Monday, October 25, 2010

First (Bareback) Fuck - Dan

I still remember my first time.

I was 21 and had a hot 23 year old Puerto Rican boyfriend. He loved my phat white azz. We met at the gym and he told me later on that he could not stop staring at my booty. He loved white boys because he loved how his dark Spanish meat looked going into a pink smooth hole. He was more experienced than me but he took his time. The first few hook-ups we had were just oral and shit like that, no anal. But we both knew it was just a matter of time.

I still lived with my parents at the time. He came over one night and I knew it would happen. I had cleaned my hole out good and loosened it with a small dildo. My parents were asleep next door to my bedroom. We started getting it on passionately- kissing, licking, sucking, rimming. He knew how to rim my hole. He had a long tongue and licked my ass walls with it for what seemed like an eternity. He kissed me so I could taste my ass and smell it. Mesmerizing. He had a big uncut Latin dick that I loved to suck on. The pre-cum would ooze out and I loved eating it all.

After he lubed my hole up good with his spit, and a little of the store-bought stuff, he put me on my back to top me. He was sweating at this point and his beautiful black hair was a mess. He entered me with his big raw dick. I could not handle it at first and pushed him back. He was patient and went down to eat me again. His tongue felt soothing on my hurting hole.

He slid his papi dick inside me again and held it there. Boy did it hurt! I tried fighting him back but he held it steady, knowing it was what I needed to loosen up. I relaxed and got used to it. He began to fuck me slowly and would lean in to kiss me. As I relaxed more, he began to fuck faster, sliding his big dick in and out of my asshole.

He pulled out and then got on his back. I climbed on top and sat down on his dick. What a fucking rush! To sit on his dick and control the fuck myself was incredible. His eyes were staring into mine, and he would tell me how much he enjoyed my asshole. I loved riding his dick- up and down- fast and slow- listening to the sound of my wet hole swallow his delicious uncut monster.

I could tell he was ready to cum. His breathing was faster and he was really squeezing my asscheeks. He whispered, "Let me breed you baby!" and without waiting for an answer, shot deep inside me. I had his dick inside me all the way down to the balls. I could feel his dick spasm as he unloaded his sperm inside my guts. It felt like a gallon of baby batter was now inside me. I was bred.

When he came down from his orgasm he slowly pulled out. We kissed and held each other for a few minutes. His dick was wet with his cum and my ass juices. He cleaned up and then he gathered his things and left. I was elated that I was no longer an anal virgin. I went to the bathroom and farted his sperm out of my hole, content in knowing that I had started my journey as a pig bottom.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

First Fuck - Triangle Bottom

I met him online. On an AOL M4M chatroom. He said he was a White Jewish boy. Football player build. Blonde hair, blue eyes. A strict and total top. I told him I was still a virgin. I was. He asked if I wanted to change that. I said, “Yes.” He asked if I wanted to meet him. I told him I did not drive. He asked for my address. I gave it to him. Just like that. He said he was on his way. About 30 minutes later he was outside my house. I got in his car. He was a complete and total stranger.

Another half-an-hour later, we ended up at one of his friend’s house. He was there too. There was plenty of beer. He offered me one. I accepted. I was under age, I did not know any better at all. So after a single beer, I was totally buzzed and ready to give him anything he wanted. He wanted my mouth around his cock. He wanted his cock in my ass.

The next thing I know I am giving him head. I don’t even remember us kissing, or his pants dropping. But, there I was, on my knees, my head between his thighs, dick in my mouth. It was the first time I was doing this and I did not know a thing. His cock felt awkward in my mouth but I tried my best. He was not BIG by any standard. I’d measure him at probably 5 or 5.5 inches, but what he lacked in length he made up in girth. It certainly was thick, and it had a really nice look to it. Thinking back, he actually had one of the prettiest cocks I’ve ever seen. Sure, it was not big, but had it been two or three inches longer, he could be packing the perfect cut cock. It was straight, thick and circumcised to perfection. No unnaturally grotesque veins, bumps or scares. Smooth.

I sucked it. I licked it. I blew on it with my mouth. Nibbled on it. I even tried getting my tongue in the slit. I was doing every conceivable thing I could do with my tongue to pleasure his cock. He stayed hard so I figured I was doing something right, but I had no confidence, whatsoever, in what I was doing.

“My balls,” he whispered, almost in a half moan.

