BarneyRubble

Hey guys, masculine bottom looking for hung tops who get off on impregnating. I can host at my downtown hotel.

N'awlins is a black guy. Fat, fat cock. It is fat. It's I'm guessing 8 inches, or maybe 9. Probably 9 by the time it's tipped deep into my throat. Actually, remembering tonight's final push inside my guts and how his fat apple -shaped head expanded further, it's definitely nine inches. It's truly an ass-splitting experience. We met in New Orleans when I was there for a conference. Probably 28 to my 50. Maybe he was 30. Strong. Built like a tank, and in my hotel room, when he pulled down his sweats, he said, "I got hard on the way here." It was already ridiculously plump, growing into its glorious destination at nine inches. As I knelt, I knew with certainty at that moment we wouldn't be using a condom. (Aside: For many of you, that's like, "duh...". Condoms would never into your equation I get it. I'm not quite like that. Trust me...I have a fantasy of having maybe 3-5 different men nutt in me in the same session, all their semen swimming together. Some of you are probably like, "Dude, that's a slow Tuesday for me." High-five to you, because that's super hot. I love reading about that shit. But I don't think it's my speed. I'm not a total prude. In an earlier story in this same forum, I described the night the same dude nutt into me 13 times (of a 16 load night) and we celebrated each load. So, I am a huge, huge lover of the deep injection of semen.) At the time I met N'awlins, I was probably using condoms 50% of the time. The deal was for me (and still true though more flexible these days...) I like knowing a little about my breeder. Not like a twenty-minute interview about career goals and long-term plans, but something. I'm not quite as good at anonymous (though I have had more than a few insanely hot bareback encounters with a stranger.) Bottom line for me, if there's isn't a powerful physical connection between us , taking his load is not as much fun. Anyway. That first time, N'awlins sauntered into my hotel room and I thought, 'we might not use condoms.' Then he explained he was half-hard, and knelt down and thought, 'Yeah. No way on condoms." Lucky for me, he likes older bears who look like big dumb rednecks, and who can take his cock without choking (well...a little choking when he wants it) . That day, he blew his semen so deep and so hard, that as he came, he landed his teeth on my neck, not biting, but screaming. I was blown away at the immensity of that breeding. After a stunning silence, both of us trying to prolong his softening penis, still dripping...eventually, he slipped out. Four minutes later, he was like, "That was awesome. Gotta go." Even his exit was hot. LOL I felt my ass got used by a STUD. He went off to think about his day, maybe forget about me, and I spent the rest of that day thinking about what was hot about him, and the lake of melting goop he left behind in me. Arranging the hookup that day, we had exchanged phone numbers. Before he left, we both said, "Keep in touch." I don't go to New Orleans for work ever, and we didn't really discuss our careers, so I didn't know if he ever traveled. That was 2017, almost a year ago. Over Pride weekend, I saw him online in my town. He had a different online profile from last year, and I had a new phone, I didn't realize it was N'awlins from his newer photo--thicker beard. Tonight, he said didn't recognize me either. He just saw my idiot grin and was like, "I wanna fuck that dude." Right now, N'awlins' southern boy nutt is swimming in me. Still warm. Turns out he was in town for work, not Pride, and wasn't available all weekend. He is spending a few weeks here, using my city as a hub while visiting smaller towns. After some missed scheduling earlier this week, we made concrete plans for tonight. When I was leaving the house tonight, I texted him, "Are you gonna nutt in me tonight?" He texted back, "Yes. I am." On the drive to the hotel, I wondered it that same chemistry would reignite as the first time. When I got to his room and he stepped back after letting me in, I think we both felt that same shock of, OH. YEAH, THIS WORKS. We didn't talk about our mutual reaction, but his whole body jerked in the shadow of the room, lit only by ESPN on the big screen. He was pleased. He sat on the couch and grabbed his crotch through--once again--sweats. He lost them as soon as I started unbuckling my belt. He got off watching me strip off my shirt and then camo shorts in front of him. His cock rose, like a cartoon of a cock rising, first rising to go straight out, then into the up position when he touched the precum on the front of my jock. He leaned his whole body up and gently twisted my nipples, covered in blond fur. He leaned back into the couch and I knelt to suck his cock until it was spit-soaked, which he loved, and then started deepthroating it, and he acted like he'd never had that done before. We stayed on the couch this way for about twenty minutes. I spent five or ten minutes slobbering over his balls, sucking them individually and then together, while rubbing his wet dick against the bridge of my nose. After that he clamped his hands on my head, and pushed his drooling cock so deep into my throat I thought his balls were gonna straddle my tonsils. Every now and then, he'd say, "Oh, Daddy...fuck, Daddy...fuuuuuuck." After the tenth time of him groaning out the extended word, "Fuuuuuuuuck," I said, "Should we?" He said, "Go." It was a Marriott courtyard, so we left his living room for the bedroom, this enormous high-off-the-ground bed and I crawled up on top, like the frosting on the pristine white cake. He immediately aligned his cock to my hole. I said, "I brought lube." He said, "Don't need any," and began pressing my anus. Even though I suggested fucking, I didn't realize we were quitting right that second, but when he said, "Go," I obeyed. So, his cock was coated in "average slickness," and not "slobbering wet before pressing inside me." He wasn't interested in giving me a moment to make it wetter. He was relying on whatever spit I left on his enormous fat dick and his personal persuasiveness. And he definitely used the power of insistence. His dick popped my hole as I was doing my first hit of poppers, and right when I should have said, "Hey, slow down," the poppers hit, and the clenching resistance was replaced by a wet slide, and I opened to him fully, and he sank to his balls. He stayed there. He made noises, kinda like, "I'm home," noises, grunting, and pleasuring himself in small strokes and longer ones. I growled and swore, and told him what it was like to be impaled on a tank gun, unyielding and growing more aggressive with each slow, wet stroke. He stroked my insides. I thought about trying to recreate some of the dirty talk we had between us, what I can remember out of the moment. I praised his strength, over and over, honored him for showing me what a man he was, grinding himself deeper, opening a man's ass so there was no resistance. In those moments when he allowed himself a longer, deeper breath, he'd growl out a "oh, Daddy," and it would make his cock swell when I called him, Son. I won't remember all the correct details so I'll quit. I do remember at one point discussing his slimy, goopy boys and how they would soon make their liquid home in me. He would know a father's love as he squirted them into me. He liked that. so much he ripped me open. He fucked with his whole lower body, insistent and assured, though sometimes he'd lose control and spasm in me, his cock skidding sideways and fucking an asswall that wasn't part of his usual routine. Those times, I screamed face down into the thick white pillows, and that just made him fuck me harder, merciless. He only took two short breaks. He said he had to or he'd cum. But at last, in a whimpering voice asked me if "Daddy wanted that nutt," and I began begging him for it, over and over, giving him permission to do what he was gonna do anyway. He pushed my head down with his and unloaded. He fucked harder on the initial four or five squirts, and that wasn't the end of the orgasm, that was just the opening volleys. He came a lot. He later confessed it had been three solid weeks of jacking off. He kept spitting into me. As he thrashed on top of me, his fat nine-inch dick still firing, I said, "Right now. It's happening right now." Then I shut up to just deeply feel it, relishing the final squirts, and then his panting, the dribbling of sperm into a big puddle, his ongoing shudders in disbelief. Second breeding with N'awlins was as good as the first time. Better.

