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Went out drinking Sunday night. Met up with my FTM buddy. Cute little blond dude. Brought him home and plowed that bonus hole for 90 minutes before breeding him deep. (The husband came home from the bar just as I was cumming. He added his load to the mix.) After all that pussy, I was feeling the need to reconnect with my roots: taking cocks and loads. Started at Super Hung Daddy’s house for a 9x6 plowing to open me up and get me lubed up with cum. After he railed me bent over his couch, I headed to Steam for more. Got fucked a few times and got a four-hand massage in the hangout area. No one announced their loads, but they were in there because it was hard to hold them in once I got home.

I had a small window of playtime yesterday. And I snuck out of work early. So I had a medium window of playtime. Rushed home. Prepped. And the hunt was on. I was lucky right out of the gate. A favorite fuck bud was online. I asked him about the Christmas party he had had to attend the previous night with his partner. He merely said that the last time we fucked was so hot. "Up for a repeat?" I asked. "On my way." (I love when it's that quick and easy. Two horny pigs. No drama). He's quite tall at 6'4. Lots of tattoos. And a beautiful cock. Just beautiful. He also wears adorably nerdy/trendy glasses. If you saw him on the street, you wouldn't think he'd tell you things like "I wanna pump my load into that raw hole." I like it doggy style, but that can wear out your muscles and knees pretty fast. So I take 3 couch cushions and stack them, then cover them with a blanket. It's the perfect height for ass-up anonymous doggy style. You can rest all your weight on it if needed or lift up a bit to bounce back on whatever cock is inside you. A makeshift fuck bench, if you will. Hung Hipster showed up within 10 minutes. Clothes came off. Fingers went in while he got hard. Cock went in. The guy can fuck. And last a while. Until I start squeezing my hole. Then he starts to moan. "You ready for my load." It didn’t really come out as a question. More like a declaration of insemination. Yes. Always. He shoots. Super sexy guy. Super nice guy. Super horn dog. I have quite a sex crush on him. Second guy was someone new. And a total surprise. An average height otter. Fur everywhere, nice dark beard. Sexy fucker. And he wanted me in socks and sneakers only. The pictures in the profile promised an above-average cock. The reality was bigger and thicker. My hole was in for quite a workout. I gave him a blowjob to start. By the end, The Otter Pig had grown bigger than my mouth can handle. Time to fuck. 20 minutes of slam fucking. I kept thinking, “Please cum. Please cum” and “Don’t ever stop. Don’t ever stop.” He told me he was ready to blow his load but that he was just enjoying edging his cock with my hole. All the way in. All the way out. 10 minutes later my hole was practically numb, but I managed to squeeze it tight and throw him over the edge. It was a deep, deep breeding. Last was The Neighbor. A great guy who lives 9 houses away. Always horny. Total top. Texted him that I had two loads in me. He arrived at my door four minutes later. Quick suck. Quick fuck. Load three. Had just enough time to pick up the house and make dinner before the husband arrived home.

I love when they apologize. It’s adorable.

I recently tagged along with my partner on a business trip to Philadelphia and had quite a bit of extra time to lay around the hotel room to watch crappy movies, order room service, and cruise Grindr. I got a message early in the morning from Phil, a bald, bearded, furry, lean guy. Definitely my type, not so much for my partner, but he’s pretty good about going with the flow. Phil and I exchanged the usual pleasantries and then the sexting began and the sharing of pictures. He was versatile and always played safe. My partner finished up with his meetings and we headed into the city to explore, eat, and drink. Once back at the hotel, I let Phil know we were ready for him. He arrived 20 minutes later looking quite sexy in tight jeans and cowboy boots. We shared a three-way kiss while shirts were unbuttoned and pants were pushed down to our ankles. But like most versatile men, Phil wanted cock in his hole. My partner and I rubbered up and took turns on his hole. I would have loved to have been in there raw since his hole had the perfect amount of tightness, open but with friction. I could have have fucked it for hours. No, literally. Since I was wrapped up, there’s no worry about cumming too fast. Phil started to grab at my ass, spreading my cheeks. He asked to fuck me. I unrolled a condom on his dick, spread some lube on my hole and worked it in. He had a 6-inch, normal-sized dick, so it was easy to sit down on it. I rode him for a bit before he asked for my partner to get back in his hole. So I pulled off for a second while my partner lifted Phil’s legs and slid in. Since Phil was on his back with my partner’s cock in his ass, I went to sit on his cock again. It was a tricky position, but we were desperate to make it work. I reached back and moved Phil’s cock to the entrance of my hole. The angle was a bit off so I had to force it a bit. That’s when I heard a strange sound. I don’t know if Phil or my partner heard it, but there was a muffled snapping sound. I was 90% sure the condom had split open right at the top. But maybe it didn’t. Maybe the snap was just the weird angle and the sudden force of pushing into my hole. Hmmmm. Do I check? Do I stop the action to replace the condom when I would have been happy to sit on his raw cock anyway? Of course not. Knowing the condom is most likely split, I ride Phil’s cock and squeeze my hole as tight as I can each time I sit on it. My secret hope is that my hole is pushing the broken condom to the base of his cock so that there’s nothing but skin on skin. It doesn’t take Phil long to announce he’s ready to blow his load. And I completely understand. The guy is getting pounded by my partner’s fat dick while I’m riding his now-raw cock. I say, “Do it, man.” He grunts and moans and unloads. This sends me over the edge and I cum all over his furry chest. My partner pulls out, removes the rubber, and adds his cum to Phil’s chest. When I lift myself off Phil’s dick, I reach around and remove his condom. The room is dark. I can’t tell if it’s broken or full of cum. I put it on the dresser with the other used ones. Once Phil is gone, my partner and I turn on the TV and chill for an hour. That’s when I feel it. That feeling that I need to release some pressure from my hole, but, if I do, something is coming out with it. That’s when I know. I had been bred. I went into the bathroom, pretending that I needed to pee, and fingered my hole. It was wet, but not too wet. I smelled my finger. Cum. Sweet, warm man-cum. This pig was happy. I slept with that load in there. Only I would know. Which, of course, made me completely horny again. The next morning, the whole load came out. All condoms should fail so wonderfully as this one had.