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[Note to readers: I wrote this story as audio porn. For fun, copy the text into a program like Word with a “read aloud” feature and listen. That way you can also edit any way you like. Have fun!] *** Hi Andy. Come on in. You must be wondering why I invited you to meet me in a hotel room. No sweetie. It isn’t that. I may be your ex-girlfriend but I’m now a happily married woman, and I don’t cheat on my husband. Besides, after our recent conversation, I couldn’t have any interest in you. After all, you confessed that you’re actually gay and you’ve been hiding it from your wife for years. I could never have sex with a gay man. It would just be too weird. But I decided I had to help you come to grips with your true sexuality. You look puzzled. Let me explain. I’ve arranged for one of my gay friends, Kyle, to meet us here. He’s going to help you explore your desire for other men. I know this is very sudden. But as a friend who loves you, I knew I had to push you to be who you really are. Trust me: this is going to be the best afternoon of your life. Let me tell you a little about Kyle. He’s really handsome, very masculine, a no-doubt-about-it top. You said you like to fantasize about bottoming for an alpha male. He totally fits the bill. Oh, one more thing: Kyle is HIV positive and he isn’t on meds or PrEP. He even has one of those tattoos. You know – the poison symbol. Of course, if you insist, he can always use a rubber. Why don’t we wait to see how it goes. He’s downstairs in the lobby. I’ll text him. While we wait, pour yourself a drink. It will help you relax. I want you to do one more thing for me. You said you have a strong feminine side. I want you to let it out today. Here – I want you to wear my watch and my engagement ring. Go ahead, put them on. Oh, how adorable! They’re so pretty. I wasn’t sure the ring would fit, but you have small hands, rather girlish. *** That must be Kyle at the door. I’ll let him in. Hi, Kyle. This is Andy. Andy, say hi to Kyle. Why don’t you two get acquainted and…oh my! That was some kiss! I guess gay men don’t waste any time when they hook up. Andy, do you want me to leave? No? Are you sure? Good. I was hoping you’d let me stay and watch. Sweetie, when you take off your clothes, please wear my watch and ring. They look so cute on you. Don’t you think so Kyle? Makes him look like a real sissy? Is it OK to call Andy a sissy? I thought that was a slur. Oh, I get it. A top can call his bottom a sissy. It’s really sexy to watch two gay men making out. I’m getting turned on like I do when I watch gay porn. I’ve always wanted to watch a man suck another man’s cock. Andy, would you please go down on Kyle for me? He does have an amazing dick. Yes, Andy, get on your knees. Oh, that’s just so precious! Andy, it seems so natural for you to have a cock in your mouth. Kyle has such a big cock. Doesn’t he, Sweetie? I know, I know – you can’t talk with a cock in your mouth. No need. I can see how much you like it. And how much Kyle likes it too. Kyle, don’t choke him! I love watching you fuck Andy’s throat but remember this is his first time. He probably just practiced on his dildo, not the real thing. I’m going to take some pics with my phone. Hope you don’t mind. Andy, I’ll send these to you later. Hope I don’t mix up your phone number with your wife’s. Just kidding, sweetie. *** Kyle why are you stopping? I was hoping to get a shot of your cum on Andy’s face. Oh. I get it: you’re going to fuck him now! OK. I’ve never seen a guy lick another man’s ass before. Andy, do you like Kyle’s tongue in your tight hole? From the expression on your face and your moaning, I guess so. My watch and engagement ring look so cute on you when you grip the pillow. Do they make you feel like a sissy? Uh-huh? Oh, Kyle stopped to get some lube. I guess he’s about to fuck you, sweetie. What? A condom? Kyle, do you have a rubber? No? Well, Andy what do you want to do? Hold my hand, sweetie, and look at me. I think you should just let it happen. Yes, I mean bareback. Don’t let the moment pass. You’ve wanted this for too long. Great decision. Go ahead, Kyle. *** No worries, sweetie. That was just his first try at penetration. Yes, Andy, Kyle is very big. I know it hurts at first. But you can do this for me. You want to, don’t you? Kyle, what should Andy do? Good. Sweetie, you heard that, right? Relax and breathe. Kyle is going to pump your cock, too as his dick pushes into you. Ooo! There it goes. I can see the head of his dick is in past your sphincter. How does that feel? It burns, huh? Very warm, too. Kinda nice. Or maybe even really nice. You like the fullness, don’t you? I thought so. I’m going to go around to Kyle’s side for some photographs. God, that’s incredible. Andy, it’s like your ass was made for Kyle’s cock. It’s incredible to see him slide so deep inside you Andy. He’s almost to the base of his cock. You’re going to love these photos. Aren’t you glad you decided to let him fuck you bareback, sweetie? I knew it. Kyle, I think he’s ready for you to go faster. Yes, that’s it. Andy, he’s really starting to pound your ass now. Don’t you feel like a little bitch? Isn’t this what you always dreamed of? Do you like it better this way, on your belly? Kyle’s weight on top of you. He’s so strong, so manly. Don't you love being so submissive to your partner? I think he’s getting close now. God, I just love the sound of his balls slapping against your ass! What a hot, sexy, sound! Fuck him, Kyle! Fuck him! Fill his cunt with your toxic seed. Oh, yes! Yes! That’s it! Can you feel that, Andy? Kyle just pozzed you. Can you feel the wetness? Don’t pull out Kyle. Let your seed impregnate him with little toxic babies. Andy wasn’t that perfect? Aren’t you happy that Kyle didn’t cover himself? That seemed like such a big load. I think you’re going to convert from just that one load. You guys probably need a little rest before you go again. I’m going to leave now, but why don't you stay together all night? Sweetie, you can give me back my ring and watch tomorrow. I can’t wait to tell my husband why I’m not wearing them. He always said he thought you were a faggot. Your wife? What about her? I know, Andy. But just text her and make an excuse. And then plan your next date with Kyle. You two make such a cute couple.
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Little did I imagine when I agreed to do a favor for a former girlfriend a few months ago that it would lead me to my first wild experience in man-to-man sex, barebacking, and the consequences. Debra and I had dated for a while in college and ended up in the Bay Area afterwards where we were both in graduate school. We were still friends, so she asked me to help her on a class assignment. As part of her training to be a sex therapist, she needed to learn about gay men and their social life. She wanted to visited a gay leather bar, but the place would not admit a woman unless she were with a male patron. She asked me to be her escort. I knew of my own strong sexual interest in men, but I had never acted upon these feelings or told her about it. Sometimes, though, women have a sixth sense about us. Debra knew more about me than she let on. When I showed up at her place, she told me she’d dress me for the leather scene. The next thing I knew I was wearing a black leather vest, studded leather wrist bands, tight faux-leather short-shorts with a removable crotch piece that extended around to my ass, and black work boots. “My, sweetie, you look like a fag,” she remarked, in a matter-of-fact tone. The word stung a bit (I certainly wasn’t comfortable with the label yet). But when I looked in the mirror, I saw a cute gay man ready to cruise looking back at me. It felt weird – odd, yes, but also very erotic. I got an erection on the spot that I had couldn’t conceal in my very tight shorts. I’m sure Debra saw it, though she didn’t say anything. We grabbed an Uber to the bar. Several men standing outside noticed me and whistled and made lewd remarks. I felt embarrassed but also really turned on. No man had ever made sexual suggestions to me and their comments made me aware of myself, or at least the parts of me they seemed to admire – my tight little ass, my slim build, and my thick, pouting lips. Once we were inside, Debra turned to me and said with a smirk, “You’re going to be very popular in here tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” And then she pulled out her notebook and pen and excused herself to do some interviews with the leather-clad gentlemen around the bar. I bought myself a beer and began to look around. Immediately I realized that I had never seen so many gorgeous men before. Most were attired in revealing leather vests, tight pants and even a few thongs, and many wore various kinds of harnesses. Some were magnificent, muscular physical specimens; others were hairy and heavyset. There were also a few who looked more like me: smaller and slimmer, with short hair and neatly trimmed beards. I took a deep breath and decided to enjoy the sights and fantasize about a couple of the hunks who caught my eye. While I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone come up from behind. Before I could turn around, a hand caressed my ass and another was wrapped around my chest. A man pressed against me from behind. I tensed up, near panic, and looked around for Debra, but she was across the room. The stranger behind me licked my ear and whispered, “Hello. What have we here: a pretty little chicken, a cherry ripe for picking. I want your ass tonight, sweet thing, and I mean to have it.” I tried half-heartedly to squirm away, but his forearm, beautiful and muscular, barred my escape. “I’m here with that woman,” I replied, looking at Debra. “She needed a guy to get her in. She’s just doing some interviews.” My captor was not impressed. “I saw who you came with, but she ain’t who you’ll be leaving with. No, boy, you and I both know you WANT to be here. You’re a bottom, a little butt boy, and I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a top before this night is out.” With that he let go and stepped away. I turned around to get a look at him as he walked around the bar. From behind he was built like a Greek god – six feet tall, rock-solid muscles, dirty blond hair under a black studded biker cap. He wore work boots, leather pants, and a harness. Studded leather bands adorned his well-defined biceps and thick wrists. Then he turned toward me and I saw that his face was as beautiful as the rest of him. His eyes were grey and he had a sexy stubble of beard. Our eyes met for a moment and I involuntarily ran my hand thru my hair, a flirting gesture I had seen many women perform. Then I tried my best to ignore him and my surging heat and desire to have him take me in any way he wanted. I looked away and checked out the other patrons. But every few minutes he’d pass by me, rest his hand on my butt, and even kiss my neck. Soon I stopped protesting. I realized I had to get out of the place soon or I’d be at his mercy and begging him to do whatever he wanted. Debra was nowhere to be seen, so I decided not to wait for her. I paid for my drink and headed for the door. My gorgeous admirer stood between me and the exit, a half-smile/sneer on his face, staring at me. I dropped my eyes but I was turned on by his gaze and felt like teasing him, too. Walking with one foot directly in front of the other, I wiggled my hips a bit. As I tried to pass him, he grabbed me. Before I knew it, he had pressed me back against the wall and he pinned my arms behind me with a powerful grip, his body pressed close to mine. I could smell the intoxicating aroma of his leather garb. His thigh found its way between my legs and my cock stiffened even more as he pressed against my crotch. I was overwhelmed by his strength and manliness, his steely grey eyes just inches from mine. “What’s your