BurnAfterReading17

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For me bareback always feels better for three reasons. 1. The top enjoys it more and you can tell by the way he fucks you. 2. The precum is a constant source of lube throughout the experience so you definitely feel that difference. 2.1 when he nuts inside you, even if it's a small load it's like a magical gush of hot lube when you need it the most. 3. The heat from his dick radiates thriving my body in all the best ways. 3.1 if you don't feel him shoot his load in you, you'll likely feel the heat of his cum blasting inside you and it's amazing.

Almost. I was 17, at a family BBQ. My cousin and i had been fucking since I was 15. He just assumed if i was around he could dick me down if he wanted, even if i wasn't in the mood. This day was no exception. He had his shorts and underwear on the floor, mine around my ankles. I was laying on my stomach and he was laying on top of me, balls deep. His sex only ever lasted 5-10 minutes at the most, so it was easy to sneak away without people noticing we were gone. This particular time though, my brother thought we had snuck off to smoke weed and I guess wanted in on the action. Luckily we had the door locked. He knocked and jiggle the door knob telling us to let him in. We quickly got dressed and tried to look like we weren't fucking when my cousin opened the door. I don't think my brotherhood figured it out, but he sure was confused. Probably assumed we were about to smoke and he showed up a minute too early to catch us.

So this guy wasn’t an ex-boyfriend per se. In my “blank profile” days on Grindr, I was still very much in denial about my sexuality and so far in the closet you could’ve turned on a light and you wouldn’t find me. But this guy was a sort of regular hookup back in those days. I wouldn’t say “regular” in that we fucked often, but since literally all of my previous m/m sexual encounters had been a one-and-done situation, I would say more than once at this point was regular. Russell had a weird chip on his shoulder about me claiming to be straight and just horny. Today, I get it, but at the time it was annoying that he couldn’t just accept it. It was frustrating to me and clearly frustrating to him. He would ask me every time we met up if I had come out yet. I would tell him the same story I told him every time, no. Again, I want to stress that we only had sex maybe 4 times, and one backseat blow job where he nut in my mouth and it really freaked me out. I didn’t reach out to him again after that. Four years later Facebook actually recommended we be friends, so I clicked. He was about 5 years older than me, probably closing in on 30 at this point, and had clearly been hitting the gym since I last saw him. He popped up on messenger, asking what I was up to and why I asked to be friends. I told him it was the algorithm and curiosity. He then jumped right into, “Did you come out yet?” and I was instantly not interested anymore. I told him no and then pretended to be busy and bounced out of that conversation. About 2 years after that, I had started coming out as bi to my close friends, but only the gay ones. Mostly because I had gotten drunk at a gay bachelor party and hooked up with one of the guests who just assumed I was gay if I was there and one of the bachelors walked in on the sex and naturally had questions the next morning (but that’s a different story). So here we are, I’m about 27 at this point and out at a bar not far from my place celebrating the birthday of one of my closest gay friends' boyfriend. He had invited a bunch of people I didn’t know from his office. To my surprise, one of them is my Grindr friend Russell. From the look on his face, he’s equally surprised to see me. When introduced we smile and do the “nice to meet you,” without telling anyone we know each other. Throughout the night we all get pretty drunk and Russell is always catching my eye. I’m not sure if he’s looking at me or if I’m looking at him, but we didn’t really talk at all. The birthday boy leaves, along with his boyfriend (my friend), leaving me with a couple people I kind of know and a few people I don’t really know at all. The group squeezes into the empty seats, Russell now seated right next to me. He man spreads and his leg is flush against mine. We are all talking, getting to know one another, the “well how do you know the birthday boy” question goes around like herpes. “Where do you live,” was another popular one. Turns out Russell has moved to Staten Island, which is a hike from where I’m at in Manhattan only a few blocks from the bar. When the question comes to me I casually mention I’m only a few blocks from here and make a point of *not* making eye contact with Russell, but I feel his stare burning a hole in me. A round of shots and drinks later, I’m pretty wasted. I go take a piss, then to the bar to cash out. Russell is already signing his receipt. “Heading out?” he asked. “Yeah, ready for bed,” I joked. “You asking me to join you?” He half joked. I signed my receipt and looked up to meet his eyes, he was as drunk as I was. “You didn’t drive did you?” I asked. “I did,” he said. “Well, you can’t drive home. You want to crash at my place? I asked. He looked around, “do you want me to come over?” I laughed, “I’m offering you my couch.” “Boo,” he joked. “I’m heading out now, are you staying?” I asked. “I’m going with you,” he said. We walked the few blocks to my place, riding the elevator in awkward silence. I let him in, the apartment was dark and quiet. It was a one-bedroom, but small, and shaped weirdly. The bedroom barely had room for a queen-sized bed and you couldn’t get the door to fully close because of it. You could only access the bathroom through the bedroom, and because of the bed you had to barrel roll over it to get the the bathroom. The living room/kitchen was all of 20’x7’, with just enough room for the couch and a coffee table and nothing else. “You can crash on the couch or cuddle with me, up to you,” I told him. “I’m going to hop in the shower real quick. I took a quick shower just to wash off NYC before getting in bed. Russell took the shower next. I put on a pair of army-green briefs and face-planted in the bed. A few minutes later I heard the water turn off. Russell came out. I half rolled onto my side and turned my head to see him, toweling off but otherwise naked. His body was much more cut than it was years ago when we hooked up. He smiled when he noticed me checking him out. “Like what you see?” he asked. I got a little embarrassed and put my head back in the pillow. I mumbled something like, “sort of.” I felt him climb onto the bed, then he climbed on top of me. I felt his naked body flush against mine, he’s bigger than I am in every way so he fully covered me. His weight felt nice and comforting, his hardening dick rubbing between my ass cheeks got my heart beating. The only thing between us was the thin layer of fabric of my briefs. “What are you doing?” I mumbled into the pillow. He felt up my body and dry humped me, “mmm, you going to give me this ass again?” “I’m too tired,” I mumbled. I felt him sit up, straddling my ass, massaging it with his hands. It felt good, I let out a little moan. “Come on man, old time sake and all that,” he said, massaging my lower back down to my ass, letting his hands slide under my briefs so he could continue his massage. “uh ah,” I groaned but didn’t push him off. He tried to tug my briefs down but my hard dick kept them in place and I wasn’t trying to help him on this quest. I really was tired and drunk, not to mention I wasn’t really into him after our last hookup. He had freed my butt cheeks and was boldly feeling them up, spreading them apart and breathing heavily as he enjoyed the view. I felt his weight shift and he leaned down, his tongue suddenly lapping at my hole. I couldn’t help but moan. I wasn’t trying to get fucked, but I’d certainly let him eat my hole. He had never eaten my hole back in Brooklyn, this must be a new skill he picked up over the years, damn it felt good. I couldn’t help but let my hole loosen enough to let his tongue really get inside my hole. “mmm, fuck,” I moaned into the pillow that I was now hugging. “Your hole is still so tight,” he said and then continued eating. A few more minutes of getting my hole eaten and he shifted his weight again, suddenly his dick was sliding across my spit-covered hole. “What are you doing?” I asked, muffled by the pillow. “I really want to fuck you,” he humped gently across my hole. “Mmm, nah man,” I groaned. “Come on dude, I’ll be quick,” he pleaded. I laughed, “so not much has changed,” I joked. “Fuck you dude, let me get inside, I’m so horny I really will cum in a few pumps,” he said, spreading my ass and letting his dick head push on my hole. “ugh…” I groaned, annoyed and horny. “Fine,” was all I said, resigned to the fact that this was not going to be for me but to get him to go to sleep. “Where are your condoms?” he asked. I vaguely pointed behind him, “on the dresser with the lube.” He leaned over, “There’s lube, but I don’t see any condoms.” “Try the drawer?” I shrugged. He pulled open the top drawer, “underwear, tic tacs, poppers, and socks, but I don’t see any condoms.” “Give me the poppers,” I said, sitting up on my elbows. He handed them to me and I quickly took a hit, then another, then tried to offer him some. “Nah, thanks. Do you have any in your bathroom?” He asked. “No, if there are none in the drawer then I’m out, you don’t keep one in your wallet?” I asked. “I’m not fifteen,” he laughed, climbing back on the bed, sliding his hard dick across my hole again while holding himself up in a pushup position. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I could fuck you raw,” he suggested, with a tone that made it sound like he was doing me a favor. I laughed, turned my head to look at him over my shoulders, “have you been tested recently?” “Yeah, all good,” he quickly answered. I dramatically plopped my head into the pillow, “fine, but be gentle, it’s been a while.” He reached for the lube and started pooling it in my hole. I took another hit of poppers, then another. I felt him smearing the lube on his cock and then his cock searching for my hole. He pushed hard. “Ow, fuck man, geeze,” I nearly bucked him off. “Take it easy.” “Sorry, just relax, you’re really tight,” he told me. Then started to gently push and my hole started to give in and the head popped in. “mmm,” he moaned. “Ungh,” I groaned. “Just breathe, let me in,” he whispered, still slowly pushing in. Thankfully he was not huge, a solid 6” cut, and average thickness, felt like a baseball bat though. He bottomed out and held it there. “Fuck you’re so tight, feels so good.” I didn’t say anything, just tried to relax. Another hit of the poppers and he started to slowly pull out and push back in. It only took a minute for him to get a slow but good rhythm going. He wasn’t trying to pound me, but he was aggressively trying to get as deep as possible. He lay flat on my back, kissing my neck and nibbling my ears. Holding tight to my hips as he rocked his dick in and out of my hole. It was starting to feel better, his precum was lubing me enough that I could enjoy the sliding across my prostate. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan. With every thrust into me I felt his grip tighten, his trimmed chest hair gently scratching my back as his dick pleasured my insides. This was way better sex than when we hooked up years ago. I felt my hole letting him in deeper and my ass flexing up to meet his thrusts. “mmm,” I moaned. “Yeah, fuck, I’m not going to last long,” he warned. Picking up the pace, really getting deep, I felt him start to swell inside me, more with each thrust. “Fuck, I’m about to cum,” he warned. “mmm,” I moaned, flexing my ass as best I could to increase his pleasure. “Oh shit,” he nearly yelled, “I’m humming,” he whispered, thrusting deep inside me. His dick spasmed and twitched, the heat from his load radiating inside me as he thrust a few more times, smearing his cum as deep as he could. “Fuck,” he gasped and suddenly stopped thrusting and his grip loosened. He lay on top of me, trying to catch his breath as his dick went limp inside me. Our bodies were sticking together, he moaned one last time and then rolled off of me, his dick sliding out as he went. I pulled my briefs back up and passed out. I woke up a few hours later to his loud snoring and sunlight streaming in the open widow. I had a wicked hangover, very much regretting letting him fuck me again. I got up and took a long hot shower to kill the hangover and wash away the sex. I heard a knock on the door, “hey I have to head out,” he yelled through the door. “Ok,” I yelled back. “I’ll hit you up, let's hang out soon,” he said. “Ok,” I yelled back again. I heard the outside door shut and I finished up my shower. Toweled off and noticed a condom wrapper in the bathroom trash. It hit me, I did use the last condom last weekend. Oh well.

I'm glad you liked it. I want more detail-oriented stories too. I need you and others to write them so I can read them. It would also be nice if the filtering on this site was easier to work with. "Your last load" is ten thousand pages long and you can't filter it at all [facepalm].

