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11 days. Woke up sick as a dog, bed drenched.

Crabs. I was 40 years old and had no idea what was causing the itch. The doctor couldn't believe that a gay man of 40 had never had them before. I didn't realize I was gay until 30, and even then very slow to become the promiscuous cum dump I've developed into.

Great story ... especially for your first!

Since I was headed into the city for a pot luck I decided to go early and stop at an adult video shop with viewing booths that have huge glory holes between them. Having rented a good looking bb video I found a booth and booted the video as I stripped naked. I left the door open with my back to it. I had one goal ... getting bred. I soon noticed a younger black man through the left side glory hole. His face at the hole, his lips making a sucking motion. I decided to offer him my already hard cock. He had amazing sucking action and I quickly realized he'd bring me over the edge if I wasn't careful. I pulled out of his mouth and offered my ass to his semi hard fuck stick. He teased my hairy hole with it and soon was sliding his raw average thick six inches into my hungry hole. I was delighted, barely ten minutes and I already had a strangers raw cock pumping away in me. Disappointment ensued when he soon pulled out and tapped off. It wasn't long 'til I was sucking on a nice dark thick cock through the opposite glory hole, but he fled when I turned and offered my ass. A few guys passed, but no one took up my open door, naked ass invitation. After a bit the young black guy was back. For the next fifteen minutes we played a game with his incredible mouth and suction edging the head of my cock. He kept me so close that I rarely allowed him to take my hole 8 inches in. Eventually he offered me his ass. No other action was happening so I finger fucked him. When I got tired of this we went back to the game of me very tentatively offering my cock to his very gifted mouth. I once again offered my ass. He made a half hearted attempt but really wasn't getting hard. Quickly he tapped off again. A short while later he returned and his oral ministrations and my edging game resumed. Then it happened. I didn't withdraw soon enough and he watched enthusiastically as I tried to hold off ... but cum was dribbling out of my piss slot. I was able to hold off from a full on ejaculation but realized he had won the game. I told him I wanted his ass. He slid most of his body through the glory hole and lay across the chair seat in front of me. I straddled his prone body and directed my hardon to his winking hole. I knew I wouldn't last long but still tried to hold off when I entered him. My success was limited and I fairly quickly gave in and blasted into his guts. After so much edging the release was very satisfying. When I pulled out he revers slid his body back through the glory hole and slid the door closed. I felt like it wouldn't take much effort to cum again, but there being little to no action I checked the time and found it was time to leave anyway. I was sorry I lost the game leaving without a load in my ass, but satisfied I'd stayed in the moment, enjoyed a fun game ... even if I lost, and content to have had a satisfying ejaculation release. My mind and ass may have left disappointed, but my body left feeling relieved of stress.

Great start ... thanks

Can't wait ... Great story!

Great start!

Ditto ... but getting my ass inseminated as often as possible ... now that's heaven. Great video. Thanks for sharing!

I know these themes well - A) I don't have much opportunity, I can save money and skip PerP (PreP came to late for me, but I'm sure if it hadn't I would fall into this trap.) B) Do I submit or flee? I find even though there are powerful reasons to flee I know I'd rather submit, especially if there's a chance to get a load up my ass!💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦 C) I lust for ☣️☣️☣️💦💦💦💦💦💦💦 painting my guts, even when my logical mind can think of 1000 reasons against it. Although poz now for over twenty years ... there are no reasons against!

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Seven sucked in the last two days.

I broke my pelvis in a cycling accident Mid-July. I just received my first breeding since then in a guys basement sex room. I was in his sling when he came deep inside me, 8' cock. I loved watching the contortions of his face as he approached and then went over the top with orgasm. He gives all of himself when he fucks and had to sit down to catch his bearings when he finally pulled out. Later he pushed the load in deeper as he doggie fucked me on his fuck bench.

Over the next couple of weeks, I spent all my time at the cruising woods, visiting ‘the adult bookstore, or at a couple of gay bath houses. I was falling into bed every night exhausted but happy. Usually, I had 5 to ten loads in my ass. School had been tossed to the wayside and I was falling behind in my rent. I shared my money woes with my buddy from the fire hall who regularly spotted for me when I lifted weights and had given me such a good time in his ‘play den.’ I wondered what he had meant when he said I’d found my calling. He looked around the firehall and in a quiet voice invited me to buy him a beer after our shift. We went to the closest hole in the wall bar and took a secluded booth. After I ordered a pitcher of draft, he confided in me that he has a gambling problem. He owes a big sum of money and pays his sizable loan by selling his ass. Sometimes there are more clients than he can accommodate in a week. He could offer the overflow to me. “You’re suggesting my calling is sex work?” I was gob smacked. “You love sex as much or more than I do. You give your ass to any willing cock. As a bareback gay escort, you can make incredible money.” He reasoned. “Fuck man. I don’t know. Thanks for the suggestion, but it weirds me out for some reason.” We left it at that. A few days later I was kicking a hookup trick out the door when my cell range. It was my firehall buddy calling to let me know he had an out-of-town client that he didn’t have time to accommodate. He offered me the job which I at first declined. That was until he told me the client was willing to pay five hundred dollars. I changed my mind and got the hotel and room number. I quickly showered and dithered over what to wear and settled on a very preppy look. When I got to the room a handsome 60ish looking guy answered the door wearing dress slacks, white shirt and tie. I was ushered in and offered a scotch on the rocks. He poured more than two fingers worth. I suspect he was reading how nervous I was. I sat on a couch and he in a facing chair. He made small talk as I began to relax as the booze found it’s way into my veins. He eventually asked me to come closer telling me I was very attractive, and he wanted a better look. I stood and moved over to his chair. As I did so I moved fingers to the top button of my shirt. He read the question in my eyes and nodded his approval. I seductively released button after button and pulled the shirt tails out of my khakis. His eyes never left me and when I reached for my belt buckle, he once again nodded. I continued the strip tease until I was standing in nothing but my tight preppy briefs. He reached out to touch my pouch. I began to harden, and he smiled. I hooked my thumbs over the front elastic, and he moaned; “Oh yeah!” I lowered my briefs, and my hard cock popped out slapping my belly. I stepped closer and he took my cock in his mouth. As he worked my cock, I wondered what I had been anxious about. Then his fingers started probing for my hole. When he found it and penetrated, I knew this indeed could be my calling. “Mmmmm, already lubbed.” He moved the finger to his nose and then into his mouth. “And I see I’m not your first tonight.” His mood changed in a snap, and I was forced across the room and bent over the couch. He held me down forcefully as he unbuckled and freed his medium sized dock. It was immediately forced into my ass. A violent rape fuck followed. I was too shocked to protest. It wasn’t long and he was pounding rope after rope of his cum into me. When he was done he ripped himself out of me, pulled the money out of his wallet and threw it at me. “If he ever sends you to me again, be sure you don’t come preloaded. You’ll notice I’ve withheld $200.” I was then grabbed by the arm and tossed naked into the hall; my clothes soon followed. I was too embarrassed to tell my buddy my mistake. Two nights later he called me with a similar deal. Even though I’d been bred three times earlier in the day I said sure. My shower included a good cleaning out this time. The hotel encounter went much the same. As this guy's finger entered my ass he expressed his disappointment in the kind of lube. “I suppose you will want me to wear a condom.” He complained. I assured him I was ok with taking his raw cock. “Then have a seat he encouraged.” I straddled him and lowered myself onto his adequate endowment. I fucked myself on his rod until my legs got tired. We repositioned and he took me doggy style. It was not long ‘til he was exploding inside me. He took time to go soft inside me before pulling out and offering me another drink. We chatted for a while until I noticed he was getting hard again. “Do you want to do me again, with cum as lube this time.” I offered. “You going to charge me double?” he smirked. “Just sorry to have disappointed you, this one’s on the house.” I laughed He had pumped two more loads into me before I left with three loads and a two-hundred-dollar tip. I stopped at the closest gay bar. Bought shots for the house to celebrate my windfall and a truple of gym bunnies took me home. They promised me they always play safe with strangers before requesting they break their pattern with my humpy ass. I put up some false resistance, but I think they knew my deal all along. I was fucked and bred until the break of day.