hurry, pretty boy?” he snarled. “You’ve been teasing me with your little ass all night, and now I want it.” “Let me go,” I protested weakly. “I’m not even gay.” “Then why are you still here?” he grunted. And then his mouth met mine. I tried to squirm away, to keep my lips closed, but I was helpless in his grasp. My inner desires, now bursting to the surface, took over. I stopped resisting his kiss and opened my mouth in surrender. His tongue entered, the most intense, deepest kiss I’ve ever experienced, one I never wanted to end. I sighed in pleasure and relief. With that he released his grip on my hands and embraced me. I made no effort to push him away – no, instead my hands began to explore his body, tracing the incredible muscles on his bare arms. As we made out, I sensed someone watching. I broke our deep lip-lock for a moment and turned to catch Debra staring intently at us, with a knowing look. She winked at me and smiled. I said to her, “I think I’ve found what I need here.” She replied, “The two of you look so sexy together. Do you mind if I watch what happens next?” A shiver of excitement went down my spine. My new Adonis led me by the hand through a door in the back of the bar and down some dimly lit stairs, Debra trailing behind. We had to squeeze past men making out; one guy was down on his knees happily sucking the cock of an older teddy-bear type. I realized I did not even know my companion’s name, so I asked him. “In here they call me Drummer,” he replied. “And we’ll call you Sweet Lips, because you have such a pretty mouth.” We continued through a corridor with many small rooms. Some of the doors were closed, but through the open ones I saw male couples or groups engaged in all manner of hot man-to-man sex. I licked my lips and trembled with anticipation. Drummer found an empty room. Inside, under a bare light bulb, I saw a mattress covered with cum stains and a few pillows, the walls fully mirrored. Maybe not the most romantic spot to be deflowered, but I was too turned on by the whole experience to care. Drummer wasted no time. He kissed me fiercely, then pulled back and gazed down at me. “On your knees, Sweet Lips. Let’s see what that mouth is good for.” I kneeled before him. I rubbed my face around Drummer’s crotch, inhaling again the delicious scent of leather and sweat. With my tongue I traced the outline of his dick and his balls, then I started lapping. I felt Drummer fumbling with something and suddenly a leather band went around my neck. He ordered me to look in the mirror. I wore a studded black dog collar, and he held the attached leash. I had never seen anything so sexy in my life. “Thank you,” I murmured. He yanked the chain up so our eyes met. “Say ‘Sir’ when you speak to me, Sweet Lips.” “Thank you, sir,” I replied, happy to submit, and I dropped my eyes. I resumed licking his crotch and was rewarded as the growing bulge showed his cock hardening. From somewhere within me a moan arose, my lust overwhelming all self-restraint even though Debra was right there. “Please, sir, let me taste your cock,” I heard my voice begging. Drummer grunted his approval and I pulled down his zipper. My reward was a beautiful piece of manhood – his tool was a good deal longer and thicker than my own five inches, and it curved up. The mushroom head glistened with his pre-cum. I held his cock and stared at it for a moment, finally savoring the sensation of a handful of hard male flesh that I had dreamed about for so long. Then I started to pump Drummer’s dick and brought it to my lips. I ran my tongue back and forth across the tip, reveling in my first taste of precum. Right away I knew I was hooked for life. It was delicious! I took more of Drummer into my mouth and heard him grunt his approval. His rough hands on the back of my head forced me to swallow more of his manhood, until he hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. “Breathe and relax, boy,” he commanded me. I nodded and followed his directions. I couldn’t get all of him into my mouth, but he seemed quite satisfied with my first effort. Sometimes I bobbed up and down on his dick; then I’d stop and he’d fuck my willing mouth. From his moans and quickening thrusts, I realized it wouldn’t be long before I was rewarded with my first load of warm, creamy cum. Drummer’s body tensed, his head went back, and then his dick pulsed in my mouth and spurts of cum flooded my throat as I heard him roar his pleasure. I gulped eagerly, trying not to loose a drop, but a little seeped from the corner of my mouth. Then he eased his softening shaft from my mouth and rubbed it around my face, a trail of cum anointing me into the world of cocksuckers. “Congratulations,” Debra said softly. “You did that like a natural.” Drummer pulled me to my feet by the leash and kissed me deeply, his cum and our saliva mixing. Then he directed me to strip and kneel on all fours on the mattress. As I obeyed, he removed his leather pants, so he was just wearing his harness, studded bands, and boots. I glanced back and saw it: a poison-symbol tattoo just above his crotch. I knew what it meant. I was scared and thought of backing out. But something inside me held me right there. Drummer knelt behind me. Then he smacked my bare butt, hard, and I yelped in pain and surprise. Quickly, though, I realized my mistake. “Thank you, sir,” I gasped. He spanked me again. My cock had gotten even harder. Then I felt his tongue on my behind and in my crack. He found my butthole and gave me my first rimming. The sensation of his tongue, as it penetrated my tight anus, was electric, and it sent hot flashes directly to my rigid dick. After a few minutes of this intense pleasure, Drummer paused to open a tube of lubricant. He greased up a finger and inserted it in my waiting ass. I took him easily. A second thick finger soon followed, and by then I was groaning with pleasure and dying to be fucked. “You want it, Sweet Lips?” Drummer sneered, mocking me. “You want my big poz cock in your cherry ass? Just like I told you when you first got here.” “Sir, maybe you could use a condom,” I suggested in a meek voice. “No one here uses rubbers, boy. Real men don’t cover themselves. You wanna quit now?” I looked at Debra, who said nothing. I, too, said nothing. I didn't move. Drummer laughed. “I didn’t think so. We both know this is what you want. This is what you need. In fact, you’re gonna beg me for it.” I had lost all power to resist. “Yes, sir. Please, sir. I need your cock, I need it so bad – like I’ve never needed anything.” I couldn’t believe I was saying these things, not with Debra still standing there, but I didn’t care. For me at that moment nothing in the world mattered but to feel Drummer’s cock inside me. He kneeled behind me, spread my ass cheeks with his strong hands, and pressed the head of his dick against my butthole. I felt the pressure of the slick mushroom-shaped knob and winced at the burning sensation. “You can do this, boy,” he coaxed. “Relax and push back on me.” “Yes, sir, I’ll try.” He pushed harder and I felt a stab of pain. Despite my lust, I tried to pull away. “Ow, no, it hurts too much. You’re just too big.” Drummer slapped my ass, hard, and yanked on my dog collar to remind me of my position. “There’s no turning back, Sweet Lips, if you want to be my bottom boy.” He instructed me to breathe deeply and push back. His greased hand went under me and began to stroke my stiff cock. Suddenly, with an odd but exquisite rippling sensation and soft sound, his dickhead surged passed my sphincter and into my back passage. “Oh, God, yes, yes,” I groaned, overwhelmed by the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced, the warmth and fullness radiating out from my ass so that my whole body trembled. Drummer went deeper and deeper until I felt his cock hairs brush my ass cheeks. He leaned forward and I turned my head to tongue kiss him over my shoulder, sealing our moment of intimacy forever. “Thank you, sir, thank you for taking my cherry,” I murmured between kisses. Drummer pulled out slowly, leaving just the head of his shaft inside me, then pushed in again. He repeated his strokes, sometimes faster or slower, and each thrust sent a different kind of wave thru my boi-pussy. I had never dreamed that a cock could create so many pleasurable sensations as it penetrated another human being. He pressed a thick finger against my lips and I sucked it hotly, fantasizing it was another cock. Debra came over to me and rested her hand on mine. I smiled at her and said, “He’s fucking me, Debra, he’s really fucking me. It’s incredible. Why did I wait so long? This is the manliest thing I’ve ever done.” She gave me a little peck on the cheek. “I always thought you were gay, sweetie. You belong here now.” She told me she was leaving and to have fun – as if I needed the advice! When she had gone, Drummer pulled my leash to lift my head and whispered in my ear, “No more women for you, boy, right?” “Yes, sir,” I eagerly replied, knowing I had crossed the line into male sex for good. He sneered in triumph, “You’re a bottom man who’ll take any cock up his ass. You’re a faggot, and you love it.” Now when I heard him use that word it made me feel warm and excited, and I rejoiced in my new, true identity. Drummer reached beneath me and began to stroke my cock in time to his thrusts. His hand was coated with lube and felt so smooth as he jerked me off. Before long, all the sensations – Drummer’s thick dick plowing my butthole, his coarse beard stubble rubbing against my shoulder, my glimpses of our fucking in the mirrors, his tongue probing mine, and his hand pumping my cock – sent me over the edge, bucking into a mind-blowing orgasm way beyond any sexual peak I had ever experienced. I heard a voice crying, “Fuck me, sir, yes, fuck me, oh, I’m cumming, yes, YES!” and realized it was my own. Drummer gripped me tightly, buried to the hilt, as my ass convulsed around his dick. My arms collapsed, and my face rested on my leather wrist bands. “What a ride,” he chuckled as I lay motionless and exhausted. “Thank you, sir,” I replied. Though I was spent and satisfied, Drummer still had to take care of his needs. He pulled himself from me, leaving me empty for a moment, and turned me onto my back. When he rested my ankles on his shoulder, I realized I was about to be fucked like a woman. I felt his dickhead press on my waiting fuckhole. He eased right in this time. I groaned as the sensations – the fullness, the warmth – again washed over me. I loved being able to play with his rock-hard stomach and his perfectly formed chest, to run my small hands over his thick wrists, my fingers tracing the metal studs on his wrist bands, and up his arms. I pinched his nipples and smiled at the reaction I provoked: Drummer began to long-stroke my ass. Enjoying the new pleasure of letting my partner control the pace of our fucking, I clenched my ass muscles when he was deep inside. I felt like a slut and I started to talk like one, in a strange, lisping voice. “Use my ass, sir, use it like a cunt. Fuck me all night, sir, never stop fucking it. It feels so good. More, sir, give me more.” His thrusts became faster, more urgent, more needy, until I felt one final great surge that I thought would split me apart. Pressing my legs down against my chest, Drummer kissed me deeply, his tongue plunging into my throat. I imagined the jets of his hot toxic cum shooting into the rubber deep inside me, the pulses slowly receding. I knew we had just engaged in risky sex but I didn’t care. Drummer went on kissing me for a while. I figured we were done, but he surprised me. “You were so good, Sweet Lips, now I’m going to introduce you to some of the other real men here. You’ll service them next.” I meekly agreed. Truth is, I was still so horny, I needed more. Drummer hooked my leash to a nail and left me naked on my knees. Although a couple of guys looked in, the leash told them I was