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Ana was a married housewife. 37 years old Japanese. She 5’8. Average build small breasts an oval shape vagina. Her husband James a very powerful businessman. 5’10 53 overweight. He married Ana in an arrange marriage. They have been married for fifteen years and have a nine year old daughter, Tara. Ana was content if not happy at being a stay at home wife. James provided very well for his family. Yet their sex life was boring at least for Ana it was. James was often away on business. Leaving Ana alone in their isolated home. With very few friends or family that lived near by. The winter months were brutal with snowstorms. Not wanting to freeze. James called Sanchez heating and oil company. The owner, Hector couldn’t make it out. But would send his son Nick. Nick who was eighteen and a college freshman 6’1 a nice 8 inch cock when it was soft. Fucked a lot of older married women. Including the high school principal’s wife who was his teacher. Was going to flunk him, when he seduced her right in her husband’s office. Made a video of it, blackmailing her with it. Forcing her to pass Nick. James left for a business trip. Tara was spending the night at her friends home. Nick arrived around 3. Ana showed him where the furnace was he went right to work. “Is there anything I can get you?” Ana asked. “No thank you madam.” Nick answered. Nick checked her out. As she turned away. “Very nice.” Nick thought to himself. In the meantime the weather was getting worse outside. The governor declared a state of emergency. It took Nick about two hours to heat the entire house. “I’m finished.” Nick said to Ana. “Thank you” Ana said giving him a check for the job he did. Nick went to leave but his car was buried under snow with it still coming down hard. Ana said you can’t go anywhere. It’s too dangerous out. Nick agreed and saw opportunity to fuck Ana. Ana fixed Nick and herself dinner. “Thank you for dinner.” Nick said drinking his second glass of wine. “You’re welcome Nick.” Ana said. “It’s getting late, I’ll show you to the guest room.” Ana got up and followed. The guest room was across from Ana and James’s bedroom. “Good night Nick.” Good night Mrs. Park.” “Thank you for your hospitality.” Ana held her gaze into the young man’s eyes longer than she should have. it must be the wine she thought. In the middle of the night. Ana thought she heard something and sees Nick coming out of the bathroom in his brief underwear. She blushes. The only man she’s seen was her husband. “I’m sorry Mrs Park.” “I didn’t mean to scare you.” “It’s alright.” Ana replied. “Do you want to get something to eat?” She asked. “Yes Nick answered. “Let me put on my pants.” They finished off the wine. Nick stroked her face and kissed her lightly in the lips. Ana was a bit nervous. Sensing this Nick asked her if she was scared. Ana nodded yes. “No need to be as he slowly placed his under her nightgown , feeling her breasts. Lifting her nightgown off of her wearing her grannypanties. He took her hand put it on his tone body and chest. Bringing her hand down to his pants to discover he wasn’t wearing his underwear. He kisses her with such passion in away she has never known. Her panties come off and they go up to her bedroom. He sucks on her breasts, then down to her vagina. “What a tight pussy you got.” She strokes his cock he places it in her mouth and she sucks him.He takes his cock out of her mouth and slowly places it inside her. Very deep. He thrusts it in and out of her. She experiences her first organism. Her eyes roll in the back of her head. He grunts and shoots his load into the married woman. the next morning Ana woke up in Nick’s arms naked in the bed she shares with her husband. the streets have been plowed and so was Ana. She would become pregnant with Nick’s baby. He knew it was his. But James thought it was his. But tragedy struck when James was killed. After a year Nick would help raise his son with Ana along with her daughter.
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My name is Alex. I’m a gay boy with brown curly hair, decent physique a shy hornball who has trouble fitting in most places. School is hard to navigate, and it’s lonely being an only child while I live with just my dad Carl. Dad is what you would call good looking bear. I’ve watched bear porn among other ripped dudes, thinks, daddy, trunk, etc kind of porn. But he’s always been handsome not gonna lie. Thankfully I still have a pocket of close friends so don’t have to worry about what most others think, and I have been seeing my boyfriend Johnny for two years now. Johnny turned 18 two months ago. He is a cute Italian boy with a twink look, no fat and some muscles. I’m jealous of them. Anyway, My dad is always weird about things, but didn’t care much it seemed when I came out to him at 14. But lately, everyone has been acting funny around me leading up to my 18th birthday. My dad has been out a lot and says to not wait up, my boyfriend Johnny has been distant with me, and I thought this was just some kind of surprise party to come. Well, my birthday came but there was no party, but definitely a surprise. It’s just me and dad so when there’s no cars around, it’s not a shocker. I have been dating Johnny for two years now, and he’s my first ever gay kiss, first fuck, and first love. And I was head over heals for him for a long time. But something happened and he started sleeping with me less, acting strange, and here and there gives the cold shoulder. I went over to Johnnys asked his dad Mr. Hughes if he was ok. Now Mr Hughes was the definition of a stud. Built muscles, hairy chest, and it looked like he has his nipples pierced (pretty obvious through his tight tank tops). all he said was “Johnny has never been better” with a grin on his face. I went home wondering what Mr. Hughes was smiling about, but just came to the conclusion he’s ok if his dad says he’s good. When I pull up into the driveway, I’m pleasantly surprised to see dads truck there. At least he’s here for the end of my birthday. When I come through the door, it looked empty. I go up the stairs about to ask dad if he wanted to still do anything still, but I stopped when I heard him moaning. Now it’s just us guys in the house, and dad has probably heard me jerk off, use toys on myself, and even for sure have heard Johnny and I having sex when we think we’re quiet. But something I noticed I have in common with my dad, we can’t be quiet for sure when we are about to cum. And not gonna lie, it’s hot knowing when my dad is about to cum. But what’s interesting is that it sounds like dad has someone over. He must have gotten lucky with a chick. I listen closely through the door and he is pounding hard. Just sounds like a beast going at it with him huffing so much. But then, I hear him just start moaning “that ass of yours loves taking a hard pounding, doesn’t it boy?” Boy??? Oh fuck! Is…is dad fucking a guy? Since when has he started having gay sex? Is dad gay too??? And since when did he start having guys over to fuck? Whatever was running through my head I do know this in that moment. I was rock hard. I started rubbing my crotch with my ear to the door listening to what sounded like balls slapping on some guys ass and thighs, the distinct sound of lips kissing and making out, oh fuck! I haven’t had sex with Johnny in two weeks. I took my dick out of my jeans and started rubbing slowly to savor it and make sure if they got up and to the door I could put my dick back and sneak to my room. I was loving this. But then I started hearing the other guy. Sounded a bit like Johnny for a sec. Nooo, I’m just imagining things. Just kept hearing the other moan, squeal, and then he just yelled loud and intensely “fucking breed your dirty load inside me! AHHH SEED MY HOLE.” That’s when I knew, Johnny was in there.. WHAT THE FUCK is what I wanted to scream. But I was stunned. Silent. And put my dick back slowly, sneaking down to my room. I layer in my bed crying wondering what just happened. There’s no way, there’s no fucking way. But I know who’s voice that was. A little later I heard my dad and what I thought was Johnny get in dads truck and leave. I just lauded there looking at pics of us for a straight hour. Dad came back, walked through the hall, and then a knock on my door. Dad just said “Alex, you up? I’m coming in.” I wanted to get up but he already came in. The look on his face seemed caring for once. He said “happy birthday champ!” I was just in shock. I know he just fucked, and I’m pretty sure it was my boyfriend. But didn’t see anything and didn’t have proof it was him for sure so was just hopeful. I looked at him with a confused expression saying just “thanks dad…” He looked at me and took a moment. Inhaled through his nose and just came out and said “so you enjoy hearing me fuck Johnny sport?” My jaw dropped and I said “there’s no way that was Johnny. And since when are you gay too? Dad, what is going on and how could you?” I was so mad that he confirmed it. I almost called my cheating slutty boyfriend so many nasty things. But dad grabbed my phone out of my hand and said in a serious tone “you listen here young man. I will explain everything but you need to calm down and quit your sobbing. I’m here to make everything better.” Better? How is this good I thought? I tried saying something else but he just told me “if you don’t listen up you can just get out. I’m talking now.” Since when does dad show any emotions lately. Especially rage? He’s just bluffing cus he’s caught. But then he grabbed me and said “I know that look, I’m not bluffing. Either listen or get the fuck out.” I sat in my bed shocked. He looked at me and said “I know you were outside in the hall jacking to us fucking. You can’t keep quiet for shit. Your moans sounded just like when you think your home alone jacking off. So don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy any of those noises.” I can’t believe I made noises. But I am like him I’m that way. When I’m arroused, I can’t help it. Dad continued then saying “it wasn’t out of spite. You see, Johnny and I are both, well, under orders.” I looked at him and after a brief pause I said “this is a joke right? Your fucking kidding me. Whose orders would those be?” He knew I wouldn’t believe that, but his face was dead serious. He looked at me and said “my Masters orders, Mr. Hughes” “No, no no way am I believing any of this. You are just trying to cover your ass.” ”I’m not. Don’t believe me, you can ask master yourself. He is downstairs waiting.” I couldn’t believe it. I stormed out and went downstairs so to the living room to call his bluff but there was Mr. Hughes in the living room and he just said “happy birthday bud! Sit down, I got you some gifts. I wanted to say more but was at a lose. Dad came right behind me and they sat me down between them on the couch. Mr Hughes told me to just calm down and listen in a stern voice. He looked at me with my dad just smiling. Mr. Hughes said to me “your father has been my slave for years son. And I know this is a lot but it makes him happy obeying me. And he tells me you were out jacking off to him. That’s a good thing. And yes, he was fucking Johnny. But this was my orders for both of them. And Alex, this may be hard but I promise I wasn’t gonna leave you out of our big family. I looked at dad who was smiling and put his hand on my shoulder. Dad said to me “Alex, I’m sorry if your hurt right now. But I have been so happy being a slave the past 5 years now. And I know I’ve been hiding it, but your father is a obedient faggot for Mr Hughes. And it makes me happy. I’m his property. My cock, my ass, my mouth, my body, your dad is a gay slave and wants you to know that coming out to your dirty old man…it made me a proud father.” “ it made me proud to hear too” said Mr. Hughes. I was so lost and hurt, but they both saw the one thing that made this talk worst…I was rock hard still. Dad told me I need to relax and went to the kitchen while Mr Hughes told me how he met caught dad sucking off random men at the truck stop bathroom stalls just 15 minutes away. He said “your father was sucking guy after guy after guy and put on a fucking concert with how loud he was. Thankfully no cops were there to bust him.” As he was telling me how good a natural slut my dad is, dad came back with a tray. They both looked at me grinding. I told them I was confused why Johnny wasn’t telling me anything, and Mr Hughes just looked at me point blank responding “cus he’s also my slave Alex.” I slowly started to ask “so you and Johnny…” Mr Hughes cut ,e off saying “yup, I fuck my boy. And you know what, he’s loved it since his birthday too!” I sat on the couch and with a confused look mr Hughes just said “let’s just celebrate damnit, it’s your birthday.” He then asked “have you ever tried pot?” My dad just laughed saying “my son hasn’t tried anything fun ever master.” Mr Hughes looked at me and said “well boy your gonna try something better.” He took a weird pipe and a wired lighter, ignited it and put it to his mouth. Before I could say anything Mr Hughes put the lighter and pipe down , grabbed my face and blew strong smoke in my moth. It hit really hard. I felt like I was coughing my lungs out, but also felt tingly and even more horny. Dad then took the pipe, lit it, blew smoke in my lungs without me being able to react, and said “this is your new family son. I won’t hurt you boy…unless master tells me too. And you know something, I think you like what we just did.” Before I could answer dad grabbed my face and kissed me with no smoke. I was so confused and shocked at what has just happened…but I didn’t stop him. It felt good actually. He kissed me like Johnny used to…like a lover. His tongue even met mine. And when he parted from my mouth he just said “don’t deny yourself, you want me now don’t you? You want your father.” ‘Of course he does” said mr Hughes Just as he said that mr Hughes kissed me. And I didn’t bother deny it either. Something unlocked in me. They started kissing me, putting more smoke in my mouth, then started to undress me saying that my body is so fine and delicious. I asked finally “what is going on and what are we smoking. Dad smiled and said to me “You are now letting out your true self. And that’s T son, which obviously you want more of. All I could do was nod. They showed me how to light the pipe and how to breath in when the smoke just started to fill the round end. They told me to take big hits. They told me to take off my underwear which somehow I just noticed was the last thing I was wearing. I did as told and not gonna lie it felt good too. They both kept grinning and started kissing me all over together. Mr Hughes said “ you are finally celebrating your birthday as you should son. If you want more, you must call me master. I know you want more t. Your starting to love iT. Now, say it. Say what you have to call me.” I just looked at dad who hooded. Looked back at Mr Hughes and said softly…”yes master.” Mr Hughes…or master started grabbing my dick and saying “ that’s right my new slave. You can do it for the t but soon enough you will obey for your natural desire too. Like your dad here. And just like your dad, you will do as I say. Now on your knees slave. NOW.” I couldn’t think straight with how high and horny I have become. We all were naked, smoking a strange pi-e, and I instinctively got on my knees in front of the both now nude dads. My dad was hairy everywhere and overweight, but still a sexy man. Master was what appeared to be a body builder. But both had fat thick cocks. Dads was still growing hard, but masters was already 8 inches long and erect. Mine was super soft but somehow I didn’t care. And what’s weirder, I thought of mr Hughes as a master with how hot I felt. Was he right, I’m gonna be a slave…I liked it. Master looked at me and said “you will please us.but first you must show you have so,e skills. Suck your fathers semi hard cock. He has a bit of t dick, but his own son sucking his cock should do the trick. Do it slaves.’ Before I could react, dad did first listening to master Hughes. He grabbed my head and forced my face into his cock. I somehow instinctively knew to just swallow like I haven’t before. I opened my mouth and just began to consume dads cock. He felt how dry my mouth was and took me off his sick after only about a minute and spit in my mouth. Said to continue to suck now that there’s moisture. While this was happening master Hughes was rubbing dads nipples hard. Squeezing them and telling me ‘I’m so happy to see father and son be obedient slaves, just like they were meant to be.” dads cock was growing more and more. I started to gag. But he never let go of my mouth. Told me to not disappoint and breath through my nose when directed. Dad then asked master Hughes if I could breath to which he said ‘yes slave may let his son take a sec to breath through his nose. While I sat with dad now hard dick in my mouth trying to find airway to breath in my nostrils, master Hughes slapped his hard cock on my face. Told me “I will be rougher and better, don’t you worry boy.” Thorn he said ‘ok, your boy gets to take a breather from his mouth.” But as soon as my mouth was free, they put the pipe right back in. More t was lit into my lungs. And I started moaning after breathing out big white clouds and coughs. They both smiled with huge grins. Then master Hughes told me he wants a turn. But master Hughes wasn’t easy. I immediately was gagging from his 8 inch hard dick going hard fucking my throat. I almost threw up. But he saw and slowed down to make sure I wasn’t puking on his cock he told me. He then said ‘my son says your just ok at blowjobs, which is why we are gonna make you better. I forgot all about Johnny. But shit, i didn’t care right now. I was loving this. As I continued to be throat fucked, dad started rubbing my hole, feeling it with his fingers. Then master Hughes told him to get behind me. And one second after master Hughes just said “go right ahead, father should start first.” Dad took masters orders, saying yes master, and began licking my asshole. I was in heaven. His tongue flicked my hotness hungry hole and I muffled moans through masters cock. He took my mouth off his cock, then putting it on his pierced 2 gauged nipples said “suck my nipple slave. You were born to be a fucking slut. Just like Johnny. And just exactly like your father. And now I want to hear it. Are you my slave Alex? Tell me!” My dad so turned in was moaning muffled and load. Dad loved this. Master Hughes loved this…I loved this. I was allowed off Mr Hughes nipple and said ‘Yes Master, I am your slave now too.’ ‘Master looked at me and said “I’ve been planning this since I first had your father begging on his knees at the truck stop. One suck and he was addicted, then I fucked his ass hard and raw. And here’s the thing boy. I did this to Johnny on his 18th. He was addicted instantly too. And now you are mine as well. Now we will do bigger and betterMaster then told dad to bump my hole. I was told to stay on all fours while dad first lobbed my ass and forced his fingers in rough and hard. It felt like there was something else there. Dad said” I put shards up his ass master, what now?” ‘We show him our insignia. They both stood as the shards burned my asshole. I saw my dad show me his ass and master his back. Dad said “our tattoos look hot, right son? ‘ It looked strange. Master told me we are nasty men indeed. He said ‘these are biohazard symbols. Your father and master are poz slave and you will be too.” As he finished dad went back down and fingered my hole ,ore and said “the shards have fully dissolved. How do you feel son?’ ‘Like I’m out of control.” I was moving non stop, soft as fuck but hornier then ever before. Master told me”one rule with us or anyone you ever meet, there is no condoms. We are all bareback. That means any man who wants you must only fuck you skin to skin. You must say no to condoms. If they have any disease you beg for it. This is our meaning of biohazard.And you will comply, obey, and thrive in this slave.” I was squirming just feeling dads fingers in my hole. I tried to suck masters cock. He backed away. He said “there’s one more thing we must introduce you too. First we want you to beg. Beg to be poz. Beg to be mine and thus your fathers. DO YOU OBEY…FOR LIFE SLAVE?’ I couldn’t stop but want more, couldn’t stop pushing my hole into dads fingers which kept increasing. So I thought. Is this what I want…’yes! I comply. I will obey. Yes father. Yes master. Poz me.” Then master instructed me to lie on the couch and hold out my arm. My dad made out with me and then said “I’m so proud of you son. You are just like me.” I saw master bring a needle. I got a little scared but they both told me I will be ok. To close my eyes. I did as instructed. I felt something wrap my arm, something else whipping my arm at my veins, and master said ‘you don’t have to fear. Just a pinch and you will love it all.” With my eyes clothes I felt the pinch of the needle, a few seconds go by quick, then master said ‘complete.’ I coughed, the needle was out, and I growled like never before. They both said ‘well done faggot.” Master then went behind me, put lube on his cock and started entering my raw ass with his cock it was huge but somehow not painful. I moaned so loud ‘FUUUUUUUUCK MASTER, YES MASTER”. His cock kept going further and further. Meanwhile dad held my face and said ‘ just like me, you love obeying everything your told. ‘I do dad, I love it.’ Master kept sliding till his entire dock was inside. Master started pumping and moaning. He then spanked my ass hard and it hurt. He wasn’t slow once it was all in. He was ruthless. To;d me ‘let the t corrupt you. Take my toxic dick.’ Dad looked like he was evil watching and holding me. He said “master has trained me to top and bottom whenever and with anyone. You are masters slave like me son.’ Master kept fucking and fucking my raw hole. I was flying. Loving this. Precumming everywhere. When all of a sudden master said “switch slave.” Without a beat he plopped out of my beat up hole. Dad switched spots while master said “it’s only natural your father breeds his toxic spunk in his sons tweaked body first.” Master then grabbed his phone and recorded as my own father stuck his dick inside me. My already open used ass was a natural glove for dads raw dick. His veiny dick and big stomach pounding my ass and thighs felt incredible. He said “I’ve been fucking your boyfriend every chance I get. By ordered from Master Hughes of course. But also because I wanted it. I didn’t care he was your boyfriend. He even loves tucking your old man son. We were so tweaked. But even without t he has taken the entire towns cocks. Just like I have. Just as instructed by master. You know what, I loved every second. And you do too now, don’t you.’ ‘Of course your boy does slave!’ My dad said ‘fucking good master.” I looked at them both. Dad plowing me while master sticks his cock in front of me still recording. I just say ‘I understand now…and happy that you fucked Johnny too.” Right there and then dad started going faster, and faster, and groaned so loud…dad breeded my ass. Raw. With his poz load. They switched again, master stopped recording, then put his pulsing raw dick in my freshly cum loaded asshole and came instantly. “Staying inside me master said ‘your father and I are toxic, which means we are gifting you to become poz like us. All I coyld say was “ yes master, yes father. I understand my purpose now. Please enslave me.” Dad looked at me and said “I really do love you son.’ Master finished with ‘as I love my son too. Speaking of, he will love this video of you cheating on him with us both. With anyone we say. How does that sound. And I said “yes father, yes master, whatever you command I obey. my first attempt at a story. Let me know if you want me to continue. Or pointers.
