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Holy crap, don't stop now! Four of my favorite things - booty bumps, bathhouses, bareback and BBC!

[Moderator's Note: This is an updated/improved version of a post which has now been deleted.] "You drive," he said as the three of us went through the turnstile at the exit of the bookstore. Again, it wasn't a question. "OK. Over here," I said, pointing to my car. I unlocked the doors and climbed in the driver's seat. "Preston and Broadway, right?" "No, drive us to 39th and Cecil," he said. "We got business to do first." I had no ideas where Cecil Street was, so I headed down Main toward 39th street. The deepest, darkest part of West End Louisville. Muhammad Ali, Quincy Jones, Malcolm X had all lived in the area at one time or another. As we passed 10th, the rows of housing projects started. At 17th, I started noticing lots of people in the streets, like we were in a public park. By 25th, the hookers were put. As we neared 39th, I noticed quite a few black boys and men in streets or on the porches passing cigarettes, joints, or pipes back and forth. My big daddy guided me to a tall, three story behemoth of a structure that at one time must have been a mansion. Today, it was boarded up, caked with dirt and dust, and looked like it could fall down at any second. It was also loaded with people, who were spilling out the doors, sitting in windows, or strewn on the lawn in various stages of intoxication. They were brazen with either open drug use, fighting, or public sex, and no cops were in sight. They knew better. This area was lost and there was no getting it back. The new Wild West - no police, no authority, and no rules beyond those of the street. I would get to know this house very well over the next ten months. For tonight though, I was concerned. Ok, not concerned - I was scared shitless. "Park over there," he ordered, pointing about a half block down the street. "There's room over there," I said, pointing to an area near the front of the house. "Bitch, I said to park over there!" he said firmly as he grabbed my forearm and squeezed hard, "Damn.... damn! OK," I said as I glided the car to a stop alongside the curb. "Come on," he said. I followed the two men toward the building, and it felt like I was walking with Moses as we got closer. Anyone on the sidewalk stepped off it and out of our way when we got within ten feet or so. They all stopped talking and and few of them stared at us, but most of them just looked away as we passed. We got to the front door and a very pretty black girl in a bikini greeted us. "Well, holy shit, look who it is." She knew him. And apparently hated him deeply - her voice was a mixture of mockery anddisgust. "And with an entourage, too," she said. She looked me squarely in the eye and turned up her lip. "This your new pussy?" She asked. "Shut the fuck up, Sis, and tell Ken I'm back. And I want a brick." "A brick, damn!" She never took her eyes off of me. "You in trouble, sweetie," she said. "You in it deep!" She turned and went inside. "Follow her," he said as we entered the house. The interior was as unappealing as the exterior, but the dozens of people inside didn't seem to notice. Most were either dead asleep, smoking something, or shooting up. The others were engaged in some sort of sexplay in various combinations and numbers. I was thinking about the syringe again as I wastched a young, naked muscular black boy shooting up while an older white woman sucked his long, flaccid cock. Was it the sex going on making me so hard, or the thought of getting high again? The girl ducked into a room and within a minute came out with a paper grocery bag. We followed her into another room where she locked the door and dumped out the contents of the Kroger bag onto the room's only furniture - a twin bed. He made a low whistle as he sorted through it all. I saw something square wrapped in aluminum foil, glass pipes of various sizes and shapes, a cheap looking spoon (all bent up and burned), a few bags of white or ivory colored powder, a few lighters, and best of all, about a dozen syringes. He opened the aluminum foil and stuck hs ginger in. He licked it off. "Nice. Strong junk," he said to his sister. "Only the best for you," she said sexily as she moved closer to him. She put her hand on his thigh and moved it up toward his crotch. "I'm gonna fix you, don't worry," he said, annoyed. "But I ain't gonna fuck you anymore." "Faggot," she said angrily. Like a flash of lightning, his hand shot out and he hit her right on her temple. "Whore," he said as she crumpled down to the floor. "Junkie." With watery eyes, she said, "Thanks to you, fucker, brother." He wasn't listening. He had turned his attention to the assortment of supplies and handed me a glass pipe with a large chamber at the top, filled...no, stuffed...with white powder. "Smoke it," he said. I put the pipe to my lips as he flicked the lighter. A plume of smoke came out of the top. "Now, draw," he said. I could see the inside of the glass pipe turn white. I sucked on it, blew out a white cloud, and repeated. He handed me the lighter as he turned back to the bed. I don't recall how much time I spent smoking, but as I was watching his sister dreamily rubbing her arm as he removed a syringe, the guy who was with us took the pipe from me and told daddy, "Dragin's out." I was high - beyond it, actually, and Horner than I had ever been. "Whaaaa...I whaannnnaaa get fucked," I slurred. I don't know what came over me, but I crawled toward his sister, climbed on top and slid my cock into her hole as she pushed her tongue is n my mouth. An second or an hour later, I felt my daddy's huge cock pushing into me and then pounding my ass, hard, I forgot all about the girl under me, and concentrated on that hard, huge pole fucking me. And fucking me, And fucking me, And then, a blinding white flash, a huge surge of energy, and every cell in of my body was wrapped in the largest, most blinding, mind-numbing orgasm I gad ever experienced in my nineteen years. I was cumming from my hole and it stretched my being as it shot outward to my extremities. My hole pulsed and spammed, my clock was shooting, and my body was shaking, and the I heard him moan, and as he came in me, he kept pumping hard, gard, harder. Bye was chanting, " Ooh baby....yeah...filling you......giving you my poison...knocking you up, bitch....fuck yeah." And that's the last thing I recall before waking up on my stomach with someone fucking my ass. I tried to turn to see who it was, but my head was smashed onto the floor and held there. All I could see was a dark Palm and a long, thick black dinger as my head was held against the floor. I couldn't move. I didn't want to, really. The fucking increased in speed and intensity, but I was feeling no pain at all. I was floating, delicious waves of warmth enveloping me like a hug, and I started fucking back at the cock entering me. "Yeah, bitch," the man said over and over until he grunted. "I'm cumming in you, bitch," he said. "Awwwwwr," he grunted, as he pushed in hard and started cumming. "Yeah," he whispered, "I'm filling you up, baby. Marking you....fuck, you a good whore. Worth every penny....." he throbbed in me, depositing his load in me until he relaxed. The hand left my head and I felt his breath as he whispered in my ear, "Your pussy got filled up wit my babies," and he withdrew as I laid there, motionless, but my head rolling like I was on a river. I was hornier than ever. I needed fucked, and I knew that I wouldn't be leaving this room anytime soon.

