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Here's a new story I'm just starting on. I hope all you hot horny studs like it! “She Doesn't Need to Know” Part 1 As I peddled my bike faster, bringing me closer to the little park in our community, my mind was going in a number of different directions. What am I doing, I asked myself more than once? My wife is back at home with both of our children. That's where I should be. Yet I was being drawn like a magnet toward the park. The place where my life had changed just a week ago. I've always been athletic and taken care of my body. Standing 6” tall, weighing in at 180 pounds, my body was solid and toned. My hair was blond, with green eyes and a thin covering of blond hair on my pecs and abs. I had been approached by lots of women over the years but had never entertained the thought of cheating on her. I loved her and she was the only one I'd ever been with. We married right out of high school, both of us eighteen, and there were no regrets. Within 4 years of getting married we had a boy and a girl, and they were perfect as far as I was concerned. My family meant everything to me. I was 40 and on top of the world. At least until last week, I thought, as I felt my thick 8” cock begin throbbing inside my bicycle shorts as the memories took over. I had begun taking a weekly bike ride after work and was usually gone an hour to an hour and a half. Last week, for some reason I decided to ride through the park. It was laid out very nice and it was a pleasant place to be while getting exercised. I stopped at a water fountain inside the park and took a good long drink. As I raised my head, I saw him. A lean almost skinny shirtless young man. His chest was smooth, his sweaty bangs hanging across his forehead and his eyes locked on me. Something inside me stirred but I didn't know what it was but couldn't ignore it. He looked to be maybe 21 or 22, just barely older than my son Jeremy. Although he was thin it was obvious his body was hard and toned. Trying to break our stare, without any success, I saw him get off the picnic table he was sitting on and walk in my direction. My heart started beating and I felt a sheen of sweat all over my body. Before I could move he was standing in front of me, smiling at me and running a hand across his smooth chest and hard nips. “Hey man, how's it going? Haven't seen you here before. I'm Drew.” He held out the hand that had just been caressing his slim body and I instinctively shook it and told him my name was Justin. “Nice to meet you, Justin”, he said stepping closer. “Dude you are hot! Your body looks fucking great!” I had never even thought about a guy sexually before but for some reason his words went to my head – or rather heads. I shook my head to clear it and said, “Hey man, thanks, but I'm straight and happily married with 2 kids. I don't go for guys. It's just not my thing.” “That's cool Justin. I was just giving you the compliment you deserve. I'm bi myself and just love hot sex and partying. I bet we'd have some real good fun together. Fun you'll never have with your wife. What do you say, man? Wanna hang out for a while and just see what happens? I promise you'll like it”, he finished with a sly grin as he reached out a hand and ran it over my thighs. I know he felt the shiver run through my body at his touch and his proposition. “Hey man, thanks. You seem like a cool dude, but I...I just can't.” “Is your wife expecting you home soon,” he asked. Without thinking I said no, no particular time. He stepped closer so we were just inches apart. He leaned toward my ear and whispered in a low seductive voice, “C'mon Justin. You know you want to. I promise I won't try anything if you don't want to. But if you've never been with a guy before, how can you know it's not for you?”, he finished licking my ear with the tip of his tongue and rubbing his hand against my now fully hard cock. WTF?! I screamed in my head, but said out loud to him, “Okay. I'm good with just hanging for a bit.” His smile widened making his face the most beautiful thing I'd seen up until then. “Cool! I live just a block away. C'mon. Let's have some fun.” As he started walking off, I followed him, my head in a daze and my cock dripping. Within 10 minutes we were inside his small but tidy 1 bedroom apartment. He told me to make myself comfortable and asked if I wanted something to drink. A water I answered as he headed toward what I figured was the kitchen. When he returned in one hand he had a glass of ice water for me and his other hand held what looked like a glass of coke. He chuckled as if he was reading my mind. “Rum and coke, bro. It relaxes me and sometimes gets me wired up. I can fix you one if you want. Just let me know.” “I'm good with the water” I said taking a big gulp and emptying half the glass. “Cool, man. Drink all you want and whatever you want.” He looked at me intently as I drained the last of the water and grabbed it asking if I wanted a refill. I said yes and in a moment I