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Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing a story as a project for myself. I have always enjoyed reading erotic stories, yet I've never tried to write one. All I can say is - damn it isn't easy. I found it quite a struggle. My hat off to the many gifted writers. English is my first language, but I am terrible at spotting grammatical errors and I didn't want to spend too much time proof reading. For the grammatically gifted, I am sorry if I hurt your eyes. Chapter 1 and 2 turned out a lot longer than I expected and I am not sure how to reduce it. Chapter 3 onwards are the more "raunchier" sections (I hope that's how they turn out anyway) Trigger warnings: Cheating (reconcilation), drug use (ecstasy and ice), older/younger, pozz play This story is set around the mid 2000s. Chapter 1 - Jim POV “Jim, I’m sorry to tell you that your results have come back positive for HIV,” the doctor said. The result was not a surprise. It has been a month since I broke up with Ray and returned to my home town. We had been together for 2 years. Ray, who was poz, and had introduced me to the pleasure and joy of bareback and chemsex (ecstasy). I had known Ray was positive when we first met. We had always played it safe up until the first time we fucked bare when we were high on ecstasy. Ray had already stretched my hole a few times with his thick 8.5” cock while wearing a condom. My hole was nicely stretched and loose from all the fucking he had given. The third pill of the night was coming on. I remembered my skin and hole feeling so sensitive. I knew Ray’s cock and knob gets especially sensitive too as he got higher. We were face to face kissing with his sensed-enhanced knob pressing gently against my sensitive hole without penetrating (something we always love doing before wrapping up). We’re moaning as we were kissing when his knob slipped into my stretched hole. We both froze as we looked into each other's eyes. Ray kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth and he gently slipped only his cockhead in and out. It felt amazing, completely different to his wrapped cock. I could always feel the cold clammy condom, but when I was high, the heightened sensation highlighted the restriction even more. This time, it was warm naked flesh. It felt so good. A part of me was terrified, but at the same time I never felt so close to Ray, the beginnings of a perfect physical joining. We moaned into each other’s mouth, not daring to say a word to break the spell. From just his knob sliding in and out, he pushed until half his 8.5” cock was sliding in and out. My arms went from around his neck to his thrusting arse and pulled him closer and he slid completely into me. His hairy crotch and balls pressing against my smooth arse. We kissed for a bit more as we revel in the physical and chemmed up connection. Then Ray pushed himself up and repositioned himself and gave me a pounding all the while looking at my face. While my favourite is him fucking me face to face so that we can watch each other’s horned up expressions, I also loved him fucking me lying facedown on my stomach. Feeling his muscular older, weathered hairy legs lewdly pressing against my slimmer smooth thighs, pushing my thighs opened so that his slick bare cock was able to slide completely in and out of my hole. Our entire bodies naked skin, down to our cock and hole just pressing against each other in the animalistic act that is supposed to be also love making. We tried to go back to condoms a few times, but the moment the ecstasy hit, we both only wanted it bare. Ray made sure never to come in me, but with all the hours of fucking, I could feel his cock becoming slick with pre-cum. I kept trying to convince myself it would be alright. Bare sex was a special thing boyfriends shared. Unfortunately, things ended between us as Ray wanted an open relationship, while I wanted us to be exclusive. I did give open-relationship a go. Our rules were that we played it safe when playing with other guys as we viewed that fucking bare was something special between boyfriends. The few times I played with another guy, when his wrapped dick penetrated me, it was very uncomfortable with the cold clammy rubbery feel of the condom. It simply paled into insignificance compared to Ray’s bare cock. The news from the doctor was not unexpected, but certainly what I dread. -Positive, I can’t have bareback sex with my boyfriend in future - well, maybe they are poz as well,- I thought to myself, my mind barely registering the doctor’s spiel. I refocused on what the doctor was saying, “... you must ensure to have safe sex even if you have sex with other positive guys. Otherwise you may get re-infected by a different strain of HIV, not to mention the risk of other STDs that you want to prevent with your compromised immune system.” -Or maybe no more bareback sex forever… ugh… how depressing. I can’t even be totally intimate with a boyfriend without risk of harming them even if they are positive. Maybe I should give up sex entirely. 25 and having to give up sex - your life is going “great”, Jim,- I barely contained my bitterness in my mind. The sense of loss weighing greatly on me. This was in late 2004. I felt extremely isolated and I did not feel I could talk to my family or friends about this. Being quite an introvert in the first place, I do not have many friends. Most of my friends seem to be extroverts who have taken an interest in me. Part of my mind was aware that if I lost my friends and family because of this, they probably weren’t really friends or family. But there was a fear of losing what limited social connections I had. I do not know how to proceed with dates from now on. Will I ever find a partner? I’ve been in the gay scene long enough to be pretty jaded about relationships and yet I cannot deny it is something I crave. I threw myself into a recently released MMO for a while to satisfy social contact. Digital strangers that I do not have to meet and where I have nothing to lose. Eventually, I reconciled with myself that I didn’t have to tell any one-night stands about my status. However, I should always play it safe and be responsible so as not to infect the other party. Once I came to that decision, I created a profile on gaydar, added some pics from my digital camera and scrolled through the personnels. A profile caught my eye - a 52 years old hairy muscular daddy going by Hairy50. His profile listed himself as a top and stated drug use as “recreational” and safe sex “always”. He is 10 years older than Ray and similarly built (probably more muscular and a little beefier) and equally hairy. Totally my type - argh and I need to stop thinking about Ray. I thought Hairy50 might find me too young though, so I didn’t message him and continued scrolling. My friends never understood my preference for older men. They expressed that they feel grossed out when older guys hit on them. Unlike them, I always liked older men, especially if they have the heady combination of being perverse yet nurturing and affectionate. I can never quite reconcile the strange dichotomy in traits. How can I want a man who wants to use me for his pleasure and yet be loving/affectionate? I’ll have better luck finding a unicorn. As I continued scrolling, a message came. Hairy50: Sexy pics - I love slim smooth guys, I see you live in nearby. Horny? 😉 Me (Jim): Haha, thanks. Your pics are sexy too. I wasn’t sure if I was your type. Yea, I’m horny. Been awhile since I had fun. What do you have in mind? Hairy50: Oh? Cute thing like you not had a fun in a while? I find that hard to believe. I see you are a bottom on your profile. Well, as my profile says, I am a top 😉 Me (Jim): It is going to sound pitiful, but I broke up recently, so I have been trying finding my feet. Haha, yes am a bottom Hairy50: Ah I see… do/have you done chems? Me (Jim): I have done ecstasy with my ex before… Hairy50: I have ecstasy 😉 Why don’t you come over, and we’ll take some ecstasy together and chill out, and see where this leads? 😉 My name is Ted Me (Jim): I’m Jim - alright. I play safe only Ted/Hairy50: Me too. —- Ted was dressed in a singlet and shorts when he opened the door. His singlet exposed his toned, muscular arms and hairy forearms. He was wearing glasses, unlike his pictures, which framed his amber eyes. It made him look very distinguished and sexy. Ted was about 5’9, maybe a finger width shorter than me but broader and more powerful. Definitely broader than Ray, though Ray was slightly taller and slightly leaner. Ted had some beef to his muscular frame which made it all the more sexier. He had short cropped greying hair that matched the colour of the hair on his forearms, legs and sported a five o’clock shadow. Ted’s shorts were tight and accentuated his thick muscular hairy thighs, the shorts clearly outlining Ted’s cock. Ted having a similar body to Ray, made my mind think back to how much pleasure it was feeling Ray’s hairy legs pressing my smooth legs apart as his juicy rock hard cock ploughed into my hole. The power of feeling a mature virile older man pinning me down with his body and having his way with me. I wondered if I would feel that tonight… but with a condom of course. -Well, that’s a downer,- I thought. “Hi Jim, nice to meet you. Come on in.” “Thanks,” I snapped out of my reverie, “you look great too.” “Well come on in, have a seat and I’ll get us drinks.” I sat on the couch as Ted brought out some drinks and with the pills. “So, shall we take a pill each? I have had them before, they are pretty good. You will like them.” I nodded, partly with nerves and partly with excitement. I mentally steeled myself to make sure I play safe. With only Ray as my only previous experience for high sex, I knew I turned into a bare slut for Ray’s cock - but he was my boyfriend at the time. I need to be better now that I am poz and I can’t be taking a stranger's cock bare. We took a pill each and started chatting while waiting for the drugs to come on. Ted also took a blue pill and gave me one as well. Ted explained that he moved to my town for work about a month or so ago. He wanted a change and left his city. He was fortunate that one of his hook ups after he moved here was able to give him the contact for his dealer. I could feel the ecstasy slowly coming on when Ted said, “As I told you online, I like slim, lean and toned smooth guys like yourself. You look nerdier in person, which I mean in a good way. I love the nerdy look. What kind of guys do you like?” “Well,” my face turned slightly red with embarrassment, I was still feeling quite shy and reserved as the ecstasy hadn't fully come on, “guys like yourself.” “Oh? And what kind of guy is that?” Ted asked playfully. “Well, older… masculine… beefy, muscular… hairy… but you know, they don't always have to have all those characteristics,” I responded, trying not to choke with embarrassment. “So is your ex similar to me?” His question took me by surprise, but I responded “yes…” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. I was just trying to find out what kind of guy you go for and the drugs are making me speak before I think.” “No it is alright,” I could feel more of the drug coming on, “well Ray is very similar to you. Hairy and built like you. He is 50–” “He is a bit older than you then, around my age but slightly younger,” he said with a smile. He placed his hands on one of my exposed slim and toned thighs, stroking it, “mmm, I really like your smooth thighs.” The drugs enhanced my sense of touch as his hands rubbed against my thighs and I started feeling my cock grow. The effects of the drugs came on stronger and I got bolder, reaching out and rubbing his hairy beefy legs, my hand inches away from his hardening member, “well I like your hairy legs, more than my smooth thighs.” “Let’s get comfortable naked,” he said. We stripped naked. I started feeling really relaxed, yet horny. I admired his naked hairy muscular and beefy body, imagining him pressing me down taking me properly the way Ray did. -Snap out of it, you have to be responsible and play safe. Bare sex is meant to be special between boyfriends/partners/husbands. Showing that you give yourselves to each other completely and trust each other. Not casual sex with a stranger- Ted’s eyes burned with heat as he took in my naked form, my cock rock hard as this stage. I have always felt self conscious about being slim and not being able to put on muscle easily. I am also naturally smooth and quite fair (I avoid the sun). I keep my black hair short. But the way he stared at me lustfully made me feel sexy. Ted’s cock was rock hard. -It looks almost like Ray’s cock,- my traitorous mind thought back to my ex.-8.5”, thick and uncut cock-. The swollen knobs with the foreskin pulled back looked the same, the length and thickness and the shape of the shaft looked the same. Even their low hanging, full and hairy balls look the same. If he were to only look at their crotches, I would not be able to tell the difference between Ted and Ray. Unlike Ray’s cock, Ted’s cock already started oozing pre-cum in the early stages of arousal. Ray usually ooze pre-cum after more stimulation. The similarities made me crave for my sensed enhanced hole to feel the bare skin to skin penetration with that full cock. Ted looked into my eyes, pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His tongue ravishing my mouth. His 8.5” hard cock pressed dominantly against my 6” cock. “I’m glad you came over,” he said in between kisses. I could only mumble unintelligible responses as my hands held onto his strong back and caressed them. He pulled us apart and said, “Do you mind if I put on some dance music? I love it while having sex on ecstasy.” “Oh I love that too when I’m on ecstasy,” I responded. “Excellent,” Ted responded, putting on a eurotrash playlist. He swapped lighting for a red tinted lighting turning the room to look like some sleazy room. Ted sat back against the head of the bed,his thick hairy legs spread wide apart with his hard cock sticking lewdly out of his hairy crotch, “Come over here and suck me.” I lay stomach down in-between his legs, my mouth salivating all over his virile member. I licked the shaft gently, teasing him. He moaned with pleasure when I took his entire cock into my mouth and sucked it - I could taste the salty pre-cum leaking out of his cock. It seemed to leak quite continuously which was so incredibly hot. “Yea, suck that cock,” he moaned, “look at the mirror as you suck my cock.” There was a full length mirror on the built-in wardrobe beside the bed. In the red tinged lighting, I see myself,a younger slim man, in between a man old enough to be my dad, me servicing him. He looked into my eyes through the mirror with a lewd gaze before his gaze moved onto my ass. “Mmm, you should bring your ass to my mouth to let me lick your hole while you suck me,” he said. Ted slid down the bed so that he was lying flat. I brought my arse to his mouth as he licked it. I gasped and said, “I miss how sensitive my hole becomes when I’m high.” “Yea? Well, my cock becomes super sensitive too when I get high. Keep sucking my cock while I lick your hole.” We revelled in the pleasure and enhanced sensitivity servicing each other and being able to watch ourselves performing our lewd act in the mirror. We sucked and licked each other to the beat of the music. It was like a half dance, half sex reverie. Ted stopped at one point and said, “I got to fuck your hole.” He moved to lay me on my back with my legs up in the air. He reached to the side of his bed to get a box of condoms and lube. A part of me felt disappointed I would not be reliving high bare sex like I had experienced with my ex. Another part of me was relieved I didn’t have to battle my self control to ensure I remained responsible and not harm Ted. He wrapped the condom over his thick hard leaking cock and poured a generous amount of lube. He pressed his palms on the back of my thighs, angling my arse upwards. He lined his cock against my hole and gently pressed slowly to penetrate. The cold, rubbery condom was a bit of a shock to my sensitive hole. The contrast of our totally naked bodies pressing against each other and yet feeling Ted’s sheathed cock was stark and jarring. I willed my mind not to focus on it and to focus on this sexy older man taking me. I managed to enjoy being filled and fucked as best as I could. Ted was a sexy man after all We fucked for several songs, and when we took a break, my mind wondered that if I had still been negative, I might be able to ask him to fuck me raw. -No, you only met the guy. Gosh, the drugs make you such a slut. We only let our significant other fuck ys raw. Get your act together, this is probably a one-off and if you tell him about your status, he may not want to see you again- The final thought made me feel very alone and low before I shrugged the train of thought off. We laid back on the bed to catch our breath (well, more Ted since he did the fucking). My eyes drank in Ted’s form leaning back lazily. Ted said, “I like the way you look at me.” “I like the way you look at me, too,” I responded, smiling in a serotonin addled manner. “So, keen to have another half?” Ted asked, smiling wickedly. “Yea, why not.” We downed another half a pill each. We chatted a bit. We jumped from topic to topic. Ted mentioned that he moved into town recently. I told him I only just returned to my hometown a few months back after things ended with Ray.The conversation flowed really easily, as we talked about any topic we might jump on. It was a nice easy connection, I wondered if it was normal on ecstasy. Afterall, I’ve only experienced it with Ray before and no one else. At one point, Ted suddenly had a far away look as if he were debating something. “Everything alright?” I asked. Ted looked at me, as if resolving something and said, “I really like you, and would like to meet up again. But I want to be upfront with you about something now rather than later.” Ted took a deep breath and said, “I’m HIV positive, and I’ll always play safe with you to keep you safe - that is if you still want to play. If you don’t, I understand as well.” I was dumbfounded, I think my jaw dropped at that moment. The shock must have been quite evident on my drugged fucked face. Ted must have read my expression wrongly and said, “I’m sorry to have shocked you. But as I said, if you don’t want to play and have to go, I understand.” “I still want to play with you. It doesn’t upset me. I mean my ex, Ray, was positive too. It didn’t bother me then. Well, I am positive now as well. Only found out a month ago. Still trying to get my head around it.” “You became poz because of your ex?” I nodded in response. “Did you guys not play it safe?” I sheepishly responded, “in the beginning we did. I remember thinking when we first started seeing each other that it is a pity we could not share the ultimate intimacy of fucking without a condom like other boyfriends. But after he introduced me to ecstasy, we couldn’t resist fucking without a condom. It felt so intensely intimate and close to each other with nothing between us. We managed to resist him cumming in me, though, with how raw his cock and raw my hole was with all the fucking and pre-cum, it probably mattered not.” “Have you fucked bare with anyone else before you met, Ray?” Ted asked as he ran his hairy arms against smooth chest and stomach, looking at me intensely. “With Pete, my ex before Ray, that’s all. And before you ask, yes, Pete cummed in me” He smiled at me teasingly, “You’re a sweet bottom, aren’t you. Saving your raw hole only for your boyfriends. So how old was Pete.” “Pete? Hm, he would be 45 now. Well, not that it matters I “save” my hole any more. The doctor said that I’m always to have safe sex even with other poz guys to ensure that we don’t accidentally reinfect each other with a different strain,” I stroked his strong hairy forearms. The drugs clearly made both of us very tactile. “Yeah, that is what my doctor said too. Did your doctor prescribe you meds, Jim?” “He did suggest it as the viral load is high, but I have not decided. I am worried about side effects. You?” “Same,” Ted responded, staring into the ceiling, then turned to me, “How-about we take another half?” “What, so soon, I feel the first half is just coming on.” He smirked, “Let’s celebrate getting completely shitfaced and wasted.” “What are we celebrating?” “That we have both somehow found a poz friend in this tiny town.” “Alright, why not.” We downed a second half pill. He sat up and leaned back on the bed again, legs spreading apart and looked lustfully at my naked body. Thrusting his hips and flopping his growing member, he said, “I can feel the first half is coming on, and I think my cock needs some attention.” I grinned as I crawled between his legs again taking his cock into my mouth. His cock grew rock hard in my mouth as I moved my mouth up and down his hard shaft. He looked at me with his lewd smashed face in the mirror and asked, “So how big is Ray?” I released his cock from my mouth and with one hand slowly stroked his hard member, running my other hand through his hairy chest that was both soft with a bit of beef but hard with muscle underneath. His hands caressed my arms and head, “Funny you ask. When I first saw your hard cock,” I gave the cock a good squeeze and it throbbed in response, “I thought it looked very similar in size and shape as Ray. Same as your balls and hairiness. I mean, if I just look at your crotch area, it looks exactly like how I remember Ray’s crotch.” Ted moaned at me squeezing his member and said softly, “So I’ll be fucking you as deep as he had ever been.” “You’re wicked, I like a wicked top” I said to him with my smashed grin and took his cock in my mouth and sucked it some more. “Mmm, get on your back, Jim. Lift your legs and spread your cheeks. I want to eat that hole of yours good.” Ted got onto his knees and lifted my arse up in the air to his mouth. As he ate my hole, he stared into my eyes. We both looked completely drugged fucked and I felt completely smashed, and amazing. My skin all over felt incredibly sensitive and I loved the feel of his naked hairy skin pressing against my smooth skin. Where our bodies pressed against each other, I could feel our sticky sweat slicking against each other. His tongue probed as deep into my hole as he could. His 5 o’clock shadow scraped against the entrance of my hole and cheeks, roughing the entrance to my hole. His tongue teasing my hole made it feel incredibly hungry and needed to be filled, “please fuck me,” i begged, not caring I was begging like a slut, completely to different to how I would normally behave. The red tinged light made the room seem like a whore room. He lowered my arse to the bed and pushed my legs back against my torso. He looked down towards his rock hard cock and lined it against my hole. I gasped when his bare leaking knob pressed against the entrance of my hole wet with his spit. He looked at me with a wicked look, gyrating the knob against the entrance of my hole without pushing it in. I moaned as it felt so good. I tried to remind him to wear a condom, but I couldn’t find the words.He gave a low moan, almost like a growl, and said, “My knob is so sensitive. This feels so good.” The second half pill we took started to come on and it made my hole even hungrier for Ted’s bare cock. I thought back to how tactile and how amazing it felt to be completely wasted and fucked by a bare cock. My hole twitched in memory and anticipation against Ted’s knob as if trying to draw it in. I hoped Ted would just plunge his dick into me Ted kept his cock from going in, rubbing his precum and wetting the entrance to my hole. He asked, “So, Jim, you’ve always been a sweet bottom saving bare hole for your boyfriends… maybe