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I snuck into a dudes house once. He said his partner was asleep behind <he pointed> that door went I went in. We went in another room across from that. I bred his ass bareback and left him to crawl into bed with his bf while my babies were still looking for a home inside him. HOT.

I agree with 10/10, with the caveat that I am NOT a trained professional in any relevant fields, so I have the humility to not be adamant in my opinions.

Two of my happiest memories were sucking my cousin off . . .on different Christmas Eves. My mom’s side of the family - my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins -we’d all get together on Christmas Eve. That was my opportunity to see my cousin, who lived an hour from me. He is six months younger than I am. We first started fooling around at age 12. Seventh grade. One Christmas Eve after that, when we were 13 or 14, we snuck off from the house and all the food and presents. My grandfather had a shed, and a shed behind that, and a shed behind that one, and another way down behind that. My cuz and I went way down behind the far shed. Getting dark. We blew each other. Or maybe it was more like we swapped turns letting the other use one’s mouth hole to get off in. I remember messing up my ‘nice’ Christmas Eve clothes. Then some seven or eight years later, when I was home from college at the family Christmas Eve, my cuz and I planned to meet afterwords. After a family reunion the fact that I wanted to go hang out more with my cousin was not questioned! Late night on Christmas Eve, the streets were deserted. We drove down to an empty multi story parking lot downtown. We had a great time sitting in the car catching up. We traded blow jobs leaning over the bucket seats. I remember swallowing and how good it tasted. At age ~20, both of us were much more sexually sophisticated than we were in younger years! We’d fucked around on other Christmas Eves in between. We did every time we saw each other up to the age 23 or so when I monogamously coupled and ended fooling around with my cuz. Today he lives near where we grew up. Despite his long history of m/m sex (including for years with his step brother!) he, now married with kids and deep, deep, in the closet. We havent spoken (not by my choice) in years.

I love our people. Don’t get me wrong. There always seems to be one guy, standing there in the middle of things, talking WAY too loudly: “I am getting my ducts cleaned on Monday. I have allergies so I get it done once a year. They raised their prices this year, but since my sinuses hurt so badly . . . “ Or maybe worse, go up to people he knows wanting to chat like it was out in public. “Hey how is work? Did Karen in finance ever get that promotion after I left? I sure don’t miss working there, let me tell you.” Everyone running around naked, cruising for dick. It’s like a religious space, and in my opinion it deserves some respect not to kill the mood, spoil the scene, or ruin the atmosphere. Anyway, I’d say don’t be that guy. Not a rule. Just a request.

