Tanbbottom

Great start!

'Just a photo session' ... I love it. It's like 'just the tip'.

I can't wait for the next installment of this excellent story!

Hot! Yes more please. 

8 hours ago, homosapiens said:

Hallo everyone, 

I found out this forum recently and it has been an eye openener in many ways. So I thank many of its contributors over the years for sharing their experiences so openly.

Because I was not aware of these discussions during my life voyage, it took me long time to accept what I wanted. I've always felt that I did not have the right information and that I was arriving late to things. Therefore I created this account just to share my travel through gay sex discovery and unprotected sex in case someone can relate, provide an answer or simply add to their understanding on the topic.

1. Accepting homosexuality
I come from a small town where there was no gay scene and people were pretty closed-minded. I was raised christian, so even though I had those feelings early on, it took me a long time to act on them; I was really against it at first. I dated girls until eventually it happened: I built up the courage, traveled 1,000 km, and met the first guy I’d been chatting with online. I realized immediately that this was what I’d been missing.

The naive, inexperienced me fell in love right away. He was much older, and I dated him in secret for many years. I learned whatever little gay life we had through him and his conservative views; same with sex, just what he liked to do. But at the time, it was more than enough for me

I know now that it’s common for many men to start dating from a young age and build up “dating/sex experience,” if you will. Because I skipped that phase, when we finally broke up after years, I felt like a provincial teenager all over again. What do I do now? How do I meet men? Do I go back to women?

2. Discovering the gay scene
Eventually, I moved to a big city abroad for work. Feeling anonymous for the first time allowed me to break free and explore everything: the scene, the bars, the clubs, the apps, the cruising spots, the websites, and more. It was a constant discovery and an absolute overload of stimuli for months.

3. Flirting with Bareback
While getting into the dating scene, I quickly found out about something that seems obvious now: a lot of men weren't using condoms in random encounters. At first, I was disgusted and really judgmental... but I ended up getting tempted surprisingly quickly.

The situation soon became clear. With many of the hot guys I was attracted to, if I was the top, it was barely an issue. I'd just wrap up and go. But as a bottom, asking to use a condom was often met with resistance, or it would just kill the mood completely.

On the rare times I gave in (maybe because he was too hot), that friction was gone. And not only did it feel much nicer, it was way hornier. It was like an electric shock from the thrill, something I did not feel before.

4. The Guilt Loop
The enjoyment of the unsafe sex evaporated completely the moment I left the bar, though. The guilt would rush in like a storm, making me depressed for the next few days. Having been raised christian, I had plenty of experience beating myself up for "falling short." Not being able to discuss these feelings (which I thought as totally [banned word]) with my close friends didn't help, of course. The fear of HIV was always present  (and justified, I'd think).

This guilt loop would repeat every few months. I'd feel bad and stop going out > eventually move on and start feeling better > go out again keeping it safe > then eventually end up having bareback sex again > and back to feeling guilty and ashamed.
(I've read on this blog about many men who always had it figured out and went for it without any hesitation. I definitely envy your natual determination.)

When the urge was too big, I'd either hook up with someone I knew well, or I'd get drunk/high to let it happen more easily.

5. PreP, the Loop Breaker
When I first heard about PreP, I was firmly against it. My thought was, "Sure, it protects from HIV, but taking it means you'll have more bareback sex, catching other diseases and feeling even worse." It's a view that many still hold today, and I think it's a fair one.

Eventually, though, it became rather popular and many profiles mentioned it. So when the medical place where I got tested for STDs brought it up as a possibility, I agreed.

Well, as a surprise to no one, soon after I started using it, my condom use dropped heavily. I imagine some of you may have gone through a similar vicious (or virtuous?) cycle: The more bareback sex I had, the more I enjoyed it and accepted it, and the less I wanted to use condoms. The tables had turned, and I was the one putting up resistance to them now. It was very liberating!

6. Only Bareback
As time went by, I became mainly interested in profiles that mentioned raw sex or the more subtle "Safety: Let's discuss it." I stopped seeing the regular dates who decided to continue playing safe. I started going to sex festivals, private home sex parties, and I discovered sex with chems...

Raw sex wasn't just unprotected sex; it was the key that unlocked many new doors that were once closed by fear. It became the cornerstone for exploring many more fetishes and kinky setups. Barebackers are certainly piggier and kinkier, so the sleazy proposals started popping up. I accepted the new paradigm and went for them.

7. The Return of the Thrill
For 5 years, I embraced my new reality. It allowed me to discover sex in many more ways than I thought possible (not all of them necessarily good). I enjoyed a fully bareback sex life, but in a very discreet way. My app profile is always faceless, for example and without mention to bb. And I never really discussed these feelings in a deep way with anybody. It was great enough just like that. No drama needed.

That is, until last year's Christmas. Every year I go back to my home country for 3-4 weeks. When I arrived, I realized that I hadn't brought my PreP pills with me. [PANIC!] I had been taking them daily for years and my protection shield was gone.

My mental process over the days evolved making up excuses like this:
I. "Ok, no problem. Just stay away from sex these weeks. A little break. Easy."
II. "I could also have sex and keep it safe. No going back to condoms, but just avoiding penetration. I'll hit the sauna."
III. "If I only top, it shouldn't be any significant risk."
IV. "I really want to bottom as well. I'll just keep it as an exception for today."
V. "Okay, these holidays are the exception. I'll stop worrying and go back to PreP as soon as I am back home."

I did end up letting go completely. And there I felt it again, clear and loud: The electricity. That spark that I used to feel when I started barebacking years before in the bars. This electricity was gone without me realizing it, and now it was back on full force again.

8. The Return of the Guilt and the Common Interests
I came back after Christmas, got tested, and went back on the pills. It was like nothing had happened. Closed that chapter and back to normality.

A couple of months later, one of my regular dates, before one of our encounters, asked me if I was still taking PreP.

"What does he mean by still?" The question surprised me. "Well, yes I am. You take these pills forever, right? At least until they find a vaccine for HIV."

He agreed, but he told me that he was doubting whether to keep using them, that he wanted to enjoy sex without having to worry abou it, and that somehow, without them, it always felt much more "real."

Wow, okay. The boldness he was talking with really hit home. So I decided to share with him, for the first time, my deeper desires towards barebacking and what it had meant to me. I ended up telling about my episode without pills during those Christmas weeks.

My story triggered something in him as well, making him share now a lot more on the topic with an honesty I hadn't heard before. Coincidentally we were at a similar point in our sexual paths and it was cathartic to be able to share all of it without judgement or embarrassment. We agreed that we would not use PreP again when dating each other. We don't need it.

9. The Seed Idea That Keeps Growing
That agreement, which seemed a bit anecdotal at the moment, became a recurrent topic after our initial discussion. We began mentioning often how nice it would be to stop using the pills completely and why we felt that way. We went from the idea of not using PreP when together, to stopping for a few weeks for every encounter, as a nice reward for enjoying another date.

