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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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“Recognize these?” My wife’s voice was cold as ice as I saw what was spread on the bed in the hotel room. There lay my leather gear, my gay pride jewelry, two dildos, and many photographs of gay sex. I looked at my wife, her face ablaze with fury, tears in her eyes. She picked up my leather biker cap and harness. “Put them on,” she ordered. *** I have always known I was gay or at least bi, although I had never had sex with a man. When I was younger I had trouble having orgasms during sex with women until I started to fantasize that I was the one being fucked. I told myself it was normal for straight men to have homoerotic fantasies or to enjoy variety. My deep denial made it possible for me to marry and have two kids, while my man-lust remained buried. But that didn’t make for a great sex life, and I began to play out my gay fantasies in private by buying gay porno magazines and videos. Over time my sexual fantasies about men got darker: leather scenes, mild (and sometimes not-so-mild) S&M, and older, hairy bear-types. I’m of average height and slender, and I was always the bottom. And my fantasies were always about being fucked bareback, even getting pozzed. I remember when I found an isolated adult bookstore a few miles from my home and bought a studded leather dog collar and a dildo. The first time I wore the collar and worked the well-lubed dildo into my virgin ass in front of the bathroom mirror was a moment of revelation for me, the greatest sexual high I had ever experienced. I had put on one of my wife’s pretty watches and two of her rings for the occasion. I knew what I was: an effeminate butt-boy, longing for a rough, hairy stud to teach me my place. When I shot my load, great gobs of jism spurted all over the bathroom. I scooped it up and tasted it, loving every warm, salty drop. Once I started, there was no turning back. I wanted more. I purchased other fetish gear on-line – a biker cap, black work boots, a studded cock ring, sexy tight leather shorts with a snap away strip over my ass and crotch, and a harness. I bought the same kind of watch my wife wears, with a thin, black leather band and round white face – unmistakably feminine. Then came a rainbow bracelet and ring, and a male symbol ring. Because my wife worked in the city and I often worked out of the house, I had lots of time alone at home for my fantasy fetish session. I figured out how to make a “man” from couch cushions and other household items. I would spread a sheet on the floor, grease the dildo, and pleasure myself in every position I saw in the videos. It’s clear now that as time passed I started to get a little careless about where I hid my toys and my photos. The kids had gone off to college, so there were fewer curious eyes to worry about. Usually I put the stuff away in the attic and covered the box with other bins and boxes. But as I found more times for elaborate jerk-off sessions, I relaxed my precautions about concealment. I downloaded pictures from internet sites and forgot to erase them. Once I left a gay video open on my computer screen for a couple of days. Probably I should have suspected something when my wife’s demeanor changed. She became cooler and started to avoid sex. That part didn’t bother me much because my overheated leather sessions kept me well-satisfied. I noticed sometimes that my box with my leather gear seemed to be in a slightly different position, but told myself my memory was at fault. Then one day, out of the blue, my wife began to act very friendly again and suggested a weekend at a hotel in the city to rekindle our fires. Still loving her and wanting to keep her happy, I promptly agreed. We would meet after work on a Friday when I knew I had to be in the city all day. She told me she would pack everything and meet me in the hotel room. *** My wife was waiting for me when I arrived. She had changed into a skimpy black negligee. I found her pale, smooth skin alluring and moved to embrace her. “Wait,” she said. “I have something special to show you. Go into the bathroom and take off all your clothes. Wait until I call you.” I did as she instructed. A few minutes later she said, “OK, come out here.” Her tone had changed; I noticed a harsh edge to her voice that took me by surprise. Opening the bathroom door, I received the shock of my life when I looked at the bed. My wife stood with her arms crossed, her eyes ablaze. Confronted by the evidence of my homosexual fantasy life, I gulped and felt my face redden in shame. As I started to mumble a lame explanation, she silenced me with the order to don my gear. Maybe if I had not been caught off guard, I would have refused or simply put on my clothes and left. Instead I obeyed, as my wife offered nasty comments. “I see you know just where everything goes. You must have had a lot of practice. No wonder you don’t have the energy for NORMAL sex,” she sneered. She picked up my biker cap and held it. “Don’t