whore” and “a cum slut”. He made me tell him how much of a slut I was and beg him for his load which I did. The more I begged, the rougher he got. When he finally came, he flooded my ass with what felt like at least weeks worth of cum. Afterward, we cuddled and he fingered my hole a little before I fell asleep. I woke up in the morning to him grinding against me so shoved my ass up to him and invited him to load me up one more time before I left.

This is my first attempt at writing here. Parts of the story are fictionalized, but most is true Part One It all started on rainy fall morning. I was particularly horny and I need some release. I had grown up on a farm in central New York I and was slow to be learning the ways of the world. After coming out and have years of vanilla gay sex, I began exploring the kinkier side of gay. Having moved to Connecticut it was an easy drive or train trip to New York City or Boston to explore those hidden places where men do far more delightful things to each other. I had years of exploration at the Bondage Club and at Renegades. I frequented the leather store on Christopher Street and the leather bars around. Each year I became bolder and bolder is my explorations. One Thanksgiving weekend a friend called and asked if I would like to come to a fisting party. I wasn’t sure I could take a fist but he assured me that he had something that would “assist” me. I prepared for the party and heading to his home. When I got there, there were 8-10 guys there in various stages of undress laughing and I was welcomed warmly. My friend pulled me aside and gave me some Tine to snort. I knew then that this night was going to be fun!! Not to draw out this story, but let’s just say that I soon had a fist in my ass and I knew I had found what I thought the right spot for me. I even progressed rapidly to taking two hands routinely and happily. Of course many fisters also fuck bareback. At first I was very hesitant about taking a raw cock. I had survived the 1980’s and didn’t want to get pozzed. But pigs being pigs, I was soon letting the guys that I knew were safe to topped me fuck me raw, but I never took a load. I don’t know if you guys can relate, but the curiosity of poz became stronger and stronger. Soon I was taking loads for my “safe” friends and letting strangers fuck me but shoot on my chest. That wasn’t enough. I started to attend fisting/roulette parties in Boston where I was one of two or three neg bottoms taking anon loads and getting fisted. A few of my buddies knew of my antics and asked if I wanted to convert. What the hell I thought. I was taking anon cum, why not at least know who pozzed me. They hooked me up with some of their friends that were more than willing to fuck a neg, but all were on meds and undetectable. I was not possessed. So on this rainy day I, finally found a top on BBRT that lived in a home in Queens. He was unmedicated and he loved to gift pigs like me. He was also into all of the other sports I was and we would be partying and playing well into the next day. Ropes, clamps, floggers, vises, you name it. He said he had a play room in his basement and we would have a great time. He refused to unlock his face pic for me, but from the other pics I could see he had a great build, a hot furry chest with eraser nipples and an uncut cock to die for. The hood hung well over his cock head. Something that really turns me on. He sent me instructions on what I was to do. I was to drive to his home and park in his driveway. The garage door would be open. I was to enter the garage, push the button to close it. When closed I was to strip naked, put on a collar, put cotton in my ears, and put a hood on with a mouth hole (he had left them on his car for me to use). When done I was to knock on the door and wait for him to come get me Every bells went off in my head that this was a dangerous situation and that I should not go, but soon I was in my car driving to Queens. I did take the precaution of telling my friends where I was going and the address in case I never showed up again. When I arrived at his home I was so nervous and excited that I had to take a piss right there against my car. Fortunately, it was dark out. I entered the garage and pushed the button

I went to an adult book store I went to frequently when I worked in a different office. Standard book store set up, video booths with no doors and one theatre that plays gay porn. There is a side room in the theater, lots of action there. I got there it was fairly busy. Because i had been outside it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust when i entered the theater and then to the side room. Soon i noticed a hot tall black guy standing next to a latin guy. I reached over to try and join them and the black guy pushed my hand back. I am cool with that, so I stepped back. In a few minutes my eyes had fully adjusted and i saw the black guy turn the Latin guy around and he started fucking him. Since I had gotten the push back i just watched and stroked my cock and played with my ass. Usually in book stores fucking is pretty quick. This top had a different idea. He fucked this guy for 15 minutes at least. I walked out and came back but really enjoyed watching these guys. The room had emptied out and the top waved me over. The latin grabbed my ass at the same time that i grabbed his rock hard cock. He spit on his dick and i bent over and let him enter me. Then I felt the black guy’s hands on my hips. He had slid back into the Latin guy. We started slowly rocking and got a good fucking motion down. The Latin guy was really fuckng me hard and the black guy was pounding him hard. A crowd was now gathering to watch us. With a few very hard thrusts and grunts the black top unloaded in the Latin guy and before he could pull out, the Latin guy unloaded in me. I reached to feel my ass and it was full of cum.

I wrote the original story over a year ago, I appreciate the feedback I’ve received and never got to writing that second chapter but I owe it to those who patiently waited (and asked ;-)) —Again, this is mostly fantasy with inspiration drawn from reality— *Part 2* “Knock knock.” I awoke with a start. How long had I been asleep? It felt like hours but it was more like a few minutes since the porn scene on TV had not changed. “Knock knock.” Oh right, someone was at my door. “Yeah?” I called out while scrambling to hide my contraband in case it was a nosy worker. “It’s me” a familiar voice said and I opened the door to see the Latin stud who had promised to come back. And sure enough, he wasn’t alone. “Sorry, I dozed off,” I said, closing the door behind us. “What’s your name again?” He smiled. “Sorry, I didn’t give it to you earlier. I’m Gabriel.” He motioned to his friend. “This is Jairo, one of my buddies I was tellin’ you about.” My cock started twitching as I surveyed our new company. He was Latino as well, but in his late twenties with closely buzzed hair, several tattoos on his arms and torso, and the hint of a six-pack I was instantly reminded of some boys I went to high school with. I extended my hand to shake. “Hey man, I’m Dino.” He caught my hand at the middle and I had to quickly change my handshake into a fistbump. “Sup bro. Nice ass!,” he added. We stripped off our towels and it was my turn to gush. He was already hard and his cock looked to be about nine inches with a wide, uncut head and a thick vein framing the shaft. “Fuck! That’s nice,” I blurted out, I pulled out the pipe and lighter and offered it to both of them. “I like shotguns by the way,” I said and Jairo nodded as he lit the bowl and rolled it while I got on my knees. He bent down and blew into my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around his head while exhaling a solid cloud of vapor. I felt a tingling in my head as the smoke rolled and directed my senses towards pleasuring the piece of meat in my mouth. “Mmmmmmmmm!” was all I could muster as I started bobbing my head back and forth, adjusting to his girth and length. “Fuuck yea... that’s wassup,” they both grunted in approval while Gabriel started stroking his own, now hard, cock. He then took a long hit and I only pulled my mouth away from the dick in my mouth long enough for a hot, cloudy kiss. More tingling in my brain. “Fuuuck,” I growled as he grinned at me. Jairo patted the mattress, “Up on the bed, I wanna see this dick splitting you.” I eagerly did as I was told and in an instant was on all fours with my ass pointed up. “Fuckin hot,” I heard as Jairo ran his throbbing member up and down my still cum-glazed hole. I started whimpering like a slut in heat as he teased me. “Yeah? You want this bareback dick in you?” he whispered in my ear as I nodded in earnest. “Please.... please stick it in,” I pleaded. “You got it, boy,” he laughed and pushed the head past my hole in one blink. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed as my eyes widened in a mix of pain and pleasure. I turned around to see Jairo closing his own eyes in apparent satisfaction. I knew he wanted to inch his way in but I couldn’t control myself and thrust my ass back on the entire length. “Oh, oh FUUUCK! SHIT,” Jairo moaned as my hole flexed, placing his hands on my sides while Gabriel handed me the pipe. I was so lost in my haze I hadn’t realized he was recording me with his phone. “Nice,” I said, indicating the camera. Looking into the lens, I took the longest hit I could hold while at the same time Jairo slowly started to fuck me. The feeling was bliss and I slowly exhaled another solid cloud of smoke. Gabriel slowly nodded in approval behind the camera and I began thrusting myself to meet Jairo’s jabs. “Fuuuck! Ah! Ah! Ah!Ahhhhhhhyyyyeeeeahhhh,” I screamed into the pillow as he bottomed out and almost hit my second hole. “You like that?” My answer must have been written on my face; “‘Course you do,” he said with a shit-eating grin on his face. “You’re so good... fuckin’ slut getting what he needs.” “Uh-huh,” I automatically nodded as Gabriel set the phone down to give me another shotgun. “Turn over, so he can fuck you missionary,” he muttered and resumed recording. I flipped over and held my legs wide for Jairo to continue his assault on my hole. Facing each other, I now noticed a biohazard tattoo near his hip. “Oh shit!” I thought to myself. I admit I had been turned on by pozzing stories and videos but it was something I never acted on. But now, in my drug-fueled swirl, the flash of hesitation I felt evaporated and a primal desire gripped me as I became fully turned on by the fact that this cholo was barebacking my negative hole with his poisoned rod. “You like charged dick, huh boy?” Jairo asked as he entered all the way and bent forward to kiss and pacify my whimpering with his lips and tongue. He straightened up and closed his eyes. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” was all I could say as I relaxed my body and looked up at the two men with me. “Shit, puto, I’m getting close,” Jairo suddenly said after a few minutes, biting his lip. “Ready for my babies?” he asked and his pace picked up. “Knock that pussy up?” My mind was on autopilot as I gasped out “Yeah! Yeah! Flood me, knock me up with your poz juice!” “Yeah?! You sure? Well - here - it - fucking - COMES! F-F-FUCK!!!!” he yelled and slammed his weight on me as I felt his cock pulse rope after rope of his dirty seed into my hole. “Yeeahhhhh, poz him up, that’s it, that’s it boys,” Gabriel said as Jairo steadied his breath and slowly pulled out. “Don’t worry, you’re still getting more,” he added as I looked longingly at his cock. He straddled my face and lowered himself so I could greedily slurp it clean of all the sweet juices dripping from his foreskin. “Damn bro, you’re fuckin’ down with it. I like that,” Jairo said need a cigarette and shower, catch you in a bit?” “Fuck yeah, for sure!” I said, laying down to relax and let the rush subside. We fist-bumped again and he stepped out, leaving Gabriel and I alone. “You like G?,” he asked and pulled a small bottle and dropper from a bag he’d brought with him. It’d been a while since I’d taken any but I absolutely loved the way it made me even more of a pig. I nodded. “Ooh, yeah.” I took the bitter dose, washed it down with my Gatorade and began the waiting game. That’s all for now!

Part 3. After the fuck of my life, John dragged me to the walk-in shower. "Double shower heads. Nice," I said, then later feeling immature for showing how impressed I feel. I walked in the shower and got under the hot water as John dimmed the lights and turned on music that belonged on a sex playlist. He slid in behind me, pushed my chest against the cold, gray tile, and pressed his pecs and long cock against my backside. I moaned softly. Had I ever moaned before? What was happening. The hot water, the steam, and a muscle daddy caressing my body and kissing every inch of me. I was rock hard in a minute. After a deep kiss, John was fully hard again, and he forced me on my back on the tile bench in the middle of the shower. He grabbed a bottle of lube, coated my ass and his cock, and slowly slid in. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," I moaned, as he slid in. His cock stretching open my now very sore and puffy ass. I focused on his pecs, the shadow of his face, and the warm water, and the pain eased away. Within minutes, I was getting close. I wanted his load this time, I didn't want him to pull out. So I took some initiative. "I want your cum inside me. Please breed me, daddy" I whimpered. He was silent, but I saw a smile start to creep in on the left side of his face, as water poured down his body fro the shower. He kept thrusting into me, tearing me open. It was painful but the pleasure outweighed the pain by far. He grabbed my cock and started tugging, and 30 seconds later I shot all over my chest while he just kept slamming in and out of my battered ass. I kept hoping he shoot, I kept begging, "breed me daddy. Own my ass." A minute later, he pulled out and shoved his cock down my throat and unloaded another massive load of cum, this time filling my throat and mouth. I still wanted his cum in my ass. He dragged me to bed, wrapped his arms around me, pulled me tight to his chest, and we drifted off to sleep. 2:07 AM -- that's what the clock said. I was exhausted. And a little confused. ---- 6:32 AM -- I squinted at the clock. I heard rain on the roof. I rolled off, John was lightly sleeping. At some point during the night, he'd gotten up and put on a white tee shirt. He was snoring ever so softly. I slid in close to him, pressed my face against his pecs and wrapped my hand around his cock. I drifted back to sleep. 8:07 AM -- the shower was running. John was awake. I didn't want to get up yet. I heard him the sound of an electric razor a few minutes after the shower cut off. I thought I'd keep sleeping, or at least see what he would do next. A few minutes later, I heard John back in the bedroom. He slowly pulled the covers off of me as I pretended to sleep, face down. John crawled between me, and pushed his tongue into my ass, rimming me gently and teasing my hole. I was incredibly sore from the night before, but his tongue made my hole twitch with excitement. In one thrust, he pushed his entire cock all the way inside of me. "Fuck!" I shouted. "I knew you were awake, beautiful boy," John replied. He slowly eased my ass open after that, and fucked me for a solid 10 minutes. He then flipped me over, and I could taste my ass on his tongue as he kissed me deeply. Apparently John likes morning sex. I could tell, he was getting close, and quickly. I was going to get his cum inside me. I needed it. I needed to have a piece of this man in my DNA. "Daddy?" I said. "Yes boy," John replied. "I really want your cum inside me," I said. "Oh yea? You want me to breed your boy hole?" John replied. "Fuck yea, breed me, please. Please breed me. Own my ass," I said. "I can't," John replied. Then started violently pounding my ass again. He was about to cum, I knew it. "What, why?" I questioned him. He pulled out, took three tugs on his cock, then shot all over me. "Because I'm poz." Partially in shock, partially turned on, I started shooting a volcano of cum out of my cock. John looked surprised, but dived down and slurped up the second half of my load. He was HIV positive, and I had begged him for his load. More than once, but he kept pulling out. And yet somehow, I still really wanted to feel his cum leaking out of me....

Part 2. "Face down, ass up." John didn't say much when we got to his townhouse on the east side of town. I'd never gone home with a stranger, and as he led me to his bedroom, I tried to take in as much as I could. White linen furniture, industrial high ceilings, and brushed copper accents all over a large townhouse that had a new paint smell. "Strip." He watched me as I nervously took my clothes off. Fuck, why does this belt always get stuck. Impatiently, John pushed me on the bed, ripped my pants off, and spread my legs, launching his tongue deep into my ass. Fuck that feels good, I thought. Thank god I prepared for this. From kissing John earlier, I knew his tongue was longer than most. It's what I first recognized. I could almost feel his tongue diving down my throat. And now his tongue was deeper in my ass than any tongue had ever been. Hell, it felt deeper than some of the pencil dick college boys I've messed around with. Slowly swirling around the outside of my ass, then plunging in as deep as he could go. I buried my head in the egyptian pillow in front of me, grabbed on to the soft tufted headboard, and enjoyed the cool breeze from the fan above as his tongue invaded my very tight hole. I felt like I might cum. I reached around to grab my cock, and he swatted my hand away. "You can touch your cock once I'm inside you. Not until then," he commanded. John flipped me over on my back, took off my shirt, then took off his clothes. I felt my ass muscles contract from the cool air as my eyes locked on those massive, plump pecs, lightly covered with a thin layer of dark hair -- that designer chest hair you see in magazines, where it all lays perfectly in the right direction. Looking up at this muscle daddy on top of me, I knew then and there, I'd give him anything he wanted. "You're so beautiful", John said to me, as he slowly kissed my face, my neck, and nibbled ever so slightly on my ears, while I wrapped my arms and legs around his dominating back and tout waist. His long, thick cock gently teasing my hole. I'd never had a bare cock in my ass. And I got nervous as I felt his mushroom head starting to invade my hole. "I'll put on a condom later, but baby I've gotta feel that velvet smooth ass of yours first," he whispered in my ear, causing me to flinch when he gently rubbed his stubble against the sensitive part of my ear. We locked eyes, and inch by inch, John slowly slid his 9" cock into me. I winced in pain a few times, and he slowly leaned down and tugged on my nipples with his teeth and wet mouth. His cock was big -- bigger than I'd ever taken -- and thick. I knew tomorrow, I'd be sore. I finally felt his meaty balls and the bristly hair around his cock press flush against my very full ass. He kissed me, and gently started thrusting in an out. "Feel good?" he asked. "Yes." I reponded. "Yes, what?" He commanded. "Yes, sir," I said. "Call me daddy," John said, giving me a sexy half smile and quickly pulling his cock out to the tip and thrusting it all the way in. "Fuck, daddy," I winced in pain, but it quickly turned to pleasure. John fucked me like I'd never been fucked before. Why did it feel so good? Was it because I'd never had a raw cock in my ass? or was it because of him? I knew later this would be on my mind, among other things. Hard and fast, John mounted me on my stomach, not letting me touch myself. He then pulled me on my knees so that his chest was pressed against the middle of my back. The arch of his cock rubbing right against prostate. He held my stomach, kissed my ear, and in a slow rhythm, my ass fully accepted his cock as a welcome visitor. "You want to cum? You've got to work for it," John said as he spun me around and pulled me onto his lap. Up until this point, I'd forgotten all about a condom. Then I panicked a little. "Should you put on a condom?" I nervously asked. "Do you want me to?" John replied. I paused, I looked down at that beautiful long cock. I slowly moved my eyes up to his pecs, and that stubbly face, and his bald head, and then his deep blue eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slowly got on top of him, and slid down his bare cock all the way to the base. "Good boy," John said. I rode him for a few minutes. I was getting close, and I hadn't even touched myself. I was getting close to losing control, when John reached down, grabbed my cock, and jerk it violently. "Cum for me baby boy," John said. I coated his chest in cum, splattering semen all of his pics and chin. "Lick it up," John said. I did -- slowly slurping up the quickly cooling cum from his chest -- and then his chin. Before I could swallow, John kissed me, and his stretched tongue once again invaded my mouth and throat, like he was trying to steal the cum away from me. I felt his cock pulse inside my slightly sore ass, but I wasn't sure if he had cum. John flipped me on my back, grabbed my ankles, and slammed his cock into me. He was no longer fucking me, he was pounding my ass. Relentlessly. Quickly. Owning my hole. The soreness I felt was quickly fleeting, and within 30 seconds, my cock was rock hard again. "You want my cum?" John asked. "Fuck yea, daddy." I said. "Where?" John asked. I didn't know what to say. I'd never had a bare cock, let alone cum in my ass. Did he want to cum inside me? Where else would he want to? Would it be safe? Could a man this beautiful have any wrong intentions? "Tell me you want daddy to breed that boy hole," John said, before I could respond to his first question. I tossed inhibitions to the wind. "Fuck yea, breed my daddy. I want that load deep in my ass." John flashed that sexy grin, then a few second later, I saw his sweaty pecs tense up, and I knew he was about to cum, I was about to get my first load in my ass. But right before he shot, John abruptly pulled out of my ass and sprayed cum, and I mean a lot of fucking cum, all over my chest. Some of it even hit my face and my nose. Fuck, that was hot. Fuck, I wanted that inside me. Fuck, why did he pull out? I was too scared to ask.