The idea of reducing my use of the pills keeps popping up in my head. And our influence on each other serves as a spur to keep taking steps. I started thinking I could stop PreP when fucking as a top, as the risk is lower and acceptable. He encouraged me to go ahead and give in to what I truly lust for.

10. Where to go from here?
This is where I am now. I know it is not logical and that it is irresponsible health wise. But I truly enjoy having sex without any protection. That feeling of not caring and just  submiting to an inner animal lust is really addictive.
Probably there is some brain expert that can explain how desires like this take such a strong hold, while they seem like an autosabotage to the average external viewer.
I'm afraid of HIV and in itself is not kink that I chase. I often find myself justifying with "nowadays most people are on pills so chances are really slim". I read on this page from people who were actually trying to get infected and failing during years.  But I don't even know if it is really true. Is it truly just a certainty and a just matter of time once you don't use protection?

I'm still taking Prep when bottoming with anon dates, but if my history with bareback is of any indication, that could easily be a lost war and that wall will eventually collapse as well. 

I read a couple of post form people that were in a similar spot, but I would appreciate it anybody has any advice or personal learning to share in this regard. If Im being just an idiot, then I want to hear too. I can take it. 

Anyway, thanks for reading it until here.

Thanks for sharing your journey and the vulnerability of your questioning.  

I can relate to many of your steps. 

I was pozzed before the development of PreP. I really wasn't chasing, but the night I said "fuck it, I’m giving into my overwhelming desire for bb" I got knocked up. I'll never forget the thrill of feeling him climax deep inside me. Knowing this stranger was newly diagnosed and therefore highly toxic just added to the thrill. 

When I left the doctor's office with my diagnosis I spent an instant feeling upset and guilty, but just an instant. I gave myself a shake and reminded myself I chose to take the risk "It's done, regret and guilt won't help. "

In my thinking and value system sex is meant to be intense! For me risk adds to that intensity! It's why I love raw sex with strangers. 

I would encourage you to trust your questions and trust your path no matter what others think one way or the other. If you need to embrace the risk, flush the pills in celebration 🍾 

Quickies! Recounted and shockingly more!

When I got back to our trailer my husband had happy hour prepared. Crackers and cheeses, as well as a very dirty vodka martini. Which included 6 fat and juicy olives. He knew this was my favorite.

I asked him, “Nice, what’s the occasion?”

“Why your ass getting so much attention. What else?” I was shocked by his words, clearly I wasn’t as discreet and un-noticed as I thought.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be that obvious.” My meek apology.

See, although we had agreed to an open relationship years before, I knew he didn’t play and had not trusted that he was OK with me doing so. I especially didn’t feel comfortable letting him know how much I play bareback.

He was unusually cheerful and spoke on, “No need to apologize. It’s not for me, but I think it’s hot when I know you’ve got a stranger’s seed painting your gut!”

 I was so shocked I chocked and spat my drink. When I regained my composure, he was laughing. “I’ve known you’re a cum slut since we met. When I gave an unlimited ‘hall pass’ with our marriage I knew full well how you’d cash it in. When that guy followed you into the washroom this morning I recognized the twinkle in his eye. By the time I saw him come out and kiss his wife I knew you had what you wanted from his man tool.”

“Sorry.” My meekest voice.

“Don’t be sorry. I was so proud when you landed loads from the two young guys that were on the return ferry. Not to mention your score with that hunky young dog walker. Four loads in one day! Is that your record, or have you scored more?” Who had my husband become?

I confessed; “Actually 6 loads today, two of the dog walker’s friends joined us.”
 

“That’s amazing! Good for you. So is six your record for one day?” He was so curious.

“No.”

“How many?” he persisted.

“You really want to know?” I didn’t trust what I was hearing I’d hidden for so long.

“Yes, I really want to know.” There was no hesitation or judgement in his voice.

“Twelve, I was the cum dump at Eddie’s birthday party, it was fucking amazing! TMI?”

“Not too much at all. I wish I had been there to watch. Did the birthday boy suck some of their cum from your ass?” I didn’t even know he knew of such sex play.

“Um …. Ummm… yeah. He had first dibs, and the rest was worked in the icing on his cake.”

“Sick … I love it! Why don’t you put some of that fresh stuff with your cheese?” He invited.

So, I reached in back of my shorts, harvested a few fingers of cum and ass juice and gobbled it off of a cracker. My shock factor was rocked again; he came across and planted a big kiss on my cummy lips!

“Don’t be so shy next time. I want to know every detail.” He urged.

I didn’t expect it so fast, but I was able to test these waters the very next day.

We were visiting a park with a trail to a series of vista lookout decks. There were a good number of other tourists but one caught more than my eye.

He was a tall, mid-thirties, bearded guy with dark brown eyes. Even for his big frame he had a huge gut which usually turns me off. But from the moment I saw this guy I just wanted to kiss him. Crazy I know, especially since he was with a woman.

The crowd was very dense at the next viewing deck, and I was almost pushed into this guy. His face inches from mine. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing his head and planting a sloppy kiss on his lovely lips.

I used the public washroom to take a dump before we left the park. When I came out of the stall a guy left the urinals and washroom. The guy I had been lusting after was leaning on the bathroom sink counter. I marched right over to him and planted that big fat kiss on his eager mouth.

I kept my question simple like the day before; “Suck or fuck? I know we must be quick.”

He pulled a condom out of his pocket and directed me back into the stall I’d just used.

With the door closed and latched I took the condom out of his hand and slipped it back into his pocket.

He had a stern frown and shock his head ‘no’.

I good naturedly shrugged my shoulders and reached for the latch. I had every intention of ‘moving on.’

He stopped my hand and reached to undo his jeans. He fished out a beautiful, thick and long hard cock.

I dropped to my knees and devoured it.

It was not long until he hauled me up, dropped my shorts and was on his knees devouring my erection. Even quicker he turned me around and was eating out my ass. Soon he stood and was pushing his raw cock into my rear hole. I pushed on back, so he soon was bottoming out in me. Two very firm strokes and he was unloading with a stifled groan.

I gave him a minute’s lead before I left the stall. He was kissing his girl when I emerged. My husband was smiling.

“You sly cum puppy. Do you like taking married men’s loads?” he light heartedly interrogated me.

“Oh, did he have a wedding ring?” I demurred.

“You’re avoiding my question.” Hubby persisted.

“I love all loads. Married guys especially when their wives are waiting for them.”

“Don’t forget. I want to watch!” He was serious. My stomach lurched and was twisting with fear at the thought.

A week later we were at a gay campground.

Of course, I went off to the outdoor play area as soon as I could. Things were slow at first. I had just climbed into one of the slings to try it out when a very tall, very slim, very red head approached me. Without a word he grabbed a packet of lube greased my  hole and slid his raw long slim cock into me.

Just before he came another older paunchy guy joined us. The red head pulled out and left and the paunchy guy’s short thick cock was in me. This guy got frightened off when, yet another guy joined us.

