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I had my first really hot group bareback scene in a bath house in Rhode Island. We were in the steam room. He had me bent over the tile bench fucking me bare in front of everyone there. Soon a couple hot muscle beefy guys came over.... one was making out with my ex.... got him so worked up. He stepped away... giving his other buddy time to step in between him and I .... the guy he was making out with stopped and ask my ex if his buddy could feel my hole on his bare shaft. The guy asked my ex could he ride me bare. My ex nodded  so the stranger started riding me bareback since he obviously felt better t without a rubber so I wasn’t stopping  him! The one guy went with my ex to his room to play. He had a couple of his buddies  in his room which he booted  out of the room so they could play. He told them how he left his bf and this guys’mBF in the steam room taking the other guys bare cock!! All told after the three of them were done, one went back to the room... he starts fooling around with my ex and his buddy .... when another comes back... he leaves three in his room and comes back with another guy... meanwhile his raw buddy was loading my hole. The last two took turns for a bit until they nutted in me .  He goes back to tell tmy ex how hot the scene was... he should not have gotten distracted... they all put about 8 loads in me... 5 of them, my ex, and a couple extras as two goes were so horned from the scene they shot in my ass twice! I was online 6-7 weeks later and one of them recognized me. Realized from my photo ass and face, I was the guy they all bred in the baths. He said how hot it was... asked how long I had been poz. I told him I was not poz. This was early 90’s, He said people don’t fuck bare in baths unless they are poz. I went to the clinic to get tested.... my results came back a week later I was still negative.  

I thought I dodged a bullet. I said I would not ever do something this risky again. It was such a hot scene in my memory, it couldn’t help wanting bareback more. Shortly, after I started letting more random guys fuck me bare. It turned me on because 6-7 loads I took had been poz. I must be immune as It did not get me. I went back to bath houses, video booths, and all the similar places I played before except this  time I was playing only bareback. Our buddy, Tom hung out with us and would go to the tubs with me... never fucked me bare. He became good friends with my ex and I. We would play but he’d use a rubber. Until one day, we went to sunbathe at a nude beach. My ex was working so we went the two of us. He was so horny and excited to go to the nude beach. He asked me to give him road head off and on as we drove to the beach. After having blown him for a bit before we got there, my buddy was horny and boned. We spent an hour on the beach with him in various states of being boned. He said he was going for a walk on the beach and then in the dunes. I was not new to the rodeo so I knew guys cruised back there!!! Thinking to myself, how the fucker had  left me here so he could play!!! In about 5 minutes, I had packed up my stuff. I grabbed the backpack and towel so I could start walking naked too in the dunes. It took only moments to see my buddy Tom fucking this guy. He asked the guy if he wanted to ride my cock too. Stupid question... of course, the other guy want two of us to fuck him bare. Tom was already barebacking the guys tight hole. We had not brought lube so I asked what he was using. Tom hands me his bottle of  #2 sunning oil from HAWAIIAN Tropics. I still remember smelling coconut as I was feeling my freshly oiled cock sliding in the stranger balls deep and bare as I started to fuck his warm fuck hole!  Tom and I took turns fucking our new raw playmate. Tom was getting so turned on watching me top, he could not help fucking my ass bare too while I was fucking the other dude. I shot a look back over my shoulder which he immediately responded he would not cum in me. This was too hot not to fuck my bare hole too. Shortly, some guy comes along to tell the bottom his BF was coming looking for him as he had been gone so long. I was so turned on by fucking a  stranger with tanning oil. Additional, Tom was fucking me bareback for the first time. All I could was just nut in our raw stranger. We grabbed our backpacks and left the guy dripping my load before his BF showed up to see it happen. It was not late afternoon so the beach started to clear. Tom wanted to beat traffic so he suggested we head home. At this point, we were both aware, he still had not gotten off. Once we were on the highway, He again asked me road head. I enjoyed using the 30 minute drive to get home to tease his cock which had been straining to get off since the morning. My ex was still an hour or maybe more like an hour and half away. I told Tom I wanted to help get him off cause because for the third time, I teased his 8” cut thick cock until we had to stop before he could cum. I stripped naked and dropped to my hands and knees on the carpeted floor in my bedroom. We both still smelled of coconut and saltwater of the beach!! He leans in close to whisper in my ear if I had really enjoyed fucking and breeding in the dunes with him. He says tell me what you liked best? Immediately, I said the Hawaiian Tropics suntan oil being used for lube. It smell great combined with feeling a total stranger sitting on my cock bare. It was enough feeling a stranger’s BF’s naked hole on my cock, but to have him FNALLY sliding his raw poz cock in me too was just too much for me to handle. He grabbed the suntan oil, so we could fuck one more time with JUST suntan oil!!! It sent me over the edge with hi  whispering his it’s not good for condoms.  In fact, he says the rubbers will just break inside my bare cunt as he pounds my hungry hole like it deserved. I leaned back to his face and lips  so I could tell him how I know he hates fucking me with rubbers on!!  In fact, since we met, he has been needing to fuck me bare with his raw poz cock. I leaned in even more to whisper how  much I knew both of us wanted to no longer pull out as his raw shaft unloaded in bare fuck hole balls deep!!! Tom fucked my ass bare for another hour swapping positions!! He was well aware my bare ass milked his condom free raw shaft. It tempted him so much slamming balls deep in my bare hole, he could not help but slow down inside me. However, We could feel his balls slapping against my bare cunt. This ONLY made us think how his low balls kept slapping against my freshly shave  hole. The combination of this feeling would ultimately force him to splatter my insides with his hot poz cum. He started to slow down. He whispered that if he kept going he would quickly blow a huge load in me. In the past, He ALWAYS loved unloading inside even in a rubber!! He knew exploding in a rubber allowed him to save his load for another time. He had made a habit of freezing them. By placing the cum in an ice cube tray , he could  use them another time for additional lube for fucking his ass. It had been so fucking hot that the entire day and the memory of the bareback bath house scenes, sent my hunger over the edge. I just started pushing back riding his bare cock. He realized what I was doing was adding more stimulus to his overworked cock/ He asked me if I was trying to get him off. I just moaned Uhuh. He said if I did not stop he would cum And He didn’t have a rubber on. You know that, right? All I could do was moan again and keep riding him. At this point, To, says you want my poz cum in you, don’t you. All I did was moan again!!! With this, I sent him to  the top. He said, “Are you sure you really want my poz cum inside you. I rode all the way down his shaft one more time. This time he grabbed my hips, slammed his cock all the way inside me, and blew a huge load of toxic seed deep in my hole. Tom says, “I always knew you wanted me to cum in you since I found out I was poz!” As he collapses inside me, his hard cock is throbbing in me until it subsides moments later.