? INTERVIEW WITH A DEMON (WARNING: Deep evil, immoral, ritual, Devil, demonic - story fiction) Like any other day, it starts with the thought of sex. From the time I wake up in the morning with a hard-on. My usual routine is to jack off and start the day. If I don’t, I’m driven to search out sex throughout the day. This particular day, I forgo the jack-off routine and check my ad emails online. Hoping to make a hook-up. I Proceeded to get a couple hits over night. Sometimes I get lucky and others I can tell it’s just plain run-around. I write back or just delete. But, one email caught my eye. It had subject titled “ HAIL Sarah Palin” What the fuck! Not one for scam or wacko emails. I was so close to deleting the email and move on. My finger, curiously moved from the delete button, My hand moved the mouse like a Ouija game board marker. Before I knew it, the email opened up. A brief description opened up above my ad. “Hail brother! We saw your ad. My name is Jason. I’m 45 y.o, 5’-9”, 190#, bald, 8” cock. Let’s meet. Hope to hear back from you!.” It was a simple response. Attached to the email were a couple pics of Jason. One was a close up picture of his thick cock and hanging balls. Though, a couple things caught me off guard. Who is “We”? And what is with this “Hail brother” and “Hail Sarah Palin”? Trembling from the simple email, I was intrigued. Not sure what to do. Being a clean cut type with Christian upbringing, I paused. In the end, I sent back a reply. Very basic email. Not giving out too much information. As I “SEND” my email I started to get up, a “ding” email came back. It was from Jason. Damn, he must have been sitting at his computer anticipating to hear from me. I opened it up and it said he was available anytime. He preferred to meet at his place and in the evening or nights. It gave his text/phone number. It showed local number. Hey, what the heck, I texted him back right away. We had a open basic dialog back and forth for 10 minutes. I wasn’t still sure of what this was all about. I was still intrigued but unsure if I wanted to meet with him. But, he was insistent in meeting this evening. I agreed to time and his place.

SPEED BREEDING: Garrett was a self-proclaimed ‘ugly old troll’ but he had a fucking killer dick. His dick was long, thicker than a beer can - I know, I measured it several times and every time I stood in awe –his dick had numerous weird bumps and humps on it like some Medieval fairy tale, and spewed unmedicated POZ cum like an Arabian Stallion. I first met Garrett about 20 years ago at my very first “Sunday Funday” at one of the local gay bars. I don’t really do the whole gay scene, but the friends I was living with after just moving to town the day before took me with them as they were regulars and it was the place to see and be seen on a Sunday afternoon after all the queens had left church. We had not been on the patio of the bar for 5 minutes before my friend tapped me on the arm and held his drink forth like a royal scepter to point at a man sitting just in the shadows of the patio roof, “See him? That one? DON’T EVER talk to him. We NEVER speak with him.” He then proceeded to give the financial review and resume summary of all the ‘DC power queens’ in attendance - those he expected me to bow to, kiss their fucking hand, and pretend like I gave a fuck about their Martha Stewart Living chintz condo. I was at the bar, trying to get drink refills for my two friends and I to no avail. I had moved further and further down the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention and was literally leaning up on the bar on my forearms practically yelling at the jerk and was about to give up when someone squeezed my right arm, “Let me,” he said. It was Garrett. I shrugged, he said one word, “THOMAS!” and the bartender could not turn and pay attention to him fast enough. I was in awe. As Thomas was busy preparing my order I gave Garrett my thanks, “It’s nothing,” he said, “Thomas shows up at my door about four nights a week after the bar closes begging for my dick and load up his ass so the boy knows what’s at stake.” I blanched a bit at his bluntness, turned to see who else might have heard, then Garrett set his hand on my arm again, “I know what your friends over there say and think about me. I know what they all say and think about me. Ask me if I give a flying fuck! Half these fucking queens are ankles up on my bed at least once during the week as I fuck the shit out of them so here’s to you!” Wow - and I instinctively glanced down at his crotch and saw a fucking GIANT bulge straining his summer whites. Garrett’s hand was back on my arm, “You trying to get fucked?” I didn’t know what to say to that either. He spoke up again, “THOMAS! Double shots - Tequila - NOW!” The bartender bobbed his head, stopped the drink he was mixing, and poured four shots of Tequila in front of us. I’m more of a beer guy, but figured what the hell. I matched Garrett shot for shot and was soon stumbling through the crowd as I followed him to a door at the back marked NO ENTRY. He turned the lock, we stepped in, “YOU’RE NEW IN TOWN RIGHT?” GARRETT ASKED, “ I KNOW I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED THAT ASS. PULL THOSE FUCKING SHORTS DOWN.” I obeyed without question, but once the pain of his raw cock ripping my hole open took the edge off the liquor I begged him to pull out and put a condom on. He just laughed, stuck a bottle under my nose and said, “Sniff this powder,” then kept fucking me. Before I knew it Garrett was rubbing my head like I was a pound puppy, “That’s some good ass boy. Just loaded you up. Here’s my number. Any time you need some good dick you just call.” The door opened and closed and I was alone. I tried to pull myself together, but felt pretty fucked up so when I left the stock room we had been in. I stumbled down the stairs, out to the curb, and caught a cab back to my friends’ place. I was together enough to call the bar from a pay phone, to have them paged, and to let them know I had come home and crashed and was not feeling well. I deflected their questions the next day and really did not think much about what had happened until I found the crumpled up paper in my pocket with the number. I called it. Garrett picked up on the second ring. There was no preamble, “Yeah I remember you. You need some more dick huh? Stop at the liquor store on your way. I need a bottle of Vodka.” Just over an hour and two shots of vodka later I was bent over in Garrett's hallway as he bred me with his massive, deformed, raw dick. With my pants still down around my ankles and his cum dripping from my hole, he led me to his bedroom pushed me onto the bed, undressed me, shoved some coke in front of my nose for me to snort, then handed me a bottle of poppers as he eased back up my cummy ass and started exploring. The coke made me high as fuck and one load was not enough. Two was not enough. Unlike my friends - and their friends - who I knew were prudes and would have had some snide comment, Garrett just smiled, patted me on the arm and said, “No worries. I know just who to call.” Less than 20 minutes later there was a horse dick sized BBC plowing my ass raw as Garrett sat quietly in the living room watching his TV. Once done, with BBC cum odor still filling the air, Garrett smiled, “Feel better? I’m sure you do. I always do after he fucks me. Yes, yes, I know I have a big dick, but as you know, sometimes there’s just nothing that feels better than a big black man fucking the hell out of you. OK. What are you doing Friday night?” I was fucked silly right then and could barely form two words, but Garrett went on, “Look. I throw a party one Friday a month at a parking garage over on P Street. It’s a sex party. Everyone thinks it’s Dean’s, which it is, but he’s the front man really. I own the garage, but that is neither here nor there.” (Not until a couple years later at the reading of his will would I come to realize yes he owned that property, which was bought by Whole Foods, as well as a majority of the club where I first met him, and a bunch of other shit in town that no one ever knew about). “The party attracts several hundred people over the course of the night, but a select bunch are invited into the VIP area. You can make some good cash if you help me. All I need is for you to offer that thick white ass to whoever wants to fuck and breed it - no questions asked. I will give you all the coke you need, it will be totally anonymous - your queenie friends and the fucking royal court will never know you are there let alone part of my Speed Breeding set up. You like? Speed Breeding? One of my guys manages it, but it’s my idea. There are two, maybe three bottoms - total cum dumps - who will have their ass up in a curtained off area. For $20, any top gets 5 minutes to fuck and cum if he can. The more cum you take, the more tips you get, the more money you make. You got a fucking hungry ass and you can still call me anytime you need some raw dick, but I’d really love to set you up for the Speed Breeding. I think you would be fucking perfect - what do you say?” HELL - I WAS DRUGGED UP, MY HOLE WAS FUCKED OUT, AND MY GUTS FILLED WITH CUM - WHAT DID HE THINK I WOULD SAY? Stay tuned for part 2. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

“Wakey, wakey little bro” I said slapping my semi-conscious brother across his face. He blinked slowly as his eyes began to open fully, staring up at my grinning face before realising he couldn’t move properly, swivelling to his left then right and seeing that he was naked and that his legs and arms were outstretched with his ankles tied to his wrists and in turn fastened somewhere off the sides of the bed he was lying on. He couldn’t say anything because he was wearing a ball gag and the full realisation of his predicament was sinking in. He was totally naked and his smooth ass and cunt hole were totally exposed. He tried to say something into the ball gag and I laughed, “What’s that little bro?” I asked, “You say you’re looking forward to this afternoon, that’s good little bro” I replied, talking over his struggling and clearly angry tirade. I slapped his face hard again and he immediately stopped, looking up with tears welling in his eyes. “That’s better you little cunt” I said looking down at him sternly, “You need to learn some respect” He also noticed now that I too was naked, standing before him with my fat cock dangling limply between my legs. “I guess you’re wondering why I’ve got you tied naked to my bed, hey little bro?” I asked him. He stared up at me and said nothing, “Well it’s a bit of story really and begins with me finding out that you’ve been secretly filming me in my room for the last year.” I watched my brother’s reaction and it was of a guy with sudden dawning realisation that he’d been caught doing wrong and was probably going to have to pay for it. Of course, he didn’t yet know how. “So imagine my surprise when one of my buds rings me up to tell me he’s seen a video clip on a porn site of a guy getting his cunt fucked, who looked a lot like me”, I continued on, “It turns out there wasn’t just one clip either, but a few, all with a title saying ‘My bro getting pozzed’”, I stopped for more reaction but my brother knew he was in trouble now and just stared up at me looking scared. “Well I decided to check out my room and guess what I found”, holding up a small black cube, “A fucking camera, actually, three fucking cameras.” “Well little bro, I thought two could play at this and I set a couple up in your room, only one of mine was pointed at your computer so I could see what your password was” I said grinning, “IFUCKBOYS; that was quite interesting. I didn’t know you were gay as well little bro but then I saw you and your hot friend making out while you both watched me getting cock”. My brother was listening intently but he couldn’t do anything except stare up, still with tears in his eyes. “So you like seeing your big bro getting dick, that right, you little shit?” I asked, slapping him again. “You know, I should really thank you” I said stepping back and sitting on the end of the bed next to him, “I did actually want some record of my conversion and you filmed it for me. I don’t think you knew at the time, but I had four toxic guys come and use me a few months ago and you captured the whole thing. How they all took turns raping my cunt and loading me with HIV poz cum. You filmed my conversion.” I said, placing a hand on his smooth six pack stomach. “Remember when I got ill a month ago and was sick for a week. Mum thought I had the flu, which I did, but it was fuck flu, and now I’m poz and I’m very toxic right now too” I said grinning down at him and stroking his naked skin. “So little bro, I’m gonna help you out” I started, “I’ve invited the same four poz guys back round and we’re going to rape your neg cunt all night. We’re going to convert you too, because you want it don’t you little bro?” I finished, staring into his eyes and gripping his cock. He began to shake and I could see terror in his eyes but his dick was swelling in my hand and I knew somewhere in his head he was turned on, “You like that don’t you” I said squeezing his cock. I turned to the door and called, “Hey guys”. My brother looked up at the door as it opened and in walked four familiar and totally naked guys, sporting a variety of builds and semi-hard cocks from large to lethal looking. “Little bro, let me introduce you to Aleksy, Joe, Ethan and Rob” I said. The four guys were a bit of a mix of build but all were athletic to muscular, with Rob, the most standout of them all; black, muscular, tattooed and clearly massive in the cock department. Even limp it was lethal looking. Ethan was perhaps slightly more emaciated than athletic looking, and had some bruising to his skin, which was because he had Aids. I knelt up on the bed with my cock slowly rising and each guy stepped up for a kiss and a cock fondle, which I made sure my sibling could see clearly. “Well boys, this is Matthew my little bro and the shit who needs to be taught a lesson.” I said with an evil grin. Matt looked at me and continued to shake a little before realising each guy behind me was also looking down at him with a look of utter lust and desire to rape him. “Now I reckon you boys should do to him what you did to me and in the order we discussed.” I said winking at them, before stepping up off the bed and reaching for a video camera. “And don’t worry bro, I’m going to film the whole thing so I can sell you’re rape and conversion to a porn site.” With that, Aleksy, the first of the four studs moved forward to the bed and climbed on, his fat dick dangling semi erect. Aleksy was Polish with a nice muscular body and short dark hair. I’d met him online and we’d fucked plenty. He was totally top but could be a dirty shit, which I loved very much. He didn’t waste any time in grabbing my bros now erect dick and squeezing it hard so we could hear an intake of air through the ball gag, before leaning down and rimming out Matt’s unprotected ass hole. I was capturing the action by the side of my brother and would focus on his expression, which right now and considering his predicament, was one of pleasure, as Aleksy kept forcing his tongue into my bros cunt, squeezing and wanking his cock. It wasn’t long before my bro received his first cock of the day as Akeksy forced his now eight inch fat dick roughly into Matt who was clearly in some discomfort not having time to adjust. Very soon Aleksy was fucking my bro hard and deep while the other guys stood round wanking their dicks. I got plenty of close ups of cock in cunt and of Matt’s face as he had clearly begun to enjoy this, possibly forgetting the deadly load he was about to receive. For the next twenty odd minutes my bro was relentlessly fucked with Aleksy occasionally gripping his neck, squeezing and then spitting in his face. The look on my sibling’s face was exquisite because he couldn’t prevent any of it. Finally, I knew Aleksy was close and got the camera right in as he slowed and began groaning loudly before pumping the first toxic load into my brother’s negative cunt. I also noticed Matt was suddenly back to reality and realising what was happening as his eyes went from a look of pleasure to terror. He clearly liked the fucking but wasn’t yet happy about the toxic ending. As Aleksy pulled out, I zoomed in on my bros ravaged cunt hole which was now seeping cum. “Joe, get in there and lick that out for me” I instructed as the next stud, a six foot four inch, athletically built and shaved headed guy was on the bed and kneeling at my bros exposed hole in an instant, licking out the dripping cum. I wanked my own cock as I filmed it, “Let me taste Joe” I said as he turned to me, grinning, with cum on his lips and face. We kissed quickly and he pushed the felched splooge into my mouth. I swallowed it all as Joe spat some on his nice fat seven inch cock and lined up to fuck Matt. Joe raped my bro for a good half an hour and clearly my brother was now beginning to come to terms with his predicament because he was clearly now enjoying being fucked. When Joe eventually let out a loud and lengthy groan, I knew he was dumping a huge load. Joe was a heavy cummer and sure enough as I zoomed in again, the cum practically squirted out my brother’s cunt hole, now nicely stretched and red raw. It was Ethan’s turn next, the emaciated Aid’s riddled breeder. My bro eyed him with clear trepidation but Ethan didn’t waste the cum dripping out, he too went down for a felch and not bothering to ask, I went in too and was rewarded with a nice mouth full of the fresh splooge. Ethan’s cock was long, thin and bruised but was soon ravaging my brothers hole. The sweat was pouring off the pair of them and with Rob still side lined and wanking his enormous nine inch shaft, he knelt next to Ethan and licked off his sweat before they kissed hard. Joe couldn’t hold back either and was kneeling by the side of the bed, wanking my brother as he was being fucked before turning to me and sucking my cock as I filmed on. Soon, Ethan too ejaculated into my brother, “Ah little bro, your first Aid’s load” I cried as the other guys laughed. My brother’s expression was harder to work out now, it looked very much like he was happy to have received it. I could have been wrong, “You know what guys, I reckon the dumb little fuck slut is starting to enjoying this now” Ethan pulled out of Matt’s hole and stood up so that Rob could finally get at my brothers red raw cunt. Rob had been waiting a long time now and didn’t want to delay, he simply fingered out some of the cum in my brother’s hole, smeared It on his cock and then rammed it fully into his hole. We all heard the scream, even with a ball gag on, it couldn’t muffle my brothers discomfort and laughing again, we watched as Rob power-drived nine inches of BBC into my young brothers ravaged hole. Matt was in clear discomfort having never had something so big inside him and Rob was intent on tearing his ass hole as we noticed a few trickles of blood now dripping out. Joe was getting me close as I continued to film as best as I could and capturing the power of Rob as he fucked my brother, which was awe-inspiring. The whole bed was shaking as he continued to force his massive tool into Matt, a pleasure I have experienced many times. I knew I was close now, “Rob, hold up” I said through gritted teeth and pulling free of Joe, I knelt up on the bed and while I filmed, Joe may made me cum, with a few last strokes by hand and so that I shot my load onto Rob’s exposed cock, “Some more lube” I groaned. Rob grinned and continued to fuck my brother, pushing my cum into my siblings hole. Finally, Rob let out a deep guttural growl and slowed as he pumped yet another toxic load into my brother as the sweat dripped off them, spreading over the entire bed. My brother was clearly in some distress but that didn’t bother me at all. Knowing he was being knocked up was much more important. To be continued……………….

