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North of Home—January, 2021 I hadn’t seen Ross, the man with the amazing rosebud, for quite awhile. No, that parenthetical phrase isn’t quite right. I hadn’t seen Ross, the man with the AMAZING rosebud, for quite awhile. That’s better. He had returned to Michigan to work and now lived to the north of me. We made plans to meet, but they were cancelled by Covid. By January, He was ready to get back to play. I told him how I had been playing—in my ‘meet a man and then wait’ scenario. He was fine with that. I made sure I had a full two weeks of no play or contact before I drove to his place, packing the sling and rimseat. Ross is tall and lithe. He is still athletic in build—trim and toned, and most importantly, very flexible. His hair is cut a little shorter, so the curls are not as prominent. We hugged…and he helped me lug the equipment to his bedroom. He had cleared lots of space. The sling fit next to his bed, which is covered with a protective spread. We slid a tarp under the frame—and layered towels on it to avoid run off. The rimseat fit at the foot of the bed where it faced a huge floor length mirror—so Ross wwould be able to watch himself get eaten out. He left me for a final check—and I stripped down to my Fukdto jock and boots… He kneels, naked, but for a badly stretched out jock, on the tarp at the business end of the sling. He inhales the musk from my jock. He gives a slight moan and begins to lick. My cock jumps—knowing that he is turned on by the reek of past sex imbedded in the jock pouch. Soon enough, most of my cock is down his throat. I look down. He is hard himself—a very respectably sized dick is jutting out from the useless pouch of his jock. “Would you do me a favor?” he asks. “Sure.” “I want to improve my deep throating…” I hold his head and begin a slow face fucking. I am slightly deeper into him…but not where he wants me. “The bed…” he mumbles. He crawls up on the bed and lays on his back with his head hanging over the edge. I slap his face with my still wet cock. I love the hollow sound it makes on his cheek. He opens and I begin the face fuck. Even on the first stroke, I am slightly deeper than before. I do a series of three thrusts and pull all the way out to let him catch his breath. On the fourth set of three I plunge a little deeper. When I pull out, thick ropes of spittle cling to my cock. I use my dick to smear it all over his face. He pants and opens his mouth wide for another round. I repeat the hard fuck. I go deeper. He gags as I pull out. There is a ton more spittle. This time I wrap the slimy strings around my fingers. I reach across him and push two fingers into his hole. His ass lips part eagerly for the wet invaders. We are both love this. A lot. I fuck his face some more—using the deep throat spittle each time to lube his ass. I spin him around on his back and fuck his hole for the first time in almost two years. I sink in easily. The spittle feels incredibly slick. “Give me your mouth again. Taste your ass.” He spins himself around and I fuck his face. I go deeper yet. And bottom out. Only for one quick stroke, but he takes all of me. “Ass,” I bark out and he spins again, his legs pressed to his chest and whimpering. I plunge in and fuck him, my cock covered with more of his deep throat goodness… * We have moved to the sling. I have eaten his now gaping hole repeatedly—and reprimanded him for beginning to push his rosebud out. “Save it!” We fuck. Again and again. We fuck with two of my fingers alongside my cock. Soon enough, it’s my whole hand slipping into him as I pull out my cock. Then my cock sliding into my hand as I leave it in his hot, wet hole. I fuck like this repeatedly; reveling in the feel of my fingers on my cock, wrapped in his crimson, wet flesh. I pull out, cock first, then my left hand. My cock parts those red lips and goes back in. I begin to piss. Ross’ eyes grow wide. “Hot!” he groans. “It’s so heavy.” I fuck a little, still streaming piss deep into his guts. When my bladder is spent, I pull my cock out, grease up my hand and push into his bloated gut. I pull out, bringing a shower of piss with me. Again I go in. Pull out—and it is raining piss onto the tarp. I fist him until there can’t be much piss left in him, but I decide to see if that’s true… “Rimseat!” I get under and he sits on the seat. I poke my tongue up into his wet, pissed out hole. He clamps for a minute then relaxes his muscles, allowing his hole to open and my tongue to go deep. It’s glorious, feeling Ross now repeatedly squeezing down on my tongue with his hole. And while he tastes of my piss—there is nothing left in him for me to drink. “Give