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I was visiting Montreal for the first time and I found a charming guesthouse on AirBNB. It’s behind the home of a gay couple named Frank and Samuel.  Frank is a college history professor and looks the part with salt and pepper hair, a masculine bushy mustache and fit runner’s body.  His partner Samuel is a contractor, African-American, big and beefy from years of manual labor and a commitment to weight training.  It  is obvious they were still very much in love.

 

My plan for the week was to see the sights, decompress from several stressful months at work and check out the local scene.  I didn't really have much of an agenda - apart from relaxing and having a good time.  My first night in town, I went to bed early because I was utterly spent from traveling.  The next morning, I joined Frank on the patio for some coffee and breakfast.  He asks me about my life back in California, what I hope to see in the city, typical small talk and then our of nowhere, as I was rinsing my coffee cup in the sink, he asked “So how many loads are you hoping to take this trip?”

 

“Excuse me?” I managed to spurt-out.

 

“I think you heard me,” he replied with a laugh.  “Look, when you got in last night, I saw that you logged on to Scruff, so I took a chance that you might have the same screen name on BBRT.  From the moment you first walked in here, something told me you were a barebacker…and sure, enough, there you were:  the same basic stats, a hot body shot, obviously taken in the same room as the Scruff face shot. And I really like that you’re a four quadrant fucker.”

 

“I’m so embarrassed,” I managed to reply.

 

“Don’t be,” he said, spreading his legs a bit on the chair so his fat cockhead appears below the hem of his nylon running shorts. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

 

“What’s a four quadrant fucker?” I asked.

 

“On BBRT, take loads oral, give loads oral, take loads anal, give loads anal,” he explained. “You were yes, yes, yes and yes. A four quadrant fucker.”

 

“I like sharing things,” I replied with a smile.

 

“Well, Samuel and I have a rule,” he explains, taking on a stern tone.  “No one who stays with us is allowed to have strange men come over to breed them.”

 

“I wasn’t planning—“ I stammered.

 

“…unless we breed our guest first,” finished Frank.

 

“When were you thinking this would happen?” I say, stroking my rock hard cock in my sweats, my pre-cum already leaking like crazy. “I’ve signed up for a city bus tour in two hours but I can cancel it.  I think I’m more in the mood to take seed than take a tour.”

 

“No reason you can’t do both,” says Frank. “I love the idea of the hot American riding around on a bus tour with a bunch of tourists with my cumload marinating in his ass, strangers smelling it but not knowing what it is, you being freaked out the whole time because you’re afraid it’s going to leak out and everyone will know what a cumwhore you are.”

 

Frank picks up his cell phone and Facetimes with his lover Samuel who’s on a job site. “Hey, babe, any chance you can take your lunch early? We were right about Randy, total cumtaker. And he wants to milk a load out of you as soon as possible to get his trip started right.”

 

“I can be there in fifteen minutes,” says Samuel.  “Don’t anybody blow before I get there.”

 

“Samuel loves to watch men cum,” Frank explains to me.

 

“Who doesn’t?” I say.

 

“Even if I don’t see the actual load because it’s going inside,” says Samuel. “I love to watch the balls contract and the shudder go through the fucker’s body. Fuck, my dick is already throbbing.  Check it out.”

 

Frank turns his phone to me so I can see the screen.  Samuel smiles to the camera then tilts the camera down to his crotch and pulls his massive hard-on out of his shorts. Jesus, it’s huge.  “Look what’s heading your way, boy,” he teases.  Samuel happens to be holding a hammer in his other hand and his fuckstick is twice as thick as the hammer and almost as long.

 

“Holy shit,” I say, my hole twitching at the sight of it. 

 

“Screw in a few,” says Samuel.

 

I head to my bathroom to clean out and when I come back, Frank is writing on a dry erase board by the refrigerator.  “Remind me again how many days you’re here, Randy?”

 

“Counting today, seven,” I say, curious as to where this is going.

 

“How many loads do you want to take and give before you go back to the states?”

 

“I don’t know,” I say.

 

“Well, the last cumwhore who stayed here took 15 in a weekend and still managed to see the city. He’s not half as hot as you, and he was strictly a bottom. You like to give loads, too, so let’s shoot for 25,” says Frank before writing RANDY’S LOAD COUNT on the board. “We only count it if you take sperm up your ass or if you cum up their ass. And we go by the honor system so we’ll take your word for it.”

