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I posted an ad on Cragislist that read Cumdump hosting. You pick the hole. Door open room dark on knees naked waiting for your cock. Feed it to me until you're hard. You decide which hole to dump in." A 29 year old rough trade hot motherfucker shows up and had me suck his dick, which was buried in my throat balls-deep. I could feel his rod throbbing. Eventually he stepped out of his pants, and I caught a glimpse of a somewhat small tattoo midway up his chest, but as he was still wearing a shirt I couldn't see much of it. After blowing him for a few minutes he slid into my hole. He was not gentle, but instead virtually ripped into my hole. He pounded my love button for about five minutes then withdrew, telling me he wanted me on my back as he wanted to see my eyes as he came inside my ass. I shifted to the position he wanted as I was utterly horny and determined to get his cock back into my hole, so I took a deep hit of poppers as he re-entered my ass, again going balls-deep. About a minute of deep-dicking me, he thrust in his entire length, and leaned back as his cock began shooting cum deep into my ass. Afterwards he looked deep into my eyes, smiling broadly, as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his his hot scorpion tatt.
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So like many others on here I struggle with monogamous relationships. I can handle it just fine for about 6-9 months and then it's like the floodgates are opened and the urge to have sex with other men cannot be curbed longer. I have this relationship now I've been in for a bit over a year and the past 3 months have just been overfilled with sex with others. I have a really slutty Grindr profile that just encourages guys to contact me for sex and since I have "neg on prep" most guys can be convinced to go BB after I have convinced them that I don't fuck that many guys BB (yeah right... total lie lol). This summer has been some kind of a record for me as I've had some low activity at work (freelance) and my libido has been ever present. The pride week in particular was nuts. The BF was going to see his friends so I had some hours to spare. I contacted first a couple I know who were in town since we had intended to meet up for sex. We weren't sure we would have chemistry so we had drinks near my house with the option to fuck after. Suffice to say we were all horny from the first moment and went home quickly. They are both tops so we started out with some sucking each other followed by a nice spit roasting session where one came in my mouth which I fed in a cum kiss to his man that then came violently in my ass. They left and a regular fuck buddy had contacted me and asked to come over. He gets really into the slutty son / breeding dad play so I was excited. He was an hour away so I was killing time on Grindr when a faceless Grindr profile contacts me from 200m away. Turns out he's a discreet top that needed to dump a load so I told him to come immediately if he didn't mind a quick one. He came over was a nice young guy who is into trained hairy ass (like mine). Was super turned on by my cum filled hole and bred me deep after about 10 min of fucking. Thanked me and left. 10 min later my "sir" came and found my wet hole with his fingers. He prefers to be the first to mark my ass so he punished my for being a slutty boy but understood and fucked me good and sloppy for about 30 minutes before planting his load deep in my ass. I snapped some of it with my fingers as my well used hole was leaking cum and ass juices. He left and my BF came home about 45 min later. He was horny as fuck so wanted to fuck and breed my ass. I of course obliged though he was really churning the cream at that point and there were big globs of cum pooling on his dick (I noticed when I looked back). I said it was because I had used a lot of boybutter (the lube). Though it was pretty obviously cum and he was really into how sloppy my hole was. Next: my weekend getaway with a crush online... (while bf visiting his family).
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I'm in a long distance relationship, so I don't get to see my partner very much. I've been dealing with it by fucking regularly with a guy at work. I figure that's better than getting cock from a bunch of strangers. My fuckbud has an average length dick, but it's thick with a large, gorgeous head - which feels awesome smashing against my prostate or the back of my throat. He also shoots massive loads. Last night, I went to his place, where he proceeded to drive my crazy with his tongue. Fucked me missionary, before turning me over onto my stomach. I love this position - his cock has a slight downward curve, and it hits me in all the right places. He alternated between fucking me flat on my face or pulling me up to my knees to pound me "like a bitch." We fucked for over and hour. By the end of it, my hole was a cummy mess, and his load had been fucked out of my hole and dripped down, slathering my balls. Next morning, I was still asleep when I felt him kissing my back and teasing my hole with his cock. I lifted up my ass. He pushed in, using his cum from last night as lube. He went to town right away. Pounded the shit out of me and left another load in me.
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My boy and I were invited over to my friend Danny's house for his birthday. We met at home after work, had quick showers, and headed over. Danny is straight, and so would many of his guests, but his parties have a reputation for getting pretty sociable, so we both made sure to clean real well in case any action came out way. We had a beer or three and then split up to mingle, and maybe find someone to take home and share. I saw a really hot muscle daddy and spent the next thirty minutes getting better acquainted. This guy was smoking, mid 40s, spiky salt-and-pepper hair, ice-blue eyes, and a massive chest. He introduced himself as Danny's brother. Danny had been holding out on me, having never mentioned a brother. I got a little touchy-feely, and unbuttoned his collared shirt a few buttons to expose his burly chest hair. I was practically drooling and this guy seemed a little nervous. My boy saw me from across the room, flirting with some skinny Emo kid, and his wink gave me the go ahead to take things up a notch. I managed to convince him that we could get to know each other a bit better in private, and cajoled him into the bathroom. We made out for a while as I worked his shirt off and his slacks puddled at his ankles. His briefs were straining to release his massive hardon. A beautiful, if slightly over-groomed uncut cock with low-hanging full balls. I wound up blowing him in the bathroom and I didn't notice his wedding ring until his hands were on the back of my head as he skull fucked m my mouth. He shot a tasty load into my mouth and I savored the taste, feeding a bit back to him as we kissed. I asked about the ring, and it turns out his wife was at the party too. Shit! He said he wasn't gay, but I could call him if I wanted his load again. He gave me his card, and I knew I'd be sucking that meaty tool again. I felt a bit like a slut, and was left blue-balled as he made his way back to the party. I came out of the bathroom seeing my boy leaning against the wall making out hardcore with the skinny Emo kid, running his hands up and down the little guy's taught torso. I heard my boy ask him, “Hey, wanna fuck me?” The kid nodded and suggested they make their way to the bedroom. I snuck past them and made it to Danny's bedroom and jumped into the closet just before they came tumbling into the room, so eager to be alone. Happily, the closet door had slits so I could see most of what they were doing. My boy ripped the Emo kid's tight t-shirt off and got down on his knees, pulling a studded belt out of Emo's jeans and shucking them down to his ankles. My boy pulled Emo's long skinny dick out of his tight whiteys and sucked it all down in one gulp. “Shouldn't we lock the door,” he asked. “Oh yeah,” my boy replied, “Wouldn't want anyone to see us doing the nasty.” My boy went to the door and looked out. I wondering if he was looking for me. He closed the door and locked it, turned, and pounced on Emo, pushing him down onto the bed, covered in all of the guests' coats. They rolled around for a few minutes, and before long they were both naked and sweaty and most of coats were all over the floor. “I need you inside of me NOW,” my boy cried out. Emo looked a bit concerned. “Should I bag up? I'm sure my brother has a condom in here somewhere.” Shit, my boy and I were fooling around with BOTH of Danny's brothers in the same night. “I can't wait. Lube me up with some spit and FUCK ME!” My boy rolled over onto his back and spread his legs wide winking his hairy asshole. “You're clean right?,” he asked with a smirk on his face. (Emo didn't know that my boy and I have been sharing our assholes with several POZ friends for months now...) Emo nodded and spit into his hand lubing up his skinny cock. “I don't want to hurt you,” he whispered. Emo went to town on my boy's ass, slurping and fingering in as much spit as possible, then he leaned back and started to sink his raw cock into my boy's hungry hole. By now, I had my dick in my hand and was wanking furiously, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb the lovers in action. Emo whispered in a dry-throated voice, “I'm going to cum. Can I cum in you?” My boy answered by grabbing Emo's ass and keeping him from pulling out even if he had wanted to. I watched as Emo's whole body shuddered and I knew his cock was spewing cum all over my boy's insides. I came hard in my hand and fed myself part of my load, then started fingering the rest up my own hole. “What about me?,” my boy asked as Emo started looking for his clothes, “Don't I get to cum?” “Umm... I usually don't give head,” Emo shrugged. “That's fine then. Can I fuck you?” “Raw?” “Well, yeah. Turn about is fair play. If you trust me enough to fuck me, then shouldn't you trust me enough to fuck you?” “Okay, but you're clean right?” “I was the last time I got tested.” (My boy was actually being truthful. Neither of us had been tested since we started taking POZ loads...) “Just be gentle.” My boy bent Emo over the rumpled sheets and coats, spit onto his rockhard dick and then onto the boys quivering hole and worked in one then two fingers. From where they were, I could see the tip go in with some difficulty as Emo squealed into the sheets in pain. My boy found Emo's undies, wadded them up, and shoved them into his mouth, then eased in the rest of his raw dick. My boy has much more experience bottoming, but he's a damned good top. He was making this kid squeal with delight after just a few thrusts. Emo was backing up onto my boy's dick as soon as it wasn't in balls deep. “You want my cum?” Emo mumbled something through his Calvin Klein gag, and it sounded enough like a “yeah” that my boy slammed forward a few more times and came deep in Emo's hole. Then, my boy turned his head directly at the closet where I was hiding, and gave the door a thumbs up and a huge grin. I watched them clean each other up a bit, make out some more, and then there was a knock at the door, someone wanting their coat so they could leave. The boys opened the door and ran into the hallway giggling. I wanted a few minutes until the coast was clear, and started hunting for my coat. I found it balled up and sticky. Looked like Emo had shot a load while my boy was fucking him. I made my way back to the group in the living room and found my boy chatting with Emo and our host. Danny then introduced me to his little brother, and called over his older brother too. I said, “Oh, we've met...” My boy and I exchanged stories on the bus ride home. I had a fancy Wall Street business card from my conquest, and my boy had Emo's cell scrawled on a ripped piece of notebook paper. We're trying to figure out how to get them both over for some fun at the same time...