you should let me teach you how to be a bad boy and enjoy letting a stranger fuck you bare.” I almost said yes immediately. I was holding onto Ted’s arse and had to resist pulling him forward so that his cock would slip into my willing hole. Though I resisted, I secretly hoped Ted just pushed his cock forward anyway, taking me completely. I lamely responded, “Didn’t you say you earlier want to keep me safe? O…our doctors said that we shouldn’t fuck bare with other guys with HIV too as we might end up passing each other our strains.” A reminder of the danger of swapping strains did not act as a wet blanket to both of us to remind ourselves to be wary. Instead, I felt my cock becoming so hard it ached. Ted cock throbbed and jerked at the reminder. -Oh god, why am I turned on about our strains mixing. He is turned on by the idea too. God, he looks so high. I feel so high. This is so horny and amazing,- I thought. Ted leaned over and kissed me surprisingly gently and slowly. It was probably the drugs talking but it felt incredibly intimate even though it was with someone I met for the first time. Breaking the kiss, he whispered to me, “I did say I would keep you safe, didn’t I? But that was only because I thought you were neg and I wanted to protect you from HIV. Since you are already poz, it seems such a waste not to take the opportunity to get maximum pleasure out of each other’s bodies.” Ted kissed me gently again before pulling our mouths apart looking deeply into my eyes, “We’ve been dealt with shit cards in getting HIV. How often do you think we may end up meeting another guy with HIV in this little town? Do you never want to ever experience the pleasure of high bare sex? To enjoy sex the way it should be - Without any restrictions in the most intimate and pleasurable manner. Unlike you with Ray, only you were the only one taking risks. This time, you and I will take risks together. We’re sharing it.” My resistance broke, I remembered how wonderful my body felt when I was being taken by Ray’s 8.5” cock. Feeling his hairy body against me. Watching sheer pleasure in his eyes as my hole pleasured his bare throbbing cock. I wanted Ted’s body and cock to give me pleasure the same way Ray did. I wanted to give Ted pleasure with my body the way I did with Ray. I shouldn’t, but in this drug haze, the forbidden fruit was so sweet. To give each other pleasure and to put each other at risk for the sake of hedonistic pleasure. I wrapped my legs around Ted and my hands reached for his arse to pull it forward a little. He gave me a lewd look as his knob penetrated into my hole slowly. How I missed this - a warm hard raw cock filling me up. As his cock slid in slowly, deliberately, I said, “You’re a wicked old man. Corrupting me.” His eyes shined with evil delight, “Yes, corrupting a sweet young man like you. Teaching you the pleasure of having bare risky sex with a stranger.” As he bottomed up, I felt his hairy crotch and balls pressed against my smooth arse cheeks. There is now a congruent feeling of naked skin, naked cock and naked hole. Ted growled into my mouth as we kissed gently like we were lovers, “your hole feels so good on my cock. It is made for my cock. When I said I would be fucking you as deep as Ray did, this is what I was thinking of. My bare cock going into your hole as deep as his bare cock ever did. Leaking pre-cum deep into you as Ray ever did. What would Ray think, his sweet ex boyfriend being corrupted by an even older man and letting him fuck bare even though they’ve met for the first time.” “Oh, you’re such a dirty old man, Ted… I love it,” I responded into his mouth in between kisses. I could see the smirk in his eyes as we were staring into each other’s eyes, kissing gently as he thrusted in and out of me to the beat of the music as our minds felt like our bodies had melted into each other. Occasionally, we looked at the mirror on the wardrobe watching ourselves in our sex act. The contrast between our body types could be clearly seen, his thick muscular frame, pressing on my slim frame. His hairy body pressed against my smooth pale body. This sexy older weathered man against my younger self. “Yea, you like being taken by a dirty old man that is even older than your ex and old enough to be your father? I am not just taking your bare hole tonight, Jim. I am going to cum in your hole. All those times Ray fucked you and you never got to have a dirty old man flood your guts with his cum properly. I’m going to have something Ray never did and it is only the first time we met. We’re going to have a really long session so that by the time we end, your hole will be so raw and sore, you will be knocked up with my strain of HIV alongside Ray’s.” I was not a bug chaser when I was with Ray. Ted’s words should have shocked me, but instead the thought of being knocked up by Ted’s strain turned me on so much. Like it was incredibly intimate. “At the end of our session, I want my cock to be so raw, sore and chafed, you will infect me with Ray’s strain too. You and me, complete fluid bonding. That is what the second half of the pill is for Jim. What I wanted to celebrate, I just had to take the opportunity for us to have sex the right way, bare and raw. I don’t know Ray, but I’m sure that is why he introduced you to drugs. He wanted to have sex with you the proper way,” Ted continued with an evil lewd look on his face as he kept thrusting his cock in and out of me. A small part of my mind feels like I should be terrified of mixing our strains. However, my drugged addled mind craved the ultimate physical intimacy and fluid bonding with Ted, even if it is the first time we have just met. “That is so wicked, Ted. We really shouldn’t be fucking bare, but your bare cock feels so amazing, too amazing to resist,” I blabbered. “It makes it more exciting that we shouldn’t be doing this, isn’t it Jim? Being so irresponsible? Taking risks for pure pleasure? Knowing that your sexual partner is risking harming you for his pure pleasure and you are doing the same? Letting a stranger, an older man take you completely? I love my body violating a younger man, especially with my bare cock. The forbidden fruit makes sex so much sweeter” He punctuated each sentence pulling out completely with a sloppy ‘plop’ sound and ramming and breaching my hole. His thrust became more frantic and the drugged fuel intimacy gave way to drugged fuelled animalistic pounding. My hole was getting slick and slimy with his pre-cum as he fucked my hole. His bare cock hitting my prostate and I could feel myself building up. “I’m going to cum if you keep fucking me like this,” I told Ted. “Cum for me, Jim. I’m going to cum too.” I felt my orgasm exploding from my prostate to my cock. The sensation of cumming magnified by Ted’s cocking ramming against my prostate. Ted gasped and he thrust himself deep into me and stayed there. His body tensed as he shuddered. As if he wanted to make sure he delivered his poz cum deep into me. -I let him cum in me, I let someone I met for the first time cum into me- I thought Ted gave me a quick kiss and he pulled out of my sore used hole. He moved down onto my stomach and licked my cum off of my stomach. I giggled as it was rather ticklish. When he finished, he lay back onto the bed panting saying, “That was amazing. I got to catch my breath. We’re not done yet young man.” In my mind, I thought I should be disgusted with myself for letting myself be taken so irresponsibly. Yet, instead I felt extremely content and satisfied. Thinking back to when I received my diagnosis, I still remembered feeling a great sense of loss thinking that I would never be able to experience high bare sex after only ever experiencing it with Ray. And yet, tonight, I got to relive that experience with Ted, who was wicked. It was amazingly satisfying. “Well, tonight was unexpected,” I said. Ted moved his hands to hold onto my hands, “It was. I’m really happy to have met you, Jim. I really hope we can do this again. More often. But before that, we are still not done for the night, maybe the weekend.”
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Not My Story, but it was improved by me Groped and Pozzed I am a 21 year old white bubble butt who is engaged to another 21 year old white guy. We have been dating since we were 19 and have fallen so deeply in love that we got engaged this January. Our relationship has been mostly perfect, however our sex life is bland. I am a submissive bottom, and he is a top, so things usually go smoothly, however he doesn't have as high of a libido as I do, and it makes it hard for me to be fully satisfied. Add this to the fact that I've always secretly considered cheating to be hot and you have a recipe for disaster. Me and my fiance usually go to a gay club every few weeks. Not to hook up with other guys or anything, but to just dance and drink and have fun with other gay couples. I've admittedly stared at some hot guys multiple times before, however my fiance doesn't ever notice. Yesterday we decided to go to the club, and I got ready. I was wearing these tight black gym shorts that were above my knee and showed off my round ass. My fiance liked the view and wore casual clothes. I was feeling risky and decided to go commando without telling him. I wore a t-shirt and that was it. We get to the club and it is going great. Every time I go to the club I get hit on at least once, so it wasn't a surprise when this big older guy started looking at me with a grin, and made suggestive comments. I politely told him off, but only because my fiance was with me. Throughout most of the night nothing happens. We have fun, drink, talk, and dance. Towards the end, we were out on the main floor and were dancing to whatever music was playing, when I felt a big hand squeeze my left cheek tightly. My fiance was several feet away and talking to someone else so he didn't notice. I turn my head to see a fit black guy groping my ass. He's wearing tight jeans and a tank top. I see a bulge form as he rubs his fingers in between my soft asscheeks. He slyly smiled at me and I nodded to let him know he could keep touching me. He moved closer behind me and tightly squeezed both of my cheeks. His grip was so strong that I had to regain my balance. I subtly moved a few feet away from my fiance so that he couldn't see anything happen. Soon enough I felt this guy's hand move to my waist, and I feel him force his hands inside the back of my shorts. I stay still as he cups my bare ass with his hands. He does this for a minute before pulling one of my cheeks to the side, and begins rubbing my asshole with his fingers. This made me grunt quietly, and I whispered to him if he knew anywhere private we could go. He said his car had tinted windows, and that we could go there. I agreed, and he pulled his hands out of my shorts. I walked up to my boyfriend and told him I was going to head to a shop down the street for a few minutes to grab a snack. I said goodbye and walked out front and then went behind the club where there was a parking lot. The guy came out not too far behind me and guided me to his sedan, which had almost black windows. He told me to get in the backseat, and I listened. He joined, before locking the door. He immediately took his shirt off, revealing his abs and 6 pack. He then took his pants off, revealing a huge, fully erect cock. I pulled my shorts off and began jerking him off. He moaned as I moved my hand up and down. I only did this for about 2 minutes, before he told me to lean back on the seat. I did as told and laid completely flat on my back, with my legs up to my shoulder revealing my ass to him. He grinned and began rubbing my asshole with his finger. I moaned and groaned as he rubbed around my hole, even pushing the tip in a few times. Soon though, he couldn't wait. He began lubing my ass up. It was happening. He covered my ass in lube, and asked me if he should wear a condom. I told him no, and he was pleased with that. He pulled my ass to the side a bit to provide himself a better angle from the small corner he was in, before he pulled his hard cock up, and kneeled right next to my asshole. He pressed his tip against my hole a few times, before he couldn't help himself and shoved his entire bare massive cock balls deep inside my tight asshole. We both moaned and groaned as he pushed himself all the way inside me, and squeals of pleasure came out of me as he slowly pulled himself mostly out and then all the way in again. We moaned together as he slowly thrusted in and out of my tight asshole, stretching me out with every push. I held my legs up with my hands, and watched as he pounded me with his thick cock on his knees. It was then that I noticed a small tattoo of a scorpion just above his crotch with a red “plus” sign. I felt like such a slut. We fucked for a good few minutes before he came inside me, filling me up with his warm sperm. I clenched my hole to not make a mess and pulled my pants up, got my shirt on, and left his car. I gave him a smile before I went back to the bar and greeted my fiance, with a stranger's semen deep inside me. He smiled at me and gave me a wink, He handed me his number and told me to let him know when I get his “gift”. I gave him a puzzled look. He then pointed at his tat and smiled. I got home and googled his tattoo, my cock instantly became hard, and for the first time in our relationship. I fucked my fiance. He saw me with a devilish look in my eyes. He never put up a fight. I slid my 5inch cock into his ass with relative ease. Something told me this was not his first time taking a cock ever let alone that day. I gave him 10 hard thrusts and pumped a 5-day load into his fucked ass. We both fell asleep, but he woke me up a little bit later standing naked holding two pieces of paper. He asked me if this guy fucked me? I nodded yes. I asked how he knew…because he fucked me too he said quietly. “You know he pozzed us” he said quietly. I again nodded, “yes”. And with that my fiance’s cock grew to his 7 inch to full mast. He pounced on me and shoved his cock in my already fucked hole. He did not last long flooding me with his still negative load. After he came in me like he had done hundreds of times. “I just called him, he’s on his way here to finish the job for both of us.” my fiance whispered in my ear. In a few moments there was a knock at the door. There may be a part 2. Let me know what you like I love your hot feedback her and in my messages Joey
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Here's a new story I'm just starting on. I hope all you hot horny studs like it! “She Doesn't Need to Know” Part 1 As I peddled my bike faster, bringing me closer to the little park in our community, my mind was going in a number of different directions. What am I doing, I asked myself more than once? My wife is back at home with both of our children. That's where I should be. Yet I was being drawn like a magnet toward the park. The place where my life had changed just a week ago. I've always been athletic and taken care of my body. Standing 6” tall, weighing in at 180 pounds, my body was solid and toned. My hair was blond, with green eyes and a thin covering of blond hair on my pecs and abs. I had been approached by lots of women over the years but had never entertained the thought of cheating on her. I loved her and she was the only one I'd ever been with. We married right out of high school, both of us eighteen, and there were no regrets. Within 4 years of getting married we had a boy and a girl, and they were perfect as far as I was concerned. My family meant everything to me. I was 40 and on top of the world. At least until last week, I thought, as I felt my thick 8” cock begin throbbing inside my bicycle shorts as the memories took over. I had begun taking a weekly bike ride after work and was usually gone an hour to an hour and a half. Last week, for some reason I decided to ride through the park. It was laid out very nice and it was a pleasant place to be while getting exercised. I stopped at a water fountain inside the park and took a good long drink. As I raised my head, I saw him. A lean almost skinny shirtless young man. His chest was smooth, his sweaty bangs hanging across his forehead and his eyes locked on me. Something inside me stirred but I didn't know what it was but couldn't ignore it. He looked to be maybe 21 or 22, just barely older than my son Jeremy. Although he was thin it was obvious his body was hard and toned. Trying to break our stare, without any success, I saw him get off the picnic table he was sitting on and walk in my direction. My heart started beating and I felt a sheen of sweat all over my body. Before I could move he was standing in front of me, smiling at me and running a hand across his smooth chest and hard nips. “Hey man, how's it going? Haven't seen you here before. I'm Drew.” He held out the hand that had just been caressing his slim body and I instinctively shook it and told him my name was Justin. “Nice to meet you, Justin”, he said stepping closer. “Dude you are hot! Your body looks fucking great!” I had never even thought about a guy sexually before but for some reason his words went to my head – or rather heads. I shook my head to clear it and said, “Hey man, thanks, but I'm straight and happily married with 2 kids. I don't go for guys. It's just not my thing.” “That's cool Justin. I was just giving you the compliment you deserve. I'm bi myself and just love hot sex and partying. I bet we'd have some real good fun together. Fun you'll never have with your wife. What do you say, man? Wanna hang out for a while and just see what happens? I promise you'll like it”, he finished with a sly grin as he reached out a hand and ran it over my thighs. I know he felt the shiver run through my body at his touch and his proposition. “Hey man, thanks. You seem like a cool dude, but I...I just can't.” “Is your wife expecting you home soon,” he asked. Without thinking I said no, no particular time. He stepped closer so we were just inches apart. He leaned toward my ear and whispered in a low seductive voice, “C'mon Justin. You know you want to. I promise I won't try anything if you don't want to. But if you've never been with a guy before, how can you know it's not for you?”, he finished licking my ear with the tip of his tongue and rubbing his hand against my now fully hard cock. WTF?! I screamed in my head, but said out loud to him, “Okay. I'm good with just hanging for a bit.” His smile widened making his face the most beautiful thing I'd seen up until then. “Cool! I live just a block away. C'mon. Let's have some fun.” As he started walking off, I followed him, my head in a daze and my cock dripping. Within 10 minutes we were inside his small but tidy 1 bedroom apartment. He told me to make myself comfortable and asked if I wanted something to drink. A water I answered as he headed toward what I figured was the kitchen. When he returned in one hand he had a glass of ice water for me and his other hand held what looked like a glass of coke. He chuckled as if he was reading my mind. “Rum and coke, bro. It relaxes me and sometimes gets me wired up. I can fix you one if you want. Just let me know.” “I'm good with the water” I said taking a big gulp and emptying half the glass. “Cool, man. Drink all you want and whatever you want.” He looked at me intently as I drained the last of the water and grabbed it asking if I wanted a refill. I said yes and in a moment I was taking another deep drink. It tasted so good, but I felt myself getting hot and starting to sweat. But I was feeling a bit more relaxed and asked if he minded if I tool off my shirt. A look I didn't recognize filled his eyes as he smiled and told me to take off whatever I wanted to. “Let me see your hot sweaty dad body.” I didn't know what that meant but still felt a thrill hearing him say the words. I peeled off my tight sweat-soaked shirt and immediately heard Drew say, “Oh fuck dude! What a hot sexy hairy bod! Your wife is one lucky lady.” I chuckled selfconsciously and said I hope she thinks so. Moving so that we were now sitting next to each other on the couch he asked, “Does your wife play with your nips to get you turned on? Most guys I know love having their nips played with and given some attention. Does she do that for you, Justin?” I shook my head “no” before telling him I'd never heard anything about nip play for guys although I loved playing with my wife's tits. Without asking or saying a word Drew reached out his hand and I felt his cool palm rub across both of my nips and back again. “Ah, damn dude! That feels fantastic!” “Yeah, you like me playing with your hard stiff daddy nips doncha Justin? Makes you horny, huh?” “Hornier than I've been in a long time”, I admitted. “What about this?” he asked leaning down and forward and wrapping his wet lips around one of my nips. “Oh gawd! Fuck! I've never felt anything like that before. It feels damn amazing!” “I knew you'd like it daddy,” he said moving his lips and tongue to the other nip. “There's more things I know you'll like if you want me to show you. But only what you want. Tell me to stop anytime and I will.” My cock was harder than I ever remember it being and it and the foggy feeling in my head were both now in control. “Yeah, yeah, sure. That's good. If it's stuff that will feel like this.” “It'll feel even better than this I promise. Hey how about I fix both of us a rum and coke first?” I agreed and as he walked off found myself pulling on my own nips wishing his mouth was on them instead. He was back in a few moments carrying two glasses and a small black leather pouch-like bag in one hand. He handed me my drink and we toasted as we both took big gulps. “I know you're relaxing some man but I can tell you're still uptight. I have something here that will help you relax even more and enjoy yourself.” With that he opened the pouch and pulled out a couple of lighters, a small baggie with chunks of something white in it and a small glass pipe with a rounded bowl on the end and a hole in the top. My head cleared just a little, enough for me to say, “Whoa man! I don't do drugs. No way.” “This isn't like pot or anything like that bro,” he chuckled. “It just helps you to relax and open yourself to the kind of fun we can have together. Let me show you.” He opened the small baggie and transferred some of the white crystal-like pieces into the pipe's bowl then lit a lighter and placed it under the bowl. “See the smoke starting to swirl and grow thicker? It always gets my blood rushing.” I watched as he moved the pipe's stem toward his lips. “Now, when the smoke is going good, you just barely put the stem to your lips and inhale as deep as you can. Hold it in a few seconds then blow it out. It's fucking sweet dude!” And saying that he did exactly what he'd said and I watched strangely turned on as he kept sucking on that smoke filled pipe. Finally he took the pipe from his lips and looking at me blew a thick white cloud of smoke into my face. Instead of being pissed at such a move I strangely found myself excited. He saw it in my face and grinned. “You like seeing me do that?” “Hell yeah”, I said. “I don't know why but it got me hot as hell!” “Wait until you do it yourself. I'll hold the lighter and you just inhale when I tell you, ok?” I nodded, scared but turned on at the same time. Not giving me time to think, Drew placed the loaded pipe at my lips and lit the flame. We watched the smoke build up then he told me to “suck it in daddy. Suck it good”. And I did. I filled my lungs then when he pulled it away I looked at him for direction. “Hold it, hold it. Yeah that's it. Now stud blow a cloud for me!” I exhaled and was enveloped in a cloud even bigger than Drew's. Instantly I felt a rush in my brain, my body and dick. I'd never been this horned in my life! “You want another one daddy?” Drew asked scooting next to me so our legs were touching. “Yes, please,” I panted. “I want more!” Once more he placed the pipe at my lips and lit the flame. While I inhaled this second hit I suddenly felt his fingers pinching and pulling on one of my nips. The sensation made me gasp making me inhale more smoke. Pulling the pipe away he kept his fingers on my nip as I writhed and moaned. At last he told me to exhale and when I did I felt his lips and tongue on my hard nips. Instinctively I grabbed the back of his head to hold his mouth where it felt so good and right. “Oh fuck yeah baby!” I moaned. He looked up at me and smiled. “How you feeling now daddy? You like what we're doing? Am I making you feel good?” “I am feeling awesome! I love it!! Nobody's ever made me feel this good. Please don't stop!” His hand dropped to my bulging crotch and squeezed making me moan louder. “Oh we're not stopping yet, daddy. Not by a fucking long shot!” **Let me know what you think men. Should I continue Justin's tale?**
