Done this lots of times in my hometown, first time in NYC. Looking to set a new personal load record!!!
Saturday, Aug. 4th from 12 noon until 6 pm. Bottom chub with top notch hygiene. I'll get a room, leave the door unlocked and wait blindfolded and ass up on the bed. Looking for tops (only) to take advantage of my deep throat and hot fat ass. Big cocks more than welcome!
Completely anonymous, no faces and no talking needed. All loads go inside.
I'll set up a local party for Manhattan on BBRT once I can. In the meantime feel free to contact me here.
This was several years ago. I was in a mood, very crabby but also horny and dead set on doing something about it. I found an old faded white wife beater and wrote CUM DUMP on it in black sharpie on the front and back. I put it on and then covered it up with a green plaid button up. A pair of shorts, slip on shoes and a brass cock ring completed my ensemble. I grabbed my to go sex kit (lube and poppers) and headed for my favorite cruising park.
The parking lot was mostly full so my mood brightened considerably. Lubing up in the truck, in the lot, was not easy but I managed without attracting any unwanted attention. I headed out on a mission to get as much seed as I could manage. When I got deeper into the park, past the kiddees with frisbees and the moms with picnic baskets (I'm looking for horny dads) I ditched the plaid shirt under a bush (remember that bush I love that shirt). I was deep in no mans land and not seeing a soul. Where the hell are all the cruising tops?
From behind me I hear, "Well cum dump lets see that ass." Instinctively I drop my shorts and bend over. He was a lot closer than I would have imagined. Where the hell did he come from? Instantly he was feeling up my ass and then his cock was knocking at my back door. I took a deep breath and back up on his meat. We both groaned and all my crabbiness drained away. He was banging away when we heard footsteps and cracking twigs.
I started to turn my head to look in the direction the noise was coming from but the guy in my ass grabbed my hair and kept me from looking. "Oh no cum dump, eyes down. Your job is to work my cock with your faggot hole." Or something like that. This was a long time ago but I still remember the gist of the things he said.
The new guy asked about my cocksucking skills and Topman (I'll call the aggressive guy in my ass Topman) says he has no idea so take him for a test drive. Two seconds later I have my mouth full of black cock. Both men are take no prisoners kind of fuckers. At least the cock in my mouth wasn't so big I could not handle it, maybe 5 1/2, no more than 6 inches. A nice chunk of meat to work on without making me gag. He liked to face fuck but I can hold my breath like a pearl diver so no problem there.
The black guy was talking a lot of shit, encouraging Topman to breed my hole but that was not going to work for him. "No man I want to see this cunt knocked up with a bunch of loads before I get off in there. I want his pussy hot and wet." I hate it when guys refer to my asshole as a pussy. I am a man. There ain't no pussy to knock up on this dude, but whatever. He's the top. I guess I prefer the vocal guys to the silent type. "Here," he says stepping back and offering up my ass, "take over for me and I'll go round up dome more donors."
Topman heads out into the bush on his cock safari and the black guy rams his cock into my greedy hole. I am all warmed up by now and take him easily. He is a hard fucker, doesn't slow one bit which only means he's not going to last long. Sure enough by the time Topman gets back, which is surprisingly fast, he is about to blow. Again I try to look in the direction the men are coming from but black guy takes a cue from Topman and orders eyes down. Jeez, what is this Nazi eyes down bullshit?
"This bitch is awful curious," not sure who said that but the answer came from one of the new guys. "I can fix that." And someone tied a handkerchief over my eyes. My day just got more interesting as well as cummier since the black loose with his nut as deep in my hole as he could get. Topman loved that and complimented him on a job well done. Black guy moved back to my mouth for clean-up and someone else moved into my ass to have a go.
Topman pointed out that my mouth was unoccupied so that sad situation was soon remedied. Again I was being spit roasted and loving it. I think at this point Topman went off again to procure some more eager breeders. He succeeded and how. At this point I had trouble making out individual voices, plus I was being distracted by someone tying my hands behind my back with what I was later to discover was a sock.
It sounded like there was a helluva lot of guys waiting to take a turn on the cum dump merry-go-round. Now I am no gang bang virgin, I mean I do ascribe to be the town bicycle but even an experienced cum dump such as myself has limits. I was getting worried that I had bitten off more than I could chew and how was I going to get out of it. They had me tied and blind folded. Whoever tied that knot must have been a boyscout and a sailor because it was not budging. I tried working at it but got cuffed by Topman every time. "Leave it alone pussy boy, you have a lot cock to take care of and we are not leaving until you have drained every drop of cum out of our hairy sacks." He was fucking me again at this point. He yanked my head back by my hair pulling my ear next to his mouth. "Just do what your told and you'll get through this fine, you'll get exactly what you came for." With that he pushed my head down into someone's crotch and I obediently opened up for more cock.
