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Part 4 Chad stumbled out of the bathroom, his legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. The steam from the shower clung to him, his body still damp and flushed. He pushed open the door to the bedroom he shared with Jake, his mind a fog of exhaustion, lingering pleasure, and a gnawing pit of guilt. He just wanted to collapse into bed and pretend the last few hours hadn't happened. But the person in the bed wasn't Jake. It was Asha. For a disorienting second, Chad thought he'd walked into the wrong room. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. No, this was their room. Their stuff was scattered about. But Jake was gone. In his place was the large, muscular form of the Arab man, propped up against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on Chad. "What happened?" Chad asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Where's Jake?" Asha's expression was unreadable, a mixture of annoyance and something else, something darker. "He woke up. Got dressed. Packed his bag. We had a... discussion." He shrugged, a gesture that was both casual and menacing. "He was angry. He'll get over it." A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "I could hear Andrew fuck you in the shower. The walls aren't that thick. Was that fun?" Chad's face burned. He couldn't meet Asha's gaze, but he couldn't deny it. He just nodded, a small, ashamed movement. "Good," Asha rumbled. He patted the empty space on the bed beside him. "I want that ass again, Chad." He pulled back the sheet, exposing his body in the dim light. His cock was rock hard, a thick, imposing shaft of dark flesh rising from a nest of black curls. A bead of clear fluid glistened at the tip, leaking down the head. "Come suck me." The command was direct, absolute. It bypassed all of Chad's confusion and fear and went straight to his core. He found himself moving, his feet carrying him to the bed as if in a trance. He crawled onto the mattress, his body still humming, and knelt beside Asha. He leaned down and took Asha's cock into his mouth. The taste was clean, masculine. Asha was verbal from the start, his hands tangling in Chad's damp hair. "That's it, boy," Asha groaned, his hips pushing up slightly. "Take it. Show me how much you missed this cock." Chad sank lower, taking him deeper, his tongue swirling around the thick shaft. He loved the weight of it on his tongue, the sheer presence of it. "You look so fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth." Chad pulled back, gasping for air, and immediately moved up to kiss Asha. He craved it. He pressed his lips against Asha's, his tongue seeking entry. The kiss was deep and hungry. Chad loved the feel of Asha's thick, coarse beard against his smooth face, the scratchy burn a thrilling contrast to the softness of his lips. It felt real, masculine, and utterly intoxicating. He kissed him again and again, losing himself in the sensation, his guilt暂时 forgotten in the face of such overwhelming desire. "I need to be inside you," Asha growled against his mouth. "Ride me." Chad didn't hesitate. He straddled Asha's powerful thighs, positioning himself over the thick, hard cock. He reached down and guided the head to his hole, which was still slick and open from Andrew's fucking. He thought about Asha's beautiful, hard cock pushing into him, and with a slow, deliberate movement, he lowered himself onto it. The stretch was exquisite. Asha filled him completely, a perfect, thick pressure that sent jolts of pleasure through his entire body. Chad began to move, rising and falling, establishing a rhythm. Asha's hands gripped his hips, guiding him, but letting him set the pace. "Fuck, yes," Asha breathed, his eyes locked on Chad's. "Look at you. Taking what you want. Ride my cock, Chad. Make yourself feel good." Chad's hands came to rest on Asha's broad, hairy chest. He loved the feel of it, the thick, springy hair under his palms, the hard muscle beneath. He massaged Asha's pecs, his thumbs brushing against the dark nipples, which hardened under his touch. He was in control, dictating the depth and speed of their union, but he was also completely possessed. The guilt was still there, a dull ache in the back of his mind, but it was drowned out by the raw, physical reality of the moment. All that mattered was the thick cock inside him, the hairy chest beneath his hands, and the deep, commanding voice in his ear. He was lost to it, to the pleasure, to the power, to the beautiful, dangerous man who had completely upended his life in a single night. He rode Asha harder, faster, chasing an orgasm that he knew would shatter him, and he didn't care about the consequences. He just wanted more. The rhythm became their world. Chad rose and fell, his thighs burning with the effort, his body slick with sweat. His own cock was rock hard, trapped between their bodies, rubbing against the coarse, thick hair of Asha's stomach with every