I didn’t bring a condom

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I didn’t bring a condom.

It was dancing late on a Friday night in 1999 that I first spotted him. He was across the bar standing alone in a back corner nursing a beer. His open gauzy white shirt showed off his perfectly tanned chest and six pack. I’m a bit of a geek that loves old TV series and movies. His body was the Magnum PI era Tom Selleck, his face 007 Daniel Craig with seventies stash and dark five o’clock shadow. To my 19-year-old horny self he was a sex magnet.

It was a warm night, so I had checked my ratty faded denim jacket and was dancing bare chested in nothing, but short frayed denim cut offs hardly concealing my privates and offering a little more than a glimpse of my darkly haired ass. My Mulatto skin was even richer with my deep tan courtesy of too much time at the gay end of our local nude beach. Sweat was dripping from my thickly haired 5’ 4” cub body. The cheshire cat smile had my cheek dimples on full display. And my black army boots shouted, 'cum fuck me. '

I didn’t know if he had noticed me, so I marched to the bar and bought two beers. Making my way directly to him I offered one. At first, he demurred, “I’m an cheap drunk so I shouldn’t.” But with my winning smile and persistent hand toward him offering the glass he finished the little he had left and accepted my gift.

“I’m Jake.” I offered.

“Dan, good to meet you Jake.” He smiled back a bit on the sheepish side. I’m a sucker for masculine older men with enough confidence to appear meek at first sight.

I’m not one to beat around the bush. Who has time for that? So I enquired, “Your place or mine?”

“Umm. That was direct. I live in the suburbs, you?” he responded.

“Just a couple blocks from here. Let’s get out of here.”

“But the beers?” he wasn’t really complaining.

“Come on, let the fucking commence.”

His eyes grew big as saucers, and he let me tow him out onto the street.

I directed him through the back ally shortcut pushing him behind the first available dumpster to plant a big sloppy kiss square on his mouth. He didn’t hesitate to offer tongue in return. As our tongues danced in each other’s hot mouths I undid his jeans. Before pushing them down I asked permission to suck his cock. No words just his nodding head granted access, and I wasted no time getting his beautiful semi-hard member deep in my throat.

I love the way a mans cock hardens up in my mouth and his responded quickly. I proceeded to deep fuck my face on his 8” and thick hard on. He moaned with great appreciation. My interest was peeked as a hand found my spine and traced the hair toward my hole. Bingo, he knew which way this fuck was planned to go. As I stood I directed one of his fingers into my hole.

“Fuck kid, you are prepared, you came prelubed!”

“No sense wasting time with a sexy willing daddy like you!” I know I’m a brat.

“I didn’t expect this tonight, I didn’t bring a condom.” He confessed.

“I don’t care, you’re too hot, just fuck me raw.” I wasn’t begging, but the next thing to it.

“Tempting as you are son, I can’t do that.”

“Sure, you can, I’m consenting.”

“But I’m not.” He persisted.

“Right, you’re right” I conceded. “But would you at least rim me? I at least want that five o’clock shadow scrapping my taint.”

I turned and bent propping myself against the dumpster without waiting for his answer. As I waited I thought I might have attempted too much before I finally felt his hot tongue trace my ring. When it started to dart inside, I thought I might have converted his thinking. I was almost certain when his lips covered my hole and sucked vigorously.

I was prepared for him to enter me as he quickly stood. Instead, he spat on my bare back.

“You fuckin idiot, that’s not lube in your hole, it’s some guys cum. Keep the fuck away from me.” And he ran while pulling up and fastening his jeans.

 

 

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I didn’t bring a condom. (ch. 2)

[disclaimer, this chapter makes indirect reference to heterosexual porn. The acts  are not described, simply referred to. Mild cannabis smoking is also included. ]

He was correct. It wasn’t lube he had felt. Well at least not commercial lube. It was the best lube, another man’s cum. Actually, two. Pretty much for the last month every time I went to that particular gay bar my visit started with getting fucked by the same two guys. The bar tenders spelled each other off to take me into the office and ‘do me’. Yes, I was getting fucked bareback and taking loads as early as 1999.

We’ll here more about Dan later. For now, it might be best if I give you some of my background that led me to acting so boldly.

You already know I’m Mulatto. My mother is Italian, my father as black as they come. Both of my parents are beautiful specimens of their gender and race. This means I won the genetic lottery. I also won the libertine parent lottery. My parents actually met on a porn shoot. It was love at first sight as they gazed into each other’s eye’s, and that love was consummated in the time it takes to film a scene.

They were hippy front runners, even before the 1960’s. Both are bisexual and as you can guess by their profession very, very sex positive. They don’t even understand the concept of monogamy. Bodies, and a great variety of bodies, are meant to provide pleasure and be enjoyed. This makes them very popular on porn shoots even at their advancing ages.