My #1 main man bought the Coleman camper so we could take it to the gay campground and leave it there to go up multiple times durning the summer. The first year was a blast. The last two were cancelled on account of covid. It sat at our old house exposed and unused, or covered. We moved it to the new house here with us two weeks ago. Here it has a shady spot by the driveway. Here it has real possibilities. Within days I had set up a 30yo bottom who came to the camper. He stripped, blindfolded himself, and he waited on the bed ass up for me. I went in, fucked him, came in him, thanked him, and was back out the camper door in ten minutes. HOT. I never saw his face. He never saw me. That very afternoon, my man set himself up to give a blowjob in the camper. As soon as he had blown the guy, one of the other prospects he’d been grooming texted and came right over. Two dicks in a row - he sucked off and swallowed. HOT. Good start with the camper. Then this Saturday I set up some real fun. My anon bottom from earlier wants a repeat. My regular (47yo) boy is coming to spend Saturday night, as he does at least every other weekend. I’ve been fucking my boy for 12 years. For at least ten of them, I have been trying to set up a bottom who I can fuck, then my boy can fuck. I have a big dick. My boy has a REALLY big dick. It’s never worked out, finding a bottom to take us in succession. I send the bottom a pic of us both (see attached, me on left). He is into it. Saturday at 9:30 our willing piece of ass cumdump comes to the trailer. We go out a few minutes after. He’s ass up on the bed, blindfolded, ass facing the door. He has a poppers rag. I turn him and get behind him on the bed. He gets to suck my boy’s dick while I’m fucking him. I spit on his crack and rub my hard cock up and down it. With my thumb I go to push some spit inside and find he’s pre-lubed. I am pushing my dick in him. So fucking tight. Too tight. I need to loosen this ass up or it’ll never accommodate my boy, I think to myself. Stroke. Stroke. I go right into fucking him. I slip out twice. So tight. I reach around him tight to pull him in, for maximum penetration, and to cum deep in him as I can when I do. I’m talking softly about what a dirty boy (the bottom) is liking dick so much. How he needs my cum deep if he’s ever going to take that big dick in his mouth. My boy said he almost came from the blowjob. I excited myself talking like that and soon I was FUCK FUCK blowing my load and then some. Yeah! Throb throb, pumping my babies into him. I slip out and turn the bottom so my boy now has access. That cummy asshole. Damn. My boy puts his dick there and pushes. Nothing happens. “I said he was tight” I chuckled. My boy pushed HARD and that fuck slab of his slipped right in that cum filled ass in one smooth go. FUCK. Fuck. Fuck Fuck. He is going at it. The bottom is moaning and sniffing poppers. I’m deep kissing my boy while he’s fucking. I slip my finger between his cheeks to find his pucker hoping to slip something in. It’s dry. I turn to find lube and UNF UNF UNF the boy is shooting his load deep in the anon bottom boy’s ass. Fuck yes. This worked perfectly. His dick slipped out. Anon bottom boy jumps up still blindfolded saying “Thank you daddy for making that happen,” and obviously looking for a kiss. What a hottie. I hold him by his little black beard and kiss him deeply. Grrr. My boy and I did a quick wipe. Left the bottom a towel. Said “later man thanks,” and we were out the door maybe 15-20 minutes after we came in. Hot. He never saw us. Dirty boy took two strangers’ loads. The bottom boy has contacted me twice since Saturday. And I do not know what that fuck I am going to do with him next time!!! At some point I want him in my bed where I can have sex with him a lot more fully. But anon is so awesome, and impossible to get back once it’s lost. Suggestions?

I repeated this post from earlier, sorry. I got inspired some years back to do gunge, and I like the idea of sticky. So I bought three huge things of honey from Costco, with designs to play with it in my steamroom at home. I got my ‘boy’ (who is still my ‘boy’ ten years later), and we got in the steamroom and slathered ourselves head to toe with honey. HOT. Sticky. Slippery. Decadent. A good time was had. I came where I always do, inside his honey-lubed asshole. It was easy to wash off and a lot of fun. Here’s the thing though. (There’s always a thing!) Playing like we did - honey top to bottom, everywhere, and then some -we used like a CUP, maybe a cup and a half!! I had SO MUCH honey I’d bought for this! Three HUGE containers!! Hahaha. I’d still have that lifetime supply, but we moved and I had to get rid of it.