It was somewhere around 2009, I was done with film school and working gig to gig. Mostly working paycheck to paycheck at this shit job in an equipment rental house/studio in the city. Still struggling with my sexuality to an extent, certainly deep in the closet at this point. I was still telling myself that sex with guys was only when I was really horny and masturbation wasn’t cutting it. I always played safe, well not always, but I tried to. This was before PrEP. So as far as I was concerned, as long as I had sex with guys infrequently and with protection, no one would ever know and one day I would just quit altogether and go about my life as a straight guy. Most of my hookups with other guys would happen at this point through Craigslist. It was the Grindr of the time. You could put what you were looking for, with pics, all the responses would come straight to your email where they would live until you wanted to respond, it was great. One drunk night I had post an ad and then passed out. A few days later I checked that email, which was a burner email, I had way more responses than I normally got. I looked at my ad to see what I wrote to get so many hits. “22, straight, kinda tipsy. Mostly like a quick fuck,” was all it said, with a torso pic of me in my white CK briefs, my head obviously not in the picture. Half of the responses were from guys I would never sleep with. I wouldn’t say my standards were higher in those days, I just had a mental block that only allowed me to sleep with guys who were “model attractive” because…somehow that made it less gay? Filtering most of them out, deleting the ones that were just old man dick pics and guys who wanted me to call them “daddy”. I responded to a few, most of them never got back to me because. I found that most of them were burner accounts and if you didn’t respond within an hour, you usually never got a response. One guy hit me up the next day. “Hey, sorry I missed this, you look hot. I was only in town that night, had some work in the city. I’ll be back in a couple weeks though. 26/m/DC here.” He attached a similar torso pic, clearly he worked out, he was maybe 5’10”, and looked like a frat bro-leaning Abercrombie model. He even wore Abercrombie white briefs in the photo. That prompted me to ask if he was a model or if he was catfishing me. He responded saying he was neither a model nor catfishing me. Apparently, he did something in finance/banking, but neither of us got into specifics. He asked what I was into. I explained that I’m not gay, just get horny sometimes and need sex. “Oh, so do you like to fuck or get fucked?” He asked. At this time I was pretty versatile, “I usually like to fuck, but that night I was pretty tipsy and was trying to get fucked.” I told him. “Damn, I wish I had caught you at the right time. Did you get fucked that night?” “No, honestly I basically post that ad and then passed out after. Was incredibly hungover and horny the next day. I certainly wished I had got your message though.” I teased. “Yeah, would you have let me fuck you?” He asked straight up. “Maybe, depends on how big you are, I’m not a pro.” I joked. “It’s not that big, like 7.5 inches, cut.” He attached a photo, it sure looked bigger, and thicker than mine. “Damn, it looks big, I would’ve let you try though, as long as you’re gentle,” I told him. “I’m always gentle, love to feel a tight straight boy open up for my dick.” He told me. “You ever been rimmed?” “No, I don’t think so anyway.” I was at work when I got that email so I didn’t look it up. “You’ll love it, it’s when I use my tongue to tease your hole, get it lubed up and ready for my dick. Makes it easier to slide in when your outer ring is primed and ready, almost begging to get fucked.” This one made me horny as hell. Good thing I’m a briefs guy, I was able to hide it while at work. When I got home I stripped down to my underwear, my 22-year-old dick was hard before my pants came off and I was ready for some porn. I did take a quick pic with my flip phone and emailed it to him, “Damn, that sounds hot, look what you did to me.” I captioned. “Look at all those spread legs, love to fuck you in that position, that way I can watch your face as you feel me push balls deep into your tight hole. Do you like to kiss?” He asked. “Not really, I’m not really into guys like that,” I told him, which was true, at the time I felt like somehow that was a bridge too far, like kissing would make you gay, whereas getting fucked by a guy was just some form of extreme masturbation between friends. “That’s cool, I get it, but would you stop me if I tried?” he ased in a single sentence response. Now, I’m jerking off at this point and felt like he would stop responding if I didn’t give him the answer he wanted. “I wouldn’t stop you, in the heat of the moment…what ever happens, happens.” “Good, when you are balls deep in a guy, a deep kiss unlocks the hoe in him, then I can really fuck him like he needs to be fucked.” He fired back. Something about this wording got me going. Up to this point, I had had good sex with some guys, I had had bad sex with some guys, but I knew the best was yet to come and this guy seemed to know what he was doing. “Damn man, I really need to get fucked now.” “Yeah? With condoms or bareback?” he asked. “I try to make condoms a rule,” I told him. “Yeah, raw feels so good, but it’s important to play safe,” he fired back. “Have you ever let a guy fuck you raw?” I knew where this conversation was going, if he was in the city and trying to get in me tonight I would’ve lied and shut it down, but I figured there was no harm in feeding that flame. “Yeah, I mean, I’ve been caught up in the moment and things happen,” I was vague. “Oh yeah, I know about that. I’m STD-free and want to stay that way, so I use condoms all the time. I have had the occasional ‘heat of the moment’ fuck, but that’s rare. Were you hoping to get fucked raw, that night I mean?” He asked. I had to think about this. “I was pretty drunk, I wasn’t even thinking about that. If we had met up, I probably would’ve just gone with the flow. Good thing you prefer condoms.” I told him. A few minutes went by, and I refreshed a few times, still slowly jerking myself off. “I probably would’ve pushed in raw, got a few strokes in just to feel it, then I would’ve wrapped it up.” He finally responded. This made my balls tighten. My hormone-filled brain thought, “yeah that makes sense.” So I quickly typed back, “Mmm, that’s hot, I wouldn’t have stopped you.” I told him. Before he could respond I felt my balls tighten and instantly hot cum was erupting onto my abs and pooling in my belly button. I went to clean up and never checked for another email from him before going to sleep. ****** Two weeks later I was at work on a Friday night. They had me at the front desk because one of our studios was being used to film a music video. So I spent most of my night online. While the studio technically was closed at 11 pm, we had an unwritten policy to let productions stay until 1 am as a courtesy. By 10 pm my friends were all out having drinks without me, I had a few dozen texts telling me to “just lock up” and stuff like that. A producer came over to me and asked me if it would be possible to stay a little later than the 11 pm “hard out”. I acted like I was doing him a huge favor, even though this kind of thing happened often, but I told him as long as they wrapped by 11 and were out the door by midnight I would turn a blind eye. He thanked me and went back into the studio. About fifteen minutes later a production assistant came over to me with a six-pack of Magic Hat #9 and told me it was a gift from the producer, as a “thank you.” I wasn’t going to say no, I took it and cracked one open. Then a second in what felt like no time at all. By 11 pm the music was still thumping so I knew they were not packing up yet. I looked around to make sure no one was near me, then I opened Craigslist on my laptop. I looked at a few posts, but I never responded. Honestly just being on the website made me feel like I was going to get “caught” so I just quickly posted an ad, really just hoping to get a few responses and chat, but not actually hook up. I looked into my burner email and saw a bunch of junk and an unread message from the guy from DC. There were a few unread messages actually. This made my dick jump to attention. “That’s so hot, man, how many strokes can I get in before I should wrap up?” the first message said. “Did I take it too far?” The second read, a day later. “Hey, not sure if you’re still interested, but I’m going to be in the city again this weekend. I’ll be at the Rennasaince in Times Square if you want to meet. No pressure.” This one was time-stamped yesterday. I cracked open a third beer, I’m a bit of a lightweight so I shouldn’t be on a third beer in an hour. I started to respond to his email a few times, then deleted. I kept reading and rereading what we said, looking at his body and dick pics, I was hard to the point of frequently checking to make sure my precum wasn’t visible in my jeans. “Hey, sorry I didn’t respond. I was jerking off and as soon as I blow my load I’m not really into guys anymore, if that makes sense. I’m having a few drinks right now, but I’m not going to be free until at the earliest 1 am.” I told him, not even expecting a response. I went to the bathroom to make sure I was “fresh”, and tried to dry the precum already leaked into my red briefs. Back at my laptop, I had a bunch of new responses from guys to my recent ad. The only one I read was from DC guy. “I’ll be up. I just got checked in a little while ago. I was going to hit up the sex shop and get some lube and stuff, you want to come by the hotel when you’re done? Or I could meet you out?” I quickly replied that I would meet him at his hotel and he fired back with the room number. I logged out and did my best to rush the load out in the studio. Finished a fourth beer and headed uptown to meet the guy from DC. ***** Even after four beers, I was a nervous wreck by the time I was riding up the elevator. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest and I had to really focus to keep my body from shivering from the adrenaline rushing through me. Thankfully he looked exactly as he described, and his pictures were not old. He was wearing a robe, having just showered but it was loose on top so I could see his toned body. This didn’t settle my nerves, only made the anticipation worse. Him being in his robe meant he was naked underneath and I felt this meant I couldn’t back out, or at the very least I needed to make sure he got his nut. He recognized my nervousness and offered me another drink. I accepted and we just chat for a few minutes while I sipped my drink. It helped me get comfortable. Turns out his name is Bryce. The second I put my empty drink down, Bryce’s hand was on my upper thigh. My dick is instantly hard in my briefs. I’ve done this “hookup” with strangers before and it never gets less awkward for me, I don’t know what he’s into, I don’t know if I should be more aggressive or passive, I don’t know what’s a turn off for him, so I try to just follow his lead. His hand slides up my pants and cups my balls from the outside, I let out a soft moan. He smiles, and his dark blue eyes twinkle. “Let’s go to the bed,” he calmly says. I nod. Kicking my shoes off, he grabs a black grocery bag and pulls out a few items, setting them on the nightstand. He slides his robe off, his muscular back facing me, his ass is meaty and firm. I quickly start to undo my pants and push them down. The drinks hit me hard in this moment and I nearly fell over trying to get them off, twisted around my ankles, I fell-sat on the end of the bed, clumsily pulling the pants inside-out to unshackle my ankles. He turns to me, ripping the plastic safety color off a new little brown bottle with his teeth, spitting it to the ground as he walks over to me. His dick quickly grew to full attention, I swear it was bigger than he said it was, or maybe mine was smaller than I thought either way, it was big, like a baby’s arm holding an apple, now inches from my face as he stands in front of me. He leans down and pulls my shirt off over my head, leaving me in just a pair of red Armani briefs and black ankle socks. I could smell his scent and soap from his shower wafting off his crotch as it was dangling in front of me. I looked up and he was smiling down at me, giving me the look of a man expecting me to put his hard dick in my mouth. I’m not very experienced in oral sex. To be honest, I was always a bit of a germaphobe growing up, so it took me into my late teens to even enjoy kissing (girl or guy), the idea of putting someone's privates in my mouth made me too uncomfortable, didn’t matter the sex. But, I knew I couldn’t expect to receive without giving, so I would do it, but my heart was never in it and I knew they could tell. Thankfully Bryce had just showered and I knew it was as clean as it would get, so I grabbed it with my hand and pulled him into my mouth. With my eyes closed I did my best to suck his dick, I felt my eyes water when he tried to thrust into my throat, I would gag, but thankfully no more than that. After a couple of minutes and one really forceful thrust, I had a panic moment and pulled off his dick, jerking it slowly, covered in my saliva. I wiped the wetness from my eyes and mouth as I jerked him. His hand massaged my head, gently nudging me to continue. So I did. I heard him shaking the little brown bottle as I tried to suck his monster. He opened it and put it under my nose and I had no choice but to breathe it in since his dick was in my mouth. The smell was intense, my head started to spin and my heart started beating faster, suddenly I felt relaxed. He did it to the other nostril, telling me to take a deep breath this time and I did. Holy shit, the rush was amazing. I suddenly felt so slutty, like I really could suck his dick into my throat and I tried. I heard him taking a hit from the bottle as I bobbed on his dick, the subtle moan from him as I got deeper on him, and my saliva really started to flow. He capped the bottle and dropped it on the bed, grabbing the back of my head he started to control the rhythm of my blow job, slower and slower, deeper and deeper with every thrust. Suddenly my nose was buried in his nicely trimmed pubes, his balls hit my chin and I realized I had his entire dick in my mouth and throat and I wasn’t gagging. It excited me, I just let him start to slowly fuck my throat, when I heard him whisper, “I’m close.” I kept going, I had never gotten a guy close before just from oral sex, I let him keep fucking my throat and he said it again, “Fuck, I’m close,” and he pushed a few more thrusts and I felt his body tense, his balls tighten and his cock expand and twitch in my mouth as he shot a hot load of cum into my throat. My eyes went wide, and he let loose at least two volleys in my throat and slowly pulled out, another spurt filling the back of my mouth and another on my tongue until his orgasm stopped. I didn’t know what to do, I had never had a guy cum in my mouth before, I felt myself swallow what was in my throat instinctively as he nut, the rest that was in my mouth I wanted to spit out, so I jumped up and ran to the bathroom sink to spit it out. Coughing cum out of my throat, but there was no getting around it, I swallowed a good amount of Bryce’s cum. I could certainly taste it in my mouth as I swallowed and spit, then rinsed my mouth. Turns out cum doesn’t just rinse out, I had little choice but to let the flavor linger in my mouth. I heard him laugh, “Sorry man, I tried to warn you, when you didn’t pull off I thought you wanted me to cum in your mouth.” He confessed. I wasn’t mad, just a little grossed out, “it’s fine,” I said, wiping my face off, and walking back to where he was on the bed. “Fuck that felt good though,” he smiled a very sexy smile, dimples and all. Still wrapping my mind around what just happened I just agreed with him and picked up my underwear. "Are you leaving?" He asked. Again, I'm not a pro at random hookups, but in my experience, once the top blows his load…it's kinda over. Especially if I'm not already close to blowing my load. He could see the confusion on my face and snatched my briefs from my hand, tossing them across