was taking another deep drink. It tasted so good, but I felt myself getting hot and starting to sweat. But I was feeling a bit more relaxed and asked if he minded if I tool off my shirt. A look I didn't recognize filled his eyes as he smiled and told me to take off whatever I wanted to. “Let me see your hot sweaty dad body.” I didn't know what that meant but still felt a thrill hearing him say the words. I peeled off my tight sweat-soaked shirt and immediately heard Drew say, “Oh fuck dude! What a hot sexy hairy bod! Your wife is one lucky lady.” I chuckled selfconsciously and said I hope she thinks so. Moving so that we were now sitting next to each other on the couch he asked, “Does your wife play with your nips to get you turned on? Most guys I know love having their nips played with and given some attention. Does she do that for you, Justin?” I shook my head “no” before telling him I'd never heard anything about nip play for guys although I loved playing with my wife's tits. Without asking or saying a word Drew reached out his hand and I felt his cool palm rub across both of my nips and back again. “Ah, damn dude! That feels fantastic!” “Yeah, you like me playing with your hard stiff daddy nips doncha Justin? Makes you horny, huh?” “Hornier than I've been in a long time”, I admitted. “What about this?” he asked leaning down and forward and wrapping his wet lips around one of my nips. “Oh gawd! Fuck! I've never felt anything like that before. It feels damn amazing!” “I knew you'd like it daddy,” he said moving his lips and tongue to the other nip. “There's more things I know you'll like if you want me to show you. But only what you want. Tell me to stop anytime and I will.” My cock was harder than I ever remember it being and it and the foggy feeling in my head were both now in control. “Yeah, yeah, sure. That's good. If it's stuff that will feel like this.” “It'll feel even better than this I promise. Hey how about I fix both of us a rum and coke first?” I agreed and as he walked off found myself pulling on my own nips wishing his mouth was on them instead. He was back in a few moments carrying two glasses and a small black leather pouch-like bag in one hand. He handed me my drink and we toasted as we both took big gulps. “I know you're relaxing some man but I can tell you're still uptight. I have something here that will help you relax even more and enjoy yourself.” With that he opened the pouch and pulled out a couple of lighters, a small baggie with chunks of something white in it and a small glass pipe with a rounded bowl on the end and a hole in the top. My head cleared just a little, enough for me to say, “Whoa man! I don't do drugs. No way.” “This isn't like pot or anything like that bro,” he chuckled. “It just helps you to relax and open yourself to the kind of fun we can have together. Let me show you.” He opened the small baggie and transferred some of the white crystal-like pieces into the pipe's bowl then lit a lighter and placed it under the bowl. “See the smoke starting to swirl and grow thicker? It always gets my blood rushing.” I watched as he moved the pipe's stem toward his lips. “Now, when the smoke is going good, you just barely put the stem to your lips and inhale as deep as you can. Hold it in a few seconds then blow it out. It's fucking sweet dude!” And saying that he did exactly what he'd said and I watched strangely turned on as he kept sucking on that smoke filled pipe. Finally he took the pipe from his lips and looking at me blew a thick white cloud of smoke into my face. Instead of being pissed at such a move I strangely found myself excited. He saw it in my face and grinned. “You like seeing me do that?” “Hell yeah”, I said. “I don't know why but it got me hot as hell!” “Wait until you do it yourself. I'll hold the lighter and you just inhale when I tell you, ok?” I nodded, scared but turned on at the same time. Not giving me time to think, Drew placed the loaded pipe at my lips and lit the flame. We watched the smoke build up then he told me to “suck it in daddy. Suck it good”. And I did. I filled my lungs then when he pulled it away I looked at him for direction. “Hold it, hold it. Yeah that's it. Now stud blow a cloud for me!” I exhaled and was enveloped in a cloud even bigger than Drew's. Instantly I felt a rush in my brain, my body and dick. I'd never been this horned in my life! “You want another one daddy?” Drew asked scooting next to me so our legs were touching. “Yes, please,” I panted. “I want more!” Once more he placed the pipe at my lips and lit the flame. While I inhaled this second hit I suddenly felt his fingers pinching and pulling on one of my nips. The sensation made me gasp making me inhale more smoke. Pulling the pipe away he kept his fingers on my nip as I writhed and moaned. At last he told me to exhale and when I did I felt his lips and tongue on my hard nips. Instinctively I grabbed the back of his head to hold his mouth where it felt so good and right. “Oh fuck yeah baby!” I moaned. He looked up at me and smiled. “How you feeling now daddy? You like what we're doing? Am I making you feel good?” “I am feeling awesome! I love it!! Nobody's ever made me feel this good. Please don't stop!” His hand dropped to my bulging crotch and squeezed making me moan louder. “Oh we're not stopping yet, daddy. Not by a fucking long shot!” **Let me know what you think men. Should I continue Justin's tale?**