 

“Holy shit,” I say, turned on by the challenge laid before me. “What do I get if I make it to 25?”

 

“25 fucking loads, man,” says Frank, with a laugh. “Ain’t that enough? You’re going to get greedy now? You want some kind of trophy?”

 

“I’ll settle for a certificate,” I joke.

 

Frank grabs my hand and leads me back to the guesthouse but instead of going through the door to the bedroom where I’m staying, he opens another door that leads to a stairway. I follow Frank downstairs to a room that’s like something out of Better Homes and Breedings. In the center is a bed with black nylon, cum-resistant sheets. In one corner there’s a sling. Near that, is a fuckbench. One wall houses an assortment of sex toys of every size, shape an color. My favorite feature of the room, though, is the opposite wall. It’s painted black, like a chalkboard, and all the studs who have fucked and bred here have signed it in sperm-white; some with their names, some with initials, some with BBRT handles like fratseeder, cumcraver, floodmyguts, italbbtop.

 

Frank pushes me over the fuckbench, pulls down my shorts and starts eating my hole. While I settle in to the rimming, I look up and read some of the inscriptions:

 

“F & S, I’ve never come harder than when you both shot in me from different ends at the same time. Next time, I won’t waste my load on the fuckbench. I’ll sperm up your guts like you did mine.”

 

“Samuel, thank you for pushing my face into Frank’s cummy trench. I never felched like that before and now I’m addicted.”

 

“Thanks for turning me into the cumswapping barebacker I’ve always dreamed of being.”

 

Other studs just wrote catchy slogans like “Raw Is Law,” “BBBH Forever” and my personal favorite: “My sofa pulls out but I don’t.”

 

I’m laughing at that one when I feel Frank’s cockhead pierce my hole.

 

“Oh fuck,” I say.

 

“Don’t have a lot of time for foreplay if you’re going to catch that bus tour,” he says.  “Plus, I’ve been wanting to get inside you ever since I saw your picture on line.”

 

He makes strong consistent strokes, each going a centimeter or so deeper than the previous stroke until all 8 of his vieny inches are inside me. “Way to take that dick, stud,” he says, rocking his hips from side to side to let me get used to his cock.

 

I turn on my milking muscles. “You feel that?”

 

“Oh God, yes. That’s amazing,” he gasps. “But you better stop because I don’t want to cum yet.”

 

“Okay, I’ll tone it down,” I say. “Drill me, fucker. Get me nice and open so when your cum shoots out inside me, it’ll hit the walls like a squirt gun going off.”

 

“Lots of comments about your fat cockhead on the Wall of No Shame, I see,” I remark. “Next time, I want to nurse that thing with my mouth.”

 

“Why don’t you do it now?” says Frank.

 

I hesitate to respond. I’ve never done ass to mouth before. The idea has always turned me on but I’ve never had the nerve to go for it.

 

“He’s never done ass to mouth before, I bet,” says Samuel who I didn’t realize had entered the room. “It’s okay, lots of people haven’t.” Samuel bends down, puts his face in front of mine and snakes his tongue down my throat. “But you want to now, don’t you?”

 

“Yes,” I say.

 

“Slap that hot buttsplitter on his tongue, Frank, before he changes his mind,” says Samuel.

 

Frank snakes his dick out of ass. I open my mouth, close my eyes and wait. Time stands still of a moment and then I feel his legendary cockknob land on my tongue. He circles it around a few times before slowly sliding his fresh-from-my-ass cock down my throat.

 

“Taste your ass on my rod,” says Frank.  “Smell yourself on my bush.”

 

Tasting the mixture of our sweat, his pre-cum and my ass juice on his dick is intoxicating.  I’m hooked on A2M.  “You like the way my dick tastes?”

 

I just groan because my mouth is full. “Mmmmmm.” It’s then I hear Samuel spit and feel his wet saliva land on my ass. I think he might smooth it around with his fingers but no, he dives in tongue first, eats me out for a few seconds just to get my wet and then shoves his hammercock in me in one long stroke.  I can’t help but pull of Frank’s dick and scream.

 

“Fuck!” I yell.

 

“You said you were in a hurry,” says Samuel as he pistons into my asshole.  “You want me to stop?”

 

“No, never,” I say.  “Fuck my cumhole. Make it yours.”

