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Dad’s Basement Part One

OFF LIMITS !!!! That’s how it always was, no one had access to the basement except Dad. Growing up I used to imagine that he was a mad scientist and it was his laboratory where he conducted hair raising experiments. As I got older, my thoughts changed - was it his private gym - he was built, but I knew he went to a gym early in the morning - hell I even went with him quite a few times. My mind always wondered, but I never had the chance to go down —— until now. 

Here it was my eighteenth birthday, I was home alone, which was the norm since Mom ran off with some man she met on the internet when I was starting my teen years and has not been heard from since. It was when I was heading to the kitchen to get my breakfast, that I saw it. The basement door was open, not wide open, but just enough to know someone could go down there. 

Stomach be damned, my curiosity was strong than my hunger at this point. I had to see what was down there. 

“Dad, are you home?” I yelled.  No response.

I made my way to the laundry room, which accessed the garage and saw that his truck was gone. My stomach groaned - not from hunger, but nerves. I made my way through the house, looking for my Dad. I wanted to make sure I was home alone. I was still scared of getting caught in the “forbidden basement.” He was no where to be found in the house, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t hiding some where.  Fuck I can’t believe I would think that my own Dad would set me up.  I had to make sure.

Grabbing my cell, I dialed Dad’s number, he quickly answered after one ring, was he waiting for this call.  Was this a set up?

“Morning Squirt, what’s up?” he said. Squirt - the nickname he knew I hated, yet called me that when it was just the two of us.

“Dad, do you want me to do the yard today?” I asked

“It’s your birthday and you want to do yard work? We can do it this weekend, together. Any more silly questions or can I get back to my work so I can be home on time?” he replied.

“Yeah, are you coming home early or what, like you said it is my birthday.”

“Right now, Squirt, it looks like normal time. Got any other pressing questions?”

“Nah, I’m good” I replied.  "Bye, Dad.”

I hung up and quickly made my way to the basement door.  In my mind I expected it to be closed and locked, thinking it was all a trick of my mind.  Without knowing it I held my breathe as I  made my way to the door, only to slowly release it seeing that the door was still a jar.  Nervously, I slowly pushed the door open, exposing the darkened stairs which lead to the mysterious basement below. I squinted my eyes to see if I could see anything in the darkness below.  Nothing!

That first step was the hardest, I had always known I was not allowed down here, but with finding the door opened I could not help but break the rule.  I felt the way to see if I could find a switch to illuminate the mystery, nothing.  Another what the fuck?  I slowly descended the stairs until I was at the bottom.    

The nerves in my stomach were twitching so bad that I thought I was going to throw up. I was frozen to the floor, as my hands explored the walls, searching for a light switch. It wasn't long until I found one. I closed my eyes and flipped it, as I thought “let there be light.”  At that moment, I wondered if this is really what I wanted.  Did I want to know my Dad’s secret?

I slowly opened my eyes, finding the room flooded with a red light. The walls were darkly painted and if I were to guess they were black. There was symbols painted on they walls with phrases under them. The one that was the biggest and stood out the most was a circle like symbol, that I had seen somewhere before, but did not know where, and had the phrase under it that said 

“TOXIC FOR LIFE”

Else where there were sayings like “no load refused,” “Seed belongs in holes,” and “gifting is the way” - and more. I didn’t under stand. I slowly moved inwards, noticing a leather pad hanging from chains in one corner, two padded “saw horses” in the middle of the room.  What the fuck is this place, I thought. It’s not a gym, because I have never seen equipment like this. 

As I made my way back, I saw that tucked under the stairs was an open shower area, with white tiles and three heads and two drains. I still didn’t understand. I passed out of that room and into another. The room was painted just like the other, with more phrases. The only different was the symbol, this time there was a huge scorpion on the wall, freaky as shit and ugly as hell.  Under the big scorpion was shelves with little brown bottles on them, as well as what looked like plastic bottles filled with a clear liquid. I racked my mind trying to figure out what this shit was and what it was used for. 

From where I was standing there was a darkened opening to my left and one to my right, leading off to who knows where and what. Being adventurous, I went to the left, it was dark inside so I felt my way. I bumped into the a wall in front of me, but felt an opening to my right, so I turned and continued. I bumped and turned many times again. Shit this was some kind of maze. I panicked, I tried to remember which way I turned and went. What if I get trapped in here and Dad finds me here. I turned and moved, finding relief when I found the opening to get out. I have to be more careful. I discovered nothing with that adventure, so I decided to head to the other opening

I went across the room and into through the other opening to find a wall blocking me, but with openings on the left and right. I went left only to find that this lead me to a room with another wall that went completely across the room. I walked to my right keeping a distance from the new wall with my hand on the wall that I first came to. I saw that there was three holes in the wall, which allowed light to come through. I gathered my courage and crossed the room to the middle hole, to discover that the hole came up to about my crotch. I slowly squatted down and looked through the hole - only to see the outside door to the left, which was letting in the light from out side through the frosted windows. I didn’t understand any of this. 