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Author’s Notes: This is a completely fictional story involving infidelity, relationship corruption, and poz worship and fucking along with some light supernatural imagination. Any connection to the real world is merely coincidental and nothing is modeled after any real life event. This story will take time to build. This first chapter attempts to set a ground stage for the remaining story and therefore contains no sex. There is a bit of buildup towards to the end to leave you on a cliffhanger. My expectation based upon my thought process for how this will play out is that for the most part, this will be the most mundane of the chapters, and the rest will be filled with much more of the things we would like to read, although the truest goal here is to continue to layer the tension so that each chapter has the appropriate impact. CHAPTER 1: THE DANCE Brandon and Tyler had been together for three years at this point. Both 22, they still had a lot of life ahead of them, but were madly in love with each other. They had moved in a year earlier into a small, somewhat run-down apartment on the bad side of town. But at least it was theirs. Plus, they needed money to keep themselves looking good. Brandon was 5’7” 125 lbs, brown eyes, brown hair swung across the side of his face, slightly emo in nature, but a bit more modernized in its stylizing. His body was a perfect twink body in all aspects. Both him and Tyler were obsessive about being smooth. While they didn’t have a lot of hair on their bodies, they found they felt more attractive waxing themselves to perfection each day. Tyler wasn’t much different than Brandon in the looks department. He was himself, hot as hell, with an even tinier skinnier body at only 5’5” and 103 lbs. He was obsessive and meticulous about his diet, his workout, and had somehow, someway, decided that 103 lbs was the magic number. It helped accentuate his hip bones just right, kept his thighs at the perfect measurements, made his extremely tight clothes hang on his body just the way he wanted. He was blonde, with a very similar haircut to Brandon, except his hair was more textured and highlighted and toned which really helped the focus on his incredibly deep blue eyes. Both boys had no tattoos, but they wanted them eventually, should they ever have the money. Brandon had a PA on his decently large 8 inch dick. It wasn’t and exceptionally thick dick, but it was a good size. Brandon also had his nipples pierced – rings – for that matter. Tyler was more decked out for sure, each ear had three piercings – the lobe, and then two more going up the side on both sides. His nipples were pierced, and he preferred the balls to the rings, his belly button as well, but with a fairly hefty diamond that an ex had bought him, along with his taint being pierced. He practically came when he get the taint pierced. Tyler sported a smaller 6 inch dick, and while not tiny, dictated he bottomed more than topped. From a looks perspective, these were the stereotypical twinks to the tee. They had extremely tight little bodies, even hotter asses, looked good in everything, or nothing at all, and were obsessed with their looks. However, they had a softer side than most. Overtly friendly, decent, kind, non-judgmental of most guys, it was easy for anyone they met to be surprised be their down-to-earth nature and likability. They were madly in love. They had already moved from the wild sex phase of the first few years of the relationship to a more mundane “husband phase”, even though they were only planning on getting married eventually. At this point, neither had proposed to the other, but that didn’t matter. They knew, with every fiber of their being, who they belonged to, and they wouldn’t have it any other way. Monogamy was key in the relationship, and pure utter devotion was the way that they lived. They were at each other’s side most times, but even wen not, they constantly texted or called each other to check in, because they cared, they LOVED, not because they distrusted. Sex wasn’t the main part of the relationship like it used to be. It happened a few times weekly. Brandon had a decent sex drive, Tyler had a sex drive that couldn’t even be measured. But the sex was good if not vanilla in nature, and Tyler never minded Brandon’s lovemaking. Its not as if the both of them had ever had rough sex or been a little loose before they met, but it was almost like they began to embody the traditional relationship in its monogamy and expectations especially after they moved in. Spontaneity was definitely not something that Brandon exceled at, but Tyler didn’t hold it against him. He was so madly in love with him that he certainly could practically overlook any tiny fault. Brandon worked in a shipped and logistics company in a very manual labor position, and while he had worked there for a few years and finally got on the day shift, since it was a 24 hour operation, there were times, due to staffing, that he had to work late. The unfortunate situation this particular Saturday was that a couple that they knew, Aaron and Adam, (which Brandon and Tyler called collectively, DoubleA) were going out to the local gay club and wanted Brandon and Tyler to come along that night. Nothing particularly crazy, something Brandon and Tyler had done with other friends and couples, but not the DoubleA boys. Adam and Aaaron were a little different. Not scary or concerning per se, but they had an open relationship and always marketed it as such. Now, they always drew a line of respect to Brandon and Tyler and never came across pushy, but they still tended to always market how good it felt. Brandon would always scoff at their musings and statements once he was alone again with Tyler and Tyler would overall agree, although he couldn’t deny that he at least could see the hotness in what they were doing, even if he really had no interest. “Ya sure you really can’t change your schedule for Saturday babe?” Tyler whined, “Ugh I fucking know. I never have to fucking work Saturdays and of course its this one when we have a little something to do! I so want to make every many jealous of us dancing and making out on the dance floor like fiends so they can see what they don’t have!” Brandon commiserated back. “Well you do know,” Tyler began, “they probably will end up finding a guy or two to hook up with, and then they will be off to their place or a motel or something, so I cannot imagine I am going to be there till 2AM or anything…” “Oh babe, “Brandon interjected,” I don’t care at all. You shake your ass out there, get a little tipsy, have fun. Its not a huge deal for you to be there by yourself. I want you to have fun. I just want to have fun with you is all”. “I know, I know. It will be fun, Ill just miss you. Sucks to have fun when you are working. But oh well, Im going to look hot and if anyone tries to hit on me I’ll tell them they are too late!” Tyler laughed as Brandon joined in on the laughter. Saturday rolled around and Brandon went to work on the late shift around 8PM. Tyler arrived looking hot, in his tightest jeans and shirt, and he’d even made sure to lay out on the top of their apartment building to get a really good tan. The club they were going to was pretty tame. Standard fare and a mix of twinks, daddies, and everything in between. No special theme was on that night, just loud music, strobing lights, hot guys, and plenty of alcohol. Tyler kissed bother Aaron and Adam on the cheeks when he arrived, almost immediately swinging his hips to the music. After grabbing a few drinks and chatting at some of the tables, the boys were out on the dance floor, swinging around like they hadn’t a care in the world. Many tracks later, after the crowd had augmented greatly, the club was hot, the sweat was pouring down, the music pulsed in everyone’s bones, Tyler looked over to see Adam in the arms of another twink, tongues down each other’s throats, totally mesmerized with each other. Aaron on the other hand was grinding up against a pretty hot beefy daddy and who had one hand on his neck and the other straight down his pants. Tyler could barely see it but Aaron had a tattoo on his hip, exposed by the mans hand pushing down his pants. Tyler couldn’t read what it said, but he did find hip tattoos attractive and made a mental note to ask at one point. Nonetheless his friends looked to be pretty drunk and pretty in lust with their new boys, and Tyler figured he should grab some water as he was soaked in sweat from the dance floor. As Tyler floated over to the bar he eyed some boys that looked his age at a table not too far from the bar. Twinks of course, sipping on whatever their drink of choice was. However, these were different. As Tyler got closer he did a double take. They couldn’t be THAT good looking. Then he looked again, and was stunned. He turned away but had to look back. He felt embarrassed from the constant head swinging back to look at them and then immediately away in shame. The club was filled with some incredibly hot guys, from twinks to maybe even some pretty senior guys, many that Tyler could absolutely see as porn models if they wanted to be. But again, for the fourth time, he looked over at the time and these boys, they were different. Really different. Still twinks, but….perfect. Perfect. They were all perfect. The entire situation weirded Tyler out. Perfection is nothing something anyone can see in this world, so how could he actually know what perfection was? But yet, everything in him was screaming that those were the most beautiful twinks on the face of the earth. What the fuck was going through his head. Tyler turned away again, staying focused, and asked the bartender for some water. As he turned around to find a table, (and preferably a table on the other side of the bar away from the weird nexus of the universe of perfect boys with unbelievably perfect features), one of the perfect boys stood right in front of him. Right in front of him. The boys lips were only an inch or so from Tyler’s. “Hello,” the stranger said in a fairly monotone and mundane voice. Tyler, in the heat of the moment, after spinning around and having a boy practically in his pants had dropped his water, shattering the glass on the ground, and getting a fair amount of water all of his already extremely tight shirt. As those few seconds of mayhem subsided he looked up at this boy and he saw the eyes. These didn’t even seem to be human eyes. Were they contacts? They looked like animal eyes. Like a cat maybe? Stunning for sure and Tyler had seen they made weird contacts like this, and maybe this boy was just weird, but yet, he felt the eyes were beautiful. Mesmerizing even. He froze again for another few seconds, adding to the absolute awkwardness of the situation. His mouth became dry in and instant, as if he was standing in front of a god. He gradually opened his mouth to say something, yet nothing came out. Again the stranger, in the same voice, mundanely stated “My friends and I would appreciate your company at our table.” My friends and I would appreciate your company at our table? Who the fuck talks like this Tyler said, his temporary focus broken as he tried to wrestle with the tone in the voice and the oddness in the sentence structure but immediately was pulled back into staring into this boys eyes. The boy could have kissed him right there and Tyler would have been unable to stop it. The boy did not kiss him though. “Looks like you spilled some water on yourself,” the stranger plainly said, reaching out and touching Tyler’s shirt at his chest. The stranger didn’t try and grope him, it was simply a gentle touch to determine how soaked Tyler was. The moment the tip of the stranger’s finger touched Tyler he felt these titanic waves of energy convulsing through him. It was like horniness amplified. In his head the music muted itself down to a drone, the lights around everything but this boy dimmed to practically nothing and he continued to feel wave after wave of insane bliss shooting through his body like an earthquake. In reality this all happened in a matter of five seconds or so, but to Tyler it felt like he stood there for an hour basking in the bliss of a simple touch. A text came through from Brandon at that point, which broke the mania going through Tyler’s head and he grabbed his phone, taking his eye off stranger boy for a moment. The text was Brandon saying hi and that he loved him. Tyler texted Brandon back that he loved him too, and missed him, and that everything was going fine. Tyler glanced back over the dance floor to see Adam shirtless being groped and groping the boy he was with, along with a crowd encircling them, and he couldn’t even see Aaron and the daddy anymore. Again he pointed his eyes forward and was mesmerized again. “Please come sit with us. You interest us and we would love to get to know you,” the stranger beckoned. At least this time the boy spoke in normal English. “Yeah, uh, ok I have some time right now, my friends are, um, tied up at the moment anyway,” Tyler replied. He followed the boy back to his table and took a seat amongst the 5 others sitting there. All the boys ranged in hair colors, but their body types were unequivocally perfect twink bodies, from head to toe. Tyler was beginning to realize he wasn’t just seeing things. The craziness of it all was that, yes, they all had the crazy cat eyes. They were all mesmerizing, but the initial stranger boy sat down next to Tyler and placed his arm around his shoulders. “My name is Jax,” he said gently. “Uh Jax,” Tyler stumbled as he started to pull Jax’s hand off his should on impulse, “I have a boyf….” “Oh SHIT Tyler,” a shirtless Adam exclaimed as he strolled past the table with his new boytoy on his arm, “The first time you’re out without Brandon and you’re already looking to cheat on him. Fucking hot yo!” Jax looked up at Adam with a somewhat disgruntled look and pulled his hand off Tyler’s shoulder without any additional help from Tyler. Adam continued to walk away with his boy, even though Tyler reached out trying to stop him. He couldn’t let Adam talk to Brandon and tell him he saw even the slightest hint of cheating. Especially when he was the innocent victim here! Tyler started to jolt out of his seat when his eyes caught Jax and the mesmerizing began again. “So your name is Tyler,” Jax surmised from Adam’s outburst, “and you have a boyfriend. I believe that was what you were trying to say before your friend decided to butt in is that right?” “Yeah that’s right,” Tyler blurted back. Regardless of his focus on Jax, it wasn’t as if he was under a spell. He had some sarcasm to his tone, and irritation as well. “And I didn’t come here to cheat on the best man in the world that’s for sure. So please do not touch me, we have a committed monogamous relationship that’s better than anyone else out there!” Jax nodded, slowly. You could see the wheels were turning in his head. This boy, for not being more than 22 or 23 years old, was acting like some old wise man. It was intriguing, although batshit fucking weird to Tyler. Jax stood up without any explanation and walked a few steps, finding Adam, and then with more energy than he had displayed the last few minutes with Tyler, grabbed Adams arm and marched him back to the table. After setting Adam in front of Tyler, Jax calmly sat down, his composure completely intact. “Adam is it?”, Jax poked, “I believe we have a misunderstanding here. Your friend, Tyler, spilled his drink at the bar. I believe, based on my observations here, that he came here with you yet you deserted him for….that,” Jax pointed to the boytoy on Adam’s arm, “….and then you unfortunately walked by when I was doing something inappropriate to Tyler, not the other way around. My apologies, because Tyler loves his boyfriend, and we as a wonderful group of friends searching for another wonderful friend, respect and cherish his monogamy. It was a simple accident and it shall not happen again. Please understand, this is a misunderstanding.” “Yeah whatever dude,” Adam slurred in his drunken state, “Ya know I know this Tyler well, I knew saying he was cheating on Brandon would just set him off, this boy would never ever EVER cheat on Brandon. Hes fucking gold. Now I gotta go though crazy cat boy, me and this bitch are going to fuck like rabbits.” Adam scurried off and Tyler was now left impressed by how genuinely Jax tried to correct his error. Weird guy? Yes. Decent? Absolutely. He didn’t have to do that. He somehow noticed that Tyler was really upset by Adam’s poking and he made it right. He really made it right. Ok, there may be some new friends here, possibly. Then Tyler’s eyes connected with Jax again and the tractor beam was locked. “We’ve been here for several hours and find this place to be stereotypical and dull,” Jax stated, matter of fact as usual. “There is another club attached to this club that we would prefer to spend time in, and would love for you to join us, only if you want.” “What other club are you talking about?” Tyler questioned. This entire building is just one big gay club, its not in a strip mall or anything else, so what could he be talking about? “Its not a well known or accessible place. Only for people in the know,” Jax responded, calmly of course. “Oh well hey I mean I’m all for people doing their own thing, but I don’t do drugs guys,” Tyler started to get up but it was if Jax’s stare gained intensity and Tyler began to hang on baited breath for the next statement. “We do not do drugs,” Jax stated plainly, very plainly, as if it was absolute verifiable fact. In fact, Tyler had never heard anyone make a statement that was so absolutely believable in his life. Jax continued, “This is simply a much more chill environment away from the trashy pop music where we can possibly get to know you as a friend. Not a lover, just a friend. Not a lover, just a friend. Not a lover, just a friend, repeated in Tylers mind like an echo. He nodded, his mouth didn’t work for whatever reason. His friends had abandoned him for their same ol slutty ways, and he was somehow enthralled with cat boy here and didn’t have any problem proceeding. The boys all got up and proceeded to walk towards the back of the club towards the bathrooms, snaking their way through the crowd, catching looks from everyone there. Once at the bathrooms they took a right down a hallway to a door marked “Basement – Employees Only”. Jax pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. “Oh you’re an employee here?” Tyler asked Jax turned his head around to look at Tyler, locking eyes once again, “Sometimes a little bit of smoke and mirros is necessary to prevent the world from destroying a thing that you love.” He turned back around, proceeded to open the doors, which led to a very deep spiraling metal staircase. Every step down was loud and clanking from every one of their steps. The light at the top of the deep column going into the ground was a normal yellowy light but towards the bottom of the stairs the lights were a deep red. At the bottom of the circular stairs there was a single, steel riveted door. Hardly contrasted letters to the dark metal barely stated a word on the door, assuming it to be the word of the club. With the red light, and the other boys’ heads in the way it was hard to read. Tyler couldn’t make out what it said. Again, Jax produced another key from his pocket, this one looked like an old Victorian key, inserted it into the key hold, and with a large creak of unoiled hinges the big heavy door pulled open. Jax held the door as he ushered the boys inside. Tyler felt uncomfortable at this point. This felt like a dungeon, but he could hear the thumps of music playing from in the door, and some chatting take place down a long smoky hallway laying on the other side of the gateway, and his eyes caught Jax’s again which somehow communicated to him to proceed, and against his inner judgment, he took the steps through the door and followed the boys down the hallway. As Tyler got far enough from the entrance, Jax motioned to two figures who were cowering, quiet as can be, under the stairs. Adam and his boy crawled out from shadows. “Your performance was acceptable,” Jax said dryly. “Well thanks so you going to pay us now?” Adam snapped back, drunk, horny, and caressing his boy. Jax nodded slowly, as if in deep contemplation. “I believe I told you a thousand that is correct?” Adam, chomping at the bit and almost salivating jumped, “Yeah man that’s what you said, I’m glad to do it. But what about this beautiful boy here too? He had to walk with me to play your little game, I think he should get a thousand as well.” Jax looked irritated, but produced the cash right then. A thousand for both of the boys, in incredibly crisp bills. “Aw man, thanks this is great. Now you don’t be too harsh on Tyler or nothing, hes a good guy, better than Aaron and I,” Adam laughed, holding himself up against his new boy, who was snickering as well. “Now this is what is going to happen,” Jax began, as he quickly turned around to eye Tylers tiny ass getting further down the hallway. “You and your boy….” Adam interrupted, “are going to go fuck like crazy right now…” Jax grabbed Adam, his pulled ripping Adam from his boy, his hands caressing and groping Adam, his mouth connected with Adam’s, and Adam felt the shockwaves. Massive lustful waves of pure pleasure pulsed through him like craxzy. How Jax touched him was unlike he’d ever felt, how he kissed him was nothing like Aaron, how he smelled, how mysterious he was, everything came bubbling up in Adam and it felt like bliss. Adam’s boy stared in amazement, grabbing his own dick and touching himself, until Jax pushed Adam off him and stared into his eyes. “I am done with you at this time. Now you listen to me and execute my orders. You will walk to the top of these stairs and out the front door. You will not look for you boyfriend. When you leave the club, and you will do it immediately after I give these instructions, you will see a black Lincoln Town Car out front. Open the back door and get in it. It will take you home. Tell the driver your address once you get in the car. You will not touch each other in the car. You will put your shirt back on. Once you arrive at home, you will lead this boy into the bed that you share with your lover. I know you two have an open relationship. Open relationships are built on trust and honesty. This is neither of those things. You will then strip and throw that boy on the bed. Put out as many pictures of you and your lover surrounding the bed as possible. You will defile that bedroom and your bed with this boy. Boy, you will enter Adam raw, as many times as you want, but no less than five, and flood him with your DNA. Adam you will take him no questions asked. You will beg for more. You will stare at the pictures of you and your lover and realize how much better this boy is, how much better it feels in your bed, and how much bliss it is not to tell your man. Give in to the destruction of your petty relationship and give your ass bareback to this boy, like you know you want to. Your man will not be home until the morning, I’ve made those arrangements. By the morning you will be confused, questioning, and begging for this boy to meet you again to cheat on your man. And you will do it. I won’t even order that much, you just will. This will be gratifying to me.” With that, Jax, knowing that time was short to catch up with Tyler and the crew, caressed Adams hand for a moment, pulling Aaron’s promise ring off his finger in one quick motion. Adam immediately looked stunned and was about to speak. “Not a word from you Adam,” Jax said forcefully, “you will not need this anymore.” Jax placed the ring in his pocket and turned away from a stunned Adam and his boy. As they watched the creaky metal door close in front of them, they saw the words of the club, the words that Tyler couldn’t see. HEDON