I have to admit I was totally turned on and whether I could handle it or not I was going to see this through. From here things got to be a bit of a blur as it was cock after cock and I was getting a little shaky on my legs. Then donkey daddy shows up and tries to climb into my hole or at least that was what it felt like since his endowment was enormous. I tried hard to stand still and take it but he was not gentle. "Jesus Christ!, can't you hold this whiny cunt still," he complained. Whiny cunt? My mouth was full of cock. I never said a word. My ass however was hopping around all over the place trying to evade his penis invasion.
I heard, "Here give Mary some of this," and a bottle of poppers was put under my nose. Someone must have rifled through my shorts. Thank god I left my wallet in the truck and the keys on a tire. I inhaled from that little bottle of paradise like it was full of salvation, which it was. Jungle Juice was going to save me from Donkey Daddy and leave me in nirvana. Actually I snorted so much I blacked out for a moment but there were plenty of guys around me to keep my from falling. When I came to the big guys was balls deep. I felt no pain only the joy of being completely filled and surrounded by horny, sweaty men.
From this point on I really can't say what happened exactly. I mean I know I got royally fucked but by whom and how many whose to say. They kept that bottle of poppers close and ordered me to inhale often. Topman stayed close and I think was the one doling out the amyl. I assume he eventually bred my ass. How could he not after running the whole show. Things started to slow down but I was still getting fucked. I was ordered to inhale and keep inhaling until told to stop. I took two huge hits and stopped and was promptly rewarded with several smacks on my ass and head. "Keep going bitch." I kept inhaling and inhaling and then I passed out.
I was out long enough for everybody to get lost. I was alone when I came to, buck naked and covered in cum. I wiggled around only to discover my hands were still tied behind my back. Lucky for me someone or several someone's had pissed on me. My hair was drenched and so was the sock tied around my wrists making it easier to eventually wriggle out of. It took me a while but to my relief I found my shorts wadded up under a bunch of dead weeds not too far away. My cum dump shirt however had been taken for a souvenir.
I proudly walked out of those woods with a huge smile on my face. When I got to my truck I noticed two guys at a car several spaces a way. They were looking my way laughing and buddy punching each other on the shoulders. I gave them a wave and thumbs up which made them laugh even harder. Pretty sure they either fucked me or pissed on me. By the way I did find my favorite plaid shirt before I left.
I am 18 years old, 5’10”, averagely hairy, average body, and a no limits slutty bottom.
I’m looking to take my first poz cock.
I can’t accom but am willing to travel quite far in order for this to happen. I will also do whatever you want in order for you to poz me no matter what you want - depraved, filthy and sick or not.
Im based in Herefordshire so ideally anyone in that are would be amazing but can travel all the way to Edinburgh if needed and with planing!
I will be attending Cum Union at the CCBC in Palm Springs for a 2nd time. I was there last year, but because of some complications I couldn't really enjoy it, but this year should have me at 100%. I am very much into older daddy types and will be staying with my older buddy as well. I will be the boy in a demi kilt. See you studs there for some good play time.
This thread will contain the new adventures for Cody, his Dad, and his friends. You don't need to have read "Cody's Return" Part 1 and Part 2 to know what's going on here [Moderator's Note: Links Added] , but it can give you some back story.
Also, I want to say a huge thank you to all the guys who's reached out to me... there's a few of you who've messaged me here and on BBRT and got my cock very hard (you know who you are), this first chapter is dedicated to you (and what I hope we get to do).
There is a tingling, a pleasurable stinging sensation when a man’s raw cock slowly snakes its way into your ass that feels like no other kind of sex; when that man is your Dad it's even hotter.
My Dad might have been asleep, but his cock was wide awake and ready to play. Considering all of the time I had recently spent with Sam, I really needed my father’s cum. I also needed to have 'the conversation' with Dad about Sam, but while my ass was quite sore, still I couldn't sleep as I was insatiably horny. I wanted Dad’s cum in my ass; his boy needed it right then. Dad was so good, so practiced at breeding my ass. It wasn't, perhaps, fair of me to let something like his need for sleep to get in the way of breeding his boy’s tight (but well used) butt. Still, as Dad and I almost always cuddle at night, and as on this night he was on his back, well, with a little lube, a little precum and a little patience, his cock slid into me nice and slow. I gritted my teeth a bit, wincing from the stinging sensation. Sam, and his friends generally fucked me hard and hung me up wet, but I didn't care; I needed Dad’s bare cock.