I am sure that a lot of us have imagined what it migt be like to fuck in front of the camera. Who has actually done it, in a professional setting, voluntarily? I wa involuntarily in a string of underground vids in the 1970's when I was far too young to be able to knwo what I was doing, but I don't count those because it was not something that I really wanted to do. But since then, I have wondered what it would feel like to be the center of attention again, with e camera running, with actual consent. Is the industry as cold and unfriendly as they say? Or is it possible to actually have a great ti me while heing filmed?

Does anyone knows if Sage Daniels or Dominik Ryder are entertaining us mortals? Sage has got the hottest shoulders inthe biz, and Dominik's cakes are perfectly baked! What I would give to botom for either of them.....?

I abso.utely love te clone look of the 70's and early 80's - black hair, black eyes, heavy mustache, and dark tan body. I have rarely managed to bag one myself (I live in Kentucky - not a lot of that look around), but whenever I do, I feel like I am starring in a vintage porn film, and cum like crazy. Of all the 70's clones, Pierce Daniels was my all-time favorite fantasy fuck. It also turns me on to know that so many of them were in facted but didn't know how or why, and just kept fucking away with wild abandon. That's not exactly PC of me, but I am not making apologies for my fantasies.

I looooove Pierce Daniels and the whole Clone thing. Anyone like that near Louisville??

I as aboe to upload my fem pics..... Let me know what you think, and when you are gonna pimp me out or film me in action!

Back to Bowling Green earlier this month, and it has been a hot one! Woke up Friday all ready to give and take some anonymous loads, but none of my regular friends were playong, and I didn't feel like the hassle of finding a new FB. So after work, I started thinking about driving south toward a great bookstore in Horse Cave, KY and found myself instead packing my CD gear and heading to Bowling Green. Don't know what it is about that city, but every time I put up a CL ad they come running like nowhere else. My first was a BBC who did my ass last time, and (in his words) "marked another bitch." This weekend, it has beenseven different BbC and almost a dozen other guys of all ages and ranges, but mostly blue collar / farm types. Most of them have just wanted to fuck and go, but I did flip with two of them - one was a hot gut with a smallish cock but a bubble butt that you could stand a beer mug on, and the other was a younger effeminate guy - not typically my type, but he started kissing my neck and shoulder,and I can't help myself after that. Only ree guys wanted to party, so I would load up between takes and wait for the next. got a couple of hidden cam vids and new photos, . . . .And if I ever figure out how to upload from an iPad....