the room to the couch. He pushed me back into the bed, pushing me up so he could climb on the bed between my legs. My dick went from limp to rock hard in 2 seconds flat. He spread my legs wide so he could get a better look at the entire area, then dove into my dick getting it sloppy wet. He didn't struggle at all to take me into his throat, it was impressive and intimidating, but man did it feel good. I could help but moan softly while squirming from the pleasure. He then went down to my balls, sucking each one hard enough that it triggered my pain sensor before he would drop it from his mouth. Licking further down, and instantly blowing my mind, he started to rim my hole. I let out a moan that sounded like "Oh my God" but none of the consonants came out. He took that as a sign to continue lifting my legs to expose my hole for him some more, placing a pillow under my ass. Then diving back in, his tongue pushing into my tight pucker two or three times before he came up for air. "Damn that's a tight hole, you don't get fucked often do you?" I sat up on my elbows, "no, I'm mostly with women," o felt the need to remind him. Though that comment seemed to not register at all. He came up, wiping the wetness off his face his dick now rock hard again next to mine and his soft balls dangling on my hole. Like magic, he had the little brown bottle and was uncapping it for me. I understood the drill now and inhaled deep twice for him. My head started to spin, that rush came over me again. He capped the bottle and headed it to me. He reached for the lube on the nightstand and was pouring a generous amount into his hand. He smeared most of it onto my hole, gently he pushed in a finger, then a second with ease thanks to the poppers and lube. I was just enjoying all the pleasure he was offering up. He started slowly stroking himself, adding lube to his dick and then a little more to the fingers playing with my hole. "Take another hit," he suggested. I wanted that rush, though the last one hasn't worn off yet, but I did as he told me. A quick hit on each side. As he did his cock up and down my crack. "No, you have really inhale," he smiled grabbing the bottle and showing me how he did it. Then he passed it back, giving me a, "go ahead" nod. I took two really big hits this time, I thought I would pass out this time, but man everything felt so good, every little touch was tingling through my body. "There you go," said, rubbing his dick up and down my crack some more. Adding some lube as he paused right at my hole, his tip adding just enough pressure to feel where it opens but not pushing in. He let out a soft moan, "Man I want to fuck this tight ass," he continued to gently hump me so his cock slid up and along my balls. Leaning over me, he felt huge, over me, he leans in and gives me a peck on the lips. Then another and this time I instinctively kissed him back. Wow, he's a really good kisser. His tongue invaded my mouth the way it had my hole only moments ago. His hips were thrusting his cock up and down my crack, I couldn't help but wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his back as we made out with a passion I've never experienced with a man. I swear my hole slightly opened from the amazing pleasure I was getting from all the ways his body was touching mine, especially his hard dick sliding across my hole. "Mmm, can I stick in you?" He asked then started kissing my neck. "Ummmhmmm," I managed to moan. "Raw?" He whispered into my ear. My horny brain had nearly flatlined, but still had enough sense to say, "mmm, condom." He kept kissing my neck as he reached over to the nightstand, pulling one from the open box and then knocking the box to the floor. He returned to my mouth, and humped me some more, "Let me open you up before I put it on." He broke our kiss and sat on his heels, putting one of my ankles on his muscular shoulders as he maneuvered his dick head to the center of my hole and started to push before I could object. It stung, but my hole gave in quicker than it has in the past. I took in a sharp breath, "Ah, fuck man…just, just a few strokes ok?" I said through grit teeth, trying to relax. "Yeah, like a hundred," he grinned, slowly pushing into me. "Oh, mmmm, no, ugh, like ten," I managed to say. "Twenty and I'll wrap up," he negotiated as he slowly bottomed out inside me. "Ungh…fine, be gentle, I'm not a porn star," I reminded him. "Take another hit, it will help you relax and adjust." He held his dick at the hilt waiting for me. I slid my hands around the bed until I felt the little brown bottle I quickly to two big hits, then he did the same and then held it under my nose for two more. My head spinning, I felt my body give in to his iron-hot dick inside me. He slowly started to pull out, then push back in. "That's it, open up for me," he whispered. I tried to relax, the pain and pleasure of his dick was intense, but the pleasure was so good it almost didn’t matter that it came with the pain. His first few strokes were slow enough it was easy for me to keep count, I wasn’t at first but I was able to pick up at around stroke 6 because that one went a little deeper and brought back that twinge and a little bit of a yelp from me, “ungh, shit, easy, easy,” I whispered. “It’s ok, feel my dick inside you, fuck doesn’t that feel so good,” he gave me another three deep strokes in quick succession. “Mmm, yeah, fuck dude,” my hand stopped pushing on his abs to prevent him from going deeper and I started rubbing my fingers through my hair. He leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t hesitate to accept it this time, moaning on the deepest and hardest stroke yet, somewhere around 14 or 15 I guessed. His tongue deep in my mouth as he moaned into me and I moaned back, wrapping my legs around him as my hands explored his strong back. It felt so good. A few more strokes and I knew we were beyond 20, just to be sure I counted 5 more before I broke our kiss, “ungh, condom, oh fuck,” I felt my hips rocking up into him on his next downstroke. He thrust balls deep and sat up, “fuck, I wasn’t counting,” he laughed, “was that already 20?” He started reaching around the bed looking for the unopened condom, still balls deep in me. “You’re so tight, I would’ve guessed you were a virgin,” he joked, tearing the condom open with his mouth. I was in a fog of pleasure, “nah, just don’t get fucked often,” I said out of breath. He slowly pulled out of me, then tapped his cock on my hole, “felt so good in you raw,” he smiled at me, pulling the condom from it’s wrapper. “Yeah, for me too,” was all I could think to say. He rolled the condom down his shaft, adding a little more lube, then quickly lined back up with my hole and started pushing in slowly. “Unnnnh, fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck, so tight,” he pushed my knees up by my head and bottomed out. He started slow but quickly got up to a fucking pace. Alternating between hard and fast and then slow and sensual. His dick was hitting me in all the right spots, so I started jerking myself off best I could with my legs pinned to my chest. It was all too much, he was so sexy and his sex felt so good, I wasn’t going to last too long. After a few minutes he pulled out, “roll over,” he said, helping me onto my stomach. He climbed on top of me and sank his dick in one hard thrust. “Ah, fuck, easy man,” I moaned. His arms slipped under mine, gripping my shoulders from underneath so he could pull himself into me with every thrust, “mmm, fuck,” I murmerd. “Yeah, you like this dick in you don’t you?” he whispered in my ear and then kissed my neck. “Mmm, yeah, fuck it feels so good,” I could barely speak. He kept fucking me like this for a few more minutes and then pulled out, catching his breath, “fuck I got close,” he laughed, “not ready to cum again yet.” I rolled back onto my back, propping a pillow under my head as he put one under my ass again. I watched him pull the condom off his dick slowly and toss it on the night stand. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Need another one, this one’s done,” he said. Which I didn’t really understand. “It broke?” I asked, slowly stroking my dick. “Yeah, you’re tight,” he said, reaching for the lube again, adding some to his dick. Then using his slick hand to stroke my dick. I let him jerk me off a little and I reached for the poppers. He kept jerking me with one hand and used his other hand to jerk himself with his cock head rubbing my hole. It felt so good. I took a deep hit on one side, then the other. The rush came over me again, fuck everything feels so good. I took over jerking myself, I was determined to cum. He continuted jerking himself off on my hole, adding a little more pressure, then a little more until the head was back in me and my hole clamped onto his dick. Using both hands to spread my legs while he pushed just the tip in and out of my hole. “Mmmm, fuck that feels good,” I moaned. “Yeah?” he asked. “Yeah,” I breathlessly and furiously jerked my dick and flexed my hole. “Want me to give you a few more raw strokes?” he asked. I opened my eyes, still stroking my dick, “I don’t know man.” “Just like, ten more, I’ll count them out and then I’ll put on another condom to finish,” he promised. I didn’t say anything and he slowly pushed his dick all the way in and we both moaned at the pleasure of the raw sex. He bottomed out and then slowly pulled out. Pushing back in he counted, “mmm, one.” I moaned, spreading my legs and beating my dick as his cock slide across my prostate, “mmm.” “Two…ungh,” he pushed deep and my ass clenched as he hit that button inside me. “Ungh, fuck, I’m getting close man,” I warned him. “Three,” he went in harder and faster. I felt myself start to boil over, every thrust bringing me closer to liftoff, “oh fuck.” “Four,” he thrust. I clenched my ass on his thrust and he hit my prostate hard, “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” I warned. “Do it,” he thrust, harder and deeper. “Oh fuck,” my toes curled as he spread my legs and thrust harder and deeper into me, hitting that spot again. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” I nearly shouted as my body convulsed and my ass clenched on his cock as it thrust into me again, “ungh,” I moaned and my balls tightened. He thrust harder into me again, “uhhh,” I groaned as the first blast shot out onto my chest, he thrust and the second shot out even harder, then another thrust and I felt the rest of my cum spurt out and pool in my belly button. “Oh fuck,” I groaned. He held there, deep in me as I caught my breath. “Fuck that felt good,” I said out of breath as my orgasm subsided and I became keenly aware that his huge dick was still balls deep in me. Like a switch flipped and what was the most amazing feeling in the world was now trending towards painful. He slowly started to pull out and then thrust back into me, “ow, fuck,” I groaned. “That’s five,” he grinned. “Are you close?” I asked, pushing on his abs again He thrust again, “Six.” He held there, “getting there, going to take longer when I put the condom back though.” He thrust hard, “Seven.” I clenched my teeth, “ungh, fuck dude.” “Eight,” he thrust a little deeper, my ass clenching on his dick. “I’m not sure I can take much more,” I was struggling and it seemed like his dick was only getting bigger. He thrust a little more gently, “ungh, Nine…do you want me to pull out and put a condom on?” He thrust again, “Ten.” “Ungh, fuck,” I pushed on his abs, “I don’t know dude, I think you need to pull out.” He handed me the poppers, “try these.” I quickly took two deep hits and that rush came back over me, it definitely helped. He saw it hit me and started to thrust again, one, two more, then a third. I was pushing on his abs still, “wait, a condom.” “Ok, yeah, but you’ll still let me finish right? I’m close now but I won’t be with the condom on, you know how it is,” he thrust into me again. “How close?” I asked as he kept thrusting with a slow rhythm. “Mmm, fuck dude, it feels so good like this, I’ll cum quick if you let me,” He leaned down, smearing my cum between us as he kissed me and thrust hard into me. “Fuck, ok, just hurry, and don’t cum in me,” I mumbled. He kissed my neck and held my hips, I wrapped my arms around me as he started to fuck me faster and faster. It still hurt but I didn’t want to punk out and make him jerk off, so I just held on and let him use my hole. “Fuck you feel so good,” he whispered in my ear. Curling his body into me with every thrust. “Are you, ungh, are you close?” I asked again. Trying not to ruin his concentration and delay his orgasm. “Mmm, yeah, getting there,” he kept his steady rhythm, thrusting hard into me. “Fuck man,” I groaned, “I need you to hurry.” I clenched and tried to relax, though thankfully his precum was adding lube to my hole with every thrust, but it wasn't enough to make it feel good. “Ok, mmm, but you gotta let me nut in you,” he moaned in my ear. “What?” I asked. “I’m gonna hurry, but please let me cum in you, it feels so good,” he thrust harder and deeper, a little off rhythm. “Fuck man,” I groaned, “fine, just hurry, ungh,” his thrusting was really digging deep. Another minute of fucking me sensually, “I’m close, oh fuck, I’m so close,” he kissed me. I moaned, I felt his dick starting to swell, his thrust getting shorter but deeper. “I’m about to cum,” he said then continued to kiss me. A few more erratic thrusts, he broke our kiss and looked me in the eyes, “Oh shit, I’m cumming,” one hard deep thrust and I felt his dick twitch and the warmth of his hot load erupting inside me, a second thrust smearing it around and unloading more boiling cum as lube for another and another thrust. “Oh fuuuuck,” he groaned. His orgasm felt so good I couldn’t help but moan with him, “Oh fuck, mmm,” I held on tight to him without thinking, my legs warped around him, pulling him into me as his dick continued to spasm inside me and his body clenched and unclenched a few more times. “Oh my God,” he breathlessly lay on top of me. We both caught our breath, just laying there in orgasmic bliss. His cum lubed my hole so nicely that the pain I was feeling instantly disappeared and his last few thrust felt so good, it blew my mind. Not two minutes ago I wanted nothing more than for him to pull out, but now I wanted him to stay inside me. His cock deflated though and slowly the tightness of my ass pushed him out. He rolled off of me, both of us covered in my cum, his cum dripping out of my ass. “I need a quick shower before I go,” I told him. “Yeah, no problem,” he pointed to the closed bathroom door. I slowly and awkwardly got up, as though my body was broken and nothing quite worked the way it had before he fucked me. I took a quick shower, rinsing the cum off of me. He lay naked on the bed, watching me as I got dressed quickly but trying not to look like I was getting dressed as quickly as possible. “I’m going to be here all weekend if you want to go again,” he broke the silence. “Yeah, maybe, I don’t really do this often,” I tried to be noncommittal. Truth is I had no intention of doing this again, it was hot, but now that it was over I had no interest in sex with any guy. Which was an issue I had to work out over the next couple of years on my own. My subway ride home was long and uncomfortable. I was sure everyone on the train knew I just let a guy I just met, a stranger fuck me and shoot his load into me, a load that was still slowly leaking into my underwear. I got home around 5 am and passed out pretty quickly. The next morning I checked my email, there were dozens of new responses to the listing that I forgot I had posted, one email from Bryce. “He, last night was awesome. I’m so glad we got to meet up, really glad that you let me get those first few strokes in raw, though the last few raw strokes were even better! I hope we can do it again before I leave, if not I’ll hit you up the next time I’m in the city. I can tell you felt weird about letting me nut in you but don’t worry, I got a check-up before coming to town and everything came back negative. I’ll email you the results for your own piece of mind when I get back. Let me know if you’re in the mood to get fucked again, I’ll obviously wear a condom the entire time if that gets me back inside you. Hope to see you again, Bryce.”