Nearly, 2 months later, I was living in a new country as my work was relocating me for an opportunity within the organization. One of the requirements, the country wanted a battery health tests to understand my health needs now and it the future! Two days after the bloodwork testing was completed, they asked me to come back to the office. I showed up for them to tell me - 

 

The first test result I had was positive... they are required by law to test two more times to confirm the original assessment. 

The second test was negative... 

the third sample was positive.                                                                                      

 

They called me in because they could not give me the news over the phone.... I was now HIV positive!! I left the office thinking I knew this day was coming. What a relief to finally know. I also knew it was someone I knew and not a random stranger.I walked to the gay bar in the downtown market. I had two close friends who worked as bartenders there. I did not want to go home alone. Instead, I sat on the stool. One friend asks what I wants for a beer. The other friend who was also my roommate knew I was not working for 3 days, so he walks down the length of the bar. He comes back with 3 liquid cocaine shooters for us. I spent the night there. My roomie  and I walked towards home after the bar closed!! We did not quite make it as we walk by one of the bathhouses to get home. He says come on in my treat!! I was back to my usual routine in no time. 

 

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MORE!! But super hot story for sure love the theme. Wish I was this lucky hehehe

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On 7/8/2020 at 11:18 AM, pupslut said:

MORE!! But super hot story for sure love the theme. Wish I was this lucky hehehe

I don't think it's. Story.. He is describing what happened to him. Wtf is wrong with u dude. 🙄. Seriously like really.... 

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16 hours ago, Collar4chemboys said:

I don't think it's. Story.. He is describing what happened to him. Wtf is wrong with u dude. 🙄. Seriously like really.... 

This is in the fiction section. Not quite sure it's meant to be factual.

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19 hours ago, Collar4chemboys said:

I don't think it's. Story.. He is describing what happened to him. Wtf is wrong with u dude. 🙄. Seriously like really.... 