As the third guy took quite a while to lay on a very nice fuck I found myself wondering how I would react if my husband came looking for me. He didn’t, but my stomach twisted with fear all the same. Suddenly I was distracted by the words of the guy fucking me; “I’m close. Where do you want my load.”

I just pulled him in deep with my legs as he gushed six long squirts deep into my gut.

Later that night hubby and I went for a walk admiring all the campsites and the eye candy of scantily clad and naked men.

A big handsome bear was tending the fire beside his huge, impressive motor home. He offered hubby and I each a beer. He pealed his shirt and offered us seats by his fire. The chat was casual and easy.

I began to realize every now and then his hand would brush the increasing bulge at his crotch.

The topic easily shifted to sex as he stated, “So you guys strike me as a married couple, do I have that correct?”

Hubby answered, “Yes, 18 years.”

The bear winking at hubby. “I bet you have trouble keeping this one (pointing at me) faithful.”

Hubby answered again, “You don’t know the half of it.”

The bear while whipping his massive cock out, “Oh, actually I do, I can still smell the cum in his ass from this afternoon. Did all three breed you?”

I’d been seen, “Um no. Only two.”

“Well get down here, this cock won’t suck itself.” He demanded

The fear flooded my stomach, but I was still between his legs on my knees in a flash. As I took the luscious head between my lips I confessed to myself that the rush of fear is part of great sex for me. Let hubby watch, he can get up and leave if he doesn’t want to watch me be a slut.

Hubby didn’t leave. In fact, he followed us into the motorhome and guided the bears raw cock into my hairy moist hole. This fuck went on for quite some time and we tried a number of positions. Finally, the bear lay on his back and once again hubby guided the bears raw cock into my hole as I sat on it. Within a few pumps my cum guizer erupted. My ass contractions brought the bear over the edge at the same time and knowing he was breeding me deep in front of hubby accentuated my orgasm. My cum was in the bears chest hair, on his chin, lips, forehead and hair. Some had even gone in his eye!

“Fuck man, I’m so sorry.” I lamented

“Sorry? …. Sorry? …. What for? I never dreamt a guy of your age would have so much to pump let alone shoot it so fuckin far. That and I got to breed your ass.” Whipping some cum from his face he took a lick and then fed the rest to me. Hubby moved in to kiss both of us.

Hubby asked about my afternoon play time as we left the bear. Nothing would do but he escorted me back to the outdoor play area which was very busy after dark. He strapped me into the only vacant sling. Before letting my exhausted body out, he had guided fifteen raw cocks into my sloppy hole. Eleven those bred me and he crowd; “There, now you have a new record to break. And I got to watch most of it!”

 

 

17 minutes ago, Cumdumplvr said:

47 for me, I went a little crazy once I started prep but off now so trying to slow it down, not easy to do though!

Interesting game plan. Are you sure you want to slow down  ... maybe you love the risk and adrenaline rush!

Fuckin awesome start!!!

Quickies!

1)

I love riding ferries and never pass up the chance, the fact this one was free for seniors made it a must. We were about to board it to cross a harbour from one city to another. I knew I would need to relieve my bladder before being out on the water.

The public washroom was just off a small food court. From inside I could hear conversational voices without picking up on the details.

There were eight urinals, and I chose one on the end in the corner. As my stream started flowing, I sensed someone approach from behind. He had lots to choose from but chose the one right beside me.

Of course I looked. He was stroking a medium sized cock to hardness.

Before I even thought to edit my words, I blurted “Blow job, or fuck?”

His response was resolute, “Fuck.”

I headed toward the handicapped stall and on second thought decided on the closest stall to the door. Silly on my part really, but I thought the bigger stall would be too obvious.

As I released my belt and dropped my commando shots I could hear the buzz from the food court over my racing heart. He closed and locked the door, then grabbed my hardening cock and planted a kiss on my mouth.

I enjoyed this intimate act for a brief second and brock the lip lock.

In one voice, we both said; “This needs to be quick.” Then we laughed together.

“My wife is waiting.” He confessed.

‘My husband.” I abbreviated and turned to offer my bare ass.

As I hoarcked up some flehm and fingered it into my hole he asked, “Do you have a condom?”

“Nope, no need.” I encouraged.

“I won’t last log then.” He confessed.

With more flehm I moistened his hard on and aimed it at my eager hole.

He nudged on in. It gave me that wonderful ‘start of a fuck’ pain!

I pushed on back ‘til he was all the way in.

He was already breeding me.

“Fuuuccckkkk, sorry bud.” He lamented.

“Nothing to be sorry about my friend. We both got everything we wanted and needed.” I reassured.

I waited a short minute after he left.

The buzz in the food court made me smile as I exited the washroom.

I saw him with his wife. Then I saw my husband. It seemed neither were aware their partner just had a raw quicky.

I kept my butt cheeks tight as we boarded the ferry and savored the strangers load in my gut for the rest of the afternoon.

2)

 I noticed two young handsome Somali guys as we waited to catch another ferry back across the harbour later that same afternoon. It wasn’t obvious but I thought one of them gave me a knowing smile. Could he smell the semen I was carrying in my ass?

The four of us stood on the upper outside deck for the crossing. My husband’s back was to them, and I was on an angle so could glance at them without appearing too obvious.

It became clear that I was being cruised when the one that had smiled started subtly stroking the crotch of his jeans. A nice bulge formed.

When my hubby was distracted, no one else was looking, and I knew I had his attention I pantomimed a blow job.

He quickly checked that his friend was not paying attention and shook his head ‘no’. Then he created a circle with the thumb and index finger of his left hand and pantomimed a fucking motion with his right index finger. The message was clear. I know I was blushing, and we couldn’t cross the harbour fast enough for my liking.

As we disembarked, I excused myself to use the bathroom. The young stranger discreetly followed me in. We quickly ducked into the first cubicle.

With the door secured he ordered me to drop my shorts and give him my ass. Without delay I obliged. I hadn’t even seen his cock.

It must have been thick ‘cause it stretched me to the hilt as he pushed directly in. I was thankful for the first load as lube.

He began his fuck pumps right away and in earnest. One, Two, Three, Four, all balls deep, and then five even deeper, held it there, and was unloading.

As his heavy breathing subsided his cock softened and fell from my hole.

I went to pull up my shorts and he pushed me to bend forward again. He quickly exited the stall, and his friend took his place immediately.

In a whisper the friend asked. “Did he breed you?”

While nodding my head, “Um, yeah.”

This guys even thicker and longer raw cock was in me with no delay. I couldn’t help myself and grunted as the first few jabs hit my prostate. His hand covered my mouth and the pounding got more intense.

“Tell me where you want my cum.” He whispered in my ear and removed his hand to hear my response.

“I think you already know.” I whispered back.

“Tell me.” He insisted.

“Breed me, cum in my ass.”

I milked his erupting cock with my ass cheeks. It was clear he was a big cummer and I didn’t want a drop to be missed.

He had me quickly clean his slimy cock with my mouth before he took off.