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Wife knows I am Bi and has heard MANY stories of me being a shameless cumdump at Slammers! She actually gets really turned on hearing stories of me getting bred in the dark room! Cum dripping out of my hole as the next guy takes his place behind me, shoving his hard cock into my cum recepticle using the last few guy's loads as lube! She thinks it's hot I got to engage in so much anonymous fucking. We have a very open relationship. But I want this to be something I do without her knowledge (at first) just to heighten the [banned word] and excitement. After all is said and done, ill take a picture of all your loads dripping out of my well used man pussy and send it to her as we are eating a meal with her family next week! So who wants to be part of this nasty, uninhibited, hardcore cumdump experience? The more the better! The only thing I haven't decided on is the where. It would be amazing if a hot top were able to host and invite all of his hot horny buddies over to use me like the worthless cock whore I am! And ideally, if we could invite a few anonymous breeders over to use my hole as well. If not, I might rent a hotel room at the Link in Fort Lauderdale for a few hours. Keeping it nice and dark for you to cum in and dump an anonymous load in my ass, mouth or blast all over my ass or face! Another (and probably easiest) option is to meet up at Slammers as soon as it opens on Sunday the 10th. Its easiest so there's not so much need to coordinate the details like room numbers, addresses etc. Club Fort Lauderdale is always an option but I MUCH prefer Slammers! Raunchier. Nastier. And typically more anonymous. So who's gonna cum drain their balls into my eager cunt this Sunday July 10? Ill be waiting, lubed up and ready to recieve! Verbal, demanding, aggressive tops to the front of the line! You will NOT be dissapointed! My holes are nice and tight and I can suck a mean cock too! Cum have the time of your life! Do with me what you will. Hoping for a min of 20-25 loads that day! I'm fucking INSATIABLE! Can you handle that? Lets see Party and play more than ok! (Especially if you share! 😉) -
Year ago, when I was starting to deal with my thing for men, I was too afraid of being outed to go to the gay bars here in Chicago. But I was curious about who was going there, so I would walk by again and again, looking at the guys going in and out. One night, after spending hours of going back and forth, I saw a big black bodybuilder coming out, wearing only ripped bib overalls. I was amazed, as he did not fit the stereotype of a gay guy. He walked out on the sidewalk in front of me. I followed him until he reached a corner with a stoplight and stopped. So I walked up behind him. He turned and saw me there, and gave me the onceover and quick smile. He turned back away. I was so turned on, that I couldn't help myself – I said, "Hey, how are you?" He looked back and smiled and said, "Feeling good, and you?" He then asked if I had been in --------, and I said no. I could see a confused look pass over his face, so I added, "I'm too afraid to go in there, I have a wife." He smiled again, and we just sort of stood there. The light changed, and he looked at me and said, "Are you going my way?" I didn't know what to do or say, so I followed him. We talked a bit more as we walked. I felt so small next to him. At that time, I was fairly lean, 5'9" and 155 pounds. He was about 5'11" and 235 pounds. The muscles of his thick shoulders, traps and arms rippled under his jet-black skin, all of which seemed to be radiating heat. It was intoxicating to me. Eventually we reached his car. He looked at me patiently, and said, "Do you want to go to my place?" I was a bit scared, but overwhelmed by lust, so I said yes. I ran to my car on the next street over, and followed the directions he gave me to his apartment building, which was located by supersized local mall. I took the elevator to his floor and knocked on the door. He opened the door, grinned, and said, "I wasn't sure you'd actually show up." He let me in. His place was incredibly clean and neat. He led me to the couch and sat down next to me. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head, relaxing. I started to ask him questions. The more relaxed he became; the tenser I became. I was scared to do anything with him, because at that time, gay men meant HIV, and HIV meant certain death. He told me that he was clean and had been tested, but I wasn’t sure. I hesitated. He got a little frustrated. “Do you want to see my results?” I said no. There was a long awkward pause. He got up and went to the kitchen. He came back with glasses of water for us. Before he sat back down next to me, he unbuckled his overalls, exposing his torso – defined pecs, massive lats, and rippling abs. He looked at me, and said, “Yes or no?” I said yes. He asked me to stand up. He unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. He also unbuttoned my shorts and slid them off, leaving me standing there in my white Calvin Klein briefs. He ran a hand down my arm and pulled me closer to him. He cupped my ass and let out a soft growl. But then he backed off. He said, “I have to admit, I’m a bit intimidated.” Shocked, I asked why. “I don’t think I’ve ever hooked up with a guy who thinks of himself as straight and has a wife.” Afraid that he was about to call it all off, I reached out and felt his chest. He smiled. He raised an arm and flexed. “Like that?” I said yes, and felt it. Then he pulled me in tight and had me wrap my arms around him. He was radiating heat, masculine energy. I couldn’t believe I was there with him. With us still standing, he dropped to his knees and pulled off my briefs, watching as my rock-hard dick popped out of my briefs as he pulled them down. He hanked on my dick for a second, and tasted it. He stood up and pulled me onto him as he sat down on the couch. I was on my knees between his legs. I reached up to his pecs, feeling them up. He reached up and grabbed my head, and guided it to his nipples. I kissed them. And licked them. Then I kissed and licked my way down to his crotch, which was still hidden in his overalls. But I could feel his dick, which was hard. I felt him up. His cock was not huge, not small, but a little bigger than average, and certainly bigger than mine. He watched me exploring his crotch. Finally, he said, “You’re making me want to do something I rarely want to do.” I asked what that was. “Fuck. I usually don’t go there, but with you, I want it. I want that ass of yours.” He waited as I as thought about it. He was only the third man I had ever been with, and none had fucked me. Not really. The second man tried to fuck me for a minute in the shower as we cleaned up from messing around, but I stopped him. I was desperate to try it. Somewhat sheepishly, I said okay. He got up and led me to his bedroom. He sat me on the bed, and disappeared into the bedroom. When he came back, he had lost his overalls, and his semi-hard clock flopped back and forth as he walked. He had a bottle of body lotion with him. “Lay back,” he said, as he moved to the side of the bed. He reached down and grabbed my legs, and pulled me close to the edge of the bed. He pushed my legs up and over my head, pulled my ass up to him, and buried his face in my ass. I was stunned. No one had ever done that to me. And I couldn’t believe that he, a body god, was licking my ass. It felt strange. I was twisted in a pretzel, with a powerful black man slurping in my ass. Soon my ass felt wet, and dripping. He lowered my ass back down to the bed, while grabbing the lotion. He poured some into his hand, and wrapped it around his cock. At that moment, I realized that he had deliberately soaked my ass, so he could fuck me with the body lotion and his spit, not with lube, or with a condom. I wanted to stop him. But no words came out. I wanted to be fucked so badly, I just couldn’t back out. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, and pulled my legs straight up, against his muscular chest. He opened them and leaned down and in. I felt the warmth of his hard cock press against my ass… and then work its way to my hole. I momentarily panicked. I could not let him fuck me without a condom. I pushed back. I looked up and saw that he was watching me. “Don’t worry, I won’t cum in you. I wouldn’t do that to you.” I relented. He pushed forward, piercing my tight ass. His head dropped, and he moaned. “Damn, baby, you’re tight.” He pinned me beneath him, and pushed forward. The feeling of him moving deeper inside me was intense. I realized at that moment, there was nothing I could do. He had me pinned down, and was so heavy and muscular, I couldn’t get him off of me even if I wanted to. I thought to myself, “This must be how women feel when they are raped.” He started gently moving in and out of my ass, while watching me. I was too embarrassed to look back at him. I closed my eyes, as he fucked me. Despite some stinging from the lotion, it felt good. Really good. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his huge lats, and ran them down his back to his butt. Feeling his round, huge glutes flex as he penetrated me was incredibly erotic. He fucked me like a slow-moving, unstoppable piston. It felt so good. Suddenly, he slowed down and slowly backed out of me. He turned and disappeared to the bathroom and came back. His cock was semi-soft and looked dry. “Grab your dick and work it,” he commanded. Laying on my back, with my feet on the bed, I started to stroke my dick. I wanted him to re-enter me, but I quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen. He pushed me legs apart at my knees and pulled my legs around his waist. I could feel his cock against my ass and legs. He reached down, tickling my balls on his way to my hole. He plunged a finger into my ass, which caused me to moan. He gently fingered my prostate while I stroked my dick. I was embarrassed that he was doing that to me. I’m not sure why. But it felt incredible, and suddenly, I erupted in orgasm, spraying my cum over my head and onto his bed with the first shot, and then on my face and chest with the remaining blasts. “That was hot,” he said. “Don’t you want to cum,” I asked. He said, “I’m good. You’re a great fuck.” I was surprised that he didn’t want to cum. I thought maybe I didn’t turn him on. I quickly got dressed and ready to leave. He hugged me as I left. As I walked back to my car, I noticed a sensation I hadn’t before. My ass felt like it was leaking. At first I thought that it was just the wetness from the rim job he had done. But as the leaking feeling lasted for several hours, I wondered if maybe he had cum in me, despite his promise not to. To this day, I don’t know if he was the first man to breed me or not. Three weeks later, I went to Oak Street beach with my wife. As we were lying on beach, getting some sun, three muscular guys passed by us, walking about 20 feet down the beach from us. I didn’t check them out at first, but my girlfriend sat up and watched them as they stripped down to their shorts and get in the water. When they got out of the water, my girlfriend said, “They must be gay.” Sitting up to look for the first time, I asked why she said that. “They were all over each other in the water, and look, it looks like they’ve got boners now.” I looked at them: there were three, two white guys and a big black guy with his back to me. The white guys did seem to have boners. As I watched, the black guy grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his back and started to turn sideways. He was hard too. And then he turned to face us. It was him, my man, the bodybuilder. I froze, scared to death. He saw me, and very subtly winked, and turned back to his friends. That was not the last time I saw him.
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NOT My Story, I found it on Reddit, but I thought you sluts would like it. So I’ve been with my wife for about 7 years now and I love her heaps but I’ve always had this desire to try dick, I don’t know it’s just always appealed to me. Anyway last week I had to go on a business trip, when I got to my hotel the first thing I did was download Grindr onto my phone. I got talking to another guy who was married but looking for fun, and he was actually staying in the room 2 doors up from mine, he told me to come over and have a wine with him, it sounded like a good idea so I went over. I knocked on the door and a tall brown eyes, brown hair, good looking man in his mid 30s answered, “come in” he says very polite. We both sit down at his bar and he pours me a wine, we cheers and get talking, it was very small talk for a bit but it got more comfortable after about 10 mins. He explained to me that he had never done anything like this before, and he was sorry if it wasn’t what I expected. He told me he had never been with another man, I told him that neither had I. We moved over to the lounge we both sat down pretty quick, I then leaned in and started making out with him, we both started getting into I started rubbing his cock through his pants. I slipped myself off the lounge pulled his pants down and took his knob in my mouth. It wasn’t huge but still a very nice 6’5 cock, he started to moan a little as I took more of his cock in mouth, he grabbed my head and started to face fuck me, I was being used and I loved it! He pulled my head up and started making out with me again, then whispered in my ear “I’m about to fuck that virgin ass of yours” My eyes lit up he picked me up in his muscley arms and carried me to the bed, I ripped my pants off and got on all 4s, he got lube and started massaging my asshole working his fingers in and out for about 20 mins, then I felt him pull away and I felt his knob pushing against my ass, and then it just slid in, omg it was amazing. He fucked me so good for about 5 minutes first time before cumming in me. It felt amazing! He got off and we started making out again, we had some more wine then it was time for round 2, I got him hard again teasing his beautiful cock this time while he sat on the lounge I rode him and made out with him until I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass, I jumped off and took his cock in my mouth, and then let him finish all over my face. He had a big smile as he came it turned me on so hard I came all over the floor! I got up we kissed, exchanged numbers and then I left, I didn’t wipe his cum off my face tho and walked down the hall still plastered all over my face! He loved it, and so did I, knowing that he owned me that night really turned me on!