it to me.” He knows what I want. His ass flowers open and the rose bud emerges—engulfed in my mouth. He pulls it back into him and then gives it to me again. It is such a mind fuck for him to be fucking my ovaled mouth with his guts. I stop stroking my dick or it will go off. Ross keeps it up, until it is just too much for both of us. We get up and drink from our water tumblers…and he tells me he needs to piss. “Don’t waste it.” I get in the sling. He stands and coats my hairy ass crack with a massive clear piss stream. He plays it over my balls and hole, with an occasional splash up on my cock and stroking hand. Soon the stream peters out, and I tell him to clean me up. He gets down on his knees and begins to lick it up. He cleans my balls. He lovingly gathers every drop clinging to the hair in my crack, slurping noisily. Then he begins to drill his tongue into my hole. He tosses me his poppers…I ignore them for a moment…and then I crack open the bottle. A hit…and it’s amazing. His tongue is incredible. He keeps spitting onto my hole so he has more to lick up. I hold my cock straight up. It takes a ton on concentration, but I begin to piss. My cocks a fountain coating my balls before it drips—and soon runs—down my crack. Ross licks up every drop he can… * We have played for over two hours. Ross is back in the sling. It’s breeding time. I have worn his ass out with my hands, but he can still take dick. And he wants the load. I give it to him gladly. Deep. Letting every blast rock my body… On the original post is a link so you can see pictures of his ass on previous posts: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/06/ross-in-full-bloom.html

[Author's note: I wrote this true account of my first bareback fuck many years ago. At this point, it's been 20 years rather than the 8-9 mentioned in the account. Brian and I continued to play regularly for years after this took place, getting piggier and piggier with each play session. While we are still connected, work, busy schedules, the hunt for new meat has left long gaps in getting together. I always look back at this encounter with the biggest smile on my face. I felt a strong attraction for Brian, and he for me, but it never materialized into more than simply acknowledging it with each other. I first posted this to a previous site that @rawTOP was operating and had lost it, to my great regret, but someone this morning, contacted me saying they had read it and provided the link to it, which is here, but you can read the account below.] I am sometimes asked how long I've been barebacking and how I first got into it. As a guy who loves sharing stories and hearing other people's stories about their sexual activities and kinks, I am generally very happy to answer the question. I've been barebacking for about 8 - 9 years now, since about 2000. My buddy Brian broke my bareback cherry. He wasn't a buddy at the time, just fresh meat, but he has since become a buddy. I was playing online, I think it might have been m4m4sex at the time, and had been just lusting after Brian's profile pic which was a shot of his cock. Brian's cock is about 8" x 6". I actually think that he is thicker than 6". His dick is full round, meaty and veiny. He's got a big set of balls and all of this is attached to a hairy trim, not gym-bound, but trim body. I'm a sucker for big dicks and a sucker for hairy guys. What made it even more appealing was that Brian is actually a very down to earth, smart, nice guy. After just ogling his profile pic for months, I worked up the nerve to contact him. I sent him an email through the online system and we started a brief chat. Very early into the chat, Brian let me know that he only barebacked. I told him that I did not and this ended the conversation, politely but it ended. It didn't end my desire for Brian's dick though. Whenever I'd log on to m4m, I would look at his profile pic and frustrate the hell out of myself. About 3 weeks later, he and I were online at the same time, and I contacted him once again, thinking that he might have forgotten our previous conversation and I might get a different answer. I was so hopeful he would say he'd fuck me safe. But he didn't, after a few email exchanges, he told me once again that he only fucks bare, and he politely turned me down. I was frustrated even more because in addition to not being able to get his dick, I had been online for hours trying to round something up and not having any luck at all. So, I was massively horny with no possibility of getting fucked in sight. I was bruised a bit by his turning me down again, but there was no way I could possibly blame him because he was so good about it. He told me where