bounce. The friction was incredible, a delicious, constant stimulation that had him leaking a steady stream of clear fluid onto Asha's skin. They both watched it. Their eyes were locked on the sight of Chad's smaller, harder cock sliding through Asha's dark thatch of hair, leaving a glistening trail. It was hypnotic. "Look at that," Asha's voice was a low, guttural rumble, thick with lust. "You're so fucking hard for me, aren't you? You love this hairy body, don't you? Love riding my cock." He gripped Chad's hips tighter, his thumbs pressing into the flesh. "Tell me what you want, Chad. Tell me you want my hot cum deep inside you." Chad could only manage a breathless moan, his head thrown back, his mouth open. He was bouncing faster now, chasing the sensation, his movements becoming more erratic. "Yes," he finally gasped out. "I want it. I want your cum." Asha just smiled, a wide, predatory grin. He was enjoying this immensely, watching the younger man lose all control on top of him. "That's my boy," he encouraged, his voice a low chant. "Ride it. Take it all. Make yourself cum on my cock." Chad could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, a tingling heat that spread through his entire pelvis. He was right on the edge. Asha could feel it, too, in the way Chad's body tensed, in his desperate, broken cries. "I'm going to shoot inside you," Asha growled, his own hips beginning to thrust up to meet Chad's downward plunges. "I'm going to fill you up. Right... now." That was it. That was all Chad needed. The words, the promise, the feeling of Asha's cock swelling inside him. His body went rigid. A strangled cry tore from his throat as his orgasm exploded through him. Without ever touching himself, his cock began to spurt, shooting a massive, thick rope of cum that flew through the air and landed right on Asha's face, a white stripe across his cheek and lips. Asha roared, a primal sound of pure ecstasy. The sight of Chad's orgasm, the feel of his ass clamping down like a vise, sent him over the edge. He slammed his hips up, burying himself to the hilt as he came, his hot seed pumping deep into Chad's already flooded ass. As the last pulses of his orgasm subsided, Asha's tongue darted out, slowly and deliberately licking Chad's cum from his own lips. The taste was electric. Chad's strength gave out completely. He slid off Asha's softening cock and collapsed face-first onto the bed beside him, his limbs splayed, his body trembling. He was panting, his face buried in the pillows, a boneless, sated wreck. "Wow," Asha breathed, his chest heaving. He rolled onto his side and began to gently rub Chad's back, his large hand moving in slow, soothing circles over the smooth, sweat-slicked skin. Chad felt the last of his tension melting away under the touch, his consciousness starting to drift. Asha leaned in close, his voice a soft whisper against Chad's ear. "I know it's crazy," he murmured, his tone completely different now, stripped of its earlier aggression, replaced by something raw and vulnerable. "I feel like I've known you forever. And I feel like I'm falling in love with you." Chad was too far gone to process it, the words washing over him like a warm wave. "You sleep now, Chad," Asha said softly, continuing to rub his back. "We still have a few hours before we have to check out." Chad didn't respond. He was already asleep, his body exhausted and his mind a chaotic, blissful mess, dreaming of dark eyes, coarse beards, and the feeling of being completely and utterly filled. Stay tuned for part 5

Part 3 The weight of Jake's body was gone, but the pressure of his presence remained. Chad lay frozen, listening to Jake's breathing even out into the deep rhythm of sleep. The moment Jake was truly under, Chad shot out of bed as if he'd been electrocuted. He didn't bother with clothes, just fled, his bare feet silent on the carpet as he sprinted for the sanctuary of the bathroom. He slammed the door and leaned against it, his chest heaving. That's when he felt it: a slow, warm trickle making its way down the inside of his thigh. He looked down. A milky trail was snaking its way toward his knee. The combined essence of Asha and Jake, a physical manifestation of his betrayal. A wave of nausea and guilt washed over him, so potent it made him dizzy. Driven by a morbid curiosity he couldn't explain, he swiped a finger through the fluid. He brought it to his lips, his hand trembling. The taste was salty, bitter, complex. It was the taste of his own deceit. He was still a little high, the world soft around the edges, his emotions a volatile mix of shame and a strange, lingering thrill. He needed to wash it all away. He stepped into the large shower and pulled the glass door shut, the click echoing in the tiled room. He turned the water on, hot and powerful, and let the spray beat down on his back. It felt incredible, scalding away the sweat, the sex, the shame. He tilted his head back, letting the water cascade over his