TwistedBBboy Posted March 11, 2011 Report Share Posted March 11, 2011 Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... I hesitate to admit this to my readers, seeing as this is a barebacking blog, but in the interest of being totally honest I will tell you that I have been fucked and fucked guys using condoms. I can count the number of guys this occurred with on one hand. Better than that I can honestly say that eventually EVERY one of those guys had sex with me sans condom. Therefore, I can say that I have barebacked with every single man I've ever had sex with. Yes, I pride myself on that fact. Which is why I'm telling this story. The stud involved in this escapade had hooked up with me many times before, but always using condoms when he fucked me. Over time he began to show an interest in barebacking my ass and this was the culmination of that. ------------------------------------ To start things off I'll admit this guy was a contradiction in my book. I like my men confident, but not cocky, masculine, in shape, etc. I'm somewhat picky. This guy doesn't really fit that bill. He was in his early 30's, pale white, to the point of being questionably albino, (which, albeit, can be hot"). Slightly over six feet tall (which I do like) a tad pudgy but not so much as to be disgusting, with an "eh" face (ya know, when you see them and go "eh"). Worse than anything he has a lisp and calls himself VGL. But, alas, my faggot sensibilites and normally high standards were completely swayed, multiple times, by what was swinging between his legs. His cock is a thing of beauty, no doubt. Eight inches long, perfectly straight, uncut with a bulbous mushroom head. He had a matching pair of bull nuts that produce buckets of cum and seep precum like a sieve. Better than that he was a great rimmer and his cock tasted awesome. The sad part, aside from his physical and mental defects (VGL he was not), was that he was a condom nazi. I had hooked up with him prior to this event probably three or four times (I tend to block out condom escapades). Each time I would do my best to get him in me raw but he was medically trained and very cautious. We would end up trying to fuck a myriad of ways but it always ended with me asking him to stop. Truth be told my asshole has a mind of its own. If a guy is trying to fuck me that I'm not interested in, my hole clamps up and won't allow easy access. If a cock comes at me with a condom on, the same occurs. Everytime he tried to slide into me it hurt like a motherfucker because of that fucking piece of latex on his gorgeous dick. We would try over and over and over, the floor of my room becoming littered in half used condoms. Eventually we would just give up and I'd sit on his face and suck him off. It was better than nothing and at least I got to taste that cock. But something had changed the last time I hooked up with him. He still insisted on using condoms but told me about the hookup he had had the previous weekend. Apparently he was out of town and ended up having his first taste of Tina (something at this point I still had yet to do). He told me how it felt and he got this crazy glint in his eye. Something told me his twisted side was starting to see the light. We fumbled around, as usual, ending in the same old way. After that we chatted online and discussed hooking up again. I had decided that I wasn't going to let him try to fuck me with rubbers again. It was raw or nothing. I subtly made this clear to him. A month or two passed, with him still being evasive. I had pretty much given up at this point. At the time I was 19 or 20, I'm not really sure. I knew I could get hotter guys. Guys that would fuck me raw without question. Then, one cold and wet winter day he texted me. "So you want my load?" "Fuck yeah, always have wanted that awesome cock's cum." "Want to get a motel room tonight and I'll give you what you want?" My cock was rock hard. I couldn't type "HELL YES" fast enough. Not only was I going to get bred by that amazing 8-inch dick but it was going to be in a sleazy motel. I have a bit of a fetish for hotel sex. The night couldn't come fast enough. We were texting back and forth constantly, discussing the nasty things we were going to do to each other. All of which revolved around him planting his raw loads deep in my ass. I wasn't really sure what had happened with him between the last time we hooked up and then but something had broken the damn and all of his pent up sexual fantasies were springing forth. And my ass was the lucky recipient of that flood. Lucky for both of us I was in possession of some Grade-A pot and he had multiple bottles of fresh poppers (could this get any better???). I was beginning to understand why he wanted to have the hotel room. We were going buck wild and clean up wouldn't have to be considered. We made a plan to meet up mid-evening. He would get the room and text me where to go. I hopped in the shower and made sure everything was perfect. I didn't want ANYTHING getting in the way. It was almost time to head to the hotel and by this time I was exceedingly wound up. My dick had been hard for hours and the fresh underwear that I had put on was already soaked with my precum. I was excited, to say the least. Finally the text came through and I rushed out the door to get my ass bred. Luckily the hotel was blocks from where I was living. I was there within minutes. I'd been to this place before, but never for any sexual fun. I recalled how suspicious the owners were of anyone they didn't know coming into the place (despite the hotel being a high-rise). I pushed through the front door and was not surprised to see the male owner, a Middle Eastern man, eying me up and down, as if I were going to rob him. I made quickly to the elevator on the other side of the lobby and just as I entered I heard him call out to me. I pushed the 5 button and hoped the doors would close in time. Just as they did I could hear him quickly shuffling across the lobby. So now I was not just about to get bred but I was a fugitive. I couldn't help but chuckle. I just hoped he couldn't see what level I was getting off at! The elevator doors opened and I followed the signs down the dimly lit hallway toward the correct room number. The walls looked filthy and the tacky carpeting wasn't much better. Somehow that made this all the more raunchy. Just the way I like it. As I walked down the hallway I realized I was still rock hard and wondered if the owner had noticed. I'd never been this turned on by this guy before. Something felt different this time. Maybe it was knowing I was going to take his raw load, maybe it was a premonition of some sort. All I knew was I had butterflies in my stomach and a quickly forming wet spot on the front of my jeans. Eventually I found myself at the far end of the hallway. The room was on the right. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my stomach, and knocked. I heard some shuffling on the other side of the door. The door's lock was disengaged but the door itself remained shut. I waited a few seconds and turned the handle. Once the door was open I was taken aback for a second. Somehow my fuck for the evening had undergone a transformation in the few months since our last encounter. He was standing a couple of yards back from the door, wearing a plain white jockstrap that was stretched to its limit trying to contain that already hard gorgeous cock of his. But he wasn't as chubby as before. He had obviously been working out, a lot. Where before he had a slight tummy, now I could see the outline of his abs. He wasn't ripped quite yet but he was on his way. He had also lost weight in his face, suddenly his bone structure was much more apparent. More attractive. As I looked him up and down I realized that the vibe coming off of him had changed as well. He didn't seem as fem as before. He had always been cocky but now he gave off an air of dominance. His legs were splayed slightly and he had a devious grin on his face. He knew he had changed and was showing himself off to me. I stepped into the room, noting quickly that he had brought a laptop computer that was playing raunchy bareback porn on the dresser. A bag sat in a chair next to the bed and I wondered what he had brought with him. As the door closed behind me I found myself staring at that jockstrap wrapped fuck stick. I swear I started to drool. "On your knees, boy." was the first thing he said to me. I was helpless to fight my instincts. I did as I was told. ------------------------------- As always, this is a true story. I hope you guys are enjoying insofar! Part 2 coming up... 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