Jaybird Yes this is an issue. I’ve received over 300 notifications. It does not matter if notifications are turned off.

You have some good ideas there. You should consider writing some stories.

My HIV status is my responsibility,now it’s available I choose PREP. Before it was available I practised safer sex (miserable) Now I have a choice. i love my life. I also wouldn’t be a passenger in a car with a drunk , drugged driver.

I have to cum inside ass. It's like a territorial thing with me. I dont pull out. I could care less about that pornstar money shot shit. In my view the top hasn't bred until his load is planted raw in the bottoms ass. No swallowing, facials, etc. Pure bareback breeding.

I subscribe every single word of your post.

Part 2. It was a Fall gray gloomy evening. I anxiously drove to the given address. It took a good hour. I parked across the street from an older historic style Bungalow home. Unkept exterior. Nothing unusual in this neighborhood. Though, the exterior was dark. It had a front porch with railings that needed work and dead ivy growing to the ceiling. Shrubs that needed trimming. A wrought iron gate around the yard. A gravel driveway that led to a large leaning garage in the back. No vehicles in the driveway. My gaze looked up toward the peak and I saw a round disk diagram star nailed to the upper front exterior wall. I slightly shuttered came over me. My skin began to get chilled. Was I at the right house? It looked abandoned. Though there were some dimly lit windows. I approached the house. some scattered leaves blew in front of me. As to block me. I stepped on them to make a crunching sound. I knocked on the door and stood silently. I heard nothing, but wind blowing leaves. Then I heard “Hey! Over hear.” to my surprise was a shadowy figure sitting in the shadow of the porch. I must have jumped and twisted toward the voice. “Hail Sarah Palin!”. I uttered the same response. The figure man stood up and was taller than I thought. He glided across the porch floor toward me. An illusion since there was no lights on. His arms reached out toward me and embraced me. His left arm slithered down and cupped my crotch and further to my rear ass. He gave a firm grasp of my right ass cheeks. He said, “Come inside.” The unlocked tall door opened up so effortlessly. he still had his had down at my ass kneading my ass cheek and fingering my ass crack. Inside was no different in temperature; cold. And, my eyes were straining to see inside for lack of lighting. The door shut behind us. The wall sconce lights came on dimly to light the walls that had embossed blood burgundy color wall paper. Tall ceilings and dark stained wood floor. Around front room was a main fireplace. A small gas flame flared up to light the fake logs. Above the mantle was a large 4’x6” oil painting what appear to be rows of corn. The painting was disturbing. Perhaps because of the dark colors and the twisting of the corn with a single path leading into darkness. Darkness that seemed mesmerizing and draws the eye in further. Jason was still clinging to me. I was getting excited since my cock was showing signs of getting bigger in my tight jeans. I felt the warmth of the fire inside the fireplace. He guided me to a leather couch and we sat next to each other. At this time I reached out and felt his chest. He was proud as he felt my hands touch his chest. He closed his eyes and took a steady breath inward to extend his chest even further. His right hand firmly grasp around my wrist and pushed further into his upper chest. Pulling my had down to his abdomen and finally to his crotch. Inside his pants was one big hard throbbing cock! Jason spoke up after a few minutes of us fondling each other. “You know why you are here…don’t you?” I looked at him with a sly smirk and said, “Well, yeah!” He responded and said, “I don’t think so!” He proceeded to remove my hand from his crotch and he stood up. He looked so impressive towing over me. He took a few steps toward the fireplace and gazed into it with a silent stare. He spoke in a methodical deep voice. “We want you to join our family. You see, I represent the…clan. A group of close-knit and interrelated group of men. With strong common interest.”

Coaching and cumcatching The heavy metal doors opened into the high school atrium with a whoosh of air, and immediately Paul felt déjà vu, recalling the hundreds, perhaps thousands of times he’d walked through these doors on his way to class. Now, he was back, almost a decade later, and it felt like he’d been there yesterday. The difference was Paul was no longer a flabby teen with bacne, glasses and braces. He’d grown a few inches at college, gotten contacts, and learned the proper balance of eating right and working out. The result allowed him to strut a little as he passed 4 teen girls, each undressing him with their eyes, gawking at his trim waist, muscular legs, chest and arms, and his firm bubble butt. Yet even with his adult body, ears of college training, and almost 5 years of real world experience, part of Paul wanted to run straight for the dark corner of the auditorium where he spent many afternoons running the lights for shows he never got cast in, eventually memorizing every inch of it so he could do his job in pitch black. He felt invincible in that spot, unseen and in total command. That same dark nook also held fond memories of his first sexual experimentation with handsome, talented, kind, sexy Tom Downey. No one ever understood why tall, muscular, gorgeous Tom hung around with chunky, dorky Paul, but they were inseparable when Paul wasn't relegated to run lighting, while Tommy shined on stage (not to mention on the swim team and baseball team). Most schools would not have intermixed theatre kids with athletes, but Franklin high had been home to one of the country’s top high school theatre programs for almost as many years as it had been presided over by Mrs. Nancy Wheeler. She had started in the mid-seventies and within a few years she’d made the drama department as profitable for the school as any of the athletics, before it became the city’s magnet school in the early 80’s. It was what made Paul, and many others, work tirelessly to get transferred to Franklin. Paul had always dreamed of performing in shows and movies, but Mrs. Wheeler popped that bubble on his first day, informing him he was too plain and shy to ever be more than a techie. It was her m.o. to tactlessly burst kids’ dreams that way, earning her the nickname Pinwheeler. Thus when they both tried out for 'the Tempest' their freshman year, Paul was stuck as a lighting assistant, training to work the control console while getting stuck with other jobs to fill the time. Tom however, got a lead role, and tried to help his bud by requesting Paul be his costume helper. Night after night, Paul pretended not to notice Tom’s hard cock while they hurried to get him out of a complex velvet period costume and into another. Closing night the friends went to the cast party and were talked into smoking some weed with a few seniors, including the only openly gay couple at the school. Stoned and giggly, they wandered around the host's house while Tom confided he'd caught the gay guys blowing each other one night in the parking lot. Paul still can't remember who initiated it, but minutes later they took turns swallowing each others' cum loads in a guest bedroom. Some guys would pretend it hadn't happened and get all weird but Paul and Tom decided they wanted more and began sucking, jerking and fingering every chance they got. By summer break Paul had trained Tom to take 3 fingers before they spent a month as roomies at a theatre camp. Neither duffle bag was even unzipped before Paul bred Tom's hole for the first time. When sophomore year started, Tom's butt was taking at least 10 loads a week. If Tom hadn’t regularly provided some hot ass, Paul would probably have given up on theatre since he was always losing roles to the same boy he routinely cornholed. 'Pinwheeler' assumed Paul had a crush on Tom, and told him once that, just as he would never succeed in acting, Paul had no chance of landing a leading role in Tom's life either. Paul smiled now remembering her words. Last year he’d made close to 3 million bucks acting. He wasn’t a movie star, but he’d gained the skill and confidence in college to get him steady work and recently landed a recurring supporting role on a cable drama series. That's why Paul graciously agreed to volunteer his help when his alma mater sent a letter requesting his expertise judging their short film contest. It didn’t hurt that the new teacher assisting Pinwheeler was fresh out of college, 6’4” with black hair, blue eyes, golden skin, and a thick muscular build. Paul was already planning to come to judge the videos to show Pinwheeler she was wrong, but decided to offer his help from start to finish when he saw Mr. Dick Carson's photos on Facebook. He paused as he reached for the door to enter the theatre room. This was the first time he’d be entering as the star, and after all his fantasizing of how it would be, he suddenly realized he needed to leave that behind if he was going to do these kids any good. Still, he took a moment to relish the look of wonder and embarrassment on Pinwheeler’s face when the whole class mobbed him before he’d even made it through the door. That afternoon, every student in the theatre magnet program watched and listened to everything he said with awe and admiration. At the end of the day, over 200 kids had taken his advices as gospel, and once again Paul found himself surrounded by fans, all hoping he’d agree to help them with some aspect or another of their videos. Mr. Carson stepped in just in time, informing the kids they would each get a chance to meet with Paul as each step of the process was submitted. Paul’s cock twitched as Mr. Carson’s arms guided him into Pinwheeler’s office and away from the kids. Over the next few sessions, the students got less pushy, and Paul found himself really enjoying being able to help them take their ideas and transform them into some truly funny, smart and marketable short films. A few seniors in the group were planning on submitting their films as audition pieces for college programs focusing on screenwriting, directing, cinematography and of course acting. He was shocked to discover that these students hadn’t been indoctrinated with Pinwheeler’s agenda, showcasing the acting talents of all shapes and sizes, while encouraging the beautiful girls and handsome boys to try their hand behind the scenes. Mr. Carson finally explained over drinks one Friday evening, that the administration had been receiving complaints for years about Pinwheeler’s harsh doses of reality and prejudiced approach. It was getting worse now that she was almost 70, so Mr. Carson had been hired to train under her before she was given the option of retirement or demotion. Paul tried not to show his delight in the news, but he did offer his congrats to Mr. Carson, adding that ”the kids are in great hands with you, Mr. Carson. These past few weeks, I’ve seen you open the minds of each kid in there, and I’m sure you’ll continue to evolve the program in many more exciting ways.” “Please Paul, call me Dick. After all, I never would’ve been able to pull this off without your generosity. I’m sure you’d prefer to spend your break from filming somewhere other than back in the little town high school where you were never appreciated.” Paul’s cock hardened slightly with thoughts of all the butts he could be breeding during this time. He and Tom only managed to enjoy clandestine rendezvous once they went to college, before Tom settled down with a girl they knew. Their last shared load was the day of his wedding, his tux pants around his ankles, while groom’s man Paul fished his cock from the fly of his own tux, bent Tom over a catering cart in the dish pantry while the bride and her family took photos, and committed his one and only act of infidelity, sealed with a load of semen deep inside. Paul started exploring his options at school after that, and discovered he had a lot now that he was in shape, taller and his Dick had grown to its full adult length of 8 thick cut inches. At first he fucked every butt that would bend over for him, but was shocked into secrecy when one of his regular cum-dumps was outed on the local late night news. Turns out the slim young preppy guy he’d met online was actually a married father of 4 and minister for an extremely conservative church the next town over. As Paul watched the man’s life dissolve into tabloid fodder and late night jokes, Paul made a rule: always be dating a hot girl, while secretly mating a hot boy, but never let either know the other. So now he was seeing some young actress he’d met doing a commercial, and hooking up with guys online for anonymous breedings. She was too busy to do much more than escort him down red carpets and be “caught” by paparazzi kissing, and his butt boys never saw his face. He’d even found a group in LA that hosted monthly orgies requiring every guy wear a mask. Since he’d been back home, he’d been too worried about being discovered to do anything other than jerk in the shower each morning after his work out. Usually this involved scenarios featuring Mr. Carson or some of the well developed high school boys bent over the editing computer or up against the stall door of the restroom, begging for Paul’s cum inside their holes. Paul came back to earth when he realized Mr. Carson, Dick, had not removed the arm from around Paul’s shoulders since placing it there when he was thanking him. He forgot himself for a second and glanced into Dick’s lap, observing a big lump snaking its way down his left leg, proving that Dick had the right name. “I bet you miss having your girl around especially,” Dick said while beginning to rub his arm down Paul’s back. “saw her on TMZ last month. She is one hot piece of pussy. I can’t imagine having to give up pounding that for a month just to help out an inexperienced teacher and a bunch of snotty brats.” His laughter sent a bolt to paul’s cock, and paul assured him that he was loving the time with Dick, and the kids, finishing (pretty unconvincingly) by adding that he did miss her tight pussy. “seems unfair that you’re being so helpful and won’t get laid till after you leave. Of course you could always enjoy some local fare, especially since there are so many people here who’d do anything to show you how much we appreciate you being here.” Dick chose that moment to move away from Paul, walking over to the bottle on his counter, and refilling Paul’s glass with some cheap rum and store brand coke. “Hell, I can’t even offer you really coke for your cocktails, but you could have your pick of any girl in town and most of the guys.” “Sounds fun until you remember how quickly those guys… and girls would jump online and spill to 4 million of their closest strangers. It would be the end of my relationship, not to mention my trust worthy reputation as the good boy of cable TV.” He walked back over as Paul explained the downside to cheating as a semi-celeb, but didn’t sit. This meant his large unfurling penis was eyelevel with Paul. “that does suck, I just hope you know you have given so much of your time and energy, you’ve earned a friend in me and I’d never do anything to jeopardize our relationship and its future.” Dick rook a step closer. “our relationship and its future…” Paul leaned forward to take a drink and Dick could feel his hot breath through his thin grey work slacks. “I am willing to do anything to secure the future of this program at the school and would never exploit our relationship as friends. So what can we do to ensure you are motivated to return every year and provide your services?” Dick didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he pulled Paul’s head forward until his giant man meat was up against Paul’s face. Once they made first contact, it was only seconds before they were naked on the kitchen floor, 69ing and playing with each other’s asses. Before Paul could catch a breath between inhaling Dick’s Dick, He was being flipped on his stomach and Dick was using the olive oil from their salads to finger Paul’s hole. “whoa Dick, I don’t catch, especially not a massive log like yours. I’m all pitching, but I’d love to take a toss at your butt.” Paul tried to get an angle on Dick’s hole, but Dick confirmed that he, too, was all top. Disappointed, they made the best of it and spent the rest of the evening eating each other’s cum loads. When Paul went back to the house he was renting, he almost turned off the highway to cruise a rest stop, before he reminded himself what dire consequences that could mean. The next few days working with the kids were even more fun than before now that Paul was taking breaks 3 or 4 times a day to feed Dick his load and swallow Dick’s semen. As he suspected, Dick had a hot muscled body, but with much more mass and less definition. Combined with his 9 inch uncut Dick and hairy chest and Paul was hopelessly desperate for each suck session. He even started dreaming about letting Dick fuck him in his almost virgin hole. He and Tom had tried once unsuccessfully (with Tom cumming too soon and Paul screaming in pain), and Paul had tried again his first year in LA with a TV star from his childhood. One of the first gigs Paul got after moving to Hollywood was a guest spot on a failed crime drama about a gay closeted cop and his drug addicted partner. The star playing the gay cop, ‘Bert’, was famous 10 years before for playing a wholesome dad, and he hoped he could redefine his image with the show. Paul played a male prostitute who witnessed a murder, was taken into protective custody and then sleep with the cop. Paul had had a crush on ‘Bert’ since he first saw him, and couldn’t believe that even at 40, he was still extremely well built and full of charm. After some long days filming sex scenes over and over, Bert noticed Paul getting excited while filming. Mortified, Paul apologized, but Bert told him it was no big deal and invited him to dinner to discuss his career. Paul was shocked when he arrived at Bert’s house when Bert answered the door naked. Bert offered Paul a drink while he got dressed, but Paul asked for some cock instead. Bert was all top, but Paul was starstruck, and decided to go for it when Bert told him he had some ghb that would help him relax and enjoy it. Within minutes of drinking it, Paul could barely stay conscious. Without any memory of how he got naked or upstairs, he found himself face down being roughly butt fucked by Bert. The pain was pretty severe since Bert didn’t use any lube, until he shot all over Paul’s hole. Too out of it to move, Bert said something about an encore and the next thing Paul knew, Bert was watching while a short buff, tattooed Latino forcefucked Paul’s stoned ass as well. After the ghb wore off, Bert tried to convince him to try some other stuff and stick around, but Paul politely declined while running out the door. His ads was sore for days after that, and ever since then, he’d only been a top. Now he found himself envisioning Dick stuffing his giant monster cock into his tight hole, and started using magic markers and a plastic ladle handle on his hole when he was jerking off. He was almost ready to ask Mr. Carson to teach his hole a new trick, when Dick got some bad news. Turned out his Mother was ill and he had to run off cross country that night. Paul sucked him off before he left, and prayed for a hot substitute, but no such luck. Finally ready to get fucked, and the guy he wanted to ride was 1000 miles away. That Friday, Paul was considering driving to the next town over for a shady internet hookup when he got a call from one of the students, frantic due to his laptop and thus, his entire film being stolen.

PART 3 It was dark in there, so I could not see who was doing me, but wow, did it feel good. Had to be the best bj I had ever had and my cock was stiff as steel and loving it. It was so good, I would not have stopped it if I wanted to. I was getting closer and closer to cumming. I could feel the tingle in my balls and was thrusting my hips at the mouth on me. I wanted that release, and needed it badly now. A couple of more minutes and I felt it. My cock started to throb and spurt after spurt of cum erupted into the waiting mouth. It was so intense and whoever was down there was definitey swallowing my spunk for sure and then I felt a finger ram up my ass and I erupted even more. Then I passed out again. I woke up again, wondering if I had had a dream or something. I started to raise up off of the bed I was on to discover that, no it had not been all a dream anyway as my shorts were in my hand. I quickly put them on and struggled to get up off of the bed. I was still pretty much out of it I guesss. I kind of staggered down the hall into the living room and the same 4 guys were still there. The game was still on so I could not have been out long at all. I took my seat again to find out that there was still a couple of minutes left in the game. I started to watch it and without thinking I reached out an picked up my drink. I was kind of dry so just gulped it before I realized what I was doing, but being already pretty drunk, it didn't seem to be a problem. A few minutes went by and the game over, finally with one team winning by a FG. I had to go pee again. I, again, staggered badly down the hall to the toilet and was only able to just drop my shorts, which fell to my feet and 'drain my radiator' LOL It was almost impossible for me to ben over an pull my shorts back up, so I stepped out of them and then picked them up and looking to see if anyone was in the hall, moved as quickly as I could to the bedroom, where I though maybe sitting down I could get them on. As I sat down, though, I fell over and again passed out. Could not have been very long though. As I came around again, I felt a new sensation. My shorts were still off, but not my legs seemed to be in the air somewhat and something wet was tickling the hell out of my ass. I could not remember feeling anything like this before and was somewhat surprised that my cock was up hard as a rock and was really tingling without being touched. It was still too dark to see who was down there, but I was feeling so good I didn't want it to stop so I didn't say anything. Whoever was doing this to me was, it seemed mighty good at it, as it went on and on, feeling so good. Never in my life had this been done to me and I had no idea anything like that could feel like this. It soon became apparent to me that whoever it was was using their tongue to make me feel like this. I just laid back and enjoyed it. My hole was being licked and slobbered on and at times it seemed like the tongue was actually pushing into my hole. It was fantastic and I was in rapture almost. Then I felt what something a little different. It seemed like maybe a finger was rubbing my hole also. It felt great too and at times seemed to probe a little into my hole along with the tongue. It was driving me crazy with lust for sure.