This adorable 20 year old cub . . . not usually my type but he messaged when I was on Sniffies exploring who is in my new neighborhood. He lives a few blocks away, way out here in the ex-burbs where a few miles away is considered close by, so that is really close. I first met him awhile back during my renovations. Responding to his profile turn ons, I choked him with my dick after warning him I would not cum that way. He was turned on though, and I started sucking him. In like a minute he said he was close and do I swallow? I said yes, and did. He said it was further than he’d been with a dude. I assumed it was a fun one time, but that’d be that. He IS 20 I am 58. But he writes back and keeps in touch. I moved in - finally - last week. Today he says is his last chance to meet up again before going back to college. And an hour later, there he is, all awkward in the bedroom. We strip. I dive on his cock. Hey if he wants to feed me another load, I am AOK with that. He’s got a perfect slightly larger than average cut dick. I focus on the head and then treat his balls to a tongue bath. I mean treat myself. His balls smelled crazy manly. My beard still smells like them. Before long, he’s precumming like crazy. He says he could cum like that and asks about me messaging earlier how I’d like to lick his ass and see if it makes him want dick. YES. Get on the bed, I direct him. Lie back. I get back to work on his dick and hawk a wad of precum and spit in my hand to lubricate his hole. Hairy legs. Hairy Ass. I like men, not boys, so I REaLLY like this. I put my hands behind his knees and lift his legs up, exposing his dick, balls, and asshole. Then me (who does not eat ass regularly at all) then there I am slathering my tongue up and down his balls and taint, lapping up his precum on the upside, then heading lower lower on his perfect virgin hairy hole. Sticking my tongue in. I am going to find out just what I wrote to him . . . if I stick my tongue in his boyhole, will it make him want dick? I pull back to look, and that hole was GAPING. How could I not rub my dick up and down it? How could I not spread my precum all over it? How could I not eat it back off, which I did? Back to rubbing my hard dick up and down his crack, holding his legs up and out He says I can try to put it in. Big mushroom head is the worst part, getting it in. It pops thru. He says ouch. I take it out and keep going with what I was working on. “Try again?”he asked. So I did. Nothing but spit and precum. I slide my long dick naked inside him. SO HARD not to start stroking in and out right away. He asked how much he’d taken. I said most of it (at about 2/3’s) and pushed the rest in as far as I could get. His eyes open wide . Love that. I am all the way hilted. I tell him it’s a lot of dick He says it’s his first time. FUCK. So I’m slowly taking it out and then pushing back in I WANT TO FUCK THIS ASS SO BAD and I grab his dick to distract him. Stroking him off in time with my strokes in and out . . . I am in heaven. This is way more than I’d expected to happen. He’s says “I am going to cum like that.” Ah my duty to the first time fucked. I get more precise with both strokes. “Cum for me”, I ordered. I want to fuck the cum out of him. I want that feeling of a dick hitting his prostate to make a lasting impression. He erupts. Cum all over. HOT He forgot to take off his shirt, and now it’s cum-splattered and smelling stupid horny. I pull out and sit back. “You don’t have to stop “ he says. I am like really? Really? R . .e . .a . .l . .l . . y? My dick is there back at his hole smearing it with my now continuous precum and sliding all the way back in. I’m holding this cub by his ankles, looking down at his cum covered shirt and hairy ass taking me inside him. Damn, I love fucking men who have already cum. My head’s spinning enjoying every stroke and wondering if I can cum fast him being virgin and all. “I am sorry, but I may have to tap out,” he says. I right there at the cusp! the edge! Imma gonna! Imma gonna! “You can take a few more strokes,’ I say, keeping going until about five strokes in, he says I can cum in him causing me to ERUPT holding my dick still hoping he can feel it pulse, wanting him to feel my seed being pumped into him. I usually contract a dozen times. My mind is blown. This is not how I expected this to turn out. wow We get up. Wipe off. I get him a water from the kitchen to let him do what he needs to. He doesn’t seem to want to leave so fast though. “Oh hang out awhile,” I suggest. So we get back and bed, my arms around him, and spend a good 45 minutes just talking. What a cutie. I sent him packing with my babies looking for a home inside him. Better than that though is he DEFINITELY likes getting fucked. It was his first. Will NOT be his last!

I have written a number of pieces on here about my encounters with ‘straight’ married men. I am seeking out bottoms to fuck, so my experiences have been very different than gays offering their holes up to straight dudes. I’ve fucked a lot of ‘straight’ married dudes in the past 3 years. Over a dozen. I have a married-to-a-woman guy coming over tomorrow morning to get his ass bred. Thing is this . . .I have a theory based on my many many encounters with dudes married to women. Now that I’ve noticed it, I finding it’s true more and more, and I might swear off married straight types. Why? BECAUSE TO THEM, BEING A PASSIVE DICK TAKER LETS THEM BE THE “WOMAN”. They act coquettish. They act entitled. They act like they want to be courted. They act like they can do no wrong. They act like it’s the top’s job to get them warmed up for sex, and then do the work getting THEM off in return for them giving up their holes. In other words, they act like the women in their lives have treated them. Now it is their turn to be pampered, indulged, waited on, adored - in return for sex. Poor slobs. As a youth, a big part of what made me realize I am gay was zero desire to be with a woman because of the behavior dynamic. In my opinion, today in many hetero relationships, the man is downright abused by the woman. At 58, many of my peer aged men are living in marriages where their wives either control sex like it’s a leash or have sworn off sex entirely. And now that I have noticed it, it’s very apparent that for many of the straight married men I fuck, it’s like they want a turn being the ‘woman’ after indulging the women in their lives for 25-30 years. The dude coming over tomorrow has texted me five times this week for reassurance. I’d love you all’s thoughts on this. The more I notice, the more convinced I am as to how common this syndrome is. So common, I am close to swearing off straight married types altogether. Ugh, I love men, and not just for having dicks.