Neither of them was in sight as I exited and found my husband coming out of a coffee shop. There I was carrying three strangers loads and he was non the wiser.

 

 

3)

We rode our bikes away from the ferry toward our campground. He was following me so I made sure not to stand going up hills in case my ass was leaking and leaving a tell-tale wet spot on my shorts. I was commando.

We eventually got onto an off-road trail that snaked through a dense wood. After a bit I noticed a 20 something guy walking his dog ahead on the trail.

The closer we got I could see more details of the tattoos on his muscular caves. He was a very fit looking guy. I snuck a glance as I passed to see his handsome bearded face. I stood peddling to wiggle my ass at him. I was hoping he was looking and praying that I had a wet spot on my shorts.

When we got to the top of the next small hill, I stopped to let my husband catch up. I assured him it wasn’t much farther staying on the same path to get to our trailer. I encouraged him to go ahead; I needed to take a piss.

Trusting guy. Off he went.

He had no sooner gone out of sight then the dog walker reached me.

“Hi” I said as I squatted to pet his very happy dog.

“Hi sexy daddy, waiting for me to pump another load into that slutty ass of yours?” His voice as smooth as honey.

“If that’s your thing young buck.” I openly continued the flirt.

“Just find your tree to lean against old man, we better be quick.”

I get off on danger so picked the biggest tree right beside the path,

His good-sized raw cock was deep in my hole when he asked: “Fuck man, it’s really wet in here, how long ago did he pump it into you.”

“About twenty minutes ago, but there were two.” I confessed.

“So, this is sloppy thirds? You old sly dog.” He drove these words home with extra hard fucks.

“Ummm …. Sloppy forth, I already had another stranger’s load on board when they took my ass.” Now I was boasting.

“Fucking A Old Man. I love a slut who knows they’re a slut and is proud of it. Oh fuck! This dirty talk’s getting me off …. Breeding your ass!”

“Hey Charlie, did you just say what I think you said?” Three young guys had slid to a stop with their bikes beside us, it was one of their voices that gave me the name of the dog walking stranger that had just bred my ass.

“Yup Sam. Your turn!” Charlie was breathless but enthusiastic.

Charlie was out and Sam’s raw cock in before I could object. I had no intention of objecting.

Sam’s cock was thin, but hard and long. My prostrate was very happy.

The other two watched with mouths gaping.

Sam didn’t take long and was soon pumping yet another load deep into my gut.

He pulled out and the tallest was in. He paid no attention to the third’s protest. “Are you guys fucking crazy? Anybody could come along at any minute.”

Charlie voiced what the other two were thinking. “No, we are raw fucking this silver fox. You’re crazy to pass up this opportunity.”

These words were barely out of his mouth when Charley, Sam and the third took off like bats out of hell.

A couple more pumps and the tall guy fucking me unloaded, pulled out, mounted his bike and took off in a cloud of dust.

Only then did I realize a woman with three dogs had appeared on the trail.

Blushing, shame faced, I pulled up my shorts and got on my way. Cum was running down my leg.

 

 

What an amazing story! I can't wait for the next installment!!!

On 2/9/2024 at 12:07 PM, 50latinos said:

 

And ironically gentlemen, there is never ENOUGH COCK . . . 

At least not in my ass! 

13 hours ago, bbpigbtm said:

You made him into a man& help him become alive👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻but dude got ask you rail him raw

This question was on all our minds  ... great to hear he really did loose his virginity! Raw is the law!

I so hope this works out for ongoing hookups for the two of you. So fuckin hot 🔥 

It was pretty clear Pedro knew these back roads well. I now knew his name and we soon had found a secluded place to park the car. He got out removed his pants and underwear encouraging me to remain naked.

He led me to a small clearing and showed me which tree was best for me to lean against presenting my ass to him. It was a well-worn place with used wipes and condoms strone about. Obviously, we were not the first have sex here. I began to wonder if Pedro brought all his male customers to lean against this tree. By the size of his manhood, I was not about to complain.

He wasted no time and was soon rimming and tong fucking my ass with plenty of spit. I had just started thinking about what a slut I was becoming when I realized he had stood and was introducing his mushroom head to my aching hole.

I was proud of myself when I called back to him; “Condom, you need a condom.”

He just laughed and breached my outer ring with his naked mushroom head.

He stopped to let me adjust to his considerable girth. I took a deep breath, relaxed my hole and as I pushed back onto his raw rod, I felt foolish but still said. “You should be wearing a condom.”

When he was balls deep he nibbled on my ear and asked; “Condom now?”

“We should.” I feebly responded.

He pulled completely out and rammed fully back in knocking the air out of me. “Now, condom?”

“Just fuckin, fuck me! …. Oh …. Fuck … that feels so good!” I caved.

After five minutes of his groin slapping against my ass he asked; “You like?”

“Oh fuck, yes, I like?”

“Like my bare cock fuck you ass?”

“Oh yes, I like it very much.”

“Tell me, use words.” He was insistent

“I love your naked cock inside me, fucking me!”

“No condom?” He teased

“No fucking condom!” I was clear.

“Cum soon, in you.” Was he asking a question or making a statement.

“Fuckin breed me already, cum in my ass!”

He rasped one more time, “No condom.”

“Yes, I want no condom, fill my ass with your load!”

With his first blast his right hand covered my mouth, with the second blast his left hand wrapped around my throat. With the next three convulsions each hand tightened more and more, By his last orgasm he was panting like a wild animal. I had never felt so captured, frightened and proud all at the same time.

I don’t know how long we stood bonded together there but gradually his grasp loosened, and natural breathing returned.

He was just pulling his softening cock from my sloppy hole when I heard another car pull up. Only then did I remember he had made a couple phone calls as we drove down the side road. He must have let a buddy know what was up.

Sure enough an older Mexican emerged into the clearing with his hardening cock already sticking out of his fly.

I thought ‘what the hell, why not’ and took my position leaning forward against the tree. The new raw cock was at my hole when I heard Pedro ask the new guy; “Where condom?”

They argued for a moment in Spanish before the new guy stuck a finger in my dripping ass. As he plunged his raw cock into me he barked; “NO CONDOM!”

Pedro just laughed and made another phone call.

This new guy pounded my ass for 20 minutes before exclaiming his release and holding deep. By now there were three more guys standing in line.

Each took their turn breeding me and Pedro raw fucked the last two as they gave me a very good time.

I had become so engrossed in this sexual frenzy that I completely forgot where I was supposed to be heading as well as the importance of my timeline. It wasn’t until we got back out to the main road and Pedro wondered which way I wanted to go that reality set in. It was now well past noon and my 72-hour window was disappearing.

Three miles up the road we came to a full stop in a traffic jam. Pedro made a couple calls and informed me that the road into the city was blocked by a medical workers strike. Only a couple vehicles were being let through at a time. The estimate for our arrival at the clinic was 3 hours. That would get us there 15 minutes before closing and even then the staff might be on the strike line.

I was now sweating bullets.