Went on a Cuba cruise.... told the porter in charge of my room I was a slut who wanted to be fucked as much as possible. He hooked me up with other stewards and passengers who wanted to fuck.... I got bred all the way to Cuba, in Cuba, and back again....

I've been split roasted a few times. I love it. My friend Ivan invited other tops to join in from time to time, including his twin brother. I dream of being a party and be the cum dump.

PART 7 The next day, I relived the experience at Tim’s. I had almost no regrets. The hiv thing scared me, but not enough to keep me from already looking forward to more. I thought about what had happened after we had fucked. Tim really seemed to like fucking me. He asked me again about the hiv thing and reminded me that In the moment, I had not only been ok with it, I had asked him for it. For his poz cum. Those words were going thru my head a lot. I knew I had said it. And the words had a weird effect on me now the next day. They scared me and made me hArd. It was totally messing with me. And I was still totally getting the “stop doing this, this is crazy” messages In my brain, but I had jerked off three times in the last 18 hours since his cock had ejaculated into me. And I was still horny. I wanted him, even still a little sore, I wanted to get fucked. By 8 that night, I was online and messaging Tim, but he wasn’t on. I waited and waited til almost ten. He must have been busy and I couldn’t just show up. I was so horny at this point, so eager to service him, to worship cock. I figured I would give it a few more minutes. My Dick was rock hard and sex was leading all thoughts. I didn’t see any hot guys on the site . I signed off and as I did, a thought occurred to me. I had driven by it many times and it was only twenty minutes Away, in the business district. I wasn’t even sure if the stories were true about the adult book store, that it was mostly a place for gay guys to hook up. Something about a maze of private video booths with 100 different pornos to pick from and that guys would go into the booths and fuck and suck. The owner of the place was gay and actually encouraged it. It sounded like an urban legend that was fake but what if it wasn’t? What if there were some hot guys, older guys like Tim, just there horny and looking to meet someone to fuck right there in the store? At 10:30 that night with a rock hard teenage cock and a hole that had just become addicted to raw man sex, it didn’t even seem like I had a choice. Even though I was literally so nervous I was nauseous, I was on my way. I was barely past my 18th birthday and on my way to my first adult book store, where I hoped that everything I heard was true and that I was on my way to meet a stranger I hoped would want to fuck me. I didn’t pretend or lie to myself. I wanted to get fucked by an older guy, no condom and no pulling out. And I wanted it so bad.

Part 11 As Charles was being filled with his first load of poz cum he wasn’t aware that the entire event was being receded. Once it was leaned who he was, the fact that his ultra conservative father would be enraged and embarrassed if he ever discovered that his son was a gay PnP boy. Chuck would probably be shunned, disowned and dis-inherited. The video would be good black male material. They figured to get money from this new bareback bottom they are creating. The money could be used for drugs, made improvements to the property or prize money for the best bottom of the month, which Sam won hands down for Charles. Charles kept taking poz load after poz load and slam after slam. They even got him on video begging for the guy to cum in his ass along with him begging for a slam. They had him right where they wanted him, they owned his ass. While Sam was fucking him for the third time he felt he needed to inform the member group bottom of his new found love for partying and taking raw dick. He told Charles, “I know you’re mind has been trying to process all that you gave been experiencing and feeling. Let me make this easy and simple for you to understand. After you leave here you’re going to try and deny that you were fucked up the ass. Then one night you’ll dream about my cock or any man’s cock filling your ass. You might even try to distract yourself with your girlfriend. I guarantee you won’t be successful. You’ll be calling me to give you the only thing that will satisfy the itch you’ll be feeling for a needle in your arm and a cock up your ass.” With that said, Sam delivered another poz load inside the formerly straight Charles. That same night David brought a total top who, in his opinion, was to cocky and needed to be brought down to realty. He thought he was God's gift to every bottom I the world. His name was Brandon and he was a ‘stud’ of pure muscle at 6’ 2”, 185 pounds, blond hair, green eyes and a 10” cock. David hooked up with him a could times when he was in a bottoming mood. Although he was hung, he was a decent top, he only like to fuck bareback and party, he didn’t like his attitude. He worked it out for Brandon to get an invite to the party as or of the top and explained the major rule of the party. First rule no one leaves the party before 8 am and the second rule that they did not allow spectators, he’d have to be doing some fucking throughout the night. This wasn’t really a ‘party rule’ it was made up just for Brandon. They made sure every drink Brandon had was laced with GHB and Tina. It was calculated that along with what he was smoking the laced drinks would give him Tina dick. Sure enough after a couple hours he started to lose his rock hard 10” asking David for a ‘dick’ pill. David took him off to the side and gave him a blue sugar pill telling him it was Viagra. Brandon swallowed or down with a laced Gatorade adding more Tina to his already drugged up body. David gave him adequate time to try and get hard which was no use. At that point they reminded Brandon of the party rule and if he couldn’t get hard to fuck he was going to be fucked. Brandon furiously tried you get hard as he was being surrounded by several members that would have no problem getting him over to one of the slings and restraining him so that he can be fucked. Realizing that he was not going to get hard he quirky offered to leave only to be reminded of the first rule. Brandon didn’t need to be reminded of the second rule as the group had no problem escorting him over to the sing occupied by Benji. Benji knew of this plan and immediately got out of the sling abs retrieved the restraints, attached them on the chains and secured them on Brandon. The G he had consumed made this all too easy as he made a feeble attempted to get away. Now restrained I the sling his fate was sealed. David pulled out a slam and as quick as he placed in the sling his arm was tired off and the needle slid into his vein. Brandon didn’t know what hit him when the tourniquet was removed and the Tina flowed through his body. He coughed hard and was ready to have his bottom cherry finally busted, although it was not with his consent. With Tina in charge he was starting to discover the pleasure his ass was about to bring him for the first time. David began by rimming his virgin hole. Brandon had eaten plenty of ass, but this was the first time he’d be in the receiving end of a tongue. He immediately began to uncontrollably moan as David first licked, the probed into virgin territory. The objective was to get Brandon worked up that he would beg to be fucked, and it was working. When David began to use his fingers to apply lube (and slip in some Tina) it was making Brandon’s ass hungry to be filled. David asked the drugged up soon to be bottom, “How’s that hole? That hole seems to be liking to have my fingers inside.” Brandon could only moan, his drugged up brain was unable to turn any words. The response prompted David to remove his fingers which finally provoked a response from Brandon who exclaimed, “No! Put your fingers back in, it felt really good.” David was now standoff between Brandon’s legs, looking down at him with he lubed cock poised at his virgin ass telling the soon to be fucked virgin, “I’ve got something I think you’re going to learn you love having in your ass.” With that said, David began to penetrate the cocky, total top. Brandon was directed to look into the mirror above the sling, “Look at that cock as it takes you anal virginity.” At first Brandon said, “No” but as David sunk in deeper and deeper his ‘No's' turned into moans and David began to fuck him but the first time. Brandon was well aware that David was poz. The drugs affecting his brain told me that he needed to get fucked. David fucked him but a good 45 minutes before he was ready to breed the burner total top. He didn’t say a word as his pace quickened and his breathing became heavier. Brandon knew he was about to cum and knew from the type of party this was he was and to have that poz cum shot into his ass. His fate already sealed he accepted the facts and yelled out, “BREED MY NEG ASS WITH YOUR DIRTY POZ CUM!”

I have the exact same attitude as you,the ultimate is knowing that the top gets pleasure from killing

Part 47 　 I slept like a log and then woke up, at least mostly refreshed. I looked at my clock and found it to be only about 11:30 am. I was somewhat surprised at this as I thought I had slept longer. I felt a lot better though. I got up and then found out that although I felt awake, my hole was so sore I could hardly walk. I made my way into the shower to try and soak a few aches and pains away. As I soaked my aches away, I had time to reflect on what the hell I was doing. My God the sex was fantastic, but almost every load I had taken in my ass was HIV+. I loved the sex but what the hell was I doing keeping on taking load after load of positive cum in me and getting infected. Every time I would see a cock the last few days I wanted it in me, but no cure for what I was taking, was it worth it? I had been totally straight! What the hell was happening to me? I scrubbed and soaked and got the water hotter and hotter till the room was steaming. Damn it felt good to get my muscles to relax. By the time I decided to get out, almost an hour had gone by, I actually felt pretty darn good. Now, I just had to sit down and start to think this thing through and see what I thought would be best for me to do. I had no idea yet.

I may be in a minority but I prefer my guys to know what they are getting. Makes the sex hotter.

I fucking love being spit roasted. Being fucked bareback while sucking cock is awesome. I only take cock bareback, and I love one on my mouth and one in my ass. Dont get it often enough.

Part 2 As they entered the house they were greeted by the party host. David introduced Benji to John, grabbed a couple drinks off the counter, handing one to Benji before leading him out to the side patio. This patio was spared separated by a 6 foot wooden fence with a gate leading to the main pool patio. David knew the drinks contained G as this would make Benji more open to what he had planned. They sipped their drinks on the way to the private patio. Once there David began to down his, urging Benji to do the same. Once the drinks were gone the two immediately began making out again. David took a moment to ask Benji, “Are doing ok with us kissing?” Benji answered, “Yeah, I guess. The guy I was going to meet told me that he was curious sexually. I thought about experimenting with him. He didn’t show up and I met you. I glad you’re doing this with me.” David smiled, kissed Benji again telling him, “We can stop anytime you want. We don’t have to do anything you dying want to do.” Benji smiled back at David as the two kissed. David began to work on Benji's belt letting his pants drop to the ground. Benji followed David’s lead loosening his belt letting David's pants join his I the ground. They both shuffled out of their ankle restraints kicking off their shoes I the process. They were down to underwear, David in a nice pair a bikini briefs, Benji had a pair of boxers. Benji’s boxers didn’t last long when David slipped his finger into the waist band and removed them as he guided Benji to a mattress in the corner of the patio. Getting Benji on his back, he pushed his legs back saying, “Bet you’ve never had your ass eaten before.” Benji shook his head ‘No' as David dove in face fist and began to give the newbie his first out-n-out rim job. As David first began to lick the outer edge of his hole. Benji began to moan at the pleasure he was receiving end of David’s talented tongue. Benji felt the pleasure travel up his spine as David switched from just licking his hole to probing into his ass with his tongue. Benji never imagined he could receive so much pleasure from his ass. This we all part of the plan to turn a typical make into a cock crazed, cum craving bottom. David began to alternate between licking and fingering Benji’s ass. As David moved up to inserting 2 fingers inside the moaning teen, he slipped a shard of Tina. He pushed the shard in deep then massaged the kid's prostate to distract him from the burn is the drug. The booty bump was doing the job as David added a third finger to the teen’s virgin ass. Benji was pushing back against David's and trying to get more of his fingers inside his now hungry ass. David could sense the hunger in his new bottom when he teasingly pulled them slowly out. Almost immediately when David’s last digit withdrew, and sounding like he was begging Beni said “Please put them back in. Your fingers back in, it feels so good.? David stood up his 8.5” cock straining against his underwear, teasing the twink’s hungry hole, “In due time you’ll have something that feels better then my fingers. Right now I think you need to get my cock hard before you’ll get anything what inside your hungry hole. You ever suck cock before?” He already knew Benji’s secret which the twink openly admitted, “A few years ago my cousin for me to sub his cock.” I asked, “Did you like it? Did you get him to cum?” Benji didn’t hesitate with his answer, “Yes, yes I did like sucking my cousins cock. It didn’t last long before he came in my mouth.” David inquired further, “Nice, did you swallow his cum?” Benji shook his head yes. David stood up, placed his hands on Benji’s shoulders and pushed him to how knees. The twink needed to learn that cock sucking is done with the bottom on his knees. Once in his knees Benji was staring at David’s confined cock. He reached up going his fingers into the waist band, then pulled David underwear down freeing his 8.5” poz fuck stick. Benji reached out and jacked the dick before him licking his lips. He opened his mouth and you half of David’s cock into his mouth. David leaned his head back and said, “Oh fuck yeah, suck that cock.” With some minor direction from David, Benji was giving a pretty good blow job. He was still not getting all of David’s cock into his mouth. Benji knew he needed to get David's cock down his throat. Looking to at David with a pleading look. David placed his hands on Benji’s head telling him, “Relax, it takes time to learn how to deep throat a cock. Just do as I say and it’ll be easy.” As Benji moved up and down on David’s dick he was told, “Breathe in every time you go down on my dick. When it hits the back of your throat try and hold there as long as possible. Try to hold it there a little longer each time.” The twink did as he was good and soon he had David’s cock at the entrance to his throat. He knew the next step was to get it down his throat. He gave David a look that signaled his readiness for the next step. David took Benji’s had in his hand and when the newbie went down and he felt his cock reach the back of his cock sucker's throat he applied a little pressure pushing his cock into the 18 year old’s throat.. Immediately 6” had disappeared down Benji's throat. He fought his natural instinct to gag as David pressed on and another inch disappeared, followed by the last inch. The warmth of Benji’s throat felt amazing. Benji felt a sense of accomplishment as he fought the urge to gag. David praised his cock sucker, “Oh that’s it, massage that cock with your throat.” David’s cock was doing pre cum directly into Benji’s stomach. Benji tried to pull back, the need to breathe was now taking over, but David held him turn a few seconds longer before letting him pull off. Once he was able, Benji took a deep breath before he instinctively went back down taking David's cock back into his throat. David’s cock was now hard as a rod of titanium. He knew it was time to give the hungry bottom boy what he’d desire from now on. He pushed Benji into his back, pushed his legs up and dove been in to eat that ass again. He needed to tease the twink some more, lube him up a little and add once more shard of Tina to prime his hole. Benji began to writhe and moan as David worked sine lube into his hole with a decent shard. He then worked some lube on the head of his cock. The lube let him put a few small pieces of Tina on the head of his dick. Benji was now chanting, “Fuck me. God, please fuck me.” David stopped the rimming and stopped fingering the twink, kissed his way up his body, looming his bare cock when Benji’s hungry hole. He looked down as asked, “You ready to get fucked bro?” At first Benji could only nod, but finally answered, “Yes, fuck me. I want your cock inside me.” Benji could believe what he was asking David to do. It wasn't that long ago he’d be thinking about girls, how he would fuck them and now he was asking to be fucked. The two locked eyes as David pushed his hips forward building pursue on his cock as it pressed against Benji’s virgin hole until it suddenly popped inside. As tempted as David was to just thrust fully inside, he knew a bottom’s first fuck needed to be memorable. The feelings from the drugs, the raw cock and (eventually) cum deposited had to be feelings he’d want to experience over and over again but this day forward. David asked, “You ok?” Benji answered, “Yes. At first it felt strange when you first entered me, but it actually felt great. You can keep going, I can take it.” David slowly pushed his cock deeper into the new bottom boy’s ass. Little by little the cock disappeared issue the no longer virgin. There was probably a good inch, inch and a half left when Benji looked at David and said, “Fuck me already, give me the rest of your cock.” David wasn’t sure if the kid knew what he was asking for, but he wasn’t going to be one to turn down such an offer. He thrusted his hip forcing the rest of his cock into the newbie bottom. David expected Benji it howl, what he heard was a deep moan of satisfaction. Benji had taken all 8.5” inside his virgin ass. David set about giving Benji his first fuck. David knew how to get a bottom accepting to being bred. He had the ability to cum multiple times and was able to hide it from the bottom. The first load was the easiest to deliver, especially when the bottom is as hot as this one. David started pulling out and pushing back in with a slow steady pace he could feel his balls tighten and being to deliver a toxic load. David kept silent as he came asking, “How’s that cock feeling inside you?” Benji’s only words were, “It feels so hard. Your cock is so hard inside me.” David continued the mental game by saying, “You just focus on your ass, focus on my cock inside your ass. See how much pleasure you can get for your ass, the pleasure you give to others who fuck for ass.” As his first orgasm subsided he began increase his pace. Each thrust on caused Benji to moan and occasionally cry out, “Fuck yeah” and “Fuck me.” David would kiss Benji working on making the feelings associated with his first fuck imprinted on his brain. David delivered his second load without Benji’s knowledge. Benji was lost in the pleasure of David’s cock inside his hole. Benji would feel a ‘shock’ travel up his spine when each thrust into his body. As the first time bottom was getting lost in the feelings of his first fuck. His brain was going places he never thought possible. He began to say, “Fuck, give it all to me.” David wasn’t sure is he was asking for his cock, his load, his HIV. He replied, “You’ll get everything you want, just relax and let go.” David pushed up his pace as his breathing changed. His cock began to thicken as Benji seemed to know David was getting close. He kind of asked, “You going to cum?” David didn’t answer at first as he quickened his pace, thrusts in deeper then he had ever been inside this virgin territory and then answered, “FUCK YEAH!” He filled the teen with a third poz load. As David’s cock was throbbing inside him, he responded by kissing his breeder then saying, “You're cumming inside me.”

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.

