Jump to content
Sign in to follow this  
alterstealthxxx

Stealthing addiction

Recommended Posts

(fyi might have told this "story" on another post as well)

so it started about a year ago when i met this teen escort with the most perfect tiny body. her thighs were about the size of my arms and i'm not big. she was fucking tiny. 

i tried to bareback her from the first meet. but she said no, although i did manage to sneak the tip in for a second before she pulled away. so had to fuck her covered in the pussy and ass. for such a small asshole she could take dick quite well. kept seeing her trying to bareback her but still luck.

then after another few meets i was fucking her in the ass doggy style covered. and just kept thinking about bare fucking her. the urge was insatiable. 

so i pulled out pretending i needed a bit of a breather, as doing so grabbed the tip of the condom with one hand and pulled the tip (cum deposit part) with the other and yanked at it.

it made an obvious snap popping sound. she quickly asked what was that and i said i was just fixing the condom. she reached around and felt the condom was still securely on my dick.

however, she had no idea i made a small tear at the tip of the condom. so back into her ass, pumping slowly away. i gradually pulled back on the condom and could feel the latex slowly stretching back down the tip of my dick. the sensation was amazing. i could actually feel my dick from being covered in latex to slowly feeling bare ass hole. the condom eventually was just a rubber ring at the base of my barecock. i was fucking her ass bareback now. she had no idea. the sight of her tiny teen asshole bouncing on my barecock unknowingly was amazing.

 

and recently i've seen another escort and stealthed her in a similar way, always doggy for obvious reasons. in her pussy first and then i asked about anal and she was shoving my barecock up her asshole in no time. still not realising i was barebacking her. of course always pulling out and cumming on her back so she doesn't find out.

 

does anyone else have any similar stories to tell please??

 

for another obvious reason i have to state the name of the forum section. fiction!

 

 

 

 

  • Upvote 1

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I can't remember the last time a girl has made me wear a condom. They all get my cum inside them, even married women