forget the cap – it wouldn’t look MACHO without the cap.” The icy contempt in her voice cut through me like a dagger. As I pulled on my gear, I felt my cock stiffen involuntarily. I turned to hide it from my wife. But as soon as I was done, she walked over to me and reached for the snaps for the crotch cover in my tight leather shorts. The flap covering my cock, my balls and my butthole came off in her hand, and my five-inch dick stood up, hard as a rock. My balls felt swollen already. She grabbed my right wrist, on which I wore my pretty woman’s watch. “Just like mine, huh?” she asked. “Except on you it makes you look like a girlie-man. That’s what you are, isn’t it?” “Honey, OK, these are just fantasy objects. They don’t mean any...” “SHUT THE FUCK UP,” she screamed, in a voice louder than she had ever used in an argument.“Do you have any idea how HUMILIATING this is to ME? To know you go prancing around like some LEATHER FAGGOT?” Tears now streamed from her eyes. I hung my head in shame. “NOW PLAY WITH YOURSELF,” she shouted between sobs. When I hesitated, she demanded, “I SAID DO IT. YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT.” I was afraid someone would call the front desk or something. Embarrassed as I was to be standing there with my wife, it would be much worse to be seen this way by a stranger. “OK, dear,” I replied. “Just lower your voice. I’ll do what you say.” I began to pump my stiff cock, which swelled even more. There was something incredibly exciting to be doing that in front of her. Then my wife snapped the leather cock ring tight around the base of my dick and balls. With the increase in pressure, I felt precum start to ooze profusely from the tip of my prick. Again she gave an order: “TASTE IT.” By now my will to resist her demands had collapsed. I ran my index finger over the tip of my dick, collecting the slick prick juice, and licked it off. “I bet that’s not the first time you’ve tasted your own cum, right?” I nodded, avoiding her gaze. “And you like how it tastes, don’t you?” I nodded again. “YOU’RE DISGUSTING! I FEEL SICK, JUST LOOKING AT YOU. I’M PHYSICALLY SICK.” She was breathing hard, her cheeks flush with anger. “How many other men’s cum have you tasted?” “None. Honey, believe me, I’ve never had sex with anyone but you since we’ve been married. You have to believe me...” “Really?” she asked, more a statement than a question. “Then it’s time we proved that you really are a queer.” With that she walked over to the door connecting our room to the next one. I saw that the door on the other side was already open. And then it hit me: we were not alone. *** “Come in here, Eric,” my wife said. “I want you to meet my husband.” In walked a big, burly, leather-clad hunk of a man. If I had to conjure up my fantasy leather daddy, he’d look a lot like this heavy-set stud who stood before me. He was a good four inches taller than me and weighed at least 250 pounds. (I’m only about 150 pounds myself.) Beneath his leather cap his hair was close-cropped; he gazed at me with commanding blue-grey eyes; his thick beard was streaked with grey. He wore a studded leather harness tight across his furry chest and his big beer gut, and leather bands around his thick biceps. His huge thighs were encased in tight black chaps. His cock, long and heavy and already swelling, hung open between his legs. He, too, wore a cock ring. Eric walked across the room and extended his hand. I shook it and he continued to hold it as our eyes met. “A pleasure, boy, a pleasure,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since your wife told me about you.” My mouth was dry. His grip sent a bolt of sexual electricity through me. This man could do anything he wants to me, I thought. I just nodded. Eric reached out with his other arm and pulled me into an embrace. I felt our cocks rub together, both stiffening. Nothing had ever felt more wonderful, more natural, than being in this man’s powerful arms, feeling his big belly press against my slender waist. I sighed aloud. At first my arms hung by my side but then, as though they had a will of their own, my hands began to run up his thighs, across his hairy ass cheeks and around his back. Eric’s hands found my little butt and squeezed. I felt his bristly beard rub against my close-trimmed one and then his lips brushed my neck. His hot breath there cause me to sigh in pleasure. Without thinking about it, I started to rub his back and arms, savoring his strength. From the corner of my eye, I caught my wife’s hate-filled glare. “KISS HIM!” she ordered. I turned my face toward Eric’s and his lips brushed mine, once, twice, then our mouths locked together. He grabbed my dog collar so I could not retreat – not that I wanted to. I parted my lips and his tongue thrust between my teeth and explored my tongue. He tasted raunchy, traces of cigarettes and beer. I loved it. “God, I HATE FAGGOTS,” my wife raged. “FUCKING QUEERS. That’s so UNNATURAL.” She told Eric to sit on the chair by the desk. Then she turned to me. “Get on your knees in front of him.” I did as I was