Hey guys. This story is inspired by my new SEXY buddy, TexasTwink . He's cute, and you should all write to him to thank him for this story idea. Thank you, TexasTwink. 😉
Please Use a Condom - Chapter 1.
A buddy of mine, Sam, has a penchant for corrupting young ‘safe sex only’ guys. Over a few beers, he told me about this one guy he was planning on bringing over to the dark side. A sexy twink from Texas met him in an airport bar and confided that he wanted to be used by several guys at the same time. He fantasized about being taken raw by multiple men, but wasn’t quite ready. He asked my buddy if he’d be willing to help him. He told him he’d come up with something. They exchanged numbers and boarded their flights. They had kept in touch and the twink was going to be traveling back through town for work in a while.
My buddy told me that the twink was passing through in a few days and wanted to invite me to join in the festivities. We were going to meet in a bar on Friday night and get the twink some liquid courage before heading back to my buddy’s playroom to have some piggy fun. I could tell from the pics that Sam shared with me that the twink was beautiful, mid-20s, blond hair hanging in his face and over his ears, great smile, and a nice slim body. His jeans showed off his curvy meaty butt.
I arrived at the bar first and was pretty sure the cute guy at the bar was the guy we were to meet. A few guys from around showed up before my buddy, and we were all eyeing this tasty-looking twink. I saw Mike and Bill, two POZ guys I’d swapped loads with in the past. There was an older bald heavy-set guy with a beer gut and a massive barrel chest who Mike introduced me to as Ron. When I shook Ron’s paw, I saw a biohazard tattoo on his furry forearm. A sexy Latin guy greeted Ron, who, in turn, introduced the two of us. The Latin guy's name was Pedro. No word or sign if Pedro was POZ or not.
The twink was clearly nervous as he downed two beers. My buddy showed up and sat down next to him giving him a big bear hug before introducing us all to ‘tonight’s entertainment.’ We shared a few beers as the twink loosened up. My buddy had his hands down the back of his jeans and was clearly fingering his hole. The twink was squirming and cooing, clearly loving his fantasy coming true.
Sam took care of the tab, and we all headed outside to walk the short distance back to his place, arm in arm. The twink was a little drunk, but still very much in control of what he wanted. When we got to Sam’s place, he let us in and led us down to the basement playroom, complete with a leather sling, and a wall of toys. We all helped the twink undress down to his jockstrap. Just as Sam was about to help him into the sling, his eyes flashed wide. He held up his hands as asked if he could have a moment alone with Sam. The four of us went back upstairs to get undressed and get ready for some serious fucking. Sam came upstairs to find me on my knees switching between the cock of my old and new friend.
"Bad news, guys. Our twink friend is scared to take so much raw cock. Now, he’s gonna let us fuck him, but there’s a condition: we've gotta use a condom."
Mike reached into his pants, puddled on the floor, and pulled out a wrapped condom and commented with a sly smile "I've been saving this for someone special."
Sam looked concerned and countered saying "Come on, guys. If he wants us to use a condom, we should honor that, right?’"
Sam took Mike’s condom and made sure it wasn't stale, and that the wrapper was intact, asking "You sick fuck didn’t stab this with a pin or anything did you?"
Mike shook his head no. My sense was he was being honest. Sam’s concern devolved into a sneer. He asked us to wait right there for a moment. I went back to sucking cock as Sam headed back downstairs. H e reappeared a few moments later with a big grin saying "We’re in luck, pigs. Our twink is into kink. He gave me permission to try something raunchy. We’re going to all fuck him. With a condom. This condom. We all have to wear the same one. And when it breaks, it breaks."
The guys helped me to my feet and we headed down the dark steps to find the twink in the sling, blindfolded and holding a bottle of poppers to his nose.
To be continued…
Spent some quality time in Manhattan this past Sunday and Monday nights. Set up parties on BBRT and got lots of good responses. Still lots of flakes out there, but I succeeded in taking 4 loads in 2 hours on Sunday night and 4 more on Monday night. One of the guys from Sunday came back on Monday and brought a friend. Both had similar 7-inchers, and they took turns in both my holes, making me clean my ass of each of their cocks multiple times before they dumped their loads in my hole. They left me dripping!
Then, as if the night wasn't hot enough, an early-20s top stopped by, and I was his *first ever* bareback. I think I converted him - he dumped two more loads in my hole before he left, and begged me to let him know next time I'm in town. }:-)
It was the middle of the night and I awoke to the sounds of my son Matthew fumbling in the dark trying to find his flip-flops in our dark rv.
"Sorry, Dad. I gotta go take a shit," he remarked as he slid his feet into his sandals, heading out the door.