he stood and let me make the decision. I couldn't justify getting mad at him. Well I let some time pass as I struggled with the question of did I want Brian's dick enough to let him fuck me bareback. I can only describe this as agonizing. I was literally punishing myself, it seemed. Some time later, I was back online, as was Brian. I wanted to give it just one more try, which I did, and this time Brian's answer was much sterner. He said, "You've contacted me a few times and I've let you know that I only fuck bareback. When you're ready to get fucked bareback, let me know." He signed off shortly after this message. He was right. He had squarely put the question where it belonged: with me. I had been attempting to make my issue his and he was not going to let me do that. The next week, I was home for the day and feeling horny as shit. I had been online for a while and had been doing poppers as well, which I love doing, but the combination had me super horny. When I'm super horny, it's like every nerve ending in my body is screaming for cock, it's all I can think about and it consumes all my time. After having been online for much of the day and had been edging and feeling horny beyond belief, Brian came online and I was obsessed with getting some dick. I kept asking myself do I hit him up again and if I do, it can't be to try to get him to fuck me wrapped, not after his last response to me. Do I deal with my horniness by letting him fuck me bare. I sent him an email and said "I'm ready to get fucked bare." That's all the email said. Brian sent a quick response, which said nothing more than "What's your address? I can be there in about 20 minutes." I sent him my address, while my hands were trembling on the keyboard. I shut the computer down and got up from my chair. I started to tremble all over and could sense that most of the color was draining from my face. My hands also started to get cold and clammy. I could tell I was incredibly nervous, more so than possibly any other time in my life. BUT I also knew that I wanted to see this through. I paced my apartment waiting for Brian to show up. There was a knock at the door. I opened the door and found a good looking dark-haired and dark-featured man. I let him in and I could immediately tell he knew I was nervous. So, he spoke up, realizing perhaps that I was too "stuck" to say much of anything. He said, so where do you want to play? I didn't answer but just led him to the bedroom. Once there, he pretty much took control, I think realizing that he needed to take control if anything was going to happen, but I also realized that he didn't mind stepping up to take control. He unbuckled my jeans, slid me out of my clothes until I was standing naked in front of him, still feeling cold. He started working out of his dress clothes and before long, stepped out of his boxers to reveal his beautiful cock, the thing that led to this entire episode. It was already rock hard, standing at full thick attention, commanding all the attention in the room. Brian gave me a bottle of poppers to hold and told me to get on the bed on all 4's with my shoulders down on the bed, which I did, without realizing that I even did it. I was out of it still, just going through the motions. Brian told me to take a hit of poppers, which were good poppers, fresh. And a wave went over me, easing me up a bit. He got behind me and started eating me out, which he did with a lot of gusto. He had a talented tongue. Periodically, he would tell me to take a hit which I would. He would tell me, after my taking the hit, to push my hole out and then he'd dive back in to eat it some more. In all, he probably ate me out for 20 minutes. At this point, he got on his knees behind me, with his dick in his hand and told me to take a deep hit of poppers, so I did. He put his cockhead against my ring and started pushing in gently, all the while telling me to push out. He kept pushing and popped his head in and just kept it there for a short bit. I was scared that he was in but excited as well because I was starting to feel less nervous and recognizing how much I wanted this to be happening. Again, he told me to take a hit and started pushing his dick in. Brian's so thick, he's not easy to take, but I was wet with all his spit and also incredibly loosened up and horny from the poppers. At this point, I knew without his telling me to push my hole out so that his dick could slide in more easily. Finally, he was all the way in, buried to his thick bush. He kept his dick buried in me without moving for about a minute. He told me to take another deep huff and he started to pull out to just to the point of still having his dickhead inside