I have always taken instruction pretty well so I knew immediately what he wanted. I took my mouth off his cock, and dove straight for his balls. They were hairy. And small. Not exactly something that turned me on or drove me wild, but I was determined to please him. It was at that moment that it hit me: I was there to please him. I’m not sure how it happened, but it just made sense. I was there to help him get off. I wanted him to cum. So, the same way I had worked on his cock, I began working on his balls. Doing everything I could with my lips, tongue and mouth that I thought would bring him pleasure. It was then that I started to go for his inner thigh. And from there, up, back to his balls. I had often played withhis perineum, so I decided to try and lick him there. When I did, he moaned loudly.

I then became aware of my hands. They had been on his thighs the entire time. I decided to put them to work. One went straight for his dick and the other for his balls as I worked the underside of his balls with my mouth.

Again, I was doing everything I could to orally please him. This time I felt a little better because the harder I worked on him with my mouth, the more he moaned. I felt so proud of myself. The more I worked the more slick and wet his area got with saliva. This was starting to become fun for me.

I grazed his hole slightly with my tongue. It was warm. Real warm. So I decided to try that out…

I cant remember the year, but I do remember back then I had limited access to porn. Most of it was thumbnails of pictures. In a few I had seen, one guy was licking the other’s asshole. I had always been curious as to how that would work. I had wondered what it would taste like, and how it would feel. So I decided to give it a shot. Why not? This was my first time after all, and hearing him moan was getting me worked up and making me feel a little adventurous.

…I tried it, and it was FUCKING AWESOME! There I was eating a complete stranger’s ass out. I couldn’t believe it.

“Get naked!” he ordered almost immediately.

I pulled away from his hole and took my hand off his cock and balls. Shirt came off. Unzipped my shorts. They fell. Took off my socks, and brought down my boxers. I stood there naked.

“Turn around,” he said

So I did and continued to stand there naked.

He came up behind me, and started kissing my neck and down my shoulders.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” he whispered in my ear.

What happened next was a blur. One second I was standing there naked, the next I was on my back and he was pushing inside me. I don’t remember much about this part other than it hurt. I also remember that he took me in several different positions, on my stomach, chest down and ass up, on my side and doggy. I remember that he used me pretty good but how it all happened I can’t remember.

Was it the beer? Was it the fear?

The next thing I know, I’m on my back again and he is jerking off at my face.

“Open your mouth,” he managed to say with a deep sigh.

So again, I did.

He moaned loudly as he shot. The first squirt hit my bottom lip. The next, my cheek. I don’t know why I did what I did next, but I took him back in my mouth as he shot the rest of his huge load.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed and almost doubled over.

I guess he had not been expecting that. I opened my eyes and looked up into his.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “That was fucking hot!”

He finished cumming and took his dick out of my mouth, and I swallowed my first load of “boy cum.”

“I can’t believe you just did that,” he admitted a few seconds later.

“I thought you might like it?” I said a little confused. Did he really enjoy it?

“Do you wanna cum?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Uhmm sure?” I replied, a little hesitant. I had never cum in front of another person before.

He laid down beside me, immediately reaching for my balls and then straight down to my perineum and found my still tender hole. He started to rub it, and slowly inserted a finger. I started to jack off, slowly at first, still not sure that this would work out.

He then picked up the pace in which he penetrated me. My hole adjusted to his fingers and was not quite as tender. I soon found my self gripping his fingers with my hole in time with his penetrations and my dick grew rock hard in my hand.

He moved in closer, nibbled on my ear and moaned slightly for me. Rubbing his cheek against mine he said,

“Your hole is so nice and warm…so fucking wet…did you like me fucking you? Did you like my fat dick inside you?”

At this point my body went on auto-pilot because the next thing I’m cumming all over myself.

We laid there for a minute or two, my breathing slowly subsiding.

“Are you sure that was your first time?” he asked

“Yeah,” I said sheepishly.

“Man, you were pretty experienced for being a virgin,” he said. “That dirty talk really got you off, you took 3 of my fingers and you swallowed my load. And, no bottom has ever rimmed me before,” he added.

I remember that him pointing this out made me feel completely put on the spot, embarrassed and uncomfortable. I must have blushed. He took the cue and said,

“Let’s go get cleaned up.”

As we made our way to the bathroom my mind was racing and overflowing with emotional confusion…Did I really do this? Is 3 fingers a good thing? A bad thing? Was it really dirty talk that got me off? What does this mean?

About 10 minutes later we’re both clean, dressed and the bedroom we were in was back in the state we found it.

Fast forward 20 – 25 minutes or so, we’re back outside my house.

“You were fucking great,” he said.

“Thanks,” I replied.

“I had fun. I hope you did too,” he said

I remember just smiling at him and immediately looking down.