Part 43 　 As we were coming down from our orgasms, I glanced over towards Hank. He was just groaning out his release of his toxic cum into the boyfriend of the guy who had just fucked me and I was pretty certain that new guy was going to join the poz club soon. His gaping hole was visible from where I lay and was dripping poz cum and Randy, the stripper was just walking up and had a huge hard on and his mammoth cock was ready to inject another load into that previously neg hole. As Randy got ready to ram his cock into the guy, he all at once, held up, and drove his fingers in first. He just rammed them hard and almost destroyed the poor guys hole while dragging his nails on the way out. He did this several times and I could see blood starting to flow and the guy was almost in tears. Then Randy rammed his mammoth cock in deep in one hard thrust, telling the guy, you are definitely going home with HIV tonight now. He then started to just plainly assault the guys hole, which had to tear it even more. The poor guy was whimpering but seemed to be getting almost as much pleasure out of it as pain. He was gasping for breath, also. I was so intent on watching that hole destruction, I didn't notice that Hank had crawled up between my, still wide open legs, and then all at once he stuck his cock into my dripping hole deep. I almost jumped clear off of the couch I was on. He clamped his lips to mine and his tongue invaded my mouth as he started to stroke his cock in and out of my hole. I was totally into it almost immediately and was pushing my ass back onto him on every in thrust, trying to get him deeper and deeper into me. Since Hank had cum already a couple of times that evening, I knew I was in for a long session of my hole being used. We pushed and pulled and caressed each other, over and over again. We almost broke the couch down as it was creaing under us from the pounding. Almost an hour went by before I could feel Hank's cock start to grow and get even harder and I knew he was almost ready to cum. My own cock was twitching and tickling me and I knew I was close also. Another couple of minutes later and I was yelling, I am cumming and my cock spurted and Hank told me my ass was squeezing his cock and he was going to explode and then did, erupting deep inside me and spilling me with his highly toxic cum. OMG, another load of HIV in me, I had now lost count, but wow what magnificent sex. I glanced at the clock and it was almost midnight now.

Part 5; Into the living room I went, again removing my Gas Mask. I got off on the fact he didn't know what I looked like! I now called my son. Yes, my real one. The one that has made me a proud Grandfather twice over. I was meeting him and his Mother later for our monthly 'let's catch up' meal. His Mother and I were on very good terms, even though we had separated decades ago. History had kinda repeated itself, as he was also no longer with the Mother of my cheeky tykes, who certainly kept their old Granddad on his toes, and he also was on good terms with his ex Mrs. - Hey Dad - Hey Son. Listen, you got any plans after the meal? - Just a few pints with the lads - Well, it just so happens I got a new boy in, one I know you'll like. Wanna come over and Fuck him before your old Man pozzes him up? - Hell yeah Dad. I'm due to see the lads again tomorrow night, so, they can wait - Good boy Son. See you and your mum later. - Great. Bye Dad. Love you. - Love you too, Son. My son was Bi. Very much a Ladies Man, yet, LOVED Man-cunt just as much as his old Man. And like me, he NEVER used condoms either. I got myself washed and dressed ready to go out, and now, time to put the pup into the Cage! I'm sure I could over-look if a peg or two had come off. But that would equate to extra flogging! I put back on the Gas Mask with my now everyday normal wear, and headed back to the porch! Off with the ball-gag. 'I am impressed. You haven't removed a single peg. Good boy. You are learning well. Now it's time for you to spend the night in the Cage'. 'Sorry Master, I cannot spend the night, I have to go home, my ...' 'My WHAT?' 'My ...' 'For fuck sake boy, spit it out' 'My Girlfriend will be expecting me home' A-ha, who would have thought it eh, a Straight boy on Recon, looking for his Master ? 'You won't be going home tonight. Call her NOW, and tell her, and tell her why. And put it on loudspeaker' He looked at me stunned, as though to say, 'please don't make me do that'. Then, resignation set in. He had no choice, unless he was happy to continue living a stupid pointless lie. His bag was still in the porch, and he got his phone. - Hey Kim, it's me - Hey sexy, where are you? You're a bit late. What time will you be home? - Erm, I'm not coming home tonight luv ... The thing is ... My porch was filled with an electrical silence for a good minute! - I'm ... I'm ... I'm Gay! *He Gulped* - It's OK. I've always kinda known. You got to be who you got to be. No point in pretending. Come home when you are ready, OK? I am here for you! He in his kneeling position collapsed to the floor, and started to sob uncontrollably. I ended the call for him. No point in keeping the poor cow holding on, listening to her boyfriend wail. Seems I had just done him a BIG favour. And tomorrow he'd be thanking his Master in the most appropriate manner. Taking my virulent charged up p☣️z cum deep inside his cunt! It was now time to promote him back to his earlier status, which he lost through his lifetime of lack of self awareness. So, back went on the fist mitts, collar, leash, knee pads, and blindfold. And off came my Gas Mask. 'C'mon, let's get you to your kennel, c'mon boy' I brought him to my spare room that I use as a play room, that boasts a mattress with a rubber sheet, a sling, and the Cage! I guided him into the Cage as he was blindfolded in unfamiliar surroundings. I locked the Cage. He continued to sob! 'There is a dog bowl of water with you boy, in-case you get thirsty' He looked emotionally fragile. Sometimes you have to knock a building down, and rebuild it from scratch! It was a sexy contrast against the fist mitts, blindfold, knee pads, collar, leash, clothes pegs that his gym trained body beautifully showed off. I left the play room, locking the door. And left the house, for my meal with my family.

Part 4; I took my Dick out. And walked down my hallway, my toxic fuck weapon erect, bouncing from side to side, covered in his cunt juice. I went into my porch, grabbed his clothes (a thin tee shirt, running shorts, and underwear). I threw them in the bath, got in the bath, waited for my erection to subside, and then pissed all over them! I returned to the living room, taking off my military leather cap, and back on again with the Gas Mask! I took hold of the leash, and led 'it' to the end of my hallway and into the porch. I took off everything; knee pads, collar, leash, fist mitts. His privileged status as my sub now lay precariously in the balance! I grabbed his pissed soaked clothes from the bath, and upon entering my porch, I removed his blindfold and threw his clothes at him, barking ... 'GET dressed' 'B.B.B.Buuut ...' 'But fucking what, cunt' 'They're ... wet' ... he said in confused manner. I remained silent, unnerving him further still! He began trembling again, gingerly getting dressed with what little he had to put on. I addressed him sternly as he slowly got dressed ... 'Now listen up you faggot' 'Yes Sir' 'You now have one final choice to make. You can leave, and if you do I never want to see your pathetic sorry ass again, OR, you can stay and become my pozzed up fuck-property. However, your hesitance so far has fucking pissed me off, and is extremely disrespectful to Sir to say the least, so, if you want to stay, then you will have to prove to me you are actually serious about what you want and who you are. You will bark like a dog. BEG until I feel you have earned the right to continue your training as Master's inferior sub fuck-toy' I closed the door to the porch, and walked down my hallway, laughing. I knew I already had him, and that he would not be leaving. It was time to get inside his head, weaken him so I could charm out his inner innate sub to the surface, thus allowing me to effectively shape him to serve his Master how he should, sexually, and mentally! I went to my kitchen and went about making a cuppa, cutting a slice of cake, wearing nothing but my Gas mask, and Leather harness. Life was pretty fine! And then something happened to make a wry smile come across my face. I heard barking. The cunt can wait! I took off my Gas Mask, and kicked back, enjoying my Tea & Cake, and shot off some minor business emails. After a while I suddenly realised that the barking had stopped. OH? Had he left? Back on with the Gas Mask in case he was still here, I went to check. I opened the porch door, and there he was, naked, trembling, holding his pissed soaked clothes to his chest. And holding his head down, just like a dog does when it has misbehaved. My toxic fuck weapon instantly became rock solid! I stood right in his face. 'LIFT your head up boy' He did as he was told, and now my Dick was right in his face. He had his eyes squeezed tightly shut ... 'OPEN your eyes boy' When he saw my toxic veiny shaft he began to whine like a dog, and bite his bottom lip. 'I can tell you want my poz weapon fucking you right now. However, a true obedient sub thanks his Master for everything. And you haven't thanked me for jack fucking shit. You haven't thanked me for allowing you to clean my Dick from your cunt juice. You haven't thanked me for allowing you to have my Dick inside you. You haven't thanked me for fingering your prostate for a good hour at least. You haven't thanked me for flogging your ASS. Then you really do NOT deserve Master's DNA! You are quite an ungrateful fucking cunt, aren't you?' He looked up at me, mouth open, with his deep brown puppy eyes, his eyes ever filling up with submission. Still clutching onto his pissed soaked clothes. Still trembling. 'Sorry Master' I stepped away, and left him in my porch. Moments later I returned with the Leather Paddle, a ball-gag and some clothes pegs. 'DROP your clothes, boy, and for fuck sake, stop trembling. Enjoy and embrace letting your inner 'YOU' free' I attached a clothes peg to each nipple. He winced' 'GET on all 4's, boy' 'Yes Master' I began to give his ASS cheeks a serious good flogging. In between frequent yelps he would utter; 'Thank you Master. Thank you' Fuck yeah. This pig was finally beginning to exhibit some manners, which turned me on even more. And I noted he was no longer calling me Sir, BUT, Master. FINALLY being honest with himself, and letting go of the person he wasn't but had held onto all these years, and now embracing his TRUE inner sub! *Thwack, Thwack* I continued to thunder down with the Leather Paddle on his reddening buttocks. 'Thank you Master. Thank you' 'SIT up, boy' 'Yes Master' I attached 4 clothes pegs to his balls. He began to vocalize his pain, screwing up his face. This was a bit too much for him. But, he was only now discovering his true self, thus, he needed to push through the pain to grow into he would ultimately become. I attached the ball-gag. 'Even if one of these clothes pegs has come off by the time I return, you can fuck off home, cunt'

So my experience... I know a small group of men who top all the time--except with me. I meet them first almost always at a breeding party. We share the current hole of the moment--and in a day or two I'll get a message saying that they would like to try my cock on for size. They seem to see it as a trophy that they need to see if they can take. Some of these tops only meet me once. A number use my dick to satisfy some inner itch a couple of times a year. For myself, in the late 70's when I first came out, most men seemed more versatile. I tried to to go down that road for the first year of having sex. Every time I was fucked, I hated it--even if I liked the "idea" of it. It hurt. And I bled. Even in a pre-hiv world, it helped me realize what I needed to do, which was to perfect how to fuck an ass. Having been on the receiving end, I do think it helped me accomplish that. And off topic...I love to fuck two truly versatile men in a threeway session. I can move from hole to hole and they can use each other for both sides of their preferred sexuality. I will also add a couple of those versatile men rim for hours--and have begged to fuck me. It isn't going to happen any time soon...

Hi guys, I just joined this week. I'm a new sub/pup in Rochester and just coming out as a sub/cumdump. I'm currently training with DadP until September then will be looking for a Master/Owner of my own and looking to move out of the area. Very kinky with no limits right now, I'm crazy about older Dominant guys, raunchy is really cool also bondage, piss, sweat, cbt, chastity, sm, being whored out and more. Completely trainable. HMU at 315 892 1561 or wickr nickbttm. Can only play locally until September. Kisses Nick

25 year old, very femme skinny bottom, in Cape Coral, Fl. Just joined and new to being, well, a slut. Came across the site by googling 'how to be a cumdump' since my plan for the longest time was to get a hotel room and post on CL, but with it's personals getting the axe, that plan died. But now I've learned about places like this, BBRTS, and have made an AFF (granted, that place is fairly tame) recently. For too long I've been very limited in my ability to hookup, and have only a small handful of guys in my ass, although quite a few in my mouth, but now I have a lot more freedom, and I intend to use it to get as much cock as I can! I've been able to learn a lot here about what steps to take for my security, where to set myself up, and how to get the most guys and loads. Hopefully soon I'll be able to have my own load challenges. ?

I searched for the guy who I wanted to poz me, I wanted to know who impregnated me with his toxic load. We kinda found each other by accident. He is a former twink porn star and now a high priced escort. He is hot, hung , uncut, and cums huge loads. We spent a weekend together and we had some awesome sex, enhanced unknowingly at first, agreed to let him use me as he pleased. I was tied up a chemed up and I took his loads and other body fluids in my body however he chose. I was tied up in the room and watched him breed cute twinks . He was so toxic that I got the fuck flu within a few weeks and I didn't even put 2and2 together since it was so soon. He kept in touch with me and said that he has no doubt I was pregnant with his HIV baby.... He was absolutely right, I tested positive less than a month and my viral load was ridiculously high. Found out when I was in the hospital for double pnuemonia and ended up with MRSA. I am lucky I didn't die. I am on meds and my cd4 is 1135. Undetectable. I still take poz loads

Never let the bottom insist on that! A top should fuck to breed above all else and a bottom should be thankful for it! You could always say you were too close to stop! If they're worried about STIs then its too late as soon as youre in. Pulling out just makes no sense!

I always thought I was saving myself for the right guy. He would be fit, beautiful, successful, worthy of being my husband. Yeah, I jerked off to Treasure Island, Dark Alley, Sweet 'n' Raw, you name it. I even posted an ad on BBRT with no pics, just so I could fantasize about raw loads. I'd flirt, I'd lead them on. Then I'd flake. "Sure, I can email pix." Then I'd shoot my load and disappear. I had a nearly-perfect body, and I'd always meet boys when I went out and they would always fuck me or take my cock. Because I wanted to be neg for my future husband, I kept a supply of latex condoms in my nightstand and in my front right pocket. I held back, knowing my skin-on-skin lust could someday be fulfilled with one perfect man. I met him, at a bar in midtown, New York. He was everything I thought I wanted: beautiful, ripped body, and god-so-fucking charming. We were both in our late 20's. The first night we met, we fucked like wild animals - except for that layer of latex. We started dating, fucking, and I fell in love. He said he did too, but we always kept that barrier. He swore he'd never fuck without it, even when we someday got hitched. It was just too important to be safe. Over time, we got comfortable. I put on just a few pounds. Not much, but enough that a thin layer of padding covered my abs. That's when he changed. He stopped being as charming, as attentive. Finally he broke it off. "I just can't be with you like this. Let's be friends." I thought my life was over. He meant the world to me, but I tried to be friends. We took our break, then started hanging out again. I put on a few more pounds, and it was no longer just a thin layer over my abs. I watched as he made out with other men, right in front of me. I'd kiss others too, just to prove I could. Then I started working out again, and stopped talking to him. I got my abs back, my pecs back, my perfect muscled ass back. And on one drunken night, I saw him again at Barracuda. I watched him scoop-up a handful of latex condoms and leave with some hottie. I went home, logged onto BBRT, and put up pics of my new, hot body and face. I tried not to want him. I still did, but I couldn't have him, but I could try the other thing I wanted. I was so afraid of the bug, but had jerked off so many times to gift giving fiction. When my pics were approved, I did my first search. I wanted someone so unlike him, but still hot. I looked for someone in Harlem, someone Latin, someone black. Someone without all the yuppy hang-ups. I got to status. I clicked that I wanted someone who said, "Ask Me." My cock was throbbing as I started going through profiles, replying, waiting for a response. Finally I got one. His cock was huge and uncut. His body was a perfectly-sculpted ebony fuck-machine. His status said "ask me." I didn't ask that, but I asked his address, and when he told me I got right in a cab and got right up to Harlem. When I got there, he was wearing nothing but basketball shorts, his half-hard dick poking down the leg. We didn't waste any time with bullshit. We made out like crazy, devouring each other's face like men who hadn't been fed in years. I sucked him just long enough to get his 9" uncut dick good and wet, then I pushed him on his back and finally gave in. I pressed my ass down onto it, clamping it and feeling the precum leak around my hole. I felt the foreskin bunch at the entrance to my ass and then slowly push back as I fucked myself onto him. In no time, I was all the way down the shaft and started working my ass up and down, up and down on him. He was helpless as I started pulsing my ass muscles, finally feeling raw skin inside me. I used his body and his cock as my objects, mercilessly ramming myself up and down on his dripping rod. I knew I couldn't touch myself, that I would cum instantly and I wanted his load before I could let mine out and start thinking about my behavior. I had waited so long to finally get barebacked, and I felt so right there impaled on his cock. He tried to take control, but I was out of control. I just rode him like there were no tomorrows, and finally he gave over to the assault of my ass. He simply lay there moaning saying "Fuck yeah," repeating that over. Finally his "fuck yeah" refrain took on a new more urgent tone and I knew he was about to cum. I reached back and felt his balls, stroking his bulging prostate between his balls and his ass. He closed his eyes and started grunting and I felt that prostate start to pulse. I knew he was cumming in me. Nothing had ever felt so right. I shot a massive wad of cum all over his abs, then left him panting on the bed and left with his probably-poz load in my ass. I jerked off for days to that as I waffled between going for PEP or not. I didn't, of course. I logged on more often after that. Next came the Latin kid who was 22, whose tongue went halfway down my throat as he flooded my guts with seed. His profile said "ask me." Next was another black guy, this one in his 30s, whose profile said "ask me" and who told me "take my cum, slut" as he loaded me up over and over. Next was a muscled bartender from G Lounge with a biohazard tatt who threw me around like a rag doll and didn't ask any questions when I ripped off the condom and milked his cock with my ass. After that came a hot blond twink from BBRT whose profile said "poz" and creamed me four times in one night. I was actively chasing and loving it. Every new dangerous encounter thrilled me. Ten, twenty, thirty loads went up my ass. That first black guy hit me up again, and I went back for more. I brought some coke, we did a couple lines, and in no time I was slamming up and down. Then I finally let him have control. But I finally asked him, as he was ramming the fucking hell out of me. "You poz?" "Yeah, you?" "Not sure. You on meds?" "Hell no." "Fuck yeah. What's your viral load?" "Hundred thousand last I know." He just kept fucking with this wicked grin. "Mmm, I'm about to cum. You want the bug?" I didn't even want to hesitate. "Fuck yeah!" He rammed me harder than ever and buried his tongue in my mouth as he exploded with a series of grunts and moans, shooting spurt after spurt of charged cum deep into my guts. I was probably already poz, but I shot a massive wad all over myself at the thought of his bug juice going up my hole. I came down with a flu a week later and knew what it meant. One of those 31 loads had taken. With my abs back and my body back, I was looking pretty hot and ran into my ex a bit later. Condom boy was drunk and wanted to fuck. I was still mad, still hurt, and I knew I was poz though I hadn't tested, but when he asked, I knew what I wanted to do. On the way home I stopped at a drug store, purchased some lambskins, and slid one on when we went to bed. We flip-fucked for an hour, using those porous condoms. The poor guy didn't know what hit him as I shot a massive four-day load inside a condom that was good enough to stop babies, but not the swimmers I had in store for him. I knew I was acute, probably with a viral load in the millions. And several million little particles of virus seeped through those tiny pores in that lambskin and planted themselves in the fucker's tight little ass. When he left, he said, "that was a mistake. We shouldn't do this again." I just laughed and said "We probably don't need to." I kissed him on the cheek and sent him on his way. When he messaged me that we needed to talk a couple months later, I just ignored it. After all, I was in the middle of getting fucked by another big poz cock, and it was just about to spill some more microbes up into my willing, hungry guts. I still don't have a poz test result, but fuck am I having fun getting the loads I can while I hold off on going to find out.