Pedro came up with a brainstorm. He knew a back road that turned into a back lane that went through a friend’s private property. If I granted the friend a special favour, we could take this treacherous route and shave off a half hour.

I didn’t ask any questions, “Thanks Pedro, just get me there.”

The road was extremely rough with deep ruts. At times the bottom of the taxi scrapped, and I feared we would be stranded. At other times there were deep ditches on both sides with the taxi wheels teetering on the edges. Finally, we went through a barbed wire gate and traveled on a cow path through a series of rough fields. The car stopped outside a shed that looked as if a slight breeze would knock it down. Pedro informed me it was ‘special favor time.’

I thought, “Oh right, maybe I should have asked. Oh well, too late now.”

An old woman emerged from the shed and motioned for me to get out of the taxi. Then she made it clear she wanted me to strip. I didn’t hesitate. She stroked my torso seeming to pay particular attention to all my hair. She then motioned for me to bend over the hood of the taxi.

I looked to Pedro so he spoke; “Three grandsons will fuck you. Not get you pregnant like girls.”

I grimaced, bent and took my stance.

The first young man came out, stood behind me and fished out his hardening boner. Gramma handed him a condom. He spoke in Spanish so I could only guess but I think he was pleading “Do I have to.” She ripped open the condom and began placing it on his cock. He relented, finished the job and jammed it deep in my hole. I was glad to have cum in there for lube, but even then, it hurt like fuckin hell. I screamed but he paid no attention and rammed away.

With each in stroke I was getting soarer and looked pleadingly to Pedro.

Pedro took this cue to distract granny. By now the other two young men were watching and saw me remove their brother’s condom, direct his raw member into my hole and very soon his young sperm was mixing with the Mexican cum stew already deep in my gut.

The other two were fast learners. They let granny watch them sheath their man meat but found stealthy moments to get rid of it before they entered and soon bred my sloppy ass.

The fact they all seemed a bit disgusted to be fucking a man just made me feel prouder as they ejaculated in my gifted masturbator hole.

Favour completed off we went and reached the clinic a good fifty minutes before closing. They were short staffed but rushed me through the paperwork and sent me into a treatment room.

I waited long enough that I was getting worried they might close before I got my PeP treatment.

Then he came through the door! A male nurse dressed in scrubs that accentuated every asset of his muscular hunky body. He was even free-balling and the tent at his crotch was sizable.

He quite professionally reviewed all the paperwork with me; reviewing my name, birthdate and nationality he explained he just needed to establish what brought me in and if I really wanted the treatment. I tried to rush him to hear my ‘yes I desperately need PeP, but he insisted on hearing details.

“How many sexual partners have you had in the last 72 hours?”

I had to do quick math; “40” I blurted

“Were you the receptive partner?”

“Awe, yeah, every time.”

“Did any of them cum in you?”

“Awe, yeah, they all did.”

“Can you drop your shorts? I’m going to have to check.”

I couldn’t believe my ears but did as I was asked and presented him my bare ass,

His finger probed me.

“Oh yeah, you’ve got quite a collection in there.” That’s when he stuck his finger in his mouth. “Mmmmm tasty!” Two fingers went up my ass, came dripping out, and were presented to my lips. “Have you had a taste?”

I instinctively licked his fingers off.

“Do you want some more?” he asked. I nodded yes and three fingers worked there way in my hole. He finger fucked me for a bit before finger fucking my mouth. I eagerly participated savouring every drop I could lick off.

“I take it you are not on PreP.”

Four fingers were now probing my hole. I’d accommodated some thick cocks over the last couple of days but nothing had stretched me like this. It was not possible to hide my groans of enjoyment.

His voice broke through my revelry. “Are you on PreP?”

“No”

“Are you chasing?”

He added his thumb.

My pleasure groan included the word; “What?”

“Are you hoping to get knocked up, looking to get pozed?”

Why in this moment did I equivocate? “Maybe? I didn’t think I was.”

“Were any of those forty loads toxic, did you know they were poz and unmedicated?”

“Some I guess.”

“Did you encourage them to cum in you anyway?”

“A few times I guess.”

“Did the word’s poz me, knock me up, ever come out of your mouth?”

Just then his hole hand slid inside my outer ring. I looked past my raging hard on and there was his bare wrist being held by my hole.

“Fuck me man, that feels amazing, even though I can hardly breath.”

“Yeah, I thought a cum whore like you would like fisting.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, don’t stop.”

“Do you want me to see how deep I can ….”

“Yes, yes, don’t stop!”

He pushed in a few more inches, or did I push onto his arm?

“I should be wearing a glove. I cut my finger just before coming in here, that’s why I was late, stopping the bleeding, I hate band aids.”

“I don’t care, bleed in me, just don’t stop!” I was so full I could barely groan out the words.

“I don’t think you understand.”

“I don’t care, just keep fist fucking me. Please! Please! Pease!”

“I’m poz and unmedicated, and your ass is torn apart. I’m literally bleeding highly toxic blood right into your veins. But you’re loving this aren’t you?”

“Yes. Don’t stop, let’s see if you can get in to your elbow.”

“My elbow? Are you sure?

“Yes, I’m sure, never been more sure.”

“Ok, but only if you agree to my deal.” He was grinning and this came out sinister.

“Anything, anything at all, you can do whatever you want to me.”

He began punching deeper and deeper into me the combination of pain and adrenaline rush was intoxicating. From time to time, I know I blacked out. I couldn’t believe my eyes coming to and seeing his elbow at my hole. His entire forearm buried in my stretched hole.

His voice was triumphant; “A deals a deal right?”

“Fuckin right man. Wow this is amazing. Anything you want.”

His arm slid out to his wrist before he somehow managed to slide his raw cock inside my hole and his fist. He was masturbating his raw poz cock inside my ass. He was firm and assertive; “Now tell me without equivocation what you want slut.”

“Jerk off in me man! breed me! add your toxic sperm to your toxic blood! Knock me up. Gift me.”

“If I cum in you like this I won’t give you any PeP, decide fast, I’m very close.”

“Do it! Cum in me! Knock me up. A deals a deal. No PeP for me”

With my ass so stretched I was amazed to feel every blast spray from the slit in his cock head. Each spurt spraying my guts. 6, 7, 8, 9 shots out of his flood gates.

As we were cleaning up he asked if I had really been after PeP. I assured him I had desperately come seeking it. 

"What changed your mind?" He asked.

"I heard a hint of uncertainty when I answered your direct question, was I chasing.  I knew the moment I saw you that I couldn't resist letting you knock me up if you were poz. I knew I was close to getting last minute PeP but deeper inside I knew I needed you to change my life. "

Pedro was waiting with the taxi to take me back to the beach.

It was dark but I could see Fred was smiling lounging in the hammock outside my room. His voice was light and airy; “So did you get your PeP?”

I opened the door before calling him; “No, so get in here and finish knocking me up!” 

 

 

Sorry for double post guys. Next installment is on it’s way. 