I stepped out of the car and closed the door. Turned around and walked up to my front door. I gave a glance back but he had already left. I hadn’t even heard him pull away.
I had just lost my virginity to a complete stranger

Friday, October 15, 2010

First Fuck Guest Post - Charlie

Here you go folks... "First Fuck Guest Post" from "Charlie". Please, everyone... if you read it...comment on it, good , bad, anonymously, or whatever... it is just so that "Charlie" knows that people are reading his story. Also, send me an email of your First Fuck to and I will work it in as a guest post when I can.


Here is my story. I hope you like it. It's not a bb story (but it's true.) If you publish it, please call me "Charlie". Truthfully, I wrote the story only for your pleasure, so if you don't publish it, that would be fine, too.

I had already sucked his cock three times before he fucked me. He was hispanic, younger than me, with a long, thin cock. I loved the way it felt in my mouth, and the way he held my head with both hands as he fucked my mouth. Watching his cock disappear into my mouth turned me on, and I knew one day he'd be the first to fill my ass.

When I got to his apartment, I knew something was different. He led me to his bedroom. Before, we'd only been on his couch, with straight porn playing on his tv. This time, though, he had gay porn playing on the bedroom tv. When I walked into his room, i saw the lube and rubbers on the nightstand. I got instantly hard thinking about him fucking me and popping my cherry.

We undressed and he lay on his back. "Make it hard" he said to me. I went to town on his cock like never before, and soon he was hard. "you want it up your ass, dont you?" he said. "god yes," I said. He reached over and grabbed a rubber. "Put it on me" he said. That turned me on so much, you can't believe. After I rolled the rubber onto him, he turned me onto my knees.

He started talking to me in Spanish as he lubed up and entered me. He added a grunt as he pushed all the way in. It hurt like hell, but it also felt very good. He stayed in me for about a minute moving around slowly to get me used to him. As he pulled out, it felt fantastic. When he pushed back in, it hurt, but not as much as the first time. He repeated this until he eventually got into a rhythm. Slower than I'd expected. After about 5 minutes, he pulled my head around to make me watch him slide inside. The sight of his dark brown cock disapearing into my white ass made me start leaking precum.

Then he pulled out. He told me to take the rubber off him. I did, thinking he was going to breed me. Instead, he gave me the rubber and told me to inhale. The scent of his precum and my ass sent me over the edge. He pushed me onto my belly and jerked off onto my back. The first shot hit me between the shoulder blades and the others covered my back. As I inhaled the rubber smell, I jerked my cock and came soon after. He got off the bed, threw me a towel and I cleaned myself up. "You like it?" he asked. "MMMMMMM" was all I could say.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Clutter Fuck

I was back in the Midwest for a brief couple of days. As is my practice, I usually fly into Chicago and rent a car from there to go where ever I need to be in either of the 3I states (Iowa, Illinois and Indiana).

I had finished my business in Iowa and was headed back to Chicago where I had planned to spend the night and catch an early flight back to Washington the next day.

The night before I left IA, I had chatted with a guy from Peoria IL on one of the on-line hookup sites. We had chatted on numerous occasions…nothing really special…just your usual “setup banter” with a guy whom one day you MIGHT hookup with if all of the cards fell into place. I had long since made it clear to him that when/if we ever did hookup, it would be bareback and that I would breed him. He seemed to be good with all of that … but you never really know if the guy is really down with it… or is he just saying that because he knows that it is a remote chance that we will ever meet.

Originally, I had no plans of ever meeting the guy for a couple of different reasons. One is that it would take a great deal of coordination and everything would have to fall into place to pull it off…something that rarely happens with causal on-line hookups. Second, while he was a nice looking guy, he was not my ideal type. He is 6’1”, 32”waist, very (almost pasty) white (not a bad thing), no muscle definition to speak of and moderately hairy in only a few places but a full, neatly trimmed beard. Judging from his enthusiasm during all of our chats, he clearly is turned on by body types that are the complete opposite of his own.

Most of his public on-line photos were of him at work, and it was obvious that he is either a computer or some other type of technical engineer. From our chats, it was also obvious that he is smart…borderline nerd…again… not a bad thing for me as every nerd I have ever fucked has been a world class, grade “A” fuck! What is it with nerds? Don’t want to hang out with them at all, but love to fuck the shit out of them…they can take a pounding, but they get this look on their face like they are about to cry or something…BOY HOWDY!

Anyway, when “Clutter”…I will get to why I call him that in a minute…got on line, it instantly occurred to me that I could easily change my route back to Chicago to one that would take me through Peoria. Consequently, I changed the demeanor of my chat with him. I needed to know that he was really up for a hard bare fuck before I changed all of my plans.

Me: “What time will you be home from work tomorrow?”

