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It was time once again to set my life on a new course. My partner of fifteen years had died. I'd owned the sailboat for 8 years. I'd loved the cottage home we'd renovated and gardens I'd developed but waking each day felt like the past. I needed to start a new future. My French fuck buddy had been after me for years to sail across the Atlantic. He was more than keen to join me for this adventure. Furthermore a younger straight friend was in the process of leaving his marriage and hoping to step into a new opportunity. We spent the next year getting our affairs in order. Finalizing the amicable divorce, selling my house, getting the boat ocean worthy, and studying everything we needed to know about sailing and navigation for a trans-Atlantic crossing. As we began our epic journey sailing Lake Ontario to the St. Lawrence Seaway on a beautiful spring morning I marveled a my sailing mates. Claude, my French fuck buddy was in his mid-fifties, a little paunchy, but quite fit, a rapid smile, gentle spirit, lovely nudist tan and very, very promiscuous. He'd taught me a great deal about cruising and helped me more fully embrace my cum dump tendencies. Joe, my straight friend, was a tall, big framed gentle giant of a man. I had never seen him flustered and he looked so comfortable and at home lazing at the tiller in his kaki shorts and loose button down shirt. The first week of our trip was great weather but a bit awkward as we adjusted to such different and unique people living together in such a confined space. The only sex that week was the night we were docked in Montreal. Claude and I had an all out fuck fest at a local bathhouse. It was such a relief for me to return to the boat with 7 loads in my ass and several swallowed in my guts. Claude had also sucked off a number of guys and fucked even more. He had saved his load to add to the soup mix of cum deep inside me just before we left to head back to get some sleep on the boat. The next morning Claude accompanied me to the marina washroom and fucked one last load into me before what we both expected to be a long dry spell at sea. We established our shifts to man the tiller 24 hours a day and when Joe was taking the overnight shift Claude and I would spoon naked in the v-birth. We were both horny as hell and would often awake with a hardon poking at our ass, but I held off all his sexual advances concerned about what Joe might think. He was bound in such a close space to hear us. One night with Joe at the tiller we were sailing through our first storm.The sound of the wind through the reafed mainsail and the crashing of waves as we sliced through them was quite intense in the v-birth. Before we fell asleep Claude's mouth sucked in my flaccid cock. I checked to be sure the hatch was closed and settled back with my hands behind my head. The warmth of his mouth after eight days of longing felt fantastic as my member swelled and hardened. Claude maneuvered himself around to present his solid 8 inch erection to my mouth and the rocking boat only added to our 69 face fuck. I loved the feeling of his cock plunging past my tonsils only to be pulled back before I choked. Clearly he did as well 'cause it wasn't long until his multi day load was blasting directly into my guts. I love to swallow and gulped for all I was worth. The shifting boat pulled his cock head out to my mouth and I delighted as more ropes sluced across my tongue. I had always loved the taste of his cum and this was no exception. The boat shifted again and he was still blasting deeper than my tonsils directly into my gut. He clearly had built up a huge load and I greedily didn't want to waste a drop. When he was fully spent he asked if I had cum yet. He'd been so taken up with the magnitude of his own orgasm that he'd abandoned my cock with his mouth. When I told him I hadn't he rolled me on my back, pushed my legs over my shoulders, and started to finger fuck my ass while stroking my ridged cock into my own face. By the time he was punch fucking my ass with three fingers I could feel my over full balls churning. I knocked his hand off my cock and took over to masterbate myself. Soon I could feel the cum blasting through my cock, out my cock head and spraying all over my face. I opened my mouth to shoot as much inside as the rocking boat would allow. When I was finished Claude helped me lie flat and enthusiastically helped me wipe the cum from my face and feed it into my hungry mouth. Fully spent we each had the best night sleep so far on our journey. I awoke the next morning to notice the storm had abated and that my morning wood was deep in Claude's throat. He expertly sucked me until I came in his mouth. He moved up to my head and snowballed my load back to me. He's never swallowed preferring to spit it out. With nowhere to spit and knowing full well my compulsion to never waste a drop he planted my load where I could savor it before I swallowed every salty sweet drop of precious nectar. To be continued