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What a fucked up week! It started out pretty much normal with the exception of my partner Brian being on a rare business trip. I am self-employed so my schedule is pretty flexible. I usually go to the downtown YMCA late afternoons but on Wednesday I went mid morning so I could do some chores as well. The Y was pretty empty so I relaxed in the sauna after my workout. I could see from the sauna door a muscular stud prowling from the shower who put on a bit of a show toweling himself off before entering the steam room. I am not a prude so I followed him. Two guys were in there when I entered. It was extremely steamy inside and I could barely make them out until I was quite close. I sat across from them so I could see what they were doing and if perhaps there might be a little action going on. While I am “monogomish” with Brian, I certainly feel free to jack off with others if it is discreet and occasionally will suck a bit as well. One of them ducked out pretty fast and that left the muscular stud alone with me. “How’s Brian?” he asked. That got my attention! “Ummmm, he is fine, thanks” was my reply. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” Well, it WAS steamy and I didn’t have my glasses on. He scooted closer. “I’m Vince.” he explained. He offered me his hand and held mine a bit longer than necessary while I told him that my name is Mike. “We met once at a party” Vince continued. After a pause, he gave me the key I needed. “I used to date Brian.” “Oh! That Vince!” I winced as that was supposed to be my private reaction. Vince chucked “Yes, I suppose you could say that. Has Brian said much about me?” I replied "Not really" and that was the truth. I was under the impression it was just a short-term thing and I had never pressed Brian about it. Vince confirmed they hadn’t dated too long, but after a moment he said that Brian had a fabulous ass. I wasn’t jealous, exactly, as I stammered "Why, yes he does." Vince had turned towards me and I couldn’t help to see his ample junk flopping in plain view. “I really enjoyed using his hole and I was sorry that there wasn’t the chemistry to make it work as a relationship.” This seemed like an honest declaration; although my ears and dick perked up at his way of saying he had fucked Brian. “I was the first man to fuck Brian with a PA” Vince not so discreetly grabbed his crotch as he continued. “Brian was really tight and I had to use a lot of lube on his hole as I stretched him with my fingers and also used lots of lube on my rubbers.” Vince was clearly getting hard and between seeing his sizable tool and hearing his talk, I was rock hard very quickly. I could see the thick gauged PA accenting his big head and it looked hot as hell. “Brian sucked well, although he had a hard time deep throating me.” Vince pointed his very erect dick at me and pondered “I wonder how you would do?” I was really horny as I had not cum in a few days, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to play with Vince due to his previous relationship with Brian. That didn’t seem particularly discreet. Vince seemed to pick up on my discomfort. “Look, it was many years ago when I had Brian and I never kiss and tell. Just grab and feel it.” Damn was it meaty and big! What the fuck—grabbing it couldn’t get me in trouble. Grabbing it, however, proved to be insufficient. Vince was pinching my nips (a hot spot for me) and feeling me up all over. “Come on, just taste it…try it, you’ll like it.” We both laughed at that so I figured what the hell. I got it about half way down before it became a challenge. Vince with over 8” long—and I mean REAL inches and way thicker than most. “Are you a better cock sucker than Brian? Show me how you suck, Mike!” He grabbed my head and started to face-fuck me. Someone came in at that point so I quickly sat down next to Vince. As the mystery guy was obscured in the steam, Vince kept touching me. As he rubbed my ass cheek I couldn’t help raising my hip to give him access to my hole. It was exciting to play while another man was nearby but unaware. When we were alone again Vince had me face away from him and then he knelt down and latched his mouth on my sweaty hole. FUCK that is a turn on for me! He stood up and rubbed his dick against my hole as he reached around to my nips and chewed on my neck and ear. “I wanna fuck your hole” he growled. I literally had chills run down my spine. I wasn’t going to take him raw so I turned around and said it wasn’t private here and I didn’t have any rubbers with me. “Brian always made me wear a rubber, too” Vince admitted. “I have some special ones in my gym bag and lube, too” he offered. I asked how they were special and he said that they were extra large and fit his big dick the way rubbers should fit a man. “Brian always loved how I fucked him and you will, too!” My resistance was low and my libido was high. Vince was pushing to seal the deal. He didn’t have a place available, but he was open to suggestions. I admitted Brian was out of town, but I had never brought anyone home with me. Vince was pawing me and playing me to the point of surrender. “Come on” he sighed “You are going to love it!” I did want it, but I told him that only Brian had fucked me for the last 6 years. This seemed to make his eyes gleam. “Look, here is the truth: I am moving out of state this weekend and this is the only time I’ll ever be able to be with you. I want my last memory of here to be with you.” He kissed me and his tongue plunged in. After a few minutes of serious tongue dueling and his hands possessing me I told him to meet me in the locker room and I’d give him my address. I just about chickened out while throwing my clothes on, but Vince showed up with his towel wrapped around his waist with an almost obscene bulge erasing my doubts: I gave him my address and said give me 20 minutes to get ready at home as I wanted to be prepped and squeaky clean for the fuck-session. Vince was prompt and started deep kissing as soon as he entered the door. He appreciated my jock strap and said it was perfect. I suggested the couch but he just said “uh uh. I want you on you and Brian’s bed.” In for a penny in for a pound flashed through my head as I led the way. “I can’t wait to fuck you like I fucked Brian so long ago!” Brian and I fucked protected for six months before we got our second negative HIV test and went to bare sex. As much as I prefer getting fucked ‘skin to skin’, I wasn’t going to take any chances with Vince even though he said he only tops. I am versatile, but if I am honest, I get off on fantasies of being fucked by a stud like Vince. I was glad that Vince brought his special condoms so I could get fucked just like Brian did. I could imagine that smaller condoms would be way too restrictive. Vince didn’t just ‘slide and ride’. He made me suck him hard and wet, lick his nuts and when I saw his hairy ass my tongue couldn’t resist. “Awwwwwww! Yeah, fucking worship me and you will get the fuck of your lifetime!” He promised. He also encouraged me by saying the more turned on he was, the harder he fucked and the bigger load he shot. What could be better? Still, after a good 20 minutes of foreplay I was getting crazy to get filled. Vince started his prep with eating my hole and rather harshly finger fucking me. It sort of hurt, but I was so damned horny I just moaned and relaxed to give him better access. The sooner I was open, the sooner he could breed my hole he promised. He told me he was good for two loads so if I was only good for one, I should wait until he was giving me load number two. “Fuck yes” I agreed. He wanted me on all fours for the first fuck. I saw him open the package and slide the rubber on, pinching the tip to make sure there would be room for his load. I assumed the position as he added his lube that he said looked and felt just like cum. I had heard of it, but had never tried it. The push in was slow but constant. The PA felt awesome rubbing against my prostate and I moaned as he filled me up. It was my first time being fucked with a PA, just like Vince was Brian’s first. Vince started out slow and told me how much he liked to see his dick slide in and out. After a few minutes I was relaxed enough for him to pull out and shove back in. “If only you could see what my dick looks like now” he groaned. I wanted to know a few things. “You like my ass? How does it feel for you? How do I compare to Brian?” Hey, a little praise goes a long way for me! “Needy, aren’t you!” Vince chuckled. “Mmmmmmm your ass is fine. It is tight, warm and you have great muscle control. I love how it is hungry for what I am giving you. I’d say I am happier being inside your hole than Brian’s. It fucking turns me on that you are cheating on him and giving me your hole to use just like I used him. My load will be your reward!” This talk was going to both of my heads. I get off on dirty talk. “Fuck me, Vince! I want it bad!” His thick dick was pleasing me and hurting me at the same time. The combination was making me groan and beg please. Vince started to pound harder and my response was instant. I squirmed and groaned while he started his end run. “Fuck yes, Mike! I am so loving this! I am going to fucking own your ass and claim it as mine. You want that, don’t you? You want me to do that? You want my dick?” “Please Vince!” I cried. “You want me to use your hole just like I used Brian’s, right?” YES “You don’t care that you are cheating on your partner?” Just use me, Vince, please! “That is exactly what I am doing. I am going to reward you for your bad behavior…damn, I am so close!” Fuck me Vince! Use me! Make my ass yours! Despite the condom, I swore I could feel the heat of his load pulsing inside me as he screamed and shoved his dick as far as it could go. “There! I am giving you what you deserve, Mike! Arrrrrr! I fucking own your cheating ass!" The stimulation was just too much! I exploded on the sheets and cried out. “That’s it! Cum on my dick and milk every drop out! Vince hissed. His weight pushed me flat on my stomach and I enjoyed the afterglow of his still hard dick twitching as my ass rhythmically clenched and relaxed. Brian always says that turns him on and Vince seemed quite content to let me keep working on him. About five minutes later, after we had each recovered our breath, Vince pulled out, while still pressing me down into the mattress and pulled his condom off to toss in his open gym bag. “It’s my souvenir” he snickered as he nibbled my ear. Vince turned me over and got in a 69 position with his semi-hard dick pointing at my mouth. “Clean me up!” he commanded. I gladly sucked his dick as he sucked on my sensitive dick and nuts. After a while he grabbed my thighs and exposed my ass to his probing fingers, sighing at the same time, “Damn does your ass look fine." His dick gradually went from spongy to rock hard. He re-positioned himself between my legs and reached over to grab another condom. He told me I was lubed inside and out from his first fuck as he suited up. He told me to grab his dick and place it where I needed it. His eyes closed in pleasure and he just said “ahhhhhhhh” as he pushed deep into me. “The first fuck was just a warm up. I want you to watch me, hold on to me with your hands and totally experience what I am doing to you. You are going to always remember this fuck.” I was putty in his hands and I just whimpered a little as my hands wrapped around his strong back. “That’s it. Give yourself to me. After today you’ll always associated getting fucked with what I am doing right now.” Usually doggy is my favorite position for being fucked, but Vince was right—this was a special experience. I couldn’t remember feeling so possessed by another man. Vince locked his hands on my body throughout the fuck: either on my legs, my nipples or holding on to my shoulders. His eyes rarely left mine and while it didn’t feel romantic, there was something so primal about this fuck. I told Vince that and he said “That’s right. I am fucking you the way a man should fuck another man.” I confessed that the only thing that would be better would be to have him fuck me raw, but I quickly added that I couldn’t do that. Vince smiled and said condom or not, I was being fucked the way it should be. I was surprised how hard I was. Vince knew how to keep me stimulated from within and without. Nevertheless, after about 30 minutes I was getting rather sore from the relentless fucking and PA clad head rubbing inside me. Vince said there was no need to stop and add lube as he was getting close again. “Fuck yes” I moaned. “I want it bad.” “What do you want?” Vince asked. “What do you want from me, Mike? You want me to use you like I used Brian? You want to be claimed as mine?” I was moaning yes and please almost like a chant. “You want this connection? You want to be bred by me? By now I was almost babbling as Vince was going in for the kill. I kept begging for him to have his way with me, to use me, to breed me. Despite his condom I could pretend that he was going to breed my torn up ass with his seed. “Yes, fucker! Here comes the breeding you have always wanted. The fuck you will always remember; I…FUCKING…OWN…YOU!!!” Each word was accentuated with full penetration. He went still on the last word and flexed and throbbed like crazy. “You’ve got it…you are fucking bred…ahhhhhhh…” A few quick strokes with my hand and I was shooting clear on my chest. I was way louder than I usually am. There was something so satisfying about that fuck. We were both sweating as we came off our fuck-high. “You have no idea how much I enjoyed fucking you, Mike.” It was almost tender. “I’ll always remember fucking you.” He added. It wasn’t lip service when I told him that the pleasure had been mine. Vince slowly pulled out and tossed his second condom in his bag. We both took a short shower together with Vince massaged my hole saying “Just so I'll always remember your ass.” I laughed and was in a great mood. Vince kissed me deeply and told me that he really enjoyed fucking me…just like he had fucked Brian he added. I confessed I couldn’t believe Brian was willing to let go of his fuck tool. “Well, I am just glad I could have you today…in a way, I feel like I fucked Brian as well by fucking you.” Later that afternoon I emptied a huge amount of lube out of my ass. Fingering my hole and smelling the goo I had to agree that Vince’s lube was the closest thing to cum that I had ever had. Brian got back late Friday and we fucked like bunnies. I enjoyed fucking him bare and pretended that Vince was me. I mentioned I had seen Vince at the Y in conversation late Saturday and that he was moving out of state. Brian seemed to be in a pensive mood and I asked what he was thinking about. Brian explained that even though Vince was hot sex, he was glad he was with me. I smiled at that and asked why he hadn’t stayed with Vince. “Well, we weren’t dating too long and I guess I was a bit naive.” I asked what about. “I always seemed to be full of lube after Vince fucked me and I checked and saw that his stash of rubbers were all carefully slit at the tip and put back in the package.” My heart lurched. “It’s just as well he is moving, I guess. I heard he is poz now and I’d hate to think that anyone I know might get bred like I was…”
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Hey pigs. Another one-off short story. Hope you like it. Lemme know in the comments. xxx ___ Breeding Ben’s Buggy Bunghole I was out of town for a conference and horny, so I went to the hotel bar. I knew I should have kept my dick in my pants. A guy I was seeing had told me that morning that he’s tested positive for something and that I should get checked out. I figured I’d take care of whatever pills or shot in the ass I’d need when I got home. At the bar, I saw this very sexy guy sitting alone with an empty stool next to him. I asked if it was free and he invited me to sit down, introducing himself as Ben and flirting with me. As the place was full and that was the only seat, I was glad to have a place to perch, especially next to a sexy guy who was clearly into me. Ben told me that he was married, to a man, and that he and his husband, Peter, had been together for a few years before Peter realized that Ben was never going to settle down. He’d always assumed that Ben wanted a monogamous heteronormative relationship. Ben told me that he enjoyed hooking up with new guys and taking their loads home to Peter to eat out of his hole. Ben could tell that his nasty talk was making me hard and he reached for my crotch. My hardening cock rewarding his grasp with a steady stream of precum that leaked through my trousers faster than I’d have liked. He told me that his husband really liked it when he had risky sex, so whatever my status was he didn’t want to know. I asked him if he was a bug chaser and he winked, asking me, ‘Why? You have any bugs?’ I was about to tell him about my hookup’s news, but Ben pressed his finger to my lips saying, ‘Shhhhh…’ I asked if he wanted to go back to my room, and Ben eagerly agreed. The guy sitting next to us clearly overheard the whole conversation and raised his eyebrows, giving me a thumbs up. I could tell that overhearing out conversation had gotten him hard as well as he adjusted his bulge. Ben and I made out in the elevator and tore each other’s clothes off as we tumbled into my hotel room. He shucked off my pants and yanked my briefs down before swallowing my cock to the root. He was clearly horny to get fucked. I told him that I’d be happy to rubber up if he wanted me to and he told me he’d rather take me raw. He didn’t ask my status and I didn’t volunteer. As he toyed with my cock I whispered, ‘hope you don’t catch anything you can’t get rid of.’ He gobbled my dick down as he looked up at me with hungry eyes. After Ben had sucked me to full dripping hardness, he swiveled around on his hands and knees and arched his back like a real pro piggy bottom. He leaned down with his face on the bedspread and used his hands to pry apart his alabaster ass cheeks. Ben’s butt was nearly hairless except for a little peach fuzz right around his hole. I lapped at his ass and managed two slip two fingers easily into him. When I pulled them out, I saw that they were slick with what I was pretty sure was nother guy’s load. Ben clenched his muscles down on my fingers and begged for more. I got all four fingers and my thumb inside lubed up and wet with my oozing precum. Ben asked if I minded taking some pics with his phone and I obliged with my other hand. I snapped away as I pulled my hand back so just my fingertips were inside his creamy hole and lined up my raw dick. I slipped inside with just precum and spit as lube. Ben was so wet inside I really didn’t need anything else. He moaned as my cock entered him. When I removed my hand, I was surprised to feel how loose and stretched-out Ben’s hole actually was. I could barely feel the sides of his chute as I pummeled his open sloppy cunt. He groaned and asked if I liked his opened-up pussy. I told him I did and he arched forward making my dick plop out of him. A torrent of white cream sluiced out all over the sheets. Ben asked me to lay down so he could ride me. He handed me his phone and had me make a video of him bouncing up and down on my dick. With his hole so opened up and sloppy, he could really take me deep. He pushed his cheeks together for more friction and got me close to cumming. He then stopped and just sat there, my hard bare dick throbbing deep inside his guts. Ben began to rock up and down reached for his phone. He grinned at me. He asked for my room number and then entered it into his phone and I heard a ‘whoosh’ as he sent it. He then sent the pics and video. He rode me slowly, keeping me rock hard and close to cumming. He looked down at me asking, ‘Remember Peter? My husband? Mind if he joins?’ I didn’t care, but wondered what would happen when he arrived. Also, I thought his choice of words was odd. I’d never met Peter, so how could I remember him? A few minutes later, there was a quiet knock at the door and he raised up and off to go answer it. He stood in the open doorway, kissing a man as he loosened his tie and pulled it above his collar. I thought he was undressing his husband, but instead, he stopped as the tie covered the man’s eyes. He tightened the knot back and guided him in. I wasn’t surprised to see that Peter was the guy at the bar on the other side of the empty stool. Ben smiled and led Peter to a chair. He unbuckled Peter’s belt and pushed his pants off before sitting him down. Peter opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Ben leaned forward and backed his gaped cummy pussy to his husband’s tongue. Peter lapped at Ben’s hole and moaned into it. He turned around, holding Peter’s blindfolded face as he stuck his ass out and rolled it around. Ben and Peter kissed as I rubbed my raw cock against his hole. I easily entered Ben’s slack asshole as he groaned into his husband’s mouth. “He’s fucking me, baby. He’s fucking me raw.’ Peter gulped for air asking, ‘Is he NEG, baby?’ ‘How should I know,’ Ben replied. Ben moaned saying, ‘Letting a stranger fuck you bareback is so risky! You know what happened last time!’ Ben turned over his shoulder looking up at me as I pounded my hips into his ass. ‘Last time, I got bugged with a few things. Nothing I can’t get rid of though.’ He winked at me as I pummeled his pussy. Somehow this slutty couple had turned the tables on me. I had been worried about not disclosing my trick’s recent diagnosis, and figured that I’d already been exposed to any bugs Ben was carrying. I picked up my pace and pounded his bare cunt. I railed Ben’s hole forcing him off his balance and into his husband’s chest and shoulders. I whispered that I was close and they both begged me to fill him up. I shot deep inside Ben and let my cock go soft inside him. As I pulled out, my seed, and likely at least a few other mens’ gushed out of him, splashing on Peter’s crotch and legs. As I went to the bathroom to take a piss and clean up, Ben guided Peter to the floor on his back and sat on his face. Peter lapped at his husband’s used slutty hole as more and more seed slipped out and into his mouth. ‘Yeah, baby. Eat those loads. Fucking stranger cum dripping down your throat!’ Peter moaned his approval as he lapped at his husband’s sloppy used cunt. When I came out of the bathroom, the two of them had gone, but Peter had left his business card. It turned out that they lived in my town and were both here on business. I would definitely be breeding Ben again... hopefully after we both got treated for anything I’d caught deep in his hole or was carrying before I got there.