If you find me passed out at a party, feel free to fuck me

I have been on the receiving end of a gang bang a couple times while in an alcohol blackout and while drugged up. Although I cannot claim to be passed out I do not remember many of the fucks. However, from some of the tapes and clips I have watched I clearly was an active participant and was even begging to be fucked harder and by more cocks. Looking back on it, I just wish I remember many of those fuck sessions. Personally, I do not know why anyone would want to fuck someone who is passed out or unconscious, especially when there are so many consenting bottoms who are willing participants like myself who clamp down and milk the cum out of cocks with my ass muscles and who mount and ride hard any raw cock.

Getting spit-roasted is amazing. I've only done it once but if I could get that kind of action everytime I would never get tired of it. Mind you, I got both their loads in my ass, so I guess I was cheated a little bit. But I don't mind missing out on the cum in my mouth if it's going in my ass. Also, cum tastes pretty amazing straight out of my ass. So licking the top clean or dipping a finger in after he's done is always an option. That's one of the best things about getting fucked raw, tasting his cummy cock after it comes out of my ass.

I've been on the apps, A4A, and BBRT all day trying to get pounded and maybe even loaded up if at all possible. Had a few promising leads, but they all eventually went silent. Then Grindr said I had a message from a 21yo, mixed, stocky, bear looking for right now. No pic, but I was horny and said hello back anyway. He was straight to the point and asked if I was a bttm and could host. Yes and yes. We exchanged pics and he was a cute college guy but his cock pic was at a bad angle so it was hard to tell if he was average or above - definitely wasn't small. I invited him over and in 10 minutes he was knocking. He had a linebacker build with a bit of a bushy beard. Legs like tree trunks. Came in, pulled off his shorts and layed back on my bed. I pulled down the underwear and I was not disappointed! 8 inches, cut, and THICK! He was already rock hard because, you know, 21yo black/Cuban college guy... I went to town deep throating and servicing his awesome cock to the best of my ability. After 15 minutes of moaning, he asked if he could fuck me. So polite! He wanted me to lie flat on the bed and he would climb on top. We got in position and I lubed us up with extra spit I still had from the bj. As he slid inside my hole I resisted the urge to tell him to stop a few times because he was so thick. I'm no newbie, but he was seriously stretching my limits! He started slowly then picked up the pace as I got more comfortable. He fucked me raw for 10 minutes or so until I felt his strokes getting quicker and deeper. Then without any stupid "I'm coming!" bullshit, he pushed his cock all the way inside and I literally felt it pumping his load deep inside my guts! It was amazing! There was so much cum, I use some to j/o with after he left. The rest is still inside me.