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The library closed at 5:00pm. One of my jobs when I close the library is to walk through all three floors to make sure that nobody got locked in the basement, first floor or second floor. The place is empty up until I get to the study carrels on the second floor outside the rare book room. Some guy is in the last carrel, totally asleep with his head down on his arms on the desk. I’ve seen this guy around before in the same outfit with a green stripe t-shirt, khaki shorts and some white canvas All-Star sneakers. He’s got dark brown hair with a conservative cut, not too short but real simple. I know from checking him out other times that he has a real fresh face that is almost boarding school preppy except for dark brown puppy dog eyes that make him look more down to earth. He has a narrow nose and thin lips, but a big smile with laugh lines that put some character on a face that some guys might think is too pretty or too plain to be sexy. Well, he’s also 6-2, 170 and real masculine, with a prominent Adam’s Apple that reminds you he is a man, not just a pretty boy. He’s got real full hair and you can’t see the Widow’s Peak but you know that it’s there because of the way the hair dips down his forehead. So you could draw line from that downward dip in his hair to his kind of pointy nose to his strong chin to his big Adam’s Apple. I know all this because I have studied him. Plus, I’ve kept going further down, checking out his lean torso and the bulge in the front of his favorite khaki shorts. There is no hair on his forearms, but he has decent hair on his legs. Maybe the hair is more sparse on his legs than it seems because the hair is so dark on his pale skin. He looks Irish, like he could be a Kennedy. I studied this guy online, too because I help with Online Journals and Databases where things can get slow because the students know how to use them better than the professional library staff which is why they bring in someone like me to help. It took me a long time to figure out this guy’s name because when he is with friends in the library they call him Tip. No students named Tip. I saw him check out a book a few months ago that I looked at, and learned his first name is Nate. He went straight to law school from undergraduate, he will be a second year law student in the Fall, and he is 22 or 23 depending on his exact birthday (which I can’t locate online). After all that research, one day I see Nate getting picked up in a car by a real pretty blond girl and the hello kiss makes it real clear she isn’t his sister. Straight, girlfriend, forget it. Move on. Plus, she’s driving a shiny BMW. I don’t know where these people get all that money. I call his name, but the guy is not waking up. Nate, Tip. No response. I really don’t want to touch him, because students can flip out over nothing. I can’t afford any trouble. But okay it’s time to leave and I need to go find some action. What I want to do is run my hands through his full head of hair, but that would be trouble for sure. I shake his shoulder and call his name again – Excuse me, Nate, Tip? Time to go. That rouses him. Nate looks at me kind of confused because he has no clue who I am, and he rubs his face. I’m closing the library now. Its closing time. You have to clear out, okay? Nate checks his phone and sees the time. Fuck! I’m sorry, man. I was just resting my eyes for a minute. I have a paper due tomorrow. I need to look something up that’s not online so I can finish. Will that be okay? This is not my fucking problem, but I can’t say no to Nate. So we go look for the book in the stacks. It’s not there. Nate panics because students have no common sense. I know there is a copy at the reference desk. Hey, there should be a copy downstairs at the reference desk. Let’s go see. Nate is so grateful. His smile just melts me. When we get to the reference desk I pull the book and hand it to Nate. He flips through the index and turns to where he needs to get his information to finish his big paper. Now he’s flipping out, turning the pages again and again. The exact page that he needs is missing because somebody cut it out, like with an Exacto knife. That’s how students treat each other. Nate is ready to cry. I mean his chin is trembling and I can see his puppy dog eyes welling up. It is melting me. Hey Nate, I think we can call around to another law library in the morning and get a scan of your page. They’re not supposed to photocopy or scan books, but they’ll do it for me. Nate stands there thinking, like he doesn’t know what to do. So lost. Nate finally decides that he can wait until morning. The smile is back on Nate’s face and he is extending his hand. I’m Nate, but you know that already. Not sure how. Anyway, my friends call me Tip. You can call me Tip. Now I’m smiling back and shaking Tip’s hand. I’m Dan. Nice to meet you. Too bad you have a girlfriend is what I want to say, though. We go back upstairs so Tip can get his stuff and I can finish checking for any other students still in the library. Tip is all gentlemanly when we get to the stairs, and motions for me to go first. I swear to God I could feel his eyes on my ass, which I am confident looked good in my tight jeans and just a jockstrap underneath. I get back from checking for students, which there were none, and Tip is standing at the study carrell reading some notes. WTF, Dude, I have things to do. Like I need to go find someone to fuck. Tip blushes and scampers around throwing shit in his backpack. I mean he is flustered at this point and it is fucking adorable seeing him trying to get his act together. Phone check. Its right there, Tip. Wallet check. Still in your back pocket. Notes check. Really, you’re gonna read them again? I thought your paper was done except for one last piece. Everything is finally all gathered up. Tip looks at me and smiles, and he puts his hand on my back to gesture that he is ready to go. I’m supposed to be playing it cool here, but I jump. Tip doesn’t pull back, though. He just rubs my back a bit and smiles. Ready? There is lots of little brushing up against each other on the way out of the building. Its making me horny to go find some ass to breed. What time should we meet in the morning? Ten o’clock, Tip. That’s when we re-open. The reference desk is closed, but I can take care of it for you. Where did I park? Lot C7. Well, that’s on my way, I can walk with you, Dan. Tip starts making small talk, asking me what kind of car I drive. He’s never even heard of a Ford Excursion, and says he wants to see it. Come on, Dude. But I did just have it washed and it is my baby. I think Tip likes the truck. It’s giant. Do you ever let anyone else drive it? You’re kidding, right? But okay. Let me get it out of the parking ramp. Then we can switch. Ignition, AC, music (too loud, had to turn it down), gear. I pull to the curb and climb out. Tip is three inches taller than me. He’s spending an eternity adjusting the mirrors. We’re not going that far, Dude. No, take your time. You know what? My girlfriend is out of town and I have a gift certificate from Ribeye that is going to expire. Want to go? Tip is looking really good behind the wheel of my truck, and I want to say yes but my balls are going to burst if I don’t get laid soon, even though I fucked Paul yesterday and jacked off this morning. I can’t. I have to … go to church. Isn’t that on Sunday? Well, I mean I have to get up early so I can go to Church before work. Are you sure, I would love to thank you for helping me out. I haven’t done anything yet. I know you’ll come through. Tip’s arm is right there rubbing up against mine on the center console because he is so cocky driving a truck he never heard of or saw before that he can drive with one hand. Tip nudges my arm and says Come On. We’ll make it quick. It’s early, there won’t be a line. Dinner was a big mistake. The food was pretty good and the service was very good, but Tip kept eyeing the waitress. What was I thinking? You know what? That waitress looked like Tip’s fucking girlfriend and I don’t know either of them but I hate them both. Oh, so the paper is about finance and tax in mergers? Can you tell me more? I’m fucking fascinated. The only good part was the drinks. I had to use my fake ID, but I got served. Tip was impressed that I am (fake ID) 21. So we’re only one year apart. That fills in my biography. Tip is 22. So what? I’m horny, I’m frustrated and, yes, I’ll have another beer. Yep, all finished. Sure, I’ll drop you home. Yes, you can drive again. Easy on the gas, Tip. Are you sure you’re okay to drive? So, there’s plenty of parking at Tip’s apartment building. He pulls the truck into a space open on both sides, which is good because he is not exactly between the lines. Tip is reaching into the backseat trying to grab his backpack. I’ll get it for you. I climb out and open the rear door and get the backpack. I come around to the driver’s door and Tip is standing there with the door open. He takes the backpack from me and leans forward to put it over his shoulder. A bit of a stumble, and I steady him. My hands are on his waist and I’m looking up into his handsome face. Tip is smiling, a different smile than I’ve seen so far. Like he wants something that he knows he shouldn’t have. This is visitor’s parking. I mean, if you wanted to come in for another beer or if you need to use the restroom. Yeah, I need to use the restroom to jack off before I cum in my jeans without touching myself because you give me a big erection. Or a beer? I may not be a fancy law student, but I’m no idiot. I reach past Tip to get the keys out of the ignition. Our bodies are rubbing against each other for that maneuver, and I feel myself turn red because my boner is rubbing against Tip’s thigh. Tip steadies me now, with his hand on the small of my back. God damn, why are you touching me there, Dude? I should just leave and hit the rest stop or something, but maybe there’s something going on here. Some law student live like kings, and Tip is one of them. The place is all brand new. Nice floors. Kitchen hits you when you walk in, but it’s all granite and high end. A tour? Balcony. Washer and drying. Bathroom. Fuck, it’s like a spa. Study. You have a study? And you’re sleeping in the law library? Small bedroom with the bed up against one wall. Everything is all clean. I bet he has a maid. Oh yeah, and a girlfriend, because her shoes were right by the front door and her makeup was on the bathroom sink. No, I’m good, but go ahead if you want another beer. Tip gets his beer and pops the cap, leaving the opener and the cap on the counter for the maid. I’m sitting on the sofa and Tip sits next to me. Not right up against, but not all the way to his end. Tip takes off his sneakers. It’s like a production. Untie. Pull them apart. Raise your leg. Pull off the sneaker from the heel. Pull off the little sock from the heel. Stuff the little sock into the sneaker. Do the other foot. Law students are anal. Tip has big feet. They have to be size 12s or 13s, I don’t know. Big. Nice. I’m wearing my dressy loafers from work, but I just kick them off. Staff aren’t allowed to wear sneakers to work. Nice jeans are okay, but no sneakers and no t-shirts. Tip gathers up his shoes and my loafers and deposits them neatly by the front door. He lands a bit closer to me on the sofa when he returns. Do I have a girlfriend? OMFG. Where are my loafers? Not really. I’m lucky? Why? Tip is not looking at me now. He’s just looking past me, out beyond the balcony. He’s thinking again. I shouldn’t say anything. It’s not your problem, and we don’t even know each other. This goes on for a while. I don’t know how it happened, but we ended up to where we were both sitting on the sofa facing each other with our feet up on the cushion and our legs to our chests. Tip never said anything about being gay or bi. But I pulled off my socks and placed them neatly on the floor. Folded and everything. While Tip is talking about all of his guy friends and girlfriends in college and how close he felt to all kinds of different people, I slid my bare feet forward to lay on top of his. And I spread my legs open, which made my boner all the more obvious if it wasn’t already. I’ve never cheat on my girlfriend. Fuck you, Tip. Hand me my socks and shoes and I’m outta here. Well, it’s not cheating if it’s with another guy. Now, I’ve heard