UncutBrit

Bred a hot student lad last night. Cute, blond, only 5'6, amazing tight hard body and he loved being fucked as hard as I could give it. Rematch at the weekend... Oh yeah!

Part 2 Alan took a hard fuck for nearly ten minutes from this mega-hung stud. The two students were still at the urinals, wanking their hard cocks in awe that this lad, not much older than were they, was able to take such hard abuse. Eventually, the frenzied fucking climaxed when the hung guy dumped his load in the boy. I realised my opportunity, reached into my bag again and pulled out a bottle of cologne and gave my wrists a quick spritz. I had a wicked idea in mind, and so did the hung guy, who ordered Alan to "Clean my cummy cock, bitch,". Then I heard them moving around next door. Sneaking a peek, I saw the guy who had fucked Alan was now seated on the toilet, and Alan's face was buried in the crotch of the big dicked man. That left Alan's arse up in the air, the hole open slightly, two loads of fresh cum slowly trickling out, only to be soaked up by the fabric of his jock. A nice touch, I thought, and wondered if he'd been wearing the jack all day around the office. I made a mental note to look out for it in future. I unzipped, pulled-out my cock, and got into position behind Alan. While I couldn't compete for size with the monster that had just been up him, still I knew my cock head juts out from the shaft in a way most guys love when it's pounding them, so I squished it into his wet hole. Leaning forward, more shaft went in, and I held Alan's head so he wouldn't look around, and to give him a good chance to smell my freshly-applied cologne. As if he could smell anything through the poppers and the cock now pushing insistently past his tonsils. My hips started bucking. I thought about the girls in the office who batted their eyelashes at him, eyed his buttocks as he went to lunch and giggled to each other when he left the room. If they could see him now - so cock-crazed he hadn't realised the guy using his hole as a cum dump was the same guy who sat opposite him at work. No names, no faces, even. And no condoms: the boy wanted the load, and no giggly media studies graduate who worried about her pedicure was about to give him that. I didn't want to risk going for the long haul and being discovered. In addition, I figured Alan was more into the load than the fuck, so I didn't hold back from squirting my pent-up spunk into his arse. After I blew my load, I quickly nipped back to the other cubicle to wipe down with some toilet roll, rather than run the risk of being identified. A student, meanwhile, quickly took my place. I actually wondered if Alan had noticed the switch. The kid was huffing on the poppers so hard I thought it was a possibility - I hadn't made a big deal of cumming, and we were all moving as quietly as we could. Just then, the furtive atmosphere was broken by the crackle of a walkie talkie. Into the toilet walked a policeman in full gear. As he took in the room, everyone froze. He was heavy built, mid thirties, and bearded. He looked at me, then Alan, sandwiched between the hung guy and one of the students. "Ok," he said into his microphone, "I'm in the ******** park men's toilets. Nobody here." The policeman batted the student who was fucking Alan away, saying "Move out, son. I haven't long. I'm on duty." I watched the cop pull-out a thick cut cock with a heavy PA through the helmet, and heard Alan cry out as it went in deep. "This your boy?" the cop asked the man on the toilet. "Nah," said the hung man, "I just found him taking loads today. Gave him mine a minute ago. He's a good sucker, getting me ready to fuck one of those lads." The look on the students' faces was priceless: lust meets apprehension. The cop grunted, came, and pulled-out, ordering one of the students to "Clean this. I got to get back." The younger looking of the two students went down on his knees and quickly cleaned the cop's spunky cock. The first student got back inside Alan and pushed the cop's load deeper. t looked like he'd rather be there than have to take hung guy's cock for round two. The policeman left, saying, "You've got forty minutes until the next patrol, and they might not be as much fun as me." He left, and the other guys rearranged, so that hung guy was pushing the student who'd sucked the cop against a wall, trying to get his thick cock into a very tight hole. I stayed long enough to watch him get it in - with a lot of pushing, spit, and complaints from the kid. But if you don't want ten inches up the arse, don't flash it in a cottage, I guess. I was a bit disappointed that Alan didn't offer the kid the poppers: we might have to talk about him being a team player in his next skills review. Just as the cop's motorbike purred out of the car park, I stepped out into the fresh air. It was still pretty light, and I continued my walk home, thinking 'So, the new boy at work is a bareback bottom slut. This could be interesting'. I wondered if I could keep a straight face when I saw him the next morning. Then I wondered if he'd be walking straight after that massive cock. I also wondered if he'd recognise the smell of my cologne.

