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Disclaimer for my shitty writing, but everything written here is true. The first time I had bareback sex was also the first time I ever had sex. After graduating from college in 2010, I moved to NJ for grad school. I created an account on Planet Romeo to meet up with the local guys, but usually it was just for a quick blow job here and there. After a few months, a guy messaged me, and specifically stated he was interested in my ass. At first I was a bit hesitant, but I desperately wanted to pop my anal cherry, so I made plans with him. We first met at a grocery store parking lot. He jumped into the passenger seat of my car and we started chatting to break the ice. I wish I could remember his name, but honestly he might not have even told me. He said he owned a painting company, working with clients and builders in the area. I couldn't take my eyes off this tan Latino man with dark glittering eyes, and a tight solid body. Maybe he knew I was a novice, he grabbed my thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze, which got me rock hard. I told him that I had no lube or condoms, so he left the car momentarily to pick some up from the grocery store. After getting the essentials, we made our way to the motel. He grabbed a room, and I followed behind, my dick still hard. We began making out and getting undressed, no time wasted. I dropped to my knees and sucked his dick, doing my best to get him hard and wet as possible. He then threw me on the bed and we assumed the missionary position. My ankles were around his neck as he slowly pushed in, and he seemed to know how slow to enter into me. At the moment I was too focused on overcoming the pain, and pressed my hands against his chest to guide him. "Is this your first time?" He asked. "No," I lied, "It's just been a while. Can you get the lube and condoms?" He brought over the lube and we tried again. "I like it. Your hole is really tight," he said. I grinned a little, but mostly grimaced, but he finally was inside my ass all the way. Let the fucking begin! But at that moment, I just remembered, he was not wearing a condom. "Can you wear a condom?" I asked, looking up at him as he slowly fucked me. "Just a sec. If I pull out now, you'll be too tight to fuck later." I nodded, that kinda made sense. We began kissing, and I got lost in the sensations of his cock in my ass and tongue in my mouth. He gradually built up the momentum, and he soon began pounding my hole. Everything felt amazing, I enjoyed the way he varied his motions and speed, and also how he kissed me deeply. He slowed down after a little while and he asked me how I felt. I kissed him in response. "I think I might have forgot to mention something to you." He said while looking down at me. "I'm married. You okay with that?" I didn't know how to respond to that. I was a little shocked to hear it, but wondered why the awful timing. "To a guy?" I asked dumbly. "No, I'm no fag. To my wife." He said. He explained how he was discreet, but was looking for a fuck buddy on the side. He wanted someone he could call up anytime and fuck whenever he wanted, on his terms. "So, are you interested?" He said all this to me while he was on top of me, fucking me slowly. My cock got even harder, and I felt I was losing myself to the moment. "Fuck yeah." I gripped his arms and squeezed my ass around his dick. He pumped harder and asked, "You want to be my bitch?" It felt like dirty talk. "Yes, please. Fuck me." And fuck me he did. He quickened his pace and pounded my ass harder. He pinned me down with his body, so that I was unable to push him away if I wanted to. He finally came, groaning in my ear and collapsing on top of me. I felt my dick pulse too, sandwiched between our bodies. Then I remembered, he was not wearing a condom. I freaked out in my head, and freaked out even more for committing myself to be this man's bitch, whatever that meant. After we finished cleaning up, he made a big deal about having my phone number on his cell. He said if I ever get a call from his number, it might be his wife. If I answered, he told me to lie to his wife, and say that I was a client of his company. We parted ways and never met up after that. He reached out to me occasionally, but I was still too freaked out to even respond back. I still look back on that afternoon fondly, and I feel my fetish for barebacking came from this first fuck. My second fuck was also with a married man, which I will save for a later date, if you guys are interested.
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Looking for poz loads. I go to Club Orlando to BB. Hoping to meet a guy with a high VL there.
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It was my 24th birthday and I decided I wanted to have some hot sweaty man sex instead of a party. As a result I packed a bag and drove to a bathhouse in a city 2 hours away. I was intent on renting a room with a sling and spending several hours having great sex – little did I know how much it would change my life. I arrived at the bathhouse about 8PM. I decided to check-in and get my room. I was provided a towel and key and off I went into the warm welcoming hallways. I figured the place would be pretty busy since I took one of the last 3 remaining parking spots and boy was I right! I got to my room and stripped totally naked. I put the towel around me and went for a cursory tour of the place to see what types of men would be available to me. I saw several hot prospects and made my mind I wouldn’t leave until I had as many cocks in my hole as I could stand. When I got back to my room I turned on some hot porn, turned the lights low and climbed into the sling. Propping the door open I lubed my hole and waited. The first guy to come in was a hot 30 something daddy type. I saw the gold wedding band on his hand and knew I had to have him. He pulled 2 locks out of his ankle bag and locked my ankles in the stirrups of the sling. “I’m here for 24 hours slut and you won’t be let loose until I am ready to leave!” I began to get really concerned at this point but of course my horniness won out. He fucked me and shot a massive load in my hole after 20 minutes. He exited the room leaving me for the next top. While he had been fucking me a crowd had gathered to watch and there was a line of tops waiting for their turn at my hole. Over the next 24 hours I was fucked by countless cocks of all different shapes and sizes. At the end of my stint my married man came back and released my legs. He fucked one final load into my exhausted hole. As I was checking out the front desk clerk asked if I had a good time. I replied, “A fantastic birthday for sure!” “Good, we were happy to provide you with such a POZITIVE experience.” His words hung heavy in the air as I saw the poster behind his shoulder advertising a POZ bareback fuck fest they held over the last 24 hours. I realized every load I took was most likely POZ. I was slightly fearful but my dick sprang to attention. He definitely noticed and said, “Looks like someone enjoyed himself!” “You have no idea,” I said. I knew I would be back again and would be yet again taking any and every cock offered to load my possibly now POZ hole.
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I'm a married bi curious male in the Tacoma area looking to explore my biside. I want to be safe of course and am looking to have some fun. Nervous as hell of course.
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"submissive 4 late night bb - m4m - 42 (La XXX) ...please be discreet, and you can fuck me bb...I am 41y, tall, married submissive-cocksucker, 198lbs...clean face, trim - Please be top / older / tall / dominant and into raw bb fucking...I can host tonight in La XXXX after 9pm :-) Leave your interest stats cock pic and please be real..." Fuckin' love boning married BB bottoms! Not much to say ... got there, door unlocked, lights low, mostly off, did the deed and bailed. Wham, bam, You've been spooged! Lol
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Is getting fucked by a guy with wife, girlfriend and/or kids a major turn on?
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I've been fucked by several guys who are married/girlfriend and/or have kids etc I love the fact that I'm a dirty little secret and it's so 'wrong' Had one guy who fucked me three or four times. He had a girlfriend and his sons name tattooed on his chest. He would always fuck me raw but never come inside…. until our last meet that is when I convinced him too. Was hot! -
I am having my sluttiest week ever!!!! Sunday: 1 new guy came to the house fucked bare on my couch and floor two hot loads 1 reg fuck bud 3 loads from the bed to the shower Monday: 1 new guy 1 load in the middle of my living room 1 reg guy (he's fairly new though and young 19 yo BBC with 8.5") 3 loads all bed Tuesday: 3way 2 reg fuck buds 5 loads Wednesday: 2 reg fuck buds one in the morning one in the afternoon 4 loads from the living room to the dining room to the bed Thursday: 2 new guys about and hour apart 2 loads both are married both did me on the couch Friday: just one guy 3 loads all on the couch. Saturday (today): 1 new guy from the gym @ the gym in the steam 1 reg bud his house (his wife was shopping) two loads their bed another guy on his way over now to my house and I still plan on going out tonight to the local ABS What's been your sluttiest week?