face, his eyes closed. The shower door clicked open. Chad's eyes snapped open. He spun around, his heart leaping into his throat. Standing there, completely naked, was Andrew. Asha's partner. He was just staring, a slow, evil grin spreading across his face as he took in the sight of Chad, wet and soapy and exposed. Without a word, Andrew strolled over to the toilet, his movements unhurried and confident. He stood with his back slightly to Chad, giving him a clear view of his cut, thick cock as he started to piss, a heavy stream hitting the water with a loud, deliberate sound. He didn't try to hide it. He stared right at Chad the entire time. Chad's face burned with humiliation. He quickly turned around, his back to Andrew, but it was too late. The image was seared into his mind. He could feel a familiar heat pooling in his groin. Against his will, against all reason, he was getting hard. He heard the stream stop, the toilet flush. Then the sound of bare feet on wet tile. The shower door slid open again. "Don't be shy," Andrew's voice was a low, amused rumble, right behind him. Chad felt a hand on his shoulder, turning him around. He kept his eyes down, focused on Andrew's chest. He couldn't bear to look him in the face. "Asha told me," Andrew whispered, his voice hot against Chad's ear. "He told me he fucked you. Came deep in your ass." Chad's head snapped up. His eyes met Andrew's. The water continued to cascade over Chad's right shoulder, running down his smooth, hairless chest. His small cock was now fully, achingly hard, the foreskin pulled back tight, sticking up at an angle. Andrew's eyes flicked down to it, then back up to Chad's flushed face. "Nice," he said, his voice thick with approval. He started pulling his own cock, slowly, methodically. It grew hard in his fist—fat, veiny, and intimidatingly thick. Chad was mesmerized. It was the first time he'd really looked at Andrew. He was 47, like Asha, but a completely different type. White, with piercing blue eyes and a thick, greying beard that framed a handsome, rugged face. His brown hair was cut short, shot through with grey at the temples, with a receding hairline that only added to his mature authority. He reminded Chad of his own dad, and the thought sent a jolt of forbidden electricity through him. He had broad, muscular shoulders that tapered to a solid paunch, and his thick legs were covered in a dense mat of dark hair. "Can I join you?" Andrew asked, his voice leaving no room for refusal. "I want to fuck you." Chad could only manage a choked whisper. "Sure." His face was crimson. Andrew's grin widened. "Good boy." Andrew stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind them. The space was suddenly small, filled with steam and the scent of two aroused men. He crowded Chad against the tiled wall, his body a hot, hairy press against Chad's smooth skin. The sex was immediate and overwhelming. It was passionate and rough, a clash of tongues and teeth, of grabbing hands and searching fingers. Andrew was incredibly verbal, a constant stream of dirty praise and commands in Chad's ear. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands roaming Chad's body. "Such a tight little body. You like this, don't you? You like being used by real men." Chad could only whimper, his head thrown back, his hands clutching at Andrew's broad shoulders. It was true. He did like it. Finally, Andrew had enough of the foreplay. He spun Chad around, pushing his chest against the cold, wet tile. "Bend over," he commanded. "Stick that ass out for me." Chad complied, his hands flat against the wall to brace himself. He felt Andrew's thick cockhead press against his already-sensitive hole. "Gonna breed this pretty little ass," Andrew grunted as he pushed inside. "Gonna fill you up again. You're gonna be leaking all four of us by the time I'm done." The entry was a stretch, a burn that bordered on pain. Chad let out a choked cry, his body arching. Andrew didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt. Then he started to fuck him in earnest, hard, deep strokes that slammed Chad's body against the wall. He was relentless, his verbal assault never-ending. "Take it," he snarled. "Take my fucking cock. That's it, whimper for me. I love hearing you whimper. You love this big dick in your ass, don't you? Answer me." "Yes," Chad gasped, his voice broken. "Yes, I love it." He was lost. The pleasure, the pain, the humiliation, the sheer filth of it all coalesced into a perfect, stormy bliss. He felt his own orgasm building, impossible to contain. With a final, desperate cry, he came, his cock pulsing as it shot ropes of cum against the shower wall. His ass clenched tight around Andrew's shaft. "Fuck, yeah," Andrew roared, feeling Chad's spasms. "Milk that cock, you beautiful boy." He gave a few more brutal thrusts and then buried himself deep, his body tensing as he unloaded, adding his own thick, hot claim to Chad's overflowing ass. They stayed like that for a long moment, the water washing over them, their bodies heaving. Andrew slowly pulled out, turning Chad around and pulling him into a surprisingly gentle kiss. "Good boy," he whispered again, before stepping out of the shower, leaving Chad trembling, alone, and more full of cum and confusion than he had ever been in his life. Stay tuned for part 4