 

Samuel picks up the pace. The sounds of his cock head reaming through my asslips fills the room.  Frank takes his cumstick out of my face and goes behind his husband to tweak his man nips.

 

“My husband shoots huge,” says Frank.  “Even when he’s already cum.”

 

“Which I haven’t,” says Samuel.  “Not in four days.”

 

“Holy fuck, is that tour bus going to smell like fresh seed,” says Frank laughing.

 

“That could be a little embarrassing,” says Samuel. “You want me to stop?”
 

“Fuck no,” I moan.  “Please, breed me.  Please flood me with that hot sperm.”

 

“I like how he said please,” Samuel says to Frank as my breath starts to get heavier. “Who says American boys have no manners?”

 

“Flood my guts, Samuel!” I beg. “Please, please mark it with your seed.”

 

Samuel picks up the pace to full-on pile driving, holding my shoulders tight so he doesn’t knock me through the wall.  I feel his throbbing butt-splitter get even thicker in my hole and contract and release my ass muscles, getting us to the point of no return. There’s no no way he can’t breed me now. “It’s so sweet,” Samuel says to Frank. “You’re going to love sliding in here after I jizz him up.”

 

“Do it,” I moan.

 

“Give it to him, baby,” says Frank, who’s taken out his cell phone and is now pointing at the intersection of dick and ass, capturing the breed.

 

“Breed me!” I shout. “Breed my ass!”

 

“Here it cums, stud,” groans Samual. “I’m breeding you!  Take my hot sperm!  Suck it inside you!”

 

With that, I feel rope after sticky rope of man-jizz pump into my hungry hole. It feels like a huge load, like I can almost feel it dripping down my ass-walls like wet paint. “I can feel it, fucker,” I gasp. “Keep it coming. I want every fucking drop inside me.”

 

Samuel collapses on my back and I fall to my stomach, keeping my ass ring tight because I’m not ready to let that cock go.  “You better hurry or you’ll miss your tour,” says Frank.

 

“But you didn’t get to breed him, hon” says Samuel, his spent cock finally slithering out of my hole.

 

“I can fuck him later,” says Frank.

 

“Unless…” says Samuel.

 

A few minutes later, Samuels barreling down the street in his SUV while Frank fucks me in the back seat.  Every bump we hit, drives Frank’s dick deeper into me.

 

“Fuck,” I moan. “That’s so fucking good, Frank.”

 

“God, I love fucking a freshly bred ass,” says Frank between fuckstrokes.

 

“GPS says we’ll be there in one minute,” says Samuel.

 

“Give him your spunk, hon, and send him on his merry way.”

 

“You ready to get bred again, Randy?  You ready to take a huge sperm-load right up your ass?”

 

“Cum in my ass, Frank!” I scream.  “Give me that seed!

 

“Unnnnngh!   Unnnnnnghhh!  I’m cumming!  I’m breeding you!  Fuckkkkkkkkk!”

 

“Yes,” says Samuel over and over again as his lover’s load fills my hole.  “Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes.”

 

“Oh fuck, that’s so good,” I say.  I start to stroke my cock, thinking I’ll get off before I get on the bus.

 

“Jerk off if you want,” says Frank, “but the load won’t count to your total unless it goes in someone’s ass.”

 

“Fine,” I say, pulling away from Frank’s dripping dick.  “I’ll save it.  I’m serious about this shit.”

 

“I’ll be happy to take the load when you get back home later,” says Frank.  “Unless you find someone to shoot it in before then.”

 

“I think we have a prime candidate,” says Samuel pointing out the window.

 

There, greeting guests outside a double-decker tour bus is my guide for the afternoon; a little fire plug of a sex bomb; maybe 5’ 6” with a totally jacked body, Pacific Islander, with smooth dark brown ski, friendly eyes and a blinding white smile.

 

“Do we think he’s a barebacker?” I ask Frank and Samuel.

 

“Don’t know,” says Samuel.  “But those khaki shorts practically scream ‘Breed Me’.”

 

I pull my shorts up over my twice-loaded ass, get my backpack ready to cover my still hard cock and hop out of the truck.

 

“Ooh, fuck,” I say. “I’m so squishy back there.”

 

“You’re welcome,” says Samuel.

 

“Don’t be late,” says Frank jokingly.  “You know how we worry about you.”

 

 

MORE TO COME...I HOPE.  Hope you guys enjoy and if any of you dirty minded fuckers get into hot phone, shoot me a message and let's get off together.

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