I went back out and look around the big room again, I failed to notice more shelves holding more brown bottles and plastic squeeze bottles. In each corner was a TV, hung high near the ceiling. As I got back to the stairs, I realized there was another opening on the wall with the light switch. It was still dark inside, so I reached around inside trying to find the new room’s light switch. 

A musty smell invaded my nostrils, rousing my curiosity, as well as my cock. Why was I turned on by this smell. Moments later I found the switch and found this room was a locker room. The lockers formed a square in the center, yet none were on the outer walls. Entering I found why. There were hundreds of used jocks nailed to the wall with pictures under them. The jocks were stained, some a bright yellow, some creamy, some very dark yellow. I lifted one of the jocks to look at the picture. It was of a naked man who’s cock was hard as a rock, my guess the owner of the jock. I lifted the picture up, to find a name, date, and what looked like a code - numbers mixed with three letters in the middle. Looking around I could see that three walls were almost covered with jocks. The fourth was bare. 

At this point I wanted out of the basement. I had so many questions, yet I found that I didn’t want to seek the answers to them. Switching off the lights I made my way I back upstairs, climbed them and put the basement door like I found it. My mind was racing - what the fuck was that shit downstairs and what did it all mean. Confused, I wanted answers, but again I didn’t. Was I really suppose to see this? Did Dad make a mistake?

I went to my room, grabbed my laptop, determined to find out what all this was, even if it took all day.    I logged in and had an email from my Dad pop up on my desk top. It’s subject line was “BASEMENT” - I forgo my searching to read this. 

It read:

          Squirt, 

          I left the basement open for you today. It is time you found out what the secret is.                         It was after your call that I knew you were going to head down there. So here is                             what I do down there. 

         I SUCK DICK, GET MY DICK SUCKED, FUCK ASS AND GET MY ASS FUCKED. I can                            only put it bluntly. Yes, son I am a faggot, cocksucker, or if you want me to be pc                          - I am gay.  I built the basement as a sex club for men like me.  We get together                            as much as possible to have sex. There is a sling hanging from the ceiling, fuck                              benches, a maze with glory holes, and a glory hole wall to suck cock from people                            not in our “Club.”

         I have well stocked it will lube and poppers (you snort to get a rush - not drugs),                           the TV’s are for porn. 

        I am sure you are wondering what are on the walls. Son, we are a Poz Fuck Club,                           each of the members is HIV positive and each man enjoys passing his strain to                               others. We do not let loads of cum go to waste - we swallow and we breed. The                             jocks and pictures are of men who had been converted by our club members.

        I know this may shock you, that your Dad is a toxic cock slut, but after discovering                         what you were watching on line, I thought it was time for you to know, learn and                           maybe join in (this part makes my cock hard)  Don’t be embarrassed - I want you                           to be open about sex even with me. I will be open with you. 

       We will talk more when I get home. 

       Happy Birthday Son

       Love ya, 

      Dad

 I read the email over and over. He knew what I watched on line. I was so scared that if he ever discovered my secret, it would either scare him or anger him, not turn him on.  I needed to talk my mind off him and the basement until he got home. So I headed to the living room to watch movies until he got home. 

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nycnastyboy    68

Fuck yeah!   What happens next?  1on 1? Then groups?  Does dad take all his clothes and make him service strangers 24/7?  My hard leaking dick can't wait for more.

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shinelover    1093

Damn, I am left hanging! Please write fast -I can't wait to get to the next part ;)

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HardaddyMA    22

GAWD YAH!  Got my old boner hard and drippin here - so far this story reminds me of the 'dungeon' I used to have in New Jersey in the 80's..... slings, glory holes, fuck bench, etc and I lived 5 blocks from the biggest porn vid store in downtown New Brunswick!  Keep the story goin dude and give us more reasons to shoot our hot nasty loads!

 

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pozpuppy    1473

 

Dad’s Basement Part Two

 

    I spent the day on the sofa, half watching movies to take my mind off what I saw in the basement and the other half thinking about it. I would catch myself playing with my cock through my shorts when my mind wondered to the basement. I had never felt my cock get so hard thinking of Dad and his buddies fucking and sucking. I wondered if they were down there when I was sleeping and I never knew it.  

    

    You would have thought I would have heard my Dad come home, or at least the garage door go up and his diesel truck pulling inside. Nope, I was lost in thought, hand inside my shorts wrapped around my hard cock. 