I've hooked up with three. 2 with a couple repeat performances. Both poz undetectable. Hot times

I was numb for the next three days. I scratched together enough funds from my dwindling student loan to rent a cabin on the edge of a secluded lake. I limited my alcohol consumption to a bottle of red wine per day. I cooked good meals for myself. I hiked, did stretches and skinny dipped. I totally surprised myself and spent a significant amount of this alone time reading. I ripped through ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance’. I jerked off to the amazing erotica gay novel Totem, about a young guy that services the men that don’t want to use the women in a turn of the century brothel. I deeply related to the promiscuity of this lead character and was jealous of his opportunities to be fucked and bred freely long before the AIDS pandemic. I would have done far better in school if I’d been free to write a book report on a novel like that. And I skimmed through ‘The Joy of Gay Sex’. Of course, I spent a lot of time lusting over the erotic sketches. After the third day the numbness started to melt from my body and mind. A Zen attitude of calm acceptance and ‘observing the observer’ as they say settled more deeply into my bones. When I got home, I went into my volunteer shift at the fire hall. Things were very quiet that evening, no calls. Most of the guys were either doing maintenance chores on the trucks and hoses or working out in the well stocked gym. I folded some hoses, stored them away safely and then found myself lifting weights in the gym. The fire fighter I lusted after most came along and offered to spot me. I could feel every cell of my body warm as I gazed up at this handsome silver fox daddy. He was in workout shorts that emphasized his well muscled thighs, and a low-cut muscle t that showed off his densely haired muscular chest, bared his rugged shoulders and his well-developed arms. He was my dream fuck and I was afraid of sprouting a boner every time I saw him. With him standing over my head I was losing the battle with my chub. As we worked out, he warmly started our chat. He cut right to the point letting me know he was impressed with the change in me. I thought I knew what he was talking about but asked him to ‘say more please.’ He wondered what I had done to be so much calmer and appear more self confident. I told him about the ‘time out’ I had just given myself. He was full of questions about where I’d gone and what I had done to make the time useful. I told him about reading ‘Zen and the Art …’ and he shared how much he had enjoyed that book. How it had helped him clarify own and accept his own unique value system. Then he asked if I’d read anything else. I was relieved when he didn’t know the novel, Totem. I didn’t mention ‘The Joy of Gay Sex.’ That’s when he dropped what felt like a bomb to me. He freely shared that he had just read the underground diary of a ‘Gay Escort’. He had loved it and felt deeply affirmed! “So, you are gay?” I bluntly asked. “You hadn’t guessed?” He seemed genuinely baffled. “Well, I might have hoped.” I confessed. “So, are you expecting me to believe you didn’t take any gay porn magazines to this secluded cottage, or have an adventure or three on you hikes?” “How I wish.” I began confessing morefully. I opened up about the erotic nature of the novel I had read and I told him about ‘The Joy of Gay Sex.’ He let me know this was one of his favorite coffee table books along with an Andy Warhall collection of erotic gay photos. I blurted all about the breakup with Fred which spurred my time out. He listened so well I told him everything. The fire hall calendar shoot. I reminded him I was part of 'The Full Monty'. I even confessed about the extra curricular photo shoot that led to me loosing my virginity. I wasn't going to let on about getting bred that first time. But he asked if it had been safe sex. I couldn't lie to him and he showed no judgement or surprise. He did pry and ask how many guys had fucked me. I confessed I'd lost track, but admitted to quite a few. Had they all bred me? My 'yes' was a combination of hesitation and boast. “Do you want to come by after our shift and have a look at my coffee table books ?” He asked “Honestly? I could do that?” my boner was very obvious. “By the look of that tent we may do more than look at coffee table books.” He grinned. Our shift flew by, and I was soon following him to his place. “Do you drink?” He asked as I settled in at the coffeetable. “How about a cranberry, vodka martini?” “Sounds great!” I responded enthusiastically. After the second martini he put his powerful hand on my thigh and asked if I wanted to see his ‘playroom.’ I gulped and he took my hand saying; “I’ll take that as a yes.” I was led into the basement. The first room was a well-equipped home gym. We passed through this and a heavy door into an amazing sex dungeon. I’d read about these and seen pictures, but had never been inon.e. My skin crawled with lust and my ass felt a magnetic attraction to the St. Andrew’s cross and fuck bench. That was until I saw the sling in the farthest corner. ‘Holy fuck’ I though, ‘This is amazing!’ I blurted. “So, what captures your attention? We’ve got all night, I’m off for the next four days. Let’s start by getting naked.” He watched as I started to unbutton my shirt, so I made it a slow reveal. Same with my jeans and briefs. He was mesmerized and never took his eyes off me.. When I stood before him stark naked I said; “Your turn.” He performed a delightful strip tease. The crescendo finish was his sizable cock springing from his briefs, and the sight of my first Prince Albert other than in pictures. It was my turn to be mesmerized. “Do you like the PA?” he asked. “That and the member it presents with.” I responded. “Right answer. Now come over here and let’s establish any rules or boundaries we might need.” He led me to a long slim table along the wall. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. “Yes, or no?” he queried. I pulled a bottle of Vaseline out of the same drawer and placed it beside the condoms; “You only get to use those if you use this for lube.” I responded and smiled. “I like the way your mind works.” He picked up the box and tossed it in a waste basket. “I was pretty sure we wouldn’t need those nasty things from your earlier confessions.” He opened the next drawer and there was an assortment of dildos. “I’m pretty big soft, but I am a grower. I’m going to need you to choose which of these I’ll use to open you up.” I didn’t choose the smallest, about 4 inches and quite thin, nor the largest, 16 inches and forearm thick. My selection started at 7 inches with an average cock girth, 9 inches, definitely thicker and a 12 incher, as thick as a beer can. “Excellent choices. Those should work quite well.” He proclaimed this before pointing at the things hanging on the wall over the table. “So which of these would you choose, or would you prefer my bare hand, or are you not into getting spanked? I do like to play a bit rough but you need to decide and let me know your limits.” “Spanking? I’ve never given it much thought. That said, any bare part of you is always welcome, … and lets experiment with this paddle and this flogging leather.” “What are your limits. Lite enough for no reddening, red welts ok, or are you into getting marked maybe even leaving with a whip cut that could scar?” “Fuck man, do some guys like that?” I was more than a bit flummoxed by the enquiry. “Some do. But we’ll start gentle and work up to your limit. Now where? St. Andrews cross? fuck bench? I think you are probably a sling kind of guy.” “You read my mind. Although I’d like to try all three at some point. Especially the cross when it comes to bondage.” “Oh, we have time for all three and more. Let’s get you into this sling.” He helped me in and lowered the top of my body, so my mouth was in the perfect location to service his cock. When I complained about the PA hitting my teeth, he took it off. I insisted he would need to put it back on when he went to fuck me. “Oh, I have a bigger gaged one for that, I assure you.” I went to work with my mouth and was glad I had chosen such a large dildo. His member was mammoth, bigger than anything I had ever managed in my ass before. Satisfied he was hard he moved and dove in to rim my hole. Fingers and tongue were soon penetrating my happy ring. The first dido slid in quite easily with only spit for lube. I’d never had a dildo in my ass before this. I thought ‘if this is what a condomed cock feels like I want no part of them.' The second required lube. I was amused he used Vaseline. There was no way the third was going in even my stretched hole. After three aborted tries he introduced me to poppers. Heat flooded my body, my head spun, and my heart started pounding like a deasil engine. I was terrified, that was until my ass relaxed and sucked the big dildo in to the hilt. I had never felt so full in my life, but the fear had vanished and the rush from the poppers had me panting; “Fuck yeah, more, more.” He was spurred on to pull the big dildo out and drive it back in a dozen times. He then coached me to take three big huffs of the poppers. I was glad I was held safe by the sling, I never could have kept standing. He inserted his biggest gage PA through his cock, lubed it and worked it into my vulnerable hole. The cold on my hot ass was such a unique experience. My ass couldn’t wait for me to savour this experience and sucked his monster in balls deep. During the best fuck of my life so far, he would popper me up every few minutes. I didn’t want this to end, but I also grew impatient to experience his climax. I began to beg; “Breed me, cum in my ass.” I was devastated with his response. He pulled completely out. My ass gaped and cool air flooded in. What was he doing? Then I realized he was jerking his big tool with the slit at my hole. Soon he bellowed “I’m cuming!” And at the same moment he plunged back into me deep flooding my insides with rope after rope of his hot load. Even before his member deflatied he pulled out and my mouth was presented with his slime covered tool. I sucked and licked it clean with fervour. I was no sooner done than he feltched out my creamy hole and snowballed what seemed like a gallon of his cum tainted with my ass juices and a hint of Vaseline. “How be we move you to my St. Andrew’s Cross for an introduction to bondage, spanking and if you’re up to it whipping? That will give me time to recharge” I wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity for another fuck. I was soon strapped onto the cross. My inner exhibitionist was disappointed there wasn’t an audience it felt so good to be strapped up naked for show. He started by gently tapping my ass cheeks with his hand. I laughed and told him I could take harder. He slapped my ass, and it felt great. “Sure more!” I encouraged. My cheeks were turning red and to my amazement I loved the sting. He came very close fed poppers to my nostrils and whispered seductively in my ear, “I think you are enjoying this. I think you’d enjoy it even more with witnesses. What do you say?” “Fuck, you’ve read my mind. Is there anyone you can invite over quickly.” “I knew that would be your answer, there are five of my fuck buddy friends waiting in my home gym.” “You’re mocking me.” I don’t know how he signaled them, but they came through the door. Five muscular hunky men all attired in only jock straps. I couldn’t believe my eyes. They all came close and petted my naked prone body. Two kissed my red hand welted ass. My senses climbed very closely to overwhelm. “OK guys, you’ll all get your chance later. First, the show.” He proclaimed. Two of the guys brought him the biggest dildo I had already experienced and a ping pong paddle. He ceremonially worked the dido into my well lubricated ass. Then he started to hit my already red ass checks with the paddle. The first smacks were substantial but I asked for more. The smacking and pain kept growing and the audience was groaning in sympathy for my red ass. I knew I had my audience hooked and I had no intention of passing up the opportunity to perform. “Harder!” I yelled. The next smacks reverberated throughout the room. When I didn’t faint from the pain, I made a request; “Fuck man, I need your biggest dildo. And, I want you to whip me while one of these guys fucks it into me.” The guys cheered and a volunteer grabbed the toy from the drawer. Actually, he first pulled the second biggest and I shook my head. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Bring me more poppers.” I demanded with determination. As the head of the 16 inch very thick dildo penetrated my ring my fireman friend lightly kissed my back with his leather whip. “I said whip me, not stroke me.” His intensity increased as the massive artificial cock inched its way into my super stretched ass. I was now being fed poppers non-stop and sucking them in like life-giving oxygen. I managed to growl, “Harder, for fuck sake, harder!” My torturer asked with deep concern; “I’m starting to leave welts, I don’t want to scar you.” All I could think was, ‘I’ll never do this again and I’m not giving up in front of this audience.’ So I cried out; “Slay me until that thing is into me too the hilt.” The beating began and the moment I heard the guy fucking the dildo into my ass say it was to the hilt I fainted. I couldn’t have been out for more than a few seconds. I awoke with my torturers in my face asking if I was ok. I took a brief moment to assess. The stinging on my back was at an 11 out of 10. My ass and guts felt like they were being torn apart. I moaned; “Is it still in me?” When the answer was yes I asked cockillie; “How many of you want to fist me when it comes out? No need to waste this ass stretching.” One of the voices spoke up; “You should be careful what you ask for.” ‘You’re up first!” I crowed As I feasted on a steady diet of poppers gallons of Crisco lubed my ass as three muscular arms were worked into me up to the elbow. The fourth was a little guy who almost got in to his armpit. He assured me he’d done this a few times before. He pulled back leaving his fist inside. He inserted his cock and began to masterbate himself. He announced his release for all to hear. Nothing had ever felt so fucking intimate before nor since. I began to wonder if my insides would ever shift back to there normal locations. I was ceremonially released from the cross and the group of men tenderly bathed me in a huge soaker tub. I was given a sedative and pain killers and slept soundly for the next 10 hours. I never left his house for the next three days as a none stop string of his friends stopped by to raw fuck and breed my ass. He’d kept a tally. 64 loads had been pumped into me by him and 24 of his friends. As I finally left, he tenderly asked me how I was doing. “I’m a little worse for the ware and tare. I went to far pushing you to flog me. I learned a lesson there. And I won't be requesting fisting again. Although if they all ended with a cock jerked in me ... that was fuckin mind blowing. But the rest of it ... honestly I feel like a million dollars.” “Sounds like you’ve found your calling.” He assured me