told. “Now suck his dick.” I took it in my hand but hesitated. Eric’s dick was much bigger than my dildo. I was afraid I’d gag on it. My wife, though, would brook no resistance. “You know you want it, girlie-man. SUCK IT!” I looked up at Eric. He smiled at me. “Better do as the lady says, boy, or I’ll have to get rough with you.” I brought my lips to the mushroom-shaped head of his dick. It was smooth and glistened with his precum. I swirled my tongue around the tip. The first taste of his salty man-cream sent a shiver down my spine. This is what I’ve always wanted, I thought, and I’m finally doing it. I opened my mouth and slowly drew as much of Eric’s meat in as I could. I felt his body tense and a deep grunt escaped his throat. His pleasure thrilled me. I began to move my head up and down, sometimes pulling off him to swirl my tongue around the outside. Then I lapped his balls as I pumped his shaft. “You’re a natural cocksucker, boy,” Eric gasped. His words filled me with a new kind of joy, the joy a gay man feels when he discovers he can please his partner sexually. As I drew Eric’s dick back within my mouth, I heard a clicking sound. I realized my wife had our camera and she was taking pictures as I went down on Eric. I stopped sucking his dick and looked at her. “What are you doing?” I asked in disbelief. “You HUMILIATED me, you bastard,” she cried. She was visibly trembling with anger. “And now I’m going to get even with you. EVERYONE’S GOING TO SEE THESE!” Eric broke the tension. “Don’t worry about it, boy. We both know that you’re through with women. What do you care what she does with her fuckin’ pictures?” And I knew at once that he was right. I was enjoying man sex far too much to ever go back. *** “Lie down on the bed, boy,” Eric instructed me. I did as I was told. He straddled my chest and his bulk trapped me as his stiff cock waved in front of my eyes. I could not have moved him off me if I had tried. I realized that this is what it means to be dominated. “Open wide,” Eric demanded in his firm, quiet voice. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” I parted my lips as I was told and was rewarded with thick, hot manmeat. Eric thrust in and out of my mouth, and I gagged. “Please, not so hard, I can’t,” I whined. He laughed and shoved it right back in. I grasped his thighs and thrilled at the sensation of the leather. My wife leaned over, still taking pictures and still making nasty comments. “I hope he CHOKES you with his dick, you queen. YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING COCKSUCKER! THAT’S RIGHT, YOU MISERABLE HOMO FAGGOT!” Her words turned me on even more. I sucked with new enthusiasm and the instinct to gag subsided. Eric went deeper in my throat and my dick got even harder. Abruptly he stopped. Eager to swallow his load, I was disappointed. He swung around and presented his ass to me. It was huge and hairy as I ran my hands across it. “Taste my ass, boy, get your tongue in my shitter.” With that he pressed his crack against my nose. All I could see, all I could feel, were his vast, hairy cheeks. I smelled the funky aroma of sweat and butt juice. With my tongue I explored around his butthole. Soon it was slick with my saliva. Then, tentatively, hesitantly, I probed his anus with my tongue and worked it inside. I was rewarded with a loud moan. “That’s it, boy, get that tongue in deep. Yeah, let me feel it.” Eric’s words sounded far away. My wife leaned over me. “God, that’s GROSS,” she cried. “I’ve never seen anything so FILTHY in all my life. ALL YOU FAGS SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR THE THINGS YOU DO! YOU’RE PERVERTED! SICK!” Eric had been holding my cock and pumping it gently. Now he brought it into his mouth and swallowed it to the base. I felt his lips brush my crotch hair as he deep-throated me. I thought I would die from ecstasy. My wife always hated sucking me and would stop after the first dribble of precum. As Eric pleasured me, I responded in kind. My tongue thrashed about, in and out of Eric’s shithole, lapping as if my life depended on it. *** “I want you to fuck him, the little shit,” my wife said sharply to Eric. “That was our deal. You promised you’d fuck him without a rubber.” Eric withdrew, leaving me breathing hard, prostrate on my back. I could scarcely believe what had been happening – and what was about to happen next. Eric went into the other room and came back with some lube. My wife glared at me; I said nothing to her. Returning to our bed, Eric told me to pull my knees to my chest. He then began to lap around my ass, wetting my curly butt fuzz, and followed by probing my butthole with his tongue. The sensation left me writhing and moaning. So this was what it feels to be on the receiving end of a rim job! I thought, I could get used to this in a hurry. Then Eric squeezed some lube on my crack and started to work it in past my sphincter with one of his thick fingers. The whole universe seemed concentrated at one point, my cherry anus, as he worked that digit in and out. I felt a moment of pain as he pressed