> Let us know how it went? Thanks for asking, buddy! Well, it was an astonishing second night of sex as well. Crazy. I've never done anything like this. He really wanted to experience my throat all the way - he wanted to nut it. So, I greedily sucked down his first load with his 11 inch cock (maybe?) all the way down my throat. While I was sucking him, I slipped out of my shorts and showed him the black thong I bought to wear for him. Oh, man, he liked that. His second load went into my ass. Third load in my ass. Fourth load in my ass. Fifth load in my ass. (We took a 15 minute break between loads 4 and 5). He's 28 years old and insatiable. He loved being inside my ass. He just stayed hard after every fuck. When I said stuff like, "You know you're just pushing your own seed deeper into my second hole..." he went nuts and got thicker, harder. At one point I asked him when he last played and he said, "A while ago." I said, "How long?" And he said, "A WHILE ago," and chuckled. I guess he was starving. Sixth load on my ass crack, dripping down the deep trench. Seventh load in my ass. I swallowed the eighth load. This was the EXACT same pattern as Friday night - 8 loads total, 5 in my ass, 2 in my throat, 1 in the crack. WTF? LOL. Crazy. Maybe this is an average weekend for some guys, but for me...10 loads of semen inside me in two days--all from the same incredible guy?--I'm hard just typing this. This guy is intense. Sometime in my cum-induced daze, I asked him how big his cock was, inch-wise. He said he didn't know--never measured it. If I had a dick that big, I'd be bragging and posting it as part of my screen name, but he seemed genuine when he said that. He just tells guys it's "big." He sent me two pics of it and it looked big, yeah, but I now know those pics were only semi-hard photos. I'm guessing he was 9 inches in those photos... Another interesting thing...when he was leaving, he leaned in to kiss me (we hadn't kissed at all during this explosive weekend sex, although I would have liked to). It was a furtive, almost embarrassed kiss. It made me think that he's shy. As eager as he was to pump his big black cock's semen into me (and he loooooooved hearing about me honoring his strong swimmers by letting that DNA get absorbed into me overnight) I think he might be kinda shy. LOL. I'm looking forward to more adventures with him.