As tempted as I was to be livid with myself for making the effort to go to a safe sex party and then with my first encounter totally destroy any credibility of my pledge, I remained calm and accepting. I had tried depression and despair, I hide tried judgement and shame. They had only fit like heavy energy wasting cloaks. Accepting the needs of my exhibitionist seemed to be far more life giving. Then I met Fred. I met him at a Saturday morning farmer’s market. There was something about him that emboldened me to invite him for a coffee after he was sold out and his truck was packed away. He was like the dark-haired opposite to my blondness. From the tuft of hair at the throat of his shirt I was pretty sure he shared my bodies hairiness. Our chat was relaxed and enjoyable, with just a hint of mutual flirt. We exchanged numbers and committed to a follow up date. On that date we both expressed our amazement that we had not ended up in bed having animalistic sex. Then we committed to taking this slow, whatever it was meant to be. No sex until at least the fifth date. I was astounded I had not only agreed to but even proposed such a preposterous thing. On my way home from that very date my car pulled into the cruising woods parking lot all on its own. I lied to myself that I had only meant no sex with him until at least the fifth date. I left the parking lot with three loads in my ass. The next night, in a cozy booth, in an Italian restaurant Fred laughed about how hard he had fought to keep himself from putting on some porn and masturbating after he got home. He’d had a long hot bath instead, slept like a baby, and woke incredibly proud of himself in the morning. He thanked me for my preposterous proposal. I smiled and cautiously asked, “So you think no sex means no porn?” “Yeah, of course.” He laughed, “Don’t worry, if you didn’t think that’s what you meant and beat off last night I can forgive you. You get a do over. No sex starts now. No porn until after our fifth date. Two to go after tonight.” “Rriiiiggghht!” I stretched the word hoping for comedic. He seemed to buy it We both desperately wanted to fuck so rushed the next two dates into breakfast the next morning, and drinks and a game the next day. We bee-lined to my student digs as soon as we could. The moment the door closed we ripped each other’s clothes off. My back was on the bed and heals in the air before he could say ‘Bob’s my uncle.’ He smiled at me, kinked his head, and it was his turn to stretch out “Rriiiggghht!” This didn’t stop him from diving for my hole with his mouth. Fred knew how to rim and tongue fuck. My ass almost went into orgasms this oral treatment felt so good. When he stood and teased my hole with the tip of his seven-inch erection he was smiling again; “You love my naked cock head teasing your hole don’t you?” “Mmmmm, yeah.” Was all I could manage. “Next thing you’ll ask me to just put the tip in before I suite up. Right?” “I can’t lie. I love skin on skin. I’m so fuckin turned on by you right now. Just the tip?” “First the naked tip, then balls deep, then just a little fucking and you’ll ask me not to cum in you. I know how this goes.” He was not annoyed but he stepped back and asked where I kept the condoms. Only then I remembered they had never been brought in from my car. “Ummm … they’re umm … out in my car. I’m sorry, but I’m okay with doing it without. We both want this.” He leaned in to kiss me and I thought the fuck was back on. After a sweet peck he pulled back and said “We do. Just safely.” Like a petulant child I wined; “But I hate condoms. I want to feel you skin to skin. I want you to shoot your baby makers inside me.” “You sweet talker. Sounds like a great plan.” He responded. “Great, fuck me now!” I blurted “I’d love to, but my cocks not going into you without a condom. Well at least not until we’ve both had time to be tested. So, either one of us go to your car right now or we’ll have to go to plan B.” “What’s plan B?” I wondered out loud. He engulfed my hard cock in his mouth and three fingers began to vigorously fuck my ass. When he pulled off to catch his breath he asked if I liked plan B. “I love plan B if it includes a chance to suck you off. Could that be arranged?” He was already climbing on the bed moving us into 69 position. With his cock deep down my throat I felt him reposition my tool in his mouth and a finger slid into my ass. His finger soon found my prostate and messaged away. It was not long before I was blasting deep down his throat. He moved up and laid beside me kissing me with his cummy lips. I went back to work on his beautiful erection for the next ten minutes. It was all I could do to keep myself from climbing up and mounting his cock with my ass. I swear he could read my mind, “You’re thinking about sitting on my raw cock and riding me like a bareback horse aren’t you.” I pulled off his cock long enough to say, “You can’t blame me, can you?” and I went right back to work with my mouth. “And you want to ride me until I unload painting your guts, right?” I didn’t have time to answer. His geyser was flooding my throat. “Let’s get tested tomorrow.” He said enthusiastically I was so proud of myself as I closed my door when he was leaving. I’d finally had sex and not ended up with the guys load in my ass. I’d had safe sex. Furthermore, he was willing to get tested so we could have condomless sex. This was a brilliant solution. As long as I only had sex with him, I wouldn’t need to worry anymore about safe sex. The two weeks wait for the results of the tests were excruciating. As well as my terror, I was certain my test would come back positive, there was holding off on our sex lives. Plan B was fine, and we used it often, but it just wasn’t real fucking. And we both ached to do it. We counted the days like waiting for Christmas. I had a further burden. My car kept wanting to go to the cruising forest. I lost the battle on the last night of the wait. At least I managed to restrict the sex to sucking down one guys load before I fled to safety. We got together for lunch so we could go to the clinic to get our results. As he predicted his tests were all clear. To my amazement so were mine. We made plans to meet at my digs that night and fuck like rabbits. His instructions were clear; “Don’t bring those fucking condoms up from your car.” I didn’t. I would never tell Fred, but the next day I went to another clinic and used a false name to have a second check. I was certain the first had been a false negative. This however didn’t stop or inhibit me for our celebratory fuck. Before the door was even closed we were tearing each other’s clothes off. I was no sooner naked than I was on my back with my feet in the air. He moved to dive down and eat my ass but I stopped him. “I prelubed with Vaseline just in case you tried to fool me with your own condoms. Get that naked cock in my starving ass right now.” He spread out the cock tip tease at my hole as long as he could. He was driving me crazy, and he loved it. “You ready for the tip?” he asked. “I was ready two weeks ago.” I complained. He breached my ring. The pain was exquisite. “Ok, ready for half my raw cock before I pull out and suite up.” He teased. “Vaseline! The condom won’t last two minutes.” I teased back. “Then I’ll just have to …” as he pushed in balls deep. After so many weeks it felt amazing to have the heat of a man’s cock resting inside my ass. We kissed passionately and then he asked; “Are you ready for more?” He didn’t wait for my answer and started pounding away. His hands had a vice grip on my shoulders and held me solid against his piston blasts. Only a dozen pumps in and he was grunting as his hot cum filled my insides. We cuddled for a half hour and we were ready for round two. I got him hard with my mouth and then sat on him guiding his naked cock into my dripping hole. I road him for a full hour before he blasted the second load into me. As we cuddled, I asked if he was good for three. He wasn’t very confident but said he would try. I worked his cock forever with my mouth until he admitted he was close. I jumped up and mounted his cock and he was soon spewing his babies all over my gut walls. He collapsed into a deep sleep beside me. I fingered my dripping ass and sucked off all the cum and asa juices.This satisfied me for a few minutes, but I was soon craving more cock and cum. As great as sharing my bed with him was, I couldn’t get the cruising woods out of my mind. I finally fell into a fitful sleep. The next two weeks were terrifying as I secretly waited for the results of the second test. This didn’t stop me from our daily unsafe sexual exploits. The sex with Fred was great, but I knew it also bored me. Every time I passed the cruising woods I had to fight the car from pulling in. I was so relieved when I left the second clinic with a negative result that I leaned against my car to regain the breath I had been holding. When I opened my eyes I saw the clinic shared their parking lot with an adult bookstore. Even though I had never been to one before I decided what better place to celebrate. I could suck a cock or three through a glory hole, have a great time, and Fred would never be the wiser. Within moments of entering, I was in a booth with a big fat cock in my mouth. I hadn’t bothered to peek at the body attached to the cock. I just sucked on it with relish and abandon. I got some sense that he might be getting close and without thinking stood, spun around, and backed my ass onto his naked cock. He unloaded in me immediately. When I came to my senses I thought; ‘Fuck, what a waist of that second test.’ “Fuck it!” I said out loud to no one. I heard him leave his booth and someone take his place. A small flaccid cock came through the glory hole and my mouth instinctively glommed onto it. When it was hard I quickly pushed into my ass. Through the gloryhole on the other side of the booth I could now see a guy’s face. He called quietly, “So is he doing you raw?” I responded, “Stick your boner through that hole and you can find out firsthand.” Within moments his long slender hard on was poking through the hole and just as quickly I spun and pushed my ass onto his naked cock. He unleashed deep inside me as we coupled. The guy through the other hole was now watching and suggested I open my door. I followed instructions and he entered my booth leaving the door wide open. He was a middle-aged fat man. I didn’t care. I bent against the back wall and he fucked me with great relish. After he deposited his load three more guys were watching through the open door. I motioned for them to come in and one after the other they quickly fucked and added their loads. No one said anything about condoms. I crawled into bed with Fred that night with six strangers’ questionable sperm in my ass. I was relieved when he didn’t start with his mouth at my ass. When he reached for the Vaseline I cracked and told him we wouldn’t need that. With no further questions he plunged into my sloppy hole balls deep. “So, how many guys fucked and bred you today?” He was calm as a cucumber. “Six.” “No wonder it’s making such a sloshing sound. Well, mine will make seven, and it’ll be the last load you ever get out of me. I’m not mad. I’ve known your true nature all along. You’re not the monogamous type. And I’d be willing to open our relationship, but I also know you couldn’t commit to using condoms. I should have just listened to you the first night and gone ahead and fucked you while the condoms were in your car. But then we wouldn’t have had these awesome few weeks.” He proceeded to make such gentle caring love to me. He was jerking me off as we came together. Him as promised in my ass, me all over my hairy tummy. He collapsed into a full body hug on top of me and I collapsed into tears. He just kept holding me and the tears progressed to wailing. He just rocked me like a baby. He kept this up until I was gasping to get my breath. He wiped tears from my eyes and cooed; “There, there my pet. You’ll be alright.” When I was completely over my cry he said to me, “Come along, get dressed, I know just what you need.” I had no idea what he was suggesting but was too drained to put up a fight or resist. He drove me to the cruising woods, had me strip and lean against a tree. As guys fucked and bred my ass he went and scouted out more coaching them to take me raw and egging them on until they made their deposits. We left as the sun was rising and I had seventeen guys cum marinating in my ass. Fred dropped me back home and I never saw him again. So much for a relationship and monogamy to keep my sex life safe.