Moderator's Note: Fixed it for you

Fred had not missed a count. By late afternoon he kept reminding me about the eight loads in my gut and challenged me to make it a baker’s dozen at the sunset orgy. It would only take five loads and he’d be more than happy to whore out my now cum hungry ass.

I agreed to go to the orgy swearing I was only going to watch and to keep him company since his week with me was ticking away.

The beach was crowded with stunningly beautiful naked men to watch the sunset. A few left before the orgy began, but there was still a dense crowd. I would have been happy to stay on the edges and just watch but Fred insisted on elbowing his way through the crowd.

We were in the middle and could hardly move when I felt a hand planted firmly on one of my ass cheeks. Soon a finger inched into my wet hole. My spine tingled as a soft voice spoke into my ear.

“So, daddy, feels like you’ve already got a load on board. Have I got your measure?”

I don’t know why I didn’t just ignore him but I’m a sucker for telling the truth and maybe I wanted to boast.

“Not quite. There are eight loads in there.”

“Funkin amazing pops!” By now his raw cock head was pushing at my back door. The crowd was too packed for me to move away. “Ready for number nine?” He pushed in balls deep and it felt amazing. “You poz or on Prep daddy?”

“Fuck man, neither.” I confessed.

“With eight loads you’re living dangerously, leaving yourself pretty vulnerable. You must love the risk.”

He was starting to pound away; “Fuucckkkk, that feels good. I guess I am starting to enjoy the risk.”

“Good daddy, ‘cause I don’t pull out and my viral load is through the roof.”

Fred cottoned on overhearing these last words. “Is that young red head behind you raw dogging you and ready to help me knock you up?!?”

I was in such ecstasy I couldn’t answer, my eyes were rolling into the back of my head.

Fred’s hand found the naked cock snaking into my hole as he and the red head began making out. He broke their deep kiss long enough to declare, “Breed my friend’s ass, help me knock him up!”

As I could tell the young guy must be getting close, I pushed back hard on his erection and grabbed his ass cheeks to pull him in as deep as possible. My ass orgasms milked every drop of his poison cum deep into my guts.

What followed was a flurry of raw cocks pounding and breeding me. No sooner would one have unloaded and pulled out and another slid in. Before I knew it eight more strangers’ loads had sprayed deep inside me.

Fred was over the moon and convinced me to get my days count up to at least 20. He became even more my pimp, and I limped home after the 28th load. No questions were asked, and no information was offered. At least three of the 28 were toxic and I had no idea about the rest. I felt like a ticking time bomb!

I had another restless night’s sleep with nightmare after nightmare.

I awoke with one goal and snuck out of the room without waking Fred. I wasn’t about to give him any chances to put me off getting PeP as quickly as possible.

It didn’t take me any time at all to find a cab to take me to the closest city. He spoke little English and I little Spanish, but he was able to assure me he knew where to take me.

As we set out on the winding roads we cobbled together enough conversation for him to let me know he recognized me from the orgy the night before. In fact he assured me I was hosting one of his loads. My cock stirred with this revelation.

He apologized that the air conditioning wasn’t working in his cab and wondered if I minded if he took off his shirt. Why would I mind, I didn’t say anything, just removed mine.

Unlike most Mexican cab drivers, it was clear from his bare shoulders this guy worked out. Noticing his strong neck and handsome face it dawned on me just how hot and sexy a man I had lucked upon.

“You like naked beach; you be naked in my cab.” His broken English.

I slipped out of my commando shorts feeling very naughty and enjoying the breeze all over.

He was smiling deeply and stealing glimpses whenever he could. He rubbed his chest as he said; “Love you hairy!” And then he asked; "I fuck you again?”

By now I was fondling a raging boner.

He took that as a yes and we were soon driving down an abandoned side road into the dry jungle.

 

 

99.9%

And the other .1% usually come around to sticking it to me raw. 

On 7/13/2025 at 11:03 AM, Bokkierob said:

My Buddies and me often group fuck my Boy, Drew. There’s 7 of us and we all take turns shooting our loads up Drew’s arse. The last time we fucked him his hole was covered with sperm after the third load, by the 6th load our sperm was leaking out over his balls and down his legs. I went in last. When I shoved my cock up his hole a massive load of our mixed sperm poured out of him all over my balls. I fukkin loved the feeling - hot and wet as I pumped my load into him.

Lucky Drew!

I would be almost 30 just having come out to myself. I would spend long weekends in the middle of the week with the first guy I had a long distance relationship with. He's the first guy I fucked (bb because I was no risk). He's also the first guy to fuck me, but wore protection. 

Anyway, he had a great selection of gay porn videos which I watched addictively when he went to work for the day. They were all early '80's tapes so there was never a condom in site. I couldn't get enough of them. 

With me having edged all day we would have wild sex when he got home. 

I awoke the next morning with Fred’s stiff naked cock pushing at my hole. 

I barked as I scrambled away; "What the fuck man! What do you think you are doing?" I was pissed and frightened, I'd slept restlessly and had numerous nightmares about getting sick. 

"Cool off bud. I'm just continuing the fun from last night." He didn't have a hint of regret or concern in his voice. 

"You fucking bastered! First you silenced me and lied that I take cock raw. Then you bred me with your toxic cum. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Fred now had a hint of irritation; "What’s wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You had plenty of chances to stop things and you didn't. You knew the bar tender was poz and toxic and you told him to 'knock you up ', so why are you angry with me?"

He had a point. Actually a number of points. 

"I'm just very frightened,  I don’t want to get sick." I  wined. 

"You've got 72 hours from last night to get PeP. Relax ass hole." His tone teased. 

"Fuck,  I don’t know where to go for that here. We better go right after breakfast. " I knew I was being irrational. 

His voice was firm; "We'll go tomorrow!" It was settled. 

You know how we all have a friend that attracts every mosquito for miles. I became that guy that day,  only instead of mosquitoes I couldn’t stop attacking cock,  raw cock. 

It started at breakfast. Our cute young Mexican waiter was extra flirty. When I came out of the bathroom he was waiting and planted a kiss on my lips. In one motion he pushed me back into the single stall, pulled the door closed, spun me around, dropped my commando shorts, bent me over the toilet and buried his raw cock in my hole. He knew he was on the clock so this was the quickest of pump and dumps.

I had no intention of telling Fred but I didn't have to. As I returned to the table he said,  "Now aren't you glad you're waiting 'til tomorrow for PEP?"

I blushed. 

Back at my room I stripped, lay my back on the bed, lifted my ankles and presented Fred my lubricated ass. He gave me a fantastic fuck and just as he finished breeding me the maid knocked. 

We quickly gathered our things and headed to the swimming end of the beach for a salt water rinse and cool down and to soak in some sun on our naked bodies. 

A handsome gay couple in their thirties lay nearby. Fred kept telling me one of them was ogling me. I just tried to ignore Fred and the young guy.

After a bit I noticed the same guy scribble a note before he got up and walked right by Fred and I. He dropped the note in front of my face. 