Yesterday my man whored ME out. First time. He set up an appointment for me to fuck an old fuckbuddy of his. So I show up at the guy’s motel room door at 9:15 in the morning never having chatted with him at all. He’s a cute older polar bear with a snow white handlebar mustache. He’s all into sucking my dick right away, but the negotiation was that I was there to fuck. The dude’s hole was ready to go with a few gobs of my spit. I get him on his back, his feet on my shoulders, and I am pressing my dick in raw. He says get it all the way in and hold it there. I’m thinking he needs time. No, he clenches and squeezes my dick with his ass like he’s milking it. FUCK nice! I know it won’t take long to breed this hole, and I start sliding in and out. FUCK yes nothing but spit and. . . He says, “Hey don’t cum in me.” NOW?! NOW?! NOW?! He says this?? I am stroking in and out. Precum and spit for lube. I tell him I am negative. He says yeah but please don’t . . . I told him I’d been fantasizing about putting two loads in him. He’s like ‘please don’t’. Now my man knows this dude because this ‘bi/married’ guy regularly travels to the area and hosts whatever trouble he can stir up in his hotel room. Sometimes it’s orgies. So I ask him . . .hey I was sort of fantasizing you having some other loads in you, you sure that’s not cum in there making your ass so fuckable? You didn’t get fucked last night? He’s like ‘no’. I am ready to bust. My mind is racing with - should I just cum? - could I cum and keep going and pretend I didn’t/can’t? And how far can I take it to the edge? Normally I can’t talk when I’m fucking, but this matter-of-fact conversation we were having had me swollen up hard and ready. I started to blow my load. Whipped it out. Most went on his chest. He thanked me. I split.

As a top, I have learned about myself that when I am in the heat of the moment, my speech center shuts down. Literally, it’s like some wires get crossed in my brain and my ability to speak or process words becomes impaired. I would love to give a bottom a mouthful of verbal mid-fuck, but I can’t. The most I can muster, and I do it every fuck is to say “I am going to cum”. I mean that SHOULD be everyone’s main event and goal, so I consider it my duty to announce it. The odd thing is I say this when I know I am on the road to cumming, not when I am actually about to cum. Personally, I hit this point where I know it’s going to happen. I announce it both as a courtesy I guess, but tbh also as a warning implying ‘what I am doing now is really working for me so don’t fuck it up!’ My speech processing impairment during sex is true for the bottom speaking too. A bottom moaning - all good! A bottom prattling on and on? Blah blah blah. Processing the words is distracting for me. I just can’t. I have too many better things going on in my head. This is just one reason I like spit-roasting bottoms. Bottom can’t talk with a mouthful of dick! To be fair too - for me as the top I am doing at least 75% of the work, usually more. Huffing. Puffing. Getting athletic. Getting into the right headspace to make cumming happen. Keeping my dick erect! All while paying a fair degree of attention the the bottom’s experience. Expecting a an extemporaneous and entertaining verbal play by play from the top too is TOO DEMANDING.

my rule is: ”Travel time for sex should not be longer than the actual sex will take.” I’ve done my share of travel to and wasting time on flake hookups. So I came up with this rule. It applies to both parties. Longer travel = more built up expectations = more pressure for the sex to meet those expectations = more chance the sex will not measure up to the travel investment, and seem disappointing. This is a practical reality. This rule has worked REALLY well for me. Every rule has exceptions, I know. I’ll still drive a half an hour each way to put my load in an anonymous cum dump bottom. The quickness of that sex is part of the hotness. The cool thing about the NYC to Massachusetts weekend of sex idea is it totally obeys the rule. What’s a few hours travel in hopes of a whole weekend of fucking? However, I’d have a backup plan for an alternate sex weekend should things not work out with the host.

my favorite part is where it slips out at the end. you cant fake a semi hard deflating dick which has just cum. hot that fucker just came deep inside.