I don't usually cum as a bottom, but if I do cum and cum first it does become unpleasant shortly after of the top continues to fuck me. That being said, I learned over the years that "no means no" and blah blah blah, but also I've learned everything is negotiable. Nothing is more irritating to me when I'm the top and the bottom nuts too quickly and then wants it to end. I learned as a bottom that I don't want to ruin my tops orgasm like that so I need to communicate that I'm getting close and that he needs to get there too. If I still find myself in a position of cumming first I give the top fair warning that he needs to "hurry up" if he wants to get his while fucking. Then the top knows he is against the clock and needs to focus on his nut and will usually cum in under two minutes. Anything longer than that I'll let him negotiate, "I'm almost there, just another minute" and I judge accordingly if I'm going to believe him or of his time has run out. Same thing when I'm the top, I'll pull out of the bottom asks, but I'm going to ask for another minute or two if I know I can cum quickly. If I'm not close at all because he had a hair trigger...then I just pull out because we both know he fucked it up for both of us.

Hopefully the sex was good. I'm glad you had better options. It was really distracting working with someone after a random hookup. I couldn't imagine trying to keep it professional for more than a week.

Do you think you didn't get the job because of him or just because you didn't have the experience at that point?

Nothing more happened with him. The entire project was very demanding and we both acted very professional and then he flew out on a red-eye immediately after we wrapped. I'm really just curious if any one else has run into similar situations of "oh that's the guy I had sex with who's name I don't know" that you had to spend time with and act like you didn't have sex. I've had many situations where people hit me up on grindr with their explicit photos and then I see them in person waiting on the subway the next morning dressed all professional and I think to myself, "I have seen your asshole" and we both act like that's not how we know each other. Maybe that's only common to places like NYC.

Curious if any of you have gone and had sex with someone that turned out to be closer to your circle than you thought? An example: I was in LA for work. I flew in the Friday before so I would have the weekend to hang with friends. That Saturday night I was out with a buddy, had a couple drinks and a gummy that got me going. Unlike NYC, LA closes down or starts to around 2am. My friend went home and I back to my hotel. Curiosity had me on grindr before I was out of the elevator. The great thing about traveling is you can have a blank profile (not recommending) and still get a bunch of hits. The algorithm is in your favor. I took a quick shower and made sure I was good...just in case. With no real intention to hook up, some times I just like the attention. One guy, headless torso, was in the hotel across the street from me. In town for work, not single, insists on playing safe "if it gets there." All the things I like to hear. He asked if I wanted to come over. I told him I was already in bed, in my underwear and sent him a photo looking down my body to my briefs and my spread legs as a tease. He messaged back with a dick Pic, asking what I wanted him to do to me. "well, may favorite thing is to beat off while hitting poppers with a guy between my legs teasing my hole with his dick" I fired back. That got me a double fire reaction. "only teasing or can I push in?" "if I take a big hit of poppers and you felt the urge to push the tip in... I wouldn't be mad." "just the tip?" he asked. "well, if you wanted more than the tip you have to wrap it up," I confirmed. "of course, I only play safe" he reminded. "what room are you in?" I was tipsy and still rolling from the gummy (I know I'm a lightweight). My heart started beating fast and I text him my room number. Then I went to my bag to unpack my sex kit to realize it wasn't in my bag. "I don't actually have my stuff, no condoms, poppers or lube" I messaged real quick. "no problem," he said. "on my way." Within minutes he was at my door with a sexy grin because I answered in just my Aero briefs. Not chatting, his hands went to my hips and started kissing me before the door was closed. We stumbled to the queen sized bed and I fell backwards into it, him on top of me, spreading my legs wide as we shuffle to the center of the bed. His clothes flying off quickly, then he yanked my briefs off, tossing them aside and they landed on the weird lamp in the corner of the room. He resumed kissing me for a minute, then reached back for his sweatpants to grab some poppers out of his pocket. It was a new bottle and he managed to rip that seal off with his teeth and then passed them to me for the first hit. It was strong, I just lay there and enjoyed the rush of the new bottle as he positioned himself to close the gap between my ass and his dick. Rubbing the fat, leaking head of his uncut 7.5" rock hard dick up and down my crack, searching for my hole. As soon as he grazed over it I let out a soft moan. "yeah, you like that?" "yeah," I moaned and started stroking my dick. Rocking my hips on his cock as he jerked himself off on my hole. Both of us moaning and enjoying the feeling of each other's sex parts and all of the touching we don't normally do with strangers. Another hit of the poppers and I felt him add spit to his cock and try to push the head in, but I'm too tight and he just keeps teasing. A few minutes later he pushed a pillow under my ass drops down and starts running my hole. I moan softly, running my fingers through my hair, jerking off with the other hand as my ass clenches and relaxes around his tongue as it gets a little deeper with every flex. Fuck it felt good, an expert ass eater. He pops back up and grinds against me, spreading my legs further apart, letting his cock slip into my now wet hole. I quickly took a deep hit, then another of the poppers and passed it to him to inhale. He took a long hit and then passed it back as he added pressure to my hole with his cock head I took another hit and felt the incredible pressure of his head popping into my hole.. I the my head back into the pillow and let out a louder moan, flexing my hole on his cock. He moaned with me and started stroking my cock for me as I enjoyed all the pleasure running through my body all at once. His one hand stroking my dick slowly, the other massaging my thigh and the space between my balls and hole. It felt amazing! As he stroked me he rocked his hips a little, "you like that?" he moaned. I nodded my head and let out a gaging "yeah" and placed my palm on his lower abs to remind him not to push all the way in. We rocked and moaned in pleasure for a few minutes and then he grabbed the poppers and leaned into me, helping me take another hit and not so subtly getting another inch into my tight hole. I took the hit and then the other side, the rush rolling over me like a wave. Both my hands running throb my hair as I enjoyed more of his big dick, sliding in with ease thanks to his precum. "fuck" I breathed out, feeling him spread my legs and deliberately ride that wave with me another inch deeper and then another. "fuck you're tight," he whispered as he bottomed out inside me. I smiled in bliss, "fuck dude, that feels so good." I felt him flex his dick inside me, "yeah real fucking good." He learned in, getting even deeper into me as he came in for a passionate kiss and started slowly rocking his hips into me. Moaning with me. My arms around his back pulling him in, I felt so good, the muscles in his back flexed as his hips curled his dick deeper into me. "fuuuck", I moaned, bragging the kiss he went straight to sucking my neck and I moaned. "did you bring the condom?" "I didn't have any," he whispered, still rocking his dick inside me. We both enjoyed a moment of knowing we had two choices, stop our continue. As he continued rocking his hips, deeper and harder with each thrust, his gentle curve hitting that spot inside me. " Can I fuck you raw?" he asked and kissed my neck without skipping a thrust. "You said you don't have anything right?" I wrapped my legs around his taught waist. "yeah," he shifted his weight to shift into a fucking position in the smoothest transition I've ever experienced. "fuck, don't stop", I whispered, wrapping my arms around him as he started to fuck me. "you sure?" he asked, full on fucking me now. "fuck yes, this feels so good," I moaned. He kissed me and fucked me firm but sensually, moaning with pleasure. His body in sync with mine, it felt amazing. He put sat up, putting my legs on his sculpted shoulders, he took another hit of poppers and passed them to me, starting to fuck me harder before I even had a chance to take another hit, but I did. He slowed after a minute, deep dicking me, "take another hit." He let my legs drop as I took a hit, he leaned in and I helped him take a hit as he slowly fucked me. I took one more then caped it and just enjoyed the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my hole. "can I cum in you?" he asked and kissed my neck. I hesitated, thinking I should say no. "you feel so good, don't make me pull out, it won't feel as good," he kissed my neck, thrusting hard and deep into me. I didn't say anything, just enjoying his last few thrusts, "I'm about to nut man," he warned. Thrust, thrust, he lift his head and looked me in the eyes, "I'm going to cum in you" and I saw his face as his orgasm took over, felt his cock swell and spasm as he unloaded inside me. "oh fuuuuck" he grunted as his entire body flexed inside and on me, curling his hips to get his dick as deep as possible while he nut inside me "and then collapsed on me. His sweaty body relaxed on me as he caught his breath and his dick slowly went limp and slid out of me. He rolled off of me with a soft," holy shit that felt good ". Minutes later he got up and quickly dressed. "I'll be in town all week for work if you want another round," he smiled, pulling on his shirt. "I have a busy week, but maybe," I told him. He left and I showered. Sunday was a recovery day, chillen by the pool and jerking off a few times thinking about the night before. Monday came, I went to work and had a few meetings with producers. Then I was introduced to the crew, the audio guy, who's name is Cole, introduced himself to me with a grin. He had every right to grin, he fucked me like a pro Saturday night and blew his load inside me. Now I'm working with him for a week.

I was 12, I didn't know what I was doing. I remember having boxers around my ankles and my dick was hard (again) and I was just rubbing and humping my mattress and blankets because it felt amazing. I must have done this a few times that week and it just kept feeling better and better the longer I did it, until one time, to my shock and horror I felt this amazing weird feeling and what I thought had happened was that I we the bed because a bunch of liquid came out of my penis and was now leaving a soaking wet spot on the bed. I cleaned it up and told myself, "never again." Turns out, that was a lie hahaha.

So I started fooling around with actual sex with a guy at 15 and the first time I fooled around with a black guy was in the storage room at the place I worked out of college. We tried to hookup in there, but I had grossly underestimated how big his dick was from the pictures and we didn't get the tip in. So my first sex with a black man was just a couple months later, a guy I met on Craigslist. I think I was 24 at the time. I had a lot of firsts that night. I just wrote about it here in another thread:

I'm vers/bottom, but when I top, I can take a while to cum. Especially if it's with a condom, if it's bare and the bottom is into the sex it really only depends on if we established if this was a quickie or not. If we said, "quick" or "quickie" at any point before the hookup I can do it between 5 and 10 once I'm in when it's bare. With a condom it really depends on how much he's enjoying it, how tight he is, but if we agreed on a quickie I usually let them know in advance that I can't do quick with a condom. I'm more often a bottom though, and yeah, an hour is too long. But under 5 is too short. I've had guys that are "two pump chumps" and that's not worth the soap I need to wash the lube off. I much prefer a quickie to be between 5 and 10 minutes (less if time is really the enemy), but if we don't say "quickie" I'm expecting him to nut between the 15 and 25 minute window before I'm no longer enjoying it.