me. He gave me a long stroke all the way down and back up and with the next stroke down he started fucking me mad. It was his ass to fuck, he deserved it. I gave myself over to his mad fucking. He didn't say much more during this time, he could hear me doing poppers on my own without his having to tell me, so he was just going to enjoy my pussy. After about 10 minutes of fucking me like this, Brian squirted a load of juice up my ass in about 6 awesome squirts. I remember thinking he didn't even say he was going to cum or even grunt heavily. I realized it's because he didn't want to run the risk of telling me and giving me the chance to somehow pull off of him. He wanted to be sure he could plant his seed deep in my ass. He finally pulled out, started getting dressed, without saying anything to me. I was exhausted. Finally he said, I can see myself out. That was my first bareback fuck and I haven't used a rubber since.

Pete (BF) and I went to a BB party last night. Lots of favors. Lots of muscleboys. Not enough tops.... Anyway, when we left this morning, the host handed us three bags of T - said he wanted it out of his house. So....Pete and I stretched the party on through the afternoon - smokin' a little - playin' a little. Finally, about six o'clock, Pete said, "Ya know, we're both clean, we're both fuckin' high.............tubs?" "You're readin' my mind, fucker!" I grinned. It didn't take us thirty minutes before we had our bags packed, and were in the truck headed to Midtowne. While Pete drove, I got on the cell phone and called the bathhouse. Jimmy was workin' the front desk (thank God!) "Hey Jimmy. Pete an' I are headed down there. Anybody in the Mirror Room?" I asked. "Not right now," he answered. "I can hold it for 15 minutes." "Great!" I answered. "We'll be there in ten. We shouldn't have worried - the parking lot was practically empty. But it was just 7 pm. We grabbed our two duffle bags - toys, leather, lube, favors and a small DVD player, and headed in to the nondescript three story building. "Damn! You must've been right around the corner," Jimmy said, when we walked up to the check-in window. "Never hurts to ask for our favorite room," I grinned, trying not to grind my jaws and show how spun I was. Pete slid his ID, membership card and cash through the small passthrough under the window. Jimmy buzzed him through the door and handed him a key and towel. I followed next, getting the obligatory locker (which I wouldn't use) and Jimmy buzzed me through, too. "Have fun guys," Jimmy winked, giving us a knowing smile. We'd played with him in the past, and he could get into some kinky shit! AND he has a HUGE cock!!! We briefly checked out the downstairs hot tub and shower (both empty) before hiking up to the third floor where our room was. The Mirrored Room is exactly that - floor-to-ceiling mirrors on all four walls, and covering the ceiling. I don't think they're real glass mirrors. Probably some kind of reflective plastic sheets. But the effect is really good! It's also a double room, so you get a larger bed and more room to play Pete hooked up the DVD player, while I covered the cheap foam mattress with our black rubber sheet and laid out our toys and leather. "Ya think any of the guys from the party will be here?" I asked Pete while massaging his broad shoulders. "Mmmm - I could hope that hot muscleboy Trey would show up!" he grinned. "I'd love to feel that cock in me again - and I bet he'd be hot in leather!" "Yeah, he was hot - and what about that black guy from Houston - Tristan, I think his name was? Nice big, uncut cock!" I added. "Or, we could be stuck with each other," he said, swiveling around and grabbing my crotch while biting one of nipples through my ribbed tank top. "Mmmmm - I'd be okay with that," I replied, grabbing the back of his head and pressing it to my chest. "Fuck, you're hot!" Pete said smiling. "No - you're hot!" I countered. He gave me that same devilish grin that he did when we met at the baths 20 years ago. I'm so lucky to be married to such a hot man who's as much of a pig as I am, and who enjoys as much anonymous sex. As long as we end up going home together.... "Load up that pipe, and let's get started!" Pete finally said, breaking our embrace. I separated the three bags of crystal that we got at the party - hid two in our duffle and opened one. "This was some good shit that Marty had," I said, scooping out a medium-sized shard and dropping it in the glass pipe. "Yeah, we need to find out who he's buyin' from. I wanna get some more. Whole lot better than that crap Billy sold us over at Club Dallas," Pete answered. "Turn up the volume," I asked Pete. I wanted something to cover the