To say they raised me to be sex positive is an understatement. When I became a teenager, 1993, I was given a condom in my birthday card and thereafter lectured regularly on the importance of a healthy sex life, the importance of consent (reminding me I couldn’t give it until I was 18 even though they thought that law was foolish), and of course the practices of safer sex.

In fact, this was the only part of my upbringing I found unreasonable. Not that they would care so much but that they actually tormented me with stories to instill me with their profound fear of AIDS. They would tell me over and over again about their close calls with the disease in their industry. Not only about women and men they knew who succumbed. But the terror they went through in the early years when so much was unknown. Mom had unprotected sex with John Holmes and Dad with Al Parker in the period John and Al were probably infected but didn’t know. The testing and waiting period were horrific for my parents and they never let me forget it.

Even when I let them know I had no interest in girls they encouraged me to at least give MF sex a try. I knew if I couldn’t get it up for pics of naked women there was no use trying with the real thing.

On the other hand, MEN! An open shirt, a bulging crotch, 5 o’clock shadow, hair peaking out, men in shorts, men in suites, men in uniform … especially UPS delivery guys … oh my god, instant erection. Highschool gym showers were torcher. I was teased so relentlessly for my constant unhide able boner. I started having crushes on other boys when I started kindergarten for Pete’s sake.

Sex positive teens as you all know watch lots of porn and masturbate often many times per day. I was no exception. Every gay porn site I came across was bookmarked on my computer.

I know you are wondering, and the answer is yes, I saw most of the M on M scenes my father had made over the years. I love his body, especially naked and to see him in action is like the best poetry. To see him fuck and breed a man is amazing; however, to see him get fucked and bred is heaven on earth. Then came the porn he made in the safe sex years, and I could see he was performing well; he just wasn’t into it as much. To my discerning eye something was missing for him. When I pressed him on this, he reluctantly confessed I was right. When I pressed him further ‘Is it the condom thing?’ he relented and confirmed I had hit the nail on the head. He hated them on his cock and worse still burning his ass, he just knew he had to accept them as part of the business.

Even though it was the most prevalent I lost interest in condom porn. Instead, I watch and jerked to the old 1970’s classics over and over again. I read everything I could find about gay porn. I was so excited when I heard about the development of a stable of porn performers for ‘Hot Dessert Knights’ and their soon to be released ‘Bareback Buddies’. I made sure I saw it the first day it was released and I stayed up all that night. I must have watched it from beginning to end 7 times. Fast forwarding to breeding scenes another 15 times. I was hooked, and better still I was reaching the age of consent within a few months time.

At the dinner table on my 18th birthday, I asked to borrow the folks car that night.

“Great, do you have plans with some of your pals?” my mom enquired.

“Yeah, Sam and I are going cruising.” I boldly replied. (I’m a good liar when I need to be and I knew they wouldn’t want me going on this adventure alone.)

“Cruising, as in at a cruising place where men have sex with men?” My dad sounded sceptical.

“Fuck yeah. It’s Sam and my birthday present to ourselves.”

Mom chimed in, “But don’t you want to have your first sex with someone you know and trust, maybe with each other. Your Dad and I would be happy to take a hotel room for the night. You guys could feel free to fuck anywhere in the house.” My dad was nodding his agreement.

“Come on you guys. Don’t be so square. I want my first sex to be anonymous. I want it to hold maximum thrill!”

“Well, I don’t like it, but we won’t stand in your way.” And he tossed me the keys. “Be sure to take lots of condoms and lube. I know from experience you can’t count on the guys on those trails to be prepared. I’m glad you two planned to watch out for each other.”

The sun was just setting when I arrived and there were lots of cars. It looked like I’d won the lottery again.

I was wearing ripped jeans commando, come fuck me boots, and an open vest. I wasn’t very far into the woods when I came upon a muscular silver daddy in cut off jeans and an open shirt with the sleaves ripped off. My mind instantly decided, BINGO.

I stepped right up to him and latched my lips onto his right nipple. He let out a deep moan and continued as I serviced his pleasure spot. Eventually his hands gently moved my head up as he initiated a deep passionate kiss.

When the lip lock broke with lust in his voice he asked; “Are you old enough to do this kid?”

“I turned 18 at 10 a.m. today!”

“You don’t expect me to believe a sexy young man like you is offering a virgin hole for me to ravage.”

“I don’t care if you believe me or not, but you can see for yourself the ass of these jeans are paper thin to give you easy access if you want it.” I turned and bent, holding myself up hands on the closest tree.