I awoke the next morning feeling strangely calm. No panic or depression blanketed me. Yes, the exhibitionist had gone too far, of that there was no question. But I also knew I needed to acknowledge and find safe places to let the exhibitionist out. I had overheard some of the guys at the firehall sing the praises of Craig’s list to arrange ‘hookups’ so for the first time I checked it out. I typed ‘safe sex, gay’ in the search bar and a couple dozen adds popped up. All but one were from individuals looking for a safe hookup. The one remaining ad took and held my attention if was for a ‘safe sex party’ on the upcoming Friday night. It promised 2 dozen guys who would sign a pledge on entering the venue, ‘they promised to only engage in safe sex, only fucking with condoms.’ ‘Perfect’ I thought, and made arrangements to be at the venue when the doors opened. There were plenty of hunky guys in the entry line, and the energy crackled with flirtation. I signed my pledge form stripped down to my jock strap and made my way to the bar. I was relieved to hear they would keep a running tab for me to settle up when I left. I bought shots for the three of us waiting at the bar, and out of gratitude the other two did the same. I walked away happily a little tipsy with a Gin and Tonic to nurse. Guys were still arriving, but the action had already started. As I sipped away at my drink I watched a couple of blow jobs, a few guys rimming and saw one top suite up and enter his eager bottom’s ass. I was feeling great and confident, in the safety of a committed crowd I wouldn’t fall into my stupid risky behaviour. I had staked out a good location to watch when a very tall slim bear cub slipped in beside me and moved his big hand to rest on my exposed ass cheek. I quickly looked him over from head to toe. His nicely formed head was shaved and a trim beard framed his handsome face with bedroom blue eyes. His smile was intoxicating. As I mentioned he was slim but his body was beautifully hairy. His thong underwear crotch was clearly almost bursting with an already semi hard on. I followed his bold move with my ass and grabbed his cloth covered cock. His first words to me were; “You want to sample this cock don’t you? And I don’t mean with your sweet mouth.” “Fuck me, what gave me away?” I responded “Your sexy jock is a dead give away.” By this point one of his fingers had found and penetrated my hole. He bent over and kissed me on the lips. “Come with me, I know the best place to fuck you.” As I followed him, I enquired; “So have you been to one of these party’s before? You seem to know your way around.” “Oh fuck man, many times. These parties are a blast.” “Yeah, I was drawn to a place with safe sex.” I blurted. I was led to a private dark nook away from most of the action and swept up in passionate making out. More than one moistened fingers were pushed up my ass. He stopped kissing me long enough to ask, “Do you mind if I get out of this thong?” “I’d mind if you didn’t!” I responded with laughter. I was moving to take his massive member in my mouth when he turned me and bent me against the black wall. His tongue was soon joining his fingers tickling and delighting my ass. I wasn’t hiding my moans of pleasure. At just the right moment he rose up behind me and hugged me from behind. The hair of his body felt amazing on my back. He began to nibble on my ear as his foreskin moved around my hole. He soon must have retracted it because the sensation on my sensitive ass changed. His raw mushroom head felt amazing teasing my hairy hole. The pleasure of my moans increased unmistakably. “You like my raw cock head teasing your hole, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear. I just moaned all the more. “How much of a rule breaker are you anyway? Tell me you want me to put the tip in, just the tip.” He teased. “Oh yeah, just the tip, you know me.” He was already increasing the pressure with his mushroom head at my hole as I continued. “But I can’t. I promised, I signed the pledge.” “Just the tip won’t break the pledge. Besides you know as well as I do breaking the rules makes it all the more exciting.” The tip had already penetrated my ring before he finished. I gasped in pain, but the gasp couldn’t hide the equal measure of delight. “How’s it feel to have broken your safe sex pledge?” he taunted. ”Magnificent, too bad there’s not an audience.” I confessed. He turned my head to notice the three guys standing in the light at the entrance to our nook. Each had an erection in their hands. “If we’re gonna break the rules you may as well bottom out in me with your naked cock.” I said loud enough for the audience to hear. He pushed balls deep in one swift move. This gasp was unmistakably pleasure with only a slight ting of pain. Asking for our observers; “How many times have you had a naked cock up this ass?” Quickly tabulating, I blurted a number. I had no idea if it was right, I don’t even remember if I said 6 or 7. “Great slut, and how many sheathed cocks have graced this hungry ass?” again he asked to the other guys watching. “None.” I said dejectedly. “None? You’ve always given up this ass without the use of a condom. You have heard of AIDS haven’t you?” “Doesn’t scare me one bit!” I lied with anger fueled false confidence. “And how many of those guys shot their load up your ass?” he challenged. I stepped up to the challenge, I had an audience; “Every one of them, every one of their anonymous breeding’s, 100 %” “And here you are with a raw cock up your ass at a ‘safe sex party’. You are a rule breaker, aren’t you? Are you man enough to tell these guys what you really want from me.” “Finish destroying my pledge, fuck and breed me with these guys as your witness. Make sure I leave hear with cum dripping out of my risk taking, rule breaking, slutty ass.” Yup, fuck me he did. And as his long slender erection shot all over my guts he bellowed; “Breeding your rule breaking ass!” He then encouraged our observers to follow his lead. Two of them slipped into my cum dripping ass, quickly raw fucked me and shot off their seed. When I returned to the bigger room a guy stepped away from watching a hot scene and blocked my path. “How many loads?” he queried. “What the fuck do you mean?” I asked in anger. ‘Why had I only worn an open ass jock strap?’ “I just watched you come out of Blake’s BB Nookie. He seduces newbies in there every party. They all leave with at least one load in their unsuspecting asses. When we realized what he was doing in there some of us decided to bend the rules as well. So, how many guys loads?” he again questioned. “Three … but I really came here to practice safe sex” I whined. “I know” his voice was warm and understanding, “Next time you can meet that ideal. In the meantime, come home with me and let’s see how many loads I can add to that soup in your ass.” “I shouldn’t.” I protested. I did. I ended the night with six stranger’s loads marinating in my guts.