 

3 hours ago, takingdeepanal said:

This is in the fiction section. Not quite sure it's meant to be factual.

Moderator’s Note: Anything posted here is considered fictional even if it is based on real experiences.
Please lightening up, @Collar4chemboys. Almost every story ever posted gets requests for more chapters. Even  when the author specifically says there isn’t any more. There’s no reason to go off on someone over it. 

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On 7/10/2020 at 3:51 AM, Collar4chemboys said:

I don't think it's. Story.. He is describing what happened to him. Wtf is wrong with u dude. 🙄. Seriously like really.... 

It makes for a hot story ... but you are correct it happened. Not sure there is anyway to make it longer. I only could embellish some parts. Maybe fill in a few forgotten but there is no more .... but I thought it sounds hot to me and it turned me on, so I could understand wanting more  😋

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Hello - might have happen to others like me - started to having fun and exploring with a male friend - simply exciting - being involved being new of being a Top or Bottom with toys - love it touching !   One evening out to a Fire works show - drinking - smoking some weed - dark at night - sneaking touches ! Then , after words went to a Gay bar - Hot Music , Guys and drinks - having Fun ! I have always enjoyed being touched / grabbing - wanting a desire being naked - guys using me !  I told my friend of a few HOT guys love to get naked with - then following him near the bath room , he mentioned leaning against the wall  to drink my beer , enjoy me giving you a blow job - I did so !  Soon a bunch of guys came around me - watching my friend giving me a blow job - others were excited - touching others - chatting with me - feeling others - like a fest going on - Loving it !  One guy chatting with me while his friend jerking my pants down further - rubbing cocks .  It was further difficult when someone from the bar told us cut it off !

Following week , I went back by myself and a few of them remember me - a cute fem boy striking up a chat - ended up at his place - anxious to having sex with him . We were naked with a condom - he was 1 hell a kisser - been drinking , smoking weed and poppers  - getting all fucked up .

Then , about height of being excited - a door open up - and several guys came in the room - naked they got to it - rushing to me - touching - taking control - loving the touches - smoking weed - poppers - dicks - then 1 put on a condom fucking me - another 1 put his dick in my mouth - 1 sucking me off - being used - going crazy - then the condom broke - kept fucking me - others fucking me - barebacking - loving it - out of control .

LOL - we became friends - some 10 or 12 times - partying - all barebacking - this is How it got started - Cute Boy did it !  

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Bugchasing whores are born with a deep desire to be pozzed up bug filled cumdumps. Some of them just don't know it until they get out there and start taking loads. A real whore will get more and more promiscuous until they just start taking all loads, which is when they discover they really don't care what the men fucking them look likehearingaidboy.thumb.jpg.2d182e0640ed9f5c349ab6b08a273fe0.jpg. From there it is just a small step away from becoming a bugchasing whore, especially if they are actual whores and/or tranny fucktoys. Some faggots just need a man to take control of them and get them used to not only taking poz loads but hunting for them and begging for them. Sometimes even the ones that act like they are too good to take loads from strangers turn into the raunchiest bugged up chasers.

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26 minutes ago, Faggotuser said:

Bugchasing whores are born with a deep desire to be pozzed up bug filled cumdumps. Some of them just don't know it until they get out there and start taking loads. A real whore will get more and more promiscuous until they just start taking all loads, which is when they discover they really don't care what the men fucking them look likehearingaidboy.thumb.jpg.2d182e0640ed9f5c349ab6b08a273fe0.jpg. From there it is just a small step away from becoming a bugchasing whore, especially if they are actual whores and/or tranny fucktoys. Some faggots just need a man to take control of them and get them used to not only taking poz loads but hunting for them and begging for them. Sometimes even the ones that act like they are too good to take loads from strangers turn into the raunchiest bugged up chasers.

I refuse no dick or load and I go actively searching for as many loads as I can get.