someone’s property and they left me alone. A few minutes later Drummer came back with two men. One was a gorgeous surfer blonde who wore work boots and a studded leather strap around his cock and balls; the other was a bearded, older man with a round belly, powerful arms and thighs, a leather harness, and a very thick dick. Drummer introduced them: the blonde was “Beach King,” the bearded gentleman was simply “Daddy,” which seemed apt. Both also had the poison tattoo on their lower abdomen. Daddy took my leash and ordered me to lie on my back on the mattress. Without any preliminaries, he proceeded to straddle my chest and grip my head with his strong hands. “I hear you’ve developed a taste for cocksucking, Sweet Lips,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. Then he shoved his half-hard cock between my waiting lips. I opened wide to pleasure him. He thrust his manhood deep into my throat, gagging me repeatedly. As I sucked furiously, his dick became stiff and oozed salty pre-cum on my tongue. I ran my dainty hands along the backs of his large, muscular thighs, an incredible turn-on. Meanwhile, Beach King lifted my legs, pressing them against Daddy’s back, and probed my shit chute with one finger and then another. It was a strange sensation: pinned under Daddy, I couldn’t resist even if I had wanted to (and I sure didn’t want to object, as great as those fingers felt). I couldn’t even see my next anal lover. Then I felt the bulb of Beach King’s bare cockhead pressing against my sphincter and heard him grunt as he entered me. He slipped in easily, deeply, for my back passage was now used to man love. I could feel his cock strap with its studs rubbing against my ass cheeks with each inward thrust. Moans of ecstasy escaped my throat, muffled by Daddy’s cock. I was dimly aware that Drummer had come over to the mattress, too. His feet planted on either side of my head, he stood over me and offered his cock to Daddy, who swallowed it eagerly. My own dick was rock hard again from the friction of Beach King against my prostate. The room was alive with the sound of rutting men in heat and my almost-girlish moans; the smell of leather and sweat mixed with the funky aroma of my ass as Beach King plowed me for all I was worth. For me, who before this night had never had sex with more than one woman at a time, the entire scene was from somewhere beyond my wildest fantasies. Beach King came first, giving me what I wanted most, a throbbing dick shooting wads of cum inside me. Drummer followed, filling Daddy’s mouth, some cum running down into his beard. Daddy pulled himself from my mouth and ordered me to stand up. When I moved too slowly on my trembling jelly legs, he turned me around and spanked me. “Thank you, Daddy,” I promptly answered, now well-schooled to the discipline I deserved. He led me off the mattress toward a mirrored wall and ordered me to stand with my legs apart, arms braced on the rail in front of the mirror. I looked at myself in the mirror, cum on my face and hair, and saw a stranger gazing back, eyes glazed over with lust, a creature devoted to carnal pleasure. Yet I knew this was the real me, and I smiled. Encouraged by Drummer and Beach King, who stood next to us with their arms around each other, Daddy stood behind me and prepared to give my willing ass the love I craved. He held my leash and pulled my head up until we made eye contact in the mirror. The large bulb of his dickhead pushed against my anus. Though I had taken Drummer and Beach King, neither small, I hadn’t experienced anything the size of Daddy’s piece. My butthole resisted and I felt a sharp, stabbing pain. “Oh, it’s really big, sir,” I winced. “I don’t think I’m ready for it.” I should have learned by now that leather tops do not take no for an answer. Three sharp whacks on my backside brought tears to my eyes. “What did you say, faggot?” Daddy barked, and yanked on my leash. I apologized and begged him to give me the fucking I needed. He pressed his thick cock against my anus while using his right hand to pump my dick. Again I felt, almost heard, the odd rippling sensation as my back passage stretched to accommodate the enormous intruder. I gasped when the head eased past my sphincter and heard Daddy mumble, “Good boy, Sweet Lips, take it in slowly.” Though Debra had left, I imagined her staring at me again, shocked at what she had caught me doing. Somehow that thought made me relax to take Daddy in. He eased in very carefully, pausing often to let me adjust. “God, he’s a tight one,” Daddy boasted to the other men. It thrilled me to accept the challenge of being fucked by Daddy while these beautiful, masculine men looked on. I gave voice to my delight. “Ohhh, Daddy, you’re incredible. I never felt anything so wonderful in my life. I want all of you, sir, please.” In a few minutes, I felt the hairs of his crotch scratch my ass cheeks – he had buried himself inside me! Daddy began to plunge in and out. He went slowly for a few strokes, then rapidly, then slowly, concentrating on his own pleasure. I felt like the well-used fuck slut I had become, and that thought excited me. Nothing mattered to me but pleasing Daddy. Sometimes he’d pause when he was deep within me and rest his enormous bulk on my back, his warm, round belly pressed against me. Then he leaned back and said, “Get to work, fag, and show me how you can use that little butthole.” As he held still, I began to slide forward and back on his shaft, grunting each time he penetrated me to the core. Drummer and Beach King coaxed me, praising me for being such a terrific boy-slut. I reached beneath me to fondle Daddy’s heavy balls. That seemed to send him over the top. He pushed me forward, my face just inches from the mirror. “You want my toxic load, princess?” he asked. I was too far beyond caring about the risks to stop. “Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. “I need you to breed me.” Daddy thrust hard and fast, his balls slapping sometimes against my thighs, and finally gave one last lunge that felt like it would come right through me and out my throat. The heavy pulsing of his cock, the shuddering of his body, and his heavy sigh told me that I had brought my third top of the evening to orgasm in my ass. When Daddy slid himself from me, my clenching ass muscles were reluctant to let go. I felt satisfied but empty, and I knew that the void would have to be filled again soon. Each of my top men kissed me tenderly. A look at the clock told me it was past two in the morning – I had been sucking and fucking for more than three hours. Only Drummer was left. He sat beside me on the floor, unclipping the leash and then removing the dog collar. That’s when it finally sunk in. I had let three HIV-positive men cum inside me. Of course, I wasn’t on PrEP, since I hadn’t expected anything like this. “Oh, god,” I said quietly. “What have I done? It felt so good that I wasn’t thinking.” I began to cry. Drummer put his arm around me and held me close. He told me I should get tested and assured me that there were lots of medications. Then he asked me if I had ever done anything that gave me so much pleasure. “No, nothing even close,” I replied. I thanked them for the best night of my life. He smiled. “Then I expect you back again tomorrow next night to continue your education.” “What more is there to learn, sir?” I asked innocently. “Tomorrow,” he replied, “I will put you in the sling and you’ll learn to take my fist.” As he held up his clenched hand to my face, my eyes widened in fear and lust. But I knew my place. “Yes, sir,” I answered.
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Author's Note: While I usually write my own stories, sometimes I get turned on my someone else's and decide to insert myself as a main character. Then I revise the story. This one is based on the last part of a terrific story I read here, "Pozzed on Stage." I hope the author will appreciate that he inspired me to borrow and adapt his work. Theatre Debut It all started harmlessly enough. My wife Beth and a few of her girlfriends decided to attend a live gay sex show downtown to celebrate her 35th birthday. I thought it was an odd choice but didn’t object. Then things became uncomfortable. One of them learned they could only be admitted if they were with a man (presumably gay), so they decided to invite me. The friend, a cute blonde named Peggy, said, “Beth, you always told us you thought Andy might be gay. He’ll be perfect.” They all giggled as I blushed beet red. When we arrived, the director stood at the door. As soon as he spotted me, he said, “Hey, wanna be in the show tonight? You’re really cute. Besides, it’s all simulated sex.” That set Peggy off. “Oh, go ahead, Andy. You’ll fit right in.” The others joined her in encouraging me, even Beth, though she had a funny expression on her face. I wondered whether she had planned this in advance. The next thing I knew the director led me, Beth, and Peggy into the dressing room while their other friends found front-row center seats. There were a half-dozen other men there, all shedding their clothes and donning leather gear and thongs, strapping on cock rings, and oiling their bodies. They were all gorgeous and well-built. I began to strip, too. The director handed me a studded leather cock ring, a black leather dog collar with a silver buckle, and a black jock strap. I found myself getting turned on and felt my cock stiffening. Peggy noticed and teased me. “Andy, look how excited you are. I guess you’re really in your element, aren’t you?” I didn’t say anything but my mouth was dry. What was happening to me? I had always thought of myself as straight. Beth decided to pile on. “You know, honey, Peggy is right. These guys are all hunks. You’re so much skinnier and smaller. I think we should make you look more like a fag.” With that, she removed her wristwatch, which I had given her. It had a thin leather band and a small round face and was very feminine. “Put this on.” I obeyed. I noticed the other men were watching me. Then she slipped off her diamond solitaire engagement ring and slid it onto my ring finger. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt a tingle run up my spine. I really looked like a sissy, especially with the jewelry, and it felt so erotic that I was surprised. “Oh, that’s hot, man,” said a one of the guys, a handsome, hairy bear, wearing a leather harness, black jock strap, and black work boots. “I want you to perform with me tonight.” The director nodded his approval. “Center stage, boys.” Beth said, “Perfect! You’ll be right in front of us. I can’t wait for the show. See you soon.” She gave me a chaste peck on my cheek and left with Peggy to take their seats. The director gathered us around for final directions. My bear put his arm around my shoulder and I held his waist. He smiled at me and I felt a strong arousal, which surprised me. The director spoke to us. “The play starts with the two of you being attracted to each other and going right into bareback sex with the bear breeding his bottom. That’s you, Andy. And lose those jockstraps now. The show will be far more powerful if the audience doesn’t have to use their imaginations to get rid of the clothing. They need to see your cocks.” “But what if we get hard out there?” I protested. “You better fuckin’ get hard,” the director answered. “We want this to look believable.” The bear looked at me, slipped out of his jock, and smiled. “The show must go on.” I did the same. Squeezed by the leather ring, my cock was already rock hard. Just moments later the curtain opened and the other male couples went on stage to loud applause. My bear and I separated to enter from opposite sides when we were called. After a few moments, the director announced, “And now let’s welcome tonight’s audience volunteer performer, Andy!” I heard clapping and obscene calls. It made me feel like a pure sex object, which was a real turn-on. There were