I dropped into a deep depression. I struggled to get out of bed each morning. I stopped going to school entirely, I lost all faith in myself. I had only had sex twice in my life. Both times with strangers. And both times I had risked my life with unsafe sex. I had allowed both men to cum in my ass and strangely relished holding their questionable seed in me as long as I could. I must have a death wish. I couldn’t trust myself to have sex ever again. And life without sex seemed useless. I felt utterly hopeless. Each day dragged out in aimless torture for the next three weeks. Any time I thought about sex or saw something on the tube related to it I would deeply chastise my growing horniness. The only activity I could manage was to fulfill my voluntary shifts at the fire hall. Some of the guys began to notice and asked if I was OK. I lied and said I was fine. There was no way I could talk to any of them about my problem. I was so deeply ashamed. Time spent at the fire hall was the only time I felt any semblance of normalcy. What grew deep inside me was the sense of how much joy I felt being around handsome fit men. The shame would relax and I would remember the excitement I felt making the calendar and participating in ‘The Full Monte’. I got more clarity about how much exhibitionism is a deep part of my being and strangely makes me feel so fulfilled. I worked late that night and found myself pulling into the parking lot at the cruising woods on my way home. When the sick feeling emerged in my stomach, I reminded myself I didn’t need to do anything. I formulated a plan. A plan to celebrate my exhibitionist nature among men who would appreciate the view. After all, there were lots of cars, so there must be lots of men on the trails. Between two vehicles I stripped relishing the cool air gently flowing over my naked nether regions. I pulled my jeans back on commando and decided not to fasten the waist band button. I put my runners back on sockless and tossed my unused clothes back in my car. As I walked into the woods, I felt a lightness of being I hadn’t felt in weeks. I soon came upon two guys getting ready to fuck and my heart began to race as my cock began to respond. The top was rolling a condom onto his substantial cock. That’s when I remembered I hadn’t brought any condoms and a moment of panic set in. I quickly caught and calmed myself remembering my promise to only enjoy my exhibitionism. It occurred to me part of that was enjoying other’s exhibitionism. And these guys were certainly happy to have an audience. Their fuck didn’t last long until the top was blasting inside the bottom. I was excited to see the condom covered cock withdrawn, the bottom remove the condom and clean the cock with his mouth. I was sure I was inspired to insist on a condom if someone offered to fuck me. The next coupling I saw was an old, guy on his knees sucking offer a monster of a man with a proportionately mammoth dick. The old guy could barely fit the girth down his throat, yet he still managed to bring the giant to orgasm. The river of cum gushed out of his mouth and all over his face and hair. Again, I felt inspired thinking ‘I may not be able to get fucked but I can suck off a cock or two and be egged on by guys that stop to watch. I soon found a very nervous young guy who allowed me to suck him off. I was delighted with the taste of his load and swallowed it all. Observers had gathered round and in quick succession I sucked down two more loads. By the fourth blowjob my inner exhibitionist was in full throttle. I stood and bent to suck this stranger’s cock so that I could drop my jeans and fondle my own hard on. Suddenly I felt warm breath on my exposed hole. This was followed quickly by a mouth riming my pucker hole and whiskers scratching my ass cheeks. I thought to myself; ‘I should have expected this, but it’s safe enough, relax and enjoy!” Between the luscious cock in my mouth and the pleasurable ministrations to my hole I soon got lost in the moment. Somehow, I didn’t even notice the cock in my ass until the guy blew his load down my throat. As soon as my mouth was empty I turned my head and asked the bear in my ass if he was wearing a condom. “Do you have one?” he asked me. “No, don’t you? I replied. “I’m already balls deep, do you want me to stop?” he wondered. “Of course not.” I blurted. “Just don’t cum in me.” That’s when the gathered crowd started chanting; “Breed him, breed the slut!” His pace picked up and felt amazing, especially with an audience. “I’m very close. Where do you want my load?” “Come in him, breed his slutty ass!” the crowd answered. I saw and felt the excitement of the crowd, I instantly knew I couldn’t disappoint them. “Do as they ask, cum in my slutty ass.” He was pulsing away deep in me before I even finished saying this. The bear pulled out and another raw cock was deep inside me before I could think. The crowd was back to chanting “Breed him, breed the slut!” My exhibitionist was in full control and had no intention of disappointing my fans. When it was time, I begged for the next four loads to paint my gut walls. I returned to my car with five loads dripping from my ass. I felt higher than a kite. It was only when I climbed into bed that confusion crept in. ‘Why had I done and allowed such dangerous sex? Why had I once again put my health at such risk?’