Craigslist ad was Chub for BBC. Pic of my ass I hope was alluring. Me in a jockstrap. Big, beefy, pale ass. Guy responds with body and dick pics, one of five or six responses. A couple flakes, and one pic exchange where I wasn't his type after all. Honest mistake, and good luck out there, buddy. So this guy responds, and he's got a good sized cock. It's pretty big in the photos, but 8 or 9 inches, can't tell and honestly, doesn't matter as long as it's owner is proud of what he has and what it can do. We exchanged emails and he said he could come over as soon as a friend picked up keys. Less than a half hour. Something like that, one of those things guys say when they intend to flake out. He seemed okay and into me during our meager exchange, so I said sure. Hit me up. I also thought the encounter may not happen because I asked for us to use condoms. I know that this makes part of the story unpopular, but I wouldn't be posting this story if things didn't go as I had asked. I love bare--always prefered. But I'm not a bathhouse guy. Not that there's anything wrong with that - I jerk off to those stories too and admire those dudes. Warriors. But I'm uh...shyer. I fantasize about having three guys loads in me at once, because I haven't even had two different guys' cum in me at once. And I'd love to make this fantasy come true. So, I asked if condoms were okay. I didn't want to tell him that if we hit it off, maybe we'd end up condom-free somewhere down the road, two or three encounters later. I dunno. I love raw. But my brain sometimes doesn't adjust to the possibility of doing it immediately. And I love those stories on this site. He texts me and said his friend obligation was complete. He didn't live far and I had given him the cross streets, so he texted me, "I know it's later than we said, but it's Friday night, so I know you're up. Give up that fat ass. I'm a block away. Address." I liked his attitude. 28 to my 50. Big dick and a no-fuck-around attitude. He showed up and I was pleased. He was too. I could tell as soon as he walked through the door, a knowing grin that was, "this is my type." I led him to the bedroom. Got him some water. We made a little small talk while we undressed. He was pleased, because this was the first time in a month a craigslist ad had worked out for him. He described three incidents going to someone's house who was a no show and, of course, disappeared from text or whatever communication. He shrugged it off, while I helped peel off his underwear. His cock was thickening and I thought to myself, "We might not use condoms." It was bigger than the photos, both of them, and it wasn't fully hard. I sucked and he loved it. It took me a minute or two to accommodate his whole cock in my throat, but I like to take my time getting there anyway. I like surprising the guy that, yeah, I can take more of this fat dick. More than that. Surprise! I can take another inch and a half more. His hands were on my head, pleasantly surprised and exclaiming, "Oh shit." I thought he was cumming, but he was just getting ready to push deeper. I sucked him this way, luxurious deep strokes and then 'holding position,' when his shaft was at its deepest. He loved this and so did I, getting him throat-slobberred. At one point, he pulled out, slowly, inch by huge inch and I realized it was probably 11 inches. Fat. In our brief emails, he never said, "I have an 11 inch cock." I wondered how many guys would flake out if he had volunteered that detail. But it was a fuck monster, and it was fat, and bloated, and at that same moment, we both knew it was time for him to be inside me. I think I knew at that moment, we wouldn't use condoms. They were sitting a few inches away. I crawled up on all fours and he liked what he saw. Growled without trying to be an ass about making sex noises. I get that chubby guys is not for everyone, but it was for him. He ate my ass, and when I pushed back and made my own growling, grunting fuck sounds, he pushed his tongue in further. I could hear his hand jacking his cock, because I had slathered him in my throat spit, so it was juicy as he jacked it. I thought about how big it was. He pushed the head into my crack with intention. I said, "What about condoms?" He pushed a little more and when he popped in, I think he was again, pleasantly surprised by how deep he got on the first push and I could take it. Not all the way, no. But more than six inches. I felt him keep going, and I knew he was talking me out of condoms, but not using words. He pushed deeper and then slowly pulled out, some longer strokes to let me know what I'd be missing if I insisted. I didn't insist. He fucked me more. Deeper. Slow, and then sometimes fast jabs so I knew to open up when he encouraged me to open up or he'd get his way jackhammering me. Either way. So, I opened to him. He pounded me good, and I felt him tense. Not "cum in four seconds" tense, but he had completed a few laps and had now worked up a good sweat. He really liked my ass and I felt like that 11 inch dick was maybe more. I dunno. I was ravaged. I said, "You're gonna cum in me, aren't you?" He said, "Yeah. I am." Maybe he had assumed he always would. He was probably used to men giving up their ass easily to him. Once I stopped asking questions of him, he could see that he would reach the goal line, he got more intense, excited to release himself in me, now that he had gotten the permission he may not have waited for anyway. He fucked harder, yelled, yelled again, and said, "Oh, shit," in a louder voice, followed by repeatedly saying, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" He dumped his load in me. Before he had even gotten soft, hadn't had time to pull out, he was pounding my ass again, so I talked dirty to him. Now that he had done it, why not? I described the creamy froth he was creating in my pink colon, fucking his own cum into me deeper, and how his sons would swim further than other men, because he was stronger. He loved this kind of talk, and it wasn't long before he dumped a second load in me. We took a break after that, lying around sweating, both of us, "wow-ing," and me kissing and licking his balls and saying, "thank you." He liked that, too. A lot of things I did were getting to him. Soon, he was inside me again. He didn't cum inside me that time. He jerked his whole body hard as he began to cum and his cock jumped out of me, spurting along my crack but he couldn't get his cock inside for the full cum. The fourth cum was inside me. I was admiring his still half-hard penis, sucking it, worshipping it with my lips, and that's how I swallowed the fifth load. Sixth load less than twenty minutes later. Took a shower before leaving. We walked to the front door, me talking about how crazy this was, and how did he know he was gonna breed me? He didn't answer, just said, "That was hot. We need to do this again soon." I talked dirty to him about how his sperm was inside me, would be all night, and he used my hand to show me he was hard again. I led him by the cock again to my bedroom and he fucked the sixth and seventh loads into me. I kept sucking his cock after he came to get all the drops of cum out, which turned him on even more, and so...I swallowed the eight load. He admitted he had never experienced anything like this before. He had dumped up to four loads in a guy, but this was a new record. I walked him to the door and we laughed about the craziness, how Craigslist had some incredibly frustrating experiences, but sometimes there was this, a connection that was so intense that incredible things happened. We've been texting all day. I bought a thong because he likes thongs. It's Saturday, around 8:30 pm. Central time when I'm writing this. Not sure when this will actually appear in the posts, but that's what time it is now. He's coming over in an hour.

You're right bbinbpark...probably overthinking things in wondering why he wasn't more worried. I was just surprised.