already a half dozen other men on stage fondling, sucking, and fucking each other. I was too fixed on my co-lead’s huge erection standing at attention and pointing right at me to notice if the others were simulating the sex or really doing it. My eyes met the bear’s from across the stage. We moved toward each other as if there were powerful magnets pulling us together. From the corner of my eye, I saw Beth, Peggy, and their friends seated front and center, applauding like the others. When we met at center stage, the bear turned his hairy butt to the audience while I dropped to my knees in front of him, screened by his bulk from the audience’s view. I held his thick, stiff cock and looked up into his eyes. It was the first time I had ever held another man’s dick. Something came over me at that instant. Rather than just pretending to give him a blow job, I began to lick the head of his rod. I really liked it, which surprised me. Then I took his powerful erection deep into my throat, gagging immediately. He muttered, “Game on,” grabbed my head, and started a relentless face fuck. By now the audience had caught on and they were cheering. The bear shifted his feet to half turn so the audience got a side-on view of my oral ministrations. They roared encouragement, especially Peggy and my wife’s friends. I didn’t hear Beth’s voice, but out of the corner of my eye I could see her staring intently at me. I heard Peggy say loudly, “See, see, I told you he was gay!” My next move was to stand and passionately kiss the bear co-lead. I noticed Beth’s pretty watch, which looked so perfect on my slender wrist. The stage lights caught her diamond ring, sparkling on my delicate finger. I felt so feminine and sexy! In that instant I realized there were only gay men on that stage. Whistles and cheers; the audience was wild with animalistic passion. The bear broke our kiss but held me in his embrace. He licked and bit my neck. My eyes locked with Beth’s. Her gaze was ice cold. I could only imagine what she was thinking. The bear leaned into my ear and whispered so only I could hear him. “You started this. Now we’re going to have to finish this with the same realism.” His words reverberated down my spine to the tip of my toes and made my exposed hard cock twitch. I knew what he meant. Suddenly, he pushed me down onto an ottoman, on my back, with my legs apart in the air and my hairy ass exposed. He moved me and the ottoman sideways to give the audience a better view. His face soon met my hole and he gave me my first rim job. I moaned loudly with pleasure as his tongue probed my hole. The audience was whistling and cheering. I loved doing this in front of a crowd – my inner exhibitionist had taken over. Except for one irksome detail. My brain was screaming “condom.” I asked him in a stage whisper loud enough for only him to hear over the crowd, “Do you have a condom?” “I'm stark naked here, man. Of course I don’t have a condom.” “Then turn me back so we can fake it to get through this scene.” He snarled, “No fuckin’ way, man,” spit on his hand, and lubed my hole. Then he spit again and lubed his massive cock. With his raw nob at my vulnerable hole, again in a stage whisper, he asked, “So are you going to stop this show, or must the show go on?” His eyes melted from angry to an irresistible, warm lust. I knew deep inside that I had to please my top. “Let’s do it,” I gasped. “The show must go on. Fuckin’ breed my ass.” Slowly but steadily his massive cock started to penetrate my ass. At first the pain was intense and I felt a burning sensation. Then suddenly my ass opened on its own and seemed to swallow his dick willingly. I gasped loudly as the audience applauded. I felt an incredible warmth and fullness that radiated throughout my body. The crowd seemed ready to riot, they were making so much noise, standing and cheering. I turned my head and saw Beth, Peggy, and their other girlfriends joining in the uproar. I gripped my bear’s thick forearms and noticed again my pretty jewelry. I was now totally into our performance. I said loudly, “Damn right, you know what I need, fuck me raw.” “Only way I play.” “Yeah, daddy bear, fill my ass with your big, bare cock!” “Oh, yeah, you like my risky, daddy-bear pistol up your ass, don’t you slut?” The word “risky” didn’t register on me. “Love your cock, daddy, need your cum.” “You want daddy to breed you?” “Fuck, yeah, breed my ass, daddy. Seed me!” “Are you positive?” he said loudly, so the entire audience could hear. “Yes, I’m positive, breed me now.” “So you are positive, that’s HIV-positive?” Suddenly the room became quiet as the crowd focused on what my bear and I were saying. The other male couples on stage stopped and moved toward us to watch. “What? Fuck no, I’m not poz … wait ….what … are you?” “A bit late now with my toxic dick and precum already deep inside you.” I wasn’t in a play anymore, but in real life and overcome with fear. The audience was silent now. You could have heard a pin drop. “Fuck, no, then you better pull out!” I yelled. “Pull out now!” Then Beth said in a cold voice that everyone could hear. “Don’t pull out. That’s my husband. Poz the little faggot.” The entire audience cheered and started chanting, “Poz him! Poz him! Poz him!” My bear looked at Beth and smiled. Then he leaned in and gave me the most passionate deep tongue kiss I had ever experienced. I melted and forgot what we had just been talking about, forgot that we were in front of an audience. It was just two men about to experience the ultimate intimacy. The chanting grew louder, into a roar that filled my ears. “POZ HIM! POZ HIM! POZ HIM!” I moaned deeply and my hands instinctively grabbed my top’s big hairy ass and pulled his cock in even deeper. For a moment I thought of my wife and realized she could see her dainty watch and pretty engagement ring. She knew our marriage was over and so did I. My top’s voice reverberated through me again like a spartan sword claiming, demanding me to give over my life, my all. “I’m very close. Where am I going to cum?” “In me. Breed me! I need all your beautiful cum!” I shouted so everyone in the theatre could hear. The bear bellowed and roared as his entire body tensed. I felt him buck and release as I held him deep inside my ass, my eyes locked on Beth’s. Inside me I felt a warm wetness. I never wanted it to end.
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It seemed too good to be true. After a few too many drinks, you had opened up to your wife about your desire to explore your sexual interest in other men. You knew it was risky to tell her. In the past, you had heard her say some very homophobic things. Now, to your surprise and delight, she said, “I love you, honey, and I want you to be happy. Let me help you find the right man to experiment with. And you should do it here, where I know you’ll be safe.” Together you had gone online to read personals and look at pictures. You had then written to several men, being very open about your situation. A few asked if your wife was looking for a three-way experience. But she said definitely not – this was about you and, as she so delicately put it, “clarifying your sexual orientation.” You didn’t need any complications. Along the way you admitted to her that you thought you were a bottom. She gave you a funny look but didn’t say anything in response. Soon you settled on Mark, an older daddy type described himself as strictly a top. From his photos you could see that he was an impressive physical specimen, much more muscular than you. He was exactly the sort of gay man you had fantasized about. On the big night, you and Mark connected immediately. You, your wife, and Mark chatted for a while, sipping wine. Then he came over to the couch where you were sitting, put his arm around you, and pulled you close to him. You kissed him, softly at first, then more passionately, your tongues teasing each other. You looked over at your wife, who had been watching intently. She smiled sweetly and said, “Just let it happen.” You and Mark resumed kissing, and his hand found your crotch and began rubbing your stiff cock through your pants. Then he stood up, took your hand, and said, “Which way to the bedroom?” “Follow me,” your wife said, and led the way upstairs. You and Mark helped each other undress. He, too, was hard – his cock stood out, thick and long. You started to stroke it as he massaged yours. It all felt so natural, so right. He guided you to the bed and gently pushed you onto your back. He brought his cock to your lips, which seemed to part of their own accord. You tasted the precum and thought it was delicious. Slowly he fed you more, until you gagged. “Takes practice,” he said. “You’ll learn.” You were sure he was right! You looked up into his eyes. “Mark, I want you to fuck me.” As you heard the words, it almost seemed as if someone else had said them. He lay on top of you and kissed you, hard and forcefully. Your cocks rubbed together. You were conscious of how much thicker and longer his was, and the thought thrilled you. You whispered into his ear, “I need to feel you inside me.” He reached for some lube and pulled out a condom. Your wife saw it and said, “Honey, wouldn’t you really like it better if he fucked you bareback?” You were surprised she knew the term. Although you were scared, she seemed in control. You meekly agreed. Mark lubed your virgin ass, first one finger, then a second, using a scissoring motion to stretch you gently. He knelt between your legs, which you pulled up and apart to invite penetration, just as your wife had done for you so often when the two of you made love. Next you felt the tip of his cock press against your hole. “Try to relax,” Mark said softly. As he increased the pressure, your ass burned. You winced and almost asked him to stop. But you didn’t want him to quit – or disappoint your wife. Suddenly, you felt your ass open to the intruder, welcoming it past your sphincter. In that instant, your life changed forever. You were finally being fucked by another man! You felt an incredible warmth and fullness in your ass and started to moan. Somewhere off in the distance, as if in a dream, you heard your wife say, “Wow, you really like that, honey, don’t you?” You couldn’t answer. Your entire universe was your ass and Mark’s massive cock. As Mark started to move inside you, thrusting in and pulling out, you gripped his strong forearms. Your hands looked so delicate, almost feminine. You wondered, How could I ever have pretended to be anything other than a bottom for a real man? Mark rested his bulk on you, pressing you into the mattress, and kissed you forcefully, his tongue invading your mouth. He was lost in his own pleasure. You wrapped your legs around his butt, urging him on. “Cum inside me,” you begged loudly. “Breed me!” His pace quickened. You heard his heavy balls as they snapped against your ass, faster and faster. You felt his sweat build between you. Finally, he gasped aloud, “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming! Oh, god! Take my seed, bitch, take my seed!” He collapsed on top of you, panting hard. You felt his heart pounding in his chest. You felt an odd wetness inside of you, a delicious sensation. Then you felt a sticky wetness on your own abdomen and realized that you had cum, too, an odd, drawn-out orgasm that left you tingling down to your toes. A sissygasm. How perfect! As you lay there in Mark’s embrace, gently stroking his back, you became aware of an odd sound – the soft whir of your wife’s video camera. You looked at her and realized she had filmed the entire episode. “Hi, honey,” she said with a smile. “I hope you don’t mind that I taped you guys. God, it was hot, seeing you getting fucked by a real man.” Then her expression turned cold, and her voice took on a nasty edge. “But more important, my divorce lawyer told me to get some evidence that you were a faggot. This should do nicely, don’t you think?”