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This happened yesterday. I'm on the USC campus for a work conference, visiting from out of state. I chatted with this guy on Growlr and his profile said he was bisexual and cheating on his wife. right there in the profile, he admitted he was cheating. He was a top. When we started chatting, he told me he liked my ass and really wanted to fuck me...but he only fucked with condoms. I knew I wanted his load and I decided to seduce him. Neither of us could get free for two days, so during the hours he kept the app on his phone (he deleted Growlr before he went home each night), we talked dirty. I talked to him about the importance of seed, how I rarely took it inside me, how it *meant* something to carry a man's DNA, the very essence of a man until it got absorbed into the pink flesh. He loved it. I told him stories of seducing my massage therapist until he fucked his cum into me hard. I told him how I was with a top once who once said--while fucking me doggy style--"I'm taking off the condom now." he loved it. I talked about "seed loyalty," how a bottom feels intensely toward the top who gifted him with the juice of life, how bottoms were pussies meant to absorb this juice and the juice is meant to flow into pussies, male or female. He got off on it and kept telling me how he'd never heard this talk before, how he never NEVER considered the concept of "seed loyalty" and it was driving him nuts. I wasn't lying...I don't fuck around with hundreds of guys...I am surprisingly slutty for me--I let about 6 guys a year cum inside me. Okay, maybe 10. I realize some bottom guys go for 18 loads a night and that's awesome...but not my style. It is a big deal for me to take a guy's load. We don't have to be married or even see each other again, but I want there to be a connection during the breeding. I am his. I have seed loyalty to this man, even if he forgets about me two weeks later. After getting him worked up, I took Uber to his house, which I was surprised to find in South Central. I've never been to LA and here I was headed to this really run-down neighborhood and a bearded Hispanic man in a wifebeater met me at his chain link fence. We smoked pot. We got naked. He whipped out a condom. Dang. We fucked for a while and he was way into my beefy ass. He ate it. He sucked those lips. he kept touching my ass with his fingers lightly and saying, "Damn...damn..." He was into my thick daddy ass. After a while of fucking, I begged him to rub his precum-covered cock all over my pink hole. He pulled off the condom so he could accommodate me... Rubbed his dick against me... I moaned... He said quietly, "That was the last condom I have." I sensed this was a delicate moment and I wasn't sure whether to tell him to go for it or let him decide in this moment... I wanted to say, "Fuck me, raw." But I had been talking dirty about getting bred and honoring his seed-of-life, and for the past fifteen minutes it made him fuck harder and deeper...he knew what I wanted. I was kneeling on the couch and so instead of answering, I just pushed my ass out and moaned. He entered me. He fucked me. As soon as he was inside me, I started talking dirty about his raw cock, and how good it felt, how his precum was truly slicking up my insides so that when he blew his load, his sperm would swim deeper in my slicked-up colon. The more I talked about his seed in me, the harder he got. After a few more minutes of fucking, he started swearing in Spanish, and he blew his load. He came hard. I wouldn't let his cock out of me...I milked it, held onto it as he tried to pull out. Eventually he pulled out and looked at me like he could not believe what happened. He told me he was married less than a year and while he cheated a few times, never raw. I tried to talk dirty about how good it felt to be knocked up and now I had "seed loyalty" to him--for the rest of my life, I would jack off thinking about my south central LA Chicano who bred my thick white ass. He was a little dazed and in shock over what he had done, so I called an Uber. He waited with me outside while the car came. I asked him why he decided to fuck me raw. He shrugged and said, "I was out of condoms." That wasn't exactly true. I had intended to respect his wishes to play safe, so I had brought condoms with me. While we fucked, they were sitting in my jeans pockets two feet away. But I never told him that. I held his semen inside me for hours.