a second finger into my unyielding hole and I willed myself to relax. “Breathe, boy,” Eric coaxed tenderly. I appreciated the care he gave me. When both fingers were in, I felt my muscles relax. He started a gentle scissoring motion to stretch me. I felt my balls swelling even more. “Tell him what you want, FAGGOT,” my wife sneered. "Say it with a lisp." “Please, Eric,” I murmured, “I want your big cock inside me. I need it. Please – give me what I need.” With that, Eric withdrew his fingers. He pumped his cock a couple of times, making sure it was rock hard. Still on his knees, he moved between my legs and shifted my legs onto his broad shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock press against my waiting butt opening. Our eyes met and he smiled at me as he increased the pressure on my anus. I felt a burning sensation and began to push back against his cock. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved into my rear as the burning increased. I winced from the sharp pain. But then my sphincter relaxed and the tip of his dick slid into me. Slowly, slowly he pushed deeper into my back passage. The burning subsided, replaced by the most exquisite sense of fullness and completeness I had ever experienced. Eric is fucking me, I thought. My wife is watching Eric fuck me. Oh, God! I can’t believe this is finally happening. As Eric buried himself within me, I gripped his powerful forearms. My hands seemed so dainty. I caught a glimpse of my pretty watch and my pride rings. This is what I was meant to be, a bottom for my manlover’s thick cock. A wide smile of contentment crossed my face, and I uttered girlish cries, “Ah! Mmm!” each time Eric thrust into me. My wife, her eyes wide at the sight of her husband taking another man’s cock, could not contain herself. “YOU SEE! YOU SEE! YOU LIKE THAT! You like being fucked. This is so fucking HUMILIATING! I’m married to a God-damn QUEER, a God-damn, stinking FAGGOT. YOU’RE NOT A REAL MAN – NO REAL MAN WOULD LET HIMSELF BE FUCKED!” New tears streamed down her face; her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She snapped more photos even as she screamed expletives at me. But my attention was fixed on my ass, on the amazing feelings Eric’s huge tool produced as he began to move in and out. Precum oozed from my dick, purplish and swollen more than I had ever seen it. I looked up at Eric’s face. It was contorted with lust. “Do you like my ass, sir?” I asked. “I hope my ass pleases you, sir.” He smiled down at me. “You’re a fast learner, boy. Good to see that I don’t have to teach you good manners.” He started to pick up the pace, now that my ass muscles were relaxing. I heard the soft, squishy sound a cock makes when it plunges in and out of a tight, wet hole – a cunt or an ass. The beautiful sound made by Eric’s cock and my ass. The room filled with the aroma of my back passage. Our eyes met and he leaned forward to kiss me. Our tongues met and his fucked my willing mouth. I felt the weight of his round beer gut atop me. My top likes my lithe body, I thought. I ran my hands up his hairy biceps and over his shoulders. When he broke our kiss, my hands explored his chest. I tugged on his harness and kneaded his abdomen with my slender fingers. “You are so sweet, sir,” I cooed. My wife looked ready to puke. I didn’t care. *** The surge of a rising orgasm built within my cock. It seemed to well up from some inner recess and take control of my body. “I’m going to cum, sir! I can’t help it. Please, sir, may I come?” Before Eric could answer, mancream spurted from my dick slit in little jets, flying across my chest and even reaching my beard. The volume of jism amazed me – I hadn’t produced anything like it since I was in my twenties. “I didn’t tell you something, hubby,” she snarled. “Eric is HIV positive. He’s going to infect you, you miserable bastard. How do you like that?” “I don’t care,” I gasped. “I only care about his pleasure.” By this time, my wife had had enough. I felt sorry for her at that moment, even as she let her homophobia erupt. She went into the bathroom and slammed the door hard. “Damn loud-mouthed bitch,” Eric said with a shrug. You’ll take orders from me now, not her.” “Yes, sir,” I said, meekly. He pulled out of me, leaving a void and momentary disappointment. “Turn over on your knees, faggot.” When he used that word, it didn’t bother me. In fact, it sent an erotic charge through me, as my true sexual identity was now no longer a secret. My legs felt like jelly, but I did as I was told. On all fours I faced the bathroom door. Eric moved behind me, pressed his cock against my slick, open butthole, and rammed his meat into me in one fluid motion. He went so deep so quickly that for a moment I felt that the tip would come out my throat. “OHHH, yes!!! Thank you, sir,” I gasped. “You made a mistake before, boy. You came without permission.” “I’m sorry, sir. It felt so good I couldn’t control myself.” “That’s no excuse,” he said, as he resumed his in-and-out action. My cock somehow stiffened again. “If you want to be my bottom, you