Having a large shower I decided once to try honey for gunge play. I bought two of the largest containers I could find. It was fun. A few times got my boy naked and we completely slathered ourselves in honey and then fucked. Sticky. Sweet. I’d do it again. But here’s what I learned . . . covering both of us head to toe took about a half cup of honey! It goes a long way. And here I’d bought a lifetime supply, it turned out!!! I also gifted a friend once with four big bottles of jlube powder (which also goes a long way) because we talked about filling a baby pool with jlube at one of his events. I moved away, and never got to try it. Once at my old farm during a warm fall rain, I went out in some construction-related mud, got naked, covered myself in it, and masturbated. I NEED TO DO MORE OF THAT, especially with bb fucking involved!

I have a friend who used to be the on-site manager of a small residential building on a side street in Waikiki. He made a hobby of ‘sweeping the sidewalk’. That is, he’d go out and sweep the sidewalk, very leisurely. When a guy alone walked past, he’d sort of whisper/say, “Hey, want an blowjob?” Waikiki is full of tourists. It is easy to imagine how many men . . . stuck in a small hotel room with a woman or family . . . out for a walk . . .open to adventure. He had a great success rate. A lot of dudes would take him up on it and run into his place long enough to get sucked off. His whisper/suggest technique made it easy for uninterested dudes to just keep walking and pretend they had not heard a thing. I loved to suck tourist dick at the booth store when I lived in Honolulu, but this guy’s technique snagging tourists who would shoot hot loads of cum in his belly then go back to their family vacations . . . SO HOT.

Great story. I’ve seen under stall fuck videos, and having a story to go with makes it even better to fantasize. I love cheating, married, ‘straight’ men, too, if you read my posts . . . . I am not sure I believe the author is an 18y.o. from Dallas though. So to the British writer . . . Americans never never never never ever use the word ‘whilst’. Never. Not even British accent wannabes use that word. ‘Whilst’. Dead giveaway. An American would write: “I slowly started sucking on it while occasionally . . .” The other give away British-ism is the use of the word “lounge.” In the USA, we have ‘waiting lounges’ and ‘bar/lounges.’. No one has a lounge in their home. Living rooms, dens, yes. Never, ever a “lounge”. The last sentence where the writer is at home but waiting in the lounge literally doesn’t make sense in American English. Like did his family go out again? Love your story! The kid poking his head in the bathroom looking for dad is so perfect. My writing skills are no match for yours. One of my biggest bucket list fantasies is to have a fuck holiday in the UK. The first time I cheated on my now ex spouse of 33 years was in Mortonhampstead in Devon, in 1990. Please accept my critical comments as only meant with good intentions.

When I was a kid, I loved stuffed animals. A big brown dog I had developed a convenient butt hole, which was one of my main masturbation tools all the way from third grade to high school. I’d fuck the stuffed dog and rearrange its ‘guts’ (ie stuffing) when the hole got too crusty. I have never fucked a dude in a fursuit, and -damn- it is on my bucket list!

