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It's funny how people can fill in the blanks with what they want to believe.

So I'm online the other day and I get asked the question I hear every once

in a while: whether I fuck bare.

"Been known to," I answer.

"Yeah, I do safe mostly," he responds. "Only fucked bare in a relationship."

"Of course," I reply. "My last LTR lasted 8 years."

"Damn, when did it end?" he asks.

"Last year," I respond.

"Oh man, I bet you miss fucking bare," he writes.

"Yup," I answer simply. Truth is, I fucked an ass earlier this week nice and

raw. But I do miss having my cock inside an ass. His assumption, of course,

is that I've been "safe" since my last relationship ended. But that's his

assumption.

You know what the stupid saying is about people who assume (makes an "ass"

of "u" and "me"). But I can't help how people interpret what's being said.

So with more small talk, we meet. I arrive at his place and discover he's

hotter than the "jock" in his screen name even hinted at. Dark features --

you could swear almost Middle Eastern -- with harshly black hair and a

neatly trimmed goatee, he stood at five-foot-eight with less than 10-percent

body fat leaving him around 165 pound. As instructed, he answered the door

naked. His smooth pecs didn't bulge out but were quite defined above what

was unmistakably an eight-pac.

The almost perfect "V" down to his 30-inch waist highlighted an uncut cock,

which hung relaxed but still around six inches. His legs were nicely built

and lightly hairy -- not the standard gay man who worked only his chest.

This was a true athletic man.

When he turned around to walk away from me, his ass came into view and I had

no doubt I'd enjoy myself. Not a bubble butt -- which tends to be more fat

than muscle. This was one of those perky specimens that you could bounce

off.

I started unbuttoning as we walked toward his bedroom in his tiny apartment.

He turned and dropped to his knees immediately and finished with my pants,

not waiting a moment to engorge himself on my cock.

He slurped messily while I slipped out of my shoes and took off my shirt.

Sure, my six-foot-three-inch frame wasn't as impressive as his. But he

wanted cock, and mine was perfect. At around seven inches, my rock hard cock

stayed hard, even after I shot off.

As he stood, we kissed for the first time, with my slipping off my pants and

underwear. I turned him around and pushed him on the bed, taking charge. I

started eating out his ass, immediately, causing him to push his ass further

into my face. With obvious muscle control, he opened up and allowed my

tongue entry easily. I mean, I was slobbering down his chute.

I knew he was enjoying himself and this was a no-nonsense fuck. He wanted my

cock in his ass.

As I came up from his ass, gently tickling up his back, my cock hit his

crack. I kissed the back of his neck as he handed me a condom.

DAMN.

Of course, it was one of his, not one of my intentionally weakened variety.

I took it, but continued to grind into his wet crack, kissing his neck.

"Oh fuck man, I want that cock," he whispered.

So I scooted down a bit and poised it at his hole. He looked up at me

suspiciously, grinned and then flipped over, grabbing me so, in a fluid

motion, I was on my back on the bed and he was on top.

He must have once been a college wrestler or something. He took the condom

from my hand, ripped it open with his teeth and pulled it out of the foil

wrapper. As he leaned down to kiss me, I could feel his hand on my cock,

stroking it. With again the deftness of someone who'd done this a dozen

times, he sheathed my cock.

DAMN.

Within a moment, his asshole was poised at the top of my cock and he dropped

onto it like a long-starving man who had happened on an all-you-can-eat

buffet.

Of course it felt all right -- just not as good as entering the hole raw.

We fucked in that position, him bouncing on my cock, almost silent for five

or ten minutes. There was heavy breathing. He moved, again, in that cat-like

movement until he was on his back, his head off the base of the bed -- my

covered cock still in his ass.

"Fuck, I want this ass raw," I'm thinking.

As I looked at him, I looked past him and at my pants on the floor. I saw

just the base of my popper bottle peaking out of the pocket. An idea began

to form.

