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  1. -And you know I'm going to use that as an excuse to get fucked, right? So yesterday I agreed with a top that he'd fuck me behind the dunes at a local beach! I got there, found a nice secluded spot and sent him the map coordinates so he wouldn't have to wonder around for ages to find my arse. YAY for GPS in mobile phones! While I waited I had a quick dip in the sea; I love swimming naked, and fortunately that's legal at all beaches in Denmark (though perhaps not advisable, since not everybody appreciates it - it's seems more considerate to go nude on... Well, on nudist beaches!). After that I got back to my spot and lay on my blanket in the sun, slowly drying off. (Pic from last year, as I didn't take any yesterday.) So there I was, arse-up in the open air and waiting for a man to come and fuck me while my arse crack was still damp from the sea. I got a text message from him when he had arrived at the parking lot, and I knew it would take him around 5 minutes to walk to my spot, so I closed my eyes, arched my back to make my arse stick up more, and then I waited. I could hear a rustling in the grass as he approached, and then I felt his shadow over me. I lifted my arse a little higher, just so he could be in no doubt he'd found the right spot... He knelt down between my spread legs, and I felt his hands grab my buttocks and pull them even further apart, exposing my hole completely. And then he dived in! When we'd been messaging he'd said he was really into rimming - and he definitely went at my hole with enthusiasm!!! Biting at my hole, sucking on it, lapping at it, pushing his rather skillful tongue inside me... Basically anything a mouth and tongue can do to an arsehole, he did! Some men are just really talented at rimming! And because he was so goddamn good at it, I just lay there and moaned and didn't once beg for cock! Which is rare for me; normally after a man has rimmed me for a minute or two I begin begging to get fucked, but I let him take his time and do as he wanted, simply enjoying how expertly he was relaxing my hole and making it dripping wet with his saliva. It felt like he was rimming me for ages, but perhaps it was only 15 minutes before he said "If you have any poppers, now would be a good time to take them!"... So I did - and my arse always shoots into the air when I take a few deep hits of poppers; they really make me so desperate to get fucked! And I heard him undo his zip and get out his cock, and then he spoke again: "Lube or spit?"... And of course I chose spit. He ordered me up on my hands and knees and told me to take another hit of poppers, and then I felt his cock head teasing my hole, running circles around it. And to be honest, my will-power only goes so far, so the whole "let him do it as he wants to" went out the window and I begged... And he kindly obliged, pressing his cock against my hole and then giving me the full cock in one slow thrust! He was an expert rimmer, but the fucking was pretty damned good as well! Different speeds, different angles, different depths of thrust... It was all good and I was in heaven! The stamina he had exhibited while rimming... Well, ditto for fucking! Normally an outdoor fuck tends to be on the brief side, but he went at it for a good while! And yeah, he came inside me. Of course; where else? And as I heard him packing up his cock and doing his zip I thought that was that - and I was quite happy and fully satisfied! Then... Well, he DID say he loved rimming! So basically he licked and sucked his own cum out of my hole as best he could. For a good while... Now, this was an area that is - for rural Denmark - considered a cruising area. I.e. every 36 hours there will be a desperate man looking for some action... But! Suddenly I heard somebody say "that looks good! He's ready to get fucked..." "I just did", said the man who'd just bred me. "But he's wet and ready for more if you're tempted." I... Well, I didn't say a word. I just hoped... And sometimes wonderful things happen in this world of ours, so he gave my hole a few more licks and then got up and let the other guy take his place. And then the other guy, seeing my hole being fucked open and wet? Well, he shoved inside me and fucked me furiously and fast. So he actually came inside me within a few minutes, and then he got up and left. Aaaaand... That first man? The one who liked rimming? Well... Lucky me! He was back at my hole in no time and doing his best to empty me of cum - and while I love keeping the cum inside me after getting fucked I really can't object if somebody wants to felch it out of me. When he was done he got up and left. Me? Well, I went for a swim in the sea. And yes, I might have been fingering my hole and having a wank under the water level until I shot my load into the sea. And then I went home, perfectly satisfied.