"Wait 1 minute. Then follow me to the hotel pool." the note read.

He waited at the path up the embankment away from the beach long enough to be sure I saw where he was headed. 

I was going to ignore the note but Fred was having no part of that. As much to silence Fred as anything I headed off. 

When I got to the hotel pool the guy was leaning on the bathroom door. He followed me in and pushed me into a shower stall before he spoke. 

"We've got to be quick, that's my husband on the beach. I saw your performance at the bar last night. Ever since you arrived this morning I've been waiting for the right opportunity to fuck you. Hubby and I always play safe with a third. He'd kill me but I need my raw cock in your ass."

I didn't argue. Heart racing I just leaned against the wall and reveled at what a cum slut I’d become in one evening. 

He took a little longer than the waiter, but not much. 

It wasn't even 11 a.m. and I returned to Fred and my towel with three loads in my ass. 

My plan was to keep silent but the twinkle in Fred’s eyes told me I had no secrets. 

Fred jumped at the invitation from the gay couple for us to join them for lunch. I've never felt so awkward in my life knowing I was hosting a load from the one partner in my gut.

The cheated on partner decided to invite us back to their room for a foursome. Fred and my last  breeder jumped at the chance. I decided since it would be safe play that I could manage. 

Daisy wheel sucking ensued and everyone seemed to be getting on famously.  Fred decided to tell the couple that I love to get fucked. The cheated on husband retrieved condoms and lube. 

His partner suited up and aimed for my hole. Fred distracted the cheated on husband. I felt my hole being breached, but was sure there was no rubber. I looked back and the removed sheath was stuffed into my mouth. 

Fred kept the cheated partner busy as his partner raw fucked and dumped a second load into me. 

Fred was next to fuck me and also managed to stealth breed me with the cheating partner distracting his husband. 

Finally the desieved partners sheathed cock was ravaging my hole. I'd been fucked lots of times with protection but hadn't been able to compare it with skin on skin fucks. This was so uncomfortable compared to earlier this day and my first bb fucks of the night before. 

I was just about ready to beg he take it off when the feeling changed. The condom had broken, but I didn't say anything. This top also painted my guts and was mortified that he hadn't noticed the broken condom. 

It was only as Fred and I walked away from their place that Fred told me he had managed to switch their lube out for his Vaseline. Further, while I was receiving my third stealth load of the afternoon Fred was knocking up the cheating partner who hadn't asked any questions when he saw a chance to mount Fred’s raw cock without detection from his occupied hubby. 

 

As they were trading places I began my protest.

“No fucking way Fred. You know I don’t want this! Fuuuccckkkkkk!!!”

He was already plunging his toxic raw tool into my hole. The other’s had stretched and lubricated it but his member, especially when fully hard, was much bigger than any of theirs.

“God, I knew your hole would feel fantastic on my raw cock. And of course you want it. You told the last guy you wanted it, you told him to breed you.”

“You fucking ass Fred! You know this is different, and you know I don’t want what you have.” I continued to protest.

My mouth protested, my body and ass participated. Then my mouth stopped talking and started participating cleaning the cum covered cock presented to it. The mixture of three guys cum was tainted with the slight copper hint of my blood. They may not have been as big as Fred, but clearly, they had done some damage.

Cock cleaned and taste enthusiastically enjoyed my mouth was free again.

“Ok Fred, you’ve had your fun. And yes, before you ask, yes, you give an amazing fuck! your cock feels fantastic … oh …. fuck … you keep hitting my prostrate. Talk about pain mixed with pleasure. … oh yeah ,,, fuuccckkkk. But much as I love this you’ve got to stop ….oh fuck yeah … that’s it right there … oh yeah … right there.”

“I’m confused, one moment you say stop but then you encourage me to pound away. Which is it?” Fred wondered.

“Keep fucking me … oh yeah … just like that … fuuucccckkkk!!! But don’t cum in me.”

“You let those other guys breed you and I didn’t hear you ask them any questions.” He never missed a beat as he spoke.

“Fuuuccckkk mmeeee Fred … oh yeah, don’t stop,  … oh fuuccckkk yeah!”

“I’m getting close” he warned.

“Don’t cum …. And for God’s sake don’t stop ….”

“I can’t hold off any longer” He wasn’t even trying.

“Keep fucking me, but don’t breed me. Fuck NO FRED, I SAID NO!” He was pushed deep into me unloading like a fire hose. “Why did you do that? I told you, I begged you not to cum in me. Holy fuck man, what have you done?”

He planted a big sloopy kiss on my lips and pulling off to say; “I’ve wanted to do that to you for so long. Thanks bud.”

“You are most certainly not welcome. Well, I mean thanks for the fuck, It was amazing. But you knew I didn’t want your cum!”

By now I had forgotten we had an audience. That was until a big hairy bear walked up and presented his massive thick cock to my mouth. I was busy trying to manage the thing stretching my jaw and the argument with Fred had gone out the window.

The crowd took hold of me, creating a human sling they directed my ass to the bear’s huge erection.

Now,  we all see those guys in bars that we want to have sex with so badly we’d give them a month of our wages for one night. This bear was my guy. I’d seen him behind the bar when we first arrived. Shirtless, dark tan, gorilla hair over his chest shoulder’s, back and arms. Thick beard and deep smiling brown eyes. Every inch of his massive being was drawing me in.

He made sure he had my full attention and slowly motioned down to a dark tattoo almost hiding in the only closely cropped hair on his body. His bush. I could hardly make it out as he seemed to trace it, slowly it emerged and came into focus. It was a biohazard, poised right there above his massive toxic bat.

Drawing my eyes back to his the squint asked without the need of a word if I understood.

I cautiously and slowly nodded my head once.

With one hand he used fore finger and thumb to make a hole, With the other he poked his fore finger through the hole a symbol I took for fucking. Again, his eyes were seeking permission.

I slowly nodded.

He motioned again to the tattoo.

This was my chance to stop this insanity.

I mirrored his hand signal with my two hands, pumping in and out a few times before plunging in deep and tightly grasping hold of the penetrating finger.

It was now his turn to nod his head to indicate complete understanding.

His raw cock head began to kiss my dripping hole. He leaned forward and we kissed passionately, mouth to mouth.

His thick mushroom cock head breached my outer ring and I screamed with pain.

He held steady until he could feel me pushing onto him with my ass.

2 inches, 3 , inches, a few deep breaths, 8 inches, 9 inches (my inner thought’s ‘holy fuck!”) 11 inches, 11.5, 11.75 (‘holy shit’) Finally it was all the way in, 12 inches, bottomed out and impaled inside me.

The human sling, he and I all worked in perfect synchronicity to provide me the deepest wildest fuck I had ever received before.

After a couple minutes of this heavenly treatment, I finally heard his deep base voice.

“Are you already poz or on Prep boy?” (at sixty I love being called boy by my rugged top no mater what his age.)

My voice was feeble, “Neither. I’m negative, and I’m not on any protection.”