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I’ve never worked up the courage to go to a bathhouse. I really want to and it’d be a great way to cheat on my husband without worrying about hosting. Any advice? I just seems like a crazy, nerve wracking experience. I cheat all the time but lately it’s been so hard to find anyone who can host. I figured this might be a good option since I have the ability to sneak away.
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My boyfriend, Jon and I had been a couple for almost three months. We were close, spending almost every night of the week sleeping over at one or the other's house, having a decent sex life that involved me breeding his tight hole at least three times a week. We had barebacked since our first time meeting. In fact I breed him three times on our first date, which lasted six or so hours. I enjoyed our time together and we got along well. The only problem for me in the relationship was that he was a strict bottom. Jon claimed to be vers/bottom, but he was not. The one time we tried him topping nothing happened. This was my problem, I am vers/top but I get cravings for raw cock in my ass from time to time. After three months of not getting any cum in my hole I was getting antsy. I knew Jon was not open to a third or an open relationship; it was a nonstarter with him. I wanted to be good and not cheat, so I suffered. That is until I came over to Jon’s house right after work one day. I arrived an hour and a half before Jon got home from work as I planned on making dinner and/or hanging-out with Adam, Jon's brother, who shared the house with Jon. Adam was about three years older than I, and was a hottie, standing 6’ 1", with a chiseled frame from his days in the army, sexy smile and a big bulge. I had had a bit of a crush since I meet him but I knew he was straight. In addition I was being good so no point in pursuing it. Well, that was until this particular day when I got to their house early. As I walked in the door Adam was completely naked on the sofa with a raging 8.5 inch hard and thick cock pointed straight at me. There was straight porn on the tv and he was mid-stroke. We both froze, having the look of a deer-caught-in-the-headlights. His was the look of shock, whereas I was stunned by the sight of such a perfect cock. I was the first to regain my senses and decided in a split decision to take advantage and get my itch for cock and cum in my ass taken care off. As he sat there froze, I walked across the room and without a word lowered to my knees and looking him in the eye took his throbbing cock in my hand. I was taking a chance and risking he would beat me up. I knew he was girlfriendless and hadn’t got laid in a while so I figured it was my opening. Since all he did was look back at me for a second then went back to the TV I took it as my key to continue jerking him. He stayed hard as a rock. After a few minutes of me jerking his hard cock I moved my mouth to his perfectly round and full balls and started to lick, kiss and suck them as I jerked him off. I continued to suck and worship his balls and jerk his cock and was rewarded with a series of moans from Adam. I took his moans as a sign to move forward and moved my mouth onto his cock head. I started slow blowing his big pole. Taking inch by inch of his big fat cock until I took all 8.5 inches in my throat. When I hit bottom he moaned and put his hand on the back of my head. He then proceeded to face fuck me long hard and deep only giving me time to breath when absolutely necessary. His thrust and moans told me he was really into it. He began to tell me to “suck that cock boy," and “choke on it.” He was definitely excited and rock hard. I was working out a way of getting my hole on his cock in my head but I was surprised when he told me in his rough voice "Get the lube and bend of the sofa," adding "I'm gonna pound your ass and make it mine! You'll need lube 'cause I'm a rough fucker.” I stripped, lubed my ass, and also lubed his cock. Just like a straight guy he shoved all his big fat cock in my in one thrust! It made me almost cry, but to his credit he held it there and let me get use to it. It started to feel good, really good. He started slow but very quickly picked up speed and depth. Soon he was pounding me hard long and deep. He continued to fuck my raw ass in this position for 20 minutes and then he grunted and flooded my hole. I thought he was done but he pulled out and told me to get on my back. He was semi-hard but he presented me his cock to suck and clean, which I gladly did. As I did so he got harder and then pushed up my legs and plowed into my raw hole again. He was not gentle this time and did not give me time to re-adjust. He went back to hard pounding and deep fucking. He showed no mercy for 30 minutes until he dumped his second load in my ass. The best to fucks and loads of my life. He pulled out and shoved his fat cum covered cock in my mouth to clean off. Then he said thanks and went to the bathroom to shower. I went to the kitchen sink and cleaned up a bit. Just as I was finishing up cleaning Jon walked in and kissed me while my breath still smelled of Adam's cum. It was very hot! Adam breed me at least once a week for the next nine months during which Jon and I dated, and fortunately Jon never found out, making it all the hotter! Note: This story is completely fiction.
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When my boy and I went to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving, we made a pit stop at my favorite bookstore from when I was in High School, and after taking dozens of POZ loads earlier this year, my boy wound up fucking my Dad through a gloryhole. Once he knew who it was loading his ass, my Dadchickened out, and we neither one got to shoot our cum up my Dad’s hole again, until we went back for Christmas. The night we arrived, I managed to get Dad pretty hammered on some spiked eggnog. He retired to bed early, but my boy and I stayed up a bit later, plotting how to get my Dad’s trousers off and our cocks in his ass. My boy seemed game for anything, so I mentioned that I remembered my Dad almost always got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water from the kitchen and a piss. I fell asleep, but my boy stayed up to keep watch, watching some raw porn on his laptop with the sound turned off. Sure enough, around 3AM, the door of my parents’ bedroom creaked open and my boy roused me gently, then snuck out to the hallway. My Dad was letting a stream of piss fly, with his bathrobe casually drawn over his shoulders. My boy snuck up behind him, wrapping his arms around Daddy’s paunchy waist. Daddy jumped a bit and piss went everywhere. Ever the one to please, my boy went down to his knees and licked the fresh piss off my Dad’s crotch and legs. I heard my Dad whisper, “No, not here. Let’s go downstairs…” “Whatever you say, Daddy,” my boy replied. I waited until they were down the steps and into the kitchen to follow. I held back in the dining room, and hid behind a half-opened door to watch. Dad mixed two cocktails as my boy ran his hands all over Daddy’s fleshy torso, managing to get his robe to fall to the floor. “How long have you been getting fucked,” my boy asked. “Since I followed my son once to the bookstore when he was in High School. He blew me once through the hole and never knew it was me. I guess I got sort of hooked.” “And what about taking strangers’ cum? When did that start?” “To be honest, I always make the guys bag up. You’ve gotta trust that their cum is clean, or you could get sick.” “Ahhh…” My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing. My boy was seducing my father just feet away from me. “Would you take my load again?” my boy asked. “Sure. You guys play safe usually right?” “Oh yeah. All the time…” My boy neglected to mention the sex parties, taking loads in mensrooms all over the East Coast, and NEVER allowing anyone topping him to wear a rubber. I estimated that between the two of us, we’d taken at least forty loads, and at least a dozen knowingly POZ ones. As the felt each other up, and my Dad worked my boy’s tenting briefs down to his ankle, he asked, “When were you lasted tested?” “About nine months ago. It was clean.” Finally an honest answer. “I want you so bad,” my Dad panted as he lowered himself down and wrapped his mustachioed mouth around my boy’s stiff leaking cock, impressively getting most of my boy’s cock down his throat. My boy spread his legs a little, and held his hand out for my Dad to spit in so he could start lubing his ass and playing with it. I guess at heart, my boy will always be a piggy bottom, but this was a special occasion. Pozzing my Dad got him harder and drippier than I had seen in a long time. They switched places, and my boy inhaled Daddy’s dick, all the way to the root, and spread his legs wide apart so he could start loosening up my Dad’s hole for the coming onslaught. “Think my son will be jealous?” Daddy snickered. “Oh no. I’m sure he’ll approve. You’ll just have to put out for him later to make it even…” “Sounds fair enough,” he panted. My boy went into overdrive, blowing Daddy’s fat stiffy for all he was worth. It was all I could to slow down my own jerking so I would cum too soon. My Dad grunted, “Oh shit. You’re going to make me cum!” but my boy kept right at it until Daddy’s body wracked with orgasmic convulsions. My boy was rewarded with a mouthful of NEG Daddy spooge, and he looked up at my Dad, smiling, with jism leaking out of his cocksucking lips. He stood up and gave my Dad an aggressive tongue-fucking, filling my Dad’s mouth with his own cum. “Don’t swallow that, Daddy. Cum makes the best lube.” He winked. My Dad snowballed his cum back into my boy’s mouth and turned around, leaning over the kitchen counter, spreading his hairy asscheeks so his chute was easier to get at. My boy went back to his knees and spit globs of cum onto his asshole, and started to finger them inside. One glistening finger up Daddy’s tight hole, then two, then three. My Dad was bucking as this treatment, and after spitting on his drippy cock, my boy lunged forward. No mercy. He slammed all of his long narrow dick all the way inside Daddy’s tunnel in one thrust. Daddy was whimpering. My boy told him, “Shhh! You don’t want to wake the whole house do you? Then, they’d all want a piece of your ass.” After a minute or two of pounding, my boy slowed down, and I could tell he was getting close to loading my Dad’s ass with his long-untested questionable load deep into my father’s willing NEG ass. He whispered, “Where do you want my load, Daddy?” “Give it to me! I’m a man. I can take it.” My boy thrust forward and I could tell he was whitewashing my Dad’s insides. That was only the second time I had seen my boy breed an ass. I shot my load all over my hand, and fed myself my own questionable load. With the first pause since they began their lovemaking, my Dad whispered, “Did you cum?” “Oh yeah. I loaded your ass real deep.” My boy backed his dick out of my Dad’s used cummy ass, and I could see, briefly, my Dad’s loosened pucker with a dick-sized hole in it, and a flood of gooey spooge leaking out. My boy knelt down to suck his load out of Daddy’s ass. Once his face was covered with ass juice and cum, he said, “It seems like a waste, you being all warmed up like this. Let’s go wake up your son.” Dad froze. “Really, think he’ll want some old guy’s ass? His own father?” “Why the fuck not. You won’t be the oldest guy we’ve shared.” The look on my Dad’s face was priceless. I had to pull myself away from the hot sweaty scene to get back to our bedroom, where I was supposed to be sleeping. I made it under the covers just as I heard the bedroom door creak open, and my Dad and my boy giggling quietly like schoolgirls. I rolled onto my back, pretending to be asleep. I was still half hard from before, and my dick was already drippy. I heard quiet whispers and felt the sheets being pulled down, and a hairy moustache tickling the head of my dick. Daddy lowered his mouth over my cock, and gave a surprisingly decent blowjob. I moved my hands to the back of Dad’s balding head and started rocking my hips. My boy whispered, “Damn! Don’t choke the man!” By then the pretense of being asleep was pointless. “Suck that dick Dad!” I rammed my cock as far down his throat as it would go, making him gag a little. He pulled off for air, and scrambled up to my face to give me a deep tongue-lashing. I’d never kissed my Dad like that before, and it almost made me shoot my wad right then. I told him, “Get on my dick.” Dad whipped around with his back to me, and squatted over my wet cock. My boy leaned in to help guide my raw dick home with one hand and spread my Daddy’s ass open with the other. I was far more gentle than my boy had been, and it went smoother, lubed with my boy’s sticky cum and loosened from his long dick. Dad rode my cock like a champ until we were both damp with sweat. I pulled out and spun Dad around to give it to him doggy style. “Damn, this is hot,” my boy whispered as he moved around to shove his dick into Dad’s mouth. I pounded for a few minutes more, and shoved in as far as possible as I seeded my Dad’s ass. My boy coated Dad’s throat with more cum at the same time, and we collapsed onto each other in a lusty cummy pile. Dad drifted off to sleep as we embraced each other. My boy whispered, “Think we’ve converted him?” “If he’s not POZ, at least he’ll be addicted to taking loads. Job well done.” We kissed tenderly and dozed off. A few hours later, as the sun was coming up, I roused my Dad and told him to get back to his own bed before Mom woke up. He regretfully left. I snuggled up my sticky dick to my boy’s ass and left it there. We slept in that day. We had earned it. -
Part 1 This is the story about the time I went to Sacramento, California for a work meeting, and had the time of my life! My name is Ricky, I am from Washington (State) and was working for a major healthcare provider, 24 years old, 5’10, 160 pounds, fit build, 6.5 uncut and just thankful and happy to have a secure stable job in high demand. I had also been parTying on occasion since I was 22 and loved it, but kept it discreet and rare. So in June, I was told I needed to fly down to Sacramento for a 3-day training. I was excited to go! I had never been to California and was looking forward to it! While I made my travel arrangements, I had the thought I should take a few extra days off and stay there. Explore and see what kinda trouble I could get into. The company allowed us to take extra time, I’ll I’d need to do was pay for the room for a few days, the flight was all paid for by them! With that I made my flight arrangements, and paid for the extra nights in the hotel at a discounted rate! I needed a break from my boyfriend, taking care of my younger siblings (our mom passed away suddenly when I was 22 and I became instaparent) and just all the stress that living in Washington brings. I got my A4A, and BBRT account set up and was on the hunt to set up some encounters while I was there. That’s when I came across a profile on A4A which practically made me drop to the floor with lust! His name was Scott, he was 38, POZ, and parTyed! I shot him a message and asked if he’d be interested in meeting up. He replied immediately with “fuck yeah boy! I wanna breed that ass!” 🤤🤤 That sent a chill throughout my body and I swear I was in love! He was everything I never knew I always wanted! He had the most beautiful blue eyes, 6’2”, 200 pounds, dark blond hair, 9” cut cock and a muscular build! I replied back with “fuck yeah, I’ll do anything you want!” So we set up a time and place to meet. My work meeting was Monday morning through Wednesday afternoon so we agreed to meet at the Arden Mall Wednesday evening, just to make sure we liked each other in person. Everything was set and I was excited, but I also was feeling a slight hesitation. I am a very bad boyfriend when it comes to being faithful sexually. I had already cheated on my boyfriend so many times I lost count, and secretly parTyed. That was hard to do because he used to parTy before we met so he could identify it easily. For two years I had been able to keep it from him 😈 I had taken so many POZ and unknown loads before, mainly at Steamworks and Club Z in Seattle while spun but they were all undetectable (so they claimed), Scott was POZ and unmedicated. That turned me on so much, because low key I wanted to be part of the brotherhood but still had never converted. I quickly pushed the hesitation out of my mind and decided that I wanted Scott to be the one, to be my daddy! For the next few weeks we exchanged several messages a day, discussing what we were into, what we wanted to do together, and before I knew it I found myself catching feelings for him. my boyfriend and I only fucked a couple times a month, so to cover my tracks I seduced him on Sunday afternoon and we fucked (with a condom 🤮). Poor guy was uncomfortable fucking BB (did he know I was a cheating slut?) and insisted on wearing one. Once that was over I packed my bags and he took me to SeaTac for my evening flight. We get to the departure zone, and before I get out of the car he kisses me and tells me he loves me. I kiss him back and instinctively tell him I love him too. He’s a good guy, but so vanilla… A good, wholesome daytime boyfriend you could introduce your family, friends, and coworkers to. Little did he know I had a dark, sexually thirsty dark side I needed to explore and fulfill. I walk into the airport, check in at the Alaska Airlines counter, and go through security. As I go through the line, I catch the eye of the TSA agent who gives me this subtle grin. Maybe he saw the poppers in my bag as it went through screening. This man was probably about 30, 6’ a solid 220, deep blue eyes and jet black hair (my FAVORITE combination)… I hand him my ID and ticket, he looks it over and smiles at me. my heart melted! He hands them back to me along with a piece of paper. I quickly stuff them in my pocket, get through security and hop on the train to the D gates. Once I’m there I pull the piece of paper out of my pocket. On it there was his name, Martin, his phone number, and “You down for a pump n dump before your flight? Text me!” I am always down for a pump n dump! Before leaving home I had prepped myself just in case! I quickly texted him “fuck yeah where can we meet?!?!?!?” He replied with “Boy turn around, I saw the poppers when scanning your bag and I followed you hoping you’d message me! There’s a discreet handicapped bathroom with a locking door around the corner, meet me there” Sure enough, I turned around and there he was! We locked eyes and he gave a slight head motion to the right, turned around, and started to walk towards the handicapped bathroom. I felt like the vampires in twilight when it comes to their speed and quickly rushed to follow him! Around the discreet corner I met him. He grabbed my hand, led pulled me into the bathroom, and after we entered he put a sign on the door that said “out of order” and locked it behind us. Once inside he grabs my hands, pushes me up against the wall, and kisses me so deeply, so passionately! He said “boy, the moment I saw you in my line I got hard knowing I wanted to breed you, gift you with my seed… my POZ seed!” I almost melted and said “fuck yeah daddy, I want you to load me up and breed me!” As we’re passionately kissing, we pull each others clothes off and standing there, each wearing NP jocks. His was black, mine was red. Just above his throbbing 8” cock was the tattoo I had come to love, the biohazard symbol! I ruffle through my bad and pull out my poppers. He turns me around so I’m facing the wall, he gets down and eats my ass, practically tongue fucking my hungry, hairy hole. I take about 8 hits of poppers, 4 in each nostril and am begging him to breed me! He stands up, spits on his cock, and pushes it against my hole. “You want daddy’s POZ cock don’t you boy” he whispers into my ear. “Fuck yeah daddy, breed my NEG hole” I whisper back. “You on PrEP boy?” he asks? “No daddy, I want to join the brotherhood” I say. I take a few more hits of poppers and push back on his throbbing BB cock and he pushing forward into me. Suddenly I feel him slide in. My hole was already pre lubed with the hope I’d get fucked soon. He slides his 8” fat python cock into me balls deep. He holds it there for a moment and whispers into my ear “that’s daddy’s good boy, a nice lubed up slut ready to take my BB load!” His cock had just the right curve to where he was pushing up against my prostate and I start to drip PC like crazy! His right hand grabs me by the throat, his left hand pushing my back into the wall, he pulls almost all the way out, then rams his cock back in! I let out an indescribable moan of pleasure, and he starts fucking me. “Ohhhhhh fuck, fuck me, harder daddy, yeah, use that NEG hole to satisfy you!” “Fuck yeah boy, this ass is MINE! Fuck, it feels so good! That’s it, push back hard on daddy’s dick! Milk that POZ cum out of me” He then starts piston fucking me for about 15 minutes then releases his right hand from my throat, grabs me by the hair and forced the side of my face info the wall while still using his left hand to push my upper body into the wall. He is ramming my HARD and I start to feel him tense up and growl as I push back hard on his dick. Finally I felt him start to shoot his load in me. As he’s doing so, my semi hard cock shoots a fat load right onto the bathroom wall. That caused my hole to tense up and clench around Martins dick, milking it as hard as I could, which only made him shoot more POZ seed into my thirsty hole! By now, we’re both panting like animals and he keeps his dick in me, his sweaty chest on my sweat back. He pulls my head around with his right hand and kisses me. “Fuck that was so good, this is the first time I’ve ever shot hands free” I say. He looks over and sees the waterfall of cum I shot into the wall. He scoops some up into his mouth, swashes it around in his mouth, swallows it, then kisses me. By then I feel his getting soft and ready to pull out of my hole. I clench as tight as I can when he finally pulls out, milling every last drop out of him as possible. When he finally does, he turns me around, grabs my hands and holds them over my head while he kisses me. My body is practically shaking, I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life! He whispers into my ear “Now you’re mine boy, always and forever. When you come back, I’ll be waiting. Your new life with me begins next week. I will allow you to keep your job, stay in contact with your family, and let you provide for those who depend on you. At the end of the day though, you’ll come home to me, your new daddy. I’m POZ but not currently medicated. I’ve waited years to convert the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, and that’s you!” All I could do was look him in the eye and say “yes daddy, I hope you were successful in knocking me up!” He said “good boy, now get dressed and while you’re in Sacramento, take as many loads as you can. When you come back we’ll go to the Poly clinic in downtown Seattle and have a special test run to see if the DNA from POZ load I gave you matches mine. If it does, I’m your daddy, if not, I’m your step daddy. Either way, you’re mine. I know where you live, where you work, and everything else about you.” With that, he gave me a passionate kiss, got dressed and left. Told me to wait a few minutes before I walked out too. And, that his load was to stay in me. I happily agreed and said no load I take ever leaves me. He gave me this evil grin and walked out. I got dressed and walked outa few minutes later. Then waited in line to board my flight.