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  2. Recently I've been diagnosed hiv positive. Very recently, the past few weeks. And although in the months up until this diagnosis I have engaged in extremely risky sexual acts, and slept with many guys in my most recent trip to NYC, it was still a surprise. "I don't want this" repeated throughout my head over and over again the day the news was revealed. I went through all the usual emotions. It's still fresh in my mind but it's something I have to deal with for the rest of my life. It got me thinking that maybe I should write some of this down, and relive the actions that got me here. Maybe some will find it sexy, or informative, maybe some will be able to relate. Maybe I'll make a few online friends through this, I certainly hope so. So here goes... I spent three months in New York City, from March to June. Think of it as a very long vacation. It left me with a lot of time on my hands. Time to get into some trouble. Just through idle searching on recon previously, I had came across a few Tops who I thought would make for some interesting meetings. The only thing was I hadn't been fucked in a while, at this point I had only bare backed around 3 or 4 times. So I was very tight and very worried about not being able to accommodate a guy and making him angry. I am naturally very submissive around men I like, and the opposite around girls. I'm bisexual by the way. A fact that was questioned many times in New York, more so by gay men than women. Guys couldn't seem to get their heads around the concept. While I'm not the most manly of men, I'm certainly not feminine or camp nor does that personality type attract me sexually. Although I did find over there they were great company, just not my thing in the bed. So with this fear in mind, I thought it would be better too seek out oral tops first and work my way to anal. Not long after I settled into the city and got my bearings(living in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn) I found myself arranging to meet a "rough throatfucking dom" sounds like my kind of guy! I absolutely love being throatfucked and he was the guy to do it. His face and dick pic matched my strict criteria(he had a face and a working penis) so soon enough I was on my way to meet him. He lived on Christopher St. in Manhattan, for anyone who doesn't know nyc. This is in the West Village a very gay area of the city, along with Chelsea, what was once the hangout spot for all the bohemian musicians of the 60's and 70's, a great area which I frequented constantly. He buzzed me into his apt building. As I climbed the stair my heart began to race. I was getting nervous, after all we didn't exactly get to know each other in our conversation online. It went like this: "Def interested in brutally throatfucking you, work your skinnyboy throat pussy like a real pussy. I'm free today after 5. Interested to see how much of a brutal face fucking you can take" What I got from that wasn't much, but I knew he turned me on, and he seemed serious about throatfucking. I made sure not to eat the entire day. Something that comes natural when knowingly meeting up with guys as nerves and excitement usually suppress my appetite. I got to his door and it opened before I could knock. "Hey" he said in his deep southern drawl. I had never found an accent sexy before, but this after all was my first american man, a country I have loved from a distance. Turns out he was from Arizona, his voice was fascinating, deep and rich, but really calm. My nerves turn to excitement immediately. "Come in." He was wearing a white wife beater, black Y-fronts and white socks. He looked very different from his profile picture, much better in fact, which made me question why he hadn't updated it in seemingly some time. I asked him if I should remove my clothes and he told me just the shoes. We then walked into the living area, which was carpeted with a leather couch. He knelled me down on the carpet in front of his bulge. He pressed my face against his cock. Then it went from 0 to 60... Once he whipped his cock out of his underwear I knew I was in for it. Holy shit, pictures did not do it justice. It was massive, about 8 inches long and curved to the right, but the girth was something else. It really thickened towards the base, with a full bush to bury my face in. No warm up with this guy, he wasn't interested in a gentle blowjob. No, he meant what he said, unlike so many guys on online hook-up sites, he was the real deal. I opened wide and he rammed it straight down my throat, the bend was very noticeable and uncomfortable in this particular position. It was pushing at my throat, like it was trying to break out. He only began to hump once the dick was fully swallowed which was a nice touch and something I think most throatfuckers should do. He had his technique. He was digging for the right spot, to him it was all about the feeling, when you watch throatfucking videos, you can tell what's for show, none of what he did was theatrical, it was all functional. He wanted his dick as deep in my throat as possible, and once he hit the right spot he would, as he said he would, fuck it like a pussy. It was painful and hot at the same time. At one point I tried to breathe as his cock was deep in my throat. This, in addition to his pubes up my nostrils, caused my to gag hard. Eyes started to water, and mouth began to produce some much needed lubricant, after this the whole experience became much more enjoyable. He didn't say much as he was reaming my tonsils only the occasional "Good, goooood!" and grunts of encouragement. He reminded me to cover my top teeth, which I did immediately, hoping I didn't scratch him. He began smashing my face with his pubic bone. He was really enjoying himself, I was trying to endure the pain, and enjoying it also. When he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, thick drool dribbled from his cock onto my t-shirt. Shit, I have to walk home like this! But then I looked at his dick. the shaft had a streak of blood on it. Oh no, did my stupid teeth cut him, will he freak out, am I going to get beat for this. He either didn't notice or didn't care, because he started jerking off furiously. He was having a good time, which made me very happy. He then pulled my shirt off, lay me on the couch with my head hanging over the back(the classic). And proceeded to pump my throat like the pussy he said it was. For some reason this position was much more comfortable, it seemed to work better with his curved. Before I knew it, he was about to cum, his thighs squeezed my face and drove his dick deep while cumming. No pulling out. I didn't even get to taste it. Straight down the hatch. He tapped me with a few smacks on the cheek as if to say "good job boy" then sat down on the couch, exhausted and happy. He jerked his semi for a while while I knelt at his feet and he asked me a few questions about Ireland, why I was here, small talk. He told me he really enjoyed it and would like to do it again. Yes! Validation, something I always aim for is a guy wanting to meet again, someone who has had so much fun with me that he'd repeat the session if given the chance. So far, everyone I've met has wanted to meet up again, not everyone actually has, but it's good enough for me that they want to. I asked to use his bathroom and as I was washing out my mouth I finally found out where the blood came from. I had bust my top lip while he was bashing his groin against it. Damn, my two front teeth. I thought as long as he had fun, I'm happy. I left the apartment optimistic about the rest of this trip. However I had absolutely no idea what lay ahead of me. Bathhouses, breedings, 3somes, orgies and being introduced to the strongest drug I've ever tried, crystal meth!! Okay, so this is my first blog, first time really talking about a sexual encounter. Please let me know if you liked it or not, or want to hear more about my stay in New York. It really was an experience with a lot of firsts, which feels good to be sharing with you guys. Thanks for reading. BH
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