“But you know what my tattoo is about, and you motioned for me not to pull out. You know I’m going to knock you up? Right boy?”

Me even more feeble; “Awe. Yeah … I guess so?”

Bear to the human sling guys, “What do you guys think? Do I knock this guy up, right hear, right now?”

They broke into a cheer and chant, “Breed him, knock him up! Breed him, poz his ass!”

The bear was holding my face so I was looking him straight in the eye, he was demanding I answer.

Quietly I almost whispered “OK”, his eyes demanded I expand on what I meant, “OK, cum in me.” I used a normal volume. His eyes glared at me, if smiling eyes can glare, and I knew I had to shout, “Oh Fuckin breed my negative ass already! Knock me up, give me every drop of your toxic seaman.”

I had no sooner finished and he was buried deep inside me convulsing toxic spew up my ass like there was no tomorrow. Blast after blast coated my permeable gut walls.

 

 

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Public BJ to Public Pozing

My good friend Fred has been poz for over a decade. He’s been very fortunate and never needed to go on meds. Even if he had needed them, I’m not sure he would have. He loves passing on his ‘GIFT’. Mostly he finds willing ‘receivers’, some who even beg. Don’t get me wrong I love my friend; but, I wouldn’t put the odd stealth pozing past him. He’s got about a dozen confirmed notches on his seroconversions belt. And he’s very proud of these stats! He brags about them and more than hints that he could probably add at least a half dozen.

We’ve never had sex. He’s tried many times, even gotten me very drunk in hopes I would let down my safe sex guard. But it has never worked. I’ve asked him outright In our sober moments if he would even take a moment to hesitate to poz me if I gave him a chance. “Not for one second.” was his adamant reply. Thus my commitment to not even perform oral on his beautiful big cock.

Oh yes, I’d seen it while at nude beaches. I’d even seen it hard and in the action of raw fucking and breeding a willing ‘receiver’ on a gay club dance floor. I love giving oral to a beautiful big cock but there was no way I’d take this chance with Fred.

This story is about a vacation in Mexico where I let down my guard. Big mistake.

I love this beach village with Mexico’s only official clothing optional beach and go for a month each winter. Fred has heard me rave about the place and its notorious gay orgies after sunset. Being a card-carrying safe sex proponent I’d only heard of these. I had never even gone to witness the debauchery. Fred invited himself to join me for a week in the middle of my stay.

On the first night of his visit we got caught up on each other’s lives over a fantastic meal at one of the villages excellent restaurants. Fred was exhausted with jet lag, so it was off to my room making an early night of it. He propositioned me to share his bed but as we both sleep in the nude I politely declined.

On the second night Fred insisted we check out one of the gay bars in town. I’d heard they had added a dark room and made the mistake of telling Fred.

The bar was quite crowded by the time we got there. We had to push our way through a cluster of guys masturbating and sucking on each other to get to the bar. Drinks in hand we found a couple seats to watch this group of hunky guys play. Fred wanted to join in and I encouraged him, but he declined in favour of checking out the dark room.

This room had been roped off for the night and a bar staff person rudely made sure we understand it was off limits.

By now our seats had been occupied so we stood with the crowd watching the blatant display of public sex.

Fred kept pestering me that he wanted to join in. I encouraged him to do so. He complained he just wanted ‘someone’ (glaring at me) to give him a public blow job. I pushed back through to the bar and got us stronger drinks. As I sipped mine watching the sexual antics Fred gulped his down and was soon back from the bar with refills for us both. I teased him that I’d never fallen for this trick in the past, what made him think tonight would be different? He grinned, “You can’t blame a guy for trying. Come on, just a public BJ, you don’t even have to suck me off.”

After yet another round he never let up. I was now tipsy and the sexual energy in the bar just kept ramping up. Fred’s hand moved to my crotch, and he commented that I was clearly excited. I reached inside his shorts and found his member fully hard and ready for action. He took this as permission, dropped his shorts, and man handled me down to have his monster in front of my lips.

Thinking I could just tease him and put an end to his complaining I kissed the precum from the tip of his cock. He decided it was "game on', took hold of my head with his right hand and angled his cock deep into my throat with his other hand.

He was soon face fucking me with abandon. I tried fighting him off, but not for long. I love cock sucking and soon decided to let my exhibitionist shadow self come out in this public setting.

I went to work on his poz stick like a greedy four-year-old on his first popsicle. I decided I was going to bring him over the edge with my mouth no matter what. I knew he was determined to get his toxic load into me and add me to his belt notches. In accordance with harm reduction, I would at least control that it go down my throat.

I worked and worked and worked his cock using every trick in my oral repertoire but he wasn’t cumming. I was getting close to giving up when someone behind me exposed my ass by pulling down my shorts. ‘Damn”, I though ‘I shouldn’t have come here commando.’

Soon a stranger’s lips were at my hole, and I was having to good a time to worry about getting Fred off. I was lost in anal pleasure and the vigor of the face fuck had me reveling in being sexually used in such a public place. 

I didn’t notice the guy behind me had stood until I felt him lean over my back. Chills went through my spine as he spoke into me ear. “I want to fuck your gorgeous ass bro, but I didn’t bring a condom.”

Fred overheard this, using both hands he pushed my head firmly down onto his cock and spoke for me. “He never uses them, fuck him raw,”

“But I’m not a great top, if I do that I’ll probably unload just pushing in.” The stranger confessed.

Fred; “oh yeah! Fuckin breed him, he’ll love it!!!!” I couldn’t protest, my mouth was full, and Fred's grip was immense.

I could feel the strangers wet warm release as he plunged deep into my ass. Chills again shot through my spine as he once more spoke into my ear. “Fuckin great bro, thanks!”

As soon as he pulled out another stranger’s cock was sliding into my now well lubricated hole. Resigned to my fate I doubled my oral efforts to be sure Fred’s toxic load was released deep into my throat. Fred noticed the change and released the pressure on the back of my head. It occurred to me this was my chance to flee but the spit roast was just too enjoyable. Ten minutes of both my holes being pounded gave me lots of opportunities to keep this from going further but I was also enjoying being centre stage of a very admiring crowd.

With no warning the second stranger blasted his load into my vulnerable hole. He collapsed onto my back and as he regained his breath rational reason tried to regain control of my brain. But when I saw a third stranger tapping the second spent top, I nodded my assent. I even removed Fred’s cock from my mouth to proclaim, “My ass is all yours, give me your raw cock.”

Five minutes later I could tell this top was getting close. Emptying my mouth once again and turning my head I was surprised to hear these words come out of my mouth; “Don’t stop, don’t pull out.” He was already blasting away.

Fred’s voice was next speaking to my third breeding stranger; “Come switch places with me, he’ll clean the cum off your cock.”

 

 

On 7/6/2025 at 3:56 PM, DutchGuy1977 said:

Please ripper....come to me 💪 💦

Please ripper ... cum in me! ☣️☣️☣️💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

Great story 

How incredibly lucky for you and your ass. Am I jealous? Yeah.  Congratulations.