My man told me about this dream he had. He woke up dreaming he was fucking me. In two+ years, he’s had his dick in me once. It was in a four way . . . everyone was swapping. Other than that I fuck HIM. . . as often as I can. Usually that is every other day, by my own choice. I’m big. He’s 63. I can fuck hard and rough and often long and/or repeatedly. I worry every other day is too often. When we first met, erections were hard to come by for him. Although he was usually a blowjob top, he was open to other ways to play. He’s poz. I am not. Prep is what allowed me to bare fuck and breed him on our first ‘date’. He is six years older than me, and damn! is he sexy! Crix belly. His ass looks the same as it did when he was a 25 yo Russian River bartending hottie, I believe. He has 30+ tattoos. Anyway, what we do together we do together well. We also share our deep, spiritual belief that GAY SEX IS DIVINE. I mean really a higher plane, not in a Bette Midler sort-of-way. We are sluts. We go to orgy parties. We go to gay campgrounds. Did. I mean we did. Until covid. Thank dog we have each other. Every other day. Still - we both have been going squirrelly from the lack of other men. I’ve asked myself why I am taking the prep every day? Me top. Him undetectable. And I have gotten very careless about taking it. Maybe I skip a few days. A “few”. Oops. Because he told told me about his dream. HOT idea, him fucking and breeding ME. I tell him YES anytime . . . let me know so I can clean. Haha yeah, sure. And days past and it’s forgotten. Except then like a week later. It’s still lockdown around here. We are still distancing. And I overindulge quarantine style . . . a little too much alcohol . . .a little too much cannabis tincture . . .and I am passed out in bed. I wake up groggy as fuck. I wake up in a face down dream. It’s wonderful. Breath on my neck. Weight holding me down. And I am getting fucked. I have not fantasized getting fucked in SO long! And I am dreaming of the feelings . . . the fullness of a dick inside me . . .the nastiness of lube and precum squishing. Me pushing my ass back towards it. Me squirming around because it feels good in every direction and at every angle. FUCK nice. Something about the effort to push back on his dick makes me realize I am actually doing this. I AM flexing my ass. Wait? What? Am I dreaming? I realize I am not but it is such a wonderful dream I am tempted to drift back off without thinking too hard. My head is in this sleepy miasma of fantasy . . .am I at a bathhouse? . . . a Craigslist style anonymous stranger? . . .getting a hot load . . . DAMN this is fun I think to myself . . .but his FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK starting to speed up makes me aware a little so I push back giving him whatever access he wants and before I know it theres that PULSE PULSE PULSE shooting his cum in my ass. I love cum in the ass so much, usually from the other side- -giving my loads. AMAZING My man came in me, and it wasn’t even really even “on the menu”. That dick of his used to have problems getting hard when we first met . . .and he just came ROCKETS in my ass! I have never taken POZ cum. FUCK yes! Then I realized. I am not telling him. I haven’t had prep in over a week. Ten days maybe. He just shot a poz load deep in my almost-virgin-again ass. Sure he is UD, but what if not? What if that load has stored up all his potency, and all of that went deep inside me? It’s burning in me. In a good way. If I get sick in ten days, I will have to tell him the truth so he doesn’t think it is the COVID.

I can tell you what NOT to do . . . at sex parties etc. with casual fucking it amazes how often I’ll slide into a bottom only to have him IMMEDIATELY start demanding ‘BREED ME BREED ME’. I am not into that. It takes time to fuck. Not even three minutes in . . . “are you going to breed me?” UGH. The immediate pressure to cum cum cum has the opposite effect! And I hate having orders barked at me. In fact I find lately if I am having trouble cumming it helps to try NOT to!

Yesterday morning I came in my man’s mouth for the first time. I like to fuck. I like to breed. Insemination gets me off. Oral usually does not. I just don’t fantasize getting blown to cumpletion. But on a sleepy Sunday morning in bed he went down under the covers and started sucking my dick. I regretted that the night before I’d jacked off in bed with him snoozing next to me. But then I started thinking how he used to live in this conservative suburban development, and how straight men in the ‘hood would seek him out. Frustrated by their frigid wives, they looked to the only gay dude they knew. He gave a lot of DL blowjobs, some in their cars. The idea, these frustrated married dudes getting off in his mouth . . . . . and the idea of him so cock and cum hungry sucking them off . . . . Then I got to thinking how he is in his 60’s and poz since the early 90’s - well he’s been a lifelong slut - and I got to thinking about all the dicks that he’s sucked, and all the cum he’s swallowed. I love my dirty [banned word] homo man sucking on my dick with a hunger for cum. Surprised me, before I knew it, I was “I’mma gonna, I’mma gonna”. Spurt after spurt blew into his mouth. Two years. Idk how many loads in his ass. My first in his mouth. Damn, I have sucked my share of cocks, and I KNOW that mind blowing experience of having a dick start swelling, start juicing, start getting harder and then pulse pulse pulse semen in your mouth. He was so proud and happy. Damn I love men who love dick. Damn, I love men who need cum. I kissed his bearded face hard, sharing what load was left in his mouth. Technically, this wasn’t my last load. Last night he was tired and a little drunk at bed time. He joked he hoped no one raped his ass in that condition. Idid just that. I left a load deep in his ass. And as he snoozed after, I stroked out another load because I was so fucking horny from a very fun Sunday.