I soon felt his strong hands grab the rear pockets and heard the thin fabric tear. There was a wave of cool air on my hole, quickly followed by his warm breath, lips and tongue fucking my back entrance. The scratch of his beard delighted my taint. He worked me for a good while pushing lots of spit and flehm in deep.

As he stood, he ripped off my vest and lined up his cock with my eager virgin cherry. He was teasing my entrance with the raw mushroom head before he spoke. “You better have provisions; I didn’t bring condoms or lube.”

“Well, I’ll be damned, neither did I!” was my cocky response.

“I’m pretty big, you better not be a virgin.”

“I practiced with some veggies, bring it on.” I instructed

His head breached my outer ring and hurt like hell. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I took some deep breaths, and he waited for me to push back onto what felt like a baseball bat. By the time he was all the way in my muscles had relaxed and the pain transformed to pleasure.

What followed was a twenty-minute ride of my18 year old life. He started to fuck me slowly but soon with my encouragement was going harder, deeper, faster.

I recognize the raged change in his breathing from all the porn I had watched.

“I’m close kid. Where do you want this load?”

“Come in me, breed me, I need this for my first fuck.”

He was already unloading deep in my ass. A subtle warmth filled my gut as he collapsed his hairy chest on my bare back.

We both panted like this for a few minutes before he softened and fell out of me. I then realized I had shot a hands-free load on the tree and ground.

I wasn’t prepared for a deep voice beside us asking, “So were you really a virgin before this handsome bloke pounded a load into you just now?”

“Um … yeah … virgin no more I guess.” I offered and they both laughed.

They switched places so quickly I hardly had time to notice. This new guy’s raw cock was in my cum lubricated hole and I was pushed to bend and lean on the tree once more. His cock wasn’t as big, but it was just as enjoyable. Within five minutes he was blasting inside me with no warning.

The two pulled themselves together and left before I even stood. This had all gone far better and far faster than planned. My plan was to take two cocks raw and if possible, receive their two loads. Having no experience I had expected this to take a few hours. It had happened inside one.

I pulled on my vest and wondered off down another trail in my assless jeans with no intention of seducing or offering my ass to any more men. For the next two and a half hours, I was a voyeur. It was quite dark by now, but I could see well enough to watch lots of sucking and fucking. I only saw one guy use a condom. The more I watched the hornier I got.

I came upon a very average looking guy, probably about 30. He was smoking a joint. Something about his mellow deminer grabbed me and held me. He offered me a drag which I accepted. Not used to smoking, after a large drag I began to cough. Coughing jag subsiding the horniness took me over. I kicked off my boots, dropped and stepped out of my shredded jeans, threw off my vest. Naked now save socks I bent against a trunk.

As the wait time increased, I feared he wasn’t interested. When I turned to check he was rolling a condom on his average sized erection.

I quickly moved to him and pulled it off. His questioning face asked, ‘are you sure.’ Rather than say anything I scooped some of the cum from my ass and held my fingers to his lips. Reluctantly he licked them. Seeing he didn’t run or freeze I pushed my fingers between his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked my cummy digits in clearly savouring their manly juices. Consent established I was soon against the tree with his raw cock up my ass. Three other guys had gathered around.

It was not long and he was dumping his load to join the two others deep inside me. What followed were three more very quick pump and dumps.

As I caught my breath the cannabis had warn off and the reality that I had come to these woods a virgin and now 6 strangers loads were seeping into my gut walls settled in. I found what remained of my clothes and fled to my parents car.

As I slid my raged jeans and boots on a large, handsome  shirtless man covered in that coarse tightly curled hair that only a black person has called over as he sat on the trunk of his car. “Are you okay kid?”

My words said, “Yeah, …. Um … I’m fine.” But he read my tone.

“Come join me for a toke.”

I decided it couldn’t hurt and sat with him. I was instantly comfortable with his easy nature and soon spilled the beans of my visit to the cruising woods to celebrate my birthday.

His good-natured response was; “Good for you boy. A true and natural cum dump has come of age.”

He then invited me for a coffee; he knew a place that stayed open all night. I thanked him but reminded him of the state of my pants. He laughed and said, “Yeah, I’ve got something better at home anyway.”

I followed him to his home and as soon as  the door closed he asked if he could add his load to the others. We stripped and he fucked me there in the entrance. We enjoyed his fine ‘hutch’ before climbing into bed for a longer shag and deposit of my eighth load of the night. When we awoke with the sun rise, he pumped the tenth load into my no longer virgin ass.

My parents were at the breakfast table when I entered the kitchen wearing a pair of the black man’s son’s shorts. In my entire life I had never seen them with such stern faces but I knew those faces communicated, ‘we’ve got to talk, RIGHT NOW’!