This was not unusual, as the campground where we were staying didn't have hookups, so we used the camp toilets which were really just outhouses. It was also not unusual for him to run off shirtless. He hardly ever wore a shirt unless absolutely necessary, but I certainly understood his aversion to shirts: at just one month shy of 20, he was in his prime. He had just finished his freshman year at university where he was on the football team. Not that he had actually played any games yet, but he still had to train hard, and keep fit. And boy did he. At 6'2", he was a tight 190 lbs of head-turning perfection. All the ladies drooled over his curly brown hair, which he kept a respectable shaggy length. His profile showed a strong nose, a stronger jawline, and plump lips that were absolutely enticing. In addition his broad he sported tan, wide shoulders, chiseled, smooth pecs, a narrow waist, perfectly formed, round ass, oh, and his strong legs were lightly covered in dark hair. The only other hair on his body was a light treasure trail, and his dark, bushy pits. His facial hair hadn't really started coming in very heavy, and he still had rosy cheeks which suggested a boyish glow to his face.
Then his eyes. Oh my gosh, his big blue eyes framed in thick dark lashes. His mother's eyes. That's what drew me to her first, so many years ago. But how times change. She's still a wonderful person, we just are more like friends now. Still married, just cause it's easier financially, but that's it. The sex ended years ago, and we've had separate bedrooms for quite a while. She says I snore too loud. Of course it doesn't help that she put on a hundred pounds since our wedding. But I do have my sexual releases. Unkown to my wife, I've always been bisexual, and have had a long time fling with my best friend Brian down the street. We keep each other satisfied.
Me? Well, I'm not too bad for 43. I'm six feet, and weigh in at 195 pounds. I work out, usually with Matthew, but still am treading the dad bod territory a bit. My salt and pepper hair and distinguished beard certainly help me. I was in the army for 20 years stationed right here, so I receive a pension, and in addition I sell cars. So all in all, things are pretty good.
Matthew still lives at home, which I like, if only as it saves money. Matthew was never much of a party kid, instead he was a genuinely pleasant kid, which meant we gave him all the freedom he wants. Living in our basement bedroom, Matthew uses a private entrance to the basement, and we don't frown on his friends staying over.
My wife never joins us on our camping trips, she hates it, so it's always been something special my son and I do. I have always treasured our trips, especially now he's almost a grown man.
"Dammit," I mumbled to myself. "The fucking power of suggestion. Now I gotta shit!"
I grumbled as I put my own flip-flops on and headed into the night, but not before I pulling on a shirt. Walking down the gravel path toward the shitters, I enjoyed the pure peace of a mountain night, however as the outhouses came into sight, I could hear whispering. Specifically, I heard two male voices. Now, at first glance that wouldn't be unusual, although the hour was very late, but when I realized the conversation was occurring within the outhouses, and further realized I wasn't really hearing a dialogue, but rather I was hearing grunting, and panting. You know: sex sounds. When I reached the toilets, I definitely heard a man ask "Yeah, you like that you little slut? You like taking that cock like a bitch?"
And I heard another man say, "Yeah, fuck me. I AM a nasty slut! I want your cum in my ass!"
IT WAS MATTHEW!! Oh my fucking God! My son was getting dicked in a dirty, smelly outhouse! I froze, not knowing what to do. Should I bang on the door? Should I slip away? My heart pounded as I tried to quickly digest what was happening. My little boy, my Matthew, was getting fucked by a total stranger. And he was liking it. No, he was LOVING it!! He was begging for it. The man fucking him was calling him nasty, degrading things, and my son was pleading for more! I couldn't move, I was transfixed. It was like a car wreck, I couldn't turn away. Then I realized, I didn't WANT to turn away. My cock was rock hard in my shorts. What the fuck? Listening to my son get used turned me on? I had never thought of my son like that! Sure, I could recognize his physical beauty, but I never thought of him sexually. Now that's ALL I could think about. Imagining what he looked like right now, taking a cock up his ass made my own cock ache. Listening to their filthy talk and animal noises made me want to join them. I wanted to be the one fucking Matthew right now! I could hear the man say, "I'm gonna cum slut. Gonna fill you up with a huge load!"
Then Matthew begging for it. "Oh fuck yeah! Breed me! I'm a fucking cumdump. That's what I'm for!"
That's when I high-tailed it back to our rv, shit or no shit. But before I was out of hearing range I heard the top grunt as he shot his load into my son's hole, to which Matthew moaned in appreciation as his guts were filled with sperm.