About two years ago, my (now ex) husband and I had a dude over one Sunday morning. He was ~ 50 and in PERFECT condition. Do you know the type I mean? Sometimes there are older ‘straight’ guys who seem like a classic car which has always been garaged. That is, they are perfectly well kept, but hardly used at all. I see guys like this every so often, and consider it a ‘type’ . . . a married dude in great shape but for no one but his wife, and as years pass that lack of use really seems really apparent (to me at least). Still fresh. Still naive. So wasted. Anyway this dude comes over one Sunday morning because ”that’s when my wife is at church, and I can get away.” And he’s in amazing shape. I fuck his ass. Cum there. My husband fucks his full-of-my-cum ass and cums there too. FUCK YES dirty bottom two raw loads in him! Me (without my now ex) would have fucked him again. HOT HOT HOT cum loving married dude cheating on his wife while she is at church!!! The kicker? (My stories often have a punch line) After we’ve fucked he points at me and my husband in succession. . . . ”Four . . .Five” he says. We’re both like “?” He says “You are the fourth and fifth guys to ever fuck me.” !!!!!!!!!!!!And we’d both just shot our raw cum in his ‘straight’ married ass!!!!! Cheating on his wife while she prayed at church. GOD yes.

Why do I get these doe-eyed innocent married guys? One of my last hook ups before the covid was a ~30 yo dude who’s been wanting to come over and fuck around literally years. He wants ‘safe’. I’ve always said no, I am into bare. He says great how about bj’s? I say no, I do not cum that way. For me, sucking leads to fucking. So we never got together. He’s asked many times. Said he lives with his family. I think I live close to him out here in the ex-burbs, and must be his easiest, closest opportunity. I’ve always been matter-of-fact. No, I like bb. Until it works out he says he HAS to come over one evening just after dark. Big dude. He’s in my bedroom pants down, bent over, ass out. He’s got my bf’s ud poz dick in his mouth like he’s starving for dick. I LOVE a dick filled, distracted bottom, so I am in him raw in no time (despite his lack of proper preparation) stroking my big dick in and out of his hairy bear ass. And yeah, pretty soon I am cumming there hard and deep . . .putting my d.n.a. deep in his guts before he changes his mind. . . FUCK yes it makes him another one of my ‘boys’ with all my swimmers looking for a home inside him. He blows his load with barely a stroke, he is so worked up. Nice. Zipping it all up, he says something about his wife and kids, which he’d never mentioned before! When he said he lived with his family, idk why I thought something different, but I did. Wife? I just blew my load in his ass! He never asked/negotiated/ anything about my bf’s status. So horny he was! Love it. But here’s the kicker- he writes me wanting to get together again saying HE HAS NEVER BEEN FUCKED ON HIS BACK, so he is hoping I will put him on his back and fuck him like that! So big cubby bear boy is not only married . . . like-will-die-if-he-gets-caught married, but also pretty damn inexperienced. I really get boned thinking of putting my big, raw cock back in him while I watch him squirm taking dick like that the first time. And he’s had at least one load (mine) so I expect he’ll be wanting more more more cum in him. Cheating on his wife!

I wish you lived next door to me. I’d give you at least a load a day, if not two.

I will never forget the image of the first time I saw a condom on the ground used, and I knew why. I must have been 12. It was by some parking in the dirt. The fact that a guy’s dick had been in it, and had cum there got me so excited. I masturbated and masturbated thinking of him fucking some chick in his car, and then throwing it out the window.

ah too bad you’re not here in Virginia. you know how to have fun

what a place to stop. great writing man, thanks