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I was met at the door and Jack introduced himself, He showed me to the back room where the massage was to take place and I noticed the massage table with clean sheets and towels arranged on it. Jack told me to undress and lie down on the massage table on my front and then he would be back in a minute. When he returned Jack put some soothing music on and standing beside me started to rub my back and shoulders with warm soothing sweet smelling oil. The feeling was wonderful and I started to relax as he worked the tension out of my back. As he worked lower down towards my ass I realized that I was feeling very relaxed, and even a bit aroused by the process I was undergoing and started to worry what Jack would think if I had an erection when I rolled over. As he continued the massage Jack was now kneading my ass and small of my back with his strong hands. He stopped and moved down to my feet beginning to work back up towards my ass again and now he knelt between my legs working first on one then the other with his strong hands. As his hands reached the top of my thighs the pressure of the massage was changing from one of some depth and strength to a caress of my thighs and buttocks. Then taking more oil he traced the crease of my ass with one finger, whilst with his other hand he squeezed the inner thigh and parted my legs further. I have to admit that this was giving me an erection and I was beginning to want the action to continue. Just as I thought he would keep stroking my ass cheeks I suddenly felt him use some pressure with his finger and rub it around my anus. The sensation was strange almost divine and I sighed a bit when he stopped. I felt more oil drip onto the crack of my ass and then his finger returned and slowly pushed into me, it was however after a second or two of discomfort a wonderful feeling. Jack asked me if everything was all right and lying there with his hand on my ass and a finger up my hole I mumbled "ummm yes, its fine". He asked if I wanted him to continue and again I answered with a "I think so". Taking his finger from my ass I felt something else placed against it. Jack told me to try and relax and that he was going to place a small vibrator in my hole. The head slid in and once again after a second or two my ass relaxed to accept the new sensations and the vibrator sent what can only be described as small electric tingles through me, deep inside me, a feeling like no other I had ever felt. I don't know when he did it but he somehow had removed his pants, the next thing I knew Jack removed the vibrator and I felt him lean forward over my back. As he did I felt the head of his hard cock probing at my ass. Once again he stopped before he entered me and asked if I was still feeling okay and wanted to continue. I started to protest but my words were choked off by Jack's hand over my mouth. Jack told me that I was going to be fucked whether I liked it or not and that there was no way out for me. I felt him roughly force his cock into my now tender virgin ass hole. As I groaned, at his huge cock I felt my ass stretch and then pop as he forced himself into me. Gasping with the pain I writhed and tried to get away but to no avail. As I did I felt my ass once again stretch and loosen around his cock and suddenly the pain was gone replaced by a desire to feel the rest of his cock inside me. I hunched back against him and felt the head of his cock move forward another inch into me. As he felt this Jack again pushed forward and in six or seven short pushes he fully buried his cock in my ass. Now he started to thrust into me with a greater lust and although it sometimes hurt a bit I felt my ass clutching at his cock as he screwed me deeply. I had a hard on pressed between my belly and the towel and could feel my own pre-cum leaking out of the end of my cock. Jack's thrusts became faster with no feeling for the return of the pain it brought me, Jack battered my ass with his cock and now my hard on disappeared. Just as I thought I would pass out from the pain I felt his cock suddenly begun to pulse and throb inside my ass and I felt cum spurt as he came deep inside flooding me. As soon as Jack finished he pulled his softening cock out of my ass and I felt the cool air replacing the heat of his body. I lay there on the bed, his hot sticky seed dripping from my once virgin ass. Jack then told me to get dressed and that he wanted me to come back the following week. I began to say that there was no way I would ever be back, but then he showed me that there had been a camera in the room the whole time filming everything. Jack then told me that if I didn't return the video would be edited to show just the sex with him, not the “Massage” and that it would be forwarded to my work mates and family. I was from now on he said to be a slave for him, a fuck hole for his pleasure.... And in time he said I would enjoy it and beg him for his seed.- 7 replies
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I remember in my early 20s when poppers were discovered and passed around by my friends - they were a legal drug that got you 'high' but whose mild head rush was quickly eclipsed by weed and other substances - this isn't a chem sex story - but the result was that as I grew up, my little glass jar of Amyl Nitrates languished in the bottom of my wash bag for a few years before eventually being tossed, half full, never to be replenished. I didn't get the fuss. I'm 32 years old from London, short dark brown hair and big brown Disney eyes. I'm curvy which keeps me looking on the younger side save for a beard which is now a permanent addition to my face. Without it I was a chubby nerd (4/10) being rejected by all the twinky young guys I lusted after. With it, when combined with my thick thighs and pretty decent butt, I'm some sort of cub/bear. Having recently discovered my niche it seems sex is always available - and with all the sorts of boys I wanted previously plenty of whom want to fulfil their bear fantasies. Sure enough I've started dabbling. I've always loved being a bottom - I've just never been great at it (anxiety over mess and pain) but over the years i've bought various dildos and douches and lubes in the hopes of training myself up. I've always fantasised about bareback sex too, Breeding Zone has brought me many spectacular orgasms. Enter one beautiful 26yo twink top just before Christmas with whom I've spoken for months online but never met, we lusted after each other's slutty photos and fantasised about raw sex. The stars align and we're both free. He hops on the train and I jump in the shower and start cleaning out. I'm feeling relaxed and start to finger myself in preparation - I tell him and he loves it - that unusual sensation of being penetrated gets me excited. When he arrives he is significantly sexier than his online profile suggests. A yoga expert, tall and well groomed. Skinny profile photos betrayed his very toned hairy body and a deep booming voice... ...and a giant cock, the kind that should come with a disclaimer - and it does because after a heavy session of kissing, stripping, tugging and sucking, he eyes the condoms I placed on my bedside table (just in case). "I'm not being a dick about this, but they wont' fit", he tells me. I toy with the idea of suggesting he doesn't need them but keep quiet. Our fantasies remain just fantasies and he reaches into his pocket for a king-size rubber. He wants to play safe and I'm happy to do whatever gets his cock inside me. I really want to make him cum. He throws me on my back and slides the head of his meaty 8" cock inside me. FUCK. That instant sting. I'm not gonna be able to take it. "I have some Poppers" he suggests, and as I flash back to being 20, he fishes out the little brown bottle and holds it under my nose. As the blood rushes to my head, he picks my legs up and slides right down to the hilt. Pain free > Mind blown. The sex was pretty great. He pounded me, I rode him. We synced up nicely. Apparently I'm super tight. He came faster than either of us expected - no greater compliment - but was able to power through. By the time I was ready to cum, so was he for a second perfectly timed climax. Damn he was hot. Damn I had to get some poppers. Since this little life lesson, I've been making up for lost time. With my little brown bottle the secret to my success, I've tried and succeeded in getting as much cock as I can. Over the Christmas week I quickly rattled through ten guys, a few of whom came back for more. Turns out I love making guys cum with my ass - a few days ago I serviced three in one day - I'll save it for another story - but suffice to say I am going through a glorious slut phase, which last night culminated in my first load. With guys 1-10, condoms were used throughout but one highlight included an intense thirty-minute rim job from a beautiful hung blonde 35yo. He was totally game to make me squeal by fingering and eating my ass like I've never experienced before. Face down on my bed with my ass sandwiching his lips, I thought he might just take the initiative and fuck me raw - I hoped he would and I wouldn't have stopped him. I was in heat. When the image flashed into my mind I came immediately, covering my bedlinen with a huge load. "I've never eaten ass like that before", he told me after coming up for air. "I think you enjoyed that" he added, laughing. This guy came back for seconds a few days later and I think, I hope... a third encounter is on the cards. I fantasise that word of my newly discovered dick craze is being spread about. A few days ago, a younger guy hits me up online. He wants to play and who am I to deny him? He keeps telling me how much I will love his cock and he was right. When he arrived, I groped excitedly and found a very thick cock that looked out of place on his cute short frame. We roll around on my bed and he asks me what I think about bareback sex. I tell him about my fantasies and about my recent encounters and this excites him more. He asks if I want him to put on a condom and I tell him he probably should but as we're talking, I make a point of telling him about my hot rim session, hoping he would get the message - he flips me over and starts to work his tongue and fingers inside of me before asking me if I want him to use a condom.... "Yes." I tell him and he obliges. His cock is so thick that even after my recent exploits, I rely heavily on the poppers to get him inside me. He is a selfish fuck - and I love it. When he cums, he dumps the condom on my bedside table and leaves. I reach into one of my drawers and pull out a giant dildo, bought a few years ago - the one I always wanted to work up to but was never able to take. I slowly push it into my now very loose hole. I think about being used by such a cute young guy, I think about his huge cock and how open my ass is. I cum very fast and I text him to thank him. Last night, I invited him back - none of the pretence of round one. He's pulling my legs apart and rubbing lube on my ass. Sliding his digits in one after another, gentler than before. "Do you want me to use a condom this time?" He asks. I reach over to feel his huge cock and discover he's already lubed up. He begins rubbing it against my hole and the head feels so soft and warm, without any of the odd friction of a latex condom. I gasp - it's like being rimmed by an extra thick tongue - and he smiles. "Do you want me to use a condom?" He asks again and I stay silent as I help him push the head of his cock into my ass and it slides all the way into me. It feels so good. So natural. It feels like silk - and definitely a highlight of the experience... I look over to the unopened bottle of poppers on my bedside table and wonder if my ass is too loose from the toy, or if raw sex just feels so good I no longer need their help. I eye the unopened condom sat next to the bottle and my cock springs to life. I must be looser because the sex takes longer, but the sensation is incredible and the psychological impact of having his bare cock inside me is keeping me right on the edge - I try and avoid touching my cock but as his body grazes it I nearly cum. When he does eventually tell me he's getting close, I've already made the decision - go big or go home - and I tell him to give it to me. I want his cum. This makes him climax but I don't feel any different. I don't feel his cock stiffen or his load shoot inside me. When he pulls out of me, that's when I notice the difference. He flooded my insides and it bursts out of me. This moment may only have lasted a second but the sensation seemed to go on for ages. I immediately finger at my hole, it's so loose and so wet... I can't get over how wet it is. "Finger my cummy hole." I beg him and as soon as his fingers slip inside me I orgasm and it's intense. "I'm definitely coming back," he tells me with a smile. He leaves and I cum three times more. First almost straight away while watching bareback porn and thinking of how much of a slut I might be becoming. Second after I return from a post-fuck shower when I spy the unused condom on my bedside table which sets me off again Third a few hours later when the rest of his load spills out of my ass and I replace it with one of my modest dildos. I've spent the last 24-hours torn, freaked about where this road might lead for my health, sex life and future, but incredibly horny at the same time. I can easily see how people overcome the fear and turn into real cum dumps, but I guess only time will tell if this is the path I'm on. After seeking advice from friends about what I should do next, I find myself inundated with offers for more bareback loads. So as a long-time lurker on this forum, I thought I would add the story of my first load.