Now out of breath and my heart racing, I jumped into our rv, kicked-off my sandals as I decided how I would respond to what I had learned. Should I confront him? Should I pretend nothing had happened? While I recognized ignoring what I learned would be the course most parents would take, a voice in my mind suggested 'This could be a golden opportunity. You have the power over him right now'.
I had to ask myself, however, if that was what I wanted, recognizing Matthew could freak-out, permanently damaging our relationship, but I also considered Matthew had begged that strange man to use him. "Fuck it!" I thought, as I ripped off my shorts and climbed under my covers, "my son is obviously a cock hungry slut!"
Some ten minutes passed before Matthew finally returned, long enough for my breathing and heart rate to return to normal, but not long enough to lose my hardon, or my nerve. "Everything come out okay, son?" I asked as he climbed inside.
"Huh, oh, yeah. Just a little constipated, you know," he replied kicking off his flip-flops and crawling under his blankets on our bed. I could smell the sex on him and my cock ached more. "Good night, Dad," he murmured as he lay facing away from me.
I waited a few seconds, then inched closer to him. I could feel him tense up as I pulled his blanket up and pulled mine off. The smell of fresh sperm hit me like a mac truck, making my dick pulse. I slid my body next to his as he froze in fear, not sure what to expect. I leaned into his ear as I touched the wet spot where cum had leaked out and whispered, "I know."
"Dad......"he started to say.
"Shh shh shh," I silenced him, as I pulled the elastic waist band of his shorts down. "It's okay, Matty. Daddy's not mad that you're a little cockwhore." I lightly rubbed his freshly fucked assring, feeling the slimy goo. Matthew moaned a little bit.
"Daddy's just disappointed he didn't get it first," slipping two fingers into my son. He moaned a tad louder, so I let him know "But it's okay. Daddy loves sloppy seconds." I slid my fingers into his mouth so he could taste his ass. Then I instructed "Now, pull down your shorts."
Matthew complied, removing his shorts, revealing his own throbbing erection. He may have his mother's eyes, but he has his daddy's dick. Before now, I had never seen it erect, but it was a carbon copy of mine. Not thick, but about eight inches long, uncircumcised, and with a wicked curve that could hit all the places inside.
"Did you cum?"
He shook his head yes, unable to speak.
"And you're rock hard again? I guess you truly are a slut." He just shook his head again. I pulled back my foreskin and placed the head of my cock against his wet hole. "Good," I said as I slid my cock slowly into my son. "Daddy wants his little boy to be a good slut for him."
Matthew moaned in approval as I buried my bone all the way in his warm, wet, hungry fuck chute, pressing it hard into his prostate. I just held it there as I whispered, "no more secrets."
"No more secrets," Matthew returned.
I began to saw my cock in and out of my boy's hungry pussy, pushing hard into his prostate as he let out little grunts and moans, obviously loving that his Dad was finally fucking his slutty hole. He reached to jerk his erect cock, but I slapped his hands away, growling into his ear, "No, don't touch your cock, boy until I tell you to."
"I'm sorry Sir." He whispered. His natural submissiveness only made my cock swell more in his ass. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his hands and squeezed him tight against my body. He squeezed my hands back as he squeezed his glorious asslips around my cock, eliciting a throaty growl from deep inside me. My son definitely had a talented cunt. I knew I wasn't going to last long with his man pussy milking my cock, as I slid in and out of his cum slick chute. Knowing another man's cock had just been in my son, fucking him, using him, cumming in him was too much for my brain to handle. I knew I was close.
"Tell me what you want son," I whispered in his ear, "tell your Dad what his nasty, slutty, cumdump of a son wants. Tell me what you are, boy."
"I want your cum, Daddy," he whispered back in short gasps as I pounded his prostate hard. "I want you to use me as a cum receptacle. I was born to be fucked and used. I'm a slut, Dad, I'm just a cumdump. Shoot your load in my ass, Dad. Do it. I want your seed in me."
That did it. Hearing my son begging for my load pushed me over the edge. I buried my cock as deep as I could in my boy and let out a long, deep moan as my dick throbbed and flexed, pumping what I knew was a huge load into my slut's guts, mixing with the load the other man dumped in him not even a half hour earlier.
"Oh Matty," I moaned as his ass muscles milked all the cum out of me. "Daddy's going to be using this hole a lot from now on."
"Yessssss," he softly hissed in reply.
Is anyone going to CumUnion in Atlanta on 5/22/19? How is it and what to expect? Looking to get some info before going for the first time. what is the appropriate attire (jocks, leather, etc). What are the types of guys that usually come out?
Looking to have a fun night there soon, but want to hear some others experiences before going.