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Bye, Bye, John I liked John because he was big, hairy, arrogant, and married. It’s also why I had no problem charging him up once I knew I was POZ. I don’t remember how we met. It was probably through an ad I placed on one of the computer mailing lists I’m on. Or maybe he read my computer profile, liked it and contacted me. I was going to the baths now and then and laying on my stomach so guys could come in and use my hole. This was before I met Jose who I finally let knock me up big time. In any case, I was surprised when John showed up. John’s about 6 feet, 200 and something, very hairy, solidly build. Half Hispanic and half Italian. John had the macho of one combined with the “do-me” attitude of the other. He claimed he’d only been with a couple guys and actually got the shakes the first time I blew him, so I knew he was telling the truth. I’m not usually into middle-class dudes, even the married ones, but something told me to bear with it and just wait a few weeks and see what was under that nicey nice suburban façade. Besides, his ass was all hairy and solid and it totally turns me on to blow a wad into a married butt hole. John was (note the continued past tense) one of those guys who thinks discrete means shutting off the porch light, then the living room lights once he gets here, turn the living room light on when he’s ready to leave, John exits, and then the porch light goes back on. Well, Mary, if that ain’t signaling to the neighbors that I’m entertaining again . . . All it took was a couple weeks of encouragement, of letting John know this was all about HIS pleasure, that I’m not a pussy and won’t break if he needs to get rough. Not only was it OK to drop in late night, but he should drop in late night if he needed to get off. I mean, he’s straight. He deserves it, right? Heh. It turned out that John wasn’t a hitter, though he did smack me a couple of times. And he wasn’t into verbal abuse, though he did call me a couple of names. John was basically a nice guy and wanted to get something very simple that he wasn’t getting at home―he wanted to feel appreciated. Which meant me down on my knees in the dark, licking caressing, stroking John’s body, telling him how great his body was: “I like your thighs.” “―Why?” “Cause they’re big, and hairy. They’re thick, sweaty, taste good.” “―What else do you like?” “Your balls.” “―What do you like about my balls?” “They’re big and warm. Sweaty. You’ve made babies.” “―What else do you like?” “You’re uncut. I really like that. You’re big (Lie Pinocchio.). You use it to fuck pussy.” (Married guys don’t like to be reminded of their wives. The kids are OK, and they totally get off on the illusion they’re pussyhounds out there getting it. But, they wouldn’t brag about having saved a load for three days for you if that part was true.) This probably all seems silly, but John was so sincere and so into being appreciated and, hey, it worked for the two of us and that’s what matters. This went on for a couple months. John would come by after he finished jogging, so he was damp and sweaty and that was one more thing I liked. And if he was an extra five minutes getting home and had a slightly heavier sweat, who’d notice? Then, one day I get a piece of email: “Want it? . . . No rubber? . . . Take the load?” And this is, like, totally, what I’ve been craving. Some hairy married Daddy to come over on a regular basis and flood me with his babies. I’d been jerking off thinking about John doing this for quite awhile. I got nervous, because if John’s with me, he’s probably with five other guys. You know what sluts married men are. Then, I realized, like, dude you’re getting it up the butt at the baths, what’s one more load? Only I wanted some of John’s hole. My tongue had been up there a few times and a finger, but I wanted the real thing. So I decide, do like the ad says, and go for it. I emailed back saying I wasn’t really into that and knew he wasn’t either, but since I liked him, I’d be willing to give it a try if he would. And John said yes, and that’s how I poisoned his arrogant clueless ass. But, that’s getting ahead of the story. He wanted to fuck me first, so I gave him enough to cause a major case of blue balls when I pulled off and said my turn. Even though I’d rimmed him a little and opened him up some with my finger you could tell it really hurt, which was cool with me, cause if the fuck doesn’t hurt, the Top’s not doing his job. I’m not into cherry-popping virgins, but it probably really was his first time. So I shot fast and then gave John my hole. It hurt and I wanted it to last forever cause I’m into getting pain from str8 dudes. So I kept telling John how great he was, which was like totally untrue with anyone else but me. I wanted him to hump me for a long time and made sure he took his time with long slow strokes before blasting off. We got into the habit of taking turns raw. It was like a new toy. John couldn’t get enough of my butt and taking the load up his. Cool, right? Except all this time, I’d been going to the baths here in San Diego once a month and taking a load or two. I’d met an inked ex-con there who started knocking on my door when he needed a piece. I was sticking my neg butt in the air and begging for el SIDA from that uncut Mexican cock. Typical male, I kept these in two separate compartments. I wondered how I was gonna tell John that we shouldn’t fuck anymore. Or that he should get tested. Then I realized, man, all those times I was on my knees begging John to let me lick his asshole, I wanted to see him cry, just once. Just break down, tears, blubber, totally lose it. Yuh, I had some guilt about John sharing our gift with wifey and the kids losing their Daddy. But, I got over it. So, fast forward, I got the fuck flu, felt totally mixed up (and can tell the rest of that story another time). But now I know John’s got whatever’s in me and I feel totally affectionate towards him. Evil, but affectionate. Only this doesn’t last very long, because one night John comes over and after we do out usual fuck-fuck routine, he puts on that “I have serious news” face and tells me his company is transferring him to the East Coast. And then I put on mine and say, “John, I’m POZ. I just found out I’m HIV positive.” John tells me I shouldn’t joke like that and I tell him I’m not joking and John says it’s not funny and I agree and say he should get tested. And that’s when it starts to hit. And his eyes start to water. In fencing they taught us where to stab the opponent so you can miss the vital organs and they bleed to death. So I assured him he’d probably be OK, and that there’s lots of new meds on the market that keep people alive longer. . . heh. And I’m being like totally sympathetic and then casually drop in that anyone else he’s been with should get tested as well. John collapses down onto the couch and starts crying his eyes out. I can tell he’s into shock, because what does he say? Not, my wife. Not, my kids. But, “my job”! The poor dude’s worried about missing a promotion. And this is what I’ve wanted to see for a long time: Big, hairy Daddy on the couch crying his eyes out because he got knocked up by a fag. Well, I apologized, we cried (I’m not heartless), and snuggled. We fucked a second time that night! A beautiful caring lay. John moved after that and I never saw him again. Can’t say I’m sorry though.
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Feeling super horny I posted my regular ad on Craigslist looking for a hole to breed. Got a response in the afternoon from a guy in the military who was looking to have his ass used but wanted to take my load on his face and in his mouth, I replied that I'd be down to fuck his ass but that my load would go deep in his ass where it belongs, not all over his face. He wanted to be recorded and have pictures taken so I set up my webcam and got ready for his arrival. I had him strip and get on the bed on all fours, ass up. Since he asked me to treat him like a bitch I pulled his arms from under him and handcuffed his hands behind his back. With his face down in the mattress, I ate his ass and fingered his hole a bit, was nice and smooth with just a litle bit of hair. Now I needed to be lubed up, so I went around and put my hard cock against his lips, immediately he opened wide and started sucking my cock, felt good but he needed a little help since he could use his hands, I grabbed his head and pushed him down on my cock, I love the noise a guy makes when he's choking on dick! I only did this for few minutes, using his phone to take pictures for him as well, but once my dick was wet enough I resumed my position behind him, spit on his hole, and then rammed my cock balls deep into his ass. He wanted video of my raw cock sliding in and out of his ass, the angle we were in was too dark and so I turned him around to where his ass was aimed at the camera and the angle was such that you could see my dick going in and out of his ass. Did this for a few minutes, recording with my webcam and his iPhone, once I felt close to cumming I threw his phone aside and pushed him flat against the mattress, this guy was going to take my load and I intended to go deep. Told him I was gonna breed is ass and he was moaning and saying "give it to me" "fuck my ass" "I want that load" With a final thrust I filled his ass with fresh cum, left my cock in him while it pulsed, wanted to make sure he took he whole thing. After I pulled out, I went back to his mouth and told him to clean me up. While he was giving my cock a spitshine I fingered his hole and scooped some of my load off the sheets that he had pushed out, shoved my fingers in his mouth so that he could taste his ass and my load. I finally uncuffed him and he started to stroke himself off while I deepthroated his face. He came all over himself, I took a final pic with his phone, and that was that. Best part was that this whole time I knew who he was, even though CL does the anonymous e-mailing, if you e-mail from an account that has your name on the settings for sent messages, I see that name. It was easy to find him on Facebook and check him out before he came over. I didn't tell him my name until after I had bred his married, military, ass! An hour later he texted that he wanted more cock, this is going to be fun!
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suggested sex, I said "maybe". Maybe, if you grew a 9 inch black cock and bred my ass. Joe
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I have a married fuck buddy who, before today, I've fucked three or four times. When we met about a month ago he told me that he wanted a fuck buddy and asked me I was neg and I assured him I was. He was a bit hesitant about the barebacking thing but I convinced him to try it and once he did it the first time with me he was hooked on it. Now he emails me at least once a week trying to get a piece of my cock inside of him. So today, my married man emailed me asking me if he can come over and get his ass pounded. I replied "FUCK YEAH" and told him to come on over. When he got to my place we started talking how his wife and he are trying to conceive a baby. How fucking hot is that! I was about to breed this sweet hot fucker's hole and send him home to his wife with his ass dripping with my cum. Then he is probably going to fuck her deep and seed her pussy with my cum still up his ass. I couldn't wait to start fucking him. We began making out, poppering-up and getting his hot hole nice and WET for my cock. For a married, bisexual guy, he sucks cock amazingly well, and the poppers turn him into a fucking slut! He begged for my dick - like a good little sub. All throughout our fuck session I kept imaging the look of his ass dripping with my cum even as he pounded load after load inside his moaning wife. Anyhow, I flipped him over on his back and lifted-up his legs and really start to pound away at his horny hole. He said to me "Kiss me, man" and that caught me by surprise. He usually isn't that big on kissing and I am usually the one to instigate it. Guess this fucker was so high on poppers and horny for my cock that he wanted my cock and my love all in the same fuck. I turned him over and start fucking in my favorite position, doggy style bitch! I'm pounding into his sweet wet hole, all nice and slicked up with gun oil and pre-cum, and he keeps on screaming, "FUCK ME harder dude... YEAH! Give it to me!" "Seriously? Fuck yeah I'll fuck you harder!" I started really laying into his sweet hole, pulverizing his tender fuckhole, making sure that this bitch is gonna be sore and dripping cum out his ass when he breeds his own wife. I told him to pass me the poppers and started really getting nice and high. Poppers for me always turn me on so much and makes me wanna cum, so I started pounding harder and harder and making my married bitch moan like a cat in heat. "You ready for my load bitch?" "FUCK YEAH" "You gonna seed your fucking wife with my cum in you bitch?" "YES! Give it to me man! SEED ME!" I pounded his fuck hole harder and harder 'til I felt my cock swell with a big fat load. I thrust deep into his hole and let my cum fill his sweet tight hole, making sure to get deep in there so he'd have it in there until later when he filled up his wife with his own cum. After we fucked, he got on top of my cock, rode my dick, and jerked his cock til he spewed his own cum all over my chest. He shot such a HUGE wad. I hope there is still a load or two left for his wife
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Hey guys: I am looking for porn portraying regular guys, hopefully guys over 40 of different ethnic groups. All the porn I can find (and I am in NY) features muscle white guys, which is fine up to the point when all the porn starts looking as if mass produced by the same company. There are some amateur vids on xtube and xvideos, but I wish there was something else produced professionally for us guys who like regular men. Any leads will be greatly appreciated. Cheers.
