Tanbbottom

Great start. 

More please. 

"I really shouldn't get out of bed and offer myself to Chad ..."

But we will all be disappointed if you don't!!!

Sex with somewhere over 100 and somewhere under 300 I suspect. 

I do know 71 guys have cum in my ass  ... and yes I'm still counting!😈

5 hours ago, onlyraw said:

Actually when I was young (way back in the day) this is what beginners used to…. It was kind of all that was around…. The problem with it is that it is kind of a mess to clean up  (lol… I did have one top who wondered why my hands were always so soft … I explained that it was because I used Vaseline to jerk off … sex product and beauty product all in one) 

 

and I think it is what a lot of guys used up to the mid 80’s when we started using condoms…. Because of course it eats through condoms 

so now it would be especially useful for bottoms if they wanted to stealth a safe only top in to bb sex …. Bottom just has to pre lube with Vaseline… and give it time and the condom wearing top will wonder why fucking suddenly feels so much better….

I met up with a young guy once. I was disappointed he wanted to wear a condom to fuck me  ... that was until I saw he was using Vaseline  for lube. He was horrified when he realized he'd pump his cum deep into my ass. I was more than delighted!

Great writing. Thanks 

It goes without saying  ... more please  ... can't wait to hear about the rest of the weekend!

"I'm not very good at monogamy " , well that's understating the obvious. 

Hot fucking series. Thanks 

More please. 

We would love to hear about the rest of the night.  How many breedings did your ass host?

Great epilouge .... yes it could be the start of a new series  ,,,, oink!

This is one fuckin hot story! Please keep it cumming and our anti-hero deceiving himself!

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!” 

 

 

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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.