oh man, my first time with a second ring break through was when I was fresh out of college and living on my own in Brooklyn. I was still deep in the closet, deeper in denial, started working 60 hours per week at a job I hated to pay the bills and the student loans more importantly. So I was experiencing adulthood for real and the stress was getting to me. I was horny and it had been a while since I had sex with a girl and even longer since I hooked up with a guy. I remember having gone out for karaoke with friends after work on Friday and getting home pretty wasted and horny. I was looking at porn, eventually it lead me to the Craigslist personals. Started with the ads posted in the Women Seeking Men, responded to like two because they were all nasty women that I would never even let suck my dick. Then out of curiosity looked at some of the Men Seeking Men, the ones that had pictures were mostly hot guys, faceless of course (not much has changed in the online world). Most of these guys were looking to get pounded or looking to "destroy" someone else's hole. Neither really appealed to me. I posted my own add in the Men Seeking Women, then basically copy pasted it into the Men Seeking Men section...you know, just to know. A few minutes later I passed out. I woke up around 11:00 am Saturday, hungover. After a long shit, even longer shower I found myself drinking water and eating crackers checking the dozens of email responses I had from CL. I had forgotten all about it, but it was fun to read the responses. Few women responded, most of them desperate housewives looking to either be my mommy or looking to fulfill some sort of fantasy that I wasn't interested in. The guys that responded mostly just wanted more info, were beyond the age I had posted I was interested in. A few seemed nice and I responded. Most of those filtered themselves out by either not responding or coming back with things like, "can't send pics" or "I only bareback" (which I was not trying to do). One guy, was 23, 5'8", black, 145lbs, sent a face pic along with a dick pic. His dick looked huge. At this point I had only been with guys in the 5"-6" range, and not many of them either. He had said that he was a total top, everything mild to wild. I told him I wasn't sure what I was looking for, but that I was certain his dick was going to be too big for me. He responded with telling me we didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do, he'd be fine with just kissing and mutual j/o, if anything else happens that's great, but no pressure. The thought of playing with his dick made mine diamond hard. So I agreed, sent him my address, but not my phone number and real name because that would be too intimate. When he arrived we went straight to my bedroom and with just a hey and a hand shake of name exchanges were were on the bed and he started kissing me. I had only recently gotten over my lack of comfort with kissing other guys at this point so I was trying to be more into it and he made it easy. Clothes came off quickly, shirts, his pants, my shorts. I was only in some grey old navy briefs and he in some Hanes boxer-briefs, both of us tenting hard...his obviously way bigger and it had my heart pounding. He could tell I was nervous so he kept the momentum moving forward, breaking our kiss and hooking his fingers in the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down as I lifted my ass off the bed to let him. He tossed them onto the floor and slid his underwear off even quicker, his dick made an audible thwack against his abs as he did. Even more nervous now, seeing it in person was like a baby's arm holding an apple, he just smiled at me and got back between my legs. Spreading them wide so his dick could rest on mine and his balls on mine as we continued to kiss and explore each other's bodies. Every touch felt amazing, his skin was so smooth, very little hair anywhere, even his hard meaty dick was soft to the touch and dripping with precum which was now leaking onto my balls and that space between my balls and ass as his dick slipped down from time to time as we continued to frot and makeout. It didn't take long before he started to move south, softly sucking a nipple as his fingers rubbed my hole eliciting a soft moan from me. It had just been too long, it wasn't that I wanted any butt action...just had been so long my body just reacted that way. He kept moving down and engulfed my cock, took me all the way down without hesitation and was quickly sucking like a pro. I was massaging his head as he did so, fuck it felt so good. My dick fell out of his mouth and he started to jerk it, then licking and sucking my balls, more moans came out of my mouth, then his tongue went across my tight pucker and he got a barely audible, "oh fuck" from me. He kept at it, the perfect combination of jerking me and eating my hole, the pleasure was too much I was going to cum quick...real quick. I could tell from the way I was breathing and my toes were starting to curl, so he backed off, coming back up for a kiss, his huge cock now rubbing against my hole as we sucked each others tongues. He broke the kiss, "you like that?" "Mmmhmmm" was all I could moan with his tongue back down my throat. He shifted his weight and I felt the tip of his dick pressing against my hole, my eyes shot open when I realized he wasn't asking about the rim job but asking about his dick rubbing at my hole. I broke the kiss this time, "wait wait wait," I mustered out of breath, "I'm not ready, I don't think I can handle it man." He just smiled at me, "no problem, we'll go slow," he grinned. My brain was doing that math meme of confusion, the fog of pleasure had me confused if what I said equaled what he said as he spit on his dick and tried to push the tip in, it hurt like hell, I winced and put a hand on his hip, "wait wait wait," I inhaled sharp. "We need a condom and lube and...and...I don't know man, I've never taken anything that big," I tried to shut it down. "I got you," he reached over to his pants and pulled out a condom and a packet of lube and something else. He started to stroke himself with a small amount of the lube, then rolled the condom on his massive dick and he locked eyes with me to smile. I don't know how I ended up here, this I'm fairly certain is specifically what I told him I wasn't down for and here we were, his huge cock head now rubbing around my hole looking to get in. He leaned over and grabbed a small brown bottle, shaking it like it was spray paint, he opened it and brought it to my face, I didn't know what it was but there was no way I was going to drink something from an unlabeled little bottle like that so I turned my head and shifted out of the way. "What is that?" He laughed, "It's poppers, gives you a quick rush, you want some?" He asked and then I watched him take two hits, one from each nostril. "It will make it easier," he told me while his dick nudged my hole again. "Ok," I took a long pause, "How do I..." I started to ask and he quickly put the bottle under my nose, closing one side and told me to inhale deep. I did, and it was the quickest high I ever had, not that I had much if any experience at that point, but wow. My head started spinning, my heart racing more than it was, everything got blurry for a second as my head relaxed into the pillow and the rush took over my body. I was honestly concerned I had just made a huge mistake and that I was about to pass out and be taken advantage of. But it quickly leveled out and I just felt relaxed and horny, he told me to go again from the other side, and I did, again the rush took me even harder this time. "Oh man," I said, my hands went from pushing his hips from entering me to running through my hair as I enjoyed the sensation. I felt him start to enter me, and it suddenly felt so good, not easy, but all the good feelings felt better and the sting was a much more quiet, subtle feeling. He took his time and just entered slowly until he was all the way in. We started to kiss again, I felt so full, more so than I had ever felt with other guys. He started to pull out and push back in, small, sensual thrusts, just enough to help me loosen up a little more. "I knew you could take it," he smiled at me, this time he thrust a little harder and to my surprise deeper, hitting something inside me that I didn't know existed, this felt weird. Like he had hit the bottom of how deep someone can go inside me, again and again, he hit the cap and it stung but also felt good, like when someone pushes on your belly button. "You're really tight," he said almost out of breath. I just nodded, my face probably showing the slight discomfort every time he bottomed out. "You want some more poppers?" he asked, thrusting and hitting that spot a little harder this time. I just nodded. He shook the bottle and just like before he did all the work, under one side, then the other and then he took some quick hits and capped it off. As the rush took over me he started to thrust again, harder now and I felt it, he pushed through, all the way through, oh my god this was a new amazing feeling, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned. "Yeah, open up for me," he whispered, thrusting harder and deeper. I didn't know what it was at the time, but he had popped the cherry on my second ring, it felt amazing and weird all at the same time. I started to jerk myself off, taking advantage of this moment of sexual bliss as he enjoyed my tight hole with each sensual thrust. It didn't take me long, I felt that I was about to boil over, "I'm gonna cum," I said. He thrust deeper and with more determination, "do it." He fucked me, not hard, but with deeper faster thrusts, fucking the cum right out of me, my toes curling my head back deep into the pillow and eyes closed as the orgasm rushed through m body like the poppers. Cum everywhere, out of breath, but he kept fucking me. Very quickly it went from the most amazing feeling in the world, to feeling like my first time getting fucked even though the only thing that had changed was my own orgasm. I didn't want to blue ball him, I had been with girls in the passed who would not let you finish and I certainly didn't want to be that guy, but man it was like my ass was on fire and he couldn't even reach my second ring because my ass was clamping down on the intrusion. "Are you close?" I asked while wincing. "Kinda," he said out of breath. "I don't know how much more I can take man," I warned. "Are you, can you cum quick?" "I can if I take this condom off?" he said and kissed my neck while thrusting hard into me. "Yeah, fine," I said just wanting it to stop and not be the bad guy. "Yeah?" he looked me in the eyes. "Yeah, just cum quick," I told him. He pulled out all the way and relief washed over my body, the condom snapped off and I saw it tossed to the floor. He added some spit and started feeling for my hole again, which had now mostly sealed shut like a blast door. He reached quickly for the poppers, giving me more, the rush was amazing again, then the other nostril and I let my legs fall to his sides so he had better access. "Another, deeper and hold it," he said and I listened taking an even deeper hit, nearly passing out but the rush was amazing. I felt him spit again and start to push in, not nearly as easy as the previous time when I was still horny, but he got in, then after a few thrusts he hit that second ring and it stung like a bitch this time. Like hitting yourself on a bruise. I winced, "shit, are you close?" "Getting there," he said, thrusting and kissing my neck. Holding on to my shoulders, pulling me into his thrusts. "Can I cum in you?" The sirens went off in my head, **he's not wearing a condom**, thrust, thrust harder, thrusting deeper into that second ring. "You don't have anything do you?" I asked with naivety. "No," he breathed into my ear, thrusting faster and deeper. The poppers wearing off with every thrust, I just wanted it to be done, "if you want to, just cum quick," was all I could think to say. It didn't take long, he thrust a few more long deep sensual thrusts, "I'm about to bust," he warned one last time, hitting deeper than before, his dick swelling to an impressive girth, "Oh fuck," he whispered as he pulled me tight and slammed into me, his cock pulsing as he nut deep inside me. "Mmm, mmmmm....mmmm" he moaned and collapsed onto me, smearing my cum between us as he caught his breath. "Fuck," I whispered, catching my breath and taking it all in. Feeling his dick soften inside me, leaving the second ring and then quickly out of my hole all together. "That felt so good," he mumbled, as he pushed himself off me and off the bed. He went to my bathroom and cleaned himself up quickly, then was getting dressed before I had even caught my breath or sorted a thought. "We should do this again," he smiled at me, pulling his shirt on. "I have to run," he smiled, and then walked out and I heard him pull the outside door behind him. I had no intention of letting that happen again. At least that was what I told myself as I went to shower and gather my thoughts.

Before turning 18 my hookups were limited to close friends and cousins. When I was 13 there was an abandoned set of houses that you could access through a trail in my back yard. Looking back I don't know what the deal was with the houses, there was one massive house and a half dozen smaller houses on a single plot of land. My friends and I explored all of them, the smaller houses were treated as storage, all broken into already and picked through for the most part. The main house was much large, the floor had concaved in a few places, same for the upstairs. All the walls had damage and/or mold. The second floor was amazing though, at least for a horny pubescent 13 year old. My older brother, his best friend Frank, my friend Andrew and I discovered the upstairs had 2 large matresses on the floor, both stained beyond yuck, but there was also a few ash trays filled with what looked like cigarette butts and then strewn about were dozens of older adult magazines. As an adult I would not spend five seconds in that house, it was creepy and filthy, probably a crack den before we discovered it. At 13 though, it was basically going to become my new jerk off palace. My older brother and Frank laughed at the dirty magazines, but Andrew clearly showed an interest as did I. After that first group walk through of the property, I must have snuck up there more than a dozen times to beat off alone. It was perfect, the mattresses provided a space to comfortably get off, the room had windows facing the trail to my house and on the opposite wall the trail that went to the driveway that was fenced off. So if I was in there going to town on myself I would hear anyone coming down the trail, which happened often, people used that property to cut off about ten minutes walk time from one side of town to the other, most of them had the good sense to not go into the house though. At this point in my life though I had no idea I would grow up to be bisexual. I already had my first stirs that summer with an incident involving Frank's tighty whities. Nearing the end of summer though I was crossing through the property to go hangout with Andrew, back in a time where you would just show up at each others house without notice if it was in walking distance. As I was crossing through I noticed him going inside the big house by himself. So I went in, wondering if he was going to do what I did in there or if maybe he was the person adding grafitti to the already destroyed walls. Sure enough, he wasn't on the first floor, as I crept up to the second floor I saw him flipping through one of the magazines. He clocked me coming up the stairs, not that I was trying to be stealthy. He mumbled something about being bored. We both knew why he was there though. It oddly got my heart racing. This is the part where I would normally go into details about what happened next, but the post made it clear not to. So I'll say this, there was no sex, but after a lot of very awkward conversation and flipping through the dirty magazines we both admitted to being "extremely horny" and agreed to jerk off next to each other while not looking at anything but the magazine images. Of course I looked, the plaid pattern of his boxers is burned into my memory, followed by every breath taken as they dropped to his ankles, and every single inch of his body as he pleasured himself. Again, at this point I had no understanding of sexuality, so even though I was much more fascinated by Andrew and his body, I told myself it was because he was at least a foot taller than me and at least 3 inches bigger than me, plus I had never seen another guy in that state before that moment. This was the first of many experimental experiences before turning 18. I graduated from mutual masturbation at 14 (almost 15) when I moved upstate and my 16 (almost 17) year old cousin and I got into a series of "truth or dare" games that summer and we went through the spectrum of dares that eventually led to me losing my virginity.

Very much about consent. I've never been into any immediate family, I don't get the attraction but I'm not here to yuck your yum if that's what you're into. I have had sex with one cousin and gave a blow job to another (not at the same time...[banned word]). My relationship towards them was always more like friends than family, I don't have the same feelings towards them that I have towards cousins of a larger age gap or even my brothers. These two particular cousins are within a year older/younger than I am and we always hung out like friends, so our sexual activity was mentally no different than hooking up with a close friend.