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I had had the bug for a few months no thanks to some asshole I'd fucked at an orgy. I had fucked two asses and was blown by two cocksuckers at random that night and finished off by fucking another asshole for my fifth hole. The wear and tear on my dick from the first four holes had provided an easy entrance for then HIV from the last hole that turned out not only poz himself but some of the loads already up it were poz. I had the flu a couple of weeks later and saw my doctor at the mens clinic who confirmed I had been pozzed. Fortunately the antivirals were holding it at bay and I had access to them. I had always been a virile horny man who had scored at least twenty-five to thirty new conquests a year, mostly males but had fucked some women. Men were better lays as well as the advantage that thay dont get pregnant and that they liked giving head and getting fucked with no strings attached. I had curtailed my sex after my diagnosis, sticking to sticking it into poz bottoms and versatiles as well as letting an occasional neg cocksucker blow me. Even then I considered the chances of spreading my bug orally like the times I had let less friendly but still horny guys suck my cock or when I fucked them when I had the clap and they ended up getting it in their mouths or asses and being embarassed at it and having to go to the V.D.clinic, or worse their own doctors and try to make up a story about how they caught it without admitting they sucked a cock or willingly let men fuck them. Two 'holes that I knocked up with V.D. got into all kinds of trouble, one ended up in a nasty divorce, the other facing a homophobic boss once word of his disease spread. I called this a double-fucking becuse I not only literally fucked them or let them suck my infected dick, and pumped my infected sperms into their holes but they got their lives fucked up as well. Hearing about the second fucking turned me on and I'd usually go out to bust a nut in another conquest or go and masturbate(by then I'd have run my course of the antibiotics from the V.D. clinic). On of my fave sadistic pleasures was the ease of busting an anal cherry and pumping my gonorrhea or syph-laden load up his ass and introducing him to the "pleasure" of feeling pain from his first fucking and then the misery of the drips coming out of his asshole, wondering what happenned or regretting letting someone fuck him, not to mention the misery of having to use something to absorb the clappy drips coming out of his ass until he could get it taken care of or finding out the hard way he had the syph. The circumcision-mongers have been touting circumcision as a way to slow the spread of AIDS since the end of the 20th. century but in reality our glans, lacking the nurtuting protection of a foreskin, gets dried and tougher, making it easier for us to pound ass and tear things up inside the asshole without harming our glans. Also, because we lost some of our sensitive parts in the procedure we have to fuck harder and longer which means more wear and tear on the assholes we fuck which opens up their anal walls more for whatever germs and viruses we pump into them to enter their bloodstreams and systems. I had met one obnoxious kid when I was a teenager and avoided him because he was such an asshole. However, a decade and a half later we ran into each other in of all places someone's birthday party. The good thing was that he didnt recognize me, with my beard and glasses and that I'd quit biting my nails because I no longer needed to jack off all the time. The great thing was that he was looking for someone to break his anal cherry. We got to talking and I hoped he wouldnt remember me because I wanted to fuck him badly. My dick stirred in my pants at the thought of filling him with the virus and fucking up his life. He asked me about my size and was glad I packed a relatively small five inches. We ended up making a date. I didnt get my hopes up since many plans often fell through but the thought of fucking him in more ways than one turned me on so much that I had to wear my looser jeans to hide my hardon at work and in public. It was like the week before my eighteenth birthday a decade before when my uncle said he'd take me to a whorehouse and buy me a whore to pump my then neg. seed into. The "date" had been delayed a couple of times so I lost hope but almost a month later we went and I fucked. We met at a cheap hourly motel where he paid for the room. I didnt want him to know where I lived and he was married so we couldnt gay at his place. "First off I want you to take a good shit and empty your hole so it'll be easier on you." I told him. Fortunately he needed to take a shit.The real reason was to give him less chance of shitting out my cum as well as to reduce the shit he'd leave on my dick when I finished fucking him. That in turn would also mean he'd be more inclined to suck my dick clean when I told him to after I finishied fucking him. Once in the room we started off with a hug and french kissing, then we stripped. He was slender with a swimmer's build while I was just as fat as when we were kids and teenagers. He then knelt and sucked my cock into his mouth. His mouth wasnt virgin judging from how he sucked it and got it hard although he wasnt as good as most cocksuckers who've sucked me off. I got hard in his mouth and he gave it a good sucking, swallowing precum. I then pulled out of his mouth and told him I'd start breaking-in his ass. "Remember, it's gonna hurt the first few times you get fucked but after about a dozen times you'll love it and want it." I told him. He seemed to understand and was good enough to not ask me about how my ass felt. I had tried bottoming, both oral and anal, just to see what the cocksuckers and assholes we Tops fucked got out of it, and hated it. I about vomited as soon as the man's cock entered my mouth and I flung the buttfucker off my back before he finished getting his glans in my sphincters. I knew that I enjoyed inflicting the pain to assholes when I used them for cunts as well as enjoyed using someone's mouth for a cunt. The environment I grew up in considered a man who fucked ass and mouth as superior to one who merely fucked vaginas but someone who sucked cock or let his ass get fucked was considered less than a man, considered as somewhere between a man and a woman and many were treated and considered as women. That was another reason I never cared to be versatile. I was always proud to be a Top. I had him lay on his stomach with a pillow under his pelvis and spread his legs while I greased up my gun which was pulsing in anticipation of shooting deadly bullets of poz into him when I would pump my infected cum up his ass. I spat on his hole and mounted him. I put my glans to his sphincter and let my weight drive it in as he jerked and flinched and then screamed as I forced my way in. He tried to buck and beg me to pull out. I had him under me with my weight and grip holding him in position to keep him from dislodging my dick. "Please pull it out! It hurts like hell!" he cried. I replied with a thrust to force it further in and his scream intensified. I was feeling too good to waste this opportunity. I intended to get my rocks off in him and infect him with my deadly sperms. I rode him like a bucking bronco. He was quite strong with adrenelin but I was still bigger, heavier and stronger as well as more masculine and fought to keep my dick up his ass and begin thrusting. "Hold still you bitch!" I snarled but he was enraged so I had to keep fighting for my rightful piece of him. He had consented to let me fuck him so I was within my rights, at least as far as the law was concerend back then. I got my dick further in and pinned him like pinning an insect to a board in a biology class. As a matter of fact one guy in a biology class in college compared pinning a live insect to a board to pinning someone to the bed with his dick and that his dick would start to get hard when he pinned an insect. My dick was staying hard as I kept it hilted waiting for him to settle down which he did after a while. His writhings and struggles helped my dick wiggle around inside his ass to tear his rectum walls. I then began to slowly rock my pelvis, moving my dick back and forth in his ass as he flinched and whined with each movement of my dick in his sore hole. I felt like a stallion conquering a new filly to turn her into a mare. I gradually increased my thrusts in speed and stroke as my powerful dick split his anal walls more, clearing a path for my sperms to deliver their deadly load into his bloodstream and system. I knew that even with my smallish five-incher it felt to virgins like I had a ten-inch of proportionate girth splitting his ass. This was one reason I enjoyed fucking virgins not to mention the nice snug tightness many of us circumcised men enjoy. The punk seemed to peter-out, his strength exhausted but I retained my iron grip on his upper arms, my thick nails digging into his skin, as I sawed away in him. It felt better without his violent squirming in his vain attempt to dislodge my dick and escape his obligation to me. I figured his asshole was broken-in enough for my cum to pass its death-load into him so I began drilling hs ass, piston-thrusting in him as he felt the increase of pain from my faster thrusts. My pelvis was taking off pile-driving my small but mighty love-muscle in him, feeling so very good while he suffered in the pain I was enjoying putting to him. I was conquering not just another asshole but additionally conquering him in a new way as well filling him with a buttload of pain and getting ready to fill him with my life-changing jizzum. My dick was feeling better, in seventh heaven, as I put him through hell. It was a perfect balance of a man getting sexual pleasure by putting pain and misery to a crummy punk as well as who's the man and who's the 'woman' in this relationship. He got used to the pain, seemingly numbed, as I enjoyed thrusting in his sore asshole. I was working up a good sweat, breathing hard. My glasses started slipping but I didnt dare take a hand off him lest he decide to take advantage of the situation. I flipped my head just a bit to jerk them back in place and pumped my eyebrows a little to help settle them, all without missing a stroke. I felt myself getting closer to my inevitable climax and began pounding his ass. He renewed his whining and begging me to stop or at least take it easy. He also struggled anew but his attempts were feeble compared to what tey were when we started out. "Fuck you!" I replied as I increased my stroke. He seemed defeated as I took my pleasure making my dick feel good in his thrashed hole. I then got that urge that comes just before ejaculation and let my hips take over, jack-hammering him into the bed as my pelvis slapped his ass with each thrust as I pounded my way to victory. I then felt it cumming and then my spunk began to flow as my hard turned-on dick commenced pumping my deadly poisoned jizz into his hole. The feeling of that orgasm was incredible. My dick felt as good as it ever did as I injected my dirty deadly poz cum into the asshole, the pulses of pleasure from my ejaculating gun that filled me with joy and pride as I filled him with my horrible diseased spunk. I tried to remember my previous oegasms that compared but ended up considering this orgasm to be the best feeling most intense joyful ejaculation I'd had to that point. My penis pulsed with pleasure as I spurted ropes of HIV-laden cum into him, grinning and thinking of how my