Fuckrogerbb, I wondered that, too. He insisted on waiting for Uber with me -- standing in his front yard by the fence. Also, he told me he fucked his spouse bare, so why did he have condoms at all? Wouldn't his wife be suspicious if she found them?? Whatever. It was a hot scene.

This happened yesterday. I'm on the USC campus for a work conference, visiting from out of state. I chatted with this guy on Growlr and his profile said he was bisexual and cheating on his wife. right there in the profile, he admitted he was cheating. He was a top. When we started chatting, he told me he liked my ass and really wanted to fuck me...but he only fucked with condoms. I knew I wanted his load and I decided to seduce him. Neither of us could get free for two days, so during the hours he kept the app on his phone (he deleted Growlr before he went home each night), we talked dirty. I talked to him about the importance of seed, how I rarely took it inside me, how it *meant* something to carry a man's DNA, the very essence of a man until it got absorbed into the pink flesh. He loved it. I told him stories of seducing my massage therapist until he fucked his cum into me hard. I told him how I was with a top once who once said--while fucking me doggy style--"I'm taking off the condom now." he loved it. I talked about "seed loyalty," how a bottom feels intensely toward the top who gifted him with the juice of life, how bottoms were pussies meant to absorb this juice and the juice is meant to flow into pussies, male or female. He got off on it and kept telling me how he'd never heard this talk before, how he never NEVER considered the concept of "seed loyalty" and it was driving him nuts. I wasn't lying...I don't fuck around with hundreds of guys...I am surprisingly slutty for me--I let about 6 guys a year cum inside me. Okay, maybe 10. I realize some bottom guys go for 18 loads a night and that's awesome...but not my style. It is a big deal for me to take a guy's load. We don't have to be married or even see each other again, but I want there to be a connection during the breeding. I am his. I have seed loyalty to this man, even if he forgets about me two weeks later. After getting him worked up, I took Uber to his house, which I was surprised to find in South Central. I've never been to LA and here I was headed to this really run-down neighborhood and a bearded Hispanic man in a wifebeater met me at his chain link fence. We smoked pot. We got naked. He whipped out a condom. Dang. We fucked for a while and he was way into my beefy ass. He ate it. He sucked those lips. he kept touching my ass with his fingers lightly and saying, "Damn...damn..." He was into my thick daddy ass. After a while of fucking, I begged him to rub his precum-covered cock all over my pink hole. He pulled off the condom so he could accommodate me... Rubbed his dick against me... I moaned... He said quietly, "That was the last condom I have." I sensed this was a delicate moment and I wasn't sure whether to tell him to go for it or let him decide in this moment... I wanted to say, "Fuck me, raw." But I had been talking dirty about getting bred and honoring his seed-of-life, and for the past fifteen minutes it made him fuck harder and deeper...he knew what I wanted. I was kneeling on the couch and so instead of answering, I just pushed my ass out and moaned. He entered me. He fucked me. As soon as he was inside me, I started talking dirty about his raw cock, and how good it felt, how his precum was truly slicking up my insides so that when he blew his load, his sperm would swim deeper in my slicked-up colon. The more I talked about his seed in me, the harder he got. After a few more minutes of fucking, he started swearing in Spanish, and he blew his load. He came hard. I wouldn't let his cock out of me...I milked it, held onto it as he tried to pull out. Eventually he pulled out and looked at me like he could not believe what happened. He told me he was married less than a year and while he cheated a few times, never raw. I tried to talk dirty about how good it felt to be knocked up and now I had "seed loyalty" to him--for the rest of my life, I would jack off thinking about my south central LA Chicano who bred my thick white ass. He was a little dazed and in shock over what he had done, so I called an Uber. He waited with me outside while the car came. I asked him why he decided to fuck me raw. He shrugged and said, "I was out of condoms." That wasn't exactly true. I had intended to respect his wishes to play safe, so I had brought condoms with me. While we fucked, they were sitting in my jeans pockets two feet away. But I never told him that. I held his semen inside me for hours.

Masculine man visiting NW suburbs (Huntley) and while here, I'm hoping to meet a top who hungers for bear ass. I'm not looking for 20 loads...just one or two. I prefer to honor the man whose cum i receive by letting his seed marinate deep inside my pink hole while I reflect on the gift I have been given. (No judgment about the men who take 20 loads! My brothers who do that are HOT. ) I'm negative and on Truvada.

Yup. I'd stand in line for that. Especially since it's re-enacing an intense dream. I'm in Minneapolis, by the way. Heh.

That is an amazing cock. Gorgeous. Lucky guy to be bred by that beauty.