I don't like it rough. I'm more into the "lover" end of the spectrum of sex. I imagine, the connection and mental stimulation I get from being made love to (I cringe at the thought of how that reads) is what others get from having their hole "destroyed". It's just not for me though, I need the passion...not the pain. Also, I'm not a porn star, it doesn't impress me how hard and long you can fuck, let's just enjoy the sex and bust a nut.

It's always ironic to me, the same groups of people complaining about laws that take away rights (ie: red flag laws) will lay down their rights to things like access to works of literature involving adult themes. You can own a hand gun when you're 13, but reading about sex and sexuality is illegal.

I was 21. My best friend from high school. When we were still in school, we would share a bed during sleep overs. We would pretend to fall asleep and then after an appropriate amount of "deep sleep" time, he would initiate some footsie, rubbing his foot on mine "in his sleep". This was the beginning of a process of each of us making moves "tossing and turning and unconsciously touching each other" and it would end with us jerking each other off. Always subtle, in underwear masturbation until orgasm. This stopped when he got his first girlfriend, and then I got mine. He went away for college and I went to community college. It was the summer between sophmore and junior year when we were both single again. We had a party that we got pretty drunk at, ended up sleeping in the same bed. I was legit passed out and woke up to him rubbing my foot with his, and the process started like old times. I was so turned on because it had been years since I last touched his dick and I thought we wouldn't do it again, so I did my best to play along but also make sure he really enjoyed it and I got to touch his cock and balls and just memorize his package. I managed to maneuver myself into a position where Instead of him cuming in his underwear this time I was going to catch it in my hand and then just go wash my hand off so he didn't have a mess to clean up. I did catch the cum in my hand, tucked his dick back in his underwear and then got up to go to the bathroom. I turned the water on and was about to wash his cum off my hand, but...maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because I thought I would never have this chance again, I quickly licked my hand and swallowed his nut.

Underwear, guys underwear was my first sign. I definitely remember noticing the guys on the packages of men's briefs in clothing stores. It wasn't until I was 13 though, Frank, my older brothers best friend that it really hit me. He was only 14, but more developed than I was for sure. Fit, played sports, was in the JROTC at school. He was the only friend of my brothers that wasn't a complete d-bag. The summer of my 13th year, I remember Frank would stay the night often, at least twice every week if not more. His dad was deployed and his mom was working full time, so no one at his home cared that he wasn't home. Anyway, one particular day, the three of us were playing the N64 and my older brother decided it would be fun to take this military grade raft into a swampy creek about a half mile away from our house. Frank was immediately on board, I had been in that creek in the raft before and knew how swampy it was so I said I would pass. Frank made a point of asking my brother to loan him a pair of shorts so he could take off his clean shorts and underwear because he didn't bring more and had to wear them tomorrow. I was still playing video games, and a few minutes later Frank came back into the bedroom holding a wadded up pair of shorts that clearly had white briefs tucked into them still. He tossed them on the bed and then pulled his shirt off over his head revealing his young fit body, decent pecs for a boy his age and signs of a six pack on it's way. I felt something in that moment that I couldn't quite process. He asked again if I wanted to join, I still said no and they left. I knew they would be gone for a while, I couldn't help but check out his underwear. Sure enough, white jockey briefs. I was almost instantly hard, my heart was beating so fast, knowing Frank was wearing them just moments ago. Knowing his dick and balls were right there in that pouch. I snuck out of my brothers room and into my bedroom, locking the door so I could do...I didn't know what. It didn't take long for me to strip and try on Franks Jockey's, I was so turned on to be sharing a pouch that Frank's dick was once in, I had to jerk off. That's what I did, less than 5 minutes later I blew my load. Was immediately uncomfortable with all of it, cleaned up and got dressed in my boxers and my own shorts. I did my best to get Frank's tighty whities back into his shorts exactly as they were and then tried to tell myself that was a one time thing and it didn't mean anything. ...enter denial hahahah.

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My buddy was celebrating his 26th birthday at a rooftop bar in Brooklyn this weekend. Everyone had a fair amount to drink, lots of laughs and then the bar closed at 11pm. 11pm in Brooklyn? For the most part we scattered to the wind, myself and two of my friends live in Queens so we shared an Uber. Being tipsy one of my friends always suggests we hit up a karaoke spot in our neighborhood, tonight was no different. But we hadn't done it since pre-pandemic, so off we went. I mostly agreed because it's only a few blocks from my apartment, so the walk would be quicker for me. Between the three of us we emptied 3 pitchers of beer and sang a half dozen songs with a crowd of strangers. One of those strangers seemed to fancy me, he kept putting his arm around me and singing along like we were old friends, even though I didn't know his name. I noticed his hand would accidentally drop down to my waist and then brush across my ass. Now, my friends know I'm bisexual, so it didn't bother me that he was so obvious. Especially since he was sexy as hell. I'm about 5'6" and in the twunk realm, but I stay fit. This guy was about 6' and had a Michael B. Jordan thing going on, not quite as fit but he was no slouch either. When my friends and I called it a night they walked one way, I started to walk another. I was home within minutes, drunk and horny as I clumsily stripped down to my 2xist briefs. I was just going to beat off and call it a night, but out of curiosity I also opened Grindr. All the usual suspects, I did the "hey" and "what's up man" to a few people that I usually wouldn't bother with but you know how it is after a fun night out. I started looking up porn and stroking myself over my underwear, then checked again to see if I had any messages, nothing worth my time. I edited my profile, username "DTF?" and in the description "Just got back from a birthday celebration, kinda drunk...kinda horny." Looked at another video on the hub, didn't get me off. Checked my phone again, 7 new messages on Grindr. Most of them were crap, one of them a blank profile that sent 4 pictures. Surprise surprise it was the guy from the bar. His pictures were a little older, but it was clearly him. "You looking for a load?" "Lol, were you at Shout?" "Yeah, you looking for a load?" "I try to make condoms a rule," I told him. It's true though, I try to play safe as often as possible. "That's cool, where you at?" I sent him my address and was buzzing him in a few minutes later. I answered the door in just my underwear which got a huge smile from him as he walked in. He wasted no time grabbing my package with one hand, my ass with the other and going in for the kiss. Fuck this guy is hot. I dragged him back to my bedroom. I lay in the bed on my back and watched as he quickly undressed completely and then was on the bed between my legs, my dick went right into his mouth. "Mmm...fuck" I moaned. I rubbed his head, guiding him to give myself the most pleasure. I reached into the nightstand and pulled out some poppers. "Let me get some," he said before I took a hit. I handed him the bottle, he took a hit on each side then fed me two long hits. I got that familiar rush and he went back to sucking my dick, then slowly moved further down to eat me out. "Oh fuck yeah man, that's...that's good..." I mumbled. He spent a solid five or so minutes rimming me and getting his tongue in my hole. "You have lube?" he asked. I reached back into the night stand and passed him a bottle of Gun Oil. At this point between the poppers and alcohol I was just enjoying myself and not really thinking, I thought he was going to use the lube to finger my hole. I was wrong, he got his dick lubed up and a little on my hole then positioned himself so his cock was rubbing on my hole. I opened my eyes to see his looking back at me, then he started to push on my hole. "Wait, you need to put on a condom," I told him. "I'm just rubbing the head on you," he quickly fired back. Now...I'm not new, I've heard "just the tip" and used variations of it myself, so I know what he's doing and I want his big dick in me so I let him rub the head on my hole. It feels really good, he's getting me nicely lubed up and I'm just enjoying the teasing. I grab the poppers and take a hit, and then another. I cap the bottle and he pushes in, it stings a little but it's mostly pleasure. "Oh fuck man..." I close my eyes and throw my head back onto the pillow. "Just push out," he whispered. "I know," I groaned, "but you need a condom man," I reaffirmed as he continued to push in. "But I'm already in you," he said, bottoming out. Fuck his dick feels so good in me, my head spinning, I feel my hole stretching to accommodate his size. I let out a soft moan as he pulls out then slowly pushed all the way back in. "You really need a condom man," I told him. "But I'm already in you," he said again, "I can't stay hard with a condom on." He gave me a few more strokes, deeper each time. "I know, mmm, and it feels good, but we need to play safe," I said, feeling him hit my prostate. "I don't have one with me," he continued to thrust in and out a little faster. I reached into the drawer once again, digging for a condom. I couldn't find it, he slowly pulled out so I could get to the drawer. I dug deeper, finding the last condom as he took another hit of the poppers. I set the condom on the mattress next to me, repositioning myself so he was between my legs and his hard dick was inches from my hole again. I lay back, he handed me the poppers and picked up the lube. I took a deep hit, then another. He started rubbing the tip on my hole again. "Mmmm..." I let out a soft moan from all the pleasure. He didn't say anything, just pushed the tip back in. I didn't say anything, just enjoyed the feeling. He reached over, patting the bed looking for what I thought was the condom, so I picked it up and handed it to him. He didn't take it. "No, the poppers," he laughed. On my other side I picked up the cold bottle that was touching my hip and handed it to him. He uncapped it and fed me a hit, then another and slowly pushed in balls deep. "Mmm, fuck dude," I moaned. He slid an arm under my back, pulling me into him tighter, kissing my neck then my lips. I let out a moan, he was really long stroking me, slow deep thrusts with no intention of stopping. "I'm getting close," he whispered and then continued to kiss me. I tried to break the kiss but it was too late to stop him, he gave me a few last deep thrusts and then moaned and kissed me harder. His dick swelling inside me, pulsing out his hot load 7" deep into me. He pulled back a little then pushed in all the way, milking every last drop out of his dick and into me. "Fuck bro..." he said, collapsing onto me. He lay on top of me catching his breath, his face nuzzled into my neck as I held him, feeling his dick start to go limp and slide out of my hole. After a couple minutes he rolled off me. "Let me get you something to clean up with," I said, pulling a clean hand towel from a drawer under the bed. I watched him wipe off his glistening dick, then he hopped off the bed and started getting dressed. Neither of us said anything as he tucked his dick back into his boxer briefs, then zipped up his jeans, t-shirt and socks. I just lay there reflecting on everything that happened. "Thanks man, that was some good ass," he smiled at me. I just nodded and he walked out. I heard the door close and I went to take a shower.