This is based on something that happened to a lad I knew, but for various reasons I've changed the details. ************************************************************** Alan was a new guy at work, recently graduated and moved down from his native Aberdeen to work in the city. He was a good looking lad, not quite six feet, naturally lean and with a cheeky grin. He was slowly growing out of being a hot twink, with a hot body and a cute, perky arse. He had dark hair and eyes, and turned a few of the girls' heads in the office, so I had no objections when he was put in the desk opposite mine. One day, I had to go out to see a client, and our chat finished about six o'clock. As it was a nice, warm evening, I decided to walk home, cutting across the park. It was about 6:30 PM when I looked up and saw Alan. I knew this wasn't his usual way home, but then thought it might be cool to take him out for dinner in a pub nearby. Not only would dinner in a pub save cooking, but one never knows what else might occur. I was some distance behind him, not sure whether to jog and catch up or send him a text, when just then he went into the toilets next to the footie pitch. I sat on the bench outside and waited. He was taking a long time. Other men were coming and going, and still Alan didn't reappear. I was sure it was him, yet had I been mistaken? Eventually I thought 'What the hell. I'll go in and check'. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dim light, but when I could see, I saw three guys at the urinals: one was a tall guy in his 40s, and two were younger lads who, I guessed, were from the local college. The eyes of all three guys quickly checked me out, then returned to what was making their cocks stiff: despite trying to be quiet, the wet sounds of fucking and the occasional grunt were audible from one of the cubicles. The door of the cubicle was open, and I could see the thrusting arse of a man as he plunged his cock into another man, who was bent over, and who's trousers were round his ankles, while he took it like a champ. Even unseen, I knew the guy getting fucked was Alan, I was sure of it. I went into the adjoining cubicle, in which, as I hoped, there was a glory hole that gave me a good look at the bottom's face. No doubt about it: it was Alan, and he was in bottom boy heaven. I caught the glint of lust in his eyes as he looked back and hissed "Cum in me, breed my hole." His body took the impact of his fucker's last few thrusts and, through gritted teeth, the unseen man moaned as he spunked Alan's ass. Alan, meanwhile, had shut his eyes and a smiled a cat-who-got-the-cream smile. I heard the top pull-out, and then chuckle as he zipped-up, saying as he left, "Go easy with that, mate." I briefly wondered what the guy meant, but then I saw it in Alan's face as the next cock pushed into him. "Too much, mate, go easy," Alan whispered, his eyes watering from the anal assault. "Take it, slut." "Easy! Go easy!" "Plenty of spunk in here to lube it up." Alan gritted his teeth and took what I could tell was a hard fuck from a big cock. A very big cock. I stood up on the toilet and looked over the top of the cubicle. There was Alan, bent over getting raw fucked hard by the biggest cock I had ever seen. It looked like a baseball bat was disappearing up Alan's boycunt, almost as if his boycunt sucking on the fat shaft as it made it's way into him. It must have been agony, but Alan clearly wanted it. Then I had a brainwave. I didn't want Alan to know I was there, but I had pity on him, and remembered the bottle of poppers I kept in my shoulder bag. I tapped on the partition, and passed them through the glory hole. Alan took them without a word. I heard the snap of the bottle open, followed by frantic huffs. Then Alan put his head down and ordered the top "Go for it." Looking over the cubicle wall, I saw Alan getting fucked very hard by a massive, relentless pounding cock. At first it was only half way in, but with the poppers, and Alan's say-so, the whole thing went in up to the balls, rearranging the poor kid's insides. I decided I wanted to get my cock taken care of too, but how to fuck Alan without him finding out it was me? And yet... I did want him to know. I had another idea, and again reached into my shoulder bag.