better learn to follow orders. I’ll have to punish you.” With that he began to spank me, and plenty hard. “Thank you, sir,” I cried after each blow. The room echoed with the echoes of his slaps on my ass cheeks. My wife emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. Our eyes met, and I saw again on her face utter contempt and profound revulsion. And it was an incredible turn-on! Her face reddened as Eric spanked me and fucked me and I called out my gratitude and obvious ecstasy. “Oh, thank you, sir! I need a man like you to teach me how to be a good bottom.” Then, with a deliberate lisp in my voice, I added, “You’re so strong, so manly.” And that sent my wife off the deep end. “WE’RE FINISHED, GIRLIE-MAN!” she shrieked. “I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR NEW LOVER. NO WOMAN WOULD EVER WANT TO TOUCH YOU AFTER SHE SAW THIS. IT’S SICK, IT’S REVOLTING.” With that, she opened the door into the hall and stormed out, the door slamming loudly behind her. *** Eric leaned forward and pulled two pillows under my dick. With his massive torso on my back, my arms collapsed. I turned my head to the side. He began to kiss me again over my shoulder, and I twisted to meet his tongue. His arms went under me and his thrusts quickened. He broke our kiss and gasped, “Here it comes, boy. Take my poz load! Take it like a man!” “Yes, sir. I want it, sir. I want your toxic load in my ass! Seed me!” There was one final moment of hesitation, followed by the deepest lunge yet. “AH! AH! AHHHH!” Eric roared in my ear, as hard, rapid thrusts followed, as it heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. I was thrilled – I had fulfilled my deepest craving, to please my manlover. And suddenly that triggered my second orgasm, very different from the first but just as pleasurable. Eric lay atop me, his enormous bulk pinning me. We continued to kiss over my shoulder, softer, more tenderly. My life had been changed forever, as we both knew. My straight life was over. From this point forward I would live my true identity, as a man who loved men.
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“Well, well. What do we have here?” My wife’s voice, cold as ice, cut right through me. I was naked on our bed, absorbed in a gay porno video, fucking myself with my thick, 8-inch dildo. My wife had left for a client meeting and wasn’t supposed to return for hours. I had prepared everything for a long, happy jerk-off session. I was wearing my leather dog collar and gay pride jewelry. I didn’t hear her come back into the house. “Surprised, aren’t you, honey?” she said, with a sneer. “I guess you weren’t expecting me home so soon. My meeting was cancelled.” I felt my face turn bright red with embarrassment. I slowly began to pull the dildo from my ass. “WHO TOLD YOU TO STOP?” she shouted. I froze, the dildo half in my ass. She told me to turn on my side with my dick facing her. She came over to the bed and lay down beside me. I could smell her perfume. “You’re so hard, honey. I haven’t seen you with an erection like that in a long time.” She reached around me and pulled out the dildo. It was coated with lube. She inspected it and let out a low murmur. “This is really big. Not like your cock. You must practice a lot to be able to fit that in your butt hole.” I said nothing. The video was still playing. In it, an older muscle bear was fucking a smaller, younger man. The volume was up and the top’s manly grunts and the twink’s girlish “ah” sounds were clearly audible. My wife stared at the screen. “I guess we know which one you’d like to be,” she said with open contempt. My wife handed back the dildo. “I told you not to stop. Shove it back in and go back to fucking yourself. You were having such a good time.” Her face was twisted in a vicious smile. Humiliated by her words and her tone, I realized I was also more aroused than ever before in my life. I didn’t try to resist. I began to move the dildo in and out and a moan escaped my lips. My wife leaned close. “I hate fags. You know that. They make me sick. And now I discover I’m married to one.” She got off the bed and left the room. I didn’t stop plugging myself with the dildo. In moments, she was back, camera in hand. I paused. “DON’T YOU DARE STOP, FAGGOT!” she ordered in a voice so loud I was afraid our neighbors would hear her. I resumed sliding the dildo in and pulling it out. My ass was on fire; precum oozed from my dick. In the video the top was grunting harder and telling his partner he was going to seed him. I heard the camera clicking as my wife snapped pictures of me. “I want to hear you say it, honey. I want to hear the words from your own lips. Come on. Tell me what you really are.” “I’M A FAGGOT! YES, YES, I’M GAY. I LOVE MEN!” I cried out. And then I shot my load, a warm, sticky puddle of jism soaking into the sheet beneath me. “Yes, you are, honey,” my wife replied. “I’m sure that with these photos you’ll give me no trouble during the divorce.” She dipped her hand in my cum and rubbed it all over my face, forcing some into my mouth. Then she walked out.