poison seed would keep fucking him up for years, maybe decades, to come, courtesy of my powerful weapon. One asshole had ridiculed my "small-calibre pistol" but now that I carried the virus my love-gun was just as powerful and deadly as a big-bore magnum. Having the power in my pants to dispatch assholes on my shit-list while enjoying the pleasure of the male orgasm with a few penis-pleasing ass-pounding thrusts made me feel really good. I rested a moment and then pulled part-way out and slammed my dick home half a dozen times pumping more pain and disease into his fissured hole, then lay on and in him enjoying the pleasant afterfuck, my penis inside him as my sperms swam around in his twat carrying their evil load into his system via the tears and breaches in his ravaged rectum. "When are you going to pull out?" he asked beggingly. "When I catch my breath and my dick softens." I replied as I thrust some more. He seemed to be sobbing as I lay on his back. I didnt rally care. To me he was just another asshole to stick my dick into, punish and pump my seed in although he was also an asshole I felt needed punishing with my lance and the poison death I shot into him with it. Even a couple of minutes later I was stilll feeling great , having conquered that asshole and had fun administering the ultimate punishment by injecting my dirty virus into him via that ultimate pleasure that's the male orgasm. I thought of how he'd feel when the flu hit him and he'd feel like he had been beat up in a downtown alley and how he'd feel and look several years later as my slow-death bullets from my trusty gun did their work rotting him out from inside. I also felt sad that I'd be constantly taking numerous drugs and medicines needed to keep me a step ahead of the advancing disease to prolong my life and keep me from dying the horrible death. I then fantasized with glee this asshole I'd just fucked and fucked-up likely skipping doses of his drugs, as he had sloughed off his responsibilities when we grew up. I also thought of his wife who had cut me off in a parking lot and then flipped me off getting it from him. That would be my most enjoyable way I'd fuck a woman, by the 'hole I fucked passing my seed to the bitch. It would also likely make them decide not to breed which would be nice beause it would spare the world of their spawn. My spent dick was finally softening a bit. I yanked out before it softened too much so I could also make it hurt him more as well as leave him feeling empty and thinking it felt better with it still in his ravaged hole.I asked him to suck it clean of the cum, lube and traces of shit and blood he'd left on it but as I'd expected he rudely told me to go to hell and spat on my crotch. He tumbled to the floor like a rag doll as my fist swung and hit a home run. "You fuckin' ungreatful bitch. I spent my time and money on you, made love to your shitty ass and you cant even be respectful enough to clean your filthy shit off my love muscle? Fuck you!" I snarled and spat on his face. I picked up his shirt as he got up to try to retaliate but I slugged him again, sending him across te bed onto the floor on the other side, and quickly wiped my dick clean with his shirt before throwing it in his face. He started picking himself up off the floor as I began getting dressed. I hurridly put my shorts on, pulled my trousers on, put on my T-shirt and picked up my shoes with my socks in them and headed out after having to elbow him away from me again. I dropped the room key off, telling the man the room should be vacant in a few minutes, then walked a couple of blocks to a bus stop. I hopped the bus home and took a good shower, mainly to wash the asshole's shit off of my dick. I soaped up my crotch good and lovingly fondled my love-gun and coddled my balls in thanks for how well they performed and made me feel when I fucked that asshole. I made sure all traces of his crap ended up down the drain. After my shower I felt good. I had done three things with one fuck: I had not only taken my piece of his ass him but I had taken his anal cherry and given him the gift. I didnt see the punk for over a month. When I did he saw me and gave me a dirty look. I could tell he was recovering from the initial flu like symptoms so I masturbated when I got home, knowing I had done my job. I fucked poz bottoms and versatiles for a couple of years before meating another neg asshole.I never found out for sure whether or not he had passed it to his wife, as she had filed for divorce a few months later and moved out of town. -
I received a call last night from an old college girlfriend, Kathy. I was the last guy Kathy dated before she met the man she married. We were college lovers for the most part. Kathy was more than a little frigid and I was more of a slut. I let a lot of guys blow me in college and I cheated on her with about anybody who would say 'yes', including Kathy's roommate and another one of Kathy's friends. Well, Kathy and her mom were coming into town to do some shopping, and she asked if I would like to get a drink and talk. I agreed and we met later that night. Within an hour, she was drunk and I was fit as a fiddle. That is when Kathy started bitching about her husband, about his small cock and unwillingness to go down on her. I loved eating her pussy in school, but she did not let me do it - all that much. Well, I told Kathy I would love to take her up to her room and give her some head, but I was sure she was sharing a room with her mom. Surprisingly, she was not. She told the bartender to put the drinks on her room and off we went. We rode the elevator up 15 or so floors and half that time I was on my knees eating her shaved pussy. She pulled me out the elevator just as she came and jizzed on the floor. We laughed as we stumbled into her room just like the old day. I had her naked and those 36DDs popped out just like old times. I straddled her chest and tit fucked her for a little bit, before I dove back down and ate her to an explosive orgasm that I was sure to wake her mom up in the next room. The old bitch never liked me anyway. I stood with hard cock in hand and drove it deep into her pussy with one push. She screamed with delight as I pummeled her pussy with my hard cock. She asked me not to cum in her as she was close to that time of the month that she could get pregnant. I breathed a heavy displeasure and she sighed "Fuck it. Cum in me like old times, like you did Beth and Amy." I looked at her and she told me she knew I fucked her friends over the the times we dated. Well, that kind of talk sent me over the rails and I flooded her well-plowed snatch with enough cum to fill the Chicago river. I stayed for another hour or so, cumming in her two more times. Ten months later I received a birth announcement of a blue eyed, blond girl, looking just like Kathy and her Daddy. Oh, by the way, Kathy's husband is a Latino. Joe
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I fuck my friends wife I had always wanted to fuck her, but she was a friends wife. So, she was always off limits to me. Well, her husband had recently pissed me off and had really put a ding in our friendship. We had not talked in a week or so. So, I was quite surprised to get a phone call from Tracy. She told me that Tim was out of town and that there was a water leak in her basement. She knew that we had been fighting, but I was the only person she knew she could call. I told her I would be right over. I had just got my ass filled with a huge BBC. See what all my friends and my wife does not know is when I am not with them or working. I am getting my ass fucked bare from the guy down the street to some big black cock I had met in an ABS last December. I have never tested positive, and as far as I know I never been fucked by a poz guy. However, I know tt does come with the territory. So, I tell him I need to roll. As I need to go help a friend. I jumped in the shower to waah the sex stink off of me. He decided I was not done with his cock and he was right. He jumped in the shower with me and rode my ass for good measure. WE showered and toweled off while I coaxed one more load from his thick black cock. I savored his taste all the way over to Tim’s house. When I got there, I was greeted by a very wet t-shirt clad Tracy. Her sizable tits poked through her shirt and there was little left to the imagination. She always had a nice body, but I really tried to never dwell on it since in my mind she was always off limits. Today, she was exceptionally hot with a little bit of dirt and grime on her. I commenced to fixing the link, it was just a loose pipe, but needless to say, I was soaked to bone before I got it fixed and helped her get the basement clean. Well, that is when she finally caught me looking at her tight 32DD tits. She squealed, “Joey, quit looking at my tits.” She was right, I had been looking at them ever since I got there.. I am sure she could see the hard on I was sporting as well. I was hot, wet and ready to fuck after getting fucked all morning by the big black stud. I did what I would not have done two weeks ago. I pulled her to me, placed her lips on mine and kissed her hard and deep. She fought just a little at the beginning, but by the time I had her upstairs. She was taking my belt off, and pulling my shirt over my head. Soon we were both very naked and I had my hard 6 inch cock buried deep in her shaved snatch. She had her legs wrapped around me and helped me drive my cock deeper into her. She squealed like a pig in heat as her pussy sucked and pulled my cock so deep in her. She came squirting her love juice all over me and their bed. She pulled me deep into her as her toes curled into massive bed soaking orgasm. She told me not to cum in her and I barely nodded an agreement. She no more got those words out of her mouth when I unloaded my nut in her. She could feel my cock spasm as she tried to push me off of her. I just locked my mouth on hers and she soon accepted my cum flooding into her. I was squeezing those ample 32DD’s as my cock grew. She soon begged me to fuck her tits. She cried that Tim never fucked her tits. I pulled my hard dick from her flooded pussy. I flopped my cock tween those massive melons and she squeezed them together. I fucked those lovely tips and wondered why Tim never ever fucked them. She was so skilled at the art of tit fucking. My cock poked through the top of her tits and into her open mouth. Though, I had came twice today once with that massive BBC splitting my ass and once into Tracy’s hot box.. I was getting close to cumming again. Her tits were magnificent and her mouth was so talented. When I felt that I was close to cumming I pulled out of her tits and shoved my cock back in her pussy and flooded her once again. She playfully smacked my ass and scolded me playfully for cumming in her again after she told me not cum in her the first time. When she did that I took the lead and rolled her on her knees and slid my cock right back into her gaping pussy and rode her again till my cock exploded for the third time in her. I left her there in her bed, their bed completely spent with my seed leaking from her fertile pussy. I snickered to myself that her husband has fucked more than a few girls since they got married and Tracy never knew. I looked at it as if she got even with him and so did I. I showered as she slept and even thought about calling some of my black buddies to come over and fuck her, but I thought it would be wise to wait. I am sure she will go through a lot of emotions in the next couple of days before Tim got home.