My emotions for the next three days were an equal concoction of terror and lust. I was terrified that my very first sexual experience might well have exposed me to the deadly virus of HIV. Visions from the news of guys with faces scared by Karposys Sarcoma haunted me constantly. At the same time my ass ached for another raw cock. It craved the pain of the initial penetration. It knew this pain would transform to the most exquisite pleasure imaginable. It longed to push back onto a pounding naked pole until the guy’s breath became rapped. My gut walls anticipated the spray of a guys cum. Any guys cum. I knew that once again I would hold it in like a precious treasure as long as I could. I was too frightened to go to a sexual health clinic. I didn’t sleep, nor could I study or focus in class. I totally bombed two tests at school. I knew I needed to sleep so took a long hot shower and ate three hash brownies before crawling naked into bed. The fresh clean sheets felt amazing, and I soon dropped into a deep sleep of the dead. Then the dreaming began. It all seemed so real I had no idea I was dreaming. I was back in the senior year of high school. My hunky phys-ed teacher was giving us a health lesson on sex education. He was stressing the importance of using condoms. He asked for a volunteer and the biggest nerd was first to raise his hand. The nerd was instructed to drop his pants and underwear before he bent over the teacher’s desk. Our teacher was now naked with a raging hard on and meticulously demonstrated applying a condom to his member. Copious amounts of Vaseline were applied to the condom covered cock and fingered into the nerd’s prone ass. The nerd’s mouth was covered to stifle his scream as the teachers cock breached the nerd’s hole. A vigorous pounding ensued until the teacher was clearly blasting inside the condom in the nerd’s ass. The ravaged condom and dripping nerd ass hole were displayed to the class. “What’s the lesson here class?” our teacher asked. It seemed I was the only one that knew the answer. I was next naked on the wings of our school stage. Our silver fox, ruggedly handsome, principle was finishing a similar lesson to the entire school assembly when he invited me to come on stage. I was instructed to bend over a fuck bench. The principle removed his tie and opened his shirt. He squatted behind me and began rimming my ass. Then he was standing stark naked behind me and teasing my hole with his naked cock. He spoke to the assembled student body; “You need to beware of this trick, there are consequences, and I will demonstrate them here and now.” Then he bent to my ear and in a stage whisper for all to hear he asked; “Can I just put the tip in?” I asked cautiously; “Just the tip?” “Unless you want more.” He winked at the audience. “Promise you won’t cum in me?” “Anything you want.” He assured After the tip of his beer can thick cock was in my ass, and I’d had time to adjust and relax he asked; “So how’s that feel? Do you want me to go in a bit deeper?” “Promise you won’t cum in me?” “Anything you want.” He once again assured. “OK. But just three more inches. Then pull out and condom up.” He pushed in as I pushed back. “Awe yeah, nice. Feel’s great for me and my raw cock. How about you?” he asked. “Fuck, I love it! Give me the rest. Bottom out …” He did and I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my but cheeks. “Can you just fuck me for a bit before the condom goes on? Remember, don’t cum in me.” The principle addressed the auditorium; “You’ll notice they will always make this request. Once your raw cock is inside, they all want to feel it fucking them. Stay tuned, the next step is also predictable.” The fuck he laid on was amazing. I didn’t want it to stop. Yet all too soon his breathing became erratic. He managed to wheaz out, “I’m close, where do you want my cum?” As my brain screamed ‘pull out, don’t cum in me, PULL OUT!’ my mouth said the opposite; “Inside me, cum in my ass.” “Anything you want. FFUUCCCKKKKK … breeding you now!” I awoke in a cold sweat with my nocturnal discharge soiling my no longer fresh sheets. It was 3:30 a.m. and clear I wasn’t going back to sleep. I slipped on jogging shorts and a clean wife beater t. I found the closest 24-hour drug store and bought three sizes of condoms. As well as my fire hall training, I had been a boy scout. I was now ready to ‘BE PREPARED”. I’d heard about the cruising woods in a park I passed on my way back home. I slowed and noticed one car in the parking lot. The driver was leaning against the hood, his presence highlighted by the occasional glow of his cigarette. I pulled a U-turn and entered the parking lot. As I approached the guy, I noticed he was wearing torn blue jeans and his shirt was open. There was a bit of hair in the middle of his chest, and he had quite an obvious beer belly. When he blurted as he rubbed his crotch, “Looks like you’re looking for some action”, any thoughts about his appearance went out of my mind. I just followed him into the woods. He backed me up against a tree and planted a cigarette infused kiss on my lips. My brain registered, ‘this is disgusting’ as my shorts tented. I couldn’t believe it as the words “Fuck me!” spilled from my lips. As he turned me around and pulled down my shorts, I could hear him say; “I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to.” I quickly pulled my t off and leaned on the tree trunk. I felt the heat of his bare chest hug my back and his hard cock poking at my hole. “Do you have a condom kid, or do you even care?” It was in that moment I realized I had left my purchase in my car. “Just fuck me already!” I blurted. He instantly plowed into me balls deep, no lube, no further warning. I screamed, the pain was so intense, but it didn’t deter him. He immediately pounded away at my burning hole. It took a while but eventually the transition from pain to intense pleasure occurred and when he would ease up, I found myself fucking my ass back onto his turgid organ. When I heard his breathing change and intensify over the slapping of our bodies I made my feeble request; “Don’t cum in me.” “Fuck, you want me to pull out?” he complained. “No! Not yet, keep fucking me ‘til the last second.” As he pushed in deeper than ever and held, he moaned; “Aww, ffuucckkk! Reached the last second. Loading your hole. Aww, yeah!!!” He went back to pumping his cum deeper into my vulnerable hole; “Fuck, damn you! But thanks, ‘cause secretly I wanted you to breed me. Your load feels amazing!” “Oh kid, it was no secret from the moment you made that U-turn.” I knew it was too late to ask but as we returned to our cars I asked, “Are you clean?” His reply left my blood running cold; “Kid I have no idea. I’ve got five strangers’ cum dripping from my ass. I was just waiting to unload before heading home to let them marinate in me the rest of the night. Good luck kid!”