Clutter: “I am usually home by 5:00 why?”

Me: “I will be driving back to Chicago tomorrow for an early flight the next day. I am going to come through Peoria. I will be stopping by your place to drop a three day load in your ass at 6:00”

It took him about two minutes to send this response

Clutter: “Yes Sir. My address is …. How do you want to take me Sir”

Me: “I want you all cleaned and naked on your bed…leave your front door unlocked for me… have lube and fresh poppers by the bed”

Clutter: “Yes Sir”

Me: “This is my cell…call me if there is a problem, but I expect you to come through and not disappoint me”

Clutter: “I wont disappoint you Sir…I need this too much Sir”

Yes, I too thought that was a rather strange response but decided to not push, figuring that it would make sense later…and it did.

I arrived at Clutter’s house at 5:55. There was a car in the driveway so I knew that he was home. Everything looked good at this point. I fiddled around in the car for a couple of minutes. At 6:00 I went to the front door and it was locked! Pissed…I was about to turn and leave when I heard footsteps coming towards the door from inside the house. A second later, the lock was thrown back and the door was opened just a crack. I stood there for a moment…debating…what the fuck is this…I hate these silly fuckin games… I turned and was leaving when I heard

Clutter: “Please Sir”

I stopped…agitated

Clutter: “I just forgot to unlock the door Sir… Please Sir”

I turned, walked back to and through the doorway into what looked like the inside of one of those houses ravished by Katrina. There was books, magazines, clothes, boxes and other shit EVERYWHERE! Now you know why I call him “Clutter.”

As I stepped all the way into the house, a naked Clutter closed the door behind me. I looked at him…looked around the extremely messy house and then back to him. Clutter new what I was thinking and he had this look on his face…a Scared Little Boy look…he knew that I was about to leave again, and I think he was actually trembling when he said

Clutter: “Please…Sir…Please…don’t go”

I think I have written before about how a messy, dirty house is a complete turn-off for me…Clutter’s house clearly fell into that category…but the way he was looking at me…clearly embarrassed, vulnerable and frightened…I gave an exasperated sigh and nodded my head for him to lead the way to his bedroom.

He bedroom was cluttered also, but not quite as bad. His bed was cleared off in preparation for use, but the sheets were not fresh. I resigned myself to the fact that this was going to be a Nasty Fuck!

Once in the bedroom, Clutter instantly dropped to his knees and started to undo my pants. He soon had my fat black cock in his eager mouth. I have to give him credit…bad housekeeper, but a top notch cock sucker…no gag reflex and he can contract his throat around the cock…felt fuckin awesome!

I also have to say that at least HE was clean. He obviously just came from the shower and when I pushed his legs up to check out his hole… it too was clean as a whistle so I dove into it with my tongue. Honestly, his ass tasted great. He had douched but it must have been earlier in the day because although it was clean and smelling like soap on the outside, that slight sweaty musty smell and taste was just past the sphincter…PERFECT!

Honestly, I got lost in eating his ass for a full fifteen minutes or so. At that moment, I did not care that the house was a mess, or that I still had another three hours drive ahead of me. All I cared about was getting as much fat tongue and spit into that hole as I could. As you know from previous posts, eating good ass makes me hard as steel, and by the time I was done munching I was more than ready to fuck Clutter silly.

It was also obvious that Clutter liked having his ass eaten cause when I looked at his very respectable 7” and medium thick cock, he had been precumming so much that I thought he had shot a load…I don’t think I have ever seen anyone precum as much as him…it just kept oozing out every time he would flex his cock.

Clutter was on his back and holding his legs to his chest waiting for me to get in him. I started to reach for the lube and poppers but Clutter stopped me

Clutter: “I don’t need those Sir…I mean… I don’t want them… I want to really feel you…the pain and all”

Me: “Well you are kind of a small guy with a really small hole…it will hurt like hell”

Clutter: “I know Sir…but I want to be able to feel you long after you have gone…Please…Sir”

With that I spat on my hand and rubbed it on my rock hard cock head. I also spat a couple of times directly on Clutter’s hole before positioning the head of my cock against the center of his pucker. I then leaned forward so that my center of gravity was directly above Clutter’s chest, which raised my hips a bit, and then in one swift motion I shifted all of my weight back and thorough, driving my hips down and popping my fat black cock balls deep into Clutters hole…he screamed in pain…I pulled out, and did exactly the same thing again… he screamed again…in pain. I pulled all the way out again and let him curl up into the fetal position. As he dealt with the pain, I grabbed the bottle of lube and oiled my cock well. Clutter hesitantly let me spread his legs again and I gently lubed his hole with one, then two, then three slick fingers. By this time, he was coming back around from the pain, and he was now open. I put his legs up on my shoulders, entered him more gently this time… and proceeded to fuck him solid for about ten minutes non-stop. During this part of the fuck, Clutter looked me straight in the eyes…mouth open… grunting in time with the fuck.

