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.