My first time being stealth breed was just me being caught up in the moment. To be clear, I had been barebacked and breed before. I mostly played safe, this was during my "mostly straight" phase where I only hooked up with guys on the DL, and almost always when I was drunk or high or a combination of the two. I was 22, am 5'7" and around 140 lbs. I had been invited to a party at an apartment in Harlem, I arrived later than the host suggested but still somehow was one of the first to arrive. Naturally I was regretting even showing up to the party. The host, Taylor, had a ziplock with quarter sized "special" cookies and was passing them out. I had never had an edible, didn't really smoke either, but I figured it was the only way the party would start to be fun so I ate one. An hour goes by, I have had probably two drinks at this point and more people have arrived. I was on the terrace with my friend Daniel from film school catching up when one of the roommates comes around with the same bag of edibles. Daniel takes one and swallows it hole, I took one and crunched down and washed it down with my drink. "You know it's an edible right?" he asked. "Yeah, Taylor hooked me up with one earlier, but I think it's more of a plecebo" I laughed. "Wait, you already had one?" Daniel was a little surprised. "Yeah, why?" I asked. "No, it's fine, but...no more for you," he laughed. About an hour later I found myself really high and really enjoying it. Sometime around 2 am I Irish-goodbyed and was walking to my place on the UES. Me being horny AF I hit up an actor friend of mine who I made out with at a party back in film school. Me: yo yo yo Chris: lol, are you drunk? Me: a little. Chris: me too lol. Me: Where you at? Chris: rooftop bar, come through 😉 I knew which place he was talking about, it was a hotel bar in midtown not far from his apartment and a quick cab ride away. I found him at the bar laughing with some guys I don't know and some women I don't know. He introduced me and bought me a drink. I tried to pay attention to the conversation but his friends were boring so I drank my drink quickly and excused myself to take a piss. When I returned I saw Chris at the bar, he just paid his tab. We all went down to the street together. One of the women were all over Chris but he put her in a cab to wherever she came from. His group all started walking without him. He didn't say anything just put his arm around my waist and pulled me into him, sending my brain into a sexual frenzy. I had hoped texting him would lead to some drunk back and forth about horny thoughts, but this was already more than I expected. He started walking towards his group and I followed him, unsure of what I was even doing there. Chris was one of those guys who is openly bisexual, but no one has ever seen him with a guy, almost like he claims to be bisexual just for attention and so he can flirt and be touchy with other guys and no one questions him because he's only ever playful and non-threatening. Our make-out session the summer before was both hot and unexpected and we both chalked it up to alcohol. Though over the next few months there would be drunk texts flirting with me, telling me the things he would've done to me had the night continued, that kind of thing. He never asked me about my sexuality, and never needing to explain my side really made it easier to flirt but be ambiguous at the same time. We had separated from his group and we were walking into his building, the doorman was not giving a shit and we rode the elevator up in silence. My heart was racing when he unlocked his door. The tension between us was palpable. We walked in, still not saying anything. "I have to piss" I told him, walking toward the guest bathroom. "Me too," he told me walking into the master bedroom. I took a piss, then as a just-in-case used his wet wipes to make sure I was still fresh. When I walked out he was leaning against his bedroom door frame, only wearing some white Armani Trunks and giving me the sexiest look I've ever seen. I was drawn to him, he pulled me in for a kiss. Within seconds we were both naked on his bed. He was on my chest with his thick 7.5" cut dick in my mouth, just taking control, not asking, not saying anything, just finishing something we started a year before. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and quickly was between my legs sucking my dick. Alternating between my shaft and licking my balls, then down to my hole which he devoured like an expert. My brain flatlined from the pleasure. He reached under the bed and pulled out some lube and held up a bottle of poppers, "you know what these are?" "Yeah," I said almost embarrassed, not wanting him to think I was a regular with man on man sex. He just smiled at me, then took a hit and passed me the bottle. He was lubing up my hole while I took a hit. He didn't finger my hole, just rubbing the head around my pucker to spread the lube. I let out a soft moan and took another hit. He gave a slight push in while I was taking my hit and it felt so good. He didn't push in though, just kept teasing my hole. He would change it up and just stroke his dick while the head bumped into my hole, then slide the head up and down my crack, just pure pleasure. He took the poppers and took another hit then passed them to me and lined back up with my hole. I took a hit and felt him push harder now, the tip popping into my willing hole. I let out a moan. "That's it, take another hit," he suggested. I took another hit and he pushed a little harder, fuck it felt good. "mmm, fuck man," I said, capping the poppers. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" I asked. He slowly let the pressure off, the head popping back out. He came up for a kiss, on my mouth, then my neck. "Yeah, I just want to feel you first, you know," he whispered into my ear. I let out another moan, "mmm, yeah, ok," was all I could say. The heat of the moment, all the pleasure and the poppers and his teasing had beaten that voice in my head into submission and locked him in a dungeon because the only voice in my head was saying, "makes sense" and my body reacted in turn. His dick was pushing again on my hole, the head making it's way back in, then a little more. "Fuck you're tight," he grinned. I was tight and his dick was already a bit much. He leaned in to kiss me, putting his tongue in my mouth and pushing his dick in another inch, then another. He must have felt the resistance, stopping pushing but not pulling out. He broke our kiss, "take another hit." I took another hit and he started to push in. "Oh fuck man," I groaned. My head spinning, his dick was too much at this point. "Wait..." I started to say. "Just a little more, then I'll put on a condom," he reassured me. Though I was really asking him to pull out because it was too big for me, but remembering he was entering me bare was now firing other "warning" neurons in my brain. "...yeah...ok," was all I could say, and I took another hit of poppers. "oh fuck," he whispered as he bottomed out inside me. He sat up straight and took a hit of the poppers, smiling at me, "man, I knew you'd be tight but this feels unreal." He flexed his dick in me. "You like my dick in you?" The pleasure was rushing back, "yeah," I confessed as I shook my head, "no". "You should put on a condom though." "For sure man, can I get a few strokes in bare first?" He asked and flexed his dick again. "I don't know man," I smiled. "You're so warm and tight," he said as he started to pull out then slowly pushed back in, filling me with his big hot dick, "I just want to enjoy it a little..." "Just a little," I agreed. He started to long stroke me, almost all the way out then all the way in and grinding until he couldn't push in any further. He had my toes curling in no time, it felt so good and was going on for too long to be "just a little". I pulled him in for a kiss. "Fuck you feel so good," he whispered into my mouth. I kissed him, "don't cum in me, put on a condom first," I warned, then kissed his neck. He kissed me deep, thrusting into me, "I won't cum in you, but it feels too good to..." his voice trailed off into a moan. "Just don't cum in me ok," I gave him the green light to keep going bare. "Ok," he said, picking up the pace. He fucked me so good, I was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. He sat up, with my legs still on his shoulders and took another hit of poppers, then handed them to me. I took a deep hit, he thrust into me, I took another deep hit and he thrust again and held it there, smiling at me. "Take another hit," he suggested. I did and he started to pull out then thrust hard into me while stroking my dick. He was gliding in and out of my hole, across my swelling prostate, it felt so good I couldn't hold back, "fuck I'm gonna cum," I almost shouted. "Do it," he said, thrusting harder and jerking me harder. I felt my ass clench around his dick forcing him to push even harder into me and my balls tightened and cum rocketed out of my dick and onto my chest one rope after another. His thrusting slowed as my orgasm subsided. "Fuck that felt good," I said, my breath coming back to me. He slowly pulled his dick out of me and lay down next to me catching his breath. I reached over and started to stroke his now flaccid cock. He stopped me. "I'm spent" he laughed. "You don't want to cum?" I asked. "oh...uh..." he chuckled, "I kinda already did." My eyes shot wide, "wait...what?" "Twice," he laughed. "You...what?" I got nervous. "Sorry man, I already blew a load in you when you told me not to cum in you...so the least I could do at that point was fuck the cum out of you," he laughed. "And the second?" I asked. He laughed again, "when you said you were cumming, your ass clamped down so tight, I didn't want to ruin your orgasm by pulling out...so I pushed in," he laughed. "Oh," was all I could say, trying to not get mad, after all I had just had an amazing orgasm. "You ok?" He asked. "I guess...yeah, I mean..." I mumbled. "Don't worry, I don't have anything," he reassured me again. He got up and pulled his trunks back on, tossing me my briefs. We dressed in silence, then he walked me to the door. "It's ok," he said, "if you're in the mood for more, just hit me up." I went home and passed out.