 

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      “Jimmy jumped in. “What are you doing? Now.”
      Wallace was slightly taken aback, but recovered. “Nothing, why.”
      “I’m coming over. I will take a shower and come over.”
      Wallace smiled. “You can take one here. I’ll send my details.”
      Jimmy’s decisiveness scared him a bit but also excited him. He signed off and already saw on his iPhone 14 that Wallace sent directions.
      He tried to hide his erection as he walked through the house.
      “I’m going out,” he simply said, to no one in particular. Not that they cared.
      His car, sensing the directions, warned that the destination neighborhood had a high crime rate. Jimmy overrode the safety feature and the car went about its way.
      The neighborhood was hell, and the sun setting behind the concrete canyon of this part of the city cast long dark shadows. The last of the day’s heat kept street funk encased at nostril level. The homeless shuffled about, positioning themselves as this became their dominion as darkness fell.
      The car suggested to Jimmy the best lit area nearest to Wallace’s address. There was that at least. Jimmy would have to be careful, he thought. Still, lust began to drive him. He thought about, as he found the apartment building, with a cleaner exterior than most buildings in this part of town, the things he wanted to do.
      He had almost died. He had denied himself for so many years. All feelings had been sucked out of him, except for fear. That was his constant companion. He wanted to start challenging it.
      A face scan (an old one that didn’t link to city databases thank goodness — Jimmy knew because he managed such business for Metre) let Jimmy in the building. No elevator, just some stairs. Five stories up, and Jimmy stood in front of Apartment 529.
      He knocked. No answered. He knocked again. Still no answer. Was he being ghosted? Jimmy starting feeling a bit uncomfortable standing in the strange hallway. Finally after an eternity and just as Jimmy was about to walk away, Wallace opened the door. In a towel.
      “Hey, sorry,” Wallace said apologetically, “I was getting the shower ready. Come in.”
      Jimmy hesitated, losing his nerve a bit. He gingerly stepped inside the apartment. The interior looked Kubrickian — white lacquered walls, with splashes of red and brown on the furniture. Muted wooden floors.  In the living room a pastel wall mural of a young man, his cock dripping one splash of cum as his head is thrown back in ecstasy. They walk past the bedroom which had similar styling, with a huge brown circular bed in the middle of an almost empty white room.
      They make it to the spacious bathroom, which is white and steamy at the entrance, Wallace drops his towel.
      “Join me for a shower?” he asked.
      Jimmy saw Wallace’s gorgeous body, and fair haired trimmed bush, and long but still flaccid uncut cock. Jimmy didn’t have to be asked twice — he quickly undressed and took Wallace’s hand…and walked into the steam - a deep, sandalwood fog that eventually revealed a large open shower with a waterfall shower head and shower heads position around the walls of the chamber at chest height.
      Wallace pulled Jimmy close, and they both looked into a nearby tall mirror — Jimmy’s brown skin and Wallace’s pink, taunt body. They kiss, and Jimmy’s hardness rose as his fear faded away. Wallace grabbed some beautiful body soap.
      “I had this made especially for me,” Wallace said. The smell of oud, jasmine, saffron and rose filled the space and Wallace worked the body soap around his body, then around Jimmy’s. Wallace stroked Jimmy’s chest as Jimmy closed his eyes, working his mind into it., feeling the water jets all around him, feeling Wallace’s wet hands. smelling the smells.
      “That’s nice,” Jimmy sighed.
      After a bit, Wallace says, “Turn around.” Jimmy complied, putting his hands on the shower walls and turning his ass to Wallace. Wallace, using more soap, caresses it into Jimmy’s back, working his way down until he reaches Jimmy’s ass crack. Jimmy arches his back as the first man to touch him there in decades strokes his asshole, slowly opening it up. Wallace reaches around and starts to work Jimmy’s already engorged cock.
      Jimmy barely realized that Wallace had started to spoon him, and that Wallace’s own prodigious cock was sliding up and down between Jimmy’s cheeks. Jimmy was entranced, his mouth slightly open.