Escorting through the AIDS pandemic … bareback! In the spring of 1988, I had finished my first year of college and was heading home for the summer to work with our small-town fire department. I had been volunteering with them since I was 16. By sixteen I had matured into a 6 foot, handsome, blonde, with a gym bunny body. It was a gift of pure genetics, I didn’t have to work to develop my six pack abs and muscular arms and shoulders. Well, other than the years of helping my dad milk the cows and other farm chores. Every year the fire hall chose a charity to support, and the guys posed for a beefcake calendar. You’ve all seen these, each month a shirtless fireman hunk in a suggestive sexy pose somewhere in the fire hall. They always wanted to include me, but my age was a problem. That was until the spring of 1988, and I couldn’t have been happier. On the day of my photo shoot the photographer had me strip down to my waterproof trousers and rubber boots. I hung off the back of one of the trucks. After a half hour of taking shots he told me it just wasn’t working for him. He suggested we go outside and hook up a fire hose, he wanted to capture me with more action. I was game. In front of the station glass doors he captured stunning shots of my half naked self spraying the hose full blast. My face was plastered with a mischievous smile from ear to ear. The calendars sold like hot cakes and the women who bought them wanted me to sign their copies. I took a razing from the other jealous guys, but it was all good natured. Fast forward to the next fall. I decided to volunteer with the fire department in the city where I was going to college. They jumped at my application when they saw all my experience. They too had a tradition of fundraising for their community. Being in a big city they didn’t feel as restricted in picking their cause as my small-town fire department had been. They had chosen to raise funds for an organization that supported sex workers; providing legal, health and counselling support. Rather than a beefcake calendar they were planning a talent show evening culminating in a ‘Full Monty’ style dance by six of the hunkiest firefighters. The calendar shoot had awakened me to my exhibitionist side and I was delighted to be chosen. The evenings of the next six weeks were devoted to working with a dance coach. It was a stretch to finish my studies, but I was committed to putting my best foot forward. By the last week our team of six were very comfortable mirroring each others moves and stripping down to our flesh-coloured jock straps. We were one hot looking line up by the end of the dance. Too bad the final reveal had floodlights flash on behind us blinding the audience, On the second last night of rehearsal, three days before the show, the dance instructor sat us down at the start of our evening. He informed us it was decision time. The group of us needed to vote on how far we were willing to go. Would we end the show in the jock straps, or in the spirit of supporting sex workers were we willing to go ‘all the way’, Full Monty, full frontal nudity! You can imagine, the debate went on for quite some time. Two of the family men were adamant they would withdraw if the group chose full frontal nudity. A secrete ballot was finally held. Two against going ‘all the way’, one spoiled ballot and three in favour of ‘full frontal nudity.’ In case you’re wondering, I didn’t spoil my ballot. None of my family was coming to this show. The two fathers left and four of us started into the rehearsal with some stretches and rudimentary movement review. The tension in the room was palpable. As it didn’t dissipate with time our dance instructor named the elephant in the room. “You’re all distracted by the thought of getting naked, aren’t you?” A couple of the guys looked at the ceiling, one guy looked at his feet, and I looked to the dance instructor and almost imperceptibly nodded my head. “Fair enough guys. I suggest you just get out of your clothes right now.” To emphasize his point, he pulled his tee-shirt over his head and released the draw string on his sweatpants. When we saw he was commando we all quickly shucked our clothes. If there had been tension before you could now cut it with a knife. We repeated some stretches and some dance moves, but it was clear this wasn’t getting us anywhere. We were handed skipping ropes and told to skip as fast as we could. We skipped naked for five minutes, at ten minutes I was dripping wet and sure he’d stop us, but we powered on to fifteen. When we were instructed to stop we all collapsed to the floor wet hair clinging to our scalp and wherever else our bodies were covered. The instructor must have anticipated this because we were each tossed a big fluffy towel. As we were drying ourselves, he wrapped his towel around his middle and began a sultry dance through our naked bodies. When he had our attention, he moved up on to our rehearsal stage and turned on some sexy saxophone recording. He continued to strut his stuff eventually loosening his towel and using it to perform the most erotic tantalizing performance I had ever witnessed. Eventually he tossed the towel all together and added stroking his member to the hypnotic dance. As the recording built to it’s climax, he had a ragging hard on and was beating off with a mission. On the final super seductive note his cum spewed all over the stage. The four of us stood silent for a bit. Then slowly began to clap and soon we collapsed in uproarious laughter. “Your turn guys. Who’s going first.” We all instantly flushed red with embarrassment. He looked directly at me and nodded. I pulled on my sweat shorts and wife beater t before mounting the stage. The sexy sax music began, and my inner exhibitionist screamed “let’s have at it!” I was so lost in the euphoria of this opportunity I didn’t even notice stripping off my shirt. Feeling the cool air on my hairy chest and nipples, I also notice my sweats were tenting a bit. I was already semi hard. I added playing with my dick through my shorts to my routine. That’s when the dance instructor starting hooting and adding encouragement. The others soon joined in. When I was ready to doff my shorts, I turned my back to the group. They cat called and whistled as I shook my naked ass at them. When I finally turned, I was jacking my 8 inch erection. I was so turned on I couldn’t hold back and roped after rope of my cum spewed over the edge of the stage. When the cheering died down the instructor spoke up. “That’s exactly what we need. Who’s next.” One by one the other three strutted their stuff. The next two didn’t cum on stage. But gave pretty good performances overall. The last guy, Ted, had grabbed the costume for the show and slipped into it. His strip tease was flawless. When he was down to his jock strap, he jumped off the stage and dance seductively among us. On the third pass through the group, he started touching, an arm, a muscular chest, he kissed one guys neck and touched my semi hard cock. He never missed a beat of the music. As the recording was building to it’s climax Ted moved in on our instructor. The instructor reached out and started jerking Ted’s magnificent ten-inch pole. Just before the last note the instructor leaned forward taking Ted’s cock deep into his throat. We watched in awe as pulse after pulse of Ted’s ejaculation pumped down the throat of our instructor. He swallowed every drop. After a long moment of shear silence our clapping and cheering broke out. When this subsided, we were informed that was enough for tonight. Tomorrow we’d practice our performance for the last time before the show. The final practice went extremely well. Everyone was totally focused, and we only needed to polish two our three moves before reaching the big reveal. I knew the moment was coming soon and had growing concern as I realized I was sporting a semi. The moment came to release the final strap of my jock and out popped my semi. I quickly covered my privates with my hands. “Don’t do that,” the familiar voice of our instructor. “Full Monte, remember.” I dropped my hands and looked to see two of the other guys were also semi-hard. Our cocks looked amazing! On the night of the show, I was so funkin pumped! So were the others, especially Ted. The crowd went wild the moment we danced out on stage. Our timing and coordination came off extremely well and the energy from the crowed was electrifying. Our backs were turned to the crowd when the rip-pants flew off. They now had an unobstructed view of our naked asses and went wild with cheers and cat calls. In the moment before I was to turn around, I realized I was fully hard. My eight-inch cock was peaking over the waist band of my jock. There was no time to adjust so I spun around. On the way around I noticed Ted’s ten-inch monster had escaped out the side of his pouch. The one full minute of dancing until the full reveal felt like an eternity to me. Our hats were moved to cover our crotches, the last strap released, the jocks fell to the floor, and quickly our hats were flung into the screaming crowd. The flood lights from behind us that were meant to blind the audience which had always worked perfectly in rehearsal didn’t illuminate. Four totally naked, full-frontal nudity, handsome