Johnny St Germaine

If this recollection sounds familiar, mayhaps you read it on my old tumblr blog (bearboycub.tumblr). 

The first time I took the plunge and got bred, was in college… roughly fifteen years ago. Back then, before smart phones were ubiquitous, gay guys met in online communities and arranged hookups through shitty, in-browser messenger tools. 

I met a lot of guys on Bear411, but I was poor and my transportation options were limited. Being stuck in a little college town in northern Ohio, with a piece of shit van that barely made the hour drive to my hometown when I needed it to, was frustrating. Cleveland and Columbus felt so damn far away, despite how much closer the guys I chatted with seemed.

I met Gary in 2004 or 2005. He had just moved to the area with his boyfriend, Reese, for a job. They were both in their thirties and hot as fuck. They thought I was too, and thus a regular hook-up was born.

Gary was tall, big, black and sported a thick (if short) monster in his pants. Reese was shorter than both of us, probably around 5’ 10” and easily had a nine inch cock that wasn’t too terribly thick. He looked like someone’s laid off from the steel mill uncle... which to be fair was a common look in Ohio throughout the 90s and 00s. Jovial face, a big laugh, and a ridiculous mustache that would have looked awful on anyone else but him. He rocked it. The first photo they ever emailed me sort of revealed their personalities. Resse in a big ol cowboy hat, cock smashed into his boyfriend's jockstrapped ass, and both making ridiculous faces at the camera. 

I’d come over and they’d wrap up and swap out fucking my ass till they blew. I’d end up blowing at some point when one of them was hitting my prostate just right and do my best to suck them dry with my ass lips, while I was busy cleaning the condom taste off the other’s cock with my throat.

I’d been increasingly growing weary of using condoms as junior year progressed. I had always had a severe hankering for semen and couldn’t stop thinking about drinking down the load of every man I laid eyes on. That and I was curious what it would feel like to take a cock raw, and to feel man seed being blasted into my hole.

About six weeks into our fuckery,  the three of us were rolling around on their king size bed and getting down to it. Reese was eating me out as Gary worked his cock into my perpetually hungry mouth. When Reese made a motion to the side table my reptile brain took over, “Reese, guys, would you fuck me raw?”

The question came out of nowhere and the two men shared a look. Resse answered, “Sure!”

He lubed my hole and laid on his back. I climbed on top and began to feed his bare cock into my ass while Gary was working my tonsils with his thick shaft. We settled into a rhythm and I marveled more at the [banned word] of what we were doing than the act itself. My mind went wild with the idea of Reese’s precum coating my insides and then he started stroking my dick.

I tried to get him to stop, but Gary held my face down into his crotch, “Nope, you’re getting used you little faggot.” With those words I drove my ass down harder onto Reese’s lap and started to spew seed all over him. He laughed out loud. I hadn’t shot in two days and he was absolutely covered, from his belly to his forehead.

“Babe, check this out.” He said.

“Whoa!” the big man replied turning enough to see his frosted boyfriend while still holding himself in my throat, “He always manages to soak you!” I laughed with cock in my mouth, because that was the truth… Reese always managed to be at the right place, at the right time to catch my load all over him.

“Lets lay him down.” Reese said. I was pushed back onto the mattress and Reese re-entered me, with my legs spread and in the air. He leaned over me and began to give his boyfriend a hummer. I was in ecstasy.  

Gary was moaning up a storm, and demanded access to my hole. Reese pulled out and shoved his cock down my throat while Gary pounded in home. I winced painfully at his thrust and shuddered. I lost my focus a bit when my ass began to spasm and had him pull out. We rested a bit, and Gary spent some time eating my hole out.

When I was ready again, Reese eased back into my hole while he sucked on his man.  Gary lost it soon after and before Reese could swallow I asked if I could have a taste. Reese leaned down and we made out, swapping Gary’s load between us. He was thrusting into me long and hard, and gradually picking up speed.

Sweat dripped from him and landed on my furry bod. I was hard again and stroking.

‘I’m close.” Reese announced, slamming into me, “Where you want it.”

“Oh fuck! All over me.”

He smiled, pulled out and began to jack. Gary leaned over and began to work my hole with his fingers, and in short order I lost it again. I spewed seed all over myself and I guess the sight of my furry belly, chest and face getting coated was too much for Reese and he lost control.

I was covered. No, I was frosted like a fucking Krispy Kreme. Semen soaked into my hair, all over my body. Panting the two of us looked at each other and Gary chuckled. He licked some up and shared it with his lover.

“I think I need a shower.” I said, trying my best not to sound too pleased with myself.

Before I could move, Reese had plunged his cock back into me, bringing some of his seed with it. I moaned. He wasn't done with me. And neither was Gary.

They took turns fucking me some more, working themselves up to a second load. Which was rare for them. We usually all got off, I showered, then left. But about twenty minutes later, Reese was jacking his cock watching Gary take me from behind.

"Let me in, I'm gonna blow." he said huskily. Gary pulled out, Reese went in balls deep, grabbed my hips and held himself inside me. I could feel his cock flexing, and new I was being bred. When he pulled out he said, "Fuck it in deeper babe."

Gary proceeded to do just that as I lay there jacking off and moaning. It didn't take him long to add his load to his boyfriends. By then it was foaming around my hole and dripping down my balls. I came again soon after Gary did.

And that's it. That's how my own journey began. 

I'm nearly forty now and am spending time reminiscing while my ass is in lockdown. 

I hope you are all staying as safe as you can, and fighting to keep yourselves free.

Much love,

Johnny St Germaine