before that this line works, but this is the first time I ever even had a chance to try it out. More looking off into the distance. Then Tip spreads his legs open to mirror my position. He has to reach down and adjust his cock because his boner is pressed against the front of his shorts the wrong way. I get up on my knees, and then bend forward into Tip. My hands are on his broad shoulders. You’re handsome. Oh, the blush and the smile. This is a nice t-shirt, but maybe we can take it off. Awesome pecs. Flat abs. No hair except what should be there drawing a line from his belly button to the top of his shorts. I take off my polo to keep things even. My dark skin is also smooth, but I have a patch of hair between my pecs. Tip runs his hands up and down the sides of my torso. No kissing, okay? I understand. It’s cool. I mean, on the lips. Understood. I help Tip out of his shorts and underwear, with him still seated against the arm of the sofa. No wonder he had to adjust his boner earlier. Is it seven or eight? Whatever, it’s real hard. Tip has big balls at the base of his cock. Pretty hairy sac and lots of pubes running partway up his dick. Not a manscaper. Veiny shaft with darker skin below the head where the foreskin would retract to if he still had his. Shame about that. I swear to God the head is so big. Giant piss slit. Now I’m smiling because all I can think is that the tip is so big. My girlfriend never made the connection. None of them ever did. But all of my gym buddies get it immediately. Please, please stop with the girlfriend, Tip. I lean back and work myself out of my jeans and jockstrap. I’m a full six inches, but I feel small in comparison to Tip. My foreskin is hallway back already, and my own tip is moist with precum. I get back on my knees like before, put my hands on Tip’s shoulders and feel him returning his hands to the sides of my torso. We say it together, let’s do this. I bend down and take the head of Tip’s cock in my mouth. I tongue it, and I tongue the edge of it and even try to get that dark skin down below it with my tongue. Then I relax my throat and swallow his cock to the base. I keep my mouth there while I purse my lips to tingle on his pubes, and I run my hands up his thighs until the backs of my hands have his balls rubbing up against them. I use my hands to thrust his cock even further down my throat. I know how to breathe through my nose, and good thing because Tip’s cock is getting bigger and he is starting to pulsate. Oh fuck. Oh, watch out. The ejaculation is intense. Tip is bucking up involuntarily throat fucking me while his white hot sperm is jetting out and running down my throat. Tip’s comedown was slow. His cockhead was like suctioned and glued to my throat. When he eventually released and withdrew, his cock was still hard and slapped up against his flat belly. Honestly, he looked happier than I can remember ever seeing a guy look. Wow. Oh, I’m sorry, Dan. I tried to warn you. Is it always that good? How long did it take you to learn to do it like that? Is there a book or something that I can give my girlfriend for Christmas to read up on? Dude, one more comment about the girlfriend and I’m outta here. We are just talking for a while. Back like we were before except now our legs are outstretched and intertwined, and my cock is hard or maybe semi-hard while I play with Tip’s cock and balls with my feet and toes. Unlike at dinner, now Tip wants to listen to me. Do I have a boyfriend? No, but I have my eye on a few guys. Do I date? Sometimes? Do I hookup a lot? A bit. Do I fuck around with any of the guys at the law school? No, but I’ve met a couple other undergrads and an engineering grad student or maybe also a Ph.D. candidate for economics. Have I ever been with a girl? No. No, I don’t think I would, but you never know because we’re both still young and learning. Can I suck your cock? Tip gets up on his knees and begins to try to do for me what I did for him. He bends down and stares at my penis. He licks the head. He strokes the shaft. He fiddles with the foreskin. He swirls the precum around the head with the tip of his finger. I don’t know if he is mesmerized or scared. You can suck it, Tip. Oh my god. He takes me in his mouth and it feels so good, and it looks good too because this handsome guy is getting his M4M card with me. Tip struggles with technique, but I just lay back and play with his full head of hair while he explores. The foreskin is kind of an advanced maneuver, and I’m not embarrassed by it but it’s not like I washed up before we started fooling around so the fresh cheese had to be totally foreign since Tip doesn’t even make his own because he’s circumcised. Amazing how fast a guy can figure out how to give at least a decent blowjob. Tip instinctively tried to do what I had done to him, and I think he was also trying to show me some of the technique that he would like on himself. He worked the base of my cock with his big, strong hands while he sucked what he could without getting me past the back of his mouth or the very beginning of his throat. Tip took a break, and got back up on his knees. He’s just looking me in the eye. Fuck it, I’m melting again seeing desire and fear in him. I glance down and see that Tip is rock hard again. Full mast. Do you want to go to the bedroom? Hmmm, what happens there? Uh-huh. We stand up, and we balance each other as we walk together into the bedroom. I lay on the bed on my back, and Tip kneels between my legs. He caresses my torso again, and he jack my cock a bit. He even sucks me some more. Tip puts my legs up on his shoulders and gets his cock up against my hole. I think I’m in for it right there, but Tip begins to caress my thighs. Is he going to change his mind? So I’m just laying there wondering how this is going to play out when Tip spread my legs open with his hands. He puts his shoulders down into the backs of my knees and pushed my ass up off the bed. I do shave down there, but it’s hairy and I think it could even be a little ripe because of the no washing up. Tip must like this position for straight sex because he is skilled. He places his hands on the sides of my ass cheeks and pulls apart my pucker, exposing my rectum to his whim. I jump like I’ve never been licked down there before. Tongue, lips. Pulling on my little hairs with his teeth. Tip is lavishing attention on my asshole, and I am in shock at how much I like the fact that it is him doing it compared to how I feel when its random. But this was random, but now it feels different. Tip retreats from between my legs and comes forward and sticks his dick in my mouth. I tell him to turn around so I can deep throat him, and he does it. Tip is fucking my face again and I think he will soon be sucking my cock. No, he pulls my ass back up in the air and picks up where he left off. Except now with his fingers in my ass, too. I am so ready to be fucked by this guy, but I can’t speak with his dick down my throat. I have to gently push Tip up out of my mouth. Hey Tip, I’m ready whenever you are. In an instant, Tip is back where he was when we first got on the bed. Kneeling between my open legs. He places my legs up on his shoulders and gets us into position. His cock is right there. Do we need to use a condom? Not unless you want to, Tip. I can’t believe I consented to being fucked with a condom. Okay then. No need. Tip caresses my thighs again as he put the head of his cock begins to open me up. It’s big. I hope that I can take more than just the tip. Lucky for me, Tip catches on to every physical and non-verbal clue. Our eyes are glued on each other as Tip penetrates me fully. Tip already came once from me sucking him. So he has some stamina to keep fucking me now without shooting too soon. But I don’t touch myself because the puddle of precum on my own flat belly would quickly become a an ocean of cum all over myself if I touched my cock now. Do you like getting fucked like this? Yeah, you’re really good, Tip. Do you want to get on your side? Tip maneuvers us so that he is taking me from behind with us on our sides. I am cradled in Tip’s arms. No kissing, but this feels intimate to me. Do I need to pull out? No. No, please don’t. I really want to feel you in me like that. I mean here we are fucking like lovers and I’m shy to say the words cum in me because this guy is being so nice and sweet and primal all at once. Tip grips my dick and starts jacking it while he thrusts into me. He doesn’t need to move his hand because my body is being pulled back and forth by his motion. My orgasm is so powerful, I’m seeing stars. My ass must be contracting and gripping on Tip’s cock. But I can’t really feel or hear anything until Tip is laying there still, with his cock still in me but slowly receding. Thank God its clean when he pulls out. I don’t know why it’s so clean because I sure got a thorough drubbing, but it was. We layed together, now side by side but face to face. Does it always feel that good? Do you ever top? Can we do this again, sometime? Do you have any friends that are hot like you that are not too feminine? Not too feminine? Yes to it all. Well, except that it’s not always quite this good. You are really good, Tip. Tip wants to shower, so we do that. It’s still relatively early in the evening, but we are both exhausted. The visitor spaces are good for overnight if you don’t use it more than one day in a row. Yeah, but I have church in the morning. Please stay. I can’t believe that I slept with this guy. I mean slept with him holding me in his arms. He dozed right off, but I feel like I was awake a lot of the night. I don’t sleep with the tricks. The sun wakes us up early. Tip has some morning wood. I am full bore. But I really do need to go to church because my family will freak out if I don’t. Tip digs around and finds me a new toothbrush and he puts the toothpaste on it for me. Do you want to shower again? The water is so warm. My cock is rubbing up against Tip’s inner thigh with me standing behind him. I’ve fucked lots of guys in this exact same scenario, but I’m not taking that initiative in this situation. Tip reaches back and places me into position. Slowly. So very slowly. My foreskin actually makes it easier to penetrate Tip because it slowly gives way, and when it does retract there is just enough new space for his ass to relax and then grip around the head of my bare cock. We fuck under the water. It’s a nice rainfall thing, and it is amazing. I have Tip pulled up against me with my arms around his torso and my hands exploring his pecs and squeezing his nipples. Nobody has ever played with my nipples before, Dan. I do it when I jerk off though. Tip works his cock with one hand while he joins me in working his nipples with the other. I show Tip the same courtesy that he showed me. Should I pull out? No, Dan. No, please don’t. I want you. Well, I can’t really remember what the fuck Tip said for sure. Because I was shooting so deep and hard and he was spraying the shower wall with his own load. We washed each other up in the groin area, and Tip even fingered my hole some more. You know what, Tip? This was really good. We dried off went together back into the living room where I got dressed. There was no awkwardness. No expression of remorse or misgiving about what happened. I guess it’s true, it’s not cheating if you do it with a guy, and I know Tip had a good time. I did, too. See you at 10:00 o’clock. Thanks, Dan. See you then. Oh God, the mirrors were so fucked up in my truck. And I didn’t even notice, but the seat was also moved. I dealt with that, got some breakfast and made it to church. The benefit of early sunrise, there. Tip was waiting outside the library when I got there at 9:45 to open up. He had on a fresh outfit with a law school t-shirt and basketball shorts. Nice and relaxed. I got a scan from the book that Tip needed, and sent it to his email before he went home to finish his paper in that nice study. Now we have each other’s email! Why do I even give a fuck? I got laid. I should be moving on. Probably will. Definitely will. But maybe there should be more with Tip, at least until he graduates next May. I can let him drive the truck again. I swear, I think it was the truck that got me laid. Anyway, the reference librarians don’t work today, so I could use a computer in one of their offices to pound this out. How can I be horny again? And I have to work until 5:00pm.