I worked his cock slowly, ever so gradually lowering my ass onto his crotch, eventually reaching that happy moment when I could feel Dad's familiar, hairy sac, brushing against my ass cheeks. I loved the sensation of his cock being fully lodged in my ass. It was no less amazing he didn't awaken. Still, it was now well past 3:00 AM, Dad's breathing was restful and calm, so I knew he was still asleep. Sitting on his crotch, with his his fully engorged cum stick lodged inside my ass, I found myself remembering the first time Dad had fucked me.
I had just turned eighteen two weeks prior. When I was too young to completely understand, my Mom died; Dad later told me she died of pancreatic cancer. All I knew was one day Mom was there, and suddenly she wasn't, leaving Dad and I alone. The funeral and burial completed, the funereal luncheon over, and now even her clothing donated to charity, Dad and I were left with each other.
Any how, after Mom died, life slowly returned to normal. Not surprisingly, I suppose, Dad and I grew very close. Around the house Dad rarely wore clothes, and subsequently neither did I. He never said nudity wasn’t normal so I never gave it a second thought. As I got older it crossed my mind that our custom of stripping immediately upon getting behind the closed door of the house was perhaps not the usual practice of my friends' households, but I reasoned it was a matter of choice, and Dad and I had made the decision to make nudity a normal part of our life.
Dad and I had always been open and he shared everything with me, he never talked down to me, or lied, even when I asked questions about adults or sex or the body. As I got into my teens I became a bit awkward around him even though I knew our home life wasn’t an abnormal thing. Dad and I had the conversation and he told me what he thought was right but also said I’d eventually decide what I want and what is right for me. The other thing we did that I didn’t see others do is we never closed doors, even when using the bathroom. More than once at night, from my room, I could hear him moaning. I always wanted to go to his room and see, but I never did. About the time I found the internet, my hormones were raging, but while I had a pretty good idea what was going on with Dad, I pretended not to hear it.
The year I turned 18 my Dad planned a big birthday party for me and several of my friends and we had a great time. As it got late, and everyone finally left, I immediately went to my room and got rid of my clothes. I was bent over pulling off my shorts when my Dad entered my room. He was already naked and, having had a beer or two, was relaxed. We chatted about the party for a minute, but when I thought I noticed Dad checking out my body, I really didn’t give it a second thought - we had seen each other naked far to many times for his curiosity to mean anything.
“Thanks for the party today, Dad, it was great.”
He smiled, replying “You’re really growing up to be a handsome young adult, Cody."
I think I blushed a little, then he offered, “And … you’re welcome.” With this he walked over, giving me a big hug and a kiss on my forehead. I remember feeling like a kid again, warm and safe in his hug, but then it happened: I felt my Dad’s cock rubbing against my stomach. My cock awkwardly comes to life, but then Dad releases me and left the room. My cock, however, continued to rise, thinking about Dad.
I hit the lights and climbed into bed, of course being a late teenager, I immediately thought to jack off as I was horny as fuck. As I reached for myself, however, it first occurred to me that, for the past several months, the thought of Dad's body had permanently worked itself into my 'jack off fantasies' with the result Dad had become a major part of what got me off. He had become my entire world - and his cock had quite literally just been pressed against my body. In fact I could actually still smell his scent. I imagined his cock pressed against me again, my mind was racked with the thought of engaging with him in a full blown fuck session. I wanted Dad, but honestly didn't know what to make of my yearnings.
So I lay in bed, beating my cock, imagining Dad's body and cock, trying to work myself to release, when suddenly I hear Dad moan. Clearly Dad was also beating off, and, as I was more than curious, I made my first major decision as an 18 year old: I was going to watch my Dad blow a load.
I soundlessly moved towards his bedroom with the intent of watching, making my way down the hallway, doing my best to be conscientious of my body and any noise it might make, doing my best impression of a cat. Dropping to the floor, I crawled into Dad's room, knowing that, giving the position of his bed and the fact that the lights were off, I had a good chance of being able to crawl to the foot of his bed without Dad being aware of my presence.
I really loved his bedroom as it bares the scent of his body, which left my heart pounding and my cock hard and leaking.
'Fuck it,' I thought, 'I'm gonna jack off too.'
At that point Dad moaned as he worked his rod. Then, to my surprise, I distinctly heard him quietly grunt “Cody… Cod… oh fuckkkk … ohhh baby … ohhh baby boy … that’s it yeah.”
I froze, asking myself 'Dad's calling my name?' Did he hear or see me? My cock felt too good, however to allow me to dwell on the question, and involuntarily I quietly moaned “Ahhhhhhhh.”