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now

Sign in to follow this  

  • Similar Content

    • By hornycumslut91
      Hi, I just have a question, and I'm not so sure if anyone else covered it here. Is it safe for someone who is undetectable to fuck other undetectable guys? I'm just curious since I want to know before I plunge deeper. Any guys on meds can help here?
    • By aznbttmslut
      21 5'6 129lbs bbottom twins near Providence, RI desperately in need of someone to abduct, keep and use me as their personal chemwhore. I'm super open minded and willing to do or try anything.
    • By barbibareback
      I am a slutty minded, slim and slinky blond Tranny slut, with a TIGHT, VIRGIN ASS, seeking  REGULAR DIRTY MEETS.   My PERFECT "arrangement" would be TWO MUSCLED UP DOMINANT GAY MEN who can accomodate.  I would LOVE to be FUCKED and SPUNKED INTO FROM BOTH ENDS ... on a REGULAR BASIS. 
      I am also happy to hear from a single guy, as long as I can invite other guys for me to suck off whilst he fucks me,  because I am REALLY HORNY and getting spitoasted would make me a VERY HAPPY SLUT. 
    • By pozpuppy
      Dad’s Basement Part One
      OFF LIMITS !!!! That’s how it always was, no one had access to the basement except Dad. Growing up I used to imagine that he was a mad scientist and it was his laboratory where he conducted hair raising experiments. As I got older, my thoughts changed - was it his private gym - he was built, but I knew he went to a gym early in the morning - hell I even went with him quite a few times. My mind always wondered, but I never had the chance to go down —— until now. 
      Here it was my eighteenth birthday, I was home alone, which was the norm since Mom ran off with some man she met on the internet when I was starting my teen years and has not been heard from since. It was when I was heading to the kitchen to get my breakfast, that I saw it. The basement door was open, not wide open, but just enough to know someone could go down there. 
      Stomach be damned, my curiosity was strong than my hunger at this point. I had to see what was down there. 
      “Dad, are you home?” I yelled.  No response.
      I made my way to the laundry room, which accessed the garage and saw that his truck was gone. My stomach groaned - not from hunger, but nerves. I made my way through the house, looking for my Dad. I wanted to make sure I was home alone. I was still scared of getting caught in the “forbidden basement.” He was no where to be found in the house, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t hiding some where.  Fuck I can’t believe I would think that my own Dad would set me up.  I had to make sure.
      Grabbing my cell, I dialed Dad’s number, he quickly answered after one ring, was he waiting for this call.  Was this a set up?
      “Morning Squirt, what’s up?” he said. Squirt - the nickname he knew I hated, yet called me that when it was just the two of us.
      “Dad, do you want me to do the yard today?” I asked
      “It’s your birthday and you want to do yard work? We can do it this weekend, together. Any more silly questions or can I get back to my work so I can be home on time?” he replied.
      “Yeah, are you coming home early or what, like you said it is my birthday.”
      “Right now, Squirt, it looks like normal time. Got any other pressing questions?”
      “Nah, I’m good” I replied.  "Bye, Dad.”
      I hung up and quickly made my way to the basement door.  In my mind I expected it to be closed and locked, thinking it was all a trick of my mind.  Without knowing it I held my breathe as I  made my way to the door, only to slowly release it seeing that the door was still a jar.  Nervously, I slowly pushed the door open, exposing the darkened stairs which lead to the mysterious basement below. I squinted my eyes to see if I could see anything in the darkness below.  Nothing!
      That first step was the hardest, I had always known I was not allowed down here, but with finding the door opened I could not help but break the rule.  I felt the way to see if I could find a switch to illuminate the mystery, nothing.  Another what the fuck?  I slowly descended the stairs until I was at the bottom.    
      The nerves in my stomach were twitching so bad that I thought I was going to throw up. I was frozen to the floor, as my hands explored the walls, searching for a light switch. It wasn't long until I found one. I closed my eyes and flipped it, as I thought “let there be light.”  At that moment, I wondered if this is really what I wanted.  Did I want to know my Dad’s secret?
      I slowly opened my eyes, finding the room flooded with a red light. The walls were darkly painted and if I were to guess they were black. There was symbols painted on they walls with phrases under them. The one that was the biggest and stood out the most was a circle like symbol, that I had seen somewhere before, but did not know where, and had the phrase under it that said 
      “TOXIC FOR LIFE”
      Else where there were sayings like “no load refused,” “Seed belongs in holes,” and “gifting is the way” - and more. I didn’t under stand. I slowly moved inwards, noticing a leather pad hanging from chains in one corner, two padded “saw horses” in the middle of the room.  What the fuck is this place, I thought. It’s not a gym, because I have never seen equipment like this. 
      As I made my way back, I saw that tucked under the stairs was an open shower area, with white tiles and three heads and two drains. I still didn’t understand. I passed out of that room and into another. The room was painted just like the other, with more phrases. The only different was the symbol, this time there was a huge scorpion on the wall, freaky as shit and ugly as hell.  Under the big scorpion was shelves with little brown bottles on them, as well as what looked like plastic bottles filled with a clear liquid. I racked my mind trying to figure out what this shit was and what it was used for. 
      From where I was standing there was a darkened opening to my left and one to my right, leading off to who knows where and what. Being adventurous, I went to the left, it was dark inside so I felt my way. I bumped into the a wall in front of me, but felt an opening to my right, so I turned and continued. I bumped and turned many times again. Shit this was some kind of maze. I panicked, I tried to remember which way I turned and went. What if I get trapped in here and Dad finds me here. I turned and moved, finding relief when I found the opening to get out. I have to be more careful. I discovered nothing with that adventure, so I decided to head to the other opening