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I was getting a haircut when I received a text from a number that wasn’t in my contacts but that looked familiar. Hi Dan. It’s Ricky. Can we talk? Oh fuck, Ricky who? Is it the Health Department again? I text back with a question mark. Ricky texts back a face pic. Oh, that Ricky. Mid-20s graduate student in music history. Dirty blond hair and soft set dark blue eyes. Sheepish grin. Dimples. Soft spoken with wry humor and the incongruent mix of confidence and insecurity of an exhibitionist. I found him on Craig’s List where he had a body shot. 5-9, 160. No muscle and no hair on his manboy body, but no flab either. So pale, with some moles. Hairless taint. Hairless hole. I was going to skip over the ad because it didn’t mention anything about either safe or bareback sex, and he didn’t sound like somebody with cash because he said he was on Spring Break in Urbana. But the end of the ad said he wanted a young top, preferably black or Latin. I’m young and Latin. He had his phone number strung out through the text of the ad. Hi217, my hole is hungry356, etc. I texted him my face pic and told him to respond if he was generous for an 18yo (at the time) Latin bareback top, 250 roses. He responded with a lowball offer, and we settled in the middle. Graduate students always have money for the necessities. I thought that I was being pranked when I got to his apartment building. Too nice for a student. But also too nice to be a law enforcement trap. I got buzzed into the building and went to the apartment. It was filled with antique guitars on the wall, memorabilia, old sheet music and piles of glossy music books. And there was a framed Ph.D. in music history hanging on one of the walls. Ricky tells me that Matt the professor is out of town for a symposium so he has the place to himself. Where do I sign up for one of these professors of my own? Ricky is wearing a black t-shirt and bright white Fruit of the Loom briefs. Looking at him in the t-shirt would make you think he was picket fence white until you kept gazing down and the briefs showed that he is pale and pinkish instead. Ricky has a few small blemishes and blotches on his legs. He must bruise easily, and he must get tossed around in bed. He also had some cute moles, but no freckles (which was a shame). I fucked Ricky twice, and he came both times. He was wearing a cock ring that made his 8-inch uncut cock beet red. The first time was in the living room up against the sliding glass door to the balcony. Blinds pulled open, of course. The second time was on the bed. I had Ricky with his legs up over his head and his cock in his mouth while I shot in his ass and he squirted in his mouth and all over his pretty face. Ricky licked and scooped it all up and ate it, and put his black and white outfit back on. Ricky didn’t want me to leave, but I was working and I needed to find another client if I was going to make rent. My parents wouldn’t kick me out or anything, but they count on the money. Ricky watched me wash up at the sink. My next client was going to have to be a top because I was soft and depleted. I had forgotten to turn off the sound on my phone. We didn’t hear anything while we were fucking, but now it was making me feel awkward. All the feelers that I put out before I landed Ricky were texting me, wanting action. Ricky said that I can check messages at his place. I decline, but he insists. He volunteers himself for a three-way if that’s what the next client wants. Okay, sure, that will happen. I stay and respond to messages. Ricky is also checking his email and scrolling through Craigslist. I know that I am breaking some escort rules here, but I live by my own rules. Now Ricky wants to trade devices. No. No fucking way. Ricky accepts that answer, but sits next to me. I know he can read the screen, and some of the chats reveal that I am trying to arrange a bareback encounter with a Poz prospect. Ricky asks if I’m Poz. This question comes up over and over again AFTER I have shot one or two unmedicated loads in a guy. I tell Ricky that I am Neg and that I test every month. He says thank God because he and Matt (the professor) are both Neg. Good for you both, Ricky. Time for me to go. Before I can get to the door, Ricky wants to know if I will do a three-way with him and Matt. Ricky will take care of the payment and Matt doesn’t need to know that I’m escorting. I make Ricky tell me what Matt looks like and then I say that Matt is not my type, even though Matt sounds hot as hell and like a more mature version of Ricky himself. A week later, Ricky texted me three days in a row pleading for me to do the three-way. I never responded, and that is how Ricky’s number got deleted from my contacts. Maybe I should have blocked him. Another three weeks go by before I get the text at the barber shop. What should I do? He could confront me if he tested Poz. He’s could have been topping Matt, too because all of the cock and sexual energy that Ricky wields would be a shame to go to waste. Another text arrives, it says something like: I tested Poz. Matt swears it wasn’t him. I need to know the truth. I don’t play raw with many guys. I want to hear you tell me in person. I’m not biting. It’s not my problem. It could be a setup. A few minutes go by and my haircut is done. The next text says: Please. Will roses help? Shit, it is the end of the month again. Now I bite. 20 minutes, 250 roses. Where’s Matt. I’m not going to walk into a shit storm. Ricky says okay and that Matt is in Chicago all day. Come over now if you can. I can leave my truck where it is parked and walk to Ricky’s apartment. I check for utility and delivery trucks like I can spot cops if they were around. Ricky buzzes me in, and he opens the door right away when I get to his and Matt’s apartment. Ricky is dressed for the occasion in a baseball cap and plaid boxer shorts. He’s not wearing a wire. I’ve already decided on a story on the way over. Yeah, I’m Poz. I just found out, too. I’m so scared, I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to hurt anybody. That sort of shit. But Ricky beats me to the punch. He loves Matt. Matt denies being Poz but doesn’t want to get tested. Ricky has been so sick with the fuck flu most of the time that Matt has been back from the symposium that they have not had sex even once. So Matt is safe if Ricky got it from me. Tears are streaming down Ricky’s pretty face. He is struggling to not fall apart. Funny thing is that all this guy wants from me is to hear that I am Poz and he doesn’t care if I knew before we met or learned about it afterward. I still think my lie is the safest route, but I blurt out the truth. I explain that we didn’t talk about HIV before we met, so I just assumed that he was Poz. And when he asked me about my status I froze and lied to avoid a scene. I should have been honest. But that’s why I didn’t come back for the three-way and expose Matt. Ricky let out a loud sigh of relief and broke into a big smile. Then he frowned. Oh Dan, I’m sorry you’re Poz. Are you okay with it? Sure, sure, yeah, I’m cool with it. No problems so far. I ask if I should go now. Ricky says No, and that he has one more question for me. Do I have time for him to thank me for coming over and being so honest? Ah … yes .. but … how? Ricky says that he needs to break his dry spell now that he’s feeling better. Craig’s List wasn’t panning out and he thought he could kill two birds with one stone if he had me come over. I get lost in my own thoughts. Here is my most recent known convert. He is a vulnerable bag of emotions. And he wants a second (or third) planting of his Gift seed. Ricky is cute and nice. Matt is lucky. They’re fucked being one Poz and one Neg, but that’s not for me to solve. All I can do to help is make love to Ricky. Damn it. I face Ricky on the sofa, remove his baseball cap, and put my hands on his cheeks. I wipe away the remnants of his tears, and I pull his lips to mine. Kiss me Ricky. Kiss your young Latin Gifter. Do you even know whether you like it or not yet? You are only a year behind me in my Poz journey. Matt will never let you stay off meds, but nobody is ever going to push that poison down my throat. My life, my body and my Rules. And my cock is hard. My balls are boiling, brewing a virile load. I pull Ricky’s face down and press his lips to my crotch. I’m still in my jeans. Ricky moans. His voice is so soft. Tender. Ricky licks and nibble the denim before he unfastens, unbuttons and unclothes me from the waist down. My six inches of uncut Latin killer cock is right there. My dark foreskin is still covering all but the very tip of the head, letting my piss slit leak some precum. Each drop is enough to bond another bottom into the Brotherhood. I pull Ricky’s mouth back down onto my manhood. He takes me in one blessed inch at a time while he fishes his semi-chubbed meat out through the fly of his plaid boxers. That beautiful cum gun is never going to shoot Neg blanks again, unless someone like Matt forces silencer pills down Ricky’s throat. What a shame if that happens. There are blowjobs, and then there are blowjobs. Ricky has been on the injured reserve list for four weeks, and now he is back in the game with something to prove. Ricky tongues the head and puckers and purses his lips all the way down the shaft. It’s a symphony of tongue, lips, spit, throat and lust. This is the lust of a boy who has found his way home. Yet he is the elder and I am the younger, and still it is my seed that has allowed Ricky to fulfill a quest that he has to have known that he was on even if he was not willing to admit it to himself until he had taken the final steps. Suck it Ricky, you’ve earned it. I remember how much fun the bedroom was last time. Let’s go to the bedroom Ricky. The sparks in Ricky’s dark blue eyes responds with a soft but unmistakable yes. Ricky and I are on our feet, hand in hand. Oh wait. Get rid of the boxers, Ricky. Get rid of my t-shirt. Now take my hand in yours again and let’s return to the scene of the … , let’s call it the immaculate conception. I get on my back and Ricky knows exactly what to do. Time for some PrEP. Ricky positions himself with his ass above my face, bending forward to deep throat my cock some more. How can a 26 year old man naturally have not a single hair along the path from his balls to his newly inaugurated AIDSHole and out all the way to the small of his back? Let me explore that mystery with my tongue while Ricky continues his deep dive into the secrets of the young male penis. Ricky tastes like desire, and he has goose bumps encircling the alluring moles and blemishes that show this little angel to be a mere mortal after all. Now you have your wings, Ricky. Will you fly, or will you allow them to be clipped? I massage Ricky’s buns, and work my hands into his primal center. I want to get the blood flowing to his rectum and anus so that he is warmed and ready to receive me in that moment of discomfort that yields to pleasure when the right buttons are pushed and the proper levers are pulled – like the Latin lever fucking Ricky’s throat while I am still working on his ass end. If Ricky is more ready than me for the fucking to begin, then he is more ready than 10 men because I am throbbing with desire to get back inside his lovely manspace. What position shall it be? I reach forward and grab the sides of Ricky’s head. His soft hair feels nice in my firm grip. I shake his head like he is an Answer Ball. Ricky plays along, not missing a beat as he adjusts the suction to allow his oral tour de force to continue with an impressive demonstration of fire and nice. Ricky should have been a Ginger with all of his fiery desire and deviance. He has the complexion and markings, lacking only the hue of the hair. One gene away from being a full and true Ginger. And one more Latin load away from recommitting to being a true and full member of the Brotherhood, if only you can keep it that way. The Answer Ball says fuck Ricky on his back. Ricky tilts, lifts and slides off me, flipping right onto his back with his face at my feet. He pulls in my foot and licks my sole. You do touch my soul today, Ricky. Now let me touch yours. Ricky puts his hands behind his legs above the inside of the knees and raises himself up as I get on my knees between his makeshift altar of debauched man love. It’s not the First Communion, but it is the Confirmation. And the same padre ministers to both ceremonies. That would be me. Oh God, what have I done to you, Ricky? You are Poz beneath me, spread before me, and devoutly awaiting to be boarded for the journey to the next station. God forgive me, but I am going to re-infect this sexy and lovely man if I possibly can. I don’t know where my foreskin went. My dick is so hard, the head is exposed like a circumcised penis. But I know where my cock is going. In. Further in. Decisively all the way in. Crushingly in with my balls pressed against my body and my shaft rubbing Ricky’s prostate. Do you feel it like I feel it, Ricky? Will Matt the professor do this for you? I bend down and slide my arms under the back of Ricky’s shoulders so that I can grab him by the clavicles and pull him harder onto my pulsing penis. Easy, Chief. Not yet. Look at him. His cheeks are so red and where once there were the tracks of tears there are now droplets of sweat trickling down all the way from his furrowed forehead. His heart is beating so hard he could break a rib. His cock is at 110 percent of capacity, soon to burst at its hidden seams if the pressure is not released. His feet are on my shoulders. I kiss the top of one, and the toes of both curl. Ricky cannot remain in this precarious state a moment longer. Time slows. Ricky is looking me deep in the eyes and I see nothing but desire staring back at me. Dark blue desire set in a face beautifully contorted into a display of primal expression that signals permission to mate. And then it happens. Ricky’s hands are at his side, glued flat to the bed. My hands are on his feet, which I have moved down from my shoulders to my chest so that I can press his soles into my sweaty chest. Ricky’s pinkish pale toes dig into my pecs and his hips thrust into the air. Crescendo. Ricky’s foreskin covers most of his cockhead, but it is no match for the force of his orgasm. His Poz load, the load that I made Poz for him, rockets out as the shaft of my penis continues to rub against the ejector button that is his prostate. Ricky’s head thrashes from side to side and his body convulses in successively diminishing waves. Mid-way through Ricky’s return to earth I launch my own missiles. Every Poz soldier landing as far inside Ricky as possible and establishing a beachhead. I don’t give a fuck that I Pozzed you once, but I am proud that I may have done it twice. And look at you, Ricky. That sheepish smile reveals all. You like it. Ricky tilts his head up and says he can’t believe that just happened. The evidence is clear, Ricky. But here, let me eat the evidence. OMFG, it is warm and salty sweet with just that little hint of Ginger that makes it unique to this hot little fucker. I lap it all up, traversing the moles and the blemishes on Ricky’s pale, smooth torso along the way. This little journey within a journey ends with the thick chunks of cum that were the first to fire, and that landed on Ricky’s chin. My mouth is full of Ricky’s cum. Then my lips are on Ricky’s lips. I empty my mouth into his, and he licks my tongue clean with his own tongue. My cock has slid out of Ricky. It was released slowly as I worked my way up his cum trail. But there is another cum trail that I need to take care of. I get my face down between Ricky’s legs, and he raises his ass up off the bed for me. The errant spillage of cum is small but still substantial. I lick it up with my tongue, and I continue licking right into Ricky’s gaping rectum. His most intimately exposed flesh is wet with the cummy signs of love. This has to feel good for Ricky. I know it feels good when guys do it for me. I finish lapping up Ricky’s ass, and journey again to his lips for a final kiss. On our first visit together, I washed up at the sink. But this time Ricky and I showered together. Still, I moved through the task with some speed, because I didn’t know what time Matt might return from Chicago and I wanted to give myself plenty of time to clear the area, and Ricky enough time to gather his thoughts. I know he will tell Matt that I Pozzed him. But will Ricky tell Matt what he did to thank me for the information?