sound of the hissing that our torch made when firing up the pipe. Soon, the moans of Drew Peters being fucked and fisted by Lito Cruz were filling the room, and I started the torch. It didn't take long before the shard liquefied and thick white smoke started to flow up the glass tube. I took the first hit - held it - then shotgunned it into Pete's lungs. I love this part - feeling his stubbled chin against mine - his warm lips - his thick muscular tingue - - - and we're getting fucking high!!! Makes me feels so good and dirty! Pete took the pipe and fired it up again, taking a long, deep hit - and then covering my mouth with his while I inhaled his chembreath. We both laid back on the bed, gazing at our reflection on the ceiling - waiting for the meth to hit. "I'm gonna go check my hole," Pete said, sitting up and digging through our duffle for the douche bulb. He stripped off his tank and jeans, grabbed the bathhouse issue towel and headed to the shower. While he was gone, I stripped myself, did a couple dozen pushups on the sticky floor (gotta have pumped pecs), and snorted some crushed tina (I still love the old school method and the burn in my nose). To be fair, I laid out a line for Pete for when he got back. I heard the key in the lock, and Pete walked in. "Well? Were you clean?" I asked. "Yeah - perfectly clear. But you know, I always have to check," he raised an eyebrow, signaling his obsession with having a clean fuckhole. "Do a line. You'll feel better," I smiled, pointing to the line of meth on the small travel mirror. He smiled and kissed me. "And that's why I love you," he said, taking the silver straw and snorting the white powder up his nostrils. I took the douche bulb and a towel and headed down the hall for my own cleanout. As expected, my cleanout was just like Pete's. We hadn't eaten anything for 24 hours before the party, because we wanted to be clean AND we wanted the drugs to have maximum effect. And since we never really stopped parTying, we still hadn't eaten anything - just lots of water. Neither of us are into scat, so a clean hole is at the top of our playlist....along with meth. Coming back to the room, I saw a tall, muscular guy standing at the end of our hallway. He was a regular at the baths, but we'd never played with him. He had the musclebear look, but I had no idea what he was into. He could've been a cop for all I knew. He nodded and I nodded back. When I got to our room, I had to knock - Pete still had the key. I stood there for what seemed eternity, my towel over my shoulder and the douche bulb in clear sight. Musclebear clearly knew where I'd been and what I'd been doing - - - fuck! what do I care? in fact, I probably WANT him to know that my ass is clean and ready to fuck! Jeez! I way overthink things sometimes.... Pete finally opened the door and I went in. But....thanks to thinking past my embarrassment, I left the door open, and went about my business in the room. Musclebear did walk by - slowing down to take a look, and saw that there were two hot guys in the room! Pete had already put on his leather harness and armbands and was working on getting a leather ballstretcher around his tweaked balls. I figured if Musclebear was interested, he'd seen enough to know what we were into (except the meth). "Mmmm - he looked hot," Pete said. "Yeah, we've seen him before. Don't know what he's into," I answered. "He can be IN me!" Pete joked. "Pig!" I added. "Slut!" he slung back. We both laughed. "Bump?" I asked, waving the baggy in front of Pete's eyes. "You need to ask?" he said, with a raised eyebrow. I licked my index finger and stuck it in the baggy - covered it in crystal. "Show me that hole, babe," I said, holding my hand steady so as not to lose any "product." He got on his hands and knees and reached back to spread his beautiful, muscled ass cheeks. His hole was already puckered from the workout it had gotten at the party the night before. He was teasing me by pushing it out and showing a beginning rosebud. "Hold it open, or I'll spill," I instructed. When it was open, I slid my finger in deep and rotated, wiping the drug on the lining of his rectum. "Fucckkkkkkkkkk!" Pete moaned - not in pain, but in the knowing pleasure that this was going to send him higher. He rolled over on his back and stretched his legs out before sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Okay - now you," he said, taking the baggy away from me. I lay on my back and locked my arms behind my knees, forcing my legs back and my ass up. "Fuck! I never get tired of your hole!" Pete said grinning. I pushed my hole out in response. "Ooooh - hungry, aren't we?" he said, licking his finger, dipping it in the