Have a semi-regular that is always up for a good fuck, morning, noon or night. He's fairly short - about 5'8, but his BBC is truly big - and he pounds it deep when he cums, i caught up with him last night after a bad day at work. I really just wanted to get used and pounded, and he was available. So I drove into Old Louisville, found a spot on Fourth Avenue, and went around back to his apartment. He was naked, semi-hard, and opened the door wide, i took my time coming in, letting anyone looking see what was about to happen. No talk was necessary. We went back to his bedroom and he threw a clean sheet across the bed. The place was a wreck as usual - food wrappers everywhere, dust and trash. I'm sure I could find a crack pipe without having to look too hard. I knelt down and sucked him until he was hard. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his dick all the way down my throat a few times - a nice choking sensation for me. After a bit, I stood up and went face-down on the bed. After some hot rimming, he lubed up and slid in slowly, letting me get used to the length. Once I was, the ride started. We fucked for about 30 minutes, in every position. For the first time, he started kissing - always gets me very hot. With his dick up my hole and his tongue in my mouth (and some smoke in my lungs from the ride over), I was crawling with lust. He turned me over and wrapped his arm around my neck, and squeezed. Yes! I love to be choked while I get fucked. He whispered in my ear, "Are you my bitch?" I couldn't answer - no air. "I said, ARE YOU MY BITCH, BITCH?" I finally choked out, "Yes, daddy, breed your bitch." "You want that poz cum in your hole?" "Yeah, fill it up, shoot in me. Breed me. Do it." "I'm breeding you right now, bitch," he said it over and over as he continued to slam me so hard tha I could not feel him shooting - only could sense the growing wetness as he emptied his balls into me. Eventually, he let go of my neck, kissed me tenderly, and got up. I am still bruised, and it feels awesome.

Anyone know how to upload froman iPad??

I definitely go fem when I am dressed. I love it when "straigt" married guys talk about knocking me up, how they are making me their bitch, and then shoot cum in me. I love to feel fem, and when I have a pair of undies and cami, I have a profile that would make a lot of real girls jealous. I still love being a man, but this is a good diversion every now and then, and it is guaranteed to bring the married guys in droves!

I worked my way out from underneath the large, black man, as the girl came over and shook him roughly. He barely stirred in his sleep. "He gonna be out for a while. You must have done it up big," she said matter of factly. I, meanwhile, was turning a new shade of crimson, and was picking mu my clothes and getting dressed as quickly as I could. "I need to go," was all I could think to say. She just shrugged and said, "If you say so," she walked out the door, and I followed a few seonds later. I looked around, but she had literally disappeared - there was no one out, only cars driving down Fourth. I hightailed it back to 4th and main - a long trek. Had I really followed him all that distance? I breathed a sigh o f relief when Imsaw my car. I unlocked it, started up, and sped back toward the 'burbs. As I walked in, my dad was just leaving for work. He gave me a wink on his way out, and put his hands up to his chest to mimick a set of large breasts. I smiled weakly and ran up to my room. In the shower, I started feeling funny - a little dizy, a little sick to my stomach. I shook it off when I realized that his two huge loads were involuntarily seeping out of my hole. I felt like a slut, and loved it! I knew right then, without a doubt, that I loved sex with me. I was, as my dad would say with derision so often, a "fag." But at that moment, with cum dripping onto the shower floor, I could care less.. I got a man of with my hole - no, my pussy, as he callled it. I have a pussy, and it makes huge black men cum. I got hard, jacked off, and sat on my bed, thinking about where I could get more guys to fuck me. *** *** *** Fast-forward three days and 11 hours. I am back in the bookstore with my ass pressed up against a hole in the wall. An unknown dick is pumping in an out of my wet hole, sloshing around a load from the last cock. The bookstore is a can't-miss hookup. I have been fucked four times, and each one was as diferent as the last. But none were as good as my black daddy. I had not sen him since that morning I ran out of his place, buttoning my pants on the way out the door. The man on the other side of the wall groaned and shot his load. I milked his cock with my hole, and he eventually slid out and left the booth. I buttoned up,my Brittanica jeans and peeked out the door for a glimpse of my latest fuck a short, dumpy white guy, middle aged, was waddling out of the peeps. He left a nice load in me. Too bad for his wife, i got it instead. And then, just like last time, there he was. Standing outside of a booth, rubbing his crotch and staring right through me. I felt cold inside, then my ass twitched and my dick started to inflate again. He ran a hand all the way down the length of his cock, bulging through that same pair of checked pants. It was onscenely huge. Had i really taken that whole thing. "Hey, bboy," he said. "You back again?" I walked over to him, my pussy went with fresh cum. "I haven't been able to think about anything but you laying on top of my." "You got a fine pussy. Suck the cum right out of a man's dick." Despite the roughness and crudity, I was proud, and more than a little turned on. " I can do it again," I said. He turned and walked into the movie theater. I knew what that meant by nnow,, so I followed close behind. Once we got inside, i dropped to my kneews. In seconds, his cock was down my throat. "Damn, baby," he said. "You got a pussy in your yeah, eat dat dick."mouth, too!" I just grunted as Ii kept working his dick. Within a few minutes, I felt a new set of hands on my head, and heard another voice, thick with ghetto accent, whisper, "Yeah, boy, eat dat dick." I obliged - all the way down,and ran my tongue over his heavy balls. He moaned. "Damn!" Said the new guy. "I want some of that!" "Five bucks," said my man. What?! I was being sold? Instead of shock or shame, I felt hugely flattered. "Fuck dat," said the new guy as he backed off. My man responded, "That's another five." The new guy stopped in his tracks. He moved closer, looking me over as I kept throating that giant cock. "Yeah, but not here." "Let's go," my man said as he pulled his dick from my throat. "Come on, girl," he said. I followed. What else could I do? I knew I wanted those cocks to fuck me. In the back of my mind, I was also hoping that he'd have more of whatever was in that needle.