Part 2 Sleep was a fractured, drifting thing. Chad was on his stomach, sweating, the cool hotel sheets a balm against his hot skin. He floated in and out of consciousness, the lingering euphoria from the ecstasy pill making his dreams vivid and his limbs heavy. The bass from the club still seemed to echo in his bones, a phantom rhythm that kept him from sinking into true rest. He was vaguely aware of the bed shifting beside him, the weight of his partner Jake moving. Then, a touch. A cool, firm hand was rubbing slow circles on his back. It was a familiar, comforting gesture, and Chad hummed softly in his semi-sleep, leaning into it. But the touch didn't stay comforting for long. It grew more insistent, more possessive. Jake's hand moved lower, tracing the curve of his spine down to the swell of his ass. Chad's eyes fluttered open, the room coming into soft focus. The touch was no longer gentle; it was a massage that was turning into a grope. Panic, cold and sharp, began to prickle at the edges of his haze. He felt Jake shift, and then the distinct sound of skin on skin as Jake jerked his own cock to full hardness. Jake's 7-inch uncut cock was thick and demanding. Chad knew it intimately. He could picture it now, the foreskin pulling back to expose the flushed, pink head. A hand left his back, and a moment later, fingers began to knead the flesh of his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. Chad froze. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of terror. He couldn't move, couldn't speak. He could only lie there, a prisoner in his own body, as Jake's finger brushed against his hole. And then it wasn't a brush. It was a press. A finger, insistent and probing, began to push inside. The finger sank in with shocking ease. There was no resistance. There was only wetness. Jake stopped. The sudden stillness was more terrifying than the movement. Chad's breath hitched in his throat. He felt the finger withdraw, a slow, deliberate pull. He kept his face buried in the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut, praying this was a nightmare he would wake from from. "Look at me," Jake's voice was low, dangerously quiet. Chad couldn't. A hand grabbed his hair, turning his head forcefully. Jake's face was inches from his, his expression unreadable in the dim light, but his eyes glinted with something cold and hard. He held his finger, the one that had been inside Chad, in front of Chad's face. It was glistening. "What's this, young man?" Jake's voice was a silken whisper, laced with steel. "Who's been naughty?" He brought the slick finger to Chad's lips. "I have so many questions, but later. For now... lick it off my fingers." Chad's stomach churned with a nauseating mix of shame and fear. He hesitated, and Jake's grip on his hair tightened. Obediently, his tongue darted out, tasting the bitter, salty evidence of his betrayal. The taste of Asha, of himself, of his lie. Chad sucked it like it was a cock. As far as he could take it in his mouth. "Good boy," Jake murmured, releasing his hair. He moved behind Chad again, his presence a looming threat. "Spread your legs young man". The command was absolute. Chad's body complied, his legs moving apart of their own volition. Jake leaned down and pressed his tongue inside Chad’s sloppy hole. “Mmm, I think you’re ready for MY cock now.” He felt Jake settle between them, the thick head of his cock nudging against his entrance. There was no preparation, no gentleness. The cum from Asha, still warm inside him, was the only lubricant. Jake entered him in one brutal, punishing thrust. The air was forced from Chad's lungs in a silent scream. It wasn't like before. This wasn't a secret, fierce encounter. It was powerful and decisive. It was new. It wasn’t like Jake. He normally took it slow - he was normally gentle and would make sure Chad was ok. This time, Jake was angry and horny, a terrifying combination. His hands gripped Chad's hips, holding him in place as he began to fuck him with a rough, unrelenting rhythm. Each thrust was a statement, a claim. “You are mine, you little slut.” Chad felt it differently. The pain was sharp, a burning stretch that stole his breath. But underneath it, something else was happening. The roughness, the anger, the sheer force of Jake taking what was his—it was a punishment Chad felt he deserved. He had been naughty. He had broken the rules. And this was the consequence. His body, despite the pain, began to respond to the raw aggression. He wasn't just a passive recipient; he was the vessel for Jake's rage and lust, his own guilt and pleasure intertwining into a confusing, intoxicating cocktail. Jake's grunts were harsh in the quiet room. He was fucking Chad not for pleasure, but to erase, to overwrite, to reclaim. He was driving Asha out of him with every deep, invasive stroke. Chad's own cock was trapped against the mattress, friction building a reluctant, shameful arousal within him. He was loving every thrust. And he loved how deep Jake entered him. Chad’s cock was raging hard. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, not from the pain, but from the overwhelming complexity of it all. With a final, guttural roar, Jake slammed into him one last time, his body going rigid as he emptied himself deep inside Chad, adding his own claim to the one already there. He stayed there for a long moment, his weight pinning Chad down, his chest heaving against Chad's back. Then, just as suddenly as it began, it was over. Jake pulled out and rolled away, his back turning to Chad. The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating, filled with all the words that hadn't been spoken. Chad didn't move. He lay there, his body aching and used, two loads of cum cooling inside him. He was no longer drifting. He was wide awake, and the consequences of his actions were no longer a secret. They were a physical, painful reality seeping into the sheets beneath him. Stay tuned for part 3.

Part 1 It all started at the nightclub The bass was a physical force, a deep, primal thrum that vibrated up from the soles of their feet and into their chests. Inside the packed club, the air was thick with heat, sweat, and the sweet, cloying scent of spilled drinks. Strobe lights sliced through the darkness, illuminating a sea of moving bodies. Jake stands at 5’11’’, brown hair, boyish food looks. Clean shaven. Average build. He’s wearing tight jeans and a sweat soaked black tank top. At 42, Jake moved with a comfortable confidence, his arm often finding its way around the waist of his partner, Chad. At 21, Chad was a vision of youthful energy. His lean, sweaty and hairless torso glistened under the lights, his brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Every few minutes, his blue eyes would find Jake's, a silent, loving check-in in the chaotic environment. They were with another couple, longtime friends of Jake's. Asha, a sexy Arabic man, was impossible to miss. At 47, he was a towering, muscular presence with a thick, dark beard and a body covered in a dense mat of hair that was visible even in the dim light. His partner Andrew was a man of similar age, moved with a quieter grace beside him. It was the first time Chad and Asha had met, and an immediate, electric current sparked between them. It wasn't anything overt, just a series of lingering glances across the dance floor. When they found themselves near each other, Asha's hands would "accidentally" brush against Chad's side, and Chad would lean into the touch, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. The flirting was a secret language spoken only between them, hidden in the chaos of the club. During a break, Chad slipped away to the restroom. The line was long, but a muscular, tattooed guy with dilated pupils and a wide grin leaned in close. “You’re fucking adorable. First time?" he'd asked, not waiting for an answer before pressing 2 small pills into Chad's palm. "For a better time." Chad didn't hesitate. He popped one in his mouth and swallowed it with a sip of water. He found Asha near the bar and, under the guise of pointing something out, pressed the pill into his hand. Asha's fingers closed around it, his dark eyes meeting Chad's with a flash of understanding and raw hunger. Asha popped it into his mouth without a second thought, swallowing it dry. The next hour was a blur. The music seemed to melt into a single, continuous wave of euphoria. Chad felt a profound connection to everyone, to the music, to the lights. He danced with Jake, but his eyes kept finding Asha, who was now moving with an uninhibited, primal energy, his body a force of nature on the dance floor. Finally, the lights came up, signaling the end of the night. The spell was broken. The four men, sweaty and exhausted, piled into a taxi back to the hotel. In the quiet of the car, the energy shifted. Chad rested his head on Jake's shoulder, the secret of the pill and the stolen glances with Asha buzzing under his skin. The hotel suite was cool and quiet after the club's sensory overload. It had two bedrooms, linked by a single, large master bathroom. Jake and Chad headed for one room, Asha and his partner for the other. Doors closed, and the suite fell silent. Jake was already half-asleep, but Chad was wide awake, the ecstasy still humming through his veins. He needed to piss. He slipped out of bed, padding silently across the carpet and pushing open the door to the shared bathroom. The light was on. Asha was there, standing in front of the toilet, his muscular frame tense. He was fully naked, his hairy body on display. He seemed to be struggling, his brow furrowed in concentration. A common, frustrating side effect of ecstasy. Chad didn't say a word. He walked by the sink, catching Asha's gaze in the mirror. A slow, confident smile spread across Chad's face. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slid them down his lean legs. His cock, soft and perfect, sprang free. He pulled back the foreskin, exposing the pink head, and aimed at the toilet right next to Asha. Asha watched, transfixed, his own forgotten frustration melting away. Chad let out a soft sigh of relief as a long, powerful stream of piss shot from him, hitting the water with a loud, satisfying hiss. He held Asha's gaze the entire time, a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on his face. He was pleased with himself, with the effect he was having on this powerful, older man. As his stream began to slow, Chad's free hand moved. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around Asha's thick, hairy cock. It was already hardening in his grasp, hot and heavy. Asha let out a low groan, his head falling back. Chad shook off the last drops, then turned to face Asha fully. There was no need for words. The secret flirting, the shared pill, the charged silence in the bathroom—it all led here. Chad sank to his knees, his blue eyes looking up at Asha's bearded face. He took the thick cock into his mouth, tasting the salt of his skin. Asha's hands tangled in Chad's brown hair, his hips thrusting forward gently. The blowjob was wet and hungry, but it was only the beginning. After a few minutes, Asha pulled Chad to his feet and spun him around, bending him over the cool marble of the bathroom counter. He spat into his hand and worked the saliva into Chad's tight, hairless hole. Chad pushed back, eager for it. Asha positioned himself behind him, the thick head of his cock pressing against Chad's entrance. He pushed in slowly, a deep guttural moan escaping his lips as he sank into the younger man's heat. Chad bit his lip to keep from crying out, his hands braced against the counter. The sex was quiet but fierce. A frantic, desperate coupling. Asha's hips pistoned, driving his bare cock deep into Chad's ass. The only sounds were their ragged breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and the low, muffled groans they tried to suppress. Asha's hairy chest pressed against Chad's smooth back, his beard scratching at Chad's neck. It was raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating. Chad could feel his own orgasm building, his cock trapped between his body and the counter. Asha reached around, his rough hand wrapping around Chad's shaft and stroking him in time with his thrusts. “That’s it baby, let go. Cum for me”. That was all it took. Chad's body tensed, and he came hard, his cum spilling onto the marble floor and cabinet doors below. The clenching of Chad's ass pushed Asha over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside Chad, his body shuddering with the force of his release. For a moment, they stayed like that, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, slowly, Asha pulled out. They cleaned themselves up in silence, the air thick with what they'd just done. Not a word was spoken. Chad slipped back into his bedroom. Jake was still sound asleep. Chad slid into bed, his body thrumming with a post-sex, post-ecstasy glow. He could feel Asha's cum leaking out of him, a warm, sticky reminder of the secret encounter in the bathroom. He closed his eyes, the image of Asha's powerful, hairy body burned into his mind, and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. Stay tuned for part 2.

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I've woken up several mornings with a guy's cock pushing in my ass and fucking me slowly. I'm usually on my side or front with a guy's cock fucking from behind. A few times it was by a guy that insisted on fucking me with a condom the night before but I guess they were extremely horny and just decided to push in raw in the morning. I've done the same thing, woke up spooning a guy feeling my cock super hard against his ass. He's sound asleep and I just push in. Trying not to wake him. Knowing the moment I do wake him. I've never been pushed away and the couple guys I've done with have allowed me to climb on their back and come inside. Usually there is some lube left over from the night before so I, or he, usually slides right in.

I mostly fuck safe but bb every once and a while. I love it. Then I'll get tested and while I'm waiting for the results I vow I'll never get fucked raw again if im neg. i get my test back and its neg so I don't do it raw for a while and then After a few months i let my guard down, get fucked over a few months bb and then decide to get tested again. This keeps repeating. I always vow once I get my next test and its negative ill stop. But the reality is I always end up barebacking. Hopefully I'll stay neg, but I realize it could happen and deep down I know the risks.