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This ad was posted on a community site, c********t: Wife took the kids away for the weekend so I could work on projects without them underfoot. Wanna cum work on my first project with me? Sucking, fucking, licking ass, its all good! I'm 5'9", 180 lb tight ass. Nobody will know but you and me, not your wife, girlfriend or partner. Leave with a smile and a drained cock. I’m in pretty good shape you should be too. Movies started to run in my head as I considered the possibilities and then I had flashbacks of other married 'bi' guys who have had fun with me. My mission in life has been to spread my seed, and take seed from anyone who wants to give it to me. I've been working on cultivating the ultimate strain of HIV, resistant to medication. Bi guys are especially rewarding, as they can spread my seed into their woman. The ideas got me hard and dripping precum. After emailing the guy my pics and description and asking for directions, my attention turned to my cock. I’m uncut, 7 inches long and 2 inches in diameter, the same size as the rim of a beercan, my foreskin hangs nearly 2 inches over my fully erect cock. All this skin has made the head of my cock very sensitive, and I generally have to keep my foreskin tied up, or I would be oozing precum all day. I pulled the foreskin back, and ran my fingers around the head of my cock, and got some of the juice that was oozing out on my finger so I could taste my nectar. I began to wonder about what sort of play this guy was into when my computer beeped that I had received an email. The pics he responded with were great. His name was Tony, and he has a muscular chest and shoulders, a bit of a belly, and a great, sturdy ass on top of muscular legs. He enjoys a thick mane of wavy dark hair and enough body hair for 2 guys and probably half of a third, thick dark hair everywhere but that muscular ass. No dick shot; so this was probably all about topping him. That ass just begged to be licked and slowly relaxed, and then I would slide my dick in and use Tony as my personal cockring. He sent no address or directions, only a phone number. Between my posting and responding to ads, generally, when a guy responds with just a phone number, he wants phone sex. If a guy sends only a phone number and picture, he is ready to play now! I called and a masculine voice answered, "Hello, this is Tony." Looking at his pics and talking to him made my dick throb, just thinking about getting my dick up inside him and the sensations I was feeling in my nuts when I thought about playing with him were exquisite! After giving him my name, I asked "Do you do this often?" knowing that I had seen his ad online before. I tried my luck and asked, "What kind of fun are you looking for tonight, Tony? Top, bottom or both?" "Well," Tony said, "I do not want to limit myself; I can pitch or catch!" He covered the address and directions for me, and we agreed that I would be there in an hour. Tony only lived 10 minutes away, so I used that hour to be sure I was ready for play. I took a Levitra, showered and cleaned myself out, on the luck that I would ride Tony's cock, and made sure I had breath mints. With everything prepared, I drove to Tony's place. As I drove up, Tony came out of the garage and motioned for me to park in the driveway. He met me at the car and greeted me like we were old friends. He was dressed in a white tank top, flip flops and cutoffs that were threadbare enough in the crotch and the ass to know Tony had nothing on beneath. "Any trouble finding the place?" he asked, handing me a beer. He pushed the button and the garage door closed. We went into the house and Tony headed to a room down the hall. He opened the door and we walked into Tony's gym. Closing the door, Tony turned and popped the top button on his cutoffs. His first step started the zipper down, the second completed the trip. On his third step, the shorts started to slide down on the right side, the fourth, the left side started down. Tony stopped, and shrugged, and the shorts dropped to the floor. He stepped out of the shorts and peeled his tank top off in one swift move. Standing naked in front of me, Tony was a striking presence, certainly everything the photos had promised, and he was blessed with an uncut dick, hanging down a good 6 inches and not yet hard. "Why are you still dressed?" he asked, giving me a wink. I got out of my jeans and shirt and turned to meet Tony on equal terms. Tony first sat, and then lay down on the weight bench. I straddled him, rubbing my uncut cock against his. After some licking and nipple play, Tony rolled over and on his stomach, presenting me with an ass that looked like 2 halves of a bowling ball. "Ready for fun?" I asked, and Tony growled "Work me over!" With that as my cue, I spread his cheeks and sank my tongue into that sweet hole, licking, teasing and pushing in as deep as it would go, relaxing and stimulating Tony at the same time. He stopped me, turned over from his stomach to his back, raised his legs and hooked his shoelaces over the ends of the barbell on the rack. "Now get that tongue back in there!" Tony demanded with a wicked grin. I smiled and returned my focus to my tongue working Tony's ass. After I worked his hole with my tongue for about 10 minute, I stood up and straddled him with my dick hanging in his face. I proceeded to return my tongue to his ass, being able to work from a different angle and also to go in deeper. Tony pulled my dick into his mouth and gave me some great head. I was fully hard and Tony was treating my foreskin just how I like it! He would grab it with his teeth, stretch it, lick it stretched, then pucker and pull it tight over the head of my dick, stretching it some more. He ran his tongue under the foreskin and around the head of my cock, stimulating precum in big amounts. He would occasionally take my cock all the way into his throat in one swift move, massage the head of my dick for a moment, and then back to teasing the head and foreskin. Meanwhile, the rest of my attention was diverted to drooling spit into his upturned ass, his hole opening and closing, and seeing how far in I could go with my tongue. We played like that for a bit, until I knew Tony was as ready to be fucked as he was going to get. Tony's work on my cock had me hard and throbbing, ready to invade him. Standing up, I turned and unhooked Tony's shoelaces from the barbell and positioned him lying on his stomach on the bench, knees on the floor. I took my position kneeling behind him, sliding my dick up and down the crack of his ass. Returning to sliding my dick up and down his ass, I took an experimental poke occasionally, and Tony's hole responded by opening up for me. When everything felt right, I placed the head of my dick at his hole. "I'm poz. You OK with that?" Tony turned his head and said "Pull out before you cum and I am OK with that." "Pull my cock in, Tony! Take as much time as you need. Once you pull it in, we can fuck like demons!" Tony opened his hole and little by little, he pulled me in. He would pull some cock in, then stop and let his ass get used to my cock, then take a little more, until I was all the way in and could feel my nuts against his ass. I pulled back, left just the head of my dick in and slowly thrust back in. Tony growled and pushed his ass back, wanting to feel me in as deeply as he could get me. Then I pulled completely out, lined up my dick with his hole and pushed straight in to the balls. Tony grunted and said "More, stud! Fuck me! Use my ass!" Switching to fucking him with just the head for a bit, I would pull out completely and sink back in until just the head popped into his hole. I alternated this with some hard fast strokes, plunging in as deeply as I could get. Then I grabbed his hips, pushing and pulling Tony back and forth on my cock. I could feel my first load starting to build, so I pulled completely out. "I'm just about there!" "Yahoo!", Tony exclaimed as he rolled on his side, "I want some more of your fucking!" "In a bit," I said, "I want to switch for a minute, keep that load just a bit longer." Once again, I straddled him and with my dick hanging in his face, reached down, pulled his legs up and bent them so his knees were under my arms. Tony pulled me back, spreading my cheeks and getting his tongue deep in me. He licked, poked and nibbled my ass, and I took his cock in my mouth. He was already hard, and the precum was almost flowing out of his dick! I teased the head for a while, savoring the taste and feel of his precum. Going down on his dick like that was totally outstanding, and his head slid across my tongue and into my throat without any resistance. I pride myself on being able to go a long time without taking a breath, and I did my best to demonstrate this on Tony's cock for quite a while. He had a really big head, which must have hung out half an inch over the shaft of his cock. It made for a very satisfying and stretching blowjob, as I brought Tony to the edge of blasting his load 3 times before I thought he would be ready for my dick in his ass again. I pulled off his dick and reached back to spread my cheeks for all that I could get of Tony's tongue, and when my hole was satisfied, stood up and turned Tony over on his stomach. I worked my tongue in again, pushing as much spit as I could up into Tony, to make sure the ride was smooth for him. When spit was dripping down his nuts, I pushed my dick in. Once I was in to the hilt, I started driving my dick in pretty aggressively. Riding Tony was like plugging my dick into a dynamo! He worked the muscles in his ass and bucked to get as much sensation as he could from my dick. Feeling the load start to build, sensation starting in my toes and then working up to my nuts, I wanted to slow down again, to stretch this great feeling out longer, and then I decided I would just have to get in this saddle again tonight. As I got closer to cumming, my strokes got to be slower out and faster in, driving as deep as I could. With my eruption only moments away, I pushed in and withdrew completely. I held my head just outside for a few seconds, and Tony turned his head, "Fuck, stud! Get that dick back inside me!" "I'm poz, Tony, and you asked me to pull out before I cum!" "I wanna feel you inside me, your head swelling and pulsing and pushing that load into me! Besides, other guys have cum in me before and I have not popped poz yet!" "But they were not poz, were they? That's the difference here. Do you want my load?" "Get that dick back inside me and flood my guts! I will take my chances!" I slid around his crack for a moment, enjoying the slippery feeling and making him growl, and when I pushed back in, I felt the first rush of orgasm along with the first spasm as my nuts convulsed. Throbbing and swelling, my dick shot. Tony said "I can feel your load filling me up!" I rode a bit longer, and my head with its load around it was feeling enough sensation to shoot again very quickly, rewarding me with a second orgasm about 2 minutes after the first one. I pulled out and Tony rolled over. His dick was standing up between his legs. I went down on my knees and took Tony's cock in my mouth and down my throat. He was twitching and jumping almost from the moment my lips had touched his dick. I came up for air, and then swallowed Tony again, working my throat muscles until I felt his head swell up so much it could not move in my throat, and then I felt his hot seed going down my throat. I backed up a bit to get a taste, and Tony proceeded to cum for nearly a minute, twitching and growling and using his hands on the back of my head to work my mouth and throat on his dick. As we both came back from the edge, I asked, “Tony, you really enjoy men. Why are you married?” "My wife was the first woman I fucked, and damned if she did not get pregnant that first time! I was fucking with guys long before we met and have taken the opportunity to play with guys whenever I find it. I have not fucked her in 5 years...and she ain't asking." Tony responded. “Heh, I will make myself available any time you want to get together,” I said. “Do you need to leave right away?” he asked in return. To which I told him “I do not have any plans for the rest of the night,” and he asked, “Wanna stay here and play some more? I want to get my dick up in your ass and show you as much fun as you did for me! Besides, I want to show you the hot tub!”
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Some of the nastiest all-out pig sex I've had has been with married men. Maybe it's because they don't get to play with other men as often as they want, so when they get the chance, they really cut loose. Whatever the reason, would love to hear about your experiences with all those cheating husbands out there. They are easy to find using Craigslist!