I then turned him on his side a bit, and brought his right knee up to his chest and left his other leg out straight. This position allows for the deepest penetration and changed the angle at which my cock entered his hole. In this position, Clutter rested his head on his outstretched left arm, closed his eyes and just got lost in the deep fucking that I was giving him.

During one of our chats, Clutter mentioned that what he loved most was being on his belly and feeling the full weight of the top on him as his cock moves in and out of his hole. So for the big finish, I put Clutter on his belly, road up high on his ass so that my fucking was more of an up and down motion. I had my full weight on top of him…my chest to his back…my arms threaded underneath his armpits and holding on to his rists…and my mouth right behind his left ear. With each down stroke I grunted into his ear until I was finally ready to shoot

Me: “Yeah…I going to cum…I am going to cum…I am cuming in your hot little assss!”

With that I shot a full three day load deep inside him. As soon as he knew I was cuming, he clamped down on my cock so that he could feel my cock pulse with each squirt of cum deep in his bowels. The whole time I was shooting… Clutter was making this deep guttural moaning sound which was extremely hot!

When I was done shooting, but still buried deep in Clutter’s ass, he rolled me and himself over onto our left sides…raised his right leg a bit…grabbed his rock hard cock with his right hand and stroked it maybe five times before he shot a massive load of very thick and very white cum all over his already dirty bed sheets.

As soon as he was done shooting his load, he grabbed my right arm and wrapped it around him. My left was already underneath him so the effect was me holding him with my cock slowly slipping free from his wet hole. While he pulled my arm around him, he also nestled back into my chest and made me hold him tight, which was ok, but what I did not expect was the tears…I thought I was mistaken at first, but after about fifteen seconds his shoulders shook as he literally began to sob.

I had no idea what was wrong…I did not need or want to know what was wrong…I just knew enough to say nothing, and just hold him for awhile.

After holding him for about thirty minutes, he was fast asleep. As quietly as I could, I extricated myself from his hold, got dressed and left. I am sure that he woke up as I was getting out of the bed, but I figured that it was just easier for him to pretend to still be asleep with his back to me rather than try to explain his emotional breakdown.

When I arrived at the hotel in Chicago and fired up the computer, I had a long email from Clutter. I would never go into it here, but lets just say that he had been going through some loneliness and abandonment issues which turns out to be the root cause of his hoarding problem, where he simply cant throw anything away. He recently returned to therapy and is getting help.

I am certainly not a shrink, so I do not even pretend to understand it all, but at some level…after reading Clutters email and then chatting with him a couple more times I think I am beginning to understand better…It is sex…but sometimes…it is so NOT about sex at all…sometimes…it is about being raw, intimate, primal and natural with another living breathing human being who chooses to give you the MOST intimate thing one can give to another…their DNA.

>>>>>>>>>> >>>NOTE TO ALL READERS OF THIS BLOG<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

I know that there is often a long time between posts…sorry about that, but when the blog is about REAL SHIT that actually happens instead of fantasy…lets face it…does anyone have interesting, blog worthy sex encounters every day?…and even if one does, who has the time to write it all up and post it DAILY…maybe some do… not me. On the other hand…being an avid blog reader myself I know what it is like when none of your favorite bloggers have anything new to post. So…I am willing to TRY something new on a limited basis to see how it goes. Some readers of this blog take it upon themselves to reach out to me regarding some of their own experiences especially when I post something that strikes a particular sexual cord or memory for them. I have often though that some of the stuff that you guys send me would be good blog material if you had a blog of your own…but you don’t. So to try and help fill in the gaps between my own posts, I am willing to…with permission… to entertain guest post on this blog…but with some very strict rules.

1) The story has to be absolutely true… it has to happen…this is a blog about real shit…I want to keep it that way…trust me, if it sounds too out there to be true…it will never get posted here. I understand that some facts have to be changed or fabricated to protect ID…that is ok…but 98% of it has to be REAL.

2) I only want your first sexual experience stories where you either got fucked for the first time or you fucked for the first time…Again, I have to keep this manageable for me and the little time that I have for this…so for now it is limited to First Fuck Experiences…or second or third…you get the idea…early experiences…why them?… cause I think those are the hottest stories.

3) You have read this blog… it is very specific about the good stuff… the sex…very graphic and descriptive… yours needs to be the same.

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