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I had been married for ten years, to an extremely dirty girl. We were swingers, and she loved threesomes and orgies. She was one of those rare girls who not only did anal, bt she loved it and came from it as well. She had few limits, really just two: condoms always, and no guy on guy stuff... We would set up parties every few weeks, and invite people over to fool around. She would usually take some ecstasy, and by 10pm, she would usually be tonsils deep on a guy, with at least one or two more pounding the rest of her. She was famous for her mouth, too, because she adored making guys cum, and hated when they came in the condoms. So the party was going well, there were only 8 people there this time. Two single black guys, who we didn't know, but were each a guest of one of the two couples. Typical BBC fantasy material, and they had been spending their time spit roasting each of the women on their thick long cocks. Neither one of them had cum yet, when it was my wife's turn. The other two couples were bailing, so it was just the four of us... My wife stood up and said she was going to take a quick shower (she was a cum spattered mess), and so I sat and chatted with the two remaining guys. They asked what her limits were, and I told them she was good for all three holes, but condoms for her ass and cunt. At that, the older of the two black guys rolled his eyes and said 'naw man, I want to cum, and I can't cum with a rubber...' I said sorry, but that was the rule. Among other things because she was not on birth control. He tried to persuade me to make her take it bare, and then after a few minutes, he bailed too. My wife was going to be pretty disappointed at missing her airtight seal. My wife gave me a call, and I excused myself, in the bathroom she told me her ecstasy was wearing off, and that she needed a bump. I told her it was already handled. I gave her a capsule I had filled earlier, and told her I wanted to watch Tom (the black guy) fuck it into her asshole on the end of his dick. What I didn't mention was that what was in the cap was actually a mixture of ecstasy and ketamine, calculated to turn her even sluttier than usual while making her (and there is no better way to put this) kind of retarded and zombie like. She grinned wickedly, because booty bumps are her favourite way to get drugged, and nobody but me had ever done this to her before... I left her in the bathroom, and went back t the bedroom where tom was laying back and stroking his huge cock. i joined him and began stroking my own. I'm big, but his was two inches longer and thicker as well. 9" and as thick as my wife's wrist. This was going to be fun... Suddenly tom whispers... 'you like the D, drays?' 'yeah, but my wife doesn't know'. He smiled 'see what happens later then?' That was when my wife came in, dripping from her shower, and sat down between us. She handed Tom the capsule, and said 'drays will tell you what to do with that', and started sucking my cock. She was on all fours her big round milf ass in the air. I know Tom could see her slightly gaped asshole, and her slick cunt lips all hairless and smooth. I groaned a bit at my wife's slut mouth, and said 'It's a booty bump of exstasy, Tom, just slip it inside her asshole, and then push it in further with your cock. It will melt inside her ass and get her high again....' Tom laughed 'you dirty little whore!' and he slipped the capsule into her pink hole. He worked his fingers into her deeper, then took up a lube bottle and a condom. Unrolling the super sized rubber onto himself, he lubed up and positioned himself. 'Beg for it, girl, tell me what you want' I sat up to watch, his huge cock resting against her hole. I knew she had been assfucked by one f the others already, but that modest 6" cock was nothing like this. She looked over her shoulder 'please use your cock to slide those drugs deep inside me.... they're the only way I will be able to take what I know you want to do to me' she moaned a little as he slid a little ways 'please Tom, I hardly ever get black cock, please work that cock into me and make me scream your name' her hips wriggled as she pushed back onto him, moaning about what a nasty whore she was, and how dirty she would be for us. I spread her cheeks apart and said ' yeah Tom, start slow stroking her...rub that shit into her asshole and feel her get fucked up...' It had been five minutes since it first slid in, so it was starting to take effect. She moaned softly as his cock began slow slides in and out. Burying her face in the pillow, she began moving back in time with his thrusts. I watched his look of surprise as she began taking him balls deep 'see Tom? I told you she's a good little whore' I lifted her head up and slid my cock into her mouth, I began to fuck her face, 'Thats a good whore, do you like having two big cocks in each end? She mumbled around my cock 'oh fuck yes, Love it... this E is better than the last stuff!' 'It's new little whore, especially formulated for sluts like you!' 