      The world fell away and he was grateful. He tired of its fakeness. He grew weary of the pettiness. As a man who faced death he realized that no one was here to save us, to take care of our pleasure. No one seizes the day but ourselves, and as he threw his head back in passion Wallace slid his slick cock into Jimmy’s sweet brown bubble butt, like it was meant to be there.
      Jimmy’s dick stiffened and began to leak pre-cum. Wallace’s kissed on Jimmy’s neck, and softly grunted as he took that virgin hole, that would be his forever. Jimmy swooned as he thought that this moment was so perfect, that on his death bed he would struggle to jack off at the last moment of his life to match his end with the beginnings that this night brought to him. He was fulfilling his calling as a bottom.
      As Wallace tweaked his nipples Jimmy worked his ass back and met each of Wallace’s thrusts. He felt his walls milking Wallace’s cock and he gasped as he felt Wallace’s cock swell. Wallace began focusing his stroke on Jimmy’s prostate, pummeling it with each stroke. Jimmy was not only on the verge of a true anal orgasm but close to shooting his load without once touching his dick. Jimmy loved the possibility of surrender - surrender to Wallace’s dick, surrendering his body to a strange lover….
      Wallace leaned in, whispering to Jimmy, “Oh my god you are so tight. You must be a virgin. I always wanted to give my gift to a virgin.”
      Gift?, Jimmy thought. “Whaaaa….” Reality intervened.
      “What do you mean, ‘gift?’” Jimmy asked, curious but his voice trembling.
      “My poz cum. I’m going to make you pregnant with my baby. I will own you,” Wallace said with a mixture of a sigh and a hiss.
      “NOOOOO!” Jimmy said, snapping out of his dick daze. He dislodged Jimmy’s dick from his ass and ran for the bathroom door, collecting his things. He’s soaking wet…
      “Wait! I thought you knew! I thought that was what you wanted!” Wallace protested. Jimmy quickly got dressed, with difficulty as he tried to fit his still-hard cock into his jeans.
      “You are a sick animal! I should have you arrested! I don’t want AIDS!!!!” Wallace reached out but Jimmy turned away and ran to the door.
      “No, get away from me!” Jimmy leaves, leaving Wallace standing in the middle of his living room, naked, blue-balled, confused.
      Jimmy races down the stairs into the tepid night, confused about where he left his car. H felt so exposed in some many ways. He was again, scared. Jimmy realized he was lost. He forgot what block he left his car on. Various shady characters circled around him, sensing confused and vulnerable prey. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he felt himself watched…
      Then suddenly like Mulholland Drive a mangy creature stepped out of the shadows of an alley into Jimmy’s way. Putrid, with a mangled face, the creature smiled a diseased smile, and Jimmy’s heart leapt out of his chest and he ran the other way. After about 20 minutes Jimmy found his car, still intact, unmolested, unlike him.
      By the time of his arrival at home Liz had bedded down with her nightly headache and the kids were doing what teenagers do so Jimmy was alone. He rushed to his office, activating silence mode. What should he do? What the hell was Wallace thinking? What was the hell he thinking? His lust after so many years had made his stupid and vulnerable to something like this.
      He navigated to the hookup website to delete Wallace’s profile. Jimmy was in a rage. As he logged on he noticed a message from Wallace. Jimmy went to delete it, but thought better of it. Maybe Wallace had something meaningful to say to explain his actions.
      The message consisted of only Wallace on his huge round, brown bed in a white room, stroking his huge cock. Long strokes, his bulbous head straining under its skin, his pee hole leaking rivers of precum that made his cock slick. Moaning Jimmy’s name, Wallace shot floods and floods of juicy cum its color enhanced by the dark brown of the sheets. Jimmy didn’t think it possible to explode in such a way. His asshole twitched in sympathy and his mouth watered at the sight of this seed.
      “I am a nice guy, Jimmy,” Wallace said after coming down from his orgasm. “Never tease a man when he’s out for ass.” The message ended there, and Jimmy was shaking.
      “This is my life!” Jimmy thought “What right does he have?” Jimmy deleted everything about Wallace from his computer. He was done.
      But…did Wallace say what he thought he said…and HOW DID HE KNOW MY NAME????
      Just then, on Jimmy’s work computer, a message arrives. “That’s strange,” Jimmy thought, because his work computer wasn’t set up to receive messages yet.
      “HOW WAS TONIGHT?” the message said.
      It was signed by Melvin.
       