How can we find them?

A FB recently told me that I had great legs, and would make a hot CD ...... from the shoulders down, that is. I am masculine, and like masculine men. Nothing turns me off more than an effeminate man. Don't take offense, that's just a preference. I like men, and I like my men to be manly. But when Steve said that, I was intrigued even though I laughed it off. A few weeks later, when I was at the drug store, I bought a pair of thigh-high stockings. I was a little twisted up at the time, and I blamed it on the fact that my head was so high in the clouds. When I got home, I did a quick half-shave on my legs, pulled on the stockings, and went to my mirror. Not bad. Probably would look better after a smoke, so I took a few hits, put on a tank top, and looked in the mirror again.....and I did look better. Over the next few weeks, I added to my collection: a few undies, a black lace cami, more stockings. I had never considered going CD, but I was enjoying it. I grabbed a hotel, got my goodies, and put up an ad on CL. Within minutes, I had a slew of responsesl I set them up one by one, and by the time the night was done, I had taken over 25 loads. Amazing. I dont CD often, but when I do, I can be sure of plenty of breeding, Last week, I was in Bowling Green and put up my ad - and got 12 breedings. Not bad for a small town. I will never be passable, but you can put a pillow over my head and go to town if you are in the area. My pics are in my gallery.

I am in Louisville, KY and am seeking a hot BB Porn Star inis general region - figure they are all in Chicago or Indy, so I am posting here. I want the fantasy - bred by a star. Contact me, or if anyone knows where to find one, let me know, please!

Drove over to the bookstore in Horse Cave, KY. Great place to pick up truckers, but also tweaked out straight boys and occasionally their girlfriends. Rural Kentucky is swimming in meth, and if you can avoid the harsh stuff that's made inthe bathtub, Kentucky has the best you'll find anywhere. Met a male/female trucker team, smoked a ton of crystal in a booth and ended up with him behind me and her in front. Didn't cum, but as I was fucking her, I told her I was poz. She gasped started fucking me harder. So I kept whispering to her "Poz....I'm gonna fill your pussy with toxic seed.... Knock you up with a poz load...." She was cumming when I finally stopped fucking her, Although I occasionally like a freak show like that, I ultimately get turned off before I cum. So I went to the theater, dropped trou, and took two anon loads. Headed back to the arcade, smoke a bit more, and took two more through one of the giant gloryholes. I fucked her again in the theater with a few guys watching. Ni told her that she had to beg for my poz cum. She started moaning and begging for it, and her boyfriend was jacking of. He dropped a load on her tits, and as she was saying she wanted a toxic load, I shot in her pussy. When I finished she said that it ws hot, and even though she was already positive, she loved the fantasy. Another guy climbed on her, and I zipped up and left. Not bad for a Sunday evening, I though, but by the time I got home, I was ready for more. So it was Craigslist all night....the last one just left. Nearly 7 AM, so its time to get up and get dressed for work!