At least I thought I had been quiet, but apparently not as I then felt a hand on my shoulder as my Dad gently said “Cod baby, you don’t have to hide. You can come up here. We’ve always been open with each other. You don’t have to sneak around. We can jack off together.”
My eyes must have looked like those of a deer caught in the headlights of a car on a country road.
“Guilty," I muttered, not really knowing how to respond to him, followed by the croak "Okay", as I swallowed hard, my eyes completely trained on the shadow above me. I could barely see him as I got to my feet, moving to the side of the bed.
“Get under the covers with me, son,” Dad said as he pulled the sheets back. I could just make out a shadowy naked form. Still I looked down, trying to see his cock, only to realize my father was awaiting me. “Come on boy," he urged. Looking back at him, I climbed into bed as he turned on a side lamp, which gave a dim light, enough light, however, that I could now see his face.
“Dad, ..." I stammered.
“It’s okay, son. I told you no secrets between us. I love you.”
“I love you too, Dad.”
"And it looks like I’m not the only one who’s horny.”
I blushed a bit, but smiled, a smile which Dad returned, which broke the tension of the moment.
“Dad … I … I’m just …."
“You what, baby boy? It's okay, it’s me. We share everything. You can tell me anything."
“I love you!, no, I want you!” I blurted out, interrupting him. There it was out in the open. Then I immediately look away feeling awkward; Dad, however, took my chin in his hand, turning my face to his.
Dad placed his finger over my lips, “Shhhh…”, his eyes looking through me, then he looks down towards my cock. Before I could think, he placed my left hand on his cock, and, taking my cock in his hand, we began slow-stroking each other, not speaking, but also not breaking eye contact. I couldn't believe I was actually stroking another man's cock - in fact, my Father's cock. For that matter his precum was slicking-up my hand. Dad leaned in towards me, a broad smile on his face, our eyes trained on each other. Dad’s face was now right against mine and he’s looking at me and my mouth and then my eyes, back and forth. This was it, the first time I was jacking off with my father, when he suddenly presented me with another first: without preamble, he presses his lips to mine and kissed me. Not a kiss such as he had given me in the past, a fatherly peck, no, this was a lover’s kiss. I did my best to match the intensity of his kiss, and as I did, his cock spurted a particularly generous quantity of precum.
After that Dad invited me to sleep with him every night. It wasn’t long until I learned to suck and appreciate his big cock; my Dad, my boyfriend. Dad said, “Once you become an adult you can decide for myself what you want Cod,” making it clear he trusted my judgment. For me, I was sold: this was what I had fantasized about, my first boyfriend – my own father.
“Ahhhhhhhh……….. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…,” a huge groan and exhalation. Dad’s hands were now holding my thighs; I was riding my father’s cock. He was, of course, fully awake. At this point though I’m impaling myself on his cock, and as much as it stings, I really want his cum inside me – I’m working him hard to get it.
“Ohhhhh fuck boy ... ohhhhh fuck … you needed Daddy’s cock huh?”
I let out a long moan, “Yeeeeeeeeess….”
“Do it boy… ride Daddy’s big cock.”
The sounds of sex in the room is obvious as we could both hear the sloshing sound of a raw cock fucking a cummy ass.
“Is that cum in there, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, trying to sound younger than my 22 years since I know it makes him a little crazy.
“FUUUUCCCKKK that’s hot!”
Dad seems so horny, but he also seems completely happy to just lie here and let me do all the work for to get his spunk. I start wondering if, having had a great deal of sex with Sam and his friends, I was HIV+, and then the thought also crossed my mind “If I’m positive from Sam having fucked me, will Sam also have converted Dad?
"Ohhhhhh…. Ohhhhhh…. It feels so fucking good Dad."
“Yeah boy… ride me… I’m getting close."
I knew my Dad was about to cum inside my ass, if only because he never lasted long after he says the magic word 'close'. The thought of Sam fucking me flashed through my mind, especially the several occasions where I begged him to fuck poz cum into me, which he was more than happy to do. If I was now positive, what could I say? I had asked him for his poz load far more than once.
“Dad … I … I …., “ but the words weren't forth coming, which was fine anyhow, as my next (quite involuntary) utterance was “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……… ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Oh fuck … Daaaaa…..” and my ass clamped down on his cock as a huge load comes flying out of the business end of my cock. “Oh fuck…. Oh fuck…, “ as my orgasm racked my body.
“Cod! ... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!”
Dad's cock was obviously releasing its pent up load. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck Cod…. Ohhhhhhhhhh … Ohhhhhhhh.” Our grunts, moans, and ragged breathing were heavy as our orgasms subsided, and we gradually came down from the release.