      TO BE CONTINUED.
    • By BBWhoreUK
      This story is a true account of my weekend trip to Towyn, a small place in Wales. I have changed the name of the man I met for discretion and for the purpose of telling this experience, I will refer to him as Mike. 
      A little about me, 29, male, verse and living just outside of Manchester. I've written about my experiences on this site before, but due to the lockdown, I've had a lack of action these last few months lol. 
      Anyway, last weekend I travelled to Wales as I have family who live in Llandudno and was going to be there from Thursday - Sunday. Whilst there, I updated my profile on Fab to look to see if there were any local men wishing to meet. My profile is quite self explanatory, bareback only and preferably looking for older tops. Whilst checking my messages on Friday, I had the usual pic hunters and people wanting to bone over the phone, but not much in the way of actual meets. I enjoyed my little trip as best I could but I really was getting annoyed at the lack of action, so I opted for Grindr to try my luck! And it worked, thank fuck for apps! 
      I got chatting to Mike on Saturday morning, he's 46, top and has a 'I'm the manager, do as your told' type of look shall we say. He was pretty easy to chat to and made it really clear what he wanted, a quick fuck whilst away for the weekend. Luckily for me, he could accommodate. Towyn is quite easy to get to from Llandudno and I agreed to travel to the caravan site he was staying at on Saturday afternoon. At this point, I told my family members I was visiting an old uni friend who had relocated to Rhyl (which was a complete lie) and I made my way to Mike's caravan. 
      Whenever I'm meeting someone new, I always wonder if they'll be nervous and want to chat, if they'll be all business and just want to fuck, or if they will completely back out of it and not want to do the deed. I think both Mike and I had gone a while without sex and he pretty much wanted me on his bed with my legs open, result! I got to the caravan and briefly said 'Hello, it's nice to properly meet you, you have a lovely place' and he'd already ushered me into the bedroom. I was fine with this, less chat, more sex! 
      We kissed for a very short time before he'd slid downy jeans and boxers and he'd turned me onto my stomach and began eating my arse. I loved how he buried his tongue inside my chubby bum and I pushed my arse back into his face as hard as I could. I was slightly uncomfortable as my jeans were now tangled around my legs but he quickly saw to removing them and I took of my t-shirt so that I could properly get on all fours for him. Now he started to eat me out like he'd been starved of sex for months! I was moaning like a slag and I loved how much of an arse enthusiast he was! He switched to playfully biting my bum and started to slip a couple of fingers in my arse and it suddenly dawned on me that I hadn't even had a chance to taste his dick yet! 
      I asked him to lay down on the bed and knelt over him so that he could still get as much as my arse as he wanted and I took his dick out of his boxers so that I could get my fix. His dick wasn't massive, approximately 6.5 inches but he was super sensitive to having the head of his dick licked. He groaned so loudly as I teased him and he started leaking pre-cum in seconds. Clearly, we both needed to cum as soon as possible. After he'd fingered me a little more, I switched around and started to kiss him whilst on top of him and I slowly slid his dick into my chubby arse and sat right down on him, feeling his dick invading my arse and listening to him let out such a relieving 'ohhhhhhh goddddd'. 
      I carried on kissing him and began to ride him nice and slow, feeling him reach round to my bum with his hands as he began to spank and grab my bum cheeks. This drove me wild and I began to pick up the pace and really starting power-bottoming the life out of his dick. I've had none for months, this was mine and I was taking every fucking millimetre of it. He asked me to lay on my back and it's very lucky that I'm flexible, he gripped me by my ankles and put them up as high as possible, right next to my ears and he began to pound the fuck out of me. At this point, I couldn't stay quiet or hide my pleasure and I began screaming out for more.
      I started wanking my dick like crazy and it was seconds later when I shot my load all over my stomach, I could feel my arse pulsing like mad around his dick and he started to pick up his pace a little more. I was scooping my cum up and eating it and he simply uttered 'I can't hold it any longer' and with one final thrust he forced his dick deep into my arse and shot his cum inside me. I could feel his dick throbbing and he shot 3 thick ropes of cum inside me. I lay there, with my ankles pinned close to my head and when he finally let go of them, I felt like I couldn't properly walk! He fucked me really hard and I could already feel his cum dribbling from my arse and he seemed to enjoy what he saw. I asked if he was going to clean up his mess and he straight away buried his tongue into my arse. There is no better feeling than a man eating his cum out of your arse. He then popped his head back up to make sure I got a good taste of what he'd done to me. 
      Very shortly after this, he was hinting that I needed to leave and I was fine with this and offered to suck him off before leaving, no surprise, he was happy to let me do this! He didn't last long and I got a mouthful of cum from him. I made sure he still had my number and told him we should meet again, I got dressed and then headed back to Llandudno. My family asked what me and my friend got up to, so I told them how we had a socially distant beer and catch up, not sure they would like to hear how I let a stranger breed me 🙂

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