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Here's a new story for you guys... This might be a one-off, but there might be another chapter if there's interest... –––––––– My Boy Likes Taking Loads I met my boyfriend, Andy, several years ago. We’ve been in a monogamous relationship for five years now and just moved in together. When we started dating, Andy was pretty versatile, but he really liked the way I topped him, long smooth strokes letting my sheathed dick savor every inch of his ass. We’d been monogamous for a while before he started letting me fuck him bareback. He said that he could feel more of me, and it certainly felt better for me too. He usually wanted me to pull out to cum on his chest or on his butt or on his face. Two years ago, Andy started hanging out with a co-worker of his. I didn’t like Matt. He was always horny and he openly flirted with my boyfriend whenever they were in public together. He was sexy, tall and slim, and always on the prowl. I trusted Andy and didn’t put much thought into whatever Matt might want to do to or with him. I had a job that kept me out of town for several weeks that summer. I usually got texts from Andy pretty frequently. One night, he’d told me he was going out with Matt to dance, and I didn’t worry until about 2AM when I realized I hadn’t heard from him. I called to make sure he was okay. His breathing was heavy like he’d just run to grab the phone or something. I could hear noise in the background and asked if he was still in the club. He told me no, that he was racing to catch a bus. I told him to hurry up so he didn’t miss it, especially it being so late. He called me at like 3AM and told me that things with Matt had gotten a bit out of hand at the club. He told me that Matt flirted more aggressively than normal and that they’d made out in the bathroom. He told me that he pulled Matt’s shirt off and jerked him off in the stall. I asked if I’d interrupted anything when I’d called. He told me no and that he really was running to catch the last bus. I listened and let it go, telling him that these things happen and thanking him for his honesty. He promised to do a better job behaving. When I got back home, Andy was immediately all over me. We fucked and fucked like we hadn’t in years. This time, he was pre-lubed and ready for an intense fuck. Andy begged me to ‘breed him.’ He’d never referred to his ass as anything but that, and now, he implored me to ‘fill his cunt’ and ‘knock him up!’ I knew his dalliance with Matt might have gotten him to this naughtier place, but as things hadn’t gone too far, I saw no reason to complain! Many months after Andy and Matt got frisky in the mens room, we grew to be good pals with a sexy couple in the neighborhood. Joe and Ben had been together for a few years. Both guys were gym buff and very sociable. We had them over several times and visited them too for cocktails and dinner. After a second round of martinis one night, the two of them got a little flirty. They told us that they were open and loved to fool around with single guys or couples from time to time. They were both tops and loved to mix it up from time to time. They asked us, very respectfully, if we might be into that scene. I could tell that Andy was dying to say, ‘YES!’ but he demurred and said we’d have to talk about it. Before they let us go, they volunteered that they were both HIV+, and had been since before they were a couple. They promised that they were fully undetectable and very good at staying on their meds. They told us that they preferred to play raw, and wanted to top both of us. I was flattered, but a little freaked out. Andy had been vers, but I’d only ever topped. The thought of letting them fuck me, especially raw, really turned me on. That night, walking home, hand-in-hand, Andy put his head on my shoulder and honestly told me how much he’d love to take both Joe and Ben’s loads. We talked about the science and felt confident that undetectable = untransmittable. There would be no threat to taking their ‘seed,’ as he called it,’ even though we both weren’t on PrEP. We agreed that it would be fun to fool around, and I confessed that I might even like to bottom for them. We texted Joe and Ben and set up a date for us to go back over and have some sweaty fun together. Andy and I took our time getting ready. We had fully cleaned out and made sure to have plenty of lube on hand. He fingered me and got me lubed up deep inside. It felt amazing. I did the same for Andy. We showed up right on time, and had a round of drinks before loosening up. We’d all dressed sharply, and then jackets and ties came flying off. When we were all shirtless, I saw that both guys had biohazard tattoos just below their belly buttons. I knew they were both POZ, but was surprised how much their matching tattoos turned me on. I’d never seen Andy blow another guy before, and he looked so hot sucking on Joe’s eight uncut inches. I worked on Ben’s thick six-inch cut cock and we had them both hard and dripping undetectable precum. It felt so forbidden to be gulping down their ‘seed’ as Andy was tracing his finger on Joe’s intricately detailed tattoo. Ben and Joe flipped us over, ass up and went to town lapping at our holes. Andy was begging Joe, ‘rail me, you POZ stud. I want you to knock me up!’ Joe chuckled and slapped his hard raw dick against his spit-slick and lubed hairy hole. Ben was kind enough to let me watch his partner enter my boy before he slid into me. It had been so long since I’d been fucked, and I realized it was the first time I’d ever been fucked bareback, and certainly the first time I’d let a POZ guy fuck me. I said as much and Ben asked Andy if it was his first time taking raw POZ cock. Andy tensed up and froze. Joe was balls deep in him and froze too. ‘Answer him,’ he sternly demanded. Andy was silent. Joe started to pull out and Andy begged, ‘No! Don’t stop fucking me. No. It’s not my first time letting a POZ guy fuck me.’ I looked over at him surprised. Ben asked, ‘when was that? When was the last time you took a raw POZ cock up your chute?’ Andy grimaced and Joe acted like he was really going to pull out. Andy confessed, ‘It was Matt! I let Matt breed me!’ I didn’t even know that Matt was POZ. As I was contemplating that, I realized that Andy hadn’t told me the whole truth about that one messy night years ago. ‘When? When was it,’ Joe asked. ‘Last month!’ ‘Last month!?!,’ I asked. Joe asked if we should stop and talk about it, and Andy looked at me with pleading eyes. ‘No, let’s keep going,’ I said, savoring Ben’s raw dick caressing my hole. Andy silently mouthed, ‘thank you.’ With that, Joe and Ben went back to pounding us. Ben and Joe switched places, dipping their raw POZ cocks in our holes until we couldn’t take it anymore. Ben’s thick cock left Andy’s hole open and gaping. I watched as a trickle of cum oozed out and down his cheeks and leg. Andy and I kissed as Joe filled me up with his load. His eight inches felt so good as he creamed me deeper than I’d ever been fucked. The four us showered and cleaned up, and they gave us a few minutes to get dressed while they made another round of drinks. I told my partner that if I’d known that he wanted POZ cock, I would have been happy to let him have it. I hadn’t realized how much it would turn me on seeing him take any other cock, let alone a raw one, let alone a raw POZ one that didn’t pull out to cum. We were exhausted, and after that last cocktail, Ben and Joe called us a car back to our place. Andy put his head on my shoulder in the back seat and told me he felt terrible about keeping his hookups with Matt secret. I told him whatever kinky fun he wanted to have, I wanted to be part of it! Turns out Matt had been filling him up with POZ cum for months without me knowing. As soonas we got home, Andy and I undressed and tumbled into bed. Just then, Andy’s phone buzzed. It was Matt asking how our night had been. He told him that it was great, and the next time they got together, I was game to be there. We scheduled an evening with Matt, inviting him to take turns on both of us. As we snuggled and got ready to go to sleep, Andy asked if he could confess one more thing. He told me, ‘Just so you know, Matt isn’t good at staying on his meds. He’s definitely bred me with detectable loads… I should have told you.’ I agreed and said, ‘yes, you should have told me.’ He squeeze my hand and we fell fast asleep, knowing that we were both looking forward to some risky cummy fun with Matt.
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My daughter asked me recently who is he to you about one of my fuck buddies who has been a regular of mine for 7 years now. It has made start really thinking about what she asked. What is he to me? Who am I to him? I have another less regular one who I've been seeing for over 8 years. To me a fuck buddy is a hook up who worked out well, there is good chemistry and we like to fuck. Most of the time, all we do is fuck. All we talk about is the next fuck. Occasionally one will become a friend, sometimes we keep fucking but usually when they move to the friend zone the fucking fades out. It makes me wonder, what is a fuck buddy to you? Do they mean something to you? Do you get to know them after several years? Do you care about them? I know I do. I value them as an important part of my life. Yet they don't share my life. Man that question as made me really take a hard look at this.
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I have gotten a little bit too casual lately I guess when it comes to my fuckbuddies. One of my most regular buds has been around a lot lately. We've started hanging out as well as having sex, which is all we used to do. My kids have known him and seen him around for about 7 years and it has always been kind of a "don't ask, don't tell" type of thing. I never lied about who he is but never volunteered information either. The age difference is such that he is only six years older than my son and seven older than my daughter. She came right out and asked me "Who is he to you?" the other day. I was kind of shocked and stalled for time by asking the classic line "What do you mean?" She responded with "Is he your friend, your boyfriend, a hook-up? I responded by using her words. "He is my friend, he's not my boyfriend, and he started out as a hook-up". She said "Oh Ok". It makes me wonder, how much do you tell your kids about your activities? I realized that lately they have seen several men in my place either when they would come home or wake up. It is probably why she felt she had to ask. I felt like it was important to be upfront and truthful, since that is what I have taught them is the right way to be.
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Back in August, I had one of those weekends - the type where I get really horny, go online, plan on a couple of fucks but end up getting fucked by a few dozen. It was great, and among the many great (and not so great) fucks of that weekend was a black dude with a thick dick and an amazing fuck technique. Unlike most other anon pump-dumps, BBC (what we'll call him for this write-up) was a nice guy, I stayed in touch with him, and he has continued to fuck me over the course of the past months probably about ten times. Two days ago, BBC gave me one helluvva fuck. BBC has a great ability to mix it up: fast then slow motions, soft then hard motions -- he does it really well and you feel really fufilled as a bottom at the end because 1) he dumps multiple loads and 2) you've been fucked at all speeds and intensities and in many different positions. Monday's fuck was a "pray to God I make it through this" fuck -- rapid fire fucking, deep dicking over and over, BBCs BBC constantly and rhythmically pulling completely out of my cunt then shoving back in. It was one of those fucks where I thought my body was going to split when he thrusted in again. He shot a giant load of cum after about 30 minutes of solid fucking and I had to lay there for about 30 minutes more to regain composure. And that was my last load (well, I've had three since then, but this was noteworthy).
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