'MMMMm it's so good.... I feel like I could take anything' 'you will, little whore...you will' The full rush was hitting her now, I watched the intelligence in her eyes drain away, replaced by lust and hunger. I began fucking her throat, making her gag a little making her asshole clench down on Tom each time. Tom was also stroking harder, holding at full depth to feel her gags, then pulling out to slap her ass with it, before plunging in again. 'Man this whore can take it, dude, you a lucky man!' I grinned 'yeah, she's a keeper. she could take you sober as well, but then we couldn't do this'. The next time he pulled out, i reached over and wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking it.... 'Zoe?' I asked 'tell him what you want!' 'wann 'im imma cunt!' she slurred around my cock. I smacked his cock against my wife ass. 'why?' 'cuz imma dirty slut!' 'why else' 'cuz it's so big and its full of cum and i want it in me!' Toms eyes went wide, and his cock swelled in my hand He looked at me, and I whispered 'role-play it, it turns the little cumslut on, don't worry she loves the idea of strangers cum in her' 'Beg Tom for his cum, little whore' 'Please Tom, please put your cum in my slutty cunt, please, I want you to breed me, fill me up until I drip, make me your dirty fucking cumslut!' Up to this moment, all of this had been the plan between my wife and I, but I was too horny, too high, and too weak to resist temptation... I went off=plan... Carefully, I unroll the condom from his cock. I look at him. I produce another capsule, pop it in her hole. 'This one is just K, enough to put her out for an hour or so. Push it in, Tom' Grinning, Tom slips that huge club back into her, and starts long stroking my wife. She is going crazy as I talk to her, telling her she's taking raw cock, telling her how long and thick it is. As the K takes hold, and she starts to slip away and pass out, Tom shudders and thrusts deep, filling her asshole with seed. I am quite certain that was the moment my wife was infected with HIV. Tom pulled out of my wife, a dribble of cum followed, and rolled over. I positioned myself, and thrust my cock into her asshole. I fucked her slowly, feeling the novel slickness of another guys cum, something that despite a decade of debauchery, I had never felt. Tom sat up, then stood beside me. I turned my face towards him, his half hard cock was right there... I began to lick and suck it as I fucked my unconscious wife. Cleaning her asshole from it, I could even taste the faint tangs of ketamine and ecstasy on it. I felt as though my cock was stirring his cum inside her, and the thought made me want more... 'Tom, you want her pussy?' 'Hell yeah' He climbed on, and I turned her face sideways, and slipped my ass-covered cock into her mouth. She was barely conscious, but reflexively sucked at me like a baby on a nipple. Was hard as a rock as I watched him enter her cunt, her very fertile cunt... 'She really isn't on the pill, man' 'Good, a little risk makes it fun! Maybe I am going to knock the little bitch up!' I reached ut and played with his hard nipples, the down t slide my fingers into her cum-slick asshole. I could feel his cock plowing her cunt. He groaned and pulled out pulling my mouth onto his cock as he spurted another load, this time into my mouth. I gulped it down eagerly, and lay back as he collected his clothes, dressed, and left. My wife stirred as the K started to wear off, and I began to kiss and fondle her, it was going to be my turn to cum next. K fades fast, and soon enough her bruised cunt was warming up for me, and her mouth was busy suckling my nipples as I thrust into her slick pussy. I told her how she had begged for cum in her ass and cunt, she moaned and told me how good it was to finally get a load inside her after all that teasing. She got sick a month later, when the tests came back I knew exactly what had happened. I told her someone must have been careless with condoms, but I never confessed. I stayed with her, but two years later we divorced. She never pozzed me, I was pozzed later on at the steamworks baths in Vancouver, after someone booty bumped me and I spent an hour in a sling. How karma does win in the end.- 3 replies
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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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Have you ever run into a former or current hookup in public while he is with his wife or girlfriend? This evening I came across a guy I have bred a few times from the gym going into a Starbucks as he and his wife were exiting. He looked a bit shocked and nervous, but I am not a total ass I just walked past him just as if did not know him. This is not the first time I have bumped into a guy I have fooled around with and I always act like I do not know them, not even saying hi unless they say it first. Those I always respect their right to privacy, when I see their wives or girlfriends it turns me on a bit knowing that I have bred or been bred by their man.