I actually did the math, or a guesstimate of the math. I took my first bare load at age 11, but I don't start counting until I was actively and voluntarily having sex - at 14 with a bud. Between 14 and 16, I had 9 different guys, and remember every one. At 16, I was able to get into adult movie stores in my state, and that's where I started to lose track and have to guestimate. Between 16 and 17, I averaged 1 a week. More at the beginning of 16 and less at the end of 17 because of saturation of the market - there were only so many guys fucking in a bookstore within driving distance. So that's 104+9=113. at 18, I moved to St. Louis for 6 months and discovered the baths. 3 a month for 6 is 18 +113=131 Then to Houston for 9 months. Plenty of guys in Houston, and I lived a block from the nearest gloryhole and 1/2 mile to the bathhouse. Became a regular, and probably fucked every top in the city! This is me in my early 20's twink mode with a love of hot daddies. And there was no shortage of daddys and papis in 1980's Houston! Another 5 a week (and I am not kidding, it was amazing!) for 36 weeks is 180 + 131=311. Connecticut for 18 months. Apparently, very few people have sex in Connecticut, or if they do, I could not find them. 4 total in 18 months, all lousy lays. I'll hold at 311 ' cause they were that bad. Then to Manhattan for 2 years. Ah, the city, with Times Square in the 80's, the Anvil open and incredibly active, bathhouses galore, and private parties making the rounds on rudimentary BBS systems. 3 a week for 104 weeks is conservative, but there was saturation even in the city, and there were a few weeks where I was ill, or out of town (but usually still looking), etc. 312+311=623. Memphis. Low volume, no baths, no bookstores, but high, high quality and super busy truck stops. 1 a month for 16 months. 639. To New Orleans, home of the Phoenix, the Corner Pocket, Decadence, and one of the greatest baths I've ever visited and an endless supply of tourists. But I have to divide it up. Year One: easily 125. Year two: 75 year 3: 1 (in love again). Year 4,5:0 year 6: 75 (we start fooling around) year 7: 175 (we travel just for sex tours and pull as many as 10-15 a night sometimes, test poz) total: 451+639=1109. So I hit 4 figures when I was living in n'Awlins, but he could have been from anywhere in the US, Brazil, Mexico, Canada (Montreal or Toronto), St. martens, Italy, France, England, Germany (Berlin), Amsterdam, or Barcelona. Believe it or not, but we struck out in Portugal, Ireland, Scotland, Malta, Croatia, Greece, and Luxembourg (where I most wanted to get topped just for the absurdity of it!) back to Louisville and domestic bliss. But also tremendous sex. I still find at least 1 new one a month....and when we travel, it is always to a city with great opportunity. Let me tell you about the Slammer in L.A., the hottest sex club since the Anvil! Nights in the sling, days in the back darkroom getting topped by dozens of anonymous guys. Awesome!! I am on meds, but dont tell my partners that unless they ask. Instead, I play up the poz angle, and it really turns guys on!

Thanks, Wrote that one of the fly and didn't know where it was gonna go, but I could hear the kid begging to get chemmed after just a few sentences, LOL.

