Tim: “I am well Sir. I saw your profile up on-line, and that you are in ******”
Me: “Affirmative”
Tim: “Well, that is only a 5 hour drive for me Sir, and I am on leave until 6 September”
Me: “Very well. Meet me here at 1200 hours tomorrow. You will be with me for most of the weekend. Plan on returning home from this location around 0200 hours on Monday…understood?”
Tim: “Yes Sir. Should I bring anything specific Sir?
Me: “Affirmative, bring a few pair of white jockstraps and plain white t-shirts. Jeans, boots and white socks…Understood?”
Tim: “Yes Sir”
Me: “Tim…
Tim: “Yes Sir”
Me: “We are going to New Orleans…Decadence….do you know what that is?”
There was a brief pause, then a somewhat hesitant
Tim: “Yes Sir, I have heard about it Sir”
Me: “You are going to need to trust me again…do you think you can do that?”
Another pause…a bit longer this time
Tim: “I want to … Sir. I mean Yes Sir, do my best Sir”
Me; “Very well then”,
I saw Tim pull into the parking lot of the hotel where I had been staying. Damn, if he didn’t look good as he stepped out of his SUV. Hair still totally gray but cut close…almost a high & tight but not quite. He had a light tan from being in the sun, and his body was as tight as ever. My cock instantly began to respond. He walked over to where I stood by the open trunk of my car.
Tim: “Hello Sir”, he said with a big smile which slowly vanished as I just looked him over in response.
Without saying a word, I reached into my duffle bag and fished out a small jar of Vaseline. I then said to him
Me: “Stow your gear here and then meet me inside by the elevator on the west side of the lobby.”
Tim: “Yes Sir”
I had already checked out of the room, but I made up some lame excuse that I forgot something in the room so they gave me another key to my room. I then proceeded to the elevators where Tim stood waiting.
Tim was silent as we rode the elevator up to the 6th floor and walked down to the room I had just checked out of. Once inside the room, I told Tim to latch the door. I stepped over to the still unmade bed, and looked for the cum stain shot there by the overnight trick that I had just fucked one more time before he left about an hour ago. Finding the damp spot I made note of its proximity.
By this time Tim was standing next to me along side the dirty bed. I positioned him so that he was in front of me facing the opposite wall. From behind him, I in buttoned his jeans, and in two strong tugs had them below his knees. I then bent him over, and purposefully positioned his head in the middle of the cum stain. Rubbing his face in it, I said,
Me: “Do you know what that is… Boy?”
Through gritted teeth, Tim said
Tim: “It smells like Cum Sir?”
Me: “Correct Boy…and it is NOT my cum either?”
Hearing this, Tim tried to pull his face off the soiled sheets, but I held him there and said
Me: “Lick it!”
Tim: “No, please Sir!”
I then got down right next to his ear and said
Me: “Tim…you are either going to do what I say, when I say to do it and how I say to do it without question…or you are going to get right back in that pussy truck of yours and go home…your choice… which is it?”
After the slightest pause, Tim stuck out his tongue and began to lick the spot.
Me: “Good…keep licking”
As he licked the spot I stood up, undid my jeans and pulled out my already rock hard cock. I had indeed fucked last nights trick just an hour before, but I did not breed him…I was saving that for Timothy.
Without ceremony, I opened the jar of Vaseline, scooped a healthy amount out with two fingers and applied it liberally to my fat black cock. I then tossed the still open jar down by Tim’s face and took note of how he started to realize that he was about to be barebacked again for the first time in over a year.
Grasping his narrow hips in both hands I gave him a moment to brace himself before I began to press into him.
Me: “Relax…relax Boy…let me in”
I am sure that it was the intenseness of the situation, but his hole seemed much tighter than I remembered. To say it was a struggle getting my fat black cock in his tight white boy hole would be a heavy understatement. Clearly, Tim was fighting it.
Me: “Okay…backing out now… just relax…we will get there…”, With these words, I lessened the pressure on his hole, and with a big exhale, Tim relaxed his hole a bit. When he did, I thrust forward hard.
Tim: “AAAhhhh…IT HURTS…IT HURTS…Please Sir… It hurts so much”
In spite of Tim’s plea, I continued to press on…deeper into his hole, until I was in just beyond half way and held there until he was able to calm down and catch his breath. It is always a struggle because of my unusual girth, but this day…with Tim…after all that had happened…Tim felt like a virgin, and I was so hard that it felt like the veins running through my gorged cock were about to explode.
After a full 20 seconds of holding still, Tim had stopped complaining, and the top half of his body lay limp on the bed…head still resting on the wet spot. When I began to fuck him, I began with short rocking strokes…. Just trying to work his hole open.
After about another minute of working his hole with my cock, Tim was much more relaxed. He once again had that look of resignation on his face and he just gave in to me…do my desires…to whatever I wanted to do to him…to his body…he was all mine now.
I took him strong doggy style…his knees on the edge of the bed…chest flat on the mattress. I this position it was nothing less than a brutal fuck. I am not proud of the fact that I indeed slip over to the dark-side that I have written so much about in this blog. At first Tim would grunt with every deep stroke, but after a while…it was a continuous groan as I relentlessly assaulted his butt.
One thing I did not know about Tim…having never fucked him bare before…is that he has one of those self-lubricating holes. Usually when you use Vaseline, it gets sticky after a bit and you have to re-apply. Not with Tim! Some asses produce mucus when something is inserted over and over and over again. There was actually so much wetness in his hole and around my cock, that “ass cream was beginning to slowly slide down and coat the underside of his balls…. HOT!
The sense of getting close to shooting my load sort of brought me back from the dark-side. I did not want to breed Tim this way…too impersonal…he was not just some trick after all, so I stopped fucking him…pulled out… and flipped is rather limp body over onto his back, and re-entered him with his legs over my shoulders.
He had his eyes closed and head turned to the side.
Me: “Look at me …Tim”
With that, Tim opened his eyes and turned his head to look straight into my eyes. I did not have to say a thing…it was all communicated with the look…He understood. He reached up and grasped both of my arms by my flexed biceps and said
Tim: “Yes…Sir…Please…I have waited for it from you”
Yes… I know…that sounds SOOOO CORNY NOW! But, at the time…in that moment…it sent me right over the edge and I flooded his hole with every last drop of spunk in my balls. Man, I thought I was never going to stop shooting off in his tight little hole.
After I pulled out of him, Tim desperately wanted to excuse himself to the bathroom… I would not allow it. Instead, I made him put his clothes on…cum dripping from his ass and all. We left the room just as housekeeping arrived to clean it.
At the car I told Tim that I would drive and he should recline the seat and get some shut-eye on the three hour ride. From getting up before dawn to get to me by 1200 hours and the aggressive ass fucking Tim, understandably, looked beat.
It only took about thirty minutes to get onto the interstate that would take us to New Orleans. Not a word had be spoken between us, and for the first time I looked over at Tim. He was slightly reclined in the passenger seat, his head was turned toward me and he was staring at me. Again, a ton was communicated with just a look. I instinctively reached over and rested my hand on his left thigh. When I looked over at him again not three minutes later, Tim was sound asleep.
Much happened with Tim in New Orleans. I am not going to go into it in detail here. The above fuck/story is what I wanted to share with all of you in this blog post; however, I wont leave you totally hanging in suspense.
Tim was fucked several times by me…all bareback. Basically, I fucked him every time he moved.
Our first Decadence Fuck was that first night, in a bar. The place was packed wall-to-wall…with all those close enough to see, watching me pound Tim’s ass like there was no tomorrow…another first for Tim.
After I bred him in right there in the bar, another guy stepped up and started to put his bare cock in Tim’s ass. I think he got one or two strokes in before I made him pull out and said,
Me:” You have to put on a rubber”
Stranger: “Why, you didn’t”
Me: “That’s because that ass belongs to me”,
As soon as I said this, I felt Tim, who was still bent over with his pants around his ankles hug my left leg…tightly. The guy mumbled something but put on the condom I handed him and proceeded to fuck Tim hard for about five minutes before ripped off the rubber and shot his load all over Tim’s ass..
The final thing worth noting was that Sunday afternoon. I tied Tim blindfolded to the bed and left him there for about an hour while I went to the bar to meet a friend of mine from home (DC). My friend is an okay looking guy, but is very shy and still considerably closeted. Even when someone shows some interest, he goes home alone nine times out of ten as he is just not good at reading the signs. I laid my room key on the bar and told him to go and have a great time with what he would find in the room. He had a strange look on his face at first and then he got it
Friend: “Seriously?”
Me: “Seriously…he is clean…he is one of us so whatever happens in that room stays in that room…just don’t be all day…I will be right here when you are done”
Just over an hour later, my friend came back with a big smile on his face. He thanked me again and wanted to buy me a drink and talk about it. I declined the drink and the details. I only want to know one thing.
Me:” Is there a cummy hole waiting for me in my room”
Friend: “Sir…there is a very cummy hole waiting for you Sir… from two loads… Sir”
I returned to the room, untied Tim and removed the blindfold.
Me: “You were excellent today and I am very pleased with you…This is how it should have been in Chicago…”
Tim: “Please fuck me now Sir”
I fucked Tim slow and deliberate. Every other time I had fucked Tim that weekend, he was soft and would beat off only after I came. This time, he was rock hard the whole time I was inside of him. It was not a long fuck…maybe five minutes tops before Tim grabbed his cock and shot one of the biggest loads I have ever seen come out of one man at one time.
Hopefully, after reading this last part, you now know why I had to boar you with Tim’s “Backstory” in Part 1. As always, let me know what you think…good, bad, indifferent.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Southern Decadence 2011 Part 1
Okay…I am back…for a bit anyway…if you are happy about this, then go over to Bikeguy13’s Blog and show him some love because he got me off my ass and back into the HARD WORK of writing about my sex life in three short sentences. When your Blog Idol (Whom you very much plan on meeting and fucking silly one day soon) calls you out like a “Punk Bitch”…well, you just have to respond. Thanks Bikeguy13, I guess I needed that kick in the ass.
Also, I hate breaking stories up into parts but I just don’t have as much time to write like before, so I figure something NOW is better than waiting for the whole thing which may never be finished. Also, I know that if I start a story…I will finish it…hate leaving things unfinished.
One final note…If you have followed this blog you know that I usually only write about hookups that I will likely never get with again. Basically, I don’t write about friends or fuck buddies of mine…too personal. I have broken this rule in this story because Part 2…which is the real fuck story…does not make much sense unless you know the background which is Part 1. As Always, let me know what your thoughts either here or at blk4whtass@live.com
I have been working TDY for the last several weeks in the South. As it turns out, I am not far from New Orleans and I had been toying with the idea of giving Southern Decadence another try. I have been there twice before and each time I came away thinking…”What’s the point?” I suppose if I had a different career and it did not matter if I was seen walking down crowded streets shit-face drunk… with my dick hanging out…I would have enjoyed the event more.