“That is so fucking hot,” I moaned between deep gasps.
“Yes it is baby boy … needed that so bad,” Dad gasped, adding "…and I’m soaked now.” We both laughed.
I climbed off his cock and lay down beside him, kissing Dad. He leaned into me, squishing all of my cold, wet cum into my stomach. I loved him so much, and couldn't think of the words to explain I might be infected, even if I knew Dad had always been there for me, and been open with me. Still, I had to find the words. “Did you have a good time with your friends last night?” I asked him.
“Yeah it was good … this is better,” he replied as he kissed me. “You?”
"Same with me …, “ pausing, and adding "Dad, I’ve been having sex with .…”
"It's okay, Cod, I’ve been having sex too.”
“Sam?” I blurted out.
“Yes," he answered, pausing, only to add, “Sam … how did you too connect?”
“Uhmmm… well saw a message from him on your phone once, and then didn’t know it was him, but met him on BBRT and we started talking and well ... He’s fucked me a couple times.”
There was an awkward pause, then he says, “Same with your old man, I guess. I don’t ‘always’ go jogging.”
A laugh escaped us both, giving me the courage to say “Haha… uhmm yeah … figured. Dad it’s just that … well, I’ve been fucking bareback.“
Another pause. “Me too, baby boy… always hated condoms. I got tested last week.”
“You did… what did…?”
I looked at him, paused, ran the thoughts through my mind and resume saying “I haven’t actually tested poz … so who says I am until they tell me otherwise?”
Then Dad piped in, suggesting "Why don’t we go this week? We can get tested together.”
“But you just ….”
“Doesn’t matter. Besides, the guy that works there.…”
"Oh, I know. You mean 'Chris'."
"Yeah… how did you?”
"Fuckbud brought him over once. He’s hot.”
"Yeah he is ... anyways, not that you’re positive, but you can see how easy it is to test, and maybe it’ll put your mind at rest.”
“Yeah … uhmmm… okay” was my only reply.
The day went by and Dad and I spend it together. Then next morning Dad was out for a jog when it hit me "I bet Sam is fucking him right now.” Part of me was jealous. I was really horny, so I decided to find out.
Me: I’m horny
Sam: Me too
Sam: Busy today though
Me: Breeding my Dad?
Sam: Maybe: P
Me: Fuck! I want
Sam: What do you want?
Me: + cum
Sam: Dirty boy
Sam: Jake asked if he can text you, gave him your #, hope that’s ok
Me: That guy you told me about before? That’s cool, can I have his # too?
Sam: Yeah I’ll send it, one sec
Sam sends me Jake’s # and I decide to message him instead of waiting when literally a message from an unknown contact appears on my phone.
Jake: Hey this is Jake, … Sam gave me #, hope it’s cool to message you
Me: That’s weird
Me: I was just going to text you lol
Me: Yeah it’s cool … Sam told me he gave you my #
Jake: He talk about me?
Me: A little lol
Jake: Oh really? What’d he say?
Me: Nm … just said you guys had some group fun
Jake: Yeah we did … that it?
Me: He said you’re HIV+ … prob from that night
Jake: Yep I’m poz
Jake: About a month now
Me: Hope its ok he told me that … don’t wanna seem nosey
Jake: Its cool
Me: So you got it from him?
Jake: Always bb’d here
Jake: We think his hot friend Sergei is the one that actually gave it to me
Me: How do you know that?
Jake: I’m horned. Can we get together? Horny?
Me: LOL… always
Me: Yeah that’s cool
Jake: HOT (includes a pic of his cock)
Me: Damn… that’s a hot cock!
Jake: And it’s poz … sure it’s ok?
Me: Hell, yeah
Cody gave me his address and I told him I was immediately heading out to his place. The thought that we were both HIV+ left my cock leaking. But then he'll confirm as much at some point when he gets tested. I intended to make him beg me for poz cock and then when he does test poz, we’ll hopefully discuss it, and I’ll let him know he got it from me. The thought of watching him fuck and breed a few guys before he got tested, just so he could still claim to be neg, was perversely exciting, especially knowing when he finally learns he had converted, he might get weird about being poz and fucking raw. Or even worse, he might go on meds right away. Personally I didn't intend to take any meds until I had to. I wanted to share the bug with as many guys as I could.
On the drive to Cody’s house the thought of Chris, the hot guy at the testing center crossed my mind, specifically the way he flirted with all the guys there. Was he truly an incorrigible flirt, or was he actually poz, and using his job as a way into other guys' pants? Or perhaps, was he still neg and chasing the bug?
I decided I would just have to find out.