I recognized him from across the bar. It was hard not to - dressed in tight faded denim shorts, a sleeveless tee, suede work boots and a construction worker's hat, he was one of the few people in the entire bar who wasn't wearing head-to-toe black leather, that's why I was fairly certain that he wouldn't recognize me. My leather harness, chaps, dark shades, and biker boots were the polar opposite of what he saw his high school history teacher wearing on a typical school day. That's right, history teacher. High school history teacher. I teach at one of the local public high schools, and while it is fairly obvious to me (and some of my co-workers...and students) that I hunt dick at night, most people see me a just a guy who is a bit out-of-time. My thick black mustache, dark eyes, dark hair, and furry chest are the epitome if the 1970's clone look, and while it might seem out of time when I'm wearing sansabelts and Aarow dress shirts, it looks pretty damn hot when I'm decked out in leather. Or denim. Or nothing at all. Like tonight. I've been looking forward to Village Night all month. The last Friday of the month is dedicated to one of the icons of the Disco era and my favorite spot, the Bar Code, transforms from a leather cruise bar with an active backroom into a late 70's cruise disco with an overstuffed backroom. The kid looked like he was barely keeping his head above water when I saw Jack and Cap on either side of him. Jack was rubbing the kid's crotch, and Cap had his hand running up the backside of his leg. They were both whispering in the kid's ear. I knew I had to intervene, or the kid would be in over his head before he knew it. I danced my way over to him, grinding on a motorcycle cop here, a construction worker or cowboy there....and within seconds was pulling Cap's hand out of the back of the kid's shorts. "This one's jailbait, boys," I said. "Word must be out that the doorman is into chicken and lets in the underage crowd so he can arrest them out later. See? Here he comes." Frank was, indeed, headed this way. The pair moved off, no doubt to look for another unsuspecting victim of their s&m-and-pozzing plan. I grabbed the kid's arm. "Come with me if you don't want to end up in the back of a police car," I said, exaggerating Frank's plans for the kid. He followed without a word, looking worried....but also a little .... Drunk? Or high? I couldn't tell. We made our way to the backroom. As expected, it was wall-to-wall fucking. Not sucking, fucking. The kid stopped cold. "This is how men get off, not boys," I said. "Don't worry, we re just in here because Frank got banned after he left his post to fuck one too many times." I led him toward the back corner. The further we got, the darker it became. The smell of mansex was almost overpowering back here. "Thanks, mister." The kid finally said something, and I knew right away that he wasn't drunk. Cap must have booted the kid when his hand was down his pants, and it was starting to come on strong,too. He was jittery, sweating, and rubbing his cock, "Damn. Fucking hot," he said to no one in particular as he watched the fucking going on around him. I was about to lose my restraint. If he keep rubbing that cock through those fucking sexy denim shorts, I was going to end up fucking him. I knew I wouldn't resist for long. He gasped and started pumping his hips when I started kneading his ass. A moan. Rubbing that cock. Kneading that ass. I moved behind him and unsnapped the shorts' buttons one by one. His hand instantly went to his cock once it was freed and started pumping, intent on cumming as quickly as possible. I held him still, nibbled on his earlobe and whispered, "Shhhh... Savor it. Don't cum yet. Look at all the fucking. Real men, macho men, bent over and taking raw dick." He tensed up when I said the word raw. I was testing him. He moaned, "Fucking hot." Passed the test with flying colors. "Flying colors." Made me remember the two tabs of X in my front pocket. I took one out and laid it on my tongue, then turned the kid around and shoved my tongue down his throat. I'm sure he noticed me shotgunning the tab into his mouth, but he didn't protest. Once it was and absorbed, I asked him, "So you party?" "Not yet, need a teacher," he said. Ambiguous, I thought. But I couldn't resist that opening. "I'm a hell of a good teacher," I said before I slid my tongue into the back of his mouth and nearly gagged him. My hands were all over him, and the X was just barely