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Kyle is a hot young twink, who has a boyfriend. He and his boyfriend have been together for many years and are generally happy together. However, one day they we fighting. Kyle had been staying with his boyfriend, but decided he was going to go back to his apartment to cool off. This is the decision that changed everything for Kyle. This is what happened once Kyle got back to his apartment. Kyle got back to his apartment early in the morning, around 8 AM. Kyle was a very horny guy all the time, so even in times of high emotion he wanted sex. Kyle's roommate was not home when he got there, so he decided to log onto Grindr and see who might be interested in a hookup. Being so early in the morning, there were not a terribly large amount of guys online, and many of those who were online were not looking and just passing their time at work scrolling through the boys. Kyle did see a guy online who was usually relatively close to him that he had long though was extraordinarily sexy. He had tattoos that Kyle especially liked, and an amazing body. Kyle had not messaged his Adonis on Grindr before though, because he had these 3 letters on his profile: "PNP". Kyle knew that his boyfriend was not a fan of that activity so he elected previously not to engage in such activities. Today though was different. Kyle was horny, there were limited options, and he currently didn't give a flying fuck about his boyfriend. He made his decision, before he realized it, there was a chat bubble from him to Star Tattoo boy that said "Hey, What's up?". He didn't really expect a response, because really, who that is that pretty on Grindr is real, or not stuck up as fuck. To his surprise just a moment later, his phone buzzed. Kyle opened Grindr and saw a message from Star Tat boy: "Sup, lookin to pnp?" HOLY FUCK, Kyle couldn't believe it. He immediately responded: "FUCK YES, anything to get naked with you." Start Tat guy responded quickly informing that he had favors, but couldn't host or drive. Kyle happily offered to go pick up him up. Matt introduces himself, and asks the typical Grindr questions: Top or Bottom, Poz or Neg, Into?, & are you free now. Kyle said he was a versatile top, neg, openminded, and free immediately. Matt was happy to hear these things. He asked for a few pictures, and sent some himself. The fist picture was of his 7"x6" monster cock, to which he captioned "TOP Only". Kyle, though usually a top was perfectly fine with this, as he enjoyed bottoming for cocks bigger than his own 7"x5" cock. They both liked each other's pictures, so it was ON. Matt asked Kyle if he had any pipes or lighters. Kyle was hesitant to answer, because he knew that some party guys didn't want to have the responsibility of partying with a first-timer. He finally told Matt that he had never partied before, but really really wanted to try, and try it with him. Matt did not see this as an issue. He just wanted to make sure that Kyle had the entire day to himself, and that they would have privacy. Kyle assured him he had all day, and that he was home alone with a locking bedroom door, just in case his roomie came back. Matt told Kyle that he only fucked BB, no exceptions. This stoked Kyle, as he greatly preferred BB sex and only used condoms with hookups to appease his boyfriend. So with that Matt sent his address. Kyle put it into GPS, it was close, only about 15 minutes away. Once Kyle arrived at Matt's place, Matt was down and getting into his car in short order. Kyle had to stop and gaze at Matts perfect body for just a moment before he thew the car back in gear and headed back to his place. They guys made small talk, and discussed a little bit what partying for the first time was going to be like, getting Kyle very hard in the drivers seat. In almost no time they were back and up in Kyle's room. Matt wanted to start things off slow, which temporarily disappointed Kyle, but right after that Matt simply explained he wanted to get naked, get comfortable with each other, and maybe watch some porn before they started to party. Kyle's disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement as he started to get undressed, carefully watching Matt do the same. Matt's cock flopped out of the cute square cut trunks he was wearing, and Kyle knew he had to have that in his mouth so he dropped to his knees and started slowly licking the still soft, but girthy cock. Matt moaned for a minute and then went for the bed. Kyle took this opportunity to put some porn up on the TV, ensuring it was bareback porn. The two guys laid together kissing, caressing, & and enjoying each other's bodies. Once Matt felt comfortable he pulled away and suggested that they get out the pipe, load it up and take a few hits. This was the moment Kyle had been waiting for, his first chance to try PNP, and on top of that try it with a sexy guy like Matt. Matt showed himself to be truly skilled with a pipe. He got it loaded and struck up the lighter. He explained that he had to melt down the crystals, then once they were in a puddle, he would let them cool down. Kyle watched curiously as Matt once again started to heat the bottom of the bowl, slowly rolling it back and forth until a thick white smoke started to form. He held his lips close to the pipe without touching it and began to inhale deeply and slowly. He then started to slowly exhale a large cloud of smoke that never seemed to end. He repeated this process two more times, and offered Kyle his first hit. He coached him to slowly inhale, and hold it in for just a moment before exhaling so the smoke didn't re-crystalize in his lungs. Matt held the end of the pipe near Kyle lips and began to rock the bowl again, once the wispy curls of smoke began to form, he instructed Kyle to begin inhaling. Kyle exhaled a could almost as big as he had just seen Matt do a moment ago. He nearly immediately started to feel different. The feeling started radiating through his entire body. He felt wonderful. Matt helped hm with 2 more hits, took another himself and asked Kyle how he felt. Kyle felt wonderful, like he had never felt before, and like he couldn't resist touching Matt's body all over. ....Do you want more?
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My boyfriend and I have been dating for four years now, and I have been cheating off-and-on that entire time. He’s a fantastic guy, and the sex is great, but being a terrible, insatiable slut, I can’t help myself. This past Saturday was his birthday, and having just come off a particularly long streak of loyalty, my hole was craving diversity. One nondescript Grindr profile later, I had set myself up to be used by a stranger for the entire day day leading up to my boyfriend’s birthday dinner. I got up early on Saturday to prepare, and met the first top at one of the nicer hotels in the area, just a few miles away from my boyfriend’s house. He was an older Asian man visiting for work, in decent shape, but with a healthy cushioning of fat over his abs. He had obviously just gotten up not long before, because his morning wood greeted me through his robe when he opened the door. I spent maybe half an hour in that room, riding his cock, but he did send me off with one hell of a thick load. The second top was a real Alpha Male: mid thirties, black, and chest as hard as brick. I had tried hitting him up before, but it never worked out… oh, how glad I am it finally did. The moment I knocked on his door, he had me on my knees in front of him. Uncut and throbbing, it was a task to get enough spit to properly suck him. He made me his bitch for the next couple hours. He shot his first load on my face and said, “You better leave that there. I want you covered in my cum when you’re kissing your pussy boyfriend.” After that, he took me to his living room. He sat on his nearly worn out couch and instructed me to take his shoes off. I did so happily. Then came his socks, jeans, boxers, shirt, and wife beater, until finally he was naked, and told me to strip as well. He reassured me his roommate was gone (not that I was worried) before sternly ordering me to my knees again. He pulled a joint out from the end table and lit it as I worshiped his musky balls. All of a sudden, he grabbed me by the chin and blew the smoke in my face. My cock jumped, and started leaking a pool of precum onto the floor. As he finished the joint, his cock started showing signs of being ready for round two. I don’t know if it was a contact high, or just excitement, but I was a little clumsy standing up, so he grabbed me by the hair and bent me over the recliner. With very little warm up, he spit on his cock, pressed the pink head against my hole and started to ease into me. I was quite happy the first top's load was still in my ass, (not that the thought to getting rid of it ever crossed my mind). I think he could tell by how wet I was already, because the moment he was all the way inside of me, he pulled out most of the way and slammed back into me hard enough to make his bull balls slap into mine. The sound drove me wild as his rhythmic pounding echoed through the room. I could feel my cock leaking like a faucet onto the side of his chair. He grabbed me by the hair and slapped my ass hard. He fucked me like a man possessed, his grunts drowning out my moans and whimpering. I lost track of time, but in the wild thrusting, I shot hands-free all down the side of his recliner and onto the floor, something that doesn’t happen often for me. As I came, I felt my ass involuntarily contract around his cock. Part of me almost hoped it’d be enough to send him over the edge, because at this point the threshold of real discomfort was surpassing the line of pleasurable pain. But it wasn’t. He lasted for quite a while longer, during which time my cock never went fully soft, if only because of his assault on my prostate. The scent of musk and sex filled the air, and he swept his left arm under my waist and braced himself on the chair. His thrusts were hard and deep, and lasted longer than the others had. His glorious manhood throbbed and jumped as he bred me. I clenched as he withdrew, sweaty and out of breath, desperate to keep every drop inside of me. He stepped back and fell back onto the couch. “Lick that shit up, you bitch!” He noticed the mess I had made on his chair and floor. As exhausted as him, I knelt on all fours and licked my cum off the upholstery and floor as best I could. “Now rub my feet.” He caught his breath and told me to dress, after which he showed me out the door giving me a firm slap to the ass. Once inside my car, I put myself back together as much as I was able, using the rear view mirror. Then, before I turned the key to start the car, I sat in his driveway as I got the okay from the third guy I had arranged to meet. The third was in his sixties, and someone I had played with before. He had a thick, salt-and-pepper mustache, and quite the beer belly. It was afternoon at this point, and quite frankly, I was exhausted. He invited me into his house and we made out as he fingered my wet hole. I cut to the chase and undressed the both of us before deep throating his cock in one pass (he was an average size, but nowhere near as thick as the second Top). When I tasted his sweet precum, I laid down on his bed and threw my legs back. He took the invitation greedily. Despite us both moaning loudly, I heard my phone vibrate on the wooden floor. Half an hour passed before he blew his seed deep inside of my ass, after which he collapsed on top of me, and we made out with his cock still mostly in place. Eventually I got dressed yet again, and at that time I finally got around to checking my phone to see who called me. There was one text, from the boyfriend, and another from his mother. My heart raced as I walked out to my car. I checked my face in the rear view mirror to see if it was obvious I had another man’s cum soaked into my facial hair. The drive was uneventful, but I made it to my boyfriend’s house around 3:00 PM. I reapplied my deodorant before going inside. His parents, sister, and his sister’s kids were already there. We hugged, and I kissed him on the lips before handing him a bouquet I had bought the night before. His brother-in-law showed up, and we sang happy birthday while I had three loads from three different men buried deep inside of my ass.