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Was at an ABS last night, standing in the hallway, and heard these two guys (presumably friends) talking together about sucking dick, and stuff, and their wives, so I knew they were married. Each also had a wedding band on. No big deal to me, I could careless if guys were cheating on their wives. The one guy was hot, about 28, brown, short, wavy hair, green eyes, muscular, athletic type. Bubble butt under his cargos. I smiled at him and went into a booth with a glory hole in it. In less than a minute I heard someone come into the booth on the other side. Glanced through the hole, and there were the cargo pants I had seen before. Saw the pants slide down around his ankles, and then his dick came through the hole. Hmm, I thought, I thought this guy was talking about sucking dick, not getting sucked, but I love to suck too, so what the hell. His dick was semi-hard, uncut, and about 5" soft so far. I slid my tongue under his foreskin, and licked, and took the head into my mouth. His dick plumped out to about 8 inches, and the skin pulled back off his glistening wet head. I sucked him all the way into my mouth, as my hands worked his balls. I could taste thick pre-cum from his tip. Gently sucked him, driving him crazy for like 2-3 minutes, when he got rock hard, and started to pull his dick back through the hole (why would he do that?), but I had a good hold on his balls, and held on tight. Not wanting any pain in his balls at that climax moment, he pushed his dick back all the way through the hole, right as his cum spewed out in thick spurts into my mouth. I held his cum in my mouth while he was cumming so it would be really wet and warm. When he finished, I licked all I could from his head, and swallowed it all down. Licked his shaft clean, as he pulled it back through. Well, again not what I expected, but very nice I thought. Next thing I know, his ass is backed up against the hole. Being still on my knees, I put my tongue to his ass and started licking and sucking it. I love a guy that wants more even after he cums. I worked on his sweet, smooth, pink hole for about five minutes, when he backs away and hands me a condom through the glory hole. I struggled with the urge to fuck and the dislike of condoms, this was a nice ass! I also struggled with my need to breed his ass, at all costs, being incredibly turned on by doing that. So I took the condom pack, opened it up, and with my teeth, bit off the tip of it, making a huge hole in the end. I rolled it onto my dick, and held my hand over the end as I was lubing it with spit. I could see him watching me to see that I had the condom on. His ass came back to the hole, with his fingers there to help guide my dick in, he had also put some lube onto his ass. I positioned my dickhead right at his hole, and his hands grasped my shaft (condom covered) to feel it, and make sure it was there, as he helped guide me in. The hole in the end of the condom was only big enough to cover my slit on the head, but I held tightly onto my condom covered shaft as I pushed in, and felt the entire head of the condom tear as I pushed into him, so that my entire head of my cock was now inside him bare. I held still onto the condom as I pushed in, to get about 2" of my dick raw inside him, with just now the lower part of my shaft covered with the condom. His hand moved away, and his ass came back fully against the glory hole and onto my dick. The feeling of being inside someone bare is just too strong to resist, it’s like I go into a trance. I began pumping his ass, wild with lust that this boy was being fucked bare, but didn't know it. His ass was so warm, and moist, and hot, I got close in like 3 minutes. Glory holes always turn me on for some reason and make me cum fast anyway. I gave a final push into him deep, and just held it there, and started to cum and breed his ass, blowing my spunk into him raw. This hot married dude, was being seeded and bred, but didn't know it. I could feel his ass, squeezing my dick as I twitched inside him and blew out about 7-8 shots of my cum into him, wild with emotions that I was breeding a guy. As I finished, he started to back off, and I quickly pulled my dick back through, and held my hand over the tip of the condom as he looked back through, and I pulled it off the same way. Dropped it onto the floor in the corner so he couldn't see it, zipped up and left. I wonder if and when he discovered the broken condom or the load of cum that was now swimming in his ass, if ever. I just couldn't help myself though, the urge to breed sometimes becomes too strong to resist, and I just have a need to get my cum into an ass. He was a hot hot boy.
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It was the late 90's. I was 35; married; 3 kids; a good boy, always trying to please; more (or less) faithful to my wife, to whom I'd been married for 15 years; providing my family with a steady income from my run-of-the-mill accounting job. And I hated it. Still I was reluctant to give in to my homosexuality, regarding it as a blemish on my character. But my hormones often got the best of me, and I ended up at the bars and baths—rarely—but with increasing frequency. I developed an affinity for blowjobs, which progressed to getting laid. I was always the passive one, the Bottom. Back in those days, to my detriment, I played it safe and hardly ever fucked without a Condom. After each tryst, I felt guilty and ashamed, but on each occasion less and less. And I kept fucking my wife bare. Just when I didn't want to go on with such duplicity, becoming more and more conflicted everyday—just when I was seriously considering leaving wife and kids—salvation came in the form of a new job, offering 200 travel days a year. With a generous expense account and a salary I'd heretofore only dreamt about, I jumped at the opportunity. Ironically, I kept our family together by keeping us apart. I became very creative at seeking out the most popular Gay haunts—the leather bars, bath houses, tearooms, rest stops, parks, adult theaters, and bookstores. I left no stone unturned. I grew comfortable in my new role as a kinky, if somewhat masochistic Bottom, a sometime Slave, but always the Slut. During my trips home, I played the role of loving husband fucking his wife, while cuming to reveries of Male Cunt. Sucking, felching, rimming, along with the ubiquitous Poppers became my daily regimen. I got fucked more and more. I developed tastes for spit, watersports, armpits, feet, and B&D and S&M. I loved Gay Sex and invited guys to my hotel rooms all hours of the day and night. Still I couldn't get enough. I started fucking bare on the proviso that they pull out. Of course there were the inevitable accidents. I knew I took a risk since I always bled when I got fucked. I wasn't yet amenable to taking Cum up the Ass, but more and more that turned me on. It also turned me on fucking my wife, sharing the risk, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, as I pumped my NEG Gay Sperm up her straight Pussy. I'd hinted at an occasional Gay rendezvous, but never breathed a word about bareback sex. Gradually my guilt and reluctance dissipated as I sacrificed quality for quantity. I no longer had to strive to be a Cum Pig; I HAD BECOME ONE. I felt powerful and bad. I manipulated the Tops who thought they were manipulating me—into barebacking—in hopes that one or both of us would be inseminated with the Blessed Seed. And I continued to fuck my wife—with my Fist and up her Ass. How she raved about our new "open" relationship—the little Fool—my meal ticket to the family values so treasured by the outside world. I never told her how I'd cum to worship unsafe sex. The turning point came when I got invited to a party in L.A. I emailed the host and asked if barebacking were permissible. He wrote back that he and several buds actually preferred it that way. Sometimes they had special little get-togethers for barebackers, and there was one such Friday night. He never actually said the words “Conversion Party.” I told him I was a relative newbie to group sex. "On the contrary, I think you'll fit right in. Be here at eight, and we'll talk it over." Marky seemed an all right kind of guy—not pushy, just hospitable. He assured me I'd enjoy myself. And no one would force me do to anything I didn’t want. That sounded great. "But Marky, are your buddies NEG?" "Who really knows his status, Sport? Just get here early, and we'll talk." On my drive down to L.A, I thought a lot about getting POZZED. There seemed to be distinct advantages—no longer having to worry about the Bug was the biggie that came to mind. And the disadvantages were too morbid to contemplate. Maybe POZ was not nearly as NEG as it was made out to be. It was a little after eight when I rang the bell. I was stressed from the long drive, and Marky noticed it. "Have a cola, and let's share a joint. Help you unwind. I got some other stuff. Ecstasy, GHB, Coke. Just ask.” I took a few tokes, and he suggested I clean up. I told him I didn't do drugs, but I’d love to douche. He flashed me a quick smile. "Trust me. Chems have their place. They just make it a little easier to accept ourselves." Afterwards we shared another joint. We were looking at the profiles of his bareback friends as he chatted online. Marky whispered in my ear about how beautiful I was, how I deserved the Gift, and other bullshit, and gave me another cola. Foggy as I was, I didn’t think a thing of it. He told me he hosted a party every month or so. He usually invited 15 or 20 guys. Five or six regulars always showed up; the rest, depending. "I start inviting guys around 6 PM, by phone and on the Net. The party starts at 10. The guys who can make it pop in anytime between then and 6 AM. I'll try to get hold of my friend, Nigel. He lives right down the block," Marky smirked, massaging the PreCum pooling on my piss slit all over my dick head. I felt so warm and comfy. I lay on the mattress besides the computer, jacking off, watching two studs go at it on TV. The music was growing deafening; the room lights seemed to dim; and, overall, I felt quite pleasant and relaxed. On hands and knees I crawled over to Marky and sucked his dick. He none too kindly rammed it down my throat. "Horny Pig! Must be the GHB. You're feeling it." "But I didn't want to do drugs!" I protested, thinking of the next drug test. Actually, I felt downright evil, hot, and sexy. I often have a problem with the gag reflex. But that night, no problemo at all. I wanted him down my throat, but he pushed me away. "Not yet, Cunt! I know you want it, but not nearly bad enough. Time for a pill, an XTC. The GHB got you horny, but you're way too laid-back. Take this, and you'll be fuck meat for the guys when they arrive." As I popped it down my throat I exploded. "I WANT TO BE RAPED, DAMN IT!" Marky gave me a devilish grin. "Give it to me, please!" The doorbell rang. There was a commotion in the hall, followed by silence. Marky told me Nigel had gone to take a shower, and it was time for us to play. He knelt down to rim me and kissed me as he entered me. "My God, Your bare cock feels so good in me!" He gave me a joint and then his poppers. The drugs, combined with my predilection, had rendered me a total Slut. I wanted him to cum in me. But once again Marky spurned my advances and pulled out. He told me to turn around. I hadn't heard Nigel enter the room. I was astonished. He must have been 6’, had the deepest, darkest eyes I’d ever seen, the widest mouth, beautiful muscles, with an incredible 8 inches topped by a massive PA. He was perfection personified! I crawled over to him. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. He was like a faucet forcing spittle down my throat. He commanded me to suck his Dick. I took a lengthy hit of poppers as he ground that huge tool down my throat. Was I imagining things or did intense Gregorian music fill the room as Marky massaged something up my butt? "Just a little aid to relax your pussy." But it didn't feel good at all. My butt was on fire! "What the hell..." I started to protest, but was silenced in astonishment as Nigel ordered Marky to work a butt plug up my ass—in tandem with his uncut Cock. Nigel was pissing down my throat, while Marky twisted the latex dildo in beside his dick. "YEAH, BOY! WE'RE GONNA IMPREGNATE YOU!" Show him the Dildo, Marky." It was slimey and BLOOD RED. "He's ready now, Marky. Cream away." Marky gave me another sniff, but it wasn't poppers. "Coke!" Marky grinned. "Like the stuff up your ass. You'll be a better fuck for it." Marky plowed my bleeding butt while I sucked Nigel's mammoth cock. He pissed again. "Yeah, fuckin' pig! Swallow my sick piss, you filthy slut!" Needless to say, I was preoccupied when Marky shot his cum in me. With the pervasive music, the twirling lights, Marky's tongue in my ear, his POZ Spooge dripping off my hairy Balls, and Nigel's massive rock hard rod fucking my face—I imploded from sensual overload. I started to cry. Marky spoke in singsongy, condescending voice. "Your first big test, boy; and you passed it well. Let's take a break." "NO BREAK!" I screamed. "I WANT IT NOW! I WANT NIGEL TO RAPE MY ASS!" Nigel took my face between his hands, looking deep into my teary eyes. "BEG FOR IT, SLUT! BEG FOR MY AIDS CUM!" I didn't even hesitate. I searched his deep black eyes. "IF THE DEVIL EXISTS, NIGEL, YOU'RE IT. Just give me what you got. No ifs, ands or butts." "You sure, slut? Once we start, there's no turning back. I always finish what I start. So be sure. Be very, very sure." "I'm sure," but suddenly I was scared. The drugs were wearing off. It was still early—9 PM. I could make a break for it. As I watched Marky and Nigel prepare the sling, I plotted my escape. I pulled on my trousers, grabbed my tee, and made a mad dash for the door. The doorbell rang. Shit! Nigel turned and saw me. He tackled me, inadvertently bloodying my nose, and dragged me to the sling. My fate was sealed. I'd met my match. There’d be no escaping now. To add insult to injury, I had rug burns on my knees, and puked all over my bare chest. Dressed in black leather, an Asian twink named Tuan came, in, took in the scene, and helped bind my feet and hands and clean me up. Marky prepared another cola, adding a vial of GHB. He also forced me to swallow another XTC tablet down my throat. It was either swallow it or choke. Tuan took a sniff of coke, then sprinkled some on my soiled, bloodied handkerchief and held it tightly to my lips while Marky pinched my nose. As you might expect, Nigel plunged his enormous pierced black cock up my ass, Marky's cum the only lube. I felt his P.A. searing me. While Marky kissed me, Tuan sucked my cock. I came as Nigel exploded up my Ass. Marky felched me and we kissed—our lips a crimson kaleidoscope of cum, piss and blood. After that Tuan took his turn and dumped yet another POZ LOAD up my ass. The rest was almost anticlimactic. It was 10 PM. The party had barely begun, and already I'd been bred. More guys came in. I was only half awake. I don't know how many loads I took, but one thing was for sure: I got POZZED that night. Four weeks later I was laid up with the fuck flu. Feverish though I was, my joints protesting every move, I screwed my "shield of respectability," while fantasizing about shit holes and mancunt.