As a new member I thought I'd introduce myself and my own experience of raw fucking. I'm not a condom nazi, but I'm not a bareback nazi either. I think I've settled on a compromise that I know won't work for everyone but which seems to work for me. I'm a neg top. My first sexual experiences were all raw, with guys my own age. The homophobic 'gay sex = death' message of the 1980s was so successful that the first boy I fooled around with was convinced we would die of full-blown AIDS within a year and scared us both silly, until a very frank and off-the-record discussion with a trusted teacher. One boy I knew went off the rails a bit, and I later found out he was taking loads in the public toilets up the road, quickly becoming poz, but that's a story for another time. Once at university, my horizons broadened, and I moved onto using condoms for every encounter. I made several HIV+ friends and realised that HIV wasn't an immediate death sentence, but neither was it something I wanted if I could avoid it. In my last year at uni, I started a long-term relationship, and after a while the condoms went by the wayside. Rather than being exclusively top, I was mostly bottom through this time, but as that relationship started to drift, I began seeing other guys, making up for lost time topping. I always played safe, rubbering up like a good boy on every encounter. Then a couple of things happened. First, I had a regular buddy who I enjoyed long horny sessions with. One night, he got on top of me and fucked himself on my cock. I don't really like this position (I prefer to be in full control), and something didn't feel right... I changed positions, and pulling out, found the end of the condom had split. We took time out to cool down and talk. He was neg, he said, but hadn't tested for six months. I also knew he saw quite a few guys. I said that I was going to go to the clinic the next day and get PEP, as we didn't know how long we'd been fucking raw. We decided that as we'd already fucked raw, we might as well carry on. I'll never forget the sight of him holding his ass open, bent over, my hard cock leaking precum which I spread over his hole. After a few minutes of teasing he begged me to just push it in. The sight of my naked cock head disappearing into an unprotected hole for the first time in years gets me hard just thinking about it. We had a long, horny, and very hard fuck session, and I blew my load deep into him, thrusting my cock in the cummy slickness for ages afterwards until I went soft. So I went on PEP, he got tested (neg) and that, I thought, was that. Except the next time we met, we didn't even mention condoms, and just got to it. Two neg guys fucking naked and raw. Of course I wasn't seeing this guy exclusively, and with other guys, I rubbered up, including with a hot young poz guy who has the smoothest, most responsive hole I've ever fucked. I met him through CL, him insisting on 'safe only'. We hooked up, I saw a biohazard tattoo on his wrist but said nothing. A week after we met, I saw he'd posted the same pic, saying 'all loads taken.' I sent him an email, said I'd fuck him safe but cum over his hole if he just wanted the load, and he said sure, so that's what we did, me pushing the cum into him with one of his collection of dildos. I asked him why the 'safe only' post, and he said it was because guys didn't want to fuck someone with HIV, risky or not. I told him I'd fuck him any time - I don't discriminate, but I will protect myself. We've had some very horny sessions since. The next guy I ended up bare fucking properly was a student. We'd hooked up a few times and got to know each other, and discussed maybe barebacking. He was up for it, but because we had nowhere to go, ended up in a fuck bar in London. I got him in a sling, rubbered up (signs everywhere saying barebacking wasn't tolerated) and started fucking. Three other guys came in the room. One stuck his cock in my buddy's mouth. The other was playing with his nipples. The third reached under to fondle my balls. At one point my cock slipped out. The guy leaned into my ear and whispered, 'Shhh!' then yanked off the condom. Knowing my buddy was fine with me going in raw, I gave a devilish grin and pushed the head in, just as student boy was being fed what he later said was his first hit of poppers. The guy was holding my naked cockshaft, I nudged his hand away, and plunged into the student's burning hot hole, balls deep with one thrust, fucking with long, hard strokes. After I came, I got my buddy out of the sling and harms way, and on the way home told him what happened. He thought it was hot I bare backed him, and noticed something was up - I was apparently more aggressive than usual, but he was a bit freaked out by the 'stealth' aspect of it, and I said I wouldn't have continued if we hadn't had our discussion first. So next time he goes to a fuck bar without me, he'll know to be careful, and he was so turned on by his first raw poppered up fuck that we got some more poppers and I fucked him again in the toilets of a hotel, his hole still lubed with my cum. So the situation is that now I have 3-4 neg guys I top raw. Everyone else gets a condom. The guys I bareback are all straightforward, honest about what they do with other guys,and I think of them as friends. We can (and have) go for a drink or something to eat after sex. I'm not fooling myself, none of us are exclusive, but I think I've moved the risk of becoming poz from inevitable (indiscriminate barebacking) to unlikely. I've got a friend who climbs rocks, and given the choice between giving up his hobby and mitigating risks, the second option is always preferable. He might fall off the mountain, or he might get away with it. I don't like the idea of infecting loads of other guys, so if I were to become poz, which I accept is a possibility, these four people would be the only ones who'd need to take action, and would be the first four people I'd tell. I get to have really hot, raw sex with guys who really get off on it, who I like as friends and lovers. No strings, no pressure, and no harm done. I also get to fuck other guys occasionally, always with condoms. It's fun and horny sex, and it works as a reminder to why barebacking every so often is so good. Like I say, this won't please the 100% safe sex brigade or the dedicated bareback-only guys, but it works for me. I can fuck who I like, and if I'm in the mood, a raw hole is never more than a text message away. I look forward to a lot of horny story swapping in these forums, I love writing up accounts of my experiences and fantasies, so hopefully you'll enjoy reading them too.