starting to kick in, making him ultra responsive to my hands. He was almost writhing as I rubbed him all over. I heard his shorts hit the floor. No underwear. I pulled his shirt over his head, felt it to make sure the pockets were empty, and threw it into the middle of the backroom orgy. I looked for his reaction, but there wasn't one - his eyes were glassy, his lips were parted, and his cock was rock hard ad he continued to grind himself on my hand I moved to his hole...it was wet. Very wet. "You been fucked tonight, son?" I asked, some surprise in my voice. "Fuck me. Fuck me, I fucking need it." I gave him a slight slap. "I asked if you've been fucked yet tonight, boy!" His eyes focused for a second. "No. Lubed just in case.." That was all I needed to hear. I started pushing my cock at his entrance. He tried to pull off and then started moving his hands as if he were digging in his pants pockets. "Need to cover up," he said. And then he looked down and laughed. "Looks like my shorts are gone," and with that he started pushing back against my raw cock. Either he wasn't a virgin, or he had some long and thick toys at home, because I slipped in with no difficulty. I wasn't incredibly well hung, 7 inches, average thickness, but I was uncut, and he was a senior in high school. It shouldn't have been that easy. "Yeaaaah," he said. "Fuck yeah," I responded. "Fuck me. Fuck me like my daddy. Hard and rough." I started slamming him, and he responded like a proper cuntboy - pushing back with every thrust, pulling away, but never letting the head out of the hole. The kid knew how to fuck, that's for sure. We pounded at each other until I was glistening with sweat, and he was positively dripping with it. Positively. "Do you want my load, boy?" "Yes, daddy. Blast it in me." "My poz load? You want me to charge you up?" Bit his ear, hard. "Yeah!" He yelled. "Give it to me! Breed me! Fucking cum in my ass. Cum in my ass!" He was yelling loudly, and I felt his hole tighten. I knew what was coming. He was. "Yeaaaah," he said. "Poz me up. Poz me. Poz me." And i did just that. I buried my bone a deep as I could and unloaded in what was easily the hardest, longest and best cum of my 34 years. Seeded him. Dropped my load in that boyhole. Bred him lime a bitch, as he continued to squeeze at my cock in rhythm, his orgasm continuing and actually getting stronger. "Poz me," he whispered one last time. Eventually we slowed down, and I held my cock in his hole. I moved it around a little bit, left and right, up and down, to make sure that the seeds were planted. I licked his ear, "You're mine now, boy. I got you marked." He shuddered. "Yeah. Marked. Pozzed. Fucking hot. Can't wait to go breeding other guys." I though to myself that this kid has either been reading Breeding Zone, or he's not really an 18 year old high school student. "Where'd you get a dirty thought like that, kid?" "Breeding Zone." "Fuck yeah," I said. I took my shades off. "At least it wasn't in third period history." He turned his head and looked at me. "Mr. Dooney," he said. "Fuck yeah. Now squeeze that cock while I pull out. Get the last of those babies before we head to my place." He squeezed, and I slowly pulled out. Odd, he wasn't able to clamp down on my cock all that hard. The kid was loose. "Who the hell wrecked your hole?" I asked. "Doorman," he said. "Fucks me at least once a week." Hot. I thought to myself that it was a perfect fuck - the hardest cum of my life, thinking that I was pozzing one of my students, but none of the guilt. If Frank was hitting that ass once a week, he was already Poz, plus a few others. I thought about one of my fuckbuds, a GP, and wondered if he'd fuck me in the exam room once I told him that I was gonna need some antibiotics. I grabbed his shorts off the floor and shoved them into his chest. "Put these one," I said, "And get ready for the night of your life." He smiled, bent over and in a few seconds, we were walking toward the exit. I noticed a cowboy holding the kid's shirt over some guy's cock, using it as a cumrag. I waited for them to finish, then took the shirt and told my boy to put it on. Minutes later, I was walking into my townhouse with an 18 year old hottie in a pair of too-small denim shorts and a cum-soaked t-shirt. Good thing it was 3 AM, or someone might have called the cops. And I was almost disappointed that they didn't, because it would have been hot to share the kid with Greg, my hot cop FB, when he got here!