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heres something I've been questioning for a while..... i get that guys enjoy cheating on their partners and taking random guys cum but do you ever worry if you catch something? And then pass it on to them? What would you say if you caught HIV and passed it into your boyfriend because you've been cheating on him and never get a check up? Say you only found out by having blood taken at hospital for something else or whatever Always something ive questioned and would be interesting to hear what you guys have to say.....
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Just had this discussion with a pal and am curious about what others think -- I tend to think of anything less than penile penetration and the exchange of body fluids as 'sexual' but not really SEX, and therefore things like sucking, jacking, maybe FF probably doesn't constitute as 'cheating' on your partner unless there's some emotional connection -- assuming you happen to be in an exclusive situation. My pal on the other hand disagrees and says any sexual contact equals sex and would be cheating. Since I'm in an open relationship, I may not be the best judge here, so what do you men think? What do you consider infidelity or cheating? thanks in advance and happy fucking!
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I had some hot nooner fun today in the bathroom at a small real estate office. A married guy I met at the gym emailed me to come play and locked the door when I got there. With little ado we went into the bathroom, and with slacks down around my ankles, he bent against the sink and ate my ass before plowed it hard. It only lasted 10 minutes or so, but damn it feels good heading back to work with a load in my abused hole. There is something about quickies that feel so hot and dirty, and especially taboo when it's with a married guy in his space.
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The past few days I have been bred by three different "straight" married guys who are visiting family for Christmas and Hanukkah and fucked a DL college student who is at his girlfriend's house for winter break. Two of the married and the college kid came to my place "running errands" and the the third married guy fucked me in his in-laws' garage. I noticed CL and MH have both had numerous similar posts of visitors looking for some DL action. Is it just the stress of the holidays or just "straight" men looking to play with someone they hope not to run into again? Whatever the reason I am having a great time. Anyone else having a surge of holiday visitors?
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While it wasn't my load, I was able to watch a good friend of mine pump his load fee inside of my boyfriend. When he pulled out, I licked his cock clean before he smacked my face and hopped in the shower to clean off and head back to his partner who thinks that they're monogamous.
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Hairy fit guy here- hung but prefer to bottom, just want to have my ass pounded and bred- taking any and all cocks that respond
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This happened today and I feel entirely guilty about it but want to post about it. My boyfriend and I have an open relationship. Aside from threesomes, and aside from one time he fucked a twink, I've been the only one who has hooked up. Today I was on Grindr at work and chatting with a skinny, fit handsome Latino man. He was all bottom and into an anon scene. That's totally a fetish of mine. He wanted to bareback and I told him I had to use a condom. He asked if I would put just the tip in while I was cumming so I would fill him with my load. I said okay. He sent me some of his pics and he really mirrors me. Like me, he's a skinny guy, but toned - and his cock is huge. Not as huge as mine but it's among at the biggest I've seen. But I was more focused on his hot muscle ass. Although he was Latino and I'm Asian/white, we basically look similar, even if I'm correct in guessing he was about 30 and I am 22. When I arrived at his place I found the door unlocked, as he had said, and as I had told him I liked, twink bareback porn was playing. The lights were off, techno music was playing, and he was blindfolded, face-down, ass-up. I undressed and approached him, feeling-up his ass, but he quickly grabbed my cock and stroked it. I teased his hole with my cock, rubbing my copious pre-cum on it, then I just barely slid my big cock head into his hole. I loved teasing his hole but I knew I needed to wear a condom. That's essentially only rule my boyfriend and I have: when fucking with other guys we must wear a condom. Now, here's where it gets a little less sexy but it's what happened. He was having trouble getting my cock in. We shifted positions and he ended-up somewhat taking off his blindfold off a little, which somewhat muddied that fantasy. He sniffed poppers but we still had a little trouble, but eventually he was on his back and I was on my knees with my cock inside his hole, we both did poppers and I just kept going. I felt his ass wrap around my cock, no barrier, and just kept going. I could see the condom, unwrapped, but I just kept fucking him. I even looked in the mirror behind his bed, and all there is is my reflection, and I thought 'I'm doing something wrong, I'm not supposed to fuck bare'. Looking over at the TV, the two twinks were still going at it bare in the porno. Well, the popper high wore off and he asked if I had cum. I hadn't and told him I needed to stroke off to cum. When I asked if he still wanted it, and he answered 'yes, laying down'. "Okay," I replied. He got into position, presenting his hot ass. It didn't take long before I was about to shoot, and I asked "You want my big load?" as I shoved my cock into his ass, fucking my load deep into his hole. Well, there was instant regret. I had surely fucked up. I had broken the one rule on which my boyfriend and I had agreed. I cleaned up, and dressed, assuring the guy I was clean. He said he was also. When I started walking home I called my boyfriend. Naturally he was upset. I'm upset with myself. This was not a happy ending and I'll never do it again but I wanted to share my one and only bareback story.
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This happened yesterday. I'm on the USC campus for a work conference, visiting from out of state. I chatted with this guy on Growlr and his profile said he was bisexual and cheating on his wife. right there in the profile, he admitted he was cheating. He was a top. When we started chatting, he told me he liked my ass and really wanted to fuck me...but he only fucked with condoms. I knew I wanted his load and I decided to seduce him. Neither of us could get free for two days, so during the hours he kept the app on his phone (he deleted Growlr before he went home each night), we talked dirty. I talked to him about the importance of seed, how I rarely took it inside me, how it *meant* something to carry a man's DNA, the very essence of a man until it got absorbed into the pink flesh. He loved it. I told him stories of seducing my massage therapist until he fucked his cum into me hard. I told him how I was with a top once who once said--while fucking me doggy style--"I'm taking off the condom now." he loved it. I talked about "seed loyalty," how a bottom feels intensely toward the top who gifted him with the juice of life, how bottoms were pussies meant to absorb this juice and the juice is meant to flow into pussies, male or female. He got off on it and kept telling me how he'd never heard this talk before, how he never NEVER considered the concept of "seed loyalty" and it was driving him nuts. I wasn't lying...I don't fuck around with hundreds of guys...I am surprisingly slutty for me--I let about 6 guys a year cum inside me. Okay, maybe 10. I realize some bottom guys go for 18 loads a night and that's awesome...but not my style. It is a big deal for me to take a guy's load. We don't have to be married or even see each other again, but I want there to be a connection during the breeding. I am his. I have seed loyalty to this man, even if he forgets about me two weeks later. After getting him worked up, I took Uber to his house, which I was surprised to find in South Central. I've never been to LA and here I was headed to this really run-down neighborhood and a bearded Hispanic man in a wifebeater met me at his chain link fence. We smoked pot. We got naked. He whipped out a condom. Dang. We fucked for a while and he was way into my beefy ass. He ate it. He sucked those lips. he kept touching my ass with his fingers lightly and saying, "Damn...damn..." He was into my thick daddy ass. After a while of fucking, I begged him to rub his precum-covered cock all over my pink hole. He pulled off the condom so he could accommodate me... Rubbed his dick against me... I moaned... He said quietly, "That was the last condom I have." I sensed this was a delicate moment and I wasn't sure whether to tell him to go for it or let him decide in this moment... I wanted to say, "Fuck me, raw." But I had been talking dirty about getting bred and honoring his seed-of-life, and for the past fifteen minutes it made him fuck harder and deeper...he knew what I wanted. I was kneeling on the couch and so instead of answering, I just pushed my ass out and moaned. He entered me. He fucked me. As soon as he was inside me, I started talking dirty about his raw cock, and how good it felt, how his precum was truly slicking up my insides so that when he blew his load, his sperm would swim deeper in my slicked-up colon. The more I talked about his seed in me, the harder he got. After a few more minutes of fucking, he started swearing in Spanish, and he blew his load. He came hard. I wouldn't let his cock out of me...I milked it, held onto it as he tried to pull out. Eventually he pulled out and looked at me like he could not believe what happened. He told me he was married less than a year and while he cheated a few times, never raw. I tried to talk dirty about how good it felt to be knocked up and now I had "seed loyalty" to him--for the rest of my life, I would jack off thinking about my south central LA Chicano who bred my thick white ass. He was a little dazed and in shock over what he had done, so I called an Uber. He waited with me outside while the car came. I asked him why he decided to fuck me raw. He shrugged and said, "I was out of condoms." That wasn't exactly true. I had intended to respect his wishes to play safe, so I had brought condoms with me. While we fucked, they were sitting in my jeans pockets two feet away. But I never told him that. I held his semen inside me for hours.