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Disclaimer for my shitty writing, but everything written here is true. The first time I had bareback sex was also the first time I ever had sex. After graduating from college in 2010, I moved to NJ for grad school. I created an account on Planet Romeo to meet up with the local guys, but usually it was just for a quick blow job here and there. After a few months, a guy messaged me, and specifically stated he was interested in my ass. At first I was a bit hesitant, but I desperately wanted to pop my anal cherry, so I made plans with him. We first met at a grocery store parking lot. He jumped into the passenger seat of my car and we started chatting to break the ice. I wish I could remember his name, but honestly he might not have even told me. He said he owned a painting company, working with clients and builders in the area. I couldn't take my eyes off this tan Latino man with dark glittering eyes, and a tight solid body. Maybe he knew I was a novice, he grabbed my thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze, which got me rock hard. I told him that I had no lube or condoms, so he left the car momentarily to pick some up from the grocery store. After getting the essentials, we made our way to the motel. He grabbed a room, and I followed behind, my dick still hard. We began making out and getting undressed, no time wasted. I dropped to my knees and sucked his dick, doing my best to get him hard and wet as possible. He then threw me on the bed and we assumed the missionary position. My ankles were around his neck as he slowly pushed in, and he seemed to know how slow to enter into me. At the moment I was too focused on overcoming the pain, and pressed my hands against his chest to guide him. "Is this your first time?" He asked. "No," I lied, "It's just been a while. Can you get the lube and condoms?" He brought over the lube and we tried again. "I like it. Your hole is really tight," he said. I grinned a little, but mostly grimaced, but he finally was inside my ass all the way. Let the fucking begin! But at that moment, I just remembered, he was not wearing a condom. "Can you wear a condom?" I asked, looking up at him as he slowly fucked me. "Just a sec. If I pull out now, you'll be too tight to fuck later." I nodded, that kinda made sense. We began kissing, and I got lost in the sensations of his cock in my ass and tongue in my mouth. He gradually built up the momentum, and he soon began pounding my hole. Everything felt amazing, I enjoyed the way he varied his motions and speed, and also how he kissed me deeply. He slowed down after a little while and he asked me how I felt. I kissed him in response. "I think I might have forgot to mention something to you." He said while looking down at me. "I'm married. You okay with that?" I didn't know how to respond to that. I was a little shocked to hear it, but wondered why the awful timing. "To a guy?" I asked dumbly. "No, I'm no fag. To my wife." He said. He explained how he was discreet, but was looking for a fuck buddy on the side. He wanted someone he could call up anytime and fuck whenever he wanted, on his terms. "So, are you interested?" He said all this to me while he was on top of me, fucking me slowly. My cock got even harder, and I felt I was losing myself to the moment. "Fuck yeah." I gripped his arms and squeezed my ass around his dick. He pumped harder and asked, "You want to be my bitch?" It felt like dirty talk. "Yes, please. Fuck me." And fuck me he did. He quickened his pace and pounded my ass harder. He pinned me down with his body, so that I was unable to push him away if I wanted to. He finally came, groaning in my ear and collapsing on top of me. I felt my dick pulse too, sandwiched between our bodies. Then I remembered, he was not wearing a condom. I freaked out in my head, and freaked out even more for committing myself to be this man's bitch, whatever that meant. After we finished cleaning up, he made a big deal about having my phone number on his cell. He said if I ever get a call from his number, it might be his wife. If I answered, he told me to lie to his wife, and say that I was a client of his company. We parted ways and never met up after that. He reached out to me occasionally, but I was still too freaked out to even respond back. I still look back on that afternoon fondly, and I feel my fetish for barebacking came from this first fuck. My second fuck was also with a married man, which I will save for a later date, if you guys are interested.
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LA Story Chris kept his eyes shut tightly and bit his lower lip hard to avoid making any noise from escaping his mouth as he felt the weight of Jay’s body pushing him down to the pillow that was wedged under his belly each time Jay’s cock pounded down into Chris’ tight hole. Chris could feel soreness all over his body from Jay’s punches and kicks from their fight about an hour ago. Chris could feel tears running down his cheeks as he thought about earlier evening events since the arrival at LAX that led him to his current position. Chris just turned 18 and finished high school in June and decided to take a trip to LA alone before starting college in September. Not only this was the first time he was travelling alone without his mom but he also had a plan to finally explore gay scene in this trip for the first time. He’s been keeping his attraction to boys in secret and even had a girl friend who he had sex with couple of times in his senior year. He had no idea what kind of sexual activities two boys could engage but seeing other boys naked bodies in the locker room always made him feel more thrilled and excited than girls so he was quite certain that he was either gay or bi. Before the trip, he went online and found couple of boys around his age from LA that were interested in hanging out with him during his trip. However, when he got off the cab in front of his hotel and looked for his wallet to pay for the cab fare, he couldn’t find it. He went to the hotel desk and tried to see if he could check in but they wouldn’t let him check in without any ID. He called up his online friends and both of them happened to be out of town but one of them were kind enough to ask his friend to come and pick Chris up and let him stay at his house overnight. He also lend Chris the cab fare before the cab driver tried to bargain Chris to have sex with him instead. Chris felt so grateful for Jay’s hospitality at first. As Jay drove away from the city to his place, Chris told him how grateful he was and started to tell him about how this trip was supposed to be his first gay experience and etc. Chris was too naïve to read the signs of another trouble that he was getting into and told Jay about his life and his attraction to guys. After an hour and half long drive, they reached Jay’s house and Chris was surprised how dark and isolated it was. Jay carried the luggage into the house and Chris followed him with his backpack. Jay dropped Chris’ luggage by the door and went straight to the kitchen to grab drinks for them. Chris stood by the door while Jay made the drinks and looked around the living room with a huge TV with no other furniture but few pillows on the floor. Jay brought the drinks to one of the pillows and sat down. Chris sat on another pillow and took the drink from Jay as he handed it to him. “You have to drink it in one shot” Jay told Chris and took his shot. Chris copied Jay and pour it all into his mouth but couldn’t swallow it down as easily as Jay and struggled to keep in it. Jay laughed at Chris’s struggle and pulled off his t shirt. Chris smiled back at Jay and carefully studied his naked torso. Jay told Chris to take his shirt off and he pulled it off of Chris himself when Chris hesitated. “You want to smoke?” Jay asked as he reached for a big glass bong that was on the corner of the room and Chris shook his head. “C’mon. You are in my house so you have to do what I tell you to do.” Jay pushed the bong opening to Chris’ lips and instructed him to slowly inhale til he tells him to stop and hold it in until he tells him to let it out. Chris had strong lung from years of track and wrestling in high school and Jay could see it and instructed Chris to inhale and hold extra long time. By the time Jay let Chris exhale, thick white clouds filled up the whole living room. “Bitch, you got a good hit. Good job. Do another one.” Jay instructed Chris to take another big long hit one after another while he kept his eyes on Chris’ eyes. Jay could see the dilated pupils in Chris’ eyes. Jay pulled the bong from Chris and set it down before he stood up in front of Chris. Chris’ eyes were at the level with Jay’s growing bulge and Jay smiled when he saw the lingering look. Jay pulled Chris up to his feet and led him to the bathroom. He turned the shower head on and told Chris to get naked. Chris stood still a bit hesitant to get naked in front of a stranger even though he was high from the smoke and the drink. That’s the moment when things changed quickly as Jay slapped Chris hard to almost knock him off the balance. “I told you to strip and you do whatever I tell you bitch.” Jay grabbed Chris and wrestled him down to the tiled floor and started to forcefully pull clothes off of Chris. At first, Chris was shocked and didn’t put up much fight but as his senses started to come back he tried to resist Jay. Chris was quite athletic but he was so high from the drugs and against Jay’s 6’ 3” way bigger body, his 5’9” and 145lbs body was overmatched. Soon Jay had Chris pinned down and unable to move under him. Jay was naked as well and his big hard cock kept on growing as Jay through few more punches on Chris’ body. “Get up and wash up.” Jay told Chris as he got off of Chris and kicked him hard in the stomach before walking out of the bathroom. Chris’ spirit as well as his body was beaten and defeated and in spite of his desire to disobey Jay, he got into the shower as he was told. He stood still under the stream of water and felt sore all over his body. All of sudden, the glass door to the shower opened and Jay entered. Jay started to run soap all over Chris’ body and washed his whole body. After the shower Jay wrapped Chris with a big towel and led him back to the living room and sat him down on a pillow. The big screen was on now and it was showing Jay’s big black cock pumping a smooth white hole deep and hard. “You are going to smoke some more but this time I want you to open your mouth wide after you inhale and push your mouth on my cock as much as you can before you exhale, ok?” Jay fed the bong to Chris’ lips as before and Chris did as he was told.