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Just got a message on an online hookup site asking if I was free and played safe. I responded with my address, adding that the doors would be open, and I'd be arse up on the bed. Two minutes later the door opened and he walked over and started playing with my arse. He wasn't hard so I turned around and started sucking him. He was about 6.5 inches and it didn't take long to get him hard. i took the condom that he'd just picked up off the bed and opened, and rolled it on to his thick cock, making sure to grab the carefully prepared tip. I turned around and he pushing in, no lube. In he went and I felt the condom snap. Any bottoms who say they didn't know the condom broke are full of it. Anyway, he fucked away for a few minutes before his breathing gave away that he was shooting his babies deep in my arse. He left his cock in there a minute or so before pulling out. I turned around saw the broken rubber rolled it off his cock and threw it on the floor. He shook my hand and left saying it was hot, and that this was the second time he fucked a guy. As soon as he left I started playing with my hole, tasting his cum, which tasted real good. I am now sitting here with a dildo in my arse, pushing the load deep in my guts while I write this and jerk off. I will ask him back real soon.
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As soon as I tested positive I slammed the breaks on my sex life. I had basically affairs going with two married men who I had been seeing for over 4 years each. They were both bisexual and were young men still able to bang their wives cunts regularly. And becuase they never once wore a condom with me, I always felt an obligation to stay as clean as possible so they didnt take anything home to their wives. I'm a decent guy/whore that their husband is fucking. My Dilemma now is that they don't care now that I am undetectable. The favorite one, 6'4" 38 year old countryclub tennis champion who is handsome and hung and is really nice to me. He's a very successful business man and I love how he struts his sucess. It makes him feel manly. One day he comes over in a $3000 suit and the next time he's wearing jeans, a t-shirt, a $2000 sport coat and $1600 cowboy boots. I like a man who is proud of himself and who indulges himself. I am one of his indulgences. We will call him Bryan. I told him I couldn't see him anymore and I told about contracting HIV. He was awesome and offered me money to help out, a shoulder to cry on, the works. I didn't encourage him as I felt it was done. I didn't want to be a part of potentially changing his and his wife's lives. So i resigned myself to letting him go. My favorite fuck buddy. I've been undetectable for 6 months and I feel I have this undercontrol. He is always the top so his risk is cut even further. I have bled after his fuckings because his dick is like a tennis ball can. It is big. He's an agressive fuck. Like a straight man. I WANT HIM BACK. Should I email him and just lay that all out? Let him decide if he wants to fuck me again bad enough to take that small insignificant risk. He loves our sex. It has always had an air of "us getting away with something together'. It was hot. And I keep cumming back to his big German cock. I love that cock. And his huge balls flood my ass and my throat with ungodly amounts of his Aryan seed. I want him back. Should I leave well enough alone that I got out of it with no one getting hurt and he and I still friends, or should I tell him I want to be his whore-again. I haven't been fucked in his new Audi A8 yet damnit. Sometimes we fuck in his car cause it is another symbol of his success, and thus his manliness. I buy into it all. I want him back! Opinion? Advise? and don't bother with "if he fucks you it's his problem what he might take home....." Cliche, heard it already. Plus, I'm just not like that. Having an ongoing affair with a married man is actually a responsibility. Besides not giving him STI's, keeping our secret is as important to me as him. His lovely wife is also a tennis champion at their country club and if it got out that bryan was cheating with another man, alot of people could be hurt. Lives woudl be altered. So, I am trying to do the right thing, not what I want to do.