      I went across the room and into through the other opening to find a wall blocking me, but with openings on the left and right. I went left only to find that this lead me to a room with another wall that went completely across the room. I walked to my right keeping a distance from the new wall with my hand on the wall that I first came to. I saw that there was three holes in the wall, which allowed light to come through. I gathered my courage and crossed the room to the middle hole, to discover that the hole came up to about my crotch. I slowly squatted down and looked through the hole - only to see the outside door to the left, which was letting in the light from out side through the frosted windows. I didn’t understand any of this. 
      I went back out and look around the big room again, I failed to notice more shelves holding more brown bottles and plastic squeeze bottles. In each corner was a TV, hung high near the ceiling. As I got back to the stairs, I realized there was another opening on the wall with the light switch. It was still dark inside, so I reached around inside trying to find the new room’s light switch. 
      A musty smell invaded my nostrils, rousing my curiosity, as well as my cock. Why was I turned on by this smell. Moments later I found the switch and found this room was a locker room. The lockers formed a square in the center, yet none were on the outer walls. Entering I found why. There were hundreds of used jocks nailed to the wall with pictures under them. The jocks were stained, some a bright yellow, some creamy, some very dark yellow. I lifted one of the jocks to look at the picture. It was of a naked man who’s cock was hard as a rock, my guess the owner of the jock. I lifted the picture up, to find a name, date, and what looked like a code - numbers mixed with three letters in the middle. Looking around I could see that three walls were almost covered with jocks. The fourth was bare. 
      At this point I wanted out of the basement. I had so many questions, yet I found that I didn’t want to seek the answers to them. Switching off the lights I made my way I back upstairs, climbed them and put the basement door like I found it. My mind was racing - what the fuck was that shit downstairs and what did it all mean. Confused, I wanted answers, but again I didn’t. Was I really suppose to see this? Did Dad make a mistake?
      I went to my room, grabbed my laptop, determined to find out what all this was, even if it took all day.    I logged in and had an email from my Dad pop up on my desk top. It’s subject line was “BASEMENT” - I forgo my searching to read this. 
      It read:
                Squirt, 
                I left the basement open for you today. It is time you found out what the secret is.                         It was after your call that I knew you were going to head down there. So here is                             what I do down there. 
               I SUCK DICK, GET MY DICK SUCKED, FUCK ASS AND GET MY ASS FUCKED. I can                            only put it bluntly. Yes, son I am a faggot, cocksucker, or if you want me to be pc                          - I am gay.  I built the basement as a sex club for men like me.  We get together                            as much as possible to have sex. There is a sling hanging from the ceiling, fuck                              benches, a maze with glory holes, and a glory hole wall to suck cock from people                            not in our “Club.”
               I have well stocked it will lube and poppers (you snort to get a rush - not drugs),                           the TV’s are for porn. 
              I am sure you are wondering what are on the walls. Son, we are a Poz Fuck Club,                           each of the members is HIV positive and each man enjoys passing his strain to                               others. We do not let loads of cum go to waste - we swallow and we breed. The                             jocks and pictures are of men who had been converted by our club members.
              I know this may shock you, that your Dad is a toxic cock slut, but after discovering                         what you were watching on line, I thought it was time for you to know, learn and                           maybe join in (this part makes my cock hard)  Don’t be embarrassed - I want you                           to be open about sex even with me. I will be open with you. 
             We will talk more when I get home. 
             Happy Birthday Son
             Love ya, 
            Dad
       I read the email over and over. He knew what I watched on line. I was so scared that if he ever discovered my secret, it would either scare him or anger him, not turn him on.  I needed to talk my mind off him and the basement until he got home. So I headed to the living room to watch movies until he got home. 
    • By Drainyoudeep
      So here goes... we are a married HIV neg bi sexual couple with no desire to be positive in the future. As a result we are both taking PrEP.
      We are on various swinger sites but do not advertise as bareback due to the stigma it causes with other couples. Whilst in GC she will be going bareback with as many cocks as we can muster. I could go bare with guys too, but this is about here experiencing it for the first time outside of relationships or one night stands when a youngster. This is not a step we have taken lightly; we have been together 10 years. There are a couple difficulties with this.
      1. Trying to find bareback without making it obvious to other couples.
      2. There used to be a local (online) site for swinger couples, bareback was often mentioned but I can no longer find it.
      I have considered making a temporary profile on Fabswingers, swinging heaven or fet life but then a lot of these sites work on the credibility of the profile. With no history, friends or verifications i believe it would be difficult to be taken seriously.
      Any advice or thoughts would be welcome, either here or in a PM. 
      We are genuine. If there is sufficient interest I shall update on her during the holiday..

Other #BBBH Sites…

×