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hi guys - hot guy with nasty interests. Travel frequently and always looking for playmates on the road - either in person but definitely love chat, texting, skyping, etc.... Yahoo - UWSRunner73 Skype - UWSRunner Gmail - UWSRunner
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My name is Matt. I am 26 and am 6'2", 205 lbs of muscle. I have a 32" waist, 45" chest and 17" arms. My cock is 8" and is really thick with a huge helmet shaped head and a huge pair of balls that squirt bucket loads of cum with every load, which usually happens 2 - 3 times in a day. My partner is Tim. He is 24 5' 11" and 165# in a lean, but somewhat muscular way. He has a 7.75" cock that is a little above average in girth. His balls are average size. One night I came home late. I had been out with friends having a good time as things, after more than 2 and a half years had not been going well with Tim. As I entered our apartment I noticed he was chatting on the computer. He hid the private message every time I walked in the room. At one point he had a phone call and walked into the garage to take it. While he was in there I told him I was going to bed. I checked out the name of the person he was chatting with and skimmed the chat message. This guy's picture was fuckin’ awesome! He was 6'3" and weighed 210# and was very solid with a six pack that I knew I would never have. His name was Jake and he was coming to our town from out of state and would be there the whole weekend. He and Tim had chatted about what they wanted to do to and with each other. This stud was a bottom. He wanted to get fucked bareback. Tim wasn't comfortable with the whole bareback thing. He gave Tim his phone number and I wrote it down on my hand and went to bed. He stayed up for several hours chatting during which time I had fallen asleep. The next day, Tim left for work at 6:30 a.m. I went about my normal routine for a day off and went and worked out at the gym. After I got back from the gym I showered. After a 2.5 hour workout and a rest in the sauna / steam room, I was pretty exhausted so I had a protein shake and decided to put my plan in to action. I called Jake on his cell. He was on his way to our town and would be there in an hour. He had to meet with a client of his and then wanted to meet up after I told him who I was. He said that if I looked okay he'd rather have me fuck him. Jake got into town and two hours later, at 1:30 p.m. he called me. He had said that Tim had also called several times, but he'd ditched those calls because he wanted to meet me and talk to me first. When he got to town we met a little ways away from the downtown area and talked. We talked about what we were each into. I told him Tim and I both liked to top. He asked if I was strictly a top and I said no, but that Tim liked to think he was. Jake said what he wanted more than anything was to get topped bareback. He loved it and he wanted to feel the cum slide down his legs. He said if I gave it to him bare, he'd take it any way that I wanted him to. So I told him my plan. A while later, I dropped off my truck with a friend and borrowed his car to go to the hotel. Tim called my cell as I walked into Jake's hotel room. He said that he was going to hang out with some friends and get drunk. I asked if I could tag along. He replied saying he just wanted to hang out and would see me at home in the morning before work. This was pretty unusual for him, but I knew what was going on, so I said, alright - be safe. Jake hid me in a closet and left the door partially open so that I could see between his suits and the door. Finally Tim got there. He came in and they kissed passionately. It was obvious that this was Tim's dream man: a twenty-some year old muscle bottom. Jake took off his shirt and started taking off his pants. He was about 7" cut and skinny in the cock department, but his body MORE than made up for that. Jake got them some drinks and told Tim to set his bag down and get naked. While he was at the bar facing the closet he dropped one of the two pills I'd given him into Tim's drink. Tim gulped it down. He was nervous - as he should be for cheating on me. While Tim gulped Jake shoved the coffee table out of the way and started sucking on Tim's cock. Tim came in his mouth almost instantly. Jake had no trouble swallowing the load. He then slid Tim down on the couch and sucked cock while Tim ate his hole. Tim said something that was mumbled and Jake asked him what he'd said and Tim told him the condoms were in his backpack. He looked pretty sleepy. Jake said they wouldn't need them just yet. He continued working on Tim's dick and moved down to his balls and hole. When he got to Tim's hole he ate like there was no tomorrow. Soon enough I could tell Tim was out. He was actually snoring. Jake went and got the video recorder for me and helped me out of my position. I started sucking his cock while he videotaped Tim sleeping. Soon, though, he was ready. He lifted Tim's legs on his shoulders and ordered me to step to the side. He lifted Tim's ass up so I could get between his legs and capture him fucking his hard 7" cut thin cock into Tim's ass bareback. The dude knew what he was doing. I taped every inch of his body in the 10 minutes it took until he signaled me to get back between his legs. He pulled his cock out and shot two streams of cum before shoving his cock back in moaning like a whore in heat. Tim was grunting and his cock was hard. Before I could move the camera Jake had applied some lube to Tim's cock and was sinking his ass down on it. Tim kind of grunted but otherwise didn't move. It wasn't soon before he blew his cum up Jake's ass. Jake held his asshole over Tim's dickhead when it was obvious that Tim was done cumming. He pushed the small load out and it oozed down Tim's cockhead and shaft. "Okay," Jake said, "A deal's a deal. Get your ass over here." I did what I was told and walked into the bedroom area with him. He laid back on the bed and told me to wait standing for a minute. He made a call and a few seconds later I heard the door open and kind of freaked out. There was another man, about his age - 22, who had dark hair and eyes. He had a nice five-o'clock shadow and was slim. I could tell by his clothes. His name I would later find out was Ben. Ben took the camera from me. He ordered me on my knees and ordered me to lick Tim's cum out of Jake's ass. He was 6'3" about and probably about 185# and was pretty fit so I did as he told me to do. All the while he was taping me. I wasn't really concerned if Tim saw the tape because he'd already cheated on me. As I was licking all of Tim's cum out of Jake's hole, Ben told me to plow his ass. He brought the camera up close went up and down my body capturing my face with the camera and zoomed in on my dick as he held it while he told me to push in. I did so and as my super-wide cockhead pierced Jake's hole he grunted in pleasure and pain. He was on his back with his hands behind his knees holding them to his chest. "Bet this feels better than the smaller version you took up your bitch-cunt earlier, doesn't it, Jake." "Yeah, fuck yeah dude - ah man - make me your pussy, Matt" he said. I started plowing the fuck out of him. I would pull my cock out to the lip of the helmet and plow back in. It was super hot. "Yeah - you're gonna breed our little cunt-bitch Jake here tonight." As he said that there was a knock on the door and Ben walked in with another dude. He was blonde haired and blue eyed and all jock. He was Ben's height with a lot more muscle and tone. He immediately stripped off his shirt and shorts and left his work boots on. He came over to me and started licking my nipples while he made Jake take his balls in his mouth. "Fuck yeah, bitch! Eat my hole and my nuts . . . lick that shit like it's the last time you're gonna get it, cunt!" he said to Jake. "Yeah, Kyle, fuckin’ tell that cunt" Ben shouted. Before long, I was about to cum. I let Ben know. He said, "Pull your cock out and shoot the first wad onto his cunt and then slide back in deep and breed the bitch." I felt my orgasm starting so I pulled out when I felt the cum shooting up the length of my cock tube and shot onto Jake's nose. "GET YOUR COCK IN THAT CUNT NOW!" Ben screamed and Kyle grabbed my cock and pushed it into Jake's hole as I jerked spasmodically back and forth. Ben took his boot and placed it on my ass and pushed forward causing another wave of cum to shoot up into Jake's asshole. When I finished I pulled out and Ben handed Kyle the camera. Ben started pulling off all of his clothes which revealed a nice smooth body. When he took off his shorts I drooled over his fat 10" uncut meat. He walked over to where Tim was laying on the couch and turned his body holding up Tim's ass. "Jake, get over here." Ben said and had Jake suck his cock. Kyle was on the other side of the floor and his thick 8" cock was sticking straight up as he laid on his back to catch Jake on film sucking Ben's 10" uncut bone. All of a sudden Ben pulled his cock out of Jake's mouth and shoved it into Tim's used asshole. He was power-stroking Tim. Pulling his cock all the way out and slamming back in. Jake took this opportunity to sit on Tim's cock and lick Ben's nipples which only made him fuck harder. "Yeah, breed that hole, Ben" Kyle said. Soon enough Kyle got a tripod and set it up to catch the action on the couch and any action going on in the bed. "Get over there and bend over the bed" Kyle ordered me and I complied even though I wanted to watch as Ben's foreskin slid back over his helmet every time he pile drove Tim. I realized that I was somewhat jealous as I wanted to pleasure this hung man-boy more than anything. Before long Ben said, "I hate when their asshole doesn't tighten. It's like fucking a corpse." He pulled out of Tim and stood behind me. He entered me roughly and I moaned like a whore in heat. He pulled in and out in a steady motion. Before long, we moved to the opposite side of the bed and he laid me on my back with my ass hanging over the side. He pushed his thick 10" cock into me and said, "Fuck yeah! That's what I'm talkin' bout. This bitch knows how to pleasure a big man cock." He kept talking dirty as Kyle brought the camera over for close-ups. "Yeah," Ben said, "show everyone how you can tighten your hole to make my foreskin pull back. That's it bitch. Take my cock with your talented cunt. Fuck yeah." In a few minutes he pulled completely out leaving me feeling empty and started to jerk his cock. Two strokes into it he shot a volley clear up to my face ordering me to lick it and forced his cock deep into my bowels and continued shooting. I could feel his cockhead pulsing as he mercilessly raped my hole. When he was done he put me on all fours and Jake kneeled beneath him on the floor as he pulled his cock out of my spent hole. Jake licked on his cock and sucked at my hole as he pulled out licking all of his jizz out of my hole. After that Tim started to stir and we all quickly left except for Jake. Ben and Kyle told me that they would be coming to town frequently and gave me a pager. They said I had five minutes to respond to any page if I wanted to continue to receive their cocks, loads and get some ass too. I agreed and left with the pager. I drove home quickly and showered and changed. I threw my clothes in the washing machine and started watching a movie. I was mid-way through when Tim got home. "Work late?" I asked. "Something like that." He responded somewhat groggily and headed to the shower. I noticed that he was walking funny and just grinned to myself.
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in southern maine and can't find poz guys to load my neg married cheating ass. need it. crave it. no load refused.