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I had looked through the online portfolios of all the artists in the tour to see if any had a gay erotic slant to their work. No luck. I'd just received disturbing blood test results the week before. We live in a rural area and I needed gay contact, at least a hot hookup to lift my mood. I wasn't ready to tell my partner who'd grown to be more like a critical brother than a lover over the years. Two of the portraits of male artists caught my eye. One looked Mexican, I love a dark skinned man,and this guy had a sweet looking face. The other had a cute boyish face and engaging twinkle in his eyes. They made it into my list of five stops. The oil paintings at our first stop were very bold, lots of layers and depth. Very good but nothing that grabbed and held my attention. Stop two were landscape watercolours, again technically excellent, but not my thing. Stop three was a farm house on a sheep ranch. Again watercolours, but this time of animals. At least in the first showroom. This was the guy whose promotion picture had the twinkle in his eyes. He greeted us on our arrival. 6 feet, slim, dressed in bluejeans and a simple white low cut v-neck t-shirt exposing a nicely muscled chest with a moderate whisp of dark hair. And his handsome face had those twinling eyes, which I hoped were communicating something about his sexual orientation. My partner and I had a great time chatting him up and our gaydars were firing at full tilt. He asked if we would like to see his more private collection and called his partner to watch the main exhibit as he showed us the way to the back closed in portch. Here beautifully displayed was the work I had been looking for when I researched this tour. Beautiful watercolours of handsome naked men, and groups of men engaging in orgies of sex. I noticed immediately there was no hint of condoms in these paintings, not even the obvious penetration depictions. My prick began to respond and I hoped he and my partner didn't notice. Well at least my partner. We hadn't had sex in years, agreed to an open relationship; but, mostly 'don't ask, don't tell'; which left me feeling like I was cheating to even use porn, let alone fuck around. Twinkle eyes clearly had noticed and increased the flirtatiousness of his banter especially toward me. Did I mention he subtlety touched his crotch? We talked about the art, Broadway plays, and sheep farming before he asked if I wanted to see the new batch of lambs out in the barn. 'He only had one extra pair of rubber boots, he could take my partner out after me if he wanted. ' Twinkle eyes and I were no sooner in the barn and his tongue was down my throat. When he pulled away his words raced out, "Give me a blow job, we don't have much time. " I deep throated his 6.5 inch dick and sucked with everything I had. He moaned and one of his hands was making it's way under my belt. I loosened my belt and opened my jeans. "Comando. As I expected when I first saw your bulge grow." , as he pushed a finger in my hole. "Fuck, I need this hole. Condoms are in the house but you don't need those do you. " as he released his boner from my mouth. "No, never use them!" I spat. " You tested lately?" Him spinning and bending me. "Yup" me And his hard raw cock had already penetrated my hole. He fucked me like there'd be no tomorrow, and soon blasted deep into my ass. Before I could say "Hey you " he was feltching the load and snowballing to me. " Lube my ass" he slurpped. I swallowed his cum, no hardship for me, and said "Not a good idea." As he was lining my cock up with his ass, "You tested lately." As my raw dick head penetrated his ring, "I'm positive." His hot ass felt amazing as he pushed on deeper. I'm not a great top and as often happens my ball sack was already unloading painting the walls of his gut. "Sorry man, sorry!" "Fuck yeah man, did you cum? Plunge and dump? I love it we need to get back inside." "OK, you must be on PreP?" "I live in the country, I rarely get a chance to get fucked. Why would I be on PreP?" "You just took my unmedicated poz load up your ass. I said I was tested recently, you didn't ask the result." We were back at the portch door so he turned and pseudo whispered, "Fuck man, you might have just pozzed me?" "I tried to warn you. You better get to an emergency ward fast, they can treat you. " "Fuck man." We proceeded into the portch to find our partners deep in conversation about cooking. Conversation continued quite naturally and comfortably for some time 'til his dark handsome husband invited us to stay for lunch. My hubby jumped at this and we moved to the kitchen. Twinkle eyes led the way, followed by my hubby. I was next followed by his partner. I felt him grab my hips, push his crotch into me as he nibbled on my ear and whispered, "No fooling me, I can smell the cum in your ass. My turn next."
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An Audition for the Bare Fuck Club My boyfriend and I had fooled around behind each other's backs for some time. I knew he was getting fucked by other guys, and he knew I was fucking other guys too, but we kept it discreet and never really talked about it. I always played safe with other guys, but fucked my boy bare. I assumed that he made the guys fucking him wear condoms, especially after finding a half-empty box of rubbers in our closet. I was headed out of town for two weeks for a project and we agreed to video chat as often as possible. The first few days we chatted and caught up, and he always seemed focused and happy to see me. On the third day, he seemed distracted, like someone else was in the room. I made a joke that I didn't want to keep him from his date, and he blushed before making excuses and logging off. The next day, I jokingly asked how his date went. I was surprised when he said, “Pretty well. He fucked me good!” I still wasn't sure if he was serious, and I asked if he was well-hung. “Fuck yeah. He's got at least ten thick inches, and he knows how to use it!” My jaw dropped. My boy went on, “When he came in me, I swear I could feel it in my throat!” I was shocked that he had let some other guy breed him. I guess over the next few days, the guy came back, fucked him raw again, and gave him his load. A few days later the guy brought a friend along too. Both guys took turns at my boy's ass before they creamed his hole. My boy made sure to tell me in detail how they used him and how much he liked feeling their cum leaking out of his slack hole. I couldn't help but be turned on. The following day was my last full day out of town and he messaged me a pic of his ass full of hard dick, with cum oozing out of his ass and puddling on his top's huge hairy balls. I came hard jerking off to his photo. My boyfriend met me at the airport and told me he had a fresh load simmering in his gut as he drove us home. As soon as we were inside, we tore off each other's clothes. Right there in the hallway, I had him bent over the staircase railing with his jeans at his ankles and spread his cheeks. I knelt down and slipped my tongue into his loosened hole. I was rewarded with a dollop of cum. I spit it onto my dick and forced my way into his cummy hole. There was a froth of cum forming around my cock as I pounded his ass. He moaned with pleasure as I added my cum to the mix already deep in his belly. We fucked again before going to bed that night. As he cuddled with me before drifting off to sleep, he told me how glad he was that I was ok with other guys fucking him raw. I honestly told him how much it turned me on, and that I would love to watch him get fucked and take some stranger's load. A few days later, my boy arranged for his ten-inched friend to come by to breed him after work. My boy met Joe at the door and kissed him hard before welcoming him into our living room. Joe extended his man-paw and shook my hand. He was HOT. Six foot tall, in tight jeans and a t-shirt that stretched over his powerful frame. He had a trim beard and a tuft of silver chest hair peek out of the collar of his shirt. He wrapped his muscled arms around my boy's frame and lifted my boy's shirt off. My boy started chewing Joe's nipples through the shirt as he unbuckled Joe's jeans and shucked them to the floor. Out plopped a beautiful hardening cock. My boy expertly deep-throated Joe's tool as he fished out his own dick. When Joe was fully hard and his cock shining with spit, he flipped my boy over the arm of the sofa. He jammed his bare cock without warning into my boy's raw ass. I was mesmerized as I watched Joe's powerful ass ram into my boy's body. I fisted my own cock as I watched Joe pump away. My cock was oozing pre-cum as I watched Joe's pace quicken. I crept closer to watch Joe's dick plow my boy bare. All the while, my boy was whimpering, “You gonna breed me, you sick fuck? Gonna give me your load? Gonna fill that hole?” Each time, Joe grunted back, “Fuck yeah, man. Gonna fill you up!” As Joe's pace sped up, his shirt crept higher on his muscled ass revealing a small black tattoo. My heart stopped as I recognized the symbol to mean BIOHAZARD. This hunk fucking my boy's bare ass was POZ! I wanted to cry out to let my boy know the danger he was in, but before I could say anything, Joe threw his head back and growled as he pumped his toxic seed into my boy's bare hole. I was silent until I realized that I had blown my load all over the floor. Joe withdrew his cock with a squishy plop and grabbed the back of my head. He forced my face into the diseased seed leaking from my boy's hole. I couldn't help but lap it up. I was about to swallow when he pulled me to my feet and drove his tongue into my mouth, sucking out and swallowing his own POZ cum. My boy collected himself and asked me if watching him get fucked bare was everything I thought it would be. I gestured to the puddle of my cum on the floor to answer and he dove down to lick it up. Joe excused himself to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and I took the chance to ask my boy if he had seen Joe's tattoo. He told me frankly that he had, and he knew what it meant, and that he was willing to take the risk of POZ seed if that meant he got more loads. I was still trying to process that my boyfriend had been knowingly taking POZ cum in his ass, and was planning on continuing, when I realized that Joe had come back into the room. Joe smirked at my naivety and asked if I was okay with what had just happened. I told him that I knew he was taking loads, but didn't know he was fine taking POZ loads. He told me that it was a natural progression, and taking POZ cock was bound to happen sooner or later if a bottom didn't demand his top use a condom every time. Even though I knew I should be outraged, my cock was telling a different story. I was rock-hard and drooling pre-cum. Joe reached out and stroked my dick, asking if we wanted to hear about a club he was in. My boy and I were all ears. Joe told us that he belonged to the Bare Fuck Club, an exclusive audition-only group of guys who liked to give and take raw loads. Some were POZ, but most were NEG. For these guys, it was about cum, not status. Every member agreed to a no-questions-asked / no-loads-refused policy. My boy was panting at the thought of being in such a club. He asked Joe what the audition entailed. Joe said he would put us in touch with the audition committee and they would be in touch. A few days later, we were sitting together in our living room, waiting for two strangers to come over and meet with us. I knew from their message that at least one of us would have POZ seed in our holes before the night was through. To be continued...
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Jonathan and Craig were a cute mid twenties couple. Craig dark hair green eyes swimmers build. A nice round ass a 7 inch cock. That kept Jonathan happy. Jonathan was a red head. Tone flat ass and a nice nine inch cock. However, Jonathan being a total bottom frustrated Craig who was a verse top. Craig had a meth problem as a teen. But got his life together. He and Jonathan met at college. And hit it off. After they graduated. They found great jobs and a place to live. Two doors down lived their neighbor Stan. He was in his early sixties. Lanky with balding grey hair who was also addicted to meth and positive with a high viral load. He secretly lusted after Craig and wanted to share his seed with him. As luck would have it. Jonathan was going away on business for a few days. Craig would be working but have a couple of days off. Stan was friendly with both men. When Jonathan said to Stan. “Keep an eye on him.” Stan invited Craig over for dinner. Craig accepted. “Stan, thank you for dinner.” “It’s much appreciated.” “No problem Craig.” “You want to stay and watch a movie?” Craig said sure. During the course of the movie Stan pulled out his pipe. Which surprised Craig. “Maybe I should go.” “I don’t do meth anymore.” Stan was surprised about this revelation, and thought he could use it to his advantage. “You don’t have to smoke.” “I won’t either.” Stan deliberately left the pipe out. Knowing Craig would eventually want to take a hit. After an hour had gone by Craig without taking his eyes off the pipe. Said “one hit couldn’t hurt.” Stan handed him the pipe and the lighter. One hit became ten and both men were high as kites. Stan put on some gay porn and started to put his hand underneath Craig’s shirt, rubbing his back. Craig being high didn’t mind it and was hard and it didn’t go unnoticed by Stan. Who started stroking his own dick. Pulling down his pants and underwear. Craig was surprised to see how big Stan’s dick was. Without thinking Craig took off his own clothes and started sucking Stan’s cock
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I’m going to try posting shorter one-off stories. If this is your thing, let me know. Sunset Walks with my Slutty Boy On vacation last summer, we were staying in a furnished apartment and liked to explore by foot to really get to know our small city. We would go on long lazy afternoon walks and explore different neighborhoods. We were far from saints and fooled around together in the darkroom and a sex club more than once. My boy had started PrEP, but stopped after it disagreed with his kidneys. I decided to stay off it too, and used condoms with other guys. Shortly after arriving, he got a text from a buddy, and it turned out he’d tested positive for an STI. My boy confessed that he’d let this guy breed him a few times. We had to sort out how to get to a clinic in a foreign country that didn’t take our insurance. Anyway, long story short, he tested positive too and was given pills to take for ten days. Until then, if we wanted to fuck, we were advised to wear condoms. We both have healthy sex drives, but I noticed a change in my boy. Even playing safe with me, and avoiding bareback sex with other guys for the time being, he was horny. He rolled his shorts up higher and was clearly checking out other guys as we went around the town. About a week into our stay, we went out for our walk a little later than usual. We must have lost track of time, but decided to have a lovely evening anyway and I bought a bottle of champagne to enjoy sunset. We headed briskly to a park to watch the sunset and toasted. I was surprised by how dark European parks and streets can be after dark, and even with the late summer light, it got dark quickly. In the dusk, we walked back to our place, slightly tipsy. Going through a dimly lit path, I noticed a few men standing around. I saw a used condom on the walkway and realized it was a cruising ground. We were giggling, and my boy thought it would be fun to pull me into the bushes. I asked him if he came here often, and he replied, ‘no, but maybe I should!’ Under the branches, there were two guys fucking, and a bottom leaning against the tree trunk spreading his ass cheeks. I whispered that we could put on a show, but it’d have to be safe and the other guys should just watch. My boy nodded and then tore my pants off. He handed me a condom from his back pocket and a tube of lube. I asked if he always came prepared and he responded, ‘Only while playing safe,’ and winked at me. I knew he was just getting over that STI, so I wrapped up my dick as he pulled his pants to one ankle and laid on the dirty ground and pulled his legs up, exposing his hole. His ass was surrounded by used cum-filled rubbers strewn amongst the tree roots. I sank balls deep until the latex ring on my cock was kissing his asshole. A few guys ambled over and jerked off as I safely railed my cheating slutty boyfriend. He gazed up at me with a hypnotized look and muttered, ‘I love this. I want to take all of their cum. I love taking cum and I need it.’ I asked if he wanted me to pull the condom off and he just bit his lip. ‘Fill me up,’ he shouted. I started to pull out to remove the condom, but he wrapped his legs around me. I came immediately and filled up the reservoir and began to pull out. He pulled at the rubber until it popped off of my cock and flew onto the ground. My boy grabbed a warm steaming rubber, leaking fresh cum and poured it into his open cunt just as I realized that the condom he’d grabbed was not mine. My jaw dropped as he relished the feeling of cum seeping into his guts. When I held my condom up, he grinned and nodded to me. That night, I emptied six strangers’ used condoms into his unprotected hole. As we struggled to get dressed, his jeans were immediately soaked through as several loads dripped from his pussy. We fell asleep that night with my bare cock pressed against his sticky crack. The next day, I started to pack our stuff for an afternoon walk and he stopped me, suggesting ‘maybe we should have another moonlight toast?’ We went back every night for the rest of our trip, and made sure to go to a clinic as few days after getting home.