Yes…there is a ton of hot guys there…mostly drunk…and very willing to be bent over and fucked hard…right there in the bar, street, ally…wherever. Yes, to a point, that is fun, but if you know me through this blog at all, you know that whomever I am fucking, I want them to be fully present and aware of what is happening to them. I am not just fucking their ass…I am fucking their mind just as much as their ass..
Wednesday, two days before Labor Day and Southern Decadence weekend. Out of the nowhere, I get an email from Tim.
Tim: Hello Sir, I hope that you are well
Me: I am fine, you?
Tim: I am well Sir. I saw your profile up on-line, and that you are in ******
Me: Affirmative
Tim: Well, that is only a 5 hour drive for me Sir, and I am on leave until 6 September.
The Back-Story of Tim:
Tim is a rather shy, good looking, closeted gay man. He is 5’ 8”, maybe 155 lbs with a very tight frame from being an avid runner. His ass...I swear…is a tight little thing that looks like it belongs on a 19 year old boy…seriously! His hair turned completely gray prematurely at 28, so he looks like a smaller version of Anderson Cooper.
I met him six years ago when I was also on TDY in the South. He found me on AOL, drove 3 hours to my hotel room one night to be royally fucked by me for a couple of hours. After which, I took him to dinner, then back to my hotel room and fucked him once more before I sent him on his 3 hour drive back home. Each time I fucked him that night it was with a condom at his insistence. He was, and still is, very afraid of contracting HIV or other STD. I complied with his demand since he did drive three hours, and had the ass of a teenager.
Not long after that first night with Tim, I told my Red headed friend in Maine about him and his awesome ass and stamina for taking big dick. Naturally, Red wanted to meet Tim. A few months later, I was scheduled to be in Chicago for a series of briefings, so I arranged for Tim and Red to join me there. For some reason, I thought the two of them would hit it off and who knows. At the very least, I figured that Red and I could tag-team Tim since we were all staying in the same room with one King sized bed.
Tim would be the last to arrive and I would already be in briefings so I informed him of this before hand and told him to introduce him self to Red, and to be nice to him. I really did not mean anything by that…at that point, I was very new to the whole world of dom/sub sexuality… nonetheless, Tim took what I had said as an order. To my surprise,
I returned to the room to find Tim Riding Red’s fat…yet covered…dick. When Tim saw me enter the room he greeted me with “Sir” and a slight nod of his head, then continued to rock forward and back on Red’s cock. Red, was too busy enjoying Tim’s quality ass to even acknowledge me. I simply told Tim to “Carry-on”, as I proceeded to stow my gear and change clothes. To be honest, I was floored by the level of Trust Tim had in me…I mean, he did not even know what Red looked like until he walked into the hotel room…and simply on my say so, he was letting this stranger fuck the hell out of him. I completely understand it now, but back then it was all very new to me and I was a little slow on the uptake. I learned later that this caused serious misunderstanding all the way around.
At dinner that night and for most of the evening, Red sort of took position of Tim…insisting on sitting next to him, and constantly touching him in some way. Tim was practically silent the whole night…basically speaking only when spoken to, which was another major clue to Tim’s submissiveness and need for me to take control of him which I had missed at the time.
At about 3:00 AM, I awake to the feel of the bed rocking. I open my eyes to see Tim staring at me with a look on his face that was a cross between absolute horror and total bliss. I quickly realize that Red is fucking Tim from behind, but that did not explain the look on Tim’s face. Clearly something was not quite right.
Fully awake now, the rocking of the bed got stronger as Red began sprinting for the finish. Tim grunted and winced as Red purposefully bottomed out in Tim’s ass with each stroke. Then Red suddenly held his cock deep in Tim’s bowels and lets out a loud and prolonged groan. Tim was again staring at me, looking like he was about to cry or something. Then…strangely…he said to me, “I am sorry Sir!” At that point, I knew! Red was Fucking Tim bareback. I instantly reached under Tim and felt Red’s bare dick as he slid out of Tim’s ass. I also felt a trail of Red’s cum spill out into the palm of my hand.
Tim sprang from the bed to the bathroom where he proceeded to douche himself several times.
I was pissed at Red for taking Tim’s bareback cherry.
Strangely enough, and much to Tim’s dismay, I would not touch him sexually that whole weekend. Red, however, continued to fuck Tim like a cheap whore all weekend long. I learned later that that really fucked with Tim’s head. He went away from the weekend thinking that I brought him there only to be a cum-dump for my friend…which he was over and over again. He did it because that is what he thought I wanted, but evidently being a whore made him too dirty for me to fuck …which is all that he (Tim) really wanted.
In contrast, I was thinking something quite different. Although I really did not fully understand it like I do now, deep down I DID know why Tim let Red fuck him raw and breed him. Like I said, I was pissed At Red…not Tim…because Red figured it all out before I did…Red knew that Tim was there to please me…that Tim would do just about anything to please me…including letting a guy whom he barely knew fill his butt with cum. Red, clearly exploited the situation to his advantage.
I was confused… I was pissed… but I was also very turned on! Some of the fucking that Tim endured that weekend was down right brutal. After the first couple of fucks, Red did not even bother with lube…there was enough cum in Tim’s hole that Red could get balls deep with just a little spit.
Red has unusual stamina as a rule, but that weekend I am pretty sure he had medical help (he is an MD) to stay rock hard and cum nearly every time he fucked Tim. Me…I just sat in a chair and watching and jacking off. Tim would make a point of staring at me every time Red assaulted his ass with his fat Red cock. His stares went from confusion, to anger to simple resignation. I also learned later that Tim actually enjoyed the initial fucking from Red…even the first bareback…until it was clear that I would have nothing to do with him sexually. At that point, Tim hated each time Red reached for him.
After that weekend, I did not hear from Tim for nearly a year. When I did hear from him again it was an email exchange:
Tim: “Sir”
Me: “Hello Tim, how are you?”
Tim: “Fine Sir, but I need your help to understand something”
Me: “Proceed”
Tim: “Why did you give me to him, and why did you punish me by ignoring me all weekend?”
Me: “I did not give you to him…I mean, I know that is what it seems like…especially to you…but that was never my intent”
Tim: “Then why did you not even touch me after he fucked me?”
Me: “I could give you a bunch of bullshit excuses, but I wont disrespect you like that…the truth is…I don’t know! That weekend was nothing like I expected and I was caught off guard a bit. I will also tell you that I was a little pissed that I was not the first to breed you…and before you get all worked up…I know that was my fault. I know why you let Red fuck you bare and breed your ass. I know that everything you did that weekend was to prove your self to me”
Tim: “Thank you Sir…you have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that…how much it helps me to understand and accept what happened that weekend”
I won’t bore you the full email conversation, but will tell you that after that weekend, Tim went back to Safe Only Sex.
We have stayed in touch sporadically. Always saying that we should make plans to hookup again, but never have until….
End Part 1
Also, I hate breaking stories up into parts but I just don’t have as much time to write like before, so I figure something NOW is better than waiting for the whole thing which may never be finished. Also, I know that if I start a story…I will finish it…hate leaving things unfinished.
One final note…If you have followed this blog you know that I usually only write about hookups that I will likely never get with again. Basically, I don’t write about friends or fuck buddies of mine…too personal. I have broken this rule in this story because Part 2…which is the real fuck story…does not make much sense unless you know the background which is Part 1. As Always, let me know what your thoughts either here or at blk4whtass@live.com
I have been working TDY for the last several weeks in the South. As it turns out, I am not far from New Orleans and I had been toying with the idea of giving Southern Decadence another try. I have been there twice before and each time I came away thinking…”What’s the point?” I suppose if I had a different career and it did not matter if I was seen walking down crowded streets shit-face drunk… with my dick hanging out…I would have enjoyed the event more.
Yes…there is a ton of hot guys there…mostly drunk…and very willing to be bent over and fucked hard…right there in the bar, street, ally…wherever. Yes, to a point, that is fun, but if you know me through this blog at all, you know that whomever I am fucking, I want them to be fully present and aware of what is happening to them. I am not just fucking their ass…I am fucking their mind just as much as their ass..
Wednesday, two days before Labor Day and Southern Decadence weekend. Out of the nowhere, I get an email from Tim.
Tim: Hello Sir, I hope that you are well
Me: I am fine, you?
Tim: I am well Sir. I saw your profile up on-line, and that you are in ******
Me: Affirmative
Tim: Well, that is only a 5 hour drive for me Sir, and I am on leave until 6 September.
The Back-Story of Tim:
Tim is a rather shy, good looking, closeted gay man. He is 5’ 8”, maybe 155 lbs with a very tight frame from being an avid runner. His ass...I swear…is a tight little thing that looks like it belongs on a 19 year old boy…seriously! His hair turned completely gray prematurely at 28, so he looks like a smaller version of Anderson Cooper.
I met him six years ago when I was also on TDY in the South. He found me on AOL, drove 3 hours to my hotel room one night to be royally fucked by me for a couple of hours. After which, I took him to dinner, then back to my hotel room and fucked him once more before I sent him on his 3 hour drive back home. Each time I fucked him that night it was with a condom at his insistence. He was, and still is, very afraid of contracting HIV or other STD. I complied with his demand since he did drive three hours, and had the ass of a teenager.
Not long after that first night with Tim, I told my Red headed friend in Maine about him and his awesome ass and stamina for taking big dick. Naturally, Red wanted to meet Tim. A few months later, I was scheduled to be in Chicago for a series of briefings, so I arranged for Tim and Red to join me there. For some reason, I thought the two of them would hit it off and who knows. At the very least, I figured that Red and I could tag-team Tim since we were all staying in the same room with one King sized bed.
Tim would be the last to arrive and I would already be in briefings so I informed him of this before hand and told him to introduce him self to Red, and to be nice to him. I really did not mean anything by that…at that point, I was very new to the whole world of dom/sub sexuality… nonetheless, Tim took what I had said as an order. To my surprise,
I returned to the room to find Tim Riding Red’s fat…yet covered…dick. When Tim saw me enter the room he greeted me with “Sir” and a slight nod of his head, then continued to rock forward and back on Red’s cock. Red, was too busy enjoying Tim’s quality ass to even acknowledge me. I simply told Tim to “Carry-on”, as I proceeded to stow my gear and change clothes. To be honest, I was floored by the level of Trust Tim had in me…I mean, he did not even know what Red looked like until he walked into the hotel room…and simply on my say so, he was letting this stranger fuck the hell out of him. I completely understand it now, but back then it was all very new to me and I was a little slow on the uptake. I learned later that this caused serious misunderstanding all the way around.