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Looking for a disease free Dom to come over and make us your sex slaves. She was all high messing around and passed out while we were looking so if anyone wants to come humiliate and degrade and use us right now let me know. Wake her up by fuckin her and fill her unprotected pussy
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Hi everyone 23 year old wife from Orange County New York
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My wife and I are looking at mid-May to host a breeding party in the Corona or Ontario area. Besides here, where else are good places to post or to find men (who are into breeding) for her?
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Was your first time being bred or breeding with a friend of your wife or a girlfriend? Totally gay now, but back when I was in my late 20's and "straight" my girlfriend at the time had a gay friend who was about 50. We were at his place a lot and I got to be friends with him. One day I was helping him in his and my shoulders and back got sunburned, and he offered to help put some lotion in it. Next thing I know we are kissing and heading to his bedroom where he strips me and get me into bed. After making out he rolled me over and began to rim me. It was the first time anyone ate my ass and I was in ecstasy. He then got me on my back with ankles on his shoulders and worked his cock into my hole. To be honest he was not that big, but being the first time it felt both painful and wonderful. When he came it felt great, but then I was a little freaked out because I just had a man fuck me and without a condom. I played it cool and got dressed, and went home. But though I was freaked out I liked the feel of his load leaking out. A couple of days later I came back and he fucked me again. That was the last time I played with a guy until I was 40. -
I have a married fuck buddy who, before today, I've fucked three or four times. When we met about a month ago he told me that he wanted a fuck buddy and asked me I was neg and I assured him I was. He was a bit hesitant about the barebacking thing but I convinced him to try it and once he did it the first time with me he was hooked on it. Now he emails me at least once a week trying to get a piece of my cock inside of him. So today, my married man emailed me asking me if he can come over and get his ass pounded. I replied "FUCK YEAH" and told him to come on over. When he got to my place we started talking how his wife and he are trying to conceive a baby. How fucking hot is that! I was about to breed this sweet hot fucker's hole and send him home to his wife with his ass dripping with my cum. Then he is probably going to fuck her deep and seed her pussy with my cum still up his ass. I couldn't wait to start fucking him. We began making out, poppering-up and getting his hot hole nice and WET for my cock. For a married, bisexual guy, he sucks cock amazingly well, and the poppers turn him into a fucking slut! He begged for my dick - like a good little sub. All throughout our fuck session I kept imaging the look of his ass dripping with my cum even as he pounded load after load inside his moaning wife. Anyhow, I flipped him over on his back and lifted-up his legs and really start to pound away at his horny hole. He said to me "Kiss me, man" and that caught me by surprise. He usually isn't that big on kissing and I am usually the one to instigate it. Guess this fucker was so high on poppers and horny for my cock that he wanted my cock and my love all in the same fuck. I turned him over and start fucking in my favorite position, doggy style bitch! I'm pounding into his sweet wet hole, all nice and slicked up with gun oil and pre-cum, and he keeps on screaming, "FUCK ME harder dude... YEAH! Give it to me!" "Seriously? Fuck yeah I'll fuck you harder!" I started really laying into his sweet hole, pulverizing his tender fuckhole, making sure that this bitch is gonna be sore and dripping cum out his ass when he breeds his own wife. I told him to pass me the poppers and started really getting nice and high. Poppers for me always turn me on so much and makes me wanna cum, so I started pounding harder and harder and making my married bitch moan like a cat in heat. "You ready for my load bitch?" "FUCK YEAH" "You gonna seed your fucking wife with my cum in you bitch?" "YES! Give it to me man! SEED ME!" I pounded his fuck hole harder and harder 'til I felt my cock swell with a big fat load. I thrust deep into his hole and let my cum fill his sweet tight hole, making sure to get deep in there so he'd have it in there until later when he filled up his wife with his own cum. After we fucked, he got on top of my cock, rode my dick, and jerked his cock til he spewed his own cum all over my chest. He shot such a HUGE wad. I hope there is still a load or two left for his wife
