Taking Juan's Loads
Author: 1981virginia
Posted on Tuesday, May 18, 2010 - 06:20 pm:
I have a wonderful boyfriend with an ass that just won’t quit. He lets me fuck him raw whenever I want. My boyfriend would let me fuck his tight ass four times a day if I had the stamina to keep up. Until the story I’m about to tell, we’ve been monogamous, as far as I know. So, I’m not really sure why my eyes should wonder to my co-worker Juan. But, as they say, variety is the spice of life.
At work, Juan would totally and shamelessly flirt with me, cruising me every time he walked by my desk, in the tightest of trousers that left nothing to the imagination. This boy had a solid 8” in his pants from the sight of it snaking down his leg, which he often readjusted as he was walking past me. Hot.
We were working together on a big project for my company, flirting shamelessly and peppering the conversation with innuendo, and getting to know each other better. I was doing the deskwork, while he was traveling back and forth to Montreal for presentations to the client. After a few months of collaboration, the project was deemed a success. To celebrate, we were both invited, with our respective boyfriends, to a dinner at our boss’ apartment as a sort of congratulation. Turned out that the night in question, both of our partners were to be out of town. So, Juan and I went. We sat side by side at the table, continuing our harmless flirtation. As we both drank more and more red wine, the flirtation became more heated. My hand initially grazing the back of Juan’s hand, his palm stroking my thigh, and eventually me rubbing his hardening cock through his pants. We got a little out of hand at dinner and decided to head home early. When he asked to share a cab, I knew I was in for trouble.
In the cab, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Tongues down each other’s throats, hands exploring each other’s bodies. He undid his belt and a few buttons so I could slowly start to jerk him off. I had been planning on getting out first, so had given he cabdriver my address. As we neared my building, I noticed that this nasty mid-eastern fucker was jerking off to our antics. Juan was just about to cum when the driver, somewhat sadly, announced that we had arrived. Juan paid, as we both folded our coats over our crotches to cover our hard cocks as we made a beeline inside.
We made it upstairs in a flash and were out of our clothes. He was an aggressive kisser. The kind that you have to fight for breath when making out. It was exhausting, but amazing. His cock was already spewing precum, and I went in for a taste, deep throating as much of his uncut manhood as I could handle. I kept going lower and lower until I had both of his shaven balls in my mouth, and lower still until I was worshipping his tight hairless asshole.
I had never cheated on my boyfriend with anyone, certainly not someone who I saw every day at work. I got a little freaked out, and leaned back on the sofa. Juan though I was inviting him to return the favor, and I quickly gave in. He blew my cut 6” until I shot a huge load down his throat. After swallowing as much as possible, he kept going lower and lower until he was tonguing my hairy asshole. It was amazing. (My boyfriend doesn’t go in for foreplay of any kind, and he’s a total bottom.) As he was getting me looser and looser, I realized that I hadn’t taken a cock in almost three years. And I wanted Juan’s. Badly.
I stopped him long enough to run to the bedroom and get two condoms, some lube, and some poppers. Juan bent me over the sofa, still tonguing and working two fingers into my ass, as I started inhaling. I stopped him long enough to work the condom over his thick drippy dick. Then, leaning forward, he plowed into me, not a bit at a time, but all the way. After he pushed in once or twice, he complained, “Damn, this rubber is making me go soft.” He pulled out all the way, then shoved it back in. I didn’t know until later that that was when he pulled the condom off. With my face in the pillow, I squealed with pleasure. I was loving it. I hadn’t bottomed for a long time, and was getting the deep dicking of my life. I reached back to feel his cock going in and out of me, and didn’t feel the rubber. (I chalked that up to my relative inexperience as a bottom and thought it had all slipped inside.) Juan’s pace slowed down and I could feel him firing off, but didn’t know that he was coating my hole with his sperm. He pulled out slowly, and made a show of handling the condom. I noticed that there was something wet in the condom. Had he spit into it to make me think that that was his cum???
After resting a minute, we switched places so I could blow Juan again and suck on his balls. I rimmed his hairless ass for a good ten minutes or so, before starting to work my fingers in there. I got up to three and he was begging me to fuck him. I dutifully wrapped my cock, thinking, “Well, if I’m cheating, I should at least be safe, right?” That didn’t last long. My hardon drooped as soon as it touched the latex. I went back to tongue fucking Juan’s ass as I jerked myself back to full hardness. Juan said, “You can fuck me raw, just don’t come in me. No one cums in me but my boyfriend.” How sweet, right? I started, slowly at first, inserting my raw cock’s head, then the whole thing, picking up my pace until my balls were slapping his ass. I’m a huge precummer and was doing just fine with my own moisture and the spit I had forced into his ass with my cock.
As I fucked and fucked his raw ass, Juan got dirtier and dirtier in his pillow talk. “Oh yeah, give me that raw dick. Fuck your cum into me. Give me your babies!” Well that sent me over the edge. I started moaning as his silky asshole milked my cock. I shot one or two spurts of him inside him, and pulled out, spraying his asshole and balls with my cum. “Aww yeah. Aww yeah,” he kept shouting. I pulled out after a few thrusts, coating his balls with my seed.
As I caught my breath, I realized that the cool drippy sensation at my own asshole was his cum dripping out of my own ass. I asked Juan if he cam in me. “A little, maybe,” was his reply. I got hard all over again, and we fucked each other senseless, cumming inside each other this time without any pretense.
We lay there in sweaty smelly afterglow, both of us with at least a load and a half in our asses, fingering the cum of ourselves as we basked in our own sex. He told me that his boyfriend, like my own, was a usually a total bottom, but he craved more. He went on to tell me that when he was in Montreal on business, our client had introduced him to bathhouses and sex clubs, and he had been playing up there a lot. He didn’t want to go into the details, but I got the feeling that he took more than a handful of strangers raw, which turned me on and freaked me out at the same time.
At work the next week, it was almost like business as usual, except for the time we snuck out to the men’s room after lunch to swap loads. I loved sitting at my desk the rest of the day with his load slowly trickling out of my ass into my trousers. I loved even more, fucking my boyfriend’s hot ass that night with Juan’s babies still slowly oozing out of me.
About a week after our first tryst, Juan missed a few days of work with a cold. When he got back, he asked me to see him alone. He looked like death warmed over, and told me that he didn’t have the flu. He had tested poz shortly after we fucked, and suggested I get tested too. I was totally freaked out. I had taken his load at least three times, knowingly and unknowingly. When I was taking it from him, I was turned on by the risk, and the illicit cheating. I went to my doctor, and came back neg. Juan and I have never fooled around again, and since then I haven’t been with anyone other than my boyfriend. But, I feel like I got a taste of something that I really liked, and now I want more. I have fantasies of pozzing my boyfriend and taking loads at gangbangs. Those parts of my sexlife are fantasy, but my brush with poz cock is totally true.