At dinner that night and for most of the evening, Red sort of took position of Tim…insisting on sitting next to him, and constantly touching him in some way. Tim was practically silent the whole night…basically speaking only when spoken to, which was another major clue to Tim’s submissiveness and need for me to take control of him which I had missed at the time.
At about 3:00 AM, I awake to the feel of the bed rocking. I open my eyes to see Tim staring at me with a look on his face that was a cross between absolute horror and total bliss. I quickly realize that Red is fucking Tim from behind, but that did not explain the look on Tim’s face. Clearly something was not quite right.
Fully awake now, the rocking of the bed got stronger as Red began sprinting for the finish. Tim grunted and winced as Red purposefully bottomed out in Tim’s ass with each stroke. Then Red suddenly held his cock deep in Tim’s bowels and lets out a loud and prolonged groan. Tim was again staring at me, looking like he was about to cry or something. Then…strangely…he said to me, “I am sorry Sir!” At that point, I knew! Red was Fucking Tim bareback. I instantly reached under Tim and felt Red’s bare dick as he slid out of Tim’s ass. I also felt a trail of Red’s cum spill out into the palm of my hand.
Tim sprang from the bed to the bathroom where he proceeded to douche himself several times.
I was pissed at Red for taking Tim’s bareback cherry.
Strangely enough, and much to Tim’s dismay, I would not touch him sexually that whole weekend. Red, however, continued to fuck Tim like a cheap whore all weekend long. I learned later that that really fucked with Tim’s head. He went away from the weekend thinking that I brought him there only to be a cum-dump for my friend…which he was over and over again. He did it because that is what he thought I wanted, but evidently being a whore made him too dirty for me to fuck …which is all that he (Tim) really wanted.
In contrast, I was thinking something quite different. Although I really did not fully understand it like I do now, deep down I DID know why Tim let Red fuck him raw and breed him. Like I said, I was pissed At Red…not Tim…because Red figured it all out before I did…Red knew that Tim was there to please me…that Tim would do just about anything to please me…including letting a guy whom he barely knew fill his butt with cum. Red, clearly exploited the situation to his advantage.
I was confused… I was pissed… but I was also very turned on! Some of the fucking that Tim endured that weekend was down right brutal. After the first couple of fucks, Red did not even bother with lube…there was enough cum in Tim’s hole that Red could get balls deep with just a little spit.
Red has unusual stamina as a rule, but that weekend I am pretty sure he had medical help (he is an MD) to stay rock hard and cum nearly every time he fucked Tim. Me…I just sat in a chair and watching and jacking off. Tim would make a point of staring at me every time Red assaulted his ass with his fat Red cock. His stares went from confusion, to anger to simple resignation. I also learned later that Tim actually enjoyed the initial fucking from Red…even the first bareback…until it was clear that I would have nothing to do with him sexually. At that point, Tim hated each time Red reached for him.
After that weekend, I did not hear from Tim for nearly a year. When I did hear from him again it was an email exchange:
Tim: “Sir”
Me: “Hello Tim, how are you?”
Tim: “Fine Sir, but I need your help to understand something”
Me: “Proceed”
Tim: “Why did you give me to him, and why did you punish me by ignoring me all weekend?”
Me: “I did not give you to him…I mean, I know that is what it seems like…especially to you…but that was never my intent”
Tim: “Then why did you not even touch me after he fucked me?”
Me: “I could give you a bunch of bullshit excuses, but I wont disrespect you like that…the truth is…I don’t know! That weekend was nothing like I expected and I was caught off guard a bit. I will also tell you that I was a little pissed that I was not the first to breed you…and before you get all worked up…I know that was my fault. I know why you let Red fuck you bare and breed your ass. I know that everything you did that weekend was to prove your self to me”
Tim: “Thank you Sir…you have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that…how much it helps me to understand and accept what happened that weekend”
I won’t bore you the full email conversation, but will tell you that after that weekend, Tim went back to Safe Only Sex.
We have stayed in touch sporadically. Always saying that we should make plans to hookup again, but never have until….
End Part 1
Thursday, April 7, 2011
First Bareback Fuck Guest Post: Bob
Hey Guy,
I love reading your blog...your writing style gets me going every time. So, I decided I would take shot at writing about the first time I got fucked. It was completely unexpected and at times, pretty violent. The fuck definitely went well beyond what I thought would happen when the night started out.
This happened when I was 18 years old -- a freshman at college and living away from home for the first time in my life. Let me describe myself -- I'm 6ft tall, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and pretty athletic build. I have lived in a California beach community my whole life and grew up spending a lot of time at the beach surfing and playing volleyball. But my big sport is tennis and I actually went to college on a tennis scholarship. So one thing that tennis does for your body is build up your legs and most importantly -- your ass. I have a big muscular bubble butt that to this day -- guys I'm with can't resist the temptation to dive into with their tongue and ultimately, their cocks.
So when I went away to school, I was still a virgin. I knew I was attracted to guys, but never really had the opportunity to do anything with any of my guy friends -- plus I always had a girlfriend in highschool, but the sex with girls never went beyond kissing and maybe 2nd base. My girlfriend was hot, but not really interested in sex so it worked well for me as a cover. So going away to college opened up the door to new experiences and gave me new freedom away from old friends and family. My first experience in college sort of happened by accident. I was a tennis player and on weekends sometime, I would play at the courts in a local park. When I went to the restroom there the first time, I noticed a lot of graffitti and also the gloryholes in the stalls and you could smell the sex in that restroom. The smell of dried cum and piss and stale tobacco smoke was overwhelming and gave my cock a stir. There was no one in there when I went in there and I needed to use the stall. I was doing my business when I heard someone come into the stall next to me and all of sudden I see an eyeball checking me out thru the gloryhole. It was sort of shocking at first, but then the guy starting talking to me -- he could tell I was taking a shit, but he was into that and was telling me all kinds of nasty shit that he wanted to do with my hole while I took a dump on him....etc...frankly, this freaked me out. REALLY, not my thing. So I got the fuck out of there and went back to my buddies and finsihed the game. But, I did take note of the glory hole and the writing on the walls that promised of blow jobs. But what got me even more excited, was the smell of cum and the signs of squirted loads on the walls of the stall and floor etc. I knew I would check it out again.
In the middle of the week, I was feeling really horny and needed to jack off. My roomate was never out of the room when I was there so I had no privacy to get it done and needed to find a place. I remembered the park toilet and immediately decided to head over there. It was about dinner time and already dark outside and I thought I would be able to be alone in that restroom to jack off and read the graffitti. But as it turned out, that was a pretty busy time in that toilet -- with the afterwork married straight "Dad" types getting some action on the way home from work. When I went in there were guys at the urinals and both stalls were occupied -- DAMN! I was pissed and so very horned up. The guys at the urinals turned to look at me and I could tell I was the big prize that just walked in -- I didn't know what to do. Should I wait for a stall to open up and just go up to the urinal and take a piss? I decided it was too crowded to jack off, so I went up to the urinals to take a piss. There was a row of 4 urinals but no privacy screens or anything like that. As I pulled out my dick, I was a little concerned that I was getting hard and the guys might notice it. I glanced down to check out my own cock and looked to the sides too and the guy to my left had a very obvious hard on and he was stroking it. OK! Things were looking interesting! He was checking me out too and as I fished out my balls, I felt his hand grab the head of my cock -- fuck! Before I could really react, he was on his knees with my cock jammed into the back of his throat giving me head for the first time in my life. Oh fuck, this was not going to take long! The other guy at the urinal was jacking off watching the cocksucker work my cock. By the way, I have a pretty nice dick...about 7 inches...but really thick and big balls. I love playing with my balls. This cocksucker was frantic -- he was sucking my cock like he was on a mission. And seriously, in about a minute -- I was blasting the back of his throat with what felt like was the biggest load I have ever shot. He drank every drop and kept sucking me, but softer -- trying to bring me down from my orgasm. It was intense. Then I got really nervous and embarrassed -- don't ask why -- just the crazy thoughts came flooding into my brain as blood started flowing back from my dick to my brain. Anyway, I rushed out of there and needed to process what had just happened. I ran out of there and stopped at a park bench about 50 feet from the restrooms that was in the dark. But the area around the john was lit up and I wanted to get a better look at the guys that were in there when they came out. The first guy that come out was the guy jacking off -- he saw me and came towards me. I sat there frozen, not really knowing what to do -- but interested to see what would happen. He sat on the bench next to me and I got a better look at him. I realized he was probably older than my father -- but nice looking, probably about 50 or so and in decent shape. He kept calling me "son" and telling me he thought I was hot and he wanted a chance to work on my cock -- blah blah blah. I wasn't really interested. I think he figured that out, but he did tell me that the park is a pretty wild place late at night and lots of stuff happens here. He pointed out some trails and said on the weekends, late at night -- it can get really busy and can be a lot of fun. He told me a lot of college boys come to play in the park late at night. I knew I was coming back to check that out.
The following Saturday night I went to a fraternity party -- I was thinking about joining a frat and my roomate wanted to check out the party at this fraternity that was pretty well known as the "jock" fraternity. My roomate was at the school on a wrestling scholarship -- he was athletic, but born again Christian and we really didn't have much in common and I wasn't really attracted to him -- he has a nice body, but his personality was a big turn off for me. We went to the party and when it was apparent that there was a lot of beer drinking and obviously going to get pretty wild -- my roomate got very uncomfortable and wanted to leave right away. I talked him into staying a while, but he wanted out. We stayed long enough that I saw many guys that I wanted to see naked and thusly, was horned up -- but not long enough that anything really interesting happen other than sneeking a beer and shot of tequila without my roomate catching on. My roomate wanted to leave...and he was not going to be put off anymore. He drove us and it was a long hike back to our dorm on campus, so I decided to leave with him. We got back to our room and he starting trying to talk me into going to "sunrise" church service with him in the morning. I'm not into it, but I'm a little bit relaxed from the tequila, so I'm not really objecting either. He decided to take a shower that night so he wouldn't have to in the morning and for the first time, strips naked in front of me. Damn...this boy is built in every way. I knew he had a nice torso, very cut and big meaty pecs and a 6 pack of abs, well on his way to an 8 pack! But what I hadn't seen before was this boys corn fed big beautiful cock that had to be at least 8 inches and very thick and he was soft. Fuck! And that ass...meaty and muscular...very hot man! I was getting totally horned up and thinking about jacking off while he took a shower, but then I remembered the park. It was a nice and relatively warm night for the Fall, so threw on some running shorts and a t-shirt and my running shoes. I stopped in the shower room to tell my roomate I was going for a run -- when I opened the door -- he was standing there in all his glory -- just stepping into the shower -- and I told him I was going for a run. His cock looked even bigger and almost hard -- I'm pretty sure he just quickly rubbed out a load before he jumped into the shower. That made me even hotter -- I decided to run my ass to the park.