You might get stealthed! When a guy says he only plays safe, that's when you'll find a top that will likely succeed in breaking a condom or do some other trick to breed your ass without you knowing. It's happened to me.

One of the best I've read on here. Hot.

In the summer of 2010 I flew to Spain for a week in the sun. After a couple of days of debauchery in Barcelona, my boyfriend and I took a train to the seaside town of Sitges, which several of my friends had recommended to us. So I found myself on a train filled with many hot, sexy men. I'm 35, 5' 11", with short, buzzed, brown hair, a youthful face some facial hair that I've allowed to grow into a closely trimmed goatee. I have blue eyes and a solid build. I'm not particularly hairy, but my chest and stomach are covered with fur, which I keep it trimmed and neat, not shaved. My cock is cut, above average in size, and seems to be always hard. I would describe myself mostly as a vers bottom. I only bareback with my boyfriend, but will sometimes blow other guys outside of our relationship and even then I insist the guys wear a condom. My boyfriend of three years and I had the talk; the talk that gave each of us approval to play outside the relationship without any guilt. We also talked about how if we fucked or got fucked by anyone, we would always wear a condom. The afternoon we arrived at Sitges, I stopped at a sex shop and picked up some single-use lubes, a couple of condoms, and a bottle of poppers. That evening, around 12:00 AM, my boyfriend and I went to XXL. While it wasn't all that busy, the music was amazing, so we danced for a while and the place gradually filled up. There were muscle bears, bears, otters, twinks, the 'guy next door' type, in short, there were men of all shapes, ages, and sizes. After about an hour on the dance floor, my boyfriend disappeared, seemingly for ages. I figured he must be upstairs in the dark room. I've been to the odd dark room in my time, but mostly it's always been a lot of groping and a few blow jobs that haven't turned into anyone cumming, at least in me. Anyhow, I decided to see if I could find him, so off to the dark room I went. The narrow dark room was pitch black, and, as it turned-out, so packed with men that I found it difficult to navigate. While I could see some shadows, that was about it, so hands proved to be the only way of exploring. Not surprisingly most of the guys were wearing t-shirts, and I took the time to explore some well-developed, hairy chests. I also encountered several cocks, so while most of the guys seemed to be fully clothed, a fair number of the guys were nearly naked. One of the nice experiences was that I could pretty much feel anywhere and no-one pushed my hand away, whether I was exploring some guy's chest, his neck, the small of his back, or slide my hand into the waistband of a guy's pants. Many a guy would even wiggle a little so I could reach further in his underwear and feel his ass and crack. I was feeling a little drunk and guys were grabbing my ass. I walked along and this one particular guy grabbed the back of my belt and pulled me backwards towards himself. I let him pull me to him until I was standing directly in front of him, my ass pushed up against his crotch. His hands started roaming my chest, under my t-shirt, rubbing my nipples and rubbing my entire front and cock through my jeans. I was hard and he could feel it. He began to lick my neck, and almost involuntarily I reached behind my ass, the palms of my hands rubbing the front of his shorts. To my pleasure I found the top button of his shorts was already undone and the zipper was half down. He massaged my shoulders a little and whispered something Spanish in my ear. He was rock hard. I was able to lower the zipper a little lower and I reached into the front of his shorts. This seemed to be a invitation for him to reach down, unfasten my belt and fly and lower my jeans. I leaned forward away from him a little and he slowly pulled my jeans down and then my underwear, only pausing for a moment to grab my hard cock that sprang forward when he yanked down my pants. Other guys were still passing in front of me in this dark room that was more of corridor than a room, but other than the odd grab-and-rub of my cock, all the action was coming from the guy behind me. And let me say, he knew exactly what he was doing. I reached inside his underwear and felt a large, fat, uncut, dripping cock. Fuck, was he horny. I moved my hands so that my palms were facing and rubbing his furry belly. With one hand firmly and slowly jerking my cock, he pulled his shorts and underwear down, and they fell to his feet, so I kept exploring his body. With his free hand he began rubbing the crack of my ass, his firm fingers going right for my hole. They were rough and he was intent on trying to push a finger inside me. My pants were only partially lowered, certainly not quite at my feet, but I still had to lean forward to grab the small