I received a message on Growlr through a profile with no pictures. The message said that I was the hottest 'daddy' he ever saw. And wow, did he want to have sex with me. For most of us who use those apps, no picture = game player or picture-seeker, so I thought it was fake. He then explained how a month earlier he cruised me hard at the gas station where I regularly purchase gas, and that he knew me as a customer there and he lusted after me pretty hard. He named the right gas station, so I knew this person was for real. He added that a month ago, he decided to "up his flirting game" so as I pulled my car from my spot next to the station, he conveniently took out the trash, blocking my exit, forcing me to see him while he stared at me. After he explained this story on Growlr, I did remember a young guy doing this at my gas station. I also remembered thinking at the time 'What the fuck is your problem? Get your trash out of the way, bud'. He described himself as a twink, a tall twink, skinny and with wild hair. Intriguing. He hoped he might find me on Growlr, and while I was flattered, I didn't know about this guy. After all, he was straight-identified, 23, had a very serious girlfriend, worked at a gas station but tried to live as musician. But I dunno, he had sincerity on his side, and this friendliness too, so I met him after his gas station shift. He was handsome.tall and lanky, long hair pulled back, and with scruffy facial hair. Well, short and long. It was a weird combination. But inside this gruff hipster was this excited guy. His band was taking off. They had booked a tour of Europe, a bunch of mid-sized or smaller cities. Sounded sketchy, but he really believed it was going to happen. We ended up going to my place later and had a hot scene. He liked a daddy in control, so I stripped him and made him kneel before me while his 7.5 cut cock bounced straight out in front of him, dripping precum. He was excited. I sucked him off, made him lick my belly (which he loved), and he moaned and groaned in ways that made me know he was way into it. He fucked me, looking into my eyes. I was just beginning to bareback but not yet taking loads, so I had him pull out and I watched his face freeze and clench while he shot his giant load on my leg. He was shy immediately after. I drove him home after that. Shortly after that, he contacted me on Growlr to thank me for the experience and added he was off to Europe on tour and goodbye. He asked me to think of him as my 'Good boy'. (I realize this is a long setup to getting to sloppy raw sex. Sorry. Didn't mean for this to be a full story, but the creamy pay off is coming.) He contacted me a month ago. He was back in the states and had been living in my city for the past five months or so. He had gotten married, had a a baby, and his music career had taken off, that he had a record contract and was performing and recording music full time. (I guess he really did have a music tour in Europe!). Good for him. During our raunchier Growlr chats, he confessed that the first time he fucked me was the first time he had ever been with a man. He had never fucked a man. Not ever. I was shocked by this because of the way he role played so easily, and how very relaxed and into the sex he was. That day, I didn't have to talk him into fucking, he pounced. He really wanted to cream me, too. That was a big deal to him. I said it was a big deal to me, too. I wasn't taking loads when we first fooled around...but I was now. I asked him how many men he had fooled around with besides me. 'None', he replied. We played text-tag for three week. He had to work around the baby schedule, the band, his wife, all that shit. I work and have a life, I wasn't going to drop everything because a 23 year old happened to be free between 10:00 and 11:15 one morning. But this morning, he texted me, inviting me to get high and for the first time, I replied 'okay'. I had been thinking about his load and how much I wanted it. We had unfinished business. He was supposed to breed me that very first time he had sex with a man, but we didn't do it. It should have happened, but I was now ready to honor his seed. Got to his house, total mess, total "we're married and poor" situation but it was in a cool attic of an old home. Wooden floors, painted green (when you could see the actual floor) and a giant sloppy bed in front of big windows with cobwebs and broken slat blinds. He wore baggy clothes, even more lumberjack/hipster than before. Super skinny. We smoked his pot, which was good, and then it got quiet between us. Earlier that morning during our texts, he confessed he was nervous and unsure. He definitely wanted the sex and he wanted to blow his nuts in me. But he was nervous all the same. When things got quiet between us, I took the lead. I put my hand on his leg and said, "When we got together over a year ago, I made you pull out. I was new to barebacking. I hadn't taken men's loads my whole life and I was new to indulging my favorite, most intense fantasy. I made you pull your beautiful cock out of yer Dad...." He groaned. I said, "I won't be asking you to pull out today. Today, you empty your nuts inside your Dad. Is that what you want?" His lips opened and he tried to speak, but no words. His hips jerked, thrusting up into the air, thrusting at nothing. I took this as a yes. I made him kneel again, stripped him slowly until his skinny body and big dick were at right angles. He took off his baseball cap and he had long bushy hair in the front which I pulled behind his ear. I kissed him, something he did not want a year and a half ago. But he wanted it now. After the very wet kiss ended, I whispered into his mouth, "Was that the first time, you kissed a man?" He whispered, "Yes." I made out with him again and caressed his balls, already tight. I lowered myself to suck on his big dick, hard as stone, and bouncing in front of him. Leaking precum. I smeared some on my upper and lower lips and the made him kiss it off. I sucked his big cock until it was sloppy, but I cut the blow job short. His hard cock was quivering. His balls were tight against his body. I didn't think he'd last long on a proper blow job. I told him that we were gonna do doggy style this time and he nodded. He said, "I'm nervous." I kissed him and said, "Do you wanna shoot your load in Dad's hole?" He nodded against my chest. "Say it, son. Say you want to cum inside me." He mumbled out, "I wanna cum inside you." "Say it. C'mon. Tell me what you want." He looked me in the eye and said, "I wanna fuck you and then shoot inside you." I instructed him to get some lube. I took care of my own hole and he greased up his dick. I knew he would not necessarily be gentle...I mean, he'd be as gentle as I told him to be. But I figured he'd just try to pop his whole cock inside me in one jerky motion. Which he did. I slowed him down a bit, but not for long. It but about three or four tries before he was balls deep inside me, his hands wrapped around my pecs and he said, "Oh." I squeezed his dick and he moaned. We started fucking, both of us moving some to create the slow see-saw of fucking. It was wet inside me. I asked him how he liked that sensation, that wet gripping hole. "I love it," he said and he gasped. He lasted longer than I thought he would, I give him credit for that. He fucked me in slow, even strokes, I think just because he was enjoying the sensation of each long-ass grip. I said stuff like, "You gonna cum inside your dad today? Paint my insides white, son?" This would make him fuck harder and gasp out a 'yes, or 'yes, dad.' Pretty soon he said, "I'm gonna cum. Should I cum?" I said, "Plant your seed, son. Cum in me." This drove him over the edge and he fucked deeper a few times. After each thrust, he clenched his anus hard - I could feel it -- because it forced his cock to clench up inside my ass and squirt out more liquid. He gasped and gasped on top of me, his head on my back. At last he said, "Whoa," and pulled out. As soon as he was out of me, I was just a pot-smoking buddy. A pal. Someone who he invited over to smoke. I was out of the house within five or six minutes. He was still very friendly, asking me lots of polite questions about my life so he could get rid of me faster. We hugged before I left. He hit me up on Growler a few minutes ago to say how nervous he was and also that, "I liked it." I told him what he wanted and needed to hear. "You done good, son. I'm proud of you." As a P.S. to this story, my young buddy texted me on Growlr about 10 hours later, close to midnight, asking me if I would come back for a repeat.