It was about a 2 mile run to the park -- enough to make me sweaty and pumped, but not long enough to zap the energy out of me. I noticed quite a few cars parked in the parking lot closest to the trails. I headed straight to the area that I was told about -- and then sort of took a break on the bench to scope out the activity before I jumped into it. I was definitely still very nervous about it -- at this point, my total sexual experience with another man amounted to one quick blow job. While I was scoping things out, I noticed a guy that headed up one of the trails -- he was about 40 I would say...slightly over 6 ft, well built in a natural way -- probably from physical labor and not from a gym. He had a bit of a beer belly and a full beard. Up to that point, I would not have said that I was into that type of man, but something about this bearish guy made me really hot so I decided to follow him up the trails. It didn't take long for the man to notice he was being stalked by me. He took a turn and went into a little clearing behind some rocks and bravely, I followed him in there. He was standing there, stroking his bulge through his jeans and looked sort of hungry by licking his lips. I responded by stroking my bulge and that was all the invitation he needed to come over to me and take over stroking my cock. I reached out and touched his bulge -- the first time I had ever touched another man's cock -- and I felt an electricity go through me that I new I was meant to be a dedicated cock hound. We both whipped out our cocks for the first time -- I was still new to this and didn't know the difference of a top or bottom or really what to do -- I was just going with the flow. We were both hard and he had a nice dick -- about 6 inches and above average thickness -- and a very hairy bush. Turns out this guy was a total bear -- he opened his shirt and shit this guy was one furry fucker. It made me hot. I'm very smooth naturally, so exloring his hairy chest was really exciting to me. We were jacking each other off and playing with each others nipples when he pushed me to my knees. OK, I wanted to suck him...I wanted to taste his cum, but I was nervous because I didn't want this guy to figure out I didn't know what I was doing. He pushed his cock into my mouth quickly and sort of grabbed the back of my head to skull fuck me. That was a bit aggressive for me at that point and I gagged and I think accidently my teeth got in the way. Anyway, he quickly figured out I didn't know what I was doing so he pulled me up from my knees and he went to his knees to work on my cock. This man knew what he was doing and I needed to take lessons from him. He paid a lot of attention to my balls and I felt like he wanted to swallow me up whole. I was completely lost in this man's oral skill when I felt another pair of hands on my ass and someones warm breath on my neck. Startled, I looked behind me and saw the man that belonged to the hands on my ass. Wow, he was tall...maybe 6'4" or 6'5", built like a football player, medium toned black man. He was younger than the guy blowing me, but I would say he was in his late 20's or maybe 30. He starting whispering in my ear that he loved my ass and he was describing it in details as he felt it up and admired it. He slipped a finger into my crack and started to play with my hole, but didn't push through or anything....just gently playing with it. The cocksucker was still at work on my cock and he seemed to like the fact that we had company -- he was stroking his cock pretty hard at this point and still sucking me like a pro. My new friend, got down on his knees behind my ass and starting licking it. What the fuck??! The idea of rimming my ass was totally mind blowing to me -- I had no idea it was going to feel that good. This man was hot to eat my ass and he was getting his tongue up inside me and loving it. I was loving it. My cocksucker was loving it. I couldn't take much more of this -- I'm 18 years old at this point -- extremely horny and haven't blown a load for a few days. It didn't take long before I was shooting a big load of cum down my cocksuckers throat. He loved it and swallowed every drop and then stood up and jacked his cock and shot his load all over my cock and t-shirt -- he was a bigger shooter than me and I loved the smell of it. My cocksucker pulled up his jeans and thanked me and headed out. My new friend was still eating my ass at this point, but I figured we should wrap things up at this point -- I mean what was the point? I just came and he knew that.
I started to pull away and pull up my shorts. He quickly jumped up and came into give me a hug and that same time he wrapped his arms around me, he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He whispered in my ear that I couldn't leave without giving him the chance to get off. I sort of hmmmed and hawwwed about it, getting a little nervous about what he wanted to do to me, when he offered to go take a break and smoke a joint with him. That sounded great -- I hadn't smoked any pot since I was away in college and the idea of getting high sounded great to me. We climbed up on top of the rocks to take a seat and enjoy the moon light and smoke. It was some pretty strong stuff -- this dude had some great grass so I definitely wanted to keep things friendly so I could score some pot from him when I had the cash. Anyway, we made a bunch of small talk and finally he asked me if I was ready for him to get off -- I said sure and we jumped down off the rocks and starting kissing. God, this guy could kiss like I was chicken he was trying to suck off the bone. He started playing with my ass again and pulling my cheeks apart while reaching around and fingering my hole. Before I could react, he turned me around and pushed me over on the waist and starting spreading my cheeks and diving into my ass with his tongue. God this guy was good. I was so relaxed from the weed and what this guy was doing felt incredible -- I didn't want it to stop. I was already hard again and dripping precum like a faucet. Enough to use as lube to jack myself while he worked on my hole. I still hadn't seen his cock or felt it. He was sort of careful in keeping me from seeing it I think. He stood up and pulled a bottle of poppers from his pocket and told me to take a big whiff. I hadn't had them before, but for some reason I trusted this guy. Anyway, he took a big whiff too so I thought nothing bad would happen. As I started to feel the poppers take affect, I suddenly had this searing pain in my ass as he ripped into my hole in one deep plunge of his cock. One long thrust and I thought I was going to die. Fucker hurt bad and I screamed out -- but he stayed inside me and reached around and pinched my nipples. Fuck. Hurt. But, it started to go away and he gently started stroking in and out of my ass with his big ass dick. At that point, I had no idea how big it was, but it felt like a fucking baseball bat to me. Well, my scream apparently drew some attention and pretty soon I was aware we had a small crowd watching us -- by crowd, I mean 3 other guys, including the original cocksucker. I don't know why -- but having the cocksucker there, made me feel like I had a friend there and nothing bad would happen.
So the fuck continued on for maybe 15-20 minutes...he was pounding my ass and about every 5 minutes was giving me another big hit of poppers. Fuck. I felt completely fucked. This guy was fucking the life out of me and I was worried that I would need medical treatment when he was finished. But, it felt fucking great too. The pain...became pleasure. I could tell he was gettng close -- the speed picked up and the urgency in his hip action and grunts were very familiar -- I knew he was going to cum. He shot his load straight up my ass...breeding me like I was his bitch. Telling my my pussy was going to fill up with his cum. That kind of talk really turned me on -- I liked being his pussy. When he came down from his orgasm, he slowly pulled his cock from my ass and came around to me and told me to clean off his cock and shoved it in my mouth. Fuck. Big fucking dick. Had to be 9 or more inches...thick...and covered in his cum and my ass juices. When I was busy cleaning his cock, my original cocksucker with the beard got down behind me and started eating my ass out -- this guy was trying to eat the cum of the big guy directly from my freshly fucked hole. Again, mind blowing -- but damn it felt good. The inside of my ass was so sensitive and tender from the fucking -- and the tongue action felt incredible. What I hadn't been prepared for was cock number 2 up my ass. I didn't get a good look at him -- I couldn't even give you his age or race -- but he had a nice sized dick and was fucking my ass like he was trying to make a baby. I finished cleaning up my guys cock and he pulled it out and gently stroked my face and then left (without giving me his number -- there walked away my connection to some great weed). Wow...I'm still getting fucked...I don't have poppers anymore, but it's still feeling pretty fucking good and I'm into it. So when he left, the other guy comes around and feeds me his cock. Nothing too exciting about it -- it was average in everyway the dude connected to it reminded me of my father. Late 40's, maybe 50 -- gray hair. Sort of out of shape former jock. He lasted only about 2 minutes before he shot his load straight into my mouth. Another first for me. I loved it. I mean I really loved it. Feeling that shot hit the back of my throat -- I loved it. I knew I was going to love being a slut to be used by men. Well, it wasn't long before I was taking my 2nd load in my ass and my original cocksucker was again at my hole feeding on the cum dripping from my hole. I never felt better. Totally used and drained.
After he was satisfied that he got every drop, he pulled up my shorts and gently slapped my ass. I was sort of in shock and I was not in a talkative mood. He told me the other guys had all left and asked me if I was ok. I told him yes, but I was sort of upset that I didn't get the black guys number because he has some great weed. He told that the guy comes around almost every weekend and I could run into him again. With that, my cocksucker left and said he hoped he would run into me again. The next weekend, I did run into my weed friend and he hooked me up -- actually he hooked me up everytime I needed some weed while I was away at school -- as long as he got to tap my ass.
Well, that sums it up -- I hope you enjoy it -- this happed about 25 years ago -- and I still jack off thinking about it.
Take care,
I love reading your blog...your writing style gets me going every time. So, I decided I would take shot at writing about the first time I got fucked. It was completely unexpected and at times, pretty violent. The fuck definitely went well beyond what I thought would happen when the night started out.
This happened when I was 18 years old -- a freshman at college and living away from home for the first time in my life. Let me describe myself -- I'm 6ft tall, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and pretty athletic build. I have lived in a California beach community my whole life and grew up spending a lot of time at the beach surfing and playing volleyball. But my big sport is tennis and I actually went to college on a tennis scholarship. So one thing that tennis does for your body is build up your legs and most importantly -- your ass. I have a big muscular bubble butt that to this day -- guys I'm with can't resist the temptation to dive into with their tongue and ultimately, their cocks.
So when I went away to school, I was still a virgin. I knew I was attracted to guys, but never really had the opportunity to do anything with any of my guy friends -- plus I always had a girlfriend in highschool, but the sex with girls never went beyond kissing and maybe 2nd base. My girlfriend was hot, but not really interested in sex so it worked well for me as a cover. So going away to college opened up the door to new experiences and gave me new freedom away from old friends and family. My first experience in college sort of happened by accident. I was a tennis player and on weekends sometime, I would play at the courts in a local park. When I went to the restroom there the first time, I noticed a lot of graffitti and also the gloryholes in the stalls and you could smell the sex in that restroom. The smell of dried cum and piss and stale tobacco smoke was overwhelming and gave my cock a stir. There was no one in there when I went in there and I needed to use the stall. I was doing my business when I heard someone come into the stall next to me and all of sudden I see an eyeball checking me out thru the gloryhole. It was sort of shocking at first, but then the guy starting talking to me -- he could tell I was taking a shit, but he was into that and was telling me all kinds of nasty shit that he wanted to do with my hole while I took a dump on him....etc...frankly, this freaked me out. REALLY, not my thing. So I got the fuck out of there and went back to my buddies and finsihed the game. But, I did take note of the glory hole and the writing on the walls that promised of blow jobs. But what got me even more excited, was the smell of cum and the signs of squirted loads on the walls of the stall and floor etc. I knew I would check it out again.