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I found I liked getting fucked by men during my junior year of college. It all started innocently enough looking for men online who would fuck me (with a condom) until we were both pleased. Shortly after graduation I decided I needed to find a man that would take charge and use me like the pleasure toy he deserved to have. I found a prime candidate online who said he was a dom top looking for a hot boi to take pleasure in. After several days of chatting back and forth I decided I wanted him to have me. We agreed on a specific scene: I would be naked, blindfolded and pretending to be asleep in my room. The front door would be unlocked and he would just let himself in and begin. To this point we had not discussed limitations or the use of a condom, although based on my profile saying ‘safe sex only’ would be enough – as it turns out, I was in for a surprise. I heard him come in the door and into my room. The sound of a zipper being opened filled the room. He quickly put a hood over my head and secured it in place. Next I heard his clothes being taken off. Soon I had hands rubbing my ass and feeling me all over causing me to shiver. Soon I feel a sting on my right ass cheek as he is spanking me with a paddle. Now that was something we hadn’t discussed. I thought about telling him to stop but my cock was so hard from enjoying it that I let it continue. Soon he stopped the spanking and broke out a bottle of lube and slapped some on my ass. Now I was worried as we had not discussed protection and I couldn’t move my mouth enough to demand it. Before I knew it I felt his cock slamming deep into my ass. His mouth was next to my ear as he began to fuck. I heard him whisper, “You like that big, bare daddy cock boi?” That confirmed my suspicions – he was fucking me bare. I tried to push him out with my ass muscles but it wasn’t working. “You’re not getting me out until I load that fucking cunt up boi!” I moaned and thrashed in both pain and pleasure. Eventually it did start to feel good. This big, masculine man fucked me for over an hour. I finally felt his cock swell bigger than it had been before. He snapped at me and yelled, “Beg for my hot cum slut!” It was at this point my inhibitions began rolling back full force. To this point I had always been a safe-sex only bottom and now this man was trying to breed me. I started to beg for him to pull out but the cock in me felt so good the only thing that came out was “Please shoot that hot cum in me daddy! Mark me and breed me!” He threw his head back and moaned loud and I felt a hot flood rushing through my ass and filling me up. “Feel that spunk flooding that hole – you’re mine forever now boi!!” He laid there with his cock buried deep in me for a while. He removed the hood and pulled out of my sloppy hole. Then I got my first good look at him. He was a very hot man about 20 years older than me. I looked over his body and liked every inch of what I saw. As I scanned lower, I noticed a small tattoo on his right hip above his penis – a small red bio-hazard tattoo. I froze realizing what the tattoo meant. He speaks and says, “I see you noticed my mark – are you ok?” Up to this point I was a safe-sex bottom but in that moment I felt hotter than ever before. I pulled him down on the bed and kissed him full on the lips. His cock got hard all over again. I maneuvered it back into my hole and said, “How do you think I’m doing?” We’ve been together ever since as a hot couple having hot passionate sex every day for 8 years.
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I used to hang out in a town that was 15 miles south of the town that I lived in. Well one night when I was about 18 years old I was at a party drinking and having a good time it was getting late so I thought I would leave but my old beat up car that most 18 y/o's have would not start. so down the road I walked until I came to the main drag that would take me into the next town. This drag is well known for its X rated video shops and peep shows. But not thinking anything about it I started hitch-hiking home. About 5 minutes after I started a older gentleman pulled to the side of the road and asked me how far I was going, I told him were I was headed and he said he is going that way and would give me a lift. So we headed down the road about mid way into the trip I felt his hand against my leg. I was kind of shocked but I did not say anything than he started to slowly slide his hand to my leg and than he started to work his hand up to my groin. I never had any thing like this happen to me but I started to get a hard on. He asked me if I had ever been with a man and I said no. He than reached for my cock and felt my hard cock and smiled at me, He than turned of the road to a industrial area and parked behind an old factory. He slid over to me on the seat and put a arm around me and reached down fondling my hard cock. He than started to kiss me and I grew scared and told him to stop but he grabbed my face and made me take his tongue deep in my mouth. He than stopped and sat back down and undid his pants and pulled his huge hard cock out I never seen such a big thick cock. He than took my hand and made me stroke his meat he was dripping precum all over and it was making him very hot. He told me to suck him, I never sucked cock before and I was scared and I told him no. But he grabed my head and forced me to his hard cock and told me to suck it I told him no no no but he was holding my head and forcing my lips apart with his cock so I let his cock in my mouth. He told me now suck it bitch wile he was pushing my head down making me gag on his huge cock. I felt his hand now going down the back of my pants playing with my ass wile he was squeezing my small cheeks he told me what a hot ass I have and that he was going to make it his. Meanwhile I was really starting to enjoy the taste of his precum and starting to enjoy his hard cock. He started to moan and found my virgin fuck hole and started pressing on it he told me mmm what a tight ass and began to pull my pants down around my legs. He told me to stop sucking him and as I rose from his cock I saw a stream of precum from my mouth to his wet shiny cock head. He than pulled my pants off completely and started to suck my hard cock slowly but deeply. He than opened the glove box of his car and grabbed a jar of Vaseline wile sucking me he reached between my legs and started to finger my ass I moaned deeply and he stopped. He said to get in the back seat with him so we both got in the back. He started to suck my nipples wile playing with my ass he told me he was going to fuck me and make me his bitch. I said no maybe next time That was when he pushed my face to the seat of his car and made me lay out flat on my face he got on top of me and grabbed me around my neck and started to lick my ear I felt his cock pressing on my ass and sliding up and down my crack. I told him No I did not want to do this any more, He said shut up bitch I than felt his hand drop to his cock and his cock lined up with my virgin hole. I told him No No than I felt a sharp burning pain as he entered my tight hole I yelled out but he thrusted in deeper and harder, Oh than he hit it that spot I never dreamed of having oh it felt so good I said "fuck me" he than raised his body as I lifted my ass to him and he started to fuck me doggie style. He told me he was going to cum and pushed his cock in as deep as he could And hit my spot I felt his cum in side my ass and pumping on my spot I than started cumming all over the place. He told me I was his from now on and my ass belonged to him. He was in his late 50's or early 60's and passed as an uncle or something and we did it on the regular basis and I enjoyed it always like are first time I would play hard to get and he would play the aggressive masterful Dad. I love to role play like this ever since than and I always date older men.
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Posted on here before about taking a load off a guy - well it came to nothing. BUT! recently met someone new... He's much older than me in his 50's (i'm 30's) just the way i like it. anyway met him yesterday and we had a lot of fun... i started by sucking is lovely cock taking it deep in my mouth getting it nice and wet. drove my lips down hard into his groin until i had his cock right down there... Then he sucked me - it got me really horny (usually having my cock sucked doesn't do that). Then i said "would you like to fuck me?" to which he said "yes, do you want a condom?" i said "yes". He made a comment like "having a bath with your socks on" We got the condom on and we got down to it. I got on my hands and knees and felt him put his cock at the entrance to my hole. He pushed the head in and gently penetrated me. suffice to say it felt wonderful really got in deep and pumped me for ages. i waited to feel him tense but it wasn't happening. i asked if he wanted to cum and said it's hard with a condom on. We had a lot of fun but in the end he didn't cum. Now we're going to meet again. and i so want him to cum i want to know what that silky wetness feels like in your ass and from the comments i believe he wouldn't be against it. Like everyone who does this i am nervous but at the sametime i want to feel that natural sensation. when i see him again i think i might let him take his socks off... Do you think that the sensation of someone shooting in you is as hot as i imagine it would be?
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This is my first attempt at writing fiction, erotic or otherwise- it turned out a lot longer than I was expecting. Bear with me, though- and let me know if there's anything I could do to improve my style. {Versipellem} The craziest thing I ever did? What the hell, I'll tell you. It started a long while back. Near the end of another hard winter day, freezing my ass off in the workshop ten hours straight. I was finishing up a PCV valve replacement, and my mind was already at Jack's; stool at the bar, my buddies playing pool, and a bottle of bourbon with my name on it. Tightened the valve hose, slotted it all in place, and slammed the manifold shut; midnight, quitting time. Grabbed a rag for my hands and headed out front, only to have a voice pull me up short. "Davis!" It was the night foreman, Hank- had a nasty temper and no time for us mechanics. "Wrench monkeys", he called us in private; was always lying to the boss about us, trying to get us fired if we gave him any attitude. Pushed his head through the side-window, gave me that unfriendly squinty stare of his. "Got one last job for you, Davis- you ain't off just yet." Ugly bastard was always getting my back up, calling me by my last name, for chrissakes. Everyone else, even the owner, always called me Pete. "Come on, man," I tried a grin. "My shift finishes in five; Gary and Steve are gone already." He gave me another dose of that ugly squint. "Guess what, Davis- I don't give a fuck. A fuel filter needs changing- you're the only grown-up wrench monkey on site." My blood boiled whenever he spoke to me like that; chubby fuck probably never lifted a wrench in his life. I got a brief flash of slamming my fist into his face, smashing those giant glasses; but I knew sure as anything if I gave him any trouble, I'd be out a job with no reference, quick-sharp. The way the economy was, I wouldn't have another coming my way any time soon. I unclenched my fists resignedly. "Fuel filter, you say." Could be a quick job, depending. Might make it to Jack's by one; the guys never went home until two. "Carbureted?" I asked hopefully. Hank's face split in a yellow grin. "No such luck, wrench monkey- it's fuel-injected. Guess you're not gettin' home any time soon." Could feel the anger rising, but did my best to keep my voice calm. "That's bullshit! It'll take too long! Plus," I tried to appeal to his rules, "Union regs say if I stay late I get a partner. Two-man job." That yellow grin of his turned into a sharp scowl; I knew if I pushed it any farther, he'd get me for it. So I did my best to pull up a calm, polite face while he hesitated. "Fine," he snapped. "Two man job, alright." Since Gary and Steve were already at the bar, I figured that was me safe; I could do the job tomorrow on day-shift, when Hank wasn't around to make things shitty for me. He smiled darkly. "You can have the new kid, then- he's degreasing parts in the back. Get to work." He yanked his head back out of the window and waddled off, glad to get his nasty parting shot in. I heard him yelling for the new kid, rattling his keys as he got ready to lock up the doors and windows. The new kid. What was his name, I wondered- Jake? Josh? Something like that. Whatever it was, he was seriously starting to compete with Hank as the most annoying thing about the job. Fresh out of some state technical college at twenty one, he strolled around cocky and grinning, like he owned the place. Always slacking off, thought he knew it all, bullshitted when he didn't. Someone needed to tell him a fancy diploma didn't make him a mechanic; at thirty-six, I had twenty