tube of silicone lube I had in my pocket. Retrieving it, I handed it to him. He flipped open the bottle and I thought he was going to rub some on his finger to lube my ass, but instead, he pushed me forward a little and he began lubing his cock. Obviously he thought I was giving him the green light to fuck me, but I wasn't. I didn't want him to fuck me without a condom. Not here, and not with a guy I didn't know or couldn't even see, but I was a little drunk and it was all happening pretty quickly and before I realized it, he was pulling me back towards him and his cock was lodged between my cheeks. His cock was really solid and his hands on my waist were strong and pulling me back on his cock, the head of his cock was pushing right for my hole now and I knew he was going to push it in. Raw. I thought for a second he was going to miss my hole but he didn't. I didn't want him to miss so I leaned just a little forward and then I felt him enter me. Slowly and firmly, my ass was stretching as he kept a firm hold on my hips. It felt fucking amazing. My mind was racing. I thought I either pull away now completely, or enjoy our session. I decided on the latter. I reached into my other pocket and fished out my poppers, but found I had to lean forward to reach down enough into my pockets because my jeans were now halfway down my legs. When I made this move, he pushed right in. All the way in. I could feel his pubic hair on my ass. His cock was inside me and he was holding me there, still for a couple of seconds, but not for long. His hands were on my waist and his cock was completely inside my ass. I opened the poppers and took a hit - a deep hit. He took the bottle from me, and I heard him take four deep hits, then he handed the bottle back to me, so I took another hit. Although I was now flying,and everything was a little out of focus, I could still feel the thump of the music and I could feel bodies pushing past us in the dark room. I was sweating and flying. He held onto my waist and pulled me on and off his cock, steadily, not fast, but with the serious intention to fuck me deeply. He straighten me upright with a few gestures, and then he began licking and sucking my neck, whispering in my ear, licking my ear. I tried to turn my neck and head so he cold kiss my lips. He took the hint and we kissed a little. I could feel stubble on his face. He was sweating, breathing heavily, and his tongue pushed into the corner of my mouth. As the position was very difficult on both of us, we stopped kissing and he placed his hands on my hips. I took the hint and began to rock forward and backward, slowly. I wanted him to enjoy my ass, so in my mind I was imagining that I was jerking him off with my ass, clenching and unclenching my ass muscles so he would not be able to stop fucking me before pulling out. He started a regular steady rhythm of fucking. I opened the bottle of poppers and took another hit, and he followed suit, taking several strong hits. The entire time I moved forward and backward on his cock. He was fucking me more deeply and I was completely enjoying the sensation of his cock inside my ass. As his fucking intensified, my mind was flying. All I could think about was what we looked like. What he looked like and what is cock looked liked pounding in and out of my ass. His fucking was taking on an animal like quality. I could hear him grunting. I reached down and grabbed my cock and started to jerk. He was pounding my ass so fiercely I thought I might bounce right off of it but he kept amazing control. I could hear the music of the club and I was loving every minute of the experience: the beat the music and the hot raw cock in my ass. I reached between my legs and I could feel his cock fucking my ass. I felt it with my fingers as it was pounding in and out of my ass. This must have driven him a little crazy because his fucking began to get harder and I could hear him grunting and his body started to spasm a little. He was cumming in me. I could feel him cumming inside me. He slowed down a little and then his cock popped out. Cum immediately ran down my leg. He turned me around and pulled me towards him, kissing me passionately. For the first time our cocks rubbed together. His was gradually going soft, even if it was sticky with his cum, but my cock was hard and pressed up against his. His hands grabbed my ass and he pulled me very tightly towards him. That was enough for me, and I came, shooting between our bodies and stomachs. He knelt down and licked my cum, taking my cock inside his mouth for a couple of seconds, sucking out the last couple of drops of cum from out of my cock. Then he stood up, pulled up his pants and said 'ciao' and disappeared. He was done, I was done, so I pulled up my pants and went off in the opposite direction, wondering if my boyfriend was also getting into some trouble. Anyone have any stories from some fun they've had in Sitges?

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