I began fucking him harder and he started grunting. As I really got to

fucking him, his less-than-supportive bed allowed me to push him closer

toward the floor until he was off the bed completely. His ass up, my

protected cock still slamming into him. Finally, I knew I could reach the

poppers.

I offered them to him first. These were my best poppers with a good,

long-term high. I was surprised he took them and took a few, deep snorts. I

kept my snorts short, because I knew the high would get to him soon.

I fucked hard and deep. And he closed his eyes. He really started to moan.

His ass clenched down around my cock. And he was approaching ecstasy.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, pulling my cock completely out of his ass and sitting

back on my haunches on his bed. I could see the shocked look on his face as

his ass was empty suddenly. In a quick movement myself (well-enough

practiced), I pinched the end of the condom and pulled, while holding the

base. SNAP!

"Damn condom broke," I said under my breath, breaking it myself and showing

it to him. He scrambled up, still missing the cock in his ass.

"I don't care," he said breathlessly.

And he was on top of me, my uncovered cock in his ass immediately.

He wanted cock, condom or no.

AHHHH. It went in smoothly and his ass clenched down. His eyes were closed

and he was some place else. I smiled up.

He was grunting and grinding, forcing my raw cock as deep as possible into

his ass. I knew my juices were leaking, coating his ass chute liberally.

After a few minutes, I grabbed for the bottle of poppers, which had rolled

against my right leg and opened it up. As I started my first deep snort, he

opened his eyes and looked at me, slowing his assault on my cock.

I really took in a good amount and handed the bottle to him.

"Please don't cum in my ass," he said, taking the open bottle from my hand.

"You've got nothing to worry about," I said.

He snorted his next hit. And then he began to impale himself on my cock.

Of course, you never tell me what I'm not going to do. I focused on the

sensation of my cock entering his ass and the feeling it created. Then the

waves of pleasure from the poppers hit me. It wasn't far to go, and pretty

soon, I felt the cum boiling in my balls.

I let go and my first load shot deep into his ass as he continued to bounce

on my cock. Cum just had to be coating the inside of his ass. And I was

feeling much better.

Sometimes bottoms might notice the change in the fuck sensations with the

added lubricant. So I grabbed his hips, pushing him onto my cock and pulling

him close to me for a kiss. I pulled my cock from his ass and scooted away,

pushing him down onto his stomach.

He still had the poppers, taking another snort.

As I looked down from behind, my cock was shiny and angry red. Still rock

hard, the head had shrunk a bit since releasing load number one. Around the

hairy base, I could see the milky white "ring around the collar" of cum. And

his hole seemed to be leaking a little viscous liquid of my spooge. As he

handed me the bottle of poppers, I plunged in deep and held my cum-covered

cock in his hole.

I snorted more poppers and went to fucking.

For the next 24 minutes, I fucked him in three other positions, ended back

on his stomach, me slamming into his ass. As I was getting ready for my

second load, I was grunting deeply.

"FUCK ME!" he's screaming.

"I'M" GRUNT "GOING" GRUNT "TO" GRUNT...

Before I can say "cum," he's off my cock, pushing me back and scooting down.

"CUM ON MY COCK!! PLEASE!!!!"

"CUM!" I say.

I grab my cock and jerk a little, pushing me over the edge.

My cum shoots out with such force, it hits his pecs with the first string of

sperm. I push down, shooting the second load on the tip of his cock. He's

scooping up all the cum he can grab and begins to jerk off, using my cum as

lube.

The next few spurts shoot onto his flying hand. He's closing his eyes and

groaning. A couple of moments later, a respectable load begins to fly out of

his cock, landing on his sweaty chest.

He collapses, stopping his furious jerking, but still breathing hard. I fall

off to his side.

After a few minutes of recovery, he never opens his eyes: "Damn, that felt

SO much better than anything I've had in years."

"Yeah," I say. "I know what you mean."

A few more minutes pass and he rolls off the bed, standing up and looking

back at me. "I'm going to shower."

As he walks toward the bathroom, I can see a bead of some liquid snake down

the inside of his leg.

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