Chapter 2 "Hello?" Paul answered curtly, annoyed that someone was calling his private line less than 6 hours into a 3-day weekend, also happening to be the exact moment he chose to start jerking off. "Hi, I mean hello, sir, um, is this Paul, excuse me, is this Mr. Bishop?" The nervous teen voice at the other end of the call confirmed Paul's suspicion that one of the students was finally using the number they'd be given to invite him to some stupid high school bash or ask for an autograph. "Who's asking?" Paul responded, trying to sound less upset than he was. "This is Daniel Jacobs, sir. I am extremely sorry to call you this late," the boy sounded mortified, which melted Paul's anger a little, especially since the 'late' call was coming at only 9 pm. "but I am fu- um, in trouble Mr. Bishop. I was at the gym this afternoon and my locker was broken into, and my backpack with my laptop was stolen, and it had all of my finished footage from my project on it. Plus, I had just come straight from the editing lab at school, so all my back up disks and equipment were in it too. My teammates are freaking out, and I, well, I don't know what to do..." Paul felt awful when he heard the quiver in the boy's voice that made it sound like he might break into tears. Thinking back, his voice made it seem that he may have ben crying before the call too, which immediately made Paul ashamed for the rude way he'd answered the call. "ok, Daniel, right?" Paul asked in his softest, most calming voice. "Yes sir." Daniel sniffed. "First, calm down and take a deep breath. can you do that for me?" Paul waited until he heard the boy do as he asked. "Good, now don't panic, remember that I have copies of everything you've finished as of mid-week this week, so all you've lost is the stuff you hadn't edited yet... you did turn in your assigned deadline work this week, didn't you?" Paul remembered that a few of the groups had been lazy about turning in stuff on time since Mr. Carson had left town, and he wondered if this boy was playing him somehow, creating a fake robbery to get an extension on the final deadline, when he or his teammates hadn't been doing the work required. "Yeah, we did Mr. Bishop, you even screened some for the class the next day cause you liked our opening sequence so much, remember?" Daniel pointed out. Paul remembered the film now, and was positive the boy was on the level, since the film was one of the best in the school, and showed an immense amount of work by the team members. All he wondered was why he couldn't remember a boy named Daniel on the team, since he had taken some extra time for them that week. "That was your film? Of course I remember it, you've all done an amazing job putting it together, I'm embarrassed to say I can't recall you being on the team Daniel." Paul admitted, hoping the boy wouldn't be more hurt than he already was. "Oh sorry sir, that's my bad, the guys call me Dingo, so does Mr. Carson." Daniel, aka Dingo, said, and suddenly it dawned on Paul who the boy on the phone was. Paul had noticed Dingo from day one and often imagined it was his ass taking Paul's raw monster cock when he was jerking off. Dingo was taller than every other student participating in the project, standing almost 6' 10" tall, but was blessed not to have awkward bone structure or off-putting facial features as a lot of giant guys do. His perfectly formed bubble butt was always wrapped in baggy bball shorts, creating many opportunities for Paul to enjoy the view of it. The sight was enhanced with strong lanky muscles, smooth pale white skin, light blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and a smile to die for. He was captain of the basketball team, nicknamed due to his miraculous vertical jump shot, and had turned down multiple full ride offers from some serious ball schools in order to pursue his dream of attending USC film school to become a director. Dingo was one of the shunning stars in the magnet program and Paul knew he had to do whatever he could to make sure the boy got his wish. "does that ring a bell Mr. Bishop?" "No one can forget you man, sorry if I was short when you answered, you caught me during.... something. Anyway, don't panic because I keep all the stuff you turn in and can easily get a copy to you this weekend Daniel, sorry, Dingo." Paul's cock was still fished out and began to harden again, imagining how grateful Daniel would be, not to mention his team, which consisted of two other young hot guys, and two somewhat attractive girls. "I like when you call me Daniel sir, it seems more professional, like it will on my films." Daniel's voice was calmer now, and his tone suggested he was relieved. "Man you stopped me from having a heart attack, or being murdered by my group. I just wish I had sent a copy to my cloud when I finished it tonight, so we didn't have to re-film the last scene and edit it all over again." "it's lucky you're ahead of schedule, I can get a copy of what I have tomorrow, and you'll have a week to finish up." Paul was stroking softly to Daniel's male team members' butts and faces floating in his mind. "I couldn't possibly put you out any more sir. I feel terrible asking you as it is, but I’d feel much worse knowing you cancelled your weekend plans to save my butt,” Daniel protested making Paul smile, and stroke harder when he mentioned his butt. “I appreciate the consideration, but based on the rest of your work, I am guessing you will use every possible second to get the ending exactly right. Besides, the only plans you’d be interrupting would be reading some screenplays my agent is sending me, since my girlfriend cancelled her visit this weekend.” Paul lied to reinforce the lie he’d fed the students on the first day about how his girlfriend would be flying out to see him on the weekends, which meant he wouldn’t have time to come to their parties or meet them for work sessions. This allowed him to gracefully decline invitations and subtly concrete the idea that he was straight as an arrow. “Are you sure you’re not just being nice? Because I could really use the extra time, since we’re all going nuts trying to find replacement equipment and schedule the actors and everything.” Daniel was giving in, and Paul was starting to precum. “I’m happy to help out anyway possible. In fact, I’ll bring over my camera and computer for you to use over the three day weekend. Then, on Tuesday, you’ll be able to finish using the school’s editing lab.” Paul said while trying to cover the growing excitement in his voice. “You gotta be the nicest movie star in the whole world Mr. Bishop,” Daniel gushed. “My crew will be on their knees tomorrow when you arrive.” That image almost made Paul explode. “What?” “We’ll get on our knees and kiss your feet or build you a shrine or something. We’ll do anything you want to make up for this, Mr. Bishop, anything!” Daniel promised. The idea of the teen boys on their knees offering anything Paul wanted was too much and made Paul cum, covering his sculpted chest, even hitting him on the chin and lips. Paul had to let the phone drop to the couch cushion at this side and bite his lip so the boy didn’t hear him groan as he came. When the orgasm subsided, Paul whipped the phone to his ear. “…there Mr. Bishop? Hello?” “I’m here Daniel, sorry, just dropped the phone for a moment. Why don’t you text me when and where you’ll be filming tomorrow and I’ll stop by with everything I have, okay?” Paul said, disguising his heavy breathing as best he could. “I will sir, Thank you so much, and have a good night.” Daniel hung up, and Paul let himself breathe normally again. After he’d cleaned up the cum running over his firm pecs and pooling between his abs, he opened his briefcase and pulled out the materials the students had turned in that week, and popped in the dvd of Daniel’s group. Watching it now, after his conversation cause him to notice much more about the boy’s bodies and performances. The film was about a family who invite a foreign exchange student into their home, never suspecting the boy is manipulating them with lies and misunderstandings, causing their secrets and insecurities to come out. He begins by getting each member of the family to confide in him, and then exposing their secrets to the others so they are all angry and untrusting of everyone but their foreign guest. He then works to corrupts the brother and sister, which the mother questions until he ‘accidentally’ leaves out his diary, explaining his deep commitment to his religion and his promise to save himself till marriage. With the father, he shows interest in his job and all the activities he loves, which the kids can’t stand, finding out the dad was once a compulsive gambler. With the parents thoroughly fooled, he bullies their teen son to sneak out to parties and clubs, making sure the parents discover and blame the son and not him. He even tries to take the blame, but they believe he is only trying to cover for the boy, which makes them even more confident that he is perfect. Meanwhile he seduces their daughter and convinces her to make love. Paul had stopped watching at this point before, since it was one of two dozen films he needed to watch, but continued now and couldn’t believe what he witnessed. In the next few scenes, the boy manages to get the mother to act on her desire for their next door neighbor, sets up the father to take up gambling again, and gets the daughter to invite over a friend for a threesome. The final scene they had edited features the son fighting with the student for getting him in trouble, but forgiving him when the foreign boy tells him he is sorry and cries over possibly losing the only friend he has in the world. When the son goes to comfort him, they end up kissing, which got Paul had as a rock once more, since the boys in the film were the two friends of Daniel’s. Before the action got good, the screen went dark, causing Paul to dive for his bag again, digging through it for a copy of the script they submitted. Skimming until he got to the shot of the boys kissing, he read on to the next scene, in which the foreign exchange student is being dropped at the airport. As he hugs each of them goodbye, he turns back and hands the Father a film he’s made of his trip. When they get home the family watches in horror as the film goes from innocent shots of scenery and touristy places, to hidden camera views of each family member engaging in salacious acts. The daughter in the threesome, the father losing $12,000 at seedy bar, the mother beginning to undress with the neighbor before the lights go out, and the son drinking, smoking pot and finally sleeping with the student. A voice over comes in, with the foreign boy explaining his film’s purpose: to show the seedy side of middle-class America, calling it “Waking from the American Dream.” When the film-within-the-film ends, it reveals a college professor watching it in his office, while the foreign boy sits across from him, interviewing for entry to a film school. The professor puts the foreign boy on the wait list, obviously upsetting him for a second, before he composes himself, thanks the professor and leaves. The professor is then seen packing up and leaving for the night, driving home and going inside, where this filming switches to a shot from outside his window. Once he kisses his wife, the professor sneaks into a desk drawer and takes a swig from a bottle. The voice over begins again “Subject hides a drinking habit from wife and faculty, corroding their relationship and impairing his ability to do his job. Our goul? To expose his deceit, dissolve his marriage, disqualify his tenure, and ensure his replacement with someone who recognizes and admits brilliant applicants. Watch his destruction in ‘Waking the American Dream, part two.’ Paul loved the rest of the script and couldn’t wait to see Daniel and his friends complete the last few scenes. He made up his mind as he drove to their film site the next morning that he’d stick around for a while and watch them get to it. When he arrived, he was happy to see they were all set up to film the scene with the family watching the film. Daniel ran out of the house with his two male teammates, who played the foreign exchange student and the son, to help carry in the equipment Paul brought, even though it all fit in one box. “Thanks again, Mr. Bishop, you’re saving our lives. By the way, these are my co-producers and two of the actors in the movie, Steve and Justin.” Paul shook their hands and let them carry in the box containing the camera, tripod and laptop. “Nice to meet you guys, and call me Paul, it feels like I’m someone’s dad when you call me Mr. Bishop.” The boys all laughed, a little more than was necessary, obviously excited to be getting some private attention from someone they thought of as famous. Justin and Steve went inside and started to set up, while Daniel and I followed and went over their schedule for the day. “We just have the one scene to film here at Steve’s house which should only take an hour or so, then we’re headed to Justin’s dad’s work which we set up last night to look like the airport in one of the hallways. Then we’ll shoot in his office, which we tried to make look like a professor’s office, before we head to my parents’ mountain house to shoot the final scene and do some reshoots around the Jacuzzi to look like a party, since we lost all the stuff we shot at the real party two weeks ago. If absolutely necessary we can finish up any reshoots or ADR on Sunday and have all day Monday to edit so we can just do the opening and closing credits on the machines at school.” Daniel was totally focused as he explained the plan, almost eliciting a chuckle from Paul if he didn’t think it would have made Daniel crazy wondering what he was doing wrong. In truth, Daniel’s attitude and vision reminded Paul of some of the directors he’d worked with back in LA. The humorous part was comparing the memories of those short, balding, hairy men, to this muscular Nordic demigod. Inside, Paul met the two girls on the team, who played the daughter and her friend, as well as being in charge of the sound and lighting. There were also two boys from the basketball team who volunteered to help by holding the boom, and operating the camera, and the actors who played the father and mother, who turned out to be Steve’s actual dad, and his Aunt who taught acting at the university an hour away. It was too bad that she didn’t have the class of the students from school, as she spent every second they weren’t filming trying to convince Paul to take a look at her reel or come speak with her class. Finally, as much as he enjoyed watching Daniel film, Paul couldn’t take any more of the woman’s incessant jabbering, and snuck out in the middle of a scene. From his rented car, Paul texted Daniel how great it looked, and to call if he needed any more help, before heading back to his rented house and spending a couple hours looking at the films from start to finish. Once he’d managed to get that done, he started feeling bored and, unable to read the screenplays from his agent, since they were on the laptop he’d left with the crew, he wandered the house looking for something to do. Finally he ended up doing laundry and drinking a cape cod made from some smooth vodka he’d been sent as a thank you from a car company for whom he’d recorded some voice over tracks for their commercials. He was about to make a second when his phone rang. “Mr. Bishop? It’s Dingo, sir.” Daniel said, sounding almost as panicked as he had the night before. “I told you to call me Paul, Daniel. What’s the problem?” Paul said, anticipating something terrible had befallen his laptop or camera. “It’s our schedule Paul, one of the actors had to run out of town for the holiday and didn’t call to tell us until about 10 minutes ago.” Daniel’s speech was getting faster as he went on. “We have sent out texts and calls to all the guys who could play him, even called a few women thinking we could make him a girl, but everyone who we can find has already been in the movie as somebody.” “Which part is it?” Paul said, wondering who they could possibly need to film that could be either sex. “A professor who interviews Bashir, our main character,” Daniel explained, “in a pivotal scene which shows the audience the point of Bashir’s behavior. He also has a few more shots in the” “I read the script,” Paul cut him off. “The Professor is crucial to your plot, can’t one of your parents play him?” “You read it? Really? What did you think?” Daniel suddenly switched gears, totally awed that Paul had taken the time to read the script. “Yes, really, and it was very well put together, but stay focused Daniel, what about a parent?” Paul smiled as he said this, enjoying the boy’s idolatry of him, but trying to stay on task. “Right, parents, no. All of our parents have been in it as teachers and neighbors and waiters and stuff and they all have little lines. We tried calling Mr. Carson, but he told us he won’t be back from visiting his Mom till Monday night or Tuesday. The guy who was playing it was a friend of my Aunt’s from her Improv troupe, but he only did it cause we were gonna pay him $100 for the afternoon of filming.” “$100 for a student film? This guy was ripping you off!” Paul got angry about the sleazy improve guy, but also over reacted a little since he had hoped Dick would be back before then so they could spend a day screwing. “Tell you what, gimme 30 minutes and I’ll provide a person to fill the role, ok?” “Thank you, thank you, thank you Mr. Bish-, I mean Paul,” Daniel answered sounding like a kid hearing he gets to go to Disney world. “Just tell whoever it is to bring a suit coat and button up shirt if he can and we’ll provide everything he needs.” “Will do,” Paul smirked, forming a plan. “No guarantees on his acting abilities though.” “No problem, any one will do,” Daniel responded, obviously splitting his focus between the call and the film crew so they’d be ready. “We can edit his scene to no lines if we have to. See you soon.” Paul pulled into the parking lot of the office 25 minutes later. He walked in, carrying a garment bag over one shoulder, running the lines in his head after memorizing them on the fly. He got off the elevator at the 9th floor as the text directed him to, and saw the high schoolers bustling around an open office door just down the hall. “Where do you want me?” Paul startled them with his question. “Anywhere you want to watch, Paul,” Daniel said, crossing to shake his hand again. “Where is the guy?” “You’re looking at him,” Paul responded, watching as each of their faces turned from shocked to ecstatic. “No shit?!?!” Justin shouted out, pushing past Daniel to Paul. “Justin!” One of the girls screamed. “Don’t say shit in front of Paul Bishop!” Paul laughed and told him not to worry about it, asking where he should get changed. Daniel directed him down the hall, giving his teammates a dirty look before showing Paul a private washroom where he could change and put on makeup. “Sorry, they’ve been super stressed since we found out all the work we have to re-do.” Daniel continued talking, sitting on an arm chair in the bathroom, showing no plans to give Paul any privacy while he got ready. “It is a huge relief knowing you’ll be doing the final scene for us Paul. If the others had known I bet they’d have stuck around to help.” “I noticed it was down to the five of you on the team, what happened to the volunteers basketball guys and Steve’s dad and Aunt?” Paul asked nonchalantly, while stripping off his shirt and shoes. “They were tired of waiting around,” Daniel turned his eyes down to avoid glaring at Paul, but occasionally snuck peeks at Paul’s tight physique. “so we figured we could finish things here and at the Professor’s house, since the scenes only feature two people, and I sent them home,” “Smart move,” Paul paused to talk just as he’d finished sliding the shirt over his bare shoulders, before unbuckling and pushing down his jeans, leaving him in white designer briefs. “You want to tell me how we will be shooting the scene?” “What? Oh yeah, sure.” The high school boy’s eye were no longer discreet as they worked over Paul’s buff legs, full package and up his cut abs. He reviewed the shooting plan, including which angles would be shot and with what lenses and angles, while Paul finally pulled on some slacks, buttoned and tucked in his light green oxford, and pulled on his grey silk suit coat. At that point, Daniel got one of the girls to come in and do Paul’s makeup(which turned into Paul giving her a lesson in proper application), while Justin ran the lines. Two hours and a dozen takes later, they’d shot the scene from 5 angles, some close up, some two-fers, and even some impressive shots from above and out the window. Overall, they all felt they’d learned a lot from Paul’s expertise, and Paul was impressed with their creativity and willingness to learn. They completed with some random footage of Paul locking up the office and going to his car (which was actually a very nice Jag owned by one of the girl’s grandfathers). From there they drove the jag onto a trailer attached to the back of Steve’s Father’s truck, which had a tripod secured in the bed to film the car’s drive to the ’professor’s house.’ Paul was amazed they had thought of something so elaborate, and was really wowed when they explained that they’d simultaneously be filming from a cell cam in a following car for the creepy footage. They drove about 45 minutes to the house, getting plenty of footage, while Paul “drove” the jag with Daniel hidden in the backseat, communicating by cell with the other two vehicles. He felt bad that the 6’10” guy had to spend the 25 minutes bent in half, but didn’t mind once he adjusted the rear view to see Daniel’s ass. At the house, they pulled the Jag off the trailer, did two shots of Paul pulling it into the drive. The final shots were all done with the cell cam, to reinforce the idea they were shot by “Bashir,” and involved nothing more than one long continuous shot of Paul walking in the house, kissing one of the girls (who wore a wig), waiting for her to leave the room, pulling out a bottle, taking a swig, pouring some into a can of coke, and sitting on the couch and drinking. Paul liked this kind of filming since it let him sit and drink over and over, especially when he found out the bottle was a real bottle of Johnny Walker Black. When they finished, and the girls ran out the door to make it back to town to meet some friends, Paul was feeling the liquor enough to make him give each one a huge hug before they left. Daniel asked Paul to watch the footage they’d shot, while he, Steve and Justin went out and took apart the set up in the truck before it got too dark. Everything he saw impressed him, some of it so much, that he pointed out specific shots to the boys when they got back in. When he finished discussing it with them, he realized it had been almost 80 minutes since they’d shot the final scene. Paul, slowly sobering, knew the boys still needed to film some of the party scenes, so he decided to get out of their hair, until he realized his street clothes, cell phone, and wallet were locked in his car, 45 away at the office building. As they set up for the party, he pointed out his situation and asked to borrow a phone to call a cab. “Oh crap Paul,” Daniel said, stepping in to apologize. “I totally forgot you didn’t drive here. Give me one second to tell the guys where to set up, and I’ll drive you back myself.” “Don’t stop working to do that,” Paul stopped him. “You guys are so close to being done, just finish the filming and I’ll catch a cab.” “A cab would take at least half an hour to get here,” Steve interjected, setting up some lights on the deck by the Jacuzzi. “and it will cost a fortune to drive you back to the office.” “Yeah, plus Rick is on his way with the party supplies,” Justin added, tossing empty solo cups into the Jacuzzi and around the deck. “He’d be happy to drive you back into town.” “Rick?” Paul asked, turning to Daniel, worried about having a strange guy acting as his chauffer, leading any number of outcomes, from benign annoying celebrity worship to crazy stalker kidnapping. “Steve’s brother who’s in town from college for the long weekend,” Daniel explained while setting up the tripod. “He has some stuff he is dropping off here for us, and agreed to stay here tonight and tomorrow night so we can stay and work without our parents around to interrupt. If you’d rather not catch a ride from some guy you’ve never met, you can take my truck and Rick can drive me down tomorrow to pick it up.” “I think I’ll wait to meet Rick,” Paul said, leaning in to Daniel. “But I might take you up on that if he’s nuts.” They laughed and Paul shed his jacked and went to the powder room to wash off his makeup. When he re-emerged, the guys were filming a party scene which looked pathetic since only Steve and Justin were in the shot. Paul stepped in, insisting Daniel join them, and then using lots of trick angles and close ups to make it look like more people. After a few short bits, Paul sniffed a cup that one of the guys had been drinking from, and recognized the smell of the Johnny Walker. “You guys really drinking?” Paul asked, stopping the boys in their tracks. They all began stuttering a response when Paul laughed. “It’s cool guys, just be careful and don’t ever tell anyone I was here when you did, okay?” The guys agreed, and they filmed a few more takes of “bashir” forcing “the son” to take shots or encouraging him to smoke some weed. They paused when the doorbell rang and Daniel went inside to show Rick to the back deck. “…traffic getting’ up her was murder Dingo,” Rick sauntered out in front of Daniel. “Took me a fuckin’ hour and 15 to get here bro. You guys start the party without me?” He laughed and turned to meet Paul’s gaze, which made his eyes grow HUGE. “Holy shit, you’re…you’re…fuck! You’re that dude from that show man!” Rick grabbed Paul’s hand and pulled him in for a bro hug, not letting go. “Fuckin’ a, these shitheads told me they had a famous teacher but you’re for real!” “Thanks man,” Paul said as he pushed Rick off, as nicely as he could. “Steve says you’re his brother Rick, right?” “Yeah man, shit!” Rick continued freakin out a little, before turning to his brother and the other two guys. “You didn’t tell me you invited Hollywood elite, or I’d have brought more shit!.” “His name is Paul Bishop, Rick,” Daniel said, trying to get Rick to calm down. “He’s been helping us finish this one thing then he’s gonna head back to town in my truck.” “Aw seriously Dingo?” Rick looked crestfallen. “You gotta stay for some a drink and smoke, Mr. Bishop.” He pulled his backpack off and brought out a pipe already loaded with weed. The boys all looked horrified, which made Paul laugh since he had no intention of stopping their fun on a holiday weekend. “I’m so sorry Paul,” Daniel quickly pushed past Rick while Steve stepped up to take the pipe and stuff it back in Rick’s bag. “No big deal guys,” Paul smiled. “In fact I would be down to smoke some before I go.” “See he’s cool,” Rick said, pulling the pipe back out and lighting it up. He took a huge hit and coughed as it came out. In a show of good faith, with one eye on the camera to be sure it was off, Paul took the pipe from him and took a hit himself, controlling it so no coughing occurred. “Gangsta!” Rick proclaimed, slapping Paul’s hand and bumping his fist while Paul passed the pipe to the others. “Lets get in the fuckin cuzzi and finish this bowl.” With that, he ditched his coat, and cap revealing a closely trimmed head of honey colored hair, around his handsome very defined bone structure. Off came the shirt, showing his ripped, though skinny chest, covered in a well groomed layer of hair, and a tattoo across his right arm of some cheesy barb wire design. Suddenly he tore down his board shorts, leaving him in some grey cotton boxer briefs, which Paul purposefully didn’t check out while Rick hopped in the water. “We still have to film some more drinking and smoking shots,” Daniel objected, when Justin and Steven began to follow suit. “Let’s film it in the Jacuzzi,” Justin shot back, stripping off his button down short sleeved shirt and undershirt to reveal a trim but undefined chest with a dusting of dark black hair leading from his belly button to his waistband. His skin was somewhere between olive and brown, leaving Paul to guess that he was of Mediterranean descent. His black slacks came down revealing dark green boxers and hairy legs. “It makes more sense that way when there are less people in the shot.” “Plus it’s fucking hot out here,” Steve argued as his polo came up over his head full of curls the same color as his brother’s. His chest was slightly thicker than rick’s but he was also defined and covered in hair, but it was less groomed and more wild, with some curl across his upper chest. His khakis hit the deck, providing a clear view of his white boxer-briefs. “You want to join us, Paul?” Daniel’s eyes turned to look at Paul, and Paul tried to gauge whether they were asking for permission to do it or permission to stop it. Unable to decide, Paul began unbuttoning his shirt and toeing off his black loafers. Daniel sighed and pulled off his ball cap, before peeling away his polo, then his white wifebeater. Paul pretended to be looking at the buttons on his shirt while check out Daniel’s tall, slim, smooth buff body. Most guys that tall are so skinny it looks painful, but Daniel obviously worked like made to have thick arms and pecs. They were still developing, but Daniel was not ashamed of them. Paul decided to be brave, and shucked his slacks, showing off his perfectly fitted white briefs, before stepping into the hot tub. All eyes fell on Daniel who loosened the belt on his jeans, sliding them down his slim but manly hairless legs. He was wearing some basketball shorts, with a slight waistband of some sort of undies peeking out above them, but he got in wearing both, to Paul’s disappointment. They passed the pipe and drank beer and whiskey while Rick admired and commented on how ripped and toned Paul was, which led to Paul describing his workout routine to them. After the second bowl was finished and they’d filmed plenty of shots of each of them drinking and smoking, Paul hopped out to put the camera far enough away to keep it from getting wet. “Damn Paul, what do you do to get your ass like that bro,” Rick said, digging through his bag for something. “Cause that shit is as round as any bitch I’ve ever seen.” The guys all laughed, and Paul hopped back in, ignoring the question. Without provocation or permission, Justin reached over and ran his hand down Paul’s abs, telling them all they had to try it. Paul was surprised when Daniel was next, letting his hand go from the nipple down to the waist of the white briefs. “That’s television abs, but feel the real deal,” Daniel flexed his stomach, and Paul and the others all took their turn. Somehow they ended up each feeling everyone else from tit to treasure trail, before Rick finally focused, reached back in his bag and pulled out a funny looking pipe and a baggie Paul figured must have been coke. “Who’s down to kick this shit up a notch,” Rick said, smiling and shaking the baggie. “You game tv star? Or too chicken shit?” “Not chicken shit, but not into coke bro,” Paul responded, “but I won’t judge if anyone else wants to.” “It’s not coke, tv.” Rick pointed to the pipe, “this is crystal. But whatever, more for me and my bros. Who wants to get spun with me?” The guys all looked at him silently. “Make up your minds,” Rick stood and stepped out of the tub, revealing the outline of a semi hard lump snaking down his right thigh to a thick head in his wet, darker undies. “but I’m loading this over on the deck lounges if anyone is up for it.” As he walked over, Paul turned to the boys expecting them to stay put. He was unprepared for Daniel to shout “wait up,” and go to follow. The other two rose to join, and Paul gave in. He was grateful for all the booze and pot, because his dick would have been hard as a rock otherwise. As it turns out, he had nothing to hide, since Justin’s boxer’s tented impressively and Steve’s white boxer briefs became see through, showing his almost fully hard 7 inch cut duck tucked across his right thigh. Daniel’s short effectively obscured anything going on his groin, but Paul figured he was probably in a similar predicament as his two hs buds. When they sat around an unlit firepit, Daniel flipped the switch, turning it on, and then pulled the extension cord on the lights they’d used to light the filming, leaving them with only some inside lights bleeding through the glass doors and the fire light. Steve sat next to Rick on the porch swing, with Justin on a lounge chair next to them, so Paul took a seat next to Daniel on the other lounge he’d turned sideways so they could both face the fire. Daniel seemed even bigger when they were almost naked and sitting in low light, making Paul feel as though he couldn’t speak without leaning all the way into the center over the pit for the others to hear and see him. Rick had poured a good size pile of little crystals into the clear glass in his hand, and lit it before inhaling, waiting for the rocks to melt. When he finally had them smoking, he inhaled long and deep, and told Steve to open his mouth, kissing his brother and shotgunning the smoke into his lungs. “Jesus,” Justin said shouting but at half the volume. “Nice tongue action, fags.” “Fuck you lesbo,” Steve said, punching Justin’s bicep. His voice also low, as if dimming the lights lowered the volume as well. “It saves smoke, haven’t you ever shot gunned before?” Justin shook his head, so Steve lit the pipe and motioned for Justin to do the same thing he’d done. Their shotgun had much less contact, proving Rick and Steve had more experience doing it and didn’t mind sharing a little spit if it meant a bigger hit. Justin took a hit, which Steve had to light for him, and coughed before he could turn to either Steve or Daniel with a shotgun, blowing out stiff clouds of white smoke. He handed Daniel the pipe, and Daniel hit it like a pro, no need to have Rick or Steve show him how. He didn’t offer to shotgun Justin or Paul, instead blowing a steady white stream straight across the fire to Steve’s place on the swing. He handed Paul the pipe, who handed it to Rick without taking a hit. “Come on Paul,” Daniel said, breaking the smoke silence. “Let us get you high. It’s the least we can do after all the ways you saved our asses today.” “Thanks but you gotta remember how many people watch me like a hawk,” Paul put up his hands as Rick tried to pass it back to him. “If you guys try this shit, you only have to hide it from your parents. If I try it, I have to hide it from the world.” “No one here is gonna tell anyone,” Daniel said, grabing the pipe from Rick and taking the lighter to the round end. “We could all lose our futures at college, not to mention go to jail, if we did. Just do it tonight.” Before Paul could refuse again, Daniel put the stem to Paul’s lips and told him to inhale. As if he was a dog, he did it without thought, inhaling until his lungs were so full he thought he’d burst, when Daniel moved the pipe away and told him to exhale, placing his full pink lips just a hair from Paul’s. Paul shot gunned into Daniel’s mouth, desperate to follow the smoke with his tongue, but holding back instead to pull back and watch as Daniel repeated the exhale with a load as big as the one he’d taken first hand. “Fucking epic man,” Rick added, taking a huge hit and then turning and shot-gunning it into Paul’s mouth, but making full contact with their lips. After that they kept the circle going, sometimes shot-gunning, sometimes not. Paul lost track of how many hits he took, and began aching for the pipe to be back in his mouth. They decided to return to the hot tub after Rick loaded the pipe for the third time. When they stood to walk over, Daniel, Steve and Justin started a tweaker conversation about the film, but Rick grabbed Paul and held him back to keep smoking. They took some hits and Paul asked Rick what got him into Crystal. “Tina is the preferred name,” Rick said, lighting another rock in the bowl. “I started about a year ago after I joined this frat at school. Some of the guys sold it on the side to make some dough, so I tried it out. That’s how I ended up fucking around with dudes too.” Paul coughed. “*coughcough* you *cough*…you’re gay?” “Nah bro,” Rick said taking another hit. “I just fuck around with guys sometimes when I get spun. Gay dudes get the best shit. Steve knows I suck dick sometimes or cornhole the occasional fag to get some good shit. I had to ride this huge ass cock last week to get my hands on this stuff, but my bro doesn’t know I’ve done that, ok man?” Paul Nodded, and took another big hit, shot gunning with Rick, and letting Rick kiss him a little after. “He also don’t know I let his drama teacher, Mr. Carson, use my holes sometimes. That dude fucks like it’s his job, and gets the best shit I’ve ever smoked.” Rick was openly stroking his cock through his wet boxer-briefs when he wasn’t smoking, and Paul could feel his own hard cock expanding inside his white briefs. He couldn’t tell if he was hardening from watching the 20-yr-old next to him or because his regular fuck buddy was a perverted tweaking top who traded drugs for straight ass. “Damn Rick, aren’t you freaked someone will find out?” Paul said pulling back from a shotgun that had gone from smoke to making out. “Sometimes, so I always make sure the dudes I play with have as much to lose or more than I do. Plus I’ve gotten used to taking big cocks when I party, and I am not sure I wanna give it up. Speaking of which, once the jailbait goes inside to edit their film, I’d trade my left nut to have your big ass dick in my hole in the Jacuzzi.” Paul jumped a little as Rick began stroking his cock through his white briefs. It took no time at all for Paul to double check they couldn’t be seen from the hot tub, before he returned the favor, reaching into the grey boxer brief pouch to stroke Rick’s 7 cut inches. Rick moaned softly, reaching his other hand around and under the waistband to grope Paul’s cheeks, with the rare swipe of a finger in between to tease his hole. Paul grunted each time the finger made contact, and Rick smiled, working Paul’s briefs down below his stiff, dripping hard 8 inches, and under his bubble butt. Paul returned the favor and moved both hands around to finger Rick in earnest. Rick let Paul slide his finger all the way in, but took the hint to only tease the outer ring when he tried to reciprocate and Paul’s cheeks squeezed shut. So on they went before Paul went for another hit and Rick pulled his hands away and reached to the bag of tina on the swing. “You wanna get really high and fuck like nothing you’ve ever tried,” Rick whispered, opening the baggie and fishing out two larger crystals. “Just slide this up your ass and wait for it to melt. It’s called a booty bump.” Paul watched with anticipation as Rick returned his finger to Paul’s rear, this time pushing the shard of tina past the sphincter and deep inside on the first shove. Paul whimpered, but willed himself to stay put. Rick handed him a shard of equal size and Paul repeated the action, only getting a moan of pleasure from Rick. Once they were sure the crystals were in place they went back to stroking one another and smoking the bowls. After about five more minutes, Paul forgot to stroke the dick and instead began rubbing Rick’s chest and ass between hits. This led to the two of them sinking back onto the swing and feeling each other all over and making out. They started to get in position for Rick to lay back and get fucked, when they heard a splash of people getting out of the water, and hurried to get their underwear back on all the way before Steve rounded the corner. “Stop boring Paul with stories of your glory days in the high school musicals,” Steve told his brother. “and come share the goods with the group.” Rick and Paul got up to head back, and Paul was pleasantly surprised to find his cock had gone soft, as had Rick’s. He remarked on it and Rick told him Tina sometimes did that, but not to worry, it would get hard later when it needed to. They went back to the Jacuzzi and hopped in, Rick loading a new bowl and passing it around. He also provided a bottle of ghb that each of them took a small amount of. For a while they just sat in the hot tub and chatted about the film before somebody questioned why Daniel didn’t just play the professor, since he hadn’t acted in the film at all. “You know Dingo can’t be on screen man,” Steve said after a big hit. “We don’t have a wide-angle lens.” This got laughter from Justin and Rick, and a confused look from Paul. “You know why he’s called Dingo, right tv star?” Rick said, shot gunning with Paul, before Paul shook his head yes. “Not the bullshit basketball reason, but the real reason?” “It’s cause he’s got a Dingo in his shorts and that thing will drag you in and devour you whole if you get it angry!” Steve interrupted, and He, Justin and Rick all erupted in even louder laughs, which Paul couldn’t help but join in on. Daniel was even chuckling. “You gotta see it Paul,” Justin said, “go on and whip it out for Paul, Dingo.” “Nah man, no one wants to see that shit,” Daniel scoffed and splashed Justin. “I do,” Rick volunteered. “I’ve been hearing about this shit for years and you never prove it. I bet he’s got an apple dick, you know, big dick, no stem.” This got a laugh from all of us, which didn’t last long. “Oh yeah bitch?” Daniel stood up and pulled down his shorts revealing a pair of Joe boxer bikini briefs with a bulge running half way down his extra long thigh. “Meet the dingo!’ With that, he pulled the side of the bikini’s away and out sprung a good nine inch uncut pink cock, that even soft was as thick as a can of soup. The entire group went quiet, while Daniel smiled, lifted it up, smacked Rick across the cheek and lips, tucked it back in and sat down. The laughter that followed made each of the almost hyperventilate, and when they’d calmed down, it was decided they’d better go inside. Rick stopped Paul again, and they each took another, bigger slug off the bottle of g before following the teens. Once they were out of the pool, Daniel tossed towels to each of them and directed Steve, Rick and Justin to use the downstairs showers while he showed Paul to the master bath and used the other upstairs shower himself. Paul was incredibly frustrated that he wasn’t going to get to use Rick’s hole yet, but he consoled himself by stripping nude and climbing into the hot steam shower, sitting down on the stone bench, and jerking himself to hardness, while working a finger in his tight ass. Frustratingly, he found his dick didn’t want to get all the way hard, his head was spinning from the ghb and his butt was hungry for more than just his finger. Hoping out of the shower, Paul toweled off and swerved into the attached Master bedroom, going through drawers and closets before discovering a black dildo about 8 inches long and pretty wide. He ran back to the bathroom, poured oil over it and moved onto the bed. Stroking his stiffening cock, he lowered his hole over the wide dick but couldn’t get his hole to open enough to take it. He cursed slightly, imagining Dick Carson named below him and tried again, still with no luck. He added more oil, and tried a third time, just as Daniel burst in with a pair of shorts for Paul to wear. The shock caused Paul to lose his balance and fall, impaling himself on the first four inches of cock, causing him to scream. Daniel began to apologize, but instead of leaving, he turned around, locked the bedroom door and walked over to wear Paul had fallen back on the bed and was groaning. “I prayed for your ass Mr. Bishop.” Daniel said before grabbing Paul’s legs and folding them back over his torso till his knees hit the bedspread next to his ears. “AAAAhhhh, dammit Daniel, that hurt, what are you doing?” Paul whimpered, trying to move away but with no leverage to go anywhere. “I’m gonna help get this thing out, so don’t move sir.” Daniel put his body over Paul’s holding his legs back, freeing his hands to take the oil from next to them on the bed, and reach down to start pulling out the big black dildo. Paul started to scream again so Daniel covered his mouth with his own, forcing his lips to meet and meld with Paul’s. “There now it’s almost…OUT!” The head popped out and for a moment Paul floated between consciousness and passing out. When his senses returned he looked down to the space between his legs and Daniel’s impossibly long torso to view the same monstrous cock he’d seen in the hot tub, now four inches longer, red as the devil and pulsing with each heart beat. “Oh God,” Paul cried, sure that he would die if Daniel fucked him with that beast. “You can’t do this to me Daniel. You’ll kill me. Please I’m not gay and I’ve never been fucked.” “Mr. Bishop, right now I don’t care.” Daniel moved his crotch forward until the dick head smeared the oil against the hole. “I’ve never been inside anyone before. Not a mouth, not a pussy, nothing. So tonight you’re taking all of me, and I’m sorry. Try to relax, they say it makes it easier.” The next thing Paul felt was the thick cock of a high school boy as the head worked past his sphincter and inched up and up until it reached the second barrier. With a grunt and a thrust, Daniel pushed past that one too, causing Paul to pass out. That relaxed his hole just a little more allowing Daniel to continue until almost all of daniel’s cock was inside Paul’s butt. Just as he felt his big balls and light layer of blonde pubes rub against Paul’s ass, someone knocked on the door. “Hey Paul, you in there man?” Rick called from the hallway. “He’s still in the bathroom Rick,” Daniel called out. “We’re just discussing the film. How about going down to the family room and turning on some music or something till we are ready to join you dudes?” “Sounds good man,” Rick said, heading to the stairs. Daniel looked down to see Paul coming to below him, making his anal cavity start to twitch and tighten. Paul opened his eyes just as the loud music began to float up to them on the bed. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Bishop.” Daniel repeated one last time before slowly removing his cock all the way except for the head and then pushing it back in. At first it was as if Paul was being pulled apart and pushed into a tiny ball at the same time, pain overloading his nerves until he could no longer struggle. Once he gave in, he began experiencing something like the start of an orgasm, but not just in his cock, but everywhere in his groin and ass. Two minutes and some faster thrusts and the orgasm was building. Two more minutes and Paul was throwing his head back as ass-gasm after ass-gasm racked his toned, perfect form. It took less than ten minutes before Daniel lost all control, made half a dozen powerful fucks and realized what was happening. “Sorry Mr. Bishop, but I can’t hold it, I gotta shoot. I gotta shoot. I’m…I’M…FUCK!” The cum rocketed so hard out of Daniel’s dick that, combined with the pulsing of his shaft against Paul’s prostate, and the teen abs rubbing his dick, Paul had a real orgasm and sprayed them both, all over. It seemed to take hours and be done in seconds at the same time, but neither pulled apart when it was finished. They kissed and Daniel released Paul’s hands, which let Paul feeling the body above his. He was still spinning from the tina and G, but managed one coherent word. “More.” Paul whispered before grasping Daniel’s butt cheeks and pulling his hips against him. Daniel obliged, taking 15 minutes the second time, and enjoying the extra lube his first load offered him. Paul was overwhelmed and passed out when Daniel had orgasm number two. So Daniel pulled a blanket over Paul’s well-used, chiseled body, shining from pools of cum in the dim light from the bathroom. Daniel got off the bed, put on his shorts and went downstairs to join his pals. When Paul awoke in the dark room, he felt the tongue pressing against his hole, and happily discovered it had retightened. He wanted to reach for Daniel and pull him back up to fuck him some more, but something had his hands pinned. He moved against the restraints, realizing they were hands. “Shit, he’s waking up,” Rick whispered from behind his head. “If you wanna lose that cherry bro, you better put it in now.” Paul panicked as Steven popped into the beam of light provided by the bathroom, and winced as he felt the boy ram in all seven thick cut inches at once. His hole may have had some lube from Daniel’s cum, and was stretched by it as well, but it was still new to this experience and fought and grasped the dick at each opportunity. He felt something burning along the dick, and realized it burned the same way when he’d had a booty bump before on the deck. Steven didn’t use any of the gentle thrusts Daniel had used, instead he was full throttle from the start. It only took five minutes before he added his load to Paul’s ass, but it felt like an eternity to Paul who was now much more aware and knew that his mouth was stuffed full of something to keep him quiet. Steven sweat and huffed and he pulled away, replaced by Justin almost before Paul could take a breath. Just had a shorter dick, around 6 inches, also cut, but it was as thick as Daniel’s. He power fucked Paul just as Steven did, but he’d go all the way in and out each time, making Paul scream into his gag everytime the thick brown head of his dick slammed back into the asshole. Luckily Justin was the fastest yet, breeding Paul after three minutes. When he finished, he slapped Paul and laughed. Paul had very little fight left, which worked out well for Rick. Rick had his brother come hold Paul’s hands while he used his 7 and a half inch cut cock to make love to Paul’s hole. Paul began to enjoy the fuck so much that his cock got hard again. “Get your mouth on his dick little bro,” Rick ordered, grabbing his brother’s curls and forcing his head down to Paul’s cock. “Ew, no way Ricky,” Steve fought and pulled as much as he could while his brother held him by his hair. “that shit if for faggots.” “You want me to show Mom and Dad the pictures of you getting sucked by that boy from your film class? Then you suck his dick and swallow his cum.” Rick’s blackmail did the trick, and Paul’s cock grew in the boy’s mouth. Some thrusts from behind and a little tongue and Paul began shooting down the boy’s throat. Rick followed right behind him, pumping load four into Paul before collapsing on his brother’s head and making his bro lick his cock clean. They argued about something as they left the room, Justin snickering and following after our into the dim hallway. A sound came from the opposite corner and Paul focused enough to lift his head. He could just make out a form in a chair, holding something with a blinking red light. As the form stood up, Paul could see it had to be Daniel based on the height and frame. As Daniel stepped into the light from the bathroom, the thing in his hand was revealed as a camera. “Sorry to do this, but it is my insurance that you won’t tell anyone what we did once you leave.” Daniel explained as he set the camera on the dresser by the bed. “I didn’t mean to force myself on you like that, but I to have that ass, you understand?” “You can’t keep that tape, you have to destroy it,” Paul sat up, and felt woozy still. They must have given him more ghb as well as the booty bumps. “I can’t Paul. It’s my insurance.” Daniel lit the pipe and put it to Paul’s lips. As upset as he was, he was desperate for the high like before, so he took a giant hit, and didn’t fight Daniel as he kissed him and sucked down the smoke too. “Not just insurance that you won’t tell, but insurance that I will get to do it again.” Paul heard the last part too late, as Daniel pushed him back, turned him onto his stomach and pinned his hands before inserting his cock once more. Paul screamed and screwed his eyes shut for the first few thrusts, opening them to find Rick holding the pipe for him to smoke. As Daniel took his time and raped Paul in every position he could, Rick kept Paul busy with either the pipe or his dick in Paul’s mouth. When the sun started to peek in through the curtains, Daniel had shot twice more inside his ass, and Rick had cum once in his mouth and once all over his face, all on camera. Paul tried to think of a way out of this without ruining his career or destroying his reputation, but kept coming up empty handed and asking for more tina. Coming soon Chapter 3: Dick Carson returns, The films are screened, Paul goes back to Hollywood