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Part I. As my boy and I have continued to explore sex with other people, we’ve had some wild time. We’ve both bred and been bred by guys we knew were POZ, either because they told us, or we saw their biohazard and scorpion tattoos. I’m sure a few POZ guys stealthed us back before we started playing raw on purpose. Suffice it to say that we are no strangers to taking loads, POZ or otherwise. Are we chasers? No, but we like cum. My boy surprised me on a recent Saturday night. We had been talking about going out, and we showered together, both douching pretty deeply in case we wound up sharing some cock later. We made out in the shower, and could barely keep our hands off each other as we toweled off and tumbled onto the bed. My boy threw me onto my back and went down on me, swallowing my cock to the balls and getting it slobbery before climbing on top and sitting all the way down on my dick. He rode me for a few minutes before I came deep in his guts. He pulled off and went down on me again, licking up my cum and his ass juice. He kissed his way up my chest and worked traces of my load into my mouth. I spit the cummy mixture into my hand and worked it into my ass. Still lying on my back, my boy hoisted my legs up and slid his raw hard cock into me. He was so turned on that he came in a few strokes, filling my ass up with a big creamy load. He pulled out, grabbed his phone off of the bedside table and snapped a few pics of my cummy ass, my hands spreading my cheeks wide. As his load oozed out, he fingered it back into me. He slapped his cummy cock against my hole and then I head the ‘woosh’ as he sent an message from his phone. I love feeling a guy unload inside me. I usually can’t feel the actual cumshot, but I can sense his cock plumping up, and then the warm wet rush squishing around inside me. It drives me wild. I live for it. So does my boy. He curled up next to me and fingered my ass. ‘Wanna go play?’ I said sure, and he suggested we go to our favorite sex club downtown. It’s really sleezy, with booths big enough for two to play comfortably, and three if they’re really hot. A few of the booths still have gloryholes. ‘I have a kinky idea... You up for some raunchy fun?,’ he asked, winking at me. I told him I was up for anything. I grabbed my poppers and we both put on our mesh jockstraps, some running shorts, tight t-shirts, and headed to the car. I pestered him the whole way there about what he was planning, and he just giggled. He stopped the car outside of a drug store and told me to wait in the car. I was wondering why he would want more lube since I could see my cum making a dark spot on his shorts as he got out of the car. He was already well-lubed… My boy came back a few minutes later and tossed a bag into my lap. ‘Open it,’ he told me. I did, and was SHOCKED to see two boxes of 18 condoms and two tubes of cheap lube. ‘What the fuck are these for?’ I asked, kind of mortified that he was even suggesting we try safe sex. ‘Just for tonight, baby,’ he assured me. ‘I know what I’m doing…’ He started the car as I sat in a funk, my lap full of unopened rubbers. ‘Are we gonna poke them with pins and breed some unsuspecting bottoms,’ I eagerly asked. ‘Nope,’ he replied. ‘Oh I get it. We’re gonna start to safe fuck some slutty bottom and then work the rubbers off and stealth them?’ ‘Nuh uh,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘What the fuck! I’ve come too far to go back to rubbers now!’ He shook his head, smiling at me, and leading my hand to his hard cock. Fuck! It had been a very long time since he could get hard at even the though of a condom. He took a deep breath as we pulled into the garage next to the sex club. We found a spot, and he parked. As the engine halted, he turned to me and kissed me hard. ‘Tonight, we’re both gonna get as many guys to fuck us as we can. The filthier the better, you see, because we’re gonna make them all bag up.’ I smirked, knowing full well that some hot guys would refuse to use a condom at all. And I knew that some fuckers would remove the condom at the first opportunity. ‘We’re gonna play ‘safe’ tonight. I invited a group of friends to seek us out and fill those rubbers with their cum…’ My interest was piqued. ‘Go on…’ I pleaded. ‘The kinky part will come when we collect all of those full used rubbers… I have a plan for our holes…’ He kissed me hard, and reached for one of the boxes of condoms. My boy got out of the car as he unwrapped the plastic and shoved the condom wrappers in one long strip into his shorts. He didn’t look back at me. I followed him, copying his moves, and discarding the cardboard box, with a strip of 18 condoms trailing down my ass, shoved into my waist.
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A few years ago I was seeing a guy from Venezuela, we had been together for about 4 months when his flatmate moved out and a friend of his from Venezuela decided to move over to take the room. My boyfriend said that they were not close friends previously, but really just knew eachother through mutual friends. Still, he agreed to let have him move in because it seemed better than looking for a complete stranger to rent the room. A few weeks later we met him at the airport, I had expected him to look similar to my boyfriend but I was wrong. My boyfriend is about 5'6 and has a wide stocky figure. He has thick arms and legs and is generally beefy. He shaved his hair short and had a large thick beard that usually reaches his large pecs when he leans forward. His name was Antonio. His friend was Marcus, he was well over 6ft and much paler than my boyfriend. He was very slim and ket his facial hair at a small goatee and had shaved his head right down to the skin. I usually went for guys you would describe as beard, Marcus didn't fit that description at all, but I still thought he was hot. As of yet, he had no English and I had next to no Spanish. So we didn't communicate except through my boyfriend and through a few cursory nods and smiles. At one point on the drive back from the airport he looked at my, smirked and said something in spanish My boyfriend slapped him on the back of the head. Later that week we all went out drinking and Marcus brought home a slovakian twink he met in the bar. He also didn't speak any spanish, but that didn't seem to bother him as he was groping Marcus's crotch as we walked back to the flat. The guy was cute enough, slim and blonde like I was but both to larger degrees. Antonio and I were both drunk but still awake, so we stayed in the living room drinking more and talking while Marcus took the twink into his room. After a little while we could hear them fucking and we both laughed. Hearing the twink moan so loud was getting me hard, but my boyfriend was covering his ears and laughing. Antonia was very good in bed, but he did not view sex in the same kind of casual way I did, the main fault I had with him was that he did not have the sleazy side I so often craved. After a while the moaning stopped and then they both emerged from the bedroom The twink went straight to the bathroom and Marcus said something to Antonion in Spanish and laughed. Antonio made an exaggerated repulsed face and threw a pillow at Marcus. When the twink came out of the bathroom they both went back into the room. I asked Antonio what Marcus had said “He was just bragging about how he fucked that guy. Saying he was begging for it and how they didn't use a condom and he came in his ass. He can be so disgusting sometimes”. I laughed it off, but of course I was rock hard under the table. Antonio fucked me raw and bred me, but he had used condoms the first few times we had fucked, but it had taken him a long time to stop pulling out even when we started fucking bare. He was really into it, but not from the same sleazy direction as me. I waited enough time for our conversation topic to change so it wouldn't be obvious that I was turned on by Marcus when I got down under the table and start unzipping Antonio's jeans. I was drunk and hearing the twink get his ass loaded and given me a craving for cum that I needed to satisfy. He was happy to oblige, he lifted his butt so I could take his jeans off and start sucking on his cock. Antonio had a fat 8 inch cock, one of the thickest I've ever had and big bull balls. He made me jaw ache, in the best way possible. I bobbed my head up and down on him as he leaned back and spread his legs wider. He always told me that I gave the best head he had, he was sometimes so out of breath by the time I finished that he couldn't bring himself to move for about 20 minutes. It wasn't long until I was swallowing his load. A few weeks later, Marcus was much more settled in. He had a job now and was picking up small amount of language. He had not seen the Slovakian twink again, but had brought home several other guys since, he had also fucked a friend of mine when we had a house party. He fucked me friend raw and he wouldn't let Marcus cum inside me, he felt guilty for fucking raw and freaked out a little. It was early on saturday morning and Antonio was getting up to go to work. I was still half asleep when I felt his tongue on my ass. “What are you doing? Don't you have to go to work” “Yeah but I'm horny, just let me fuck you before I go” I had no arguments, so I arched my back and pointed my ass up. He ate me out for a few minutes before he pushed his thick cock at my hole. He had fucked me the night before so it didn't take long to get into the rhythm. Soon he was pounding me and I could feel his balls slap against mine with each thrust. He started breathing heavy and I could tell me was close. He reached around and grasped his hand over my mouth as he gave a final thrust and drove his cum deep into my ass. “Good boy” he laughed as he pulled out and slapped my ass. I lay down flat and watched with a smile on my face as he dressed to leave. He gave me a kiss and left as I went back to sleep. I woke several hours later. It was one and Antonio would be back at two. I had woken up horny as I hadn't cum that morning. I got up and ate something standing by the counter. I reached back to my ass and felt it was still wet with Antonio's cum from this morning. I licked my finger clean and came up with an idea. I would wait for him to come home on my hands and knees in a jockstrap. I smoked a joint and put on my favourite white and red jock. I lay over the bed with my ass up and presented, I was still wet but I decided to finger myself with some lube to make sure I was good and open when he got home. I left the bedroom door open and closed my eyes while I played with myself, ass up and pointed towards the door. After a while I heart the door of the flat open and footsteps approaching. I was so hard and excited to feel his thick cock back in my ass. I heard him walk up behind me and open his belt. Then I felt a pressure on my ass, but it was different. I opened my eyes immediately and looked back over my shoulder to see Marcus with his cock pressed against my wet asshole. His cock was smaller than Antonio's but still substantial. Seeing him there instead of my boyfriend made me much harder. Knowing that he walked in and saw me offering up my ass and decided to come take it turned me on so much, I pushed back and impaled myself on him, taking him down to the balls. He gasped and then smirked, “Puta”. He put one leg up on the bed and pushed down on my lower back as he started pounding into my ass merciselly. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and then jammed them into my hole alongside his cock, stretching me further. All the while he was cursing in Spanish. He pulled out and forcefully turned me around to jam his cock into my mouth. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me up and down on his cock. Before long he pulled me off and turned around, pushing my face into his ass. I lapped greedily at his hole, tasting the sweat from his skin. He groaned as I did this and pushed back onto my tongue. He only stayed like this for a few minutes before turned around and fucking my mouth again while he reached back and roughly fingered my sloppy hole. He climbed up over my head then put his bare foot on my head while he slid his cock back into my. I opened my mouth and took his toes into my mouth and sucked them. He laughed and said something in Spanish again. He sped up his fucking and started to growl aggressively as he pounded me. With a few final thrusts he blew his load. He slowly pulled out and walked around the bed and presented his deflating cock to me, dripping with his cum and Antonio's from that morning. I greedily sucked it and cleaned him off. He grabbed me under the chin and pulled me away from his cock, he spat into my open mouth. He then picked his clothes up and left, I heard him close his bedroom door. I was stunned by what had happened. I looked into the mirror on the wall opposite the bed and looked at my ass dripping with cum. A few minutes later the front door opened and Antonion entered. He saw me on my knees on the bed with cum dripping from my ass and grinned. “Fuck, I came so much this morning. You want some more?” He groped his cock and winked at me. “Absolutely, come one”. He unzipped and walked over to the bed, not bothering to lube up before he jammed his big cock into me. He slid in easily on Marcus's cum and was soon fucking me, with the wet noise of a cummy fuck filling the room. There is no greater pleasure in my opinion than being bred by one cock and then having an even larger cock fuck you using the first guy's cum as lube. After he flipped me over and dragged me to the edge of the bed he pushed my legs back and fucked me roughly. A drop of cum slid down from my asshole and landed on my chest. I came hard and fired onto my own face. After Antonion came he sank down on his knees and began to my ass. “Oh you're so full of my cum baby” he moaned.