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I guess the neighborhood piano bar wasn’t the most adventurous choice for my scandalous night out, but it was a step I hadn’t taken before. My wedding ring was in my pocket, the first time I’d taken it off for any purpose other than what you’d expect. Here I was in San Diego, fresh off my successful conference presentation, all the pressure off and a few more days of seminars and social gatherings to look forward to. After a brief meet and greet with those who had attended my talk, there had been an early dinner. Standard academic stuff, I’d been through it many times before. But this was my first time traveling alone since I’d gotten married. Jake and I have been together for 10 years, and finally made it legal last year. He’d always had the flexibility to travel with me when I went to these meetings, but his new job made that impossible this time. So here I was all alone, and all the things I’d fantasized about so many times were now eminently possible - if I was willing to make them happen. The man across the bar raised his glass, and invited me over to his table with a smile and a nod. He was by far the hottest guy in this quiet joint, looked to be late-30s, great body hiding under his business attire, brown hair and olive skin - with strong features and a killer smile. I’d never been to this bar before - I’d visited the city many times for business, but could never bring myself to go out, both because work always kept me busy but also because my boyfriend, now husband, was no doubt sitting at home, lonely and missing me. Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about going out, having the kind of fun my commitment wouldn’t allow me to have. I’d thought of little else for years. I love what I have so much, but the desire for variety, for exploring a new body, it consumes me. I’d suggested three-ways, or opening our relationship, but my husband is just not into it. And until now, I’d just accepted that as the price of admission for being with him. Even now, sitting in this bar and considering walking over to the handsome man flirting with me, I’m just exploring. Dipping my toe in the pool. Trying out what it feels like to be out in a gay bar alone for the first time in so many years. Maybe enjoying the attention of a man or two, but not seriously considering going any further. I’m a married man, very happily so. This is just some innocent fun. As I pushed away from the bar, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the counter. I looked good, if I do say so myself. I’m no gym rat, but I keep myself in good shape, lifting and running a few times a week, staying active on the weekends hiking and biking. In that transition phase between 20-something boy and 40-something daddy type. My face had certainly earned its share of compliments, and I saw more than a few men in the bar take note of the way my ass looked in the jeans I’d put on back at the hotel. Even still, I was surprised a man as gorgeous as the one I was approaching had cruised me. Just my insecurities talking - it had been years since I’d been in this position, almost 10 years to be precise. My husband and I had met on the dance floor of a club in our town and had scarcely been apart since, other than my work trips. We fell in love fast and hard, moved in together, and were married the minute it became legal in our state. I don’t regret it for one second - well, except for that part about craving something new. But that happens in all relationships, right? “Have a seat,” the stranger said, flashing that thousand-watt smile. “I haven’t seen you here before. Not that I come here all that often, either. Are you from around here?” A brief pause, considering how honest I wanted to be here. I could easily spin a tale about myself and invent a reality that would serve the fantasy I was exploring. Or I could just say, “No, I’m visiting for work. Husband is back home while I’m stuck in a hotel in yet another strange town. Thought I’d come out and enjoy a drink and the local scenery.” I caught his eye and grinned at the corniness of the line I just delivered as he started to laugh, blushing mildly. “How about you?” “I live just down the street, but haven’t been here more than a handful of times in the past six years. I’m newly single, you see, and my ex wasn’t one for the bars. I’m not either, if I’m being honest. But I thought it was probably time for me to get out again and see if I might find some connection, you know? My breakup really took a toll on me, and I haven’t been very sociable lately. And now I’m sharing way too much information with a total stranger. Sorry about that. I’m Anthony, by the way.” “I’m Joey, and please don’t apologize! You don’t know how happy I am to just have a normal conversation instead of cheesy pickup lines or a bunch of small talk. I’ve been at the bar for half an hour and had to shoo away a few young twinks and an obvious alcoholic barely able to speak. I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my room and watched some Netflix. Please, tell me more.” “Well, to be honest I’d rather not talk much more about it right now. Like I said, it was pretty brutal on me, and if it’s OK with you, we could talk about pretty much anything else. It’s best not to dwell too much on the past, and instead think about moving forward and moving on.” Again with that amazing smile, melting me and giving me a jolt up and down my body - a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. That feeling when you meet someone new, the chemistry, the intrigue. I had it in spades with this man. Dangerous, this feeling - but thrilling, and so I pressed on. We spent the next two hours at that table, exchanging stories, talking about sports and politics and music and everything but our relationships. I bought the next round, then he got the next. Each time, he moved a bit closer, spent a bit more time looking in my eyes, laughed a bit more sincerely at my corny jokes. His hand made its way to my thigh under the table, and I didn’t remove it. In fact, my hand went onto his, and we continued to talk and laugh and just BE with each other, so comfortable and easy, it was scary and wonderful. He brought my hand up on to the table and was running his thumb over my ring finger. He confessed, “I have to tell you, I noticed the tan line from your ring when I ordered my drink at the bar earlier. I thought a married guy like you might be easier to talk to than someone obviously on the prowl in a dark bar, you know? But as soon as our conversation began, I knew I was in trouble. Because you are such an incredible man. I never expected to spend the entire evening lost in your eyes, but here we are. Last call is approaching, and the last thing in the world I want is for this night to end.” A beat. A pregnant pause as I assessed my options. I had tucked my husband into bed before heading to the bar. He was fast asleep in our bed, content and assuming that I would be bored in my hotel room, as had been the case on so many of my work trips. Yet here I was, reveling in a connection like I hadn’t felt in 10 years. My wedding ring in my pocket, the first time I had ever taken it off with the intent of deceiving someone that I was single. And instead, that decision brought me to the beautiful man in front of me, a man so charming and sexy it almost hurt to look at him. And as I considered the possibility that I would go home with him, I realized he was too good to be true - a man just out of a long-term relationship, stepping out for the first time since, and about as low-risk as you could expect, if you’re considering cheating on your husband, but wanting to be sure you were safe. “Then let’s not let it end here,” I said before I allowed myself to chicken out. He stood, holding fast to my hand, and led me out of the bar. It was a pleasant evening, and we walked hand-in-hand the three blocks to his apartment, the sexual tension between us palpable. On the stairs in front of his building, he turned before unlocking the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. Something about the romantic gesture, on the street on a beautiful evening, making out with a gorgeous man before heading into his apartment - I was about to burst from the fluttering in my stomach, the nervous energy building and making me do things I told myself I wouldn’t do. Tonight was supposed to be a bit of innocent fun, and here I was on the precipice of cheating on my husband. And I wanted nothing more than for this man to take me upstairs and continue this incredible evening.
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I've always loved cheating in relationships, I've cheated on every partner I've ever had and in turn I think they've pretty much all cheated on me, and I have no problem with this. Have any regular cheaters been in open relationships, and if so, have you found the "away leg" of fucking less enjoyable if your partner has given it the green light.
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Disclaimer: if you don’t like cheating stories then leave. I don’t need your input. I’ve posted a few stories on here before about how I love to cheat on my husband. And believe me, he doesn’t cheat. I’m not sure if he knows that I do or not. He’s caught me a while back and I’ve said I’d stop but I haven’t. We’ve recently started playing with other guys while we are together. We have one regular but have had 2 others stop by as well. It’s been fun—super hot watching my husband suck someone else’s dick and get bred. He begs for it and I know he wants it, which is why I wish he’d just let us play separately. With the holiday this week, I was off work. He had to work a few extra days, but I invited our buddy over. Since my husband works from home, this worked perfectly. While my husband was working, he could take some time and join in with me and our buddy so he wasn’t technically shut out of the fun. But what was so hot about this was when me and our buddy were alone together. I’ve hooked up with this guy before. He’s a married bear, slightly older than both my husband and I. It’s been 10 years since he’s bred me but it’s like it was yesterday. And now it’s super hot watching my husband makeout with him and ride his cock. My husband told me I can play separately while he’s at least in the other room but I’m going to see if this guy wants to fuck alone at his place. So fucking hot.
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Been a lurker for a while, here's a confession: Since I turned 17, and started meet up with guys, I've primarily been a bottom. Only in the last 2 years, have I started topping; would consider myself versatile at this point. Was in a relationship from June last year (2021), cute bottom who from the beginning let me fuck bareback. The sex was pretty good, enjoyed his hole and stretching him out. I have a good friend who's been fucking me since I was 18, always cums bucketfuls inside me. Chunky bear, who’s got a great kong and thick cock. During the initial few months of the relationship, me and my friend were strictly friends without any fun. However, one day, whilst over a coffee at his house, we made eye contact for at least 10 seconds. Next thing I know we were kissing, letting our hands wonder over his body. We were both hard instantly, I groped his crotch and found out for myself. He stood up and undid his pants, letting them fall to his ankles and sat back down. He started jerking his cock, and looking at me. Feeling the submissive bottom inside stir, I got onto my knees between his legs and sucked his cock. He knew about my relationship and must've enjoyed how spontaneous this situation was. I sucked his big dick, savouring the old familiar taste. His balls are huge, easily the size of a small fist, I massaged them whilst I swallowed plenty of his precum. My boyfriends cock is decent but not enough for me to gag, my friends however easily was big enough to make me choke and I loved the feeling. Finally, he moaned, shoved my head down onto his shaft and held me there whilst he unloaded down my throat. Half way through he let me go and painted the inside of my mouth with his load. I sat back on the sofa and he went to town on my cock and made me cum. We arranged to meet a week later, no talk of what we did last time. Just another coffee catch-up. But in preparation to what I thought would happen, I prepared my arse for a good pounding. Unlike last time, he brought me inside and immediately stared kissing me. I returned the kiss and we snogged in his porch for a while. Gesturing to the stairs, I made my way up and got myself naked on his bed. He followed suite and I noticed the bottles of poppers in arms reach. We resumed kissing, our hands targeting our hardening cocks and we jerked eachother till we were both hard. His hand venture further down till he circled my hole and stared probing it with his digit. He didn't get far, and whilst I enjoyed being stretched out for the first time it did hurt; he quickly applied spit and returned to fingering me. I kept jerking him off, precum covered his cock, whilst making out with him. He kept upping the number of fingers till he could just about get three inside me. He menuvred himself so my legs were over his shoulders and he had access to my now slight-stretched hole. He rimmed me for a while, his tongue knew exactly how to pleasure me and get my hole ready. He lowered my legs and shuffled forwardward till his cock was pressing up against his hole. His cock had been producing precum none stop whilst in the bedroom and it now came in useful as pressed into me. He pushed inside me, got the poppers and shoved it under my nose. Obideny I took a few huffs, his cock edgint forward inside me. He took some himself and hilted inside me. Pushing my legs back, he began to hammer his cock inside me. I knew how to get him off, and started playing with his nipples and squeeze my arse around his cock. Eventually, he picked up the pace and mercilessly fucked my arse sore. He came, and I felt every throb as he deposited his cum inside me. We cuddled and kissed afterwards, I took so much poppers I couldn't cum but I went home and push out all his cum and ate it. My bf and I broke up in December and I've been taking his cock since.- 1 reply
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When I got home, she was there, curled up in a ball, with her panty-covered crotch prominently displayed to be seen just as I entered our bedroom. I leaned forward and knelt on the bed. She warmly cooed and pulled her legs tighter up to her chest. The shift in position was enough to press her panties right against her puffy pussy lips. As I took in the sight and the scent, I noticed moisture oozing through the gusset. Wetness was oozing out of her pussy and pressing into the cloth. I pulled the fabric away a bit and saw her pussy, red and inflamed, clearly freshly fucked. I spread her thighs further apart to see the opening of her sex. Peeking out, just barely, was the open end of a condom. The rest was inserted completely inside her. She seemed tightly clenched down on it. I gently shifted the waistband down a bit, and she scooted as if to help me get them off her. She was still ‘asleep,’ but was clearly enjoying this. She had arranged me to see this upon coming home. I gently touched the part of the rubber I could see. I grasped it and tugged a bit. This condom was deeply imbedded inside her. I tugged harder and she moaned. I put my face up to her crotch and inhaled. She smelled like sex. I closed my teeth onto the edge of the condom and pulled backwards. She relaxed her pussy a bit and it slowly pulled forwards. I kept oozing out of her as she drooled fluid. Finally, I had it all the way out and held it up to the light. It was a big size and there had to be a tablespoon of fresh warm cum inside the tip. At that moment she turned her head towards me. She touched her mound and whimpered. She spoke first. ‘Do you like your surprise?’ I nodded in reply. She smiled at me and spread her thighs apart, showing me her freshly fucked pussy. It was red, angry looking. I saw her sticky lips part and reveal a dark hole where her last fuck had recently pulled out, leaving only his fertile seed and a thin layer of latex inside her. She rolled over onto her knees and shook her beautifully firm ass at me. Her pussy peeked at me as her cheeks jiggled. I laid the condom down across her lower back, careful to put the open end at the top. I lined my bare cock up to her cunt and teased her fleshy lips. She pushed back and swallowed my cock. I let her saw herself back and forth on my dick. I felt the mixture of her wetness and my precum sloshing inside her. It looked so hot seeing her fuck herself on my cock. I noticed that the empty rubber inches away from her clit was longer than my cock. Whoever had fucked her was hung. As she rocked herself on my cock, the rubber started to slip towards the spot where my cock entered her. The tip of the reservoir touched my cock. I paused and told her the rubber was at her pussy. She groaned and whispered, ‘fuck it back into me.’ I did as asked and pushed the cum-filled condom into her opening. Up until now, she’d been fucking herself on my dick. Now it was my turn. I eased my hips forward until I was balls deep. This dragged the condom nearly all the way inside her. Now the open end was lined up with the base of my cock. The open condom was arranged just as it had been when I’d found it. As I pounded her, her tightness forced her lower’s fresh load further up inside her. His warm cum oozed out of the open condom and onto my shaft. ‘Babe,’ I asked. ‘If I keep going, I’ll be putting his cum inside you. Is it a safe time or should I stop?’ She froze on my dick, holding perfectly still as a glob of creamy white jizz poured onto my cock. ‘What do you want, babe?’ She nodded her head, facing into the mussed pillows. ‘Put his cum in me.’ Stroked her lower back as I pulled out. The condom was nearly empty, and my cock was covered in seed. I put the condom right above her ass crack, with the open end dangerously close to her heaving cunt. I stroked my cock, covering my head and shaft in her lover’s seed. I aimed my cock at her pussy. She backed up just as I thrust forward, forcing someone else’s cum into her. We wildly fucked each other, on a high knowing what we were doing was so nasty, so wrong. I railed her cunt, picking up speed as I approached orgasm. She could tell. ‘Where do you want me to cum, babe?’ She clenched down, bringing me even closer to the brink. I continued, trying to make sure she got whatever she wanted. ‘If I keep going, you’ll be filled with two loads. If I pull out, it’ll just be his inside you.’ She shook her head. She breathlessly moaned, ‘I want you to cum… I want you to cum… on my ass!’ I pulled out and shot my seed all over her butt. She shook with a deep orgasm. Her pussy winked open and closed at me as a torrent of her lover’s cum poured out of her. She moaned a deep ‘thank you,’ and fell back asleep.
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Today, I found out that a previous friend with benefits of mine is getting married with a woman via Facebook. Come as a surprise as I didn’t know he was bi. No question was asked when I sat on his bare cock. Strange that we are still connected on social media. I found European guys tend to stay connected with their fbs/ hook ups for a long time , especially comparing to Americans. Have anyone of you been surprised this way?
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I get off on knowing my bf is messaging other dudes. Looking for someone early mid 20s who would be down to bait my bf and share pics and messages you may receive! 😈
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This is a story in quite a few parts. It starts slow but ends up with lots of cheating and raw unprotected sex.
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It sounded like a great 30th birthday present from my partner Bill—a professional massage followed by some hot love making. I was down with that! Bill and I ate an early supper out at our favorite neighborhood dive and I had time for a relaxing shower before the masseuse arrived at 8. I took the liberty of getting clean and ready for some deep dicking by Bill after I was all relaxed from my massage. Jon advertized in the local GLBT rag with at least a few dozen competitors. Bill chose him because he listed his qualifications and training and didn’t feature a scantily dressed photo. I laughed at this and said what if I wanted a DEEP massage and Bill promised he would take care of that afterwards. I’ll admit it—I was horny! Jon showed up on time and set up his table in the back study of our house. Bill said he was going to watch some TV upstairs and he kissed me and told me to enjoy my birthday present. Jon said he could massage me naked or with underwear on—what ever my comfort level was. I hadn’t had a professional massage and told him I wanted the works. He smirked and winked while he said, “but, of course!” As my upper thighs were sore from working out at the gym, I asked if I could start on my back. Certainly he said as he turned on a CD with soft music on his little boom box and adjusted the lights low so I could be totally relaxed. Jon was good! He covered my naughty bits with a towel when he was working elsewhere and he quickly had me relaxed and very pliable. I guess massage can be hard work because I noticed he slipped out of his sweat pants to gym shorts and took off his short sleeve shirt to reveal a wife beater and an amazing chest—heck, the whole package was mighty nice! I tried to not pay attention to him as I turned over to my stomach. He worked my back over very well and I got so relaxed my right arm slide off the table. He changed position and stood on my right side—my arm was lightly in contact with his sizzling body. My head was within the opening in the table so it could remain lined up and not turned one way or the other. All I could see was the floor but my awareness seemed to spike. There was something in that simple connection between his body and my arm and his strong hands kneading me that made me feel very alive. He started working the small of my back and pressed against my arm a little closer. I was aware that my dick was reacting to this and a sigh slipped out. He reached down to grab my hand and place it back on the table. I missed the contact immediately, but his hands started working my ass and that caught my attention. I love my ass massaged by Bill, but Jon was like a bread maker working stiff dough. Whether it was right or not, I spread the legs to give him easier access. I was so in tune with this feeling of bliss. I could hear Jon’s steady breathing over the soft music. My own breathing was deep and I was in heaven. A soft moan slipped out of my mouth as he made me more pliant than I had ever been. He worked one leg and then the other—my ass still exposed and legs spread. When he worked the point where my legs connected with my ass, I could feel precum dripping out of me and I sighed and spread my legs a bit more. Jon’s slick oiled hands worked me like no one had before. It wasn’t exactly sexual, but I was harder than a rock and was started to pant a bit. He poured a bit more oil in his hands and was now working between my cheeks. When his fingers finally strayed against my hole I gasped out loud. Was this a massage or a seduction? I was monogamous with Bill, but I was so fucking turned on and relaxed that I couldn’t make a move to stop whatever Jon wanted. It was pretty obvious that I was enjoying this special attention. My ass clenched and relaxed in time with Jon’s ministrations. Jon said he was getting rather warm and I could hear him pulling off his shirt and perhaps slipping his shorts off. I wasn’t sure. All I knew is that I was so turned on! Jon’s next move surprised me. I felt his 5 o’clock scruff against my right ass cheek. He was just rubbing up and down my cheeks and I instinctively flexed my free hand against him. He was naked! He grabbed my hand and led it to what felt like a log between his legs. I groaned as I squeezed it and he now started licking my crack. I thrust against him and started milking his mighty tool as he started eating my hole. I was now moaning and was disappointed when he broke the connection. That disappointment quickly faded as I felt him climb on the table and he grabbed my ass cheeks hard and started tongue fucking and finger fucking me. My ass was as spread as it could be and I was scooting up a bit with my ass to give him better access. He moved up further and I could feel his dick against my ass. I was a bit nervous now. I hadn’t cheated on Bill before and taking an unknown man’s dick bare was not safe! As he slid his drooling shaft up and down my crack, he reached under and pinched my nipples. I moaned anew and he started nibbling and talking in my ear. He told me that he wanted to give me the ultimate birthday present. I didn’t say a word, just felt him pressing against my slightly open hole. He kept talking and said that Bill thought a deep massage would spice up his and my sex life. I finally told him I didn’t want to get caught and this wasn’t very safe. He laughed and said he wouldn’t fall off the table and hurt himself. He then said he only topped and I had nothing to worry about. He asked if I was poz and I said no pretty sharply. He said “perfect” and started pulling me up into the doggy position. I was shaking my head no even as he was lining up to penetrate me. I moaned no as he started pressing in earnest. It felt SO good to feel that thick head pop through my first ring. He stopped and continued to tweak my nipples and talk dirty to me. He told me he knew I wanted this and he was going to take me and give me what I really needed for my birthday. I groan and pushed back against him—together we worked to achieve total penetration. I liked hearing Jon’s gruff voice as he quietly spoke and got my even more turned on by his dirty talk. He asked me who was bigger—him or Bill. “You are.” I admitted. Who did I want fucking me? “You, Jon” “When we are done, I want you to shower and then fuck Bill with your hot hole—make sure he eats your ass first. I am going to make your hole really slick for Bill to enjoy—that will spice up your sex life and make me really happy that you shared this fuck with your partner.” Jon instructed. “Your ass is going to be so open and slippery from my fuck and my seed deep in you, boy! You want that, don’t you? You want to be a hole for me to breed? A receptacle for sperm? I moaned and admitted that I did. The pounding started going in overdrive! He was quietly cursing and tell me that he was going to own my ass and mark it as his own. I hadn’t read anything about pozzing talk at this point in my life so it was just a super turn on to hear that he wanted me so bad. I didn’t know what I was asking for when he started telling me what he wanted to hear from me. I was so hard as he pounded me that I begged for his seed, for him to breed my ass and make it his. “This is so hot, boy! Your partner paid to have you massaged but you are getting bred as well! 2 for 1, boy! All, right, fag boy, here comes your birthday gift—I am breeding you…now!!!” Jon rammed in as deep as he could and I could feel him jerking and spurting within me. The feeling made me shoot then and there. “Nothing finer than a boy shooting his load when he is finally bred right!” Jon sighed. He stayed in me sliding in and out as he worked his load into my receptive hole. Jon told me to keep his load in my ass so it would feel amazing for Bill later. I complied. Bill and I had great sex that night. He ate my ass and told me how relaxed and silky it was after my massage. I was hard from thinking about what he was doing and whose load he was tasting. Jon was right, Bill liked fucking my hole after Jon had bred it. A few months later I got sicker than a dog. A sense of dread filled me and later I tested poz. I couldn't find Jon's ad anymore and I had no way to contact him. I knew exactly what Jon had meant by his words! I had been bred for my birthday!
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