 

    “Wow, Son that’s quite a greeting for your old man!” Dad said when he saw me. 

 

    “Dad!” I yelled, slapped back to reality and jerking my hand out of my shorts.

 

    “Anything interesting happen today, Son” Dad asked coyly. 

 

    “Well, let’s see. I found out that my Dad likes cock - every which way he can get it, has a sex club in our basement, and likes to spread his disease to others.” I said, “other than that it was a quiet day.”

 

    “Yeah Son, I am a pig, a toxic pig, who loves to give into the most deviant sexual pleasure imaginable, and I am not ashamed to do.” 

 

    “It’s okay Dad, I think it’s hot” 

 

    “Hot huh? he said, “like when you spy on your old man and jack your cock as I shower or stroke my cock in bed?”

 

    I nodded a yes and smiled.

 

    “It’s okay Son. I have no issue with any of that. Fuck it was a turn on knowing you jack your boy cock watching me.” Dad said. “See”

 

    I looked down at the front of his jeans, his hard cock was straining against the denim. I stood up, allowing Dad to see my shorts being pointed forward by my own cock.

 

    “Does knowing what we do in the basement turn you on Son?” he asked.

 

    “Yes Dad.”

 

    “Good, but I  need to know does all of it turn you on or is there anything that you are afraid of or not sure of”

 

    “The HIV Dad, scares me, yet it excites me” I said, 

 

    “Most boys your age have those mixed emotions. After being converted, or infected, sex becomes uninhibited, free from restraints of safety. That’s what we do in the basement, fuck free. There are times when we meet just to help a man break those restraints and become free” he said “understand?”

 

    “I think so. You take men who are not carrying HIV and give it to them?”

 

    “Yes, some take it willingly and some don’t, some want it and some don’t know they want it, but still get it”

 

    I looked down and Dad was rubbing his cock through his jeans, exciting me more and more. This talk was really turning him on, I could see his cock pulse inside his jeans as his palm rubbed across the head of his cock. 

 

    “Are the jocks and pictures nailed to the wall, all of the men that you have infected?”

 

    “I didn’t infect them all, Son. But they were infected by a member of the Club.”  Dad said, “that is our trophy wall, it reminds us of who is carrying our virus.”

 

    Without thinking I started rubbing my cock, mimicking what Dad was doing to his. His eyes darted down, watching my hand. 

 

    “Drop them Son,” he said, “show Daddy”

 

    Blindly obeying, I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my shorts and pushed them to my ankles, where I stepped out of them. Standing upright again, my cock jumped up and down, finally resting pointing in front of me. 

 

    “Grew up nicely there Son”

 

    Dad kicked off his work boots, unbutton his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles where he stepped out of them. Standing straight up, he put his hands on his hips, allowing me access to view his crotch, this time with out spying. 

 

    His cock was hard as a rock, pointing outward just like mine, but that is where the similarities stopped. His cock was at least nine inches long and almost as thick as a beer bottle. The head was massive and veins ran up and down it. How did I miss all this detail spying on him. His nut sac was smooth and hung low, with one ball higher than the other. 

 

    When I looked up at his face there was an evil grin on it. 

 

    “You like looking at that cock, huh Son”

    

    I nodded slowly.

 

    “I like you looking at it”

 

    I was mesmerized. There was the cock that made me, not six feet away, obscenely pointing at me, teasing me, and all I could do was to stare and stroke my hard cock slowly.

 

    “That’s it Son, stroke your cock for your Daddy.” he said

 

    I watched as he bent down, slid his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pull out one of the brown bottles. Dropping his jeans, he moved to my side, his cock and balls bouncing with each step. My mind was focused on his cock and balls, so huge. 

 

    He unscrewed the cap on the brown bottle, positioned it under one of my nostrils, pinched the other closed and said:

 

    “Inhale deep Son”

 

    I did as he instructed, still stroking my boy cock. He switched nostrils and said again:

 

    “Inhale deep”

 

    Almost instantly, I felt like I was flying, the sensations of my stroking intensified. My breathing was heavier. I felt Dad’s hot breathe in my ear.

 

    “Touch it Son, you know you want to. Feel the cock that made you!”

 

    I slowly moved my hand over to his cock. The closer I got, I could feel the heat rising from his dick. I closed my eyes and wrapped my fingers around it. It was hotter than I expected and harder. Instantly I shot my load, out in front of me and unto the floor. 

 

    “Good boy” Dad said, “I think you are ready for more.” he said, “let’s go to Daddy’s shower, Son. I have so much more to teach you before you join us in the basement”

 

    He took off his shirt as he headed down the hall, his furry cheeks bouncing as he walked away. I pulled my shirt over my head and followed, like a little puppy. 

 

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