In the middle of the week, I was feeling really horny and needed to jack off. My roomate was never out of the room when I was there so I had no privacy to get it done and needed to find a place. I remembered the park toilet and immediately decided to head over there. It was about dinner time and already dark outside and I thought I would be able to be alone in that restroom to jack off and read the graffitti. But as it turned out, that was a pretty busy time in that toilet -- with the afterwork married straight "Dad" types getting some action on the way home from work. When I went in there were guys at the urinals and both stalls were occupied -- DAMN! I was pissed and so very horned up. The guys at the urinals turned to look at me and I could tell I was the big prize that just walked in -- I didn't know what to do. Should I wait for a stall to open up and just go up to the urinal and take a piss? I decided it was too crowded to jack off, so I went up to the urinals to take a piss. There was a row of 4 urinals but no privacy screens or anything like that. As I pulled out my dick, I was a little concerned that I was getting hard and the guys might notice it. I glanced down to check out my own cock and looked to the sides too and the guy to my left had a very obvious hard on and he was stroking it. OK! Things were looking interesting! He was checking me out too and as I fished out my balls, I felt his hand grab the head of my cock -- fuck! Before I could really react, he was on his knees with my cock jammed into the back of his throat giving me head for the first time in my life. Oh fuck, this was not going to take long! The other guy at the urinal was jacking off watching the cocksucker work my cock. By the way, I have a pretty nice dick...about 7 inches...but really thick and big balls. I love playing with my balls. This cocksucker was frantic -- he was sucking my cock like he was on a mission. And seriously, in about a minute -- I was blasting the back of his throat with what felt like was the biggest load I have ever shot. He drank every drop and kept sucking me, but softer -- trying to bring me down from my orgasm. It was intense. Then I got really nervous and embarrassed -- don't ask why -- just the crazy thoughts came flooding into my brain as blood started flowing back from my dick to my brain. Anyway, I rushed out of there and needed to process what had just happened. I ran out of there and stopped at a park bench about 50 feet from the restrooms that was in the dark. But the area around the john was lit up and I wanted to get a better look at the guys that were in there when they came out. The first guy that come out was the guy jacking off -- he saw me and came towards me. I sat there frozen, not really knowing what to do -- but interested to see what would happen. He sat on the bench next to me and I got a better look at him. I realized he was probably older than my father -- but nice looking, probably about 50 or so and in decent shape. He kept calling me "son" and telling me he thought I was hot and he wanted a chance to work on my cock -- blah blah blah. I wasn't really interested. I think he figured that out, but he did tell me that the park is a pretty wild place late at night and lots of stuff happens here. He pointed out some trails and said on the weekends, late at night -- it can get really busy and can be a lot of fun. He told me a lot of college boys come to play in the park late at night. I knew I was coming back to check that out.
The following Saturday night I went to a fraternity party -- I was thinking about joining a frat and my roomate wanted to check out the party at this fraternity that was pretty well known as the "jock" fraternity. My roomate was at the school on a wrestling scholarship -- he was athletic, but born again Christian and we really didn't have much in common and I wasn't really attracted to him -- he has a nice body, but his personality was a big turn off for me. We went to the party and when it was apparent that there was a lot of beer drinking and obviously going to get pretty wild -- my roomate got very uncomfortable and wanted to leave right away. I talked him into staying a while, but he wanted out. We stayed long enough that I saw many guys that I wanted to see naked and thusly, was horned up -- but not long enough that anything really interesting happen other than sneeking a beer and shot of tequila without my roomate catching on. My roomate wanted to leave...and he was not going to be put off anymore. He drove us and it was a long hike back to our dorm on campus, so I decided to leave with him. We got back to our room and he starting trying to talk me into going to "sunrise" church service with him in the morning. I'm not into it, but I'm a little bit relaxed from the tequila, so I'm not really objecting either. He decided to take a shower that night so he wouldn't have to in the morning and for the first time, strips naked in front of me. Damn...this boy is built in every way. I knew he had a nice torso, very cut and big meaty pecs and a 6 pack of abs, well on his way to an 8 pack! But what I hadn't seen before was this boys corn fed big beautiful cock that had to be at least 8 inches and very thick and he was soft. Fuck! And that ass...meaty and muscular...very hot man! I was getting totally horned up and thinking about jacking off while he took a shower, but then I remembered the park. It was a nice and relatively warm night for the Fall, so threw on some running shorts and a t-shirt and my running shoes. I stopped in the shower room to tell my roomate I was going for a run -- when I opened the door -- he was standing there in all his glory -- just stepping into the shower -- and I told him I was going for a run. His cock looked even bigger and almost hard -- I'm pretty sure he just quickly rubbed out a load before he jumped into the shower. That made me even hotter -- I decided to run my ass to the park.
It was about a 2 mile run to the park -- enough to make me sweaty and pumped, but not long enough to zap the energy out of me. I noticed quite a few cars parked in the parking lot closest to the trails. I headed straight to the area that I was told about -- and then sort of took a break on the bench to scope out the activity before I jumped into it. I was definitely still very nervous about it -- at this point, my total sexual experience with another man amounted to one quick blow job. While I was scoping things out, I noticed a guy that headed up one of the trails -- he was about 40 I would say...slightly over 6 ft, well built in a natural way -- probably from physical labor and not from a gym. He had a bit of a beer belly and a full beard. Up to that point, I would not have said that I was into that type of man, but something about this bearish guy made me really hot so I decided to follow him up the trails. It didn't take long for the man to notice he was being stalked by me. He took a turn and went into a little clearing behind some rocks and bravely, I followed him in there. He was standing there, stroking his bulge through his jeans and looked sort of hungry by licking his lips. I responded by stroking my bulge and that was all the invitation he needed to come over to me and take over stroking my cock. I reached out and touched his bulge -- the first time I had ever touched another man's cock -- and I felt an electricity go through me that I new I was meant to be a dedicated cock hound. We both whipped out our cocks for the first time -- I was still new to this and didn't know the difference of a top or bottom or really what to do -- I was just going with the flow. We were both hard and he had a nice dick -- about 6 inches and above average thickness -- and a very hairy bush. Turns out this guy was a total bear -- he opened his shirt and shit this guy was one furry fucker. It made me hot. I'm very smooth naturally, so exloring his hairy chest was really exciting to me. We were jacking each other off and playing with each others nipples when he pushed me to my knees. OK, I wanted to suck him...I wanted to taste his cum, but I was nervous because I didn't want this guy to figure out I didn't know what I was doing. He pushed his cock into my mouth quickly and sort of grabbed the back of my head to skull fuck me. That was a bit aggressive for me at that point and I gagged and I think accidently my teeth got in the way. Anyway, he quickly figured out I didn't know what I was doing so he pulled me up from my knees and he went to his knees to work on my cock. This man knew what he was doing and I needed to take lessons from him. He paid a lot of attention to my balls and I felt like he wanted to swallow me up whole. I was completely lost in this man's oral skill when I felt another pair of hands on my ass and someones warm breath on my neck. Startled, I looked behind me and saw the man that belonged to the hands on my ass. Wow, he was tall...maybe 6'4" or 6'5", built like a football player, medium toned black man. He was younger than the guy blowing me, but I would say he was in his late 20's or maybe 30. He starting whispering in my ear that he loved my ass and he was describing it in details as he felt it up and admired it. He slipped a finger into my crack and started to play with my hole, but didn't push through or anything....just gently playing with it. The cocksucker was still at work on my cock and he seemed to like the fact that we had company -- he was stroking his cock pretty hard at this point and still sucking me like a pro. My new friend, got down on his knees behind my ass and starting licking it. What the fuck??! The idea of rimming my ass was totally mind blowing to me -- I had no idea it was going to feel that good. This man was hot to eat my ass and he was getting his tongue up inside me and loving it. I was loving it. My cocksucker was loving it. I couldn't take much more of this -- I'm 18 years old at this point -- extremely horny and haven't blown a load for a few days. It didn't take long before I was shooting a big load of cum down my cocksuckers throat. He loved it and swallowed every drop and then stood up and jacked his cock and shot his load all over my cock and t-shirt -- he was a bigger shooter than me and I loved the smell of it. My cocksucker pulled up his jeans and thanked me and headed out. My new friend was still eating my ass at this point, but I figured we should wrap things up at this point -- I mean what was the point? I just came and he knew that.
I started to pull away and pull up my shorts. He quickly jumped up and came into give me a hug and that same time he wrapped his arms around me, he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He whispered in my ear that I couldn't leave without giving him the chance to get off. I sort of hmmmed and hawwwed about it, getting a little nervous about what he wanted to do to me, when he offered to go take a break and smoke a joint with him. That sounded great -- I hadn't smoked any pot since I was away in college and the idea of getting high sounded great to me. We climbed up on top of the rocks to take a seat and enjoy the moon light and smoke. It was some pretty strong stuff -- this dude had some great grass so I definitely wanted to keep things friendly so I could score some pot from him when I had the cash. Anyway, we made a bunch of small talk and finally he asked me if I was ready for him to get off -- I said sure and we jumped down off the rocks and starting kissing. God, this guy could kiss like I was chicken he was trying to suck off the bone. He started playing with my ass again and pulling my cheeks apart while reaching around and fingering my hole. Before I could react, he turned me around and pushed me over on the waist and starting spreading my cheeks and diving into my ass with his tongue. God this guy was good. I was so relaxed from the weed and what this guy was doing felt incredible -- I didn't want it to stop. I was already hard again and dripping precum like a faucet. Enough to use as lube to jack myself while he worked on my hole. I still hadn't seen his cock or felt it. He was sort of careful in keeping me from seeing it I think. He stood up and pulled a bottle of poppers from his pocket and told me to take a big whiff. I hadn't had them before, but for some reason I trusted this guy. Anyway, he took a big whiff too so I thought nothing bad would happen. As I started to feel the poppers take affect, I suddenly had this searing pain in my ass as he ripped into my hole in one deep plunge of his cock. One long thrust and I thought I was going to die. Fucker hurt bad and I screamed out -- but he stayed inside me and reached around and pinched my nipples. Fuck. Hurt. But, it started to go away and he gently started stroking in and out of my ass with his big ass dick. At that point, I had no idea how big it was, but it felt like a fucking baseball bat to me. Well, my scream apparently drew some attention and pretty soon I was aware we had a small crowd watching us -- by crowd, I mean 3 other guys, including the original cocksucker. I don't know why -- but having the cocksucker there, made me feel like I had a friend there and nothing bad would happen.