Chapter 4: Going All The Way I fumbled with my belt. Oh god. I was out of control again. I unfastened my trousers and tossed them aside. With only a second of hesitation, my white shirt and underwear followed. I was naked in front of him. Only now did he remove his own jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear so his shlong hung partly erect. He turned me around to face the counter and stepped up behind me. “I have a condom in my jacket.” I said. "Never use them" he growled in my ear. His cock was pressed against my ass. "I'm negative" I said although I didn't move to try to stop him. "I'm not." He cock now sliding into my crack. "And you knew that yesterday.. Tell me it didn’t turn you on.” The tip of his big dick touched my rosebud and I moaned. I flexed my back to line him up with my hole. "Tell me you want it" I could feel my last chance to stop this was slipping away. But I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop. "Yes. I want it." I moaned. "Beg." He was right. I was - I am - just a slut to be used. I surrendered… my lust had won. I was going to cheat on my husband for the second time in two days and I didn't even know this guys name. ”Please fuck me. I need it so bad. I need you inside me.” His hand was on my back, pressing down and bending me over against the counter. He pushed against my hole but my body tightened up against his thick eight inches. My hands found the lube bottle and I reached back to apply more. He slapped my hands away. "I told you to be lubed up and ready. What you have there will have to do." It had been years since my ass had anything but my husbands prick in me and this was so much bigger. He was determined to get inside me, however, and I was determined as well. Finally, like my throat the day before, my manhole remembered how to take a dick and his head slipped inside. I grunted in pain, glad for the empty hallways around the bathroom. He was so thick and I could feel my assring stretched tight around him. It was like losing my virginity again. My dick had gone softer with the pain. He pushed again and an inch of his shaft followed the cockhead. He wasn't gentle. This was a fuck, not "making love". I was a hole to be used for his pleasure. And it was the most amazing sex I’d felt in years. Despite the pain, I pushed back into his thrusts, eager to feel him balls deep inside me. Another inch, then another…. half of his eight inch dick was inside me. He was hitting my prostate and I was swept away on waves of pleasure. He was merciless in his insistence on getting his dick in deep. He still had one hand on my back, keeping me bent over the counter, and another on my right hip to pull me back into his thrusts. “God your hole is so tight.” The deep rumble of his voice made my ass clench tight around him. All the skills that had lay dormant for so long we're coming back to me now as I relaxed a little to let him thrust deeper, then tightening as he pulled back. He was hitting part of me that my husband never did. I pushed thoughts of Thomas aside. It felt too good to be bothered with guilt right now. My dick, was getting hard again. This uncut cock was hitting that part of me that had been neglected for so long. Finally, after several more minutes of thrusting, I felt his stomach against my back and his balls resting against my ass. He was completely inside me. I clenched my hole tight around his shaft and was rewarded with a pleased moan escaping from him. He was slamming his dick into me now. And I was meeting every thrust. He had both hands on my hips to hold me in place. My ass was stretched and sore but I didn’t want the feelings to stop. I’m not sure how long we were there. It felt like forever and it felt like no time at all. Everything forgotten but the sensation of being truly fucked. We were both panting and the sound echoed in the room. “Here it comes, boy. I’m going to breed your ass.” “Yeah, give it to me! Give me your load… shoot that POZ load inside me.” I felt him tense up, his grip on my hips tighten, his dick swelling even more inside me. He slammed in deep one final time. He groaned as he reached his peak. His throbbing manhood shooting in my ass again and again. Damn this man could produce cum. Finally, his grip on my hips relaxed and I could hear him breathing heavily above me. He didn’t pull out. His dick was still hard and he began to slowly thrust again. He hit my prostate. Again. And again. I spasmed. My hole clenched tight. My own load shoot all over the edge of the counter. He slapped my ass hard and I felt him shoot again inside me. His dick was so thick I could feel every pulse and every wave. It took him a minute to catch his breath and he slowly pulled out of my ass. His cream - his HIV infected cream - was dripping and running down my leg. I’m not kidding… this guy produced enough cum for two or three men. He slapped my ass again with a chuckle and easily slid his finger into my hole. “Not so tight anymore.” I was barely aware when he pulled me off the countered, pushed me to my knees, and stuck his dick in my mouth. “Clean me up.” I obediently sucked and licked his dick. I could taste my own ass juices as my tongue caressed his shaft, as it slid under his foreskin. I licked the cum from his pubes and thighs, savouring each tasty drop. When he was finally content, he pushed me roughly away. As he pulled his pants back on and tucked his soft dick back into his jeans, I turned to the counter and licked up my own spooge. He laughed behind me but I didn’t care. I was in heaven, absolute heaven. He slipped on his shirt and opened the door to leave. I looked up and called after him, my voice pleading. “Same time on Monday?” “And what about your husband?” The mockery, even contempt, in his voice was palpable. “I thought “I don’t… uh…” I stammered. “I mean… no one has ever made me feel that good.” He shrugged. “You don’t understand, do you? I’ve had you…. I’m done with you now. On to something new.” “Please… I need to feel you in me again.” You ‘married’ men are all the same. You pretend to be so devoted but bend over for dick the first chance you get.” His smile was malicious. “I’ll tell you what. Be here every day next week, same time, and I’ll make sure you get some dick.” He gestured at the middle stall. “Be in there. Anyone that comes in here was sent by me. You will suck them, you will let them fuck you… whatever they want.” He waited until I nodded acceptance. “If everyone I send is pleased, I will fuck you again.” The door closed behind him leaving me alone, still naked, still on my knees in the men’s room. We both knew that I would be here and do whatever I had to.

Would be nice to somehow get a competition going . . .

When I go to East Side or West Side Club I am known to walk out with at least 15 to 20 loads in my ass in 4 hours, 25 in six hours. They should just put a revolving door at my room.