men, two with raging hard ons stood front and center on the well lit stage. We eventually looked at each other and started our bows. The crowd was on its feet and raising the roof. We kept taking more bows. Eventually Ted took hold of my hard cock and guided me off stage. The other two slipped off the other side. To shouts of “encore, encore” we went out for three more bows. At the after-party Ted and I were approached by a photographer. He brought us a round of tequila shots and complimented us on the show. We chatted for a bit and were given another round of shots before he proposed we pose for him and the ‘naked men’ coffee table book he was currently working on. A week later Ted and I arrived at the warehouse with the photographer’s living space and studio. He was generous with drinks from his well stocked bar. He showed us three or four sets of shots of guys for his project. They were all very handsome and sexy. The photos were of excellent quality and very artistic. The cocks were at varying stages of soft and hard, some full-on raging boners. There was no deception as far as what he was looking for from us. It was finally time to get out of our clothes and in front of the camara. Classical music played loudly and Ted stripped and went first. It was clear he was every bit and more the exhibitionist than me. By the time he got to his hard on shots I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I was already hard when I stripped for my turn. The photographer told me not to worry. He made me so at ease that a half hour later I had relaxed to a semi. As I’m a grower and not a shower so I was not disappointed he didn’t get any pics of my flaccid cock. We were encouraged to stay nude, and three more rounds of shots were served. “I’d love to photograph the two of you together. I loved the way you led him off stage pulling on his beautiful hard dick Ted. Might you be willing to get intimate in front of my camara. I’ll fully understand if I’m asking too much.” Ted didn’t hesitate; “Sounds fucking awesome man, I’m up for it.” I demurred and half chuckled, “Ummm …. I …. Um, I don’t know … you might need to ply me with more booze ….” The glasses were poured almost before I finished stuttering. Three more shots slid down my throat in quick succession. You need to know I had never been intimate with anyone before this moment. Small town firehalls are very homophobic, or at least they were back in the 1980’s. Long hours of work on the farm and with my studies, I’ve never been the sharpest pencil in the drawer, so had to study long and hard to satisfy my hard working conservative parents. And the AIDS epidemic! I had thought I might be gay. I loved being naked and seeing the other guys in the school showers. But even in my first year of college I had not allowed myself to do anything, even though there had been offers. Ted grabbing my dick on stage had been the first anyone else had ever touched my private organ. Ted leaned in and kissed me. My mouth responded eagerly and naturally. As he pulled away, he asked, “Is that OK? Might we continue?” “Can you guys do that again? Can I capture this on film?” I didn’t say a word, I quickly poured myself another shot, tipped it back, leaned in pulling Ted in for a passionate kiss and released any inhibitions that might have been clinging and holding me back. I was so swept up in Ted and my naked bodies exploring each other that I totally forgot about the rapped clicking of the camara. When Ted deep throated my hard cock, I immediately blasted my load deep down his throat. When he pulled off licking his lips I crumbled in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! I couldn’t control myself!” Ted reassured me, “Fuck man, that was fucking amazing! You have nothing to apologize for.” “He’s right, that was amazing. And I’m certain I got great shots. So fucking hot guys, so fucking hot. Don’t stop there, please continue.” It felt a little awkward for a few minutes but soon Ted had captivated me with his passionate love making skills. We moved to a king-size bed and my body was being worshiped with tender passionate kisses. Soon I was on my back with my legs in the air and Ted was giving me my first glorious rimming. I couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. I was so turned on that this handsome butch man was willing to put his mouth on my ass. Soon his tongue was darting in and out of my hole and I blasted another load all over my belly and chest. Ted didn’t miss a beat lapping up the cum as he made his way up to kiss me on the mouth. I had tasted my cum before, just never on the lips of another human being. My head was spinning. “I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you?” Ted whispered in my ear I could already feel his mammoth cock tapping at my hole. When I didn’t respond Ted asked the photographer, “Do you have any condoms? I wasn’t expecting this and didn’t come prepared?” “Sure. But let me get some closeups of your naked cock teasing his hole first. Would that be OK?” They both looked at me and I meekly nodded. The photographer moved close, and the camera clicked away. Ted’s raw cock was being messaged against my wet hole and it felt amazing. I almost missed hearing the photographer suggesting; “Just push in the tip. This is too fucking hot. You’ll take the tip won’t you?” I meekly nodded. The pain of penetration was unbelievable, and I tried to push Ted’s monster out. He was clearly experienced with this response and far stronger than me. The photographer spoke; “I know it hurts now but give me a few moments to record this with pictures, the pain will subside. And it’s just the tip.” As closeup picks were clicked of my impaled hairy ass and grimacing face I noticed the pain was subsiding. I was further surprised to notice a strong thought forming in my mind; “I want more than the tip.” As if reading my mind the photographer spoke again; “Yes, go for it, let him in a bit further. These are amazing shots.” I looked into Ted’s questioning eyes, relaxed my ass and pushed further onto his raw cock. My mind was screaming at me, “He’s not wearing a condom, what the fuck are you doing.” But my body just kept sucking his huge tool in deeper and deeper. “Hold it there. I want to capture your pubes pressed against his ass. …. Great. Now pull out halfway so there is no question you are in him naked.” As Ted followed these instructions he spoke, clearly nervous; “Your ass feels amazing. It’s been so long since I was in an ass raw, I love this. … but I don’t know how long I can last. It feels so wrong, so fucking bad, and I love it.” “So do I … love it that is … just don’t cum in me. I need you to really fuck me before you pull out … I need to remember my first fuck as amazing.” “Give him what he wants!” from the photographer. Ted began to pound, and I pushed onto his raw tool with every bit of exuberance he was offering. Within a few strokes he was warning with ragged breath; “Fuck man, I’m so close!” “Don’t cum in me, … and don’t stop … this is amazing!” “Fuck … oh fuck!” He was flooding my ass. “Shit, did you just cum in my ass?” “I couldn’t help it. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” His deflating cock was still deep in my ass. “Let me get closups as you pull out. …. Great …. Can you push some cum out …. This is too rich not to photograph.” I followed the directions as I thought to myself, “I shouldn’t have allowed that, but fuck it feels great … all of it.” That’s when Ted dove to fletch out my hole. The camera kept clicking up to and including the moment Ted moved up dropping some of his cum from his mouth into mine. We moved into a deep embrace and kiss and got lost once again in each other. Before I could give it any thought his member had hardened and was sliding back into my now well lubricated hole. We fucked in a dozen different positions for the next hour. When I knew he was getting close I begged him to cum in me. Before we were done, he had pumped two more loads into me painting my gut walls. Ted and I chatted in the shower. I admitted how much I enjoyed the experience and how frighted I was until I heard him confess, he hadn’t fucked anyone raw in a long time. All the blood drained from his face. “Shit man, I’m sorry. I got carried away at a sex party last week. This hot guy I was making out with just wanted to put the tip in. My defenses were down. I left the party with four strangers loads dripping from my hole. FUCK, we should have used a condom!”

I was pushing 30 years old in the late1980's, married with kids and having a long distance affair with a church organist/piano teacher. I would visit him for three days of introductory gay sex. (I was just realizing I was bi and would eventually conclude GAY!) He had a big collection of gay porn videos. When he was off practicing and teaching I would spend hours jerking to his porn collection. I would just edge, keeping my ejaculation for our sex romps in the evening. These were all precondom videos and I knew I was hooked on raw sex. As I spread my wings with more men I was consumed with thoughts of getting rid of the condoms so our sex could be like in those first porn videos.

Did it become a two-fer?

That would be this hairy daddy! Breed my insatiable thirsty ass💦😜😜

Great read ... thanks!