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This was originally posted on my BB Buds blog by askmeimight (askmeimight@gmail.com) who said the following about himself: ---------- so, I guess it was a good ad as it netted three hits and two actual cocks! oh, and a sidebar, i have my gmail set to forward any messages from craigslist to my voyager as a text message so i can respond immediately and don't miss messages (even middle of the night). back to the post... i get this response on 9/5: "Hey, How about lunch time please send your address so we can meet. Thanks" now, i was confused as it was 12:57. so here is the chain of emails: "Hi XXXX, When is lunch for you? I can take a break anytime." ____ "How about 12:30?" ____ "It's 12:58 now" ____ "It would have to be Tuesday or sometime this week." ____ "OK, see you tomorrow" (with address) so, it's tuesday and i come home for lunch hoping he shows and knock knock YEAH! he comes in, i would peg him as a little older than i specify in my ad that i am looking for (18-40) but he seems nice enough and we were both here. he's almost the opposite of the first guy - short (maybe 5'7") and thin but not athletic. he seems a little nervous and i ask him how he wants to do this and he just undoes his belt and pushes his pants and boxers down his thighs halfway - AWESOME - i get to kneel which, as i said, is how i do my best work! his cock is about four thin inches soft and seems clean as i start sucking him off. it grows quite dramatically - ends up being a very thick seven incher - and his balls pull tight right away so i know it's going to be a short session. i moan to let him know that i am enjoying it and he starts talking, which i LOVE, "that's good! ya, like that!" so this is turning into a good one. then he takes it up another notch and puts both hands on my head - now i wish he started fucking face but instead he just directed my up and down but still really HOT. i find that stroking a guy where his cock meets his balls is one of the most sensitive spots and almost always brings a guy off so he is moving my head up and down and i am stroking his balls and then his hands drop as he starts breathing heavier... he's not there yet, he's letting me take him there but i continue the motion he started and work his balls good and he starts really breathing hard (i love hearing a guy cum almost as much as tasting it!!) and he shoots a really nice load. all in all ten minutes but good. he heads out, i head back to work and all is good.
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This story was originally submitted to my old buds blog by ColletonGuy (colletonguy@yahoo.com)... I've been married for quite a few years and have only had absolutely safe sex during my few MM meetings. I met a buddy about a year ago in the same situation. I've come to trust him and enjoy our get togethers although with both of us married it's not that often. After discussing safe sex one day we decided to both get tested to make sure neither of us had anything we didn't know about and take our meetings a step further. After getting a couple of all clears we met for our first no condom sex. I'm the bottom and while I hadn't been willing to take a chance on unsafe sex, I've always gotten excited over the idea of a guy doing me bareback. I think it felt like a first time for both of us. We met at my house, got naked and traded off sucking each other. He fingered my ass like he usually does to get me ready and when I couldn't wait any longer I rolled over and got on all fours. I was as nervous/excited as I had been in a long time. He opened the bottle of lube and spread some around and in my hole. I looked between my legs and saw him stroking his cock, lubing it up as well. Then he put the head at my opening and I took a deep breath and relaxed. He's hung pretty good and the initial inch or so always takes some time to get in. As my hole gave in I felt him slide about halfway inside me, my first bare cock in about 20 years and damn it felt good. It may be in my head but it seemed I could feel every vein in his shaft. He was still for a few seconds, then pulled back until just the head was left inside and slowly leaned forward against me. In that one slow stroke, he buried every inch in me. I've never cum just from getting fucked but at that particular moment I knew how guys could, I was close. He fucked me slowly for a few minutes, uneven strokes, alternating between almost falling out, to going balls deep and grinding his cock into me. He seemed harder than ever and I was thinking however good it felt to me, it must feel just as good to him. Then he started to get into a more steady rhythm, fucking me deep and continuously. In my head or not, it was the best fucking I'd had in a long time. His grip on my hips got a little tighter and his dick started plugging me a little harder. I began pushing my ass back against him; I knew he liked that and it usually pushed him over the edge. At that moment I wanted nothing more than for him to pump my ass full of cum, the first without a condom in a very long time. His thrusts got a little more urgent and then he pulled me back hard against him, forcing his cock deep inside me and didn't move. I could feel his swollen shaft jerking in my ass, emptying his load in my guts. He made a long, slow groan as his nuts got drained. I stroked my own cock a few times and exploded myself. As I came, my ass tightened on his shaft and probably squeezed his last drop of cum inside me. Neither of us moved for a minute, it felt too damn good. When he finally pulled out I could feel my hole slimy from his load. I clenched up to keep it inside me. It had been too long in the making to let it out yet. He got dressed and left. I put on a pair of underwear and sat down for bit. My ass was still tender from the great fucking and I could feel his cum starting to trickle out and leave a wet spot in my Hanes. I just sat in it for a while, enjoying the feeling.
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This story was originally posted in my old buds blog by colletonguy (colletonguy@yahoo.com) Here I sit, realizing how sore my ass is and how damn erotic that is. I met my fuck buddy tonight. We planned it for a couple of days. I knew I was going to get fucked but had no idea exactly how much fucking I'd get. I got my hole squeaky clean and drove over to his place. He opened the door wearing only a shirt with his cock sticking out from under his shirttail. I couldn't help myself and dropped to my knees and put that wonderful cock of his in my mouth. He called me a few names, which I always like, and then we headed into the bedroom. I stripped and he lay back while I worshipped his cock. It felt so good in my mouth and he was being a bit controlling which I really liked. He was pulling my hair a little, forcing a little too much of his cock down my throat, calling me a slut, all the things he knows I like. He told me to finger my ass while I sucked him. I immediately put one finger in my ass and quickly followed it with a second and eventually a third. Opening my ass was making me extra horny and I went after his cock with a purpose. Sucking and licking, from the bottom of his balls to the tip of that nice big dick. After a few minutes of that he told me to get on my back and I could hardly move fast enough. He started pressing his cock head into me and at first with him, it never seems like it's going to fit. He's the biggest I've ever had and as much as we've fucked in the last year, he still stretches me to the limit. He kept easing into me, slowly fucking in and out, adding an inch every minute or so. Every stroke felt like I was full to the bursting point, but on the next stroke, he'd go a little deeper. Damn it felt good. After a few minutes, I felt his body pressing against me and I knew he had me open all the way. I ground my ass against him and can't describe how good his dick felt as it moved around in my guts. He pulled back and started fucking me slowly and deeply, working a great rhythm. I couldn't help but tell him how good it felt which seemed to turn him on even more. His rhythm would pick up and then he'd slow down to keep from cumming. His control has always been good and as hard as I tried, I couldn't push him over the edge tonight. Twice he pulled all the way out to keep from cumming, then he'd slowly push that big dick all the way back in me and start again. After fucking me for quite a while, he told me to get on my hands and knees. He gripped my hips and repeated everything he'd done before when I was on my back. Deep fucking me, stopping before he came, pulling all the way out when he got too close. I was pushing my ass back against him, grinding my ass back on his cock, trying my best to get him to cum, but he wasn't ready yet. He kept a steady rhythm of fucking, driving me crazy, then pushed me down so I was laying flat on my stomach. He lay completely on top of me, and grabbed my arms, holding me down and fucking me deep. I felt like such a bitch for him, and loved every stroke. He repeated the same pattern. Fucking me deep and steady, stopping or pulling out. I had been begging for his cum for a while when he finally said, "You really want my load." I told him just how good he was making my ass feel. And told he owned my ass. He said “Well now you're going to get it” which is exactly what happened next: he fucked me deep and fast, but didn't stop this time - he kept up the pace, hitting all the right spots and something happened that hadn't happened before. I didn't cum but my cock started leaking heavy, I was right at the verge of cumming without touching my cock. He fucked me for a couple of more minutes, the best fucking I've ever had, and then got even faster. I pushed my ass up to meet his thrusts. Finally he went deep and started growling. His dick was as far in me as he could get it, and he started cumming. It felt like he came for 30 seconds. His cock jerked hard as he filled me up. Then he was still for only a few seconds and fucked me as his cock started to go soft, pushing the load he barebacked into me as deep as he could. When he finally pulled out, my ass was as open as it has ever been. His cum ran out and soaked my balls and dripping onto the towel on which I was laying. I tried to tighten up my hole to keep some of his load in me but I was fucked so wide open it kept trickling out. I dressed and drove home, my ass tender and used. Now, some two hours later, my butt still feels wonderfully tender and sore. And of course I'd head back and let him abuse my ass some more - if he wanted.