years of experience. Problem was, he was that young and good-looking, it made my cock jerk when he strolled by. None of the other guys made a big deal of me being bi; back in the day when I was new on the job it might've been, but by 2010 it was just another quirk, like how Gary drank his whiskey with Red Bull or Steve wore checkered shirts a size too big. Anyway, it was becoming one hell of a problem. Couldn't get too close in case someone noticed the reaction downstairs, if you catch my drift; a seven-inch hard-on gets noticed in the dumb fucking overalls the company makes us wear. In fact, I hadn't worked with him at all, now I came to think about it. I made my way round to Bay Three, hearing Hank's keys jangle as he started locking the doors. I had a quick look over the bulky black Honda I was supposed to change the filter on, before the new kid arrived, walking that same easy lope like he hadn't a care in the world, blond hair tousled as if he'd just rolled out of bed. "Oh, hey," he said. "Pete, right? Steve mentioned you the other day." I nodded at him with a grunt, trying my best not to look anywhere but his face. "I'm Jake," he said, heading round to the hood. "So what we got here?" There was a click from the front as Hank left, locking us in. By the time we got the engine exposed and the car positioned, I had to admit he might know what he was doing. Inexperienced, maybe- but talented; quick and careful hands that went exactly where they were needed. Did my best to focus on the task at hand, instead of imagining those skilful hands down the front of my underwear. "We'll have to relieve the pressure in the fuel line before we disconnect it," I said. I'd hardly finished talking before he was at it; checked the engine was off and took out the fuel pump fuse, giving me a cocky grin and a nod. I'd hardly even clambered into the seat and checked the emergency brake was on before the problem started- I glanced out through the windshield and saw him bending over to grab the new filter. Seeing the way the overalls stretched over his butt was too much; I had an instant cock-stand, swelling under the suit, instantly noticeable. I turned the ignition and the engine started up; the new kid jumped and looked round. I hurriedly looked away; had he seen me checking out his ass? Probably not. I tucked my hard-on away as best I could and waited until the engine stalled before turning it off. I had to get out for the next part, so I grabbed my checking clipboard and climbed out carefully, doing my best to keep my crotch screened. He didn't look like he noticed; he unpacked the new filter while I disconnected the fuel lines from the old one and eased it free. I turned around- only to catch Jake looking away like a jumpy cat. Had he noticed I was hard? Was he freaked out? Shit- the last thing I needed with Hank breathing down my neck was a harassment complaint. It was fuckin' disgusting, but the only thing I could think of- I pulled up an image of ugly-night-foreman Hank showering, feeling sick just thinking about it. That did it- the swelling downstairs eased away a bit as I turned back to Jake, relieved. "Uh, which way does this go?" Jake bent over the hood, fiddling with the filter. "The arrow'll show you," I said, keeping my distance. "Arrow?" he asked. "I don't see one," A little pissed, I leaned past his shoulder and pointed at the arrow on the base, almost hidden between the Japanese characters and logos. "Sorry," he turned his face to mine and gave an embarrassed grimace. We were so close, all I could smell was him; that unique young-guy scent, with a hint of sweat and machine oil from the work. And that mouth of his- it probably tasted better than anything I knew. Before I could stop myself, I got the briefest fantasy of coming hard into that mouth. Goddamn, it would feel so- My cock jerked up instantly, hard and erect, leaping past my underwear waistband and pressing hard against Jake's ass. Oh, shit! I jerked away hurriedly. For an instant I thought about getting the hell out of there, but it was impossible; the job had to be finished, we had to lock up, a dozen chores needed me. I couldn't just leave him on his own- but fuck, what was he going to say? Or do? It'd be difficult to explain to the guys if we ended up in a fight. He kept working as though he hadn't noticed, reconnecting the lines and turning back to me, nothing in his face but open friendliness and enthusiasm. "Go on, give it a shot," he said. For a moment, I thought he'd read my mind; all I could think about was- then he said, "The ignition. Go on, give it a shot." Did he just wink? Half-dizzy, not even trying to say anything, I slid back into the seat and started it, hazily checking it was in neutral and the emergency brake was on. My mind was racing. It was fine. It was going to be fine. Jake was cool about it; he'd just pretend nothing had happened, or maybe he hadn't noticed at all, busy with the engine. We were going to finish up, I'd lock up, then go straight home for a shower and jerk off. That was what I was going to do- I repeated it under my breath. Finish up, lock up, go home, jerk off. Fine. I pushed the starter, and the engine started up straight away. Jake glanced down at the engine then gave me the thumbs up through the windshield. 'Looks like the new filter's doing fine," he said. I turned it off, and leaned against the wall as Jake finished all the final checks, locked up the car and put the key in the office. He strolled back to the car as I headed over, and gave me that cocky grin. "So, we're done," he said, nodding at the clock. "Only fifteen minutes- won't be late after all." He looked up at me, "Unless there's anything else?" Was he- surely- No, that's just damn crazy, my mind said. You're thirty-six, built like a linebacker and divorced, for chrissakes. That was about when I lost it. I couldn't resist anymore. My whole world had shrunk; it was just me, Jake, and my throbbing dick begging for some relief. Whether he was going to slug me, get me fired or call the cops, I had to find out what that mouth tasted like. Even just once. Trying to breathe steady, my hands were up before I could control them; they landed heavily on those firm shoulders, rough fabric under my palms. My pulse was racing; I could hear it throbbing in my ears. Surprise was all over his face; thinking it might be the dumbest thing I ever did, I leaned in and kissed him, feeling that breath. He moved immediately; I guessed it was to pull away, push me, grab a wrench. Instead, his hands wrapped round the back of my head, pulled me in. His lips opened; it was every bit as good as I'd imagined, tasting that sweet mouth, our tongues moving, touching. I pulled away for the briefest of moments, worried, looked at him; there was nothing on that face but fierce lust. He slid his hand over the crotch of my overalls, feeling my cock, squeezing the full length. It felt so amazing, I groaned aloud, reaching for him instinctively. A firm hard cock was straining against the material of his overalls just as urgently as mine was. I couldn't think straight; swamped by tidal waves of lust. In one easy movement, I turned him and grabbed at the fastening of his overalls; in my frenzy to get it open it tore and ripped downwards to his waist. He yanked his arms out of it, panting hard and groaning as loud as I was. In a brief moment of panic I glanced around; but the windows were all barred and shuttered, all the doors were locked. Hank's way of making life harder; I laughed inside at him. Bet you didn't see this, did you, fucker? Jake leaned on the hood of the car, torn overalls round his knees. Underneath them he was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans; frantically he unbuckled his belt and I yanked them down with his underwear, exposing that perfect bubble-butt. I could feel myself leaking through the overalls just at the sight- it'd take far too long to get them off properly. I grabbed a pair of shears from the tool-chest beside us and cut straight through the crotch; I was so reckless it was dumb luck I didn't cut myself. I reached through the opening and unfastened my pants, pulled my cock free; the relief was fantastic. It stuck straight out through the tear in the overalls, thick and heavy- it felt like I hadn't come in years. Jake was already stroking himself, rock hard, sitting on the car hood. Did he think we were just jerking off together? No way- I needed more than that. I grabbed him, pulled him to me, tasted that mouth before turning him around. I yanked the top off a can of silicone valve lubricant, greased my thumb and pressed it between his ass-cheeks. He gasped in shock, "Dude, I've never- I mean, not-" I was barely listening, lost in the urgent need. Gently but firmly my thumb entered him, slid up inside him. He groaned aloud, "Oh, man, that's-" I could feel how tight he was- never even had a finger up there before. But he was relaxing more and more, easing the way as I fingered him with the lube, opening him. He was moaning hard, jerking himself. Thank God- I didn't want to stop now. I couldn't. Switching to two fingers, then three, I slid them deeper and deeper, listening to him groan in pleasure, my cock dripping hot pre-cum on his butt. Finally I withdrew my fingers, bending him firmly over the car hood. greasing my dick generously with the valve lube. It felt so hard it'd shatter. I grasped his hips with one hand and pressed forward with the other wrapped around my cock, prodding at his tight, virgin entrance, greased and ready. He gave another jolt of shock, looking back at me. "Oh, man- I've never had a- I can't- we need a rubber and- it'll hurt!" I needed to fuck him more than anything I'd ever wanted- it would be impossible to stop at all, let alone go to find a condom somewhere. I pressed up against him full-length, pulling him upright so his ear was beside my mouth. "Didn't my fingers feel good, boy?" I whispered. "Yeah, man, that was-" he managed, panting. "And doesn't this feel good?" I slid my right hand, thick and oily with the lube, down his stomach, sliding my fingers over smooth muscle to wrap around his hard cock, stroking back and forth. He moaned helplessly, trembling against me as I gave him a firm, steady reach-around, watching the contrast between my hairy, muscular arm and his toned, smooth body. Then I took my hand away. "Don't stop!" he breathed desperately. In answer, I pressed my greased cock between his cheeks, lube and pre-cum leaking into him. "Yes," he breathed after a pause. "Yes what?" I teased, stroking my thumb along the base of his cock. "Fuck me," he whispered. "Fuck me raw, man." I felt myself grinning in triumph, bending him forward over the car, grabbing my cock with my right and sliding gradually into his ass. Goddamn, it felt good- he was tight, greased and clean, tensing at first but relaxing gradually, accepting my dick. I started slow at first, firm but gentle, sliding in and out until he was taking it easily up to the hilt, panting and grunting. Then I started faster and harder, long deep strokes, my balls pressing hard against his ass., his legs pressed against the cold metal bodywork of the car. "Please, dude," he groaned. "Please..." I leaned forward over him, tucking my hand around and grasping his cock, still hard and throbbing. I fucked him hard over the hood, gauging his reactions, slowing down when he winced in pain and speeding up when he groaned for more. Gripping him firmly, I gave him that final slide with my hand, pushing him over the edge; he screamed as he came, splattering across the black, glossy paintwork. This was too good to be true, I told myself. It had to be a dream. But if I had dreams this amazing, this fucking hot, I'd never come to work at all. Grabbing his ass with both hands, I pounded in harder, hearing a loud groan of ecstasy; I was almost surprised to realize it was me. There were fireworks exploding in my head; I plunged in and came in an explosion, crying out, spurting warm cum inside him, pulling out for a moment then plunging in again full-length, wet and slippery and fucking fantastic. We collapsed gently onto the concrete floor, panting hard, his head in my lap. Before we knew it we were both roaring with laughter, delirious and worn-out, catching our breath. Finally Jake laughed, "I thought you were a crabby asshole," giving my sticky cock a long lick. "And I thought you were a cocky little shit," I chuckled, ruffling his blond hair. I waited a moment, thinking, then glanced up at the clock. Nearly one am. Plenty of time to get to Jack's and meet the guys before they headed home, I figured. "I don't know about you," I said, "but I could sure as hell use a drink." So that was how it all started, strange to think about it as years ago now. Funny as hell how life throws you these coincidences sometimes; after all the shit I've had, it was one heck of a surprise to get something good for once. Last Sunday we had a lazy morning in bed when I found myself thinking about that day. "I'm glad I did it," I said to myself. "Did what?" asked Jake, smiling up at me. I grinned happily. "The craziest thing I ever did."