bag and depositing a heft dose of meth in my fuck chute. I welcomed the burn, and the knowledge of the high that would soon come. "Do you think we party too much?" I asked. Pete wrinkled his brow in fake thought. "Not if you like the best, nastiest, longest, kinkiest sex ever," he finally answered. I slid my black leather harness over my head and adjusted the snaps for a tight fit. The workouts at the gym had paid off and the harness really showed off the work on my shoulders and chest. "Now I know why you like the Mirrored Room," Pete said, catching me admiring my reflection. "You know how gays are - it's all about the first impression," I replied. "Don't worry, babe. You look fuckin' hot!" Pete answered. For two daddy-types in our fifties, we both looked damn good. Our only downside was that we were all too often mistaken for tops! Don't get me wrong - we'll breed an ass if it gets one of our cocks hard - but both of us really prefer getting fucked. I slipped on a red cotton jock and my leather biker's cap, while Pete squeezed into a pair of rubber shorts with a codpiece. "Time to take a cruise around the place?" I said, lighting a cigarette and offering one to Pete. "Yeah - hope this wasn't a waste of time," he answered. He grabbed the key and put the elastic band around his wrist and we headed out. The 3rd floor was pretty dead - a few doors open, but the guys inside appeared to be asleep. No sign or Musclebear. There was an AIDS-wasted daddy in the black light room dildo-fucking his hole. He might be fun for later. We headed down the stairs to the 2nd floor. A few more doors were open, but still no action - or at least the kind of action we were looking for. We headed into the maze (in a far corner of the 2nd floor). It was pretty quiet - usually if it's active, you can hear moans and gags and sucking sounds. We made it all the way through without getting groped (kind of disappointing), and I sat down on one of the benches to watch the porn on the TV hanging from the ceiling. Pete kept walking - I figured he was gonna check out the lockers and the hot tub/ communal shower on the 1st floor. I was kinda gooning out to the vanilla porn on the TV when I noticed some movement to my right. There are gloryholes placed throughout the maze, and there happened to be one next to the bench I was sitting on. A nice-sized cock was hanging within reach! It wasn't hard, but it was nice and thick. I shifted slightly on the bench so that I was facing the gloryhole, and gently cupped my hands under the shaved balls. I heard a low moan from the other side of the plywood wall, and circled my thumb and index finger around the cock and balls like a cockring. More moaning. Now normally, cocksucking is low on my list of sexual desires - but for some reason, meth turns me on to it. Without hesitation, I swallowed the whole thing in my mouth and began to suck like crazy. The cock jumped back a little at first, but I still had a firm hold with my right hand. Within seconds, the piece of dickmeat started to fill with blood and harden! I continued to suck and slurp and swallow - and be the noisy cocksucker methpig that I am. I'm sure anyone within earshot heard what was going on. I bet it wasn't two minutes before I heard a voice on the other side of the wall mumble "Gonna cum!" Then I felt the hot bullets hitting the roof of my mouth and back of my throat - and then the salty sweet taste of cum. He shot a HUGE load! When I came off the cock for air, he was still shooting, and I got a nice glob in my goatee. For awhile, all I could hear was panting on the other side, as the cock slowly softened. Finally, I released my hold, and the guy backed away from the hole. He could have easily come around the corner to me, but he went the other direction and out the door. I caught a glimpse of him as he left - a tall older guy who had felched several loads of cum out of my ass on a previous visit. He was really pretty hot, but I guess because of his age, he didn't get a lot of action. (That's one thing I don't like about the gay lifestyle - we're all gonna get old, and we all still want sex. So be kind to your elders!) I met Pete coming up the stairs from the 1st floor. "Gotta little cum in your beard buddy!" he said, leaning in and trying to lick off the splatter. I deep tongue kissed him so he could taste the cum in my mouth. "Mmmmm - - - tastes like you've been busy," he grinned. "Gotta take your loads when and where you can," I answered. "Find any hotties around?" I asked. "Nah - coupla cute twinks in the hot tub, but that's it - but it's only 8:30 - still pretty early," he replied. "I need another smoke," I said. "Pipe or cigarette?" he asked. "Both!"