So the fuck continued on for maybe 15-20 minutes...he was pounding my ass and about every 5 minutes was giving me another big hit of poppers. Fuck. I felt completely fucked. This guy was fucking the life out of me and I was worried that I would need medical treatment when he was finished. But, it felt fucking great too. The pain...became pleasure. I could tell he was gettng close -- the speed picked up and the urgency in his hip action and grunts were very familiar -- I knew he was going to cum. He shot his load straight up my ass...breeding me like I was his bitch. Telling my my pussy was going to fill up with his cum. That kind of talk really turned me on -- I liked being his pussy. When he came down from his orgasm, he slowly pulled his cock from my ass and came around to me and told me to clean off his cock and shoved it in my mouth. Fuck. Big fucking dick. Had to be 9 or more inches...thick...and covered in his cum and my ass juices. When I was busy cleaning his cock, my original cocksucker with the beard got down behind me and started eating my ass out -- this guy was trying to eat the cum of the big guy directly from my freshly fucked hole. Again, mind blowing -- but damn it felt good. The inside of my ass was so sensitive and tender from the fucking -- and the tongue action felt incredible. What I hadn't been prepared for was cock number 2 up my ass. I didn't get a good look at him -- I couldn't even give you his age or race -- but he had a nice sized dick and was fucking my ass like he was trying to make a baby. I finished cleaning up my guys cock and he pulled it out and gently stroked my face and then left (without giving me his number -- there walked away my connection to some great weed). Wow...I'm still getting fucked...I don't have poppers anymore, but it's still feeling pretty fucking good and I'm into it. So when he left, the other guy comes around and feeds me his cock. Nothing too exciting about it -- it was average in everyway the dude connected to it reminded me of my father. Late 40's, maybe 50 -- gray hair. Sort of out of shape former jock. He lasted only about 2 minutes before he shot his load straight into my mouth. Another first for me. I loved it. I mean I really loved it. Feeling that shot hit the back of my throat -- I loved it. I knew I was going to love being a slut to be used by men. Well, it wasn't long before I was taking my 2nd load in my ass and my original cocksucker was again at my hole feeding on the cum dripping from my hole. I never felt better. Totally used and drained.
After he was satisfied that he got every drop, he pulled up my shorts and gently slapped my ass. I was sort of in shock and I was not in a talkative mood. He told me the other guys had all left and asked me if I was ok. I told him yes, but I was sort of upset that I didn't get the black guys number because he has some great weed. He told that the guy comes around almost every weekend and I could run into him again. With that, my cocksucker left and said he hoped he would run into me again. The next weekend, I did run into my weed friend and he hooked me up -- actually he hooked me up everytime I needed some weed while I was away at school -- as long as he got to tap my ass.
Well, that sums it up -- I hope you enjoy it -- this happed about 25 years ago -- and I still jack off thinking about it.
Take care,
First MMF Bareback Fuck (Fixed Version)
Okay, after MUCH encouragement over several email conversations a previous First Fuck Guest Poster has written up what I thought was an extremely hot experience he and his wife had when he first told me about it via our email conversations. Settle in, it is a long one but is also hot hell! Enjoy and please comment so that he know what you think of what happened...as you will read, it was a rather emotionally disturbing event for him and his wife. Also, write to me about a first time sexual experience you had
Dear BBB Bull,
I finally got around to finishing the story for u to post if you still want it for your blog. It was too hot not to share.
I hope it isnt too long-it was hard to edit any more
I guess you could call it: FIRST MMF Bisexual Bareback Encounter for a Married Couple.
It may very well be our last MMF encounter but at least we have talked it through
Please dont mention what state we are from.
keep in touch, story pasted below..
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A good portion of the night is still just a blackout to me because I was so drunk. I will describe as accurately as possible what I remember about how we let a stranger we had just met take my wife and I home and have his way with both of us.
It's not that my wife and I are swingers or anything even close, but we have on just a handful of occasions played with another couple. We had never done anything with strangers before this. Although there was never any mm interaction, watching my friend screw my wife was such a turn on for me that I am always trying to get her to consider going to a swinger’s party. She has always refused. The furthest I ever got along those lines was to encourage a bit of flirtation between my wife and the occasional stranger in a bar. That is until last week. I guess we finally met a guy that knew what he wanted and how to get it with a little assertion.
My wife and I were out bar hopping in town, on the rare occasion that we had a night alone away from the kids. We were getting pretty drunk and she was actually chatting with a few guys in a couple of different bars. She didn’t even seem to invite it but the guys kept hitting on her. She seems to always attract divorced guys in their 30’s and 40’s that want to talk to her, even when she is with me. It always makes me horny watching and fantasizing.
We finished the night up to last call at a Martini bar. The strong martinis had really put us both over the top. After the bar closed we walked over for something to eat at the late night diner. I hoped to sober up before we had to drive home or call a cab. It was crowded and we had to wait in line for a seat and then separate to sit at the available counter seats a few stools apart. The guy who had been talking to us in line ended up sitting between us. I don’t recall if he was also at the bar we had come from. He was talking to my wife the whole time we were eating our late night breakfast. I couldn't hear most of their conversation but it looked like he was hitting on her big time.
After we were finished eating, my wife went to the restroom, and I stayed sitting at the counter waiting for her. The guy who had been chatting her up started talking to me and picked up our tab. I don't know how he asked but I must have given him a signal that I was OK with him trying to take things further. The next thing I know he is on his cell phone checking on motel vacancies right there at the counter. He was really planning this thing, completely convinced she would do it. He didn't care how discrete he was on the phone and there must have been several people in the restaurant listening to his phone call. I was too drunk to be embarrassed and could barely manage a conversation. When she came out of the restroom we moved outside to the sidewalk.
He took the lead and asked if we wanted to go do something-I forget what he said. I looked at my wife and she just kind of shrugged. I took her silence as agreement so before she could speak I answered "Sure-what do you have in mind?" He said his condo is close by but is a mess from moving but he would take us to such and such motel. That was too quick and a little too intense sounding for my wife and she started to protest, "No, no we can't do that, no.”
He tried to convince her too and eventually said “OK then another time... You have my number.” Some thoughts raced through my head about how he must have slipped her his number without me even seeing and more importantly that she took it. I figured she would never follow up as usual and that this sort of thing needs to be a spur of the moment thing. I pressed, “Hold on, maybe we could just go to his place for a little bit, check out his condo and have another coffee before we try to drive home". With a little more persuasion from him she finally agreed and we started walking to his condominium.
I really didn’t know what to expect or how far this would go but I was excited that maybe she would fuck me in front of him or perhaps blow him or maybe more. I had intended to stop at my car on the way by to get some condoms from my glove box for him to use with her, just in case things progressed well. But that just totally slipped my mind on the walk. The two of them talked mostly on the ten minutes walk. I don’t remember of it but I caught that he was mid 40’s, recently divorced, had kids, and was some kind of big shot executive that traveled a lot.
We got to his condo unit and inside it was a complete disaster area of boxes, and moving trash in every square foot. I understood why he wanted the motel. We skipped over a bunch of moving boxes and got to the kitchen where he got us some waters. I found a stool at the kitchen bar. I don’t know if I was incoherent or what but the next thing I know he is leading my wife by the hand to his bedroom and he closes the door behind them.
I sat there alone on the stool in the kitchen. If he convinced her to go to the bedroom I didn’t want to do anything right away that might make her to lose her nerve. I waited to follow them for a few minutes and when I went to the bedroom door I found it locked. I heard them talking and things sounded fine so I turned back giving them some time alone to see what developed. A while went by and they never came out to get me. I was getting nervous so I went back to the bedroom; found the door knob still locked so I put my ear to it to listen. I couldn’t believe it! I could hear my wife moaning! I recognized that sound she makes when she is getting good oral sex.
My heart was racing and I didn't want to do anything to disturb them behind the locked door since it sounded like my wife had gotten right into things. I went back and sat down in the living room. I waited some more, watching the late night movie on the TV My head was spinning. The time before when we had fooled around it was with friend we knew and I was always present right with her. This was the first time she had ever fooled around without me watching. I wasn’t even being allowed in the room while a stranger was eating out my wife!
I felt so groggy that I could no longer even think coherently. Although we had stopped drinking well over an hour earlier it seemed I was getting even more wasted. I remember gulping down three glasses of water in a row because I was so so thirsty. I probably should have been nervous about leaving this stranger alone in a bedroom with my wife and I don’t know why I didn’t bang on the door right then to join them. I was just too out of it. I stumbled around, found his bathroom etc. I remembered I had a Viagra pill in my pocket and I decided to take it because I thought I might need some help being oh so drunk.
When I did go up to the locked door again to check on things again, as I got close I heard her screaming loudly "ohh yes yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I couldn't believe it. She was fucking him in there without me! I had never heard her being so vocal before. I tried the door again vigorously this time-again still locked. I didn’t want to knock as it sounded like she was really into it. I sat down on the floor outside the door where I could listen to her moans as she fucked him. The whole experience didn’t seem real, I couldn’t clear my head. I could hear my wife fucking behind a closed door and I can’t explain why I was just perfectly happy to just sit there and listen to them.
I must have gone back to the living room to sit down. This is where I have memory blackout. I lost track of time because I remember seeing the late night movie ending, and I knew it was just beginning when they first went in to the bedroom. Did two hours go by with them in there? I also felt my cock growing hard now as I thought about my wife fucking that guy. The Viagra must have worked because my hard dick was now telling me that I needed to get in there and help fuck her.
As I started to knock, the bedroom door opens, and there is the guy standing completely naked with a grin on his face. I really hadn’t remembered much of what he looked like so I quickly looked him over and saw he was a little shorter than me but much stockier, a bit of a beer belly and a half hard stubby penis, not a big cock at all, which surprised me. As I entered I saw my wife inside, naked on the bed, sheets and blankets off, her hair all messed up, looking like she had been completely ravaged by the whole Trojan army. I was amazed that that guy had put her in this state.
I immediately tore off all my clothes and just dove up on the bed. I crawled up to my wife, kissed her deeply and then immediately kissed my way down her body to her pussy. Her labia were puffed out and a bit swollen from fucking. I went down on her with my mouth and instantly got the taste of his semen inside her!
They had fucked alright and it was obvious that he hadn't used a condom! He had already cum deep inside her and I ate her out a good long while, licking the combination of her pussy juices and his cum.