I was 14 and a half, he was my slightly older cousin who had turned 17 that summer. My family was in the process of moving to upstate NY that summer, my Dad had gotten a new job and we had to move before my parents found a house for us near his new job. So I got stuck staying with my aunt and uncle most of that summer. This gave me and my cousin plenty of opportunities to experiment with each other. All under the guise of "Truth or Dare" of course. I had no clue of my sexuality at that point, I thought we were just horny boys helping each other get off. Starting with daring each other to strip naked. A few days later daring each other to jerk off, and then jerk each other off. A few days after that we were in the loft of the barn and somehow that got us playing more "Truth or Dare" and at this point we both knew it would lead to an orgasm. Laying on an old blanket we were pants and underwear around our ankles jerking each other off after we got to the "I dare you to jerk me off until I cum" dare finally came out. But while beating each other off he started saying things like, "do you think blow jobs really feel as good as they look in porn?" "Of course," I said, "Don't you?" A moment of silent beating off and slightly out of breath he whispered, "will you put it in your mouth? Just so I know what it feels like?" "No way man, that's gay," I said, unaware of how ironic that was given the circumstances. "I'll try it on you, if you'll try it on me," he said, to sweeten the deal. I hesitated, on one hand I really wanted to feel a blow job, on the other hand I really didn't want to taste his 7" cut dick in my mouth. Curiosity got the best of me though and I agreed, "ok, but you have to do it to me first." With that he leaned in, almost putting my dick in his mouth, "this stays between us right?" "Yeah, of course," I told him...as if I would tell a soul I let a guy suck my dick. With that he put my dick in his mouth, it was so warm and wet, it was amazing. He only bobbed up and down a few times when I started to get close, then he pulled off and my dick slapped against my abs. "Your turn," he said, laying back down. I sat up, grabbed his dick, it was glistening with pre cum, which I wiped off. "You better not tell anyone," I warned with no real threat. I put his dick in my mouth, my mouth felt dry, like I couldn't produce saliva. His dick felt so much bigger in my mouth than in my hand, I could smell his musk, only getting about 3 inches in my mouth before I started to gag. He laughed, "keep going." I did as he said, pulling off for a second, "you better not cum in my mouth." "I won't," he said, as he pulled my head down onto his dick. I couldn't have been down there for more than a minute, finally producing enough spit to bob up and down only a few times when he warned, "I'm close," in almost a whisper. I quickly pulled off his dick and it thumped his abs. He grabbed it and started to furiously jerk himself off. I followed his lead and started beating my dick. He let out a soft moan and I watched him cum all over his chest and abs for about the 8th time in two weeks. For some reason this sent me over the edge and I let out a soft moan, shooting my cum all over myself. We cleaned up with a roll of toilet paper he had stashed away in the loft, apparently this was one of his go-to jerk off spots on the farm so he was prepared. Another two days went by and we jerked off together two more times. Dropping the pretense of "Truth or Dare" but just talking about things we wanted to try, girls we would "do things to" and after a few, "man I'm horny" we would find a place on the farm to jerk off. Later that night, we were laying in the dark in his bedroom. The two bedroom farm house was really small, the barn was at least twice the size of the house for some reason. He was on his single bed in his black Hanes briefs and I on the floor on top of the sleeping bag in my Hanes tighty-whities. It was so hot, neither of us could sleep. We got to talking about the blow job experiment, "Did you like it?" he asked. "I liked getting the blow job, but not giving it," I said quietly. "Yeah, me too," his voice trailed off. "Would you do it again?" he asked. "Like right now?" I asked. "No," he chuckled, "I'm not trying to get caught, I mean, tomorrow is Saturday, we could set up the tent on the other side of the farm and try it again," he said. I thought about it a little, but planning it seemed like it was treading in the "gay" category and that made me uncomfortable. "I don't know man, I thought we were just trying it out...to know what it felt like," I said nervously. "Yeah, but..." he started to say and then stopped. "What?" I asked. "Well, I kind of want to know what it feels like to...you know," he said. "What?" I asked again. "Cum from a blow job," he laughed quietly. "No fucking way dude," I quickly fired back. There was a silence, with the occasional sound of him chuckling at his own thoughts. "Would you ever experiment with other stuff?" he asked. I could feel my heart beating, I knew what he meant but I wanted to make sure, "Like what?" I asked. "Well...I would love to know what it feels like to...you know..." his voice cracked a little. I could feel my dick getting hard, "to what?" I was going to make him say it. "Well, I was thinking, I don't have a girlfriend, and I've heard that butt sex can feel just as good...so..." he trailed off again. "So...what?" I played dumb. "So would you ever consider it?" He asked, rolling to the edge of the bed to look at me in the dark. "I don't know man, that's pretty gay," I laughed. "No, it would be just experimenting," he said with confidence. "I would definitely like to try sex, like real sex, but I don't want to get fucked," I tried to say without any inflection in my voice. "Well I'm not letting you put it in me if I can't put it in you," he laughed. I took that as a settled issue. It was quiet for another minute. "Fuck it's hot," he breathed. "Yeah," I agreed. "We should camp out tomorrow anyway," he said, "it's at least ten degrees cooler by the creek side of the farm." I agreed, and we lay there in silence until I heard him fall asleep. I couldn't help but think about what it would feel like to fuck his butt that night, keeping me hard until I fell asleep. The next day we were up doing his chores out in the barn. Talking about anything that would lead the conversation back to sex, getting ourselves worked up. "You know, you might like it," he said, grinning at me. "No way," I told him. "I think it's about being flexible, from what I can tell from videos," he told me. "You think?" I asked, having never watched butt sex, but seen it in a porn magazine he had shown me earlier in the summer. "Yeah, for sure, are you flexible?" he asked. "I don't know, I guess," I said unsure of what he really meant. "How far can you spread your legs?" he asked. "I don't know," I told him, and then tried to do a split...but not trying hard because I didn't want him to think I was flexible. "No, here, hold yourself up and bend over this," he said pointing to the massive tire on the tractor in the garage. I bent over the tire at the waist. He came up behind me and kicked my feet, spreading my legs much further than when I tried it before. He grabbed my waist and grind his crotch into my ass (both fully clothed), "see, you're flexible enough," he said with a sense of surety. Just being in this position had my heart racing, feeling him grind against me got me semi hard. He hadn't let go of my hips yet, "I think we should try it," he said with a calmness. I was nervous, and sure this was too gay for me, I straighten upright, "I don't know man, I don't think so," I said getting some space between us. "I'll let you do it to me too," he offered, blushing. I laughed, "nah, I don't think so." "Damn, I'm so horny," he joked, grabbing his crotch. "Yeah, me too," I said trying not to look at his crotch. "We should play strip poker tonight, you ever play?" he asked, putting some tools away. "Of course," I lied, but I understood the game. "What do you want to play for?" He asked. "What do you mean?" I asked, having never played the game and feeling caught in my lie. "Well it's no fun to just play to get naked, the winner should get something, like...a blow job?" he suggested. "Yeah, ok," I agreed. "But like, a real blow job, full on until the winner cums," he said for clairity. I hesitated, "Ok, but not in my mouth, I mean...if I lose," I said. "No way dude, full on, cum in mouth if you lose, and you can cum in mine if I lose," he said. That idea turned me on, suddenly I was really into the idea of cumming in his mouth. "You're on," I said. We spent the next two hours doing chores, talking shit. Somehow it always came back to a variation of competitiveness over who would be sucking dick that night. It kept us in a constant state of hormone overdrive. I especially couldn't wait to get my dick in his mouth, and before the tent was even setup I had convinced myself I would be cumming in his mouth tonight...there was no doubt. We did a BBQ with his parents, my Aunt insisted we shower before heading to the tent for the night, she said we smelled like manure. He showered first and then told me to hurry and meet him at the tent. I took my time in the shower, making sure I was clean down there, I didn't want him to back out of sucking my dick because of sweat smell or worse. When I got to the tent he already had just finished getting the camp fire going. I put the bag of snacks my aunt gave me in the tent and went to meet him by the fire. "Check this out," he said, and pulled a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels from his backpack. "Oh shit, where did you get that?" I asked. "I stole it from the fire house when my Dad and I went a couple days ago," he laughed. (My uncle is a volunteer fire fighter). We each took a swig, it was my first taste of alcohol and it was terrible, burned all the way down and left a warm feeling in my stomach. I washed it down with a few gulps of my Pepsi. Then we topped off our Pepsi cans with the whiskey to make a cocktail of sorts. We sat by the fire for a bit, finishing our first cans of whisky and Pepsi, then moving to the second. Talking about literally anything other than the game of poker we had agreed to play hours earlier. As soon as the second can was empty I got up to go get another from the tent and nearly fell over. My cousin laughed at me, "you're drunk." I just laughed, I wasn't drunk, tipsy for sure but not drunk...I don't think. "Fuck you dude...that rock is dangerous," I pointed vaguely at the ground where I stumbled and walked towards the tent. "You want another or are you good?" I asked. "I'll have another for sure, but I also think we should play some poker...I could really go for a blow job," he half joked. My heart started pounding at the idea of having to suck his dick, and let him cum in my mouth, I really didn't want to do it but I couldn't back out, "Fuck you, I hope you're ready to taste my cum" I laughed. "Let's go then," he said, getting up from his camping chair and meeting me at the tent. We opened new cans, took a gulp and topped them off with the Jack. He pulled out his deck of cards from his backpack and started to explain the rules. Basically if you lose the hand, you lose an article of clothing of your choice. "And the loser has to blow the winner until he cums." "But you don't have to swallow, just let me cum in your mouth," I added. "Well, of course not, swallowing would be gay," he laughed and took a drink of his drink. "You nervous?" he asked. "No, you're going down...on my dick," I laughed, even though I was nervous as fuck. "I think we should each take a shot," he said, opening the bottle and handing it to me. I took a big gulp, probably the equivalent of a double, coughed and gagged and passed him the bottle to do his shot. I felt my nerves calm down as the Jack settled in my stomach. He dealt the first hand. Which I won with a single pair. "Oh man, you suck at this, just like you'll be sucking my dick," I taunted, watching him remove one of his shoes. The next hand I also won, and continued to talk shit as he lost his other shoe and a sock before I lost a single hand. We both continued to talk shit, me more so than him, and I was surprisingly good at it...probably the alcohol. We kept drinking, he lost his shirt and I still had only lost both shoes and a sock. "Damn you are terrible, if I beat you this bad...you should just give up and swallow my load," I laughed. He laughed, "fuck you dude." "You wish," I fired back, taking a sip of my drink. "You know what, actually yeah," he said, finishing his drink. "What?" I said and finished mine. He opened the bottle of Jack, "You think you're so good, lets up the bet," he took a swig from the bottle and passed it to me. "What do you mean," I took my shot, not feeling the burn anymore. He laughed, "you're so sure, you're so good, how about we up the bet, the winner gets to fuck the loser?" "Fuck that," I laughed, passing him back the bottle. He laughed again, "because you're a pussy!" "No, fuck you dude," I said, "You know what, alright, the winner gets to fuck the loser," the words flew out of my mouth with a confidence of a boy who knows he's going to win. "You're on," he said with a snicker, and started to deal the next hand. I lost that hand, and my other sock. "Oh, not so good now that your ass is on the line," he laughed. He dealt the next hand, which he lost. I laughed, but was no longer talking shit. I just watched as he undid his shorts, slipping them off to reveal a pair of light green sport briefs and he tossed his shorts at me. Then he took another shot and passed me the bottle, "fuck," he said aware that he only had his underwear to lose. I took my shot, passing him back the bottle, "is naked the loser or the hand played after naked?" I asked. He laughed, "fuck you, you know it's naked." He dealt the next hand, I lost the hand and my shirt. Then the next hand, and my shirt. I started to get nervous, "I need to piss," I said, getting up and out of the tent, he followed in just his briefs, his dick semi hard. We both pissed into the creek, not saying a word. Back in the tent, he took a shot and passed me the bottle, "you ready to lose?" I took a small shot, feeling more confident, "you ready to get fucked?" I laughed. The next hand I lost, "fuck," I almost shouted, tossing my cards in the pile. He laughed, "Yeah, off with the shorts," he was grinning from ear to ear. I begrudgingly took off my shorts, revealing a pair of light blue Jockey no-fly briefs, throwing my shorts at him like had had to me earlier. "You ready? This is it," he said. "Let's go," I said. I got dealt a pair of pocket Aces, my heart started pounding as he did the turn, a Jack, a ten and a four. The flop, another Ace, I could barely contain myself. The river, a Queen. Neither of us said anything, you could hear crickets, the babble of the river and the crackle of the fire. I am certain he could hear my hear pounding out of my chest. "Well, what have you got?" he asked. "Bam," I slammed my Aces down, "Three of a kind!" I almost shouted. "Damn," he said, "that sucks for you," he put his hand down. "Flush beats a three-of-a-kind," he said with a smile. "Wait, what?" I stared at the cards, "fuuuuck." There was a pause, he took a swig from the Jack, "you want the last shot?" I took the bottle, gulping down the last of it as I watched him slip off his briefs, his dick getting hard at lightning speed. "You want to do it on your sleeping bag or mine?" "Neither," I said curtly. "Oh come on man, don't be a sore loser," he coxed. "I don't know man," I was nervous, "how about I blow you...like we agreed," hoping he will let me out of this if I let him cum in my mouth. "No way dude, a bets a bet," he said, slowly stroking himself as he dug into his backpack. Quick thinking, "what if I promise to swallow?" I tried to negotiate. "no dice," he laughed, pulling some Vaseline from his bag. Last ditch effort to get out of it, "well I can't let you do it without a condom," I told him. He pulled a condom from his wallet, "condom," he said with a slight chuckle. Then did a half drunk barrel roll over to my side, onto my sleeping bag, landing next to me. We both laughed. His dick was hard as a rock, mine was too. I really didn't want to get fucked, but a bet is a bet. "Ok, but, if it hurts you have to pull out," I started to say. "Of course," he said, gesturing for me to lay down on my stomach. I did, and he quickly grabbed my underwear and pulled them down to my ankles, climbing onto my ass. Thankfully the alcohol had kicked in and my head was spinning, but the warmth of his body sitting on mine felt good. He took the Vaseline and used a glob on my hole, slipping a finger in, which felt really weird, not sexy at all. I heard the condom wrapper open and the sound of latex rolling down and stretching over his shaft. "You read?" he asked, lining his dick up with my hole. "I guess," I said. "Just relax," he said, rubbing his dick up and down my crack, pushing on the bone above my hole. "ow, lower," I told him. He maneuvered it lower, "there?" "There," I said, feeling him start to push on my hole. "Oh fuck, no...ow," I groaned as the head popped in. "Relax dude," he said trying to push in further. A searing pain shot through my entire body, "Fuck dude, no way, it's way to big, fuuuck, you gotta pull out," I told him. He pulled out and I could hear my hole sucking the Vaseline off his condom as it closed shut like the blast doors in the Death Star. "Fuck that hurt," I told him. "Really? That bad?" he said, almost like I was being a baby. "Yeah, man, your dick is bigger than it looks," I told him. He continued to hump up and down my crack, which started to feel good now that my hole wasn't being violated, the gentle up and down rubbing across my hole did feel surprisingly good. "It's not that big," he said, holding my hips and slowly stroking across my hole. "I mean...it's a little too big, felt like you were ripping me apart," I said, trying not to moan from this new pleasure I was getting from my hole being teased. "Well, it felt really good for the little bit I was in," he told me. "Yeah?" I asked, with a weird sense of pride. "Oh yeah, I probably will cum quick if you let me try again," he said. "Fuck man I don't know," I said, his dick rubbing across my hole again. The alcohol in my system telling my brain to try it again, the pleasure from the teasing on my hole telling me I might like it. "Come on man, I'll pull out if it hurts, just...let's try again," he begged. "It's just to big dude," I tried to reason against all the things I was feeling and thinking. "What if I took the condom off?" he suggested. "What? No," I said. "Well, the condom adds to the thickness," he said matter of factly. I don't know why but that made sense to me. "Just let me get it in all the way, and if it still doesn't feel good I'll pull out," he said. "Alright, fine, promise to pull out?" I asked. "For sure," he said, "without the condom?" "I guess," I said and heard the rubber-band sound of the condom snapping off his dick. "But you can't cum inside me," I said sternly. "ok," he said and started pushing in, this time a little less rough. I grunted, feeling the head pop into my hole. "Oh fuck..." I breathed in sharp, "no, sorry man, it's too big," I told him, clenching my teeth and my ass. "Just give it a second, let me get all the way in and then I'll pull out," he said, pushing another inch in and another, slowly until he was laying flat on my back, "mmm" he moaned in my ear. Still feeling that sharp pain, like a hot poker was in my ass, "fuck dude, it's too much," I told him. "You're ok, just give it a second, it's not as bad as before right?" he pointed out. It wasn't as bad, still hurt like hell, but also a weird good feeling mixed with a feeling of fullness, and as he started pulling it back out it hurt less and I felt empty. He slowly pushed back in, "fuck dude," he whispered in my ear, bottoming out in me a little deeper than before. I groaned, teeth clenched, I realized I was in it until he was done at this point, "Are you close?" I asked, breathless. "Getting close," he said almost moaning. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in deeper, I let out a whimper. His dick felt longer and bigger than ever, though it felt like it was going in easier with every thrust. He reached under my arms to grab my shoulders for leverage to pull himself deeper into me, humping me like I was a toy for his penis. "Oh man, that feels real good," he moaned out. "Are you close?" I asked again, less clenched than before. "I'm close," he said, gripping my shoulders tight, his breath in my ear. "How close?" I asked, noticing the pain was less and I could now feel it being replaced with a slight pleasure. "Real close," he said, his humping becoming less rythmic. "Don't forget to pull out..." I started to say. "But i want to..." he grabbed my shoulders and thrust hard into me, "ungh...oh...fuck..." I felt him expand inside me, and shove harder and deeper into me without withdrawing, shaking and clearly cumming inside me. "Oh shit..." was all I could say, feeling the warmth and then a small withdrawll and another thrust in, this one felt so good, with all the cum lubricating my insides. "Fuuuck..." I managed to breath out. "Oh fuck," he said, his body shuddered as the last drop squezed out of his dick 7" deep inside me. He slowly let his dick slide out of me with a pop and rolled onto his back onto the floor of the tent. "Fuck dude...that was, oh man...did you like it?" he asked. I didn't know what to say, I didn't like most of it, but right before he nut inside me it did start to feel good, "I don't know man...did you cum in me?" I asked, knowing the answer. "Yeah," he said with a grin, out of breath. I rolled onto my back, my dick was rock hard. I started to stroke it, clenching my ass I came within seconds, shooting a huge load of cum onto my stomach. "Damn dude, that was a big load," he said. I wasn't sure if he was talking about me, or the load he left in my ass, but I felt...weird, gross, confused and still horny at the same time. I pulled my briefs back up from my ankles, using my shirt to wipe the cum off my chest and then tossed it to him. "Gross," he said, tossing it back. "You don't need it to wipe up?" I asked, seriously. He looked at me and grinned, "no, I think it's all in you," he laughed. Now I really felt gross. He put his briefs back on with a snap of the waistband, climbed into his sleeping bag and was asleep in a few minutes. I passed out a few minutes later, head still spinning and my ass still twitching.