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This story was originally submitted to my old buds blog by colletonguy (colletonguy@yahoo.com). Looking back I see now that when we initially met he wasn't just asking questions. It was more of an interview. I'm a Bi Bottom in a fairly small town which makes meeting a guy for MM sex a very rare thing. I was checking my mail one day and there was a response from a MM sex site I had a profile on. I clicked the link and found a guy the same age as me. He lived about an hour away but had bought some farmland and a house very close to me. His profile didn't have a face picture but it did have one of his cock. And damn what a cock. Looked to be a good 8 inches and very thick. The profile also said he was a non versatile top. It sounded too good to be true. I answered his mail and we exchanged a few messages over the next few days. He asked quite a few questions before agreeing to meet me. It sounded like he was really worried about our meeting staying discrete which I liked. He was in town the next weekend and agreed to meet me in a parking lot and talk before going any further. I very nervously drove to the place and waited only a minute before his truck turned in. He pulled up beside me and motioned me inside. He did most of the talking and that's what I mean when I said I should have realized I was being interviewed for safety and discretion. Was I married. How many guys had I met? What did I do with them. Condom use. etc.? I see now that by the time he decided to invite me back to his place he was convinced I was clean as I rarely played and always played safely. I followed him back to his place. He locked the door behind me walked over the couch and dropped his pants. I kneeled between his legs and handled his cock for a few minutes. He was already rock hard. I've got an 8 incher myself and I could see he was every bit as long as I was, but his was considerably thicker. I wondered if I had bitten off more then I could chew. I figured it was too late to back out now and went down on him. I sucked him as best I could but only about half would fit in my mouth. I licked his balls which he really liked by his reaction. I could see he had pretty good control because I got into a good rhythm a few times that would have pushed most guys over the edge and he just kept taking it. After a good 15 minutes of sucking and a sore jaw, he stood up and told me to get undressed. He stepped behind me, reached around with one hand to handle my cock and started circling my hole with a finger on the other hand. I bent over a little to give him better access. He licked his finger a few times to lube my hole and slowly pushed it inside. If I didn't have pretty good control I would have shot right there. He fingered me for a minute or two and pulled it out but kept stroking my cock. I felt him rub his cockhead around my hole but he didn't try to push it in so I stayed bent over and enjoyed the feeling. A little more of that and his cock pulled back and the next time it touched my hole it was wet with spit. He stopped circling and put a little pressure on my hole. I came out of the horny fog he had me in enough to ask for a condom. He said he wanted to ease it in a little here bare and then we'd get a condom and finish in the bedroom. It sounded so reasonable I didn't say anything but bent over a little more, giving him the answer he wanted. His cock touched my hole again and he upped the pressure a little. I took a few deep breaths and relaxed and felt just the tip of his cock start in me. His thickness made it pretty difficult. Less than an inch went in me and it just stopped. He withdrew it, rewet it and tried again. Each time I felt my hole open a little wider as just another fraction of his cock entered my hole. After 6 or 8 repetitions of that I could feel he had all of the head in and almost had the full thickness of the shaft. The next time he pulled out and rubbed spit on his cock, I pushed out hard with my ass just as he started easing back into me. I felt a very quick but mild jab of pain as the thickest part of his cock slipped in and then just an incredibly good, full feeling. He didn't move right away. Giving me time to adjust. He pulled back out. Wet his cock one more time. And this time a good 4 or 5 inches of that beautifully thick dick slid in me. We both caught our breath. I guess it felt as good to him as it felt to me. I hadn't had a cock in me without a condom in about 15 years and had forgotten how much better it really felt. I think he felt the same thing. During our talk he said he always used a condom too. He slowly fucked me with about half of his length. Pulled out to wet it again. And on the next entry he started giving me a little more every few strokes. It felt incredible. I don't think I'd ever been fucked that good and he hadn't really started yet. My hole felt so full I was wondering if I was going to be able to take all of him. I layed my head on the back of the couch and made up my mind to take it. Every time he went a little deeper I felt my cock jump from the sensation. A few strokes later I felt his hips touch mine and just in time. I was just about to tell him I couldn't take anymore but he had managed to get the hole thing in me before I gave up. He hadn't sped up a bit. All the time he was opening me up his strokes were very slow and steady. He pulled almost all the way out and gave me a couple of those same slow strokes going all the way in. I swear it felt like 20 inches of cock were going into me. He pulled out completely and said let's go to the bedroom. I followed him in, walking a little funny I think and asked again where he kept his condoms. He pulled one out of the nightstand and put it on the bed. He asked if he could fuck me bare for a few minutes more before putting it on. He obviously had good control and I knew he wouldn't cum until he was ready. I agreed and got on my hands and knees on the bed. He got behind me, spit on the huge cock again and just as slowly as before easing all 8 inches in me. Not that I'd been fucked a lot but this was definitely the best top I'd ever had. He got right back to the same slow paced fucking as he started with out on the couch. He was holding my hips and although the thrusts got a little harder he wasn't going any faster. He'd pull out until I could feel my hole close slightly as all but the head slipped out, then get stretched wide again and he slammed back into me. I was really getting into it and was starting to grunt and make some noise which is rare for me. I remembered in the back of my mind he was still fucking me bare but I figured I could tell if he sped up like he was getting close to cumming. In the meantime I just enjoyed getting railed. I was groaning, moaning, saying fuck me, fuck me. And did he ever. My ass was getting a little sore because we hadn't used any lube but his spit which was drying. I found my voice enough to tell him to get the condom and lube me some before I got raw. He pulled out put some more spit on his cock and put it back in bare. Let me fuck you a little longer bare first. It felt so damn good to have his dick thrusting back in me I put my head back down and just enjoyed getting fucked some more. His strokes never changed in speed. He had a good grip on my hips and was pulling me back to meet his thrusts in slow but steady rhythm. With no warning, no quick thrust, no noise at all from him, on one of those slow strokes, he stopped on an in stroke. I could feel his cock start jerking deep in my guts. I was enjoying the great fucking so much it took me few seconds to realize he was cumming. About the time it struck me, he breathed out hard and pulled his cock out of me. I freaked for a minute. He assured me he was as safe as I was. He told me some of his history and I calmed down a little. He told me he had been looking for a guy that he trusted was as safe as he was for a fuckbuddy. Turns out the initial interview was when he made his decision. I drove home with his cum dripping out of my well worked hole, looking forward to the next time he was in town.
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I met a new friend at a town hall meeting one night quite by accident. We were sitting next to each other at the crowded meeting and just started talking. After the meeting we decided to go for coffee. We became very close friends, and neither one of us knew the other was bi for several months. I have a home office and he worked nights for Exxon, so he would drop over several times a week during the day, when our wives were still at work. One day he came over and we were having coffee and talking about our kids etc. when he asked me what I thought about a guy we were both acquainted with. And without thinking I blurted out "He has a gorgeous body". My friend John looked at me in surprise. "Are you... uh... bi?" I never told anyone who knew me before, but I had gotten so close to John in those first few months I just nodded and said "Yeah". "Wow!! So am I. My wife doesn't know though." I told him my wife knew, and it was okay with her, but I hadn't done anything for a couple of years because I didn't really know anyone I could trust. We talked for awhile about what we both liked, and we started getting worked up and I just reached out and kissed him lightly on the lips. We went to the bedroom and tore our clothes off and started exploring each other's body. He had a beautiful 8" moderately thick cock, a nice build (neither one of us was a gym bunny) but he was nicely put together. We began touching and after a few minutes, I turned and took his cock into my mouth. He groaned and arched his back as he reached for my modest 7" and turned me into a 69 position. We sucked each other for about 5 minutes, then I looked up and said to him, "Fuck me... I want you inside me" He had me lay down on my side and then got behind me and lifted my leg over his and slid his cock inside me, gently pushing until it was all the way in. It felt so good, that when he started the in and out motion, I came, shooting all over the sheets. His cock lightly brushed my prostate every time he shoved it all the way in, and it drove me crazy. It made me hard again, but all I could do was lay there and feel him filling me with his delicious cock. After about ten minutes, I could feel his cock getting thicker and thicker inside me and I knew he was about to cum. I said "Shoot inside me, I want to feel it in there." With that, he let it loose....thick, hot globs shooting inside me... filling my ass. He was the only guy I ever let cum inside me, and it felt wonderful. When at last his cock had shrunk out of me, he turned and took my cock into his mouth and sucked me until I shot my second load into his mouth. That was the beginning of a 12 year relationship, 3-4 times a week, my wife knew and once in a while she took a day off from work to stay home and watch us. Unfortunately, Exxon transferred him to Houston 3 years ago. We still talk occasionally on the phone, but he doesn't get to New Jersey very often. I miss that fun a lot.