I wanted to fuck her next and slid my rock hard cock into her. Her pussy was ohh so wet and sloppy but still sooo nice and tight to me. I was in heaven as I started to pound her but she said she was sore so I slowed down and tried to fuck her gently.
After a while he came back with a drink and closed the door again while he stood watching us fuck. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed and started kissing her while I fucked her. After a few minutes I asked if he wanted a turn again and rolled off of her. I wanted to see him fuck her. He started in sucking on her erect nipples. I slid down so my face was about near their crotch level because I wanted to see his cock slide into her. I instinctively reached out for his crotch and I started playing with his balls a little when he went down to lick her pussy. I could feel he was getting harder in my hands. I got a little braver and I just licked the base of his cock a little bit. I wanted to make him good and hard for her so when he didn’t pull away I continued rotating my open mouth about the base of his shaft.
She could not initially see what I was doing but I heard him tell her, "He is licking my balls." She just sort of laughed. I knew she wouldn’t be turned on by it but I think he wanted to see her reaction to it. She didn’t say much. About then he was fully hard so he slid up to enter her. I watched him penetrate her pussy lips, slowly fucking in and out of her now while kissing her. I loved it. I scooted up beside her on my back so I could kiss her and watch him fuck her.
After a while it was my turn again so I had her mount my cock cowgirl style. I said “you have to see her in this position, her breasts are fantastic”. He watched as she sat up on my cock but I later learned he had already fucked her in every position possible. As she fucked me we both played with her beautiful natural breasts as she rode me. I could tell she was getting tired in the cowgirl position so I laid her back down on her back and I rolled onto her to fuck her missionary again.
As I was fucking her I felt him behind me between my legs. I was surprised when I felt the tip of his cock pressing on my asshole. I was going to stop it because I knew he was bareback. Then I thought about how he had already fucked my wife bare and most likely cum inside her pussy and it didn’t seem all that risky anymore. I didn’t know if I should really allow this to go any further with my wife watching, but I was just in a trance and stopped thrusting in her and spread my legs wider to give him better access.
At that point I think she realized he was on top of me and she said calmly,”What is going on there?”
He paused while answering defensively, “We’re just experimenting a bit.”
She just laughed and said “I don’t care; you guys can do whatever you want.”
He took that as a signal to continue and I felt him try to press into me. It really turned me on knowing her pussy juices were supplying the lubrication. I reached back with my hands and spread my ass cheeks for just a second, exposing my rosebud fully to him. Maybe that was sending a message to him that I was surrendering it now, if he really wanted it, my ass was his.
I felt him try to push his cock into me once more with no luck. I could tell he wasn’t quite hard enough to penetrate me in that position. I never gave him a good angle where he could access me because I was still inside my wife’s vagina. I think I was teasing him, never really intending to let him probe more than the tip inside me. I was too busy screwing my wife at the same time so I didn’t really give it any more thought to what he was trying to do. He stopped and slid up on the pillow near her to watch us fuck some more.
I was really savoring the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. I could have cum right then but I held off because I wanted to play a lot longer. I still wanted to watch him fuck her some more, because I had missed their main fuck session. After a few more minutes I slid out of her and onto the side so that he could have another turn in her. He came up and straddled her between her legs and paused there with his cock teasing her outer labia. He kissed and caressed her breasts, and seeing her response I just knew I wanted to see him fuck her really hard. I wanted to see and hear him nut right inside her again with me watching!
It saw he was only half hard, probably from waiting for his turn to fuck her or still worn out from blowing his wad earlier in her. I just knew what I had to do. I needed to get his cock hard and ready for her again. As he was busy sucking her nipples, I got behind him and pulled his cock downward and slightly backward right into my open mouth. I deep throated him all the way to the base. He really wasn't too large so I easily did it. I held back the gag reflex and actually swallowed the head of his cock down my throat. I could feel his cock growing right in my mouth. I kept his cock deep in my mouth the whole time as he worked his way down from sucking her breasts to kissing her belly until he was licking her clit. I don’t know how much she was aware of what I was doing with his cock. She must have know I was sucking it but I don’t think she knew the extent I was deepthroating him. I ended up in a position with my face just inches from her pussy with his cock in my mouth rock hard and ready.
I figured he would pull out of my mouth and drive it into her pussy. He didn’t. I suddenly became aware just how hard I had become myself while sucking on his cock. He kept his cock right down my throat so I figured he wanted to blow his load in in my mouth instead. I didn’t pull off and just prepared for it. I felt his balls pull up and his cock swell and I knew his orgasm was imminent. I braced myself, anticipating his semen explosion in my mouth. ,
He didn't climax and instead withdrew his cock from my mouth. His hard cock was all wet and slippery from my throat saliva. He pointed it right at my wife’s pussy but just teased her labia lips with it instead of sliding it deeply into her. I moved to try to come around for a better view so I could watch her face because I knew once he entered her it wasn’t going to take him long to blast his load inside her.
Since I was coming out from between his legs I didn’t hear what he said to her. I know he said something as he paused, with his steely cock motionless with barely the tip inside her. I heard her respond,””I think he wants that.” I figured he had said something about what a great cock sucker I was for getting him so hard for her. I didn’t think much of it. I found out later that morning from my wife that what he actually said to her was, “I am going to pop your husband’s cherry tonight.”
I was surprised when he pulled his stiff cock away from her pussy and slid right off the bed. Not knowing his intentions, I had no idea why he would not finish fucking her right then. As he stood over us, he took charge in a dominant tone saying, “I am going to reposition you now.” That sounded a bit interesting so I agreed and listened for his instructions.
Standing on the left side of the bed with his rock hard cock pointing straight upward, he told me to come over right to that edge of the bed. I scooted over a bit, laying parallel to the edge not understanding what he meant. He clarified, “Like this!” and he spun me so I was perpendicular to the edge of the bed. He continued “Over here, closer” in a commanding tone and then grabbed my ankles and yanked me, so that my legs now dangled over the side of the bed. Next he told my wife to sit on top of my face with her knees straddling either side of me, so I could eat her out. We just did what he said as he positioned us like we were Barbie and Ken play dolls. I knew he had resonated with that submissive tendency in both of us, and that was totally turning me on.
As my legs straddled either side of his body he stood holding my legs outward, his hands were under the back of my knees and my face was in front of my wife’s pussy. He told me to start licking her clit as she straddled my chest with her back toward him. Then suddenly he yanked again one more time on my legs, pulling me in even closer to him so my thighs now rested up on his hips and my face was deeply buried in my wife’s pussy.
She sat on my chest facing me, her body pinning my shoulders and arms. He was now holding my legs by the thighs, basically strapped my legs firmly onto his hips. I was held there so tightly my tongue was about the only muscle in my body that I could move as I burrowed my face into her pussy. I still had no real concept of why he had positioned me like that. I thought at that moment that he was going to kneel up on the bed to fuck her doggy style, maybe ass fuck her while I licked her clit.
I heard the distinct sound of a lube bottle cover snapping closed. Then a split second later he lifted my legs up and I instantly understood why I had been positioned that way that with my ass hanging over the side of the bed. He placed my knees over his shoulders and tilted me upward slightly so my ass was exposed giving it perfect access for his cock. Now I knew he was going to fuck me and there was no way to stop it. I was too drunk to protest and I couldn’t even move. Then not even giving me a second to ponder my situation I felt his lubricated bare cock slide right into me. He pushed right in with one slow continuous motion. I felt his rock hard shaft slide right in deep until his balls bottom out on my butt cheeks. Then he held me motionless as I adjusted to his cock buried in me. My wife was still grinding her pussy onto my face the whole time. I must have been extremely relaxed in my inebriated state because I don’t recall it hurting even a little bit as his cock entered me.
He held my legs over his shoulders as he began fucking me in long steady strokes, all the way in and all the way out, gaining good leverage on me from his standing position at the edge of the bed. I remember it feeling really good as I lay back and took all the cock he was giving me. I continued to eat out my wife’s pussy on my face and she leaned forward now a bit allowing him full motion to fuck me. She looked down at me but could only see my eyes as the rest of my face stayed buried in her snatch. As he began to thrust even harder she looked a bit concerned about the ass assault I was receiving. Then she saw in my eyes I was more than ok, I was smiling and loving it. The whole time I was licking her clit harder and faster at the same tempo that he was fucking me. He pounded my ass and I licked her clit until finally she started moaning and cumming on my face.
When her orgasm subsided she rolled off and said “I’m spent.” He continued now, just slowly grinding his cock deep inside me as she sat back and watched us. He fucked me deeply and very slowly with his cock all the way in me, without thrusting his shaft in or out. I don’t really remember much more of that or how long he fucked me altogether. I do remember feeling a bit uncomfortable without her on me, I felt too exposed with her watching me getting fucked by a man so I reached back for her. I was a little surprised when he stopped fucking me and just pulled out, letting me go to slide up onto her.
I laid over her and slid my bulging hard cock right into her again. I was positively rock hard and needing to cum. I slid my cock back in her preparing to blow my load inside her pussy. Before I unloaded, I wanted to make sure she was satisfied so I asked her if she had cum enough and she said, “Yes, yes a bunch of times. I’m too sore to cum again”.
I asked him if he had already cum and he said,” Ya twice…once in your wife and once over on the side of the bed there."
I thought, ‘what does he mean by that? Over on the side of the bed? Then it dawned on me and I reached back and felt my asshole. It was leaking cum!!!! He had cum inside of me and I hadn't even known!
I knew it was too late to worry now. I tried to keep my cool and concentrate on my wife. The thought of his DNA planted deep inside me did distract me from my orgasm for a moment anyway. Then I decided to just accept the fact we had both been bred by him. It was done already, first her and then me and I knew there was no sense in worrying about it now. I concentrated on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her cunt felt fantastic on my cock as I could also feel his cum dripping out of me. The whole time I fucked her I was acutely aware of the feeling of his cum leaking from my ass, his semen sliding down my butt cheeks, dripping down around my thighs where it mixed with my wife’s pussy juices. I felt my cock slide in and out of her warm, wet pussy while simultaneously feeling the sensation of my gaping open, freshly fucked manhole, slightly sore from the use, squeezing out his semen. I could feel a glob of his cum actually running down my inner thigh as I fucker her deeply. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so sexually intense, both physically and emotionally.
I was having trouble finally cumming now. She had said she was really getting sore so I did the best I could to go gently. I was real close and fucked her maybe another 2 minutes and but I just couldn’t orgasm. My wife noticed the clock on the bureau, saying, “Oh God, It’s already 6:15AM – oh we have to go.” Realizing that she was too exhausted to continue, and now troubled by the lateness of the hour I just I stopped without climaxing myself. (I would jackoff later that morning after I got home.)