Hey Gents, Visiting one of my favorite parts of the country and hoping to rack up some good memories while here. Would love to meet a masculine top man who thinks putting his seed into a tourist is the height of civilized hospitality in California. I like raunchy, animal sweat, verbal sex, dominant guys, intimacy, pagan, powerful sex....if you know of a redwood forest where we could breed while breathing in that ancient power...I think we should talk. Weds/Thurs 5/27/15 - 5/28: Menlo Park Fri: 5/29: SOMA hotel Sat/Sun 5/30 and 6/1: Guernville

A guy responded to my craigslist ad a month or two ago. Straight guy...well, mostly straight. He liked fucking thick beefy ass, but has only had one other experience doing it. Loved it. He loves dating women and loves pussy, but somehow, thick beefy ass drives him nuts. Being new to this and nervous, we met at a bar near my home and drank a pitcher of beer together. We talked and laughed, and he could see I was a regular guy, just like him. He was not a regular guy. No, not at all. He was handsome. Big thick hair, handsome jawline, perfectly white teeth. He was not muscular, but had muscles. More like average/athletic with little fat. We had exchanged photos, but his did not do him justice. As soon as he walked into the bar that first time, I realized he had no problem getting women to fuck. No problem. That first night we hooked up was fun. We had great sex. He said that he wanted to try kissing, something he had not done prior. Asked me if it was okay. I didn't mind. We kissed and he said it was okay, but kissing a woman was still better. The sex was fun and he nutted inside me--in a condom. I wanted his raw load. I figured it might take a few sessions, but I thought that eventually, I might persuade him. A full month passed before I heard from him again (he preferred I not contact him and I agreed). We exchanged texts about getting together and I thought I'd start planting the seed in his head. Well...the seed to plant his seed. These are the actual text messges we exchanged a few hours before we were to get together: Him: I'm very very horny right now. Might have to pound your ass multiple times tonight. That sounds good though. Me: Multiple times sounds hot...You might be tempted to slip off the condom and dump your first load inside me so you can use it as lube for the second time... Him: Ha ha. I'll try really hard not to. I'd like to do that. Fill your ass up all the way to the brim. I'm already about to explode just thinking about it. Me: Hmmmmmm. It's hot thinking about it, isn't it? All your warm creamy sperm swimming deep inside into that pink hole.... (after a few minutes of him not responding...) Me: Freely ejaculating with the goal of shooting it as deep as possible... Him: Alright, you seriously have to stop. Me: LOL...I like teasing you. Straight guys are proud of their cum. They wanna breed. Gosh, what's going to happen if I don't stop teasing you?.... He did not reply to that one until close to our meeting time. He got distracted by a hockey game with friends. We met in the bar again and drank. I refereced our hot text exchange and he groaned. I apologized if I was making him nervous or uncomfortable with this topic. Not uncomfortable, he said. He wanted it...but... I explained I was on Truvada, the HIV prevention drug and told him the stats. He had heard of Truvada, but didn't realize how effective it had become. I could see him mentally debating in his brain. I told him one of my fantasies was to be with a top who secretly took off the condom while we were fucking and only told me once he was close to cumming. His eyes bugged out and said, "That sounds dangerous." I said, "Yeah, maybe ten years ago. But with the Truvada...well, I'd find it hot. I'm just saying...it's a fantasy." I worried I pushed too hard. I tried to explain that it was more about giving the top power over my butt...giving him the decision-making power over how I got fucked. THAT he understood and liked. That he could appreciate. The first time we fucked, he held my head into the mattress as he pounded me. I made sure we had plenty of beer before we careened back to my place. He was eager to start fucking right away nad bent me over the couch. "Right here," he said. He pulled out a condom from his pocket and I heard him unwrap it. I was disappointed but at the same time, I kinda figure that one of these days...one of our sessions, he would come around. I have also discovered I kinda like trying to convince a guy to bareback...to go raw. It's a turn on to me. He entered me and it was good. HIs dick is about 6 inches. Maybe 6.5 It's not huge. Average thickness. But he's a hot guy and he fucks well, as if he figured out how to make the most of his cock. He fucked me for about five minutes and I groaned my appreciation. He kept saying how much he loved my ass. Then he pulled out and said, "I'm taking off the condom." Just like that, he was back inside me again, this time raw. He moaned as soon as he slid in. He felt the difference right away. I knew I was gonna get his load and within about four minutes, he growled, "I'm gonna breed you." And he did, collapsing on my back. When he pulled out, I suggested we go upstairs to my bedroom and I would massage his body until he was ready to nut again. He liked that idea. I gave him a great massage and told him how amazing it felt to have his semen inside me. He liked it. He liked hearing how much it turned me on to carry his sperm. I described how he came, how turned on I was by his words, "I'm taking off the condom." In less than ten minutes, he said, "I wanna fuck you again." When he slid into me, I said, "Does it feel wet?" "Yeah," he said in a heavy breath. "Yeah, it's wet." He nutted in me twenty minutes later. I sucked a third load out of him and we slept for a while in my bed, naturally falling asleep. He woke up and put his cock inside me. I asked him if he liked feeling how creamy it was and he said that was his favorite part, feeling his own cum on his dick and knowing it was going to stay in me all night. Making out with a man must not have been so bad after all, because we kissed for a long time with his cock in me before he pulled out, dressed, and went home. On his way out the door, he said, "That was intense. I've never been inside a guy bareback." Next time, I don't think we'll even start with the condom.

Can’t Cross The Line Ever since going on PrEP, I have occasionally allowed my inner sperm pig to rule me. I don’t think I’m ever going to be a bathhouse guy, not that there’s anything wrong with that. I jack off to those stories on this site just like I do the one-on-ones. Especially when they’re creamy stories. But once in a while...that side of me gets to come out and be the pig I know I am. In late 2013, I started sucking off a guy with whom I connected through Craigslist. (As you can see, I’m not THAT much of a goody-two-shoes.) He responded to an advertisement, and when he showed up, we both had that recognition that this was the guy we wanted to find at the door. You know that good surprise feeling of, OH. YEAH, THIS WORKS. He was somewhat scruffy, bearded, kinda soft spoken, a bit like an IT guy who knows his stuff but gets nervous around people. At first glance he appeared to be of an average build, but when he was naked I enjoyed the sight of his dedication at the gym: toned, without being excessively muscular. He really enjoyed it that I made no effort to disguise my enjoyment of his his fat biceps and chest. And his dick. Well, it was perfect. It was nine inches and thick - I mean, real fucking inch-by-inch-by-inch all the way to nine. So I sucked his cock, and he loved it. Then his aggressive side came out, and he didn't hesitate to grab my hair or pull my head down to the base of his cock. He thought he was torturing me by putting his hands behind my skull and pushing his cock all the way down my throat, but I surprised him by being able to relax, and take him far deeper than he apparently expected of me. This went on for a while. I wanted him to fuck me and brought up the possibility. He couldn’t, he said. It was the line he couldn’t cross. Everything but that. Pretty soon we were doing everything but that. He loved rimming me, fingering me, kissing, holding each other. He likes bears. I loved having that muscle dude with his huge cock in my throat. He really got into it when we were physical. I splattered throat juice all over his dick ‘cause he liked it wet and sloppy. I really wanted him to fuck me. I would talk dirty to him while lightly jacking his spit-soaked cock about breeding and making his babies in me and his ass squirmed off the ground, straight up and he moaned as if I had punched him. Yeah, he liked that kinda talk. I included it regularly, hoping to tempt him. But it was the line he couldn’t cross. One night we did all those things in front of a roaring fire and I let him know I was completely serious. I didn’t do this for a lot of guys, but if he wanted, he could cum in me. I would take his sperm. He was surprised by this (despite our dirty talk – talk is just talk) and said he was honored, but he couldn’t. Couldn’t do that one thing. So I sucked him off until he shot his huge load into my throat. Did I mention that? Shoots a lot of sperm and really lets himself holler while he does it. I think it’s one of the only time he lets himself go, when he shoots. In November of 2014, he sent me a text saying he needed to take a break. Not just from me, but he had a couple suck buddies outside the relationship and he needed time off from fooling around. Commit to the relationship amongst other things. He hinted there was more going on in his life than I knew about it, so he asked me not to take it personally. He was cool about it, so I was also, and wished him well, suggesting he contact me in a month, three months, or even a year later if he changed his mind. No harm, no foul. I liked sucking him off, but no strings means no strings. He owed me nothing and vice versa. We exchanged a few more texts but that was it. I was bummed I never felt that huge cock inside me, never heard him scream until he blew it all out up my thick butt. Oh well. Life happens. He was pretty committed to never fucking anyway. Well, I'm here to tell ya, I’ve got his cum in my ass right now, while I’m typing this. Seriously, guys. Still inside me. It’s swimming up into my gut. I contacted him last month after roughly six months of no contact and said, “Hey, hope things are going well. No expectation you reply, but I was just thinking about you. Be well.” He replied almost immediately, thanked me, said he was working shit out. We texted a few more texts, just polite shit, and he was gone. Last week, he started texting me again. Free? You free now? You gonna be free tomorrow around 4? I knew I’d suck him off again soon and that was awesome, but I wondered how far I could push him into breeding. I decided that since this might be a one-time-only reunion, I’d push him pretty far. See if I could break him. We make plans to get together today, Saturday, around 7pm. He was to do as he used to do, come in the bedroom and find me naked. We’d do all the normal stuff. I texted him for the two hours before hand, asking him questions about things that would turn him on. Had this big conversation if he liked the word pussy during dirty talk sex because we are both masculine and yet that word…that word…in the right context….he would go nuts when I said the words ‘get me pregnant, man…’ and so I used text messages to drive him nuts. He let me know he still had that line he couldn’t cross and I said it was okay, but just to let *him* know, I would be fully cleaned out and breeding-ready (and willing) if he changed his mind. I emphasized I was ready to bear his seed. I wanted his splatter. He came over tonight. Started by rimming my ass and I talked filthy to him. Talked a ton about breeding and the intimacy between us if he did and we both knew how much he needed to unload his hard cock in this pink, pink hole. I drove him nuts and he eager attacked my ass lips, slobbering them open and then using his fingers to kinda roughly enter me next. I asked him if he liked it that it hurt, a little at least, to take his hard fingers. If he liked to hear me groan with discomfort. He said he did. Yeah, it turned him on. He didn’t want me to cry and bawl in pain (um…maybe) but he liked imagining my cock hurt my insides, roughed them up, but I still wanted it deeper. I started in on how those abrasions were tearing the capillaries so his pure white and my red-blooded ass walls would merge and create this beautiful, pink goo if he came inside me today. Drove him nuts. He put his dick head on that hole and pushed, just a tiny, tiny bit. I groaned and talked about how real that felt, how real that he was almost causing me to flinch and my hole was slicked open. I said, “I bet you like to slide that huge dick inside in one stroke.” He said, “Yeah. I do.” “Even if it causes discomfort.” His dick got harder in my crack and he said, “Yeah. I do. Are you ready to suck my dick?” I gave him the best head I could. Slobbered it wet. Stopped to occasionally talk about his favorite fucking positions. Sucked him from an angle where his fingers could reach my ass. I gave him some coconut oil and suggested he use it on his finger to give him deeper access. I suggested he pay attention to how my tight hole gripped him. This went on for 15 minutes, him timing my sucks down to the base of his dick with the jabs to my ass. At one point (and this is when I knew I was going for broke), I pulled off his cock and said, “Your dick is super soaked with my spit. My insides are soaked with yours right now. If this is when we were gonna fuck, now would be the moment.” He chuckled but less then three minutes later, he said, “Are you serious about getting fucked?” My hopes shot up. Could this really be happening? At last? I said, “Yeah. I am. Raw. No pulling out.” He said, “Okay. Let’s do it.” I got into position—on my stomach—immediately because I didn’t want him to change his mind. This had to happen fast. He had been really good about not crossing that line, and we had had some great times in the past. Really fucking hot. I felt his cock head push into my hole and I said, “Ready.” He said, “I’m warning you, this isn’t going to take long. Honestly.” I said, “Even better. I want your big cock’s DNA to splatter me, man. Go for it. Knock that pussy up.” He moaned and slid his entire cock into me. It was big. I mean, felt damn big. But he had been jabbing my ass pretty deep with his fingers, so he went balls deep on the first stroke and I groaned in pain and said, “Fuck, it hurts a little. Fuck!” This turned him on and made him punch his dick in deeper. I talked really dirty to him about that second ring, and that second ring predators were the worst breeding offenders because everyone know that second chamber was just sticky for seed. If babies are gonna happen, it’s gotta be in that place, that deep. The filthier I talked about pregnancy and breeding, his masculine power over me, this ultimate in surrender…he loved it. Fucked harder. Faster. Faster. He lasted almost five minutes, which impressed me. I thought he was gonna shoot right away. He said, “It’s gonna happen. Holy shit, it’s gonna happen.” I had nine-fat inches of thick thick cock pounding my hole, going deep. My cheerleading on getting importance of deep breeding inspired him. A few seconds later, he shouted, “Oh god…” Then he started bucking. He screamed. I started yelling, “RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW! IT’S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!” Every time he pumped my ass with his hips, I yelled it. I dunno. Seemed hot at the time, to acknowledge the very second, the very moment the sperm’s journey began. He pumped a huge nutload into me. And then he kept fucking me. Wouldn’t pull out. Didn’t want to pull out. I talked about his making it creamy, making it a frothy paste in there now, but I was on auto-pilot. As a guy who doesn’t get fucked all that often, and only bred a handful of time, it was incredible to lie there thinking, “I’m full of his seed. I’m full of this muscle guy’s seed. It’s flowing in me.” He finally crossed the line.

Last night, I met someone off bbrt for the first time ever. I was pretty nervous - first time taking loads from a stranger. He said he was neg as I am...but you guys know how this works. You say 'yes' to taking a load from a stranger, you're taking a load from a stranger. So...while I believed him, who knows? He came over after work. He looked just like his photos but different. In his photos, he was this his hot young buck, 28, tall, big dick, confident. In person he had a big brown dick, handsome, yes, but he was almost as hesitant as I was, almost shy. But when I started sucking his dick, he got less shy. He liked my mouth on his cock and started forcing it deeper. He fucked really gently, really lovingly. He worked my ass so expertly that when he finally embedded all 9 inches, I felt full and comfortable and right. I didn't realize how big his cock was until he withdrew it and I felt all of it slide through me. Incredible. I was on my back for the second load. He announced he was getting closer and I thought, 'holy shit, I'm taking a load from a total stranger.' Then he hunkered down and really drove that meat deeper, deep enough to make that cum shoot deep. I was shocked by it, really. Slowly, he stood out. We lay around talking for a half hour, until his cock got hard again and he put a second load in me. although this is "small potatoes" for some of you gents, I've never had two loads of cum in my ass at once, so it was kinda mindblowing...knowing he was fucking me while my ass was full of his sperm was a huge turn on to us both. I said, "You're impregnating me..." And he blew his second load.