Wonder if there was more in that pipe than Tina.....? The guy has obviously smoked before, so what was different about this time that mad it hit so hard? Interesting...... Cn't wait for party... Er, I mean, part 2!!

When I can feel the throbbing (rare), i am getting bred and impregnated.... Otherwise its all about the connection, becoming one, always having him with me.....and looking forward to feeling wet for the rest of the day.

As I walked toward my room, I checked out the scene. Not at all what I had expected - the pool area was outdoors, overgrown and unkempt. The TV room was incredibly small, but did boast two levels. I never say a sling, gloryhole area, cross, or other amenities that I ad been expected. And there was a huge amount of construction going on. For a second or so, I indulged i the fantasy of getting fucked by a straight construction worker, but then discarded that as highly unlikely. As I turned the key to my room, I felt a hand brush across my ass and looked up to see a grandpa, at least in his 70's wink and smile. I have known hot daddies, and age is just a number, but it was clear that this gent had not bothered to keep himself fit. I began to see why the twink behind the counter showed so much attitude - he must get hit on all the time. But I felt more a contempt from him - I felt .... heat. The attitude was just an act to cover it. I was sure. I wandered around for a bit, and things were looking up. Took a load from an older Asian dude, who mumbled over and over, "Breed you, breeding you, breed..." Got fucked and sucked in the maze, but the walls were so close together that it was very difficult. Laid face down on the padded riser n e TV room and took two random loads from guys I never saw, and had a couple of others fuck me,without cumming. All raw - seems like no one here was even remotely concerned with condoms. Good. As I got up, I saw the Hispanic twink over in e corner with a couple of younger guys, talking and pointing at men as they passed. I decided to sit over in the corner and observe. As I sat down, I caught his eye, and he turned very serious, lost his smile, and turned his back to me. It was a nice sight. Although he was thin, he wasn't skinny - just small. Maybe 5-foot-six, one hundred forty. He was well-defined, but not muscled at all - just casually well-put together, as if God had hung the muscles on him with great prevision, so that he wouldn't have to work out. I could almost feel the soft firmness just by looking. His shoulders tapered down to a waist that had to be 26 inches. He still had on the blue tunic, but that hit, round bubble ass was covered with a ratty white towel that he had wrapped around his waist. I could not spot a room key anywhere on him - good. He was looking for someone to host. The twinks milled about for a few minutes longer. They'd occasionally burst out in laughter when guys would try to approach, but one by one, they were led off by guys of all ages and sizes until just my twink was left. Apparently he was a lot pickier than the others. Either that or he was waiting for someone. I decided to find out. I stood up and opened my towel so that I could adjust it. He got a brief glimpse of my semi-hard 9 inches. He smiled. I sneered. Then I winked, turned my back, stretched like a cat, and flexed my muscles until I was sure that he was transfixed. Without looking back, I started heading to my room. I passed a few tempting sights along the way - a few guys face down, a hot black guy stroking a gigantic pole, a college-aged couple obviously tweaked and looking for company. I kept going. As Zi rounded a corner I looked back and expected to see my boy following, but I was disappointed - he wasn't in sight. I resisted the urge to head back to the couple or the BBC (or, more likely, both), and found my room. Once inside, i pulled out my pipe and dropped in a good sized shard - a little less than a quarter. Lit the torch and within a few seconds I blew out a thick white cloud and felt the smoke go straight to my dick. I lazily rubbed the head while I prepared for a second hit. But just as I was raising the torch toward the bowl, I heard a knock. I clicked off the torch and dropped my baseball cap over the pipe and the torch. I opened the door, and before I could even tell who was there, the little Mexican Twink was in my room standing directly in front of me with his hands on his hips. "This is a non-smoking room, " he said accusatorially. "Bullshit, pipsqueak," I retorted. He stared at me, and I stared back - a true Mexican stand-off. Then he smiled, looked down, and said, "It's OK. If you want to share, I won't tell." I pulled the baseball cap off the pipe and torch, and laid down on the bed, loosened my towel, and said, "Help yourself, puta." "Yeah, Papi," he said as he almost lunged for the pipe. He sat on the bed with his back to me as he took his first hit - a healthy-sized one that produced a nice cloud. He clearly wasn't new to partying. He immediately took a second and then a third. "Slow down, boy, tat's strong shit." He turned and looked at me, clearly annoyed. "I work at the baths, Papi. You think I don't know how to smoke?" He turned and took a fourth hit. A started absently stroking his back. I could feel the gooseflesh rise. After his fifth toke, he turned toward me, and I could see that his eyes were dilated and glassy. But he was still defiant. "You like my boyflesh?" he asked arrogantly. "Yeah," I responded. He turned and hit it again. I stroked lower. He hit it again. I moved my hand into his tunic feeling for his hole. He lifted up, and looked back at me. His eyes were all-pupil, and he smiled lazily, sexily. "You got good stuff, Papi," he said. "Might make me lose control if I keep going." My finger found his hole, and he gasped. "Too late," I said as I found a hole that was already lubed -whether from a prior fuck or just preparation, I could't tell - or care. My finger slipped in all the way as he turned and lit it again. He rocked on my finger as he drew from the pipe. A weak cloud this time, and he turned around, his eyes completely glazed over and a crooked smile on his face. "Looks like we're empty, daddy," he said. I shivered. "Daddy...." It turned me on lime nothing else. I reached over, fished a baggie out of my pants and tossed it to him. "Wow," he said. "Must be a teen in here. We're gonna have some fun, papi." I shoved two fingers in his hole. "Call me daddy, boy," I said. His eyes rolled i to his head and he repeated in pa whisper, "Yes, daddy." I finger fucked that hole until he was on the edge, riding my hand like a cock. Then I pulled out, grabbed the pipe and loaded it with at least a half. His eyes widened as I lit the torch, heated the bowl and drew the longest, hardest and steadiest as I could. When my lungs were full, I grabbed his neck and blew the smoke into him, hard and fast. He took it all like a pro, and blew a could that anyone would be impressed by. I could tell his head was swimming. He looked dreamy for a second, then went for my towel. I laud back and felt his hands lift my heavy cock. "Yeah, Daddy," he said. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard."