Bellerophon69

Some of my stories contain both; I understand about the "under 18" restriction, what about Beastiality and/or Incest?

10 minutes ago, CroftBro said:

I'll have to come in on the 3rd and look for that sexy cock.

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I probably won't "bee" there on the 3rd, my flight gets in at 1pm ish at DIA so that's a litle ways off from there; more like the 4th or 5th, but it'll be for the afternoon crowd (I'm visiting family so the evenings are spoken for). I'll be sticking my dong in any and every hole that puts up against the gloryhole, and I'm dying to suck the cum out of some hard drippy dicks!

I'm making a "beeline" to the West Colfax Pleasures Arcade when I buzz into town the 3rd of June! I've been going to that arcade (under various names) since 1979 when my DAD was a clerk there, and I LOVE a "remodel", it makes it so exciting and new. If only those walls could talk, I have dozens of stories about struff I did there!

My Cum is thick and cloudy white swimming in a lot of clear juice, and it used to spurt out in wet globs a foot from my pisshole. It doesn't squirt quite so far now that I'm almost 60, but the volume is still HUGE and it has kind of a sweet flavor that it didn't have 20 or more years ago! My 56 year old Brothers Cum was always very clear and salty to the taste when he was younger, and as of 4 years ago it still tasted the same. But instead of three or four big wet sprays of juice it now pumps out in gushes, like a pulsing river of wet sperm out of his cockhead. Last time I was at the Arcade Gloryholes this young guy (his pecker skin was so smooth) gave up super white thick blopps of goo almost like handcream as I beat him off through the hole, and at the bottom of the stall there was a spoobag full of yellow jizz that didn't look healthy; I'm glad I didn't go down on THAT guys  mushroom cap! I think I've sucked or jacked off over one hundred cocks (it's hard to tell what the original color of sperm was after it's up your ass!) and everyone's ejaculation is different, just like everyones dicks are different. I just hope I get to try and milk a hundred more before it's time to "close up shop"!

 It was in 1991, this co-worker knew I was Gay and wanted to screw me but I wasn't into him and I put him off for a year before I got drunk enough after a night at the bar with him and a couple of other co-workers. He wasn't anything to look at, kind of sloppy, not fat but not fit either, and very little charisma, not my type at all. We were riding the bus (RTD in Denver) from the bar late at night and he kept groping my crotch, finally I started groping back and discovered his cock was huge, I was tempted to pull it out on the spot and start sucking! Needless to say I didn't get off at my stop but rode the bus and went to his place, which was unkempt and drab, but I was so horny I didn't care. I've always liked gloryholes for that reason, it's anonymous and the person on the othet side of the hole could be ugly as sin and it wouldn't matter. Thankfully we didn't make much small talk, just smoked a little weed, got naked and started sucking on each others cocks. Turns out he's not into being on the bottom anally, fine with me, and as we got hotter he wants in my ass, and that's where I want that big dong to be!

 I hadn't fucked raw in years because of AIDS, so he gave me a Magnum condom and I used my mouth to roll it onto his big boner, but the only lube he had was Vaseline so I greased my ass and his dick up and he worked that throbbing pole into me doggy style. I'm pretty experienced since I've been fucked in the ass since I was 13, but it took a lot of work and relaxation to gobble him in me up to his nuts, I LOVE the feel of petroleum jelly so much better than water based, and as he slowly pulled and pushed himself past my anus and prostate i was in heaven and we really got the motion going. He was fucking me like a rabbit and I was dripping precum all over the carpet and my thighs and his nuts, my cock and balls were slapping all over and I didn't dare touch myself because I was already on the edge the whole time he was banging me. I noticed that it was feeling REALLY GOOD, but I wasn't sure why and at he time I didn't care, and when he said he was going to cum I reached down and pulled myself off to a super intense orgasm as I could feel him pulsing huge into my bowels as he pumped me furiously. He collapsed on top of me and I fell flat on the floor under him into a puddle of my own hot semen, and I could feel his heartbeat with my asshole.

 I reached back around and felt the base of his shaft and I could feel the rubber all pushed down around where his dick met his pelvis and he mutters, "Yeah, the rubber broke..." which kind of brought me around to reality, but neither of us moved; I figured the deal was done so I asked if he knew when it had broke and he said "yeah". "When?". "About halfway through..." which really pissed me off. If it had been when he was cumming or found out after I would have been cool, but he kept screwing me and didn't take a time out or nothing. I told him to get off me so the slob rolled off me onto the floor and I jumped up and went to the bathroom, pretty much sober by now. I took a dump and a ton of thin runny splooge poured out of me into the toilet and came out to see him passed out on the floor with the spoobag still bunched up around his deflated cock. I got dressed, told the asshole laters and walked the 20 blocks home to my house I was so pissed. I went straight to my bathroom and gave myself a Pepsi enema, figuring the acid would kill about anything. I was working AIDS hospice at my other job at the time, and in 1991 HIV was still a death sentence, so I was not only very familiar with the consequences but pissed at myself because I let the lazy fuck fuck me, and mad at him because he knew and we could have put another one on. He called the next day wanting me to come over, and I asked about him stealthing me (it wasn't called that at the time) and he said he knew he wasn't positive so he wasn't worried. He did have a girlfriend (I found out later) and I never came up HIV, although for about 6 months I was sweating it, at the time I was around a lot of dying friends and others, so it scared the shit out of me.

 I didn't let him fuck me again, and I was pretty cold to him at work although neither of us was out so we never let anyone else know about it; a couple years later I was tempted to tell his old lady, but I was over it by then. I suppose I really didn't need to blow up, since after my "mid-life crisis" in and after 1996 I very rarely used condoms and I was a terrible cumslut until 2007 (still negative); hell, guys would put on rubbers at the baths or the arcade and I'd pull them off or sometimes bite off the reservoir tip and let them fuck me, or if someone put a rubber on my cock I just wouldn't fuck them, or I'd pull it off and let them refuse or fuck my dick. Yeah, this story wasn't as sexy as the 1,000 others I have to tell, but this was my first "stealthing"; I suppose if you know the condom is torn or taken off and the dude is going to blow his wad in you, it isn't stealthing, is it? If so, it was probably my last stealthing and I hope so; if a guy's going to flood me with his DNA babymaker going off in me, I want to know so I can enjoy it! Here's a few Pecker Pics to make up for the bummer ending!