It was already light outside. We had to get home before our own teenagers heard us come home at that hour. We quickly hunted around the room for all of our clothing, we got dressed and he walked us down in the elevator and said good bye.
Part 2-The Next Morning
On the ride home from his place I felt that I had lived out a sexual fantasy. This crazy night had gone way beyond anything I had thought was imaginable. I was hoping my wife had enjoyed it enough to maybe get more into ‘The lifestyle’. Admittedly, I was starting to feel a little bit creepy about how far this had gone. Any mind fucking sexual experience like that would have to be accompanied by some dark side emotions. And here it came...
My wife burst out, "Why do you put me in that position- whoring me out." She started crying. “You put our marriage and everything at risk.” She was really starting to crash and her thoughts about the evening were really freaking her out. “I can't do this shit… not with a stranger,” she cried. It was the start of a long ride home and a dreaded conversation. She wasn’t handling this dark side well at all.
I had enjoyed the wildly erotic experience and I had thought she did too. But now she was crying and blaming me. She pointed out how dangerous it was having had sex with a stranger. "Putting us both and our marriage in jeopardy like that." she repeated again through the tears. I knew what she meant; it was the stranger factor and the unnatural act of it all, most of all I knew it was the guilt she felt of having done something terribly bad that was tearing her up.
I wanted to defend myself but held back. I wanted to remind her that she was the one who went for it first in his bedroom without me. I wanted to remind her how I watched and listened to him fuck her for hours with no hint that she didn't like it as she moaned in delight. I didn't tie her up, and she was a willing participant even when I wasn't in the room for an hour or two. As I thought about that, I realized that sooo much could have gone terribly wrong with that scene with me locked from the room. I was glad it didnt. She had taken a huge and dangerous step by having sex without me in the room, but I think she wanted to send me a message to be careful what I wish for... I held my tongue from saying much, except to keep apologizing. I would let her blame everything on me if it made her feel better about what we had done.
I tried to understand her position and internalize her feelings. Now with her crying, I was starting to feel guilty, sick to my stomach, hung over, sore and just plain creepy. I began to blame myself for letting someone go way beyond any reasonable boundary with both of us. How could I have let a perfect stranger take my wife and fuck her bareback-hell he had fucked us both bareback. I felt a gnawing in my gut. What had I done? The crash was both emotional and physical, like I was coming down off a drug. Had I screwed up? I even wondered if she had lost respect for me because I sucked and got fucked by another man in front of her.
I tried to keep talking about it rationally so we might come to terms with things. “I don't think it was his first time” she said, “He was almost too smooth, He probably picks up couples on his business trips." She added, "I think he knew what he was doing, even what he was doing to you”, referring to the anal fucking he had given me. We both fell silent. We were exhausted, used up, we had submitted to whatever he wanted to do to us. Now he was sending us home, very well fucked and sore, and emotionally wracked by the experience.
I did feel used, like he had taken advantage of our drunken state. “I don’t know if he drugged us but he certainly took advantage of our drunken state”, I admitted. “…and I and can barely remember parts of the night.” I explained the bedroom door was locked the first hour or so and I couldn’t even come in. She said she didn’t realize that. I tried to have her fill in the rest of missing details from the night. .”What else happened when you were with him alone?” I asked, probing for details.
“I don’t kn painting a visual image of the parts I had missed…her fucking in every position, him trying to fuck her anally, trying bondage …fuck that is all so hot. The guilt I felt was fading and I was overcome by raw sexual instinct to be turned on by the dark side. I could not control it. I felt my cock growing harder as she spoke replaying the scene over and over in my mind. As bad as I felt for my wife’s emotional turmoil, my full-on erection revealed my mixed emotions. I had deep down enjoyed submitting to this complete stranger and I really did not regret it. I could not deny the turn-on I got from all this kink- the wife sharing, the cuckolding, m2m sex, the submission. I realized I loved my wife and if this was too much for her to handle I would have to suppress some of these sexual desires all brought to light by this dark encounter. I promised her I would never let it happen again.
Her final comment was, "I shouldn't have taken such a chance, letting him fuck me. I hope he was clean. I don't think he came in me. Do you?" She asked.
It pained me but I had to answer her truthfully, "Umm yes honey… I think I did see and feel that he had cum inside you…I think he came inside both of us actually.”
“Eewwww“ is all she said, adding after a half a minute, “I just hope he didn’t have a disease.”
I couldn’t agree with her more on that point. At that precise second I could actually feel more of his stealth load of semen leaking out of my well fucked ass. I still had the faint taste in my mouth reminding me of the other stealth load he had left inside my wife's pussy. My cock was fully hard and I was totally turned on knowing we were going home with his seed planted deep inside us both.
Dear BBB Bull,
I finally got around to finishing the story for u to post if you still want it for your blog. It was too hot not to share.
I hope it isnt too long-it was hard to edit any more
I guess you could call it: FIRST MMF Bisexual Bareback Encounter for a Married Couple.
It may very well be our last MMF encounter but at least we have talked it through
Please dont mention what state we are from.
keep in touch, story pasted below..
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A good portion of the night is still just a blackout to me because I was so drunk. I will describe as accurately as possible what I remember about how we let a stranger we had just met take my wife and I home and have his way with both of us.
It's not that my wife and I are swingers or anything even close, but we have on just a handful of occasions played with another couple. We had never done anything with strangers before this. Although there was never any mm interaction, watching my friend screw my wife was such a turn on for me that I am always trying to get her to consider going to a swinger’s party. She has always refused. The furthest I ever got along those lines was to encourage a bit of flirtation between my wife and the occasional stranger in a bar. That is until last week. I guess we finally met a guy that knew what he wanted and how to get it with a little assertion.
My wife and I were out bar hopping in town, on the rare occasion that we had a night alone away from the kids. We were getting pretty drunk and she was actually chatting with a few guys in a couple of different bars. She didn’t even seem to invite it but the guys kept hitting on her. She seems to always attract divorced guys in their 30’s and 40’s that want to talk to her, even when she is with me. It always makes me horny watching and fantasizing.
We finished the night up to last call at a Martini bar. The strong martinis had really put us both over the top. After the bar closed we walked over for something to eat at the late night diner. I hoped to sober up before we had to drive home or call a cab. It was crowded and we had to wait in line for a seat and then separate to sit at the available counter seats a few stools apart. The guy who had been talking to us in line ended up sitting between us. I don’t recall if he was also at the bar we had come from. He was talking to my wife the whole time we were eating our late night breakfast. I couldn't hear most of their conversation but it looked like he was hitting on her big time.
After we were finished eating, my wife went to the restroom, and I stayed sitting at the counter waiting for her. The guy who had been chatting her up started talking to me and picked up our tab. I don't know how he asked but I must have given him a signal that I was OK with him trying to take things further. The next thing I know he is on his cell phone checking on motel vacancies right there at the counter. He was really planning this thing, completely convinced she would do it. He didn't care how discrete he was on the phone and there must have been several people in the restaurant listening to his phone call. I was too drunk to be embarrassed and could barely manage a conversation. When she came out of the restroom we moved outside to the sidewalk.
He took the lead and asked if we wanted to go do something-I forget what he said. I looked at my wife and she just kind of shrugged. I took her silence as agreement so before she could speak I answered "Sure-what do you have in mind?" He said his condo is close by but is a mess from moving but he would take us to such and such motel. That was too quick and a little too intense sounding for my wife and she started to protest, "No, no we can't do that, no.”
He tried to convince her too and eventually said “OK then another time... You have my number.” Some thoughts raced through my head about how he must have slipped her his number without me even seeing and more importantly that she took it. I figured she would never follow up as usual and that this sort of thing needs to be a spur of the moment thing. I pressed, “Hold on, maybe we could just go to his place for a little bit, check out his condo and have another coffee before we try to drive home". With a little more persuasion from him she finally agreed and we started walking to his condominium.
I really didn’t know what to expect or how far this would go but I was excited that maybe she would fuck me in front of him or perhaps blow him or maybe more. I had intended to stop at my car on the way by to get some condoms from my glove box for him to use with her, just in case things progressed well. But that just totally slipped my mind on the walk. The two of them talked mostly on the ten minutes walk. I don’t remember of it but I caught that he was mid 40’s, recently divorced, had kids, and was some kind of big shot executive that traveled a lot.
We got to his condo unit and inside it was a complete disaster area of boxes, and moving trash in every square foot. I understood why he wanted the motel. We skipped over a bunch of moving boxes and got to the kitchen where he got us some waters. I found a stool at the kitchen bar. I don’t know if I was incoherent or what but the next thing I know he is leading my wife by the hand to his bedroom and he closes the door behind them.
I sat there alone on the stool in the kitchen. If he convinced her to go to the bedroom I didn’t want to do anything right away that might make her to lose her nerve. I waited to follow them for a few minutes and when I went to the bedroom door I found it locked. I heard them talking and things sounded fine so I turned back giving them some time alone to see what developed. A while went by and they never came out to get me. I was getting nervous so I went back to the bedroom; found the door knob still locked so I put my ear to it to listen. I couldn’t believe it! I could hear my wife moaning! I recognized that sound she makes when she is getting good oral sex.
My heart was racing and I didn't want to do anything to disturb them behind the locked door since it sounded like my wife had gotten right into things. I went back and sat down in the living room. I waited some more, watching the late night movie on the TV My head was spinning. The time before when we had fooled around it was with friend we knew and I was always present right with her. This was the first time she had ever fooled around without me watching. I wasn’t even being allowed in the room while a stranger was eating out my wife!
I felt so groggy that I could no longer even think coherently. Although we had stopped drinking well over an hour earlier it seemed I was getting even more wasted. I remember gulping down three glasses of water in a row because I was so so thirsty. I probably should have been nervous about leaving this stranger alone in a bedroom with my wife and I don’t know why I didn’t bang on the door right then to join them. I was just too out of it. I stumbled around, found his bathroom etc. I remembered I had a Viagra pill in my pocket and I decided to take it because I thought I might need some help being oh so drunk.
When I did go up to the locked door again to check on things again, as I got close I heard her screaming loudly "ohh yes yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I couldn't believe it. She was fucking him in there without me! I had never heard her being so vocal before. I tried the door again vigorously this time-again still locked. I didn’t want to knock as it sounded like she was really into it. I sat down on the floor outside the door where I could listen to her moans as she fucked him. The whole experience didn’t seem real, I couldn’t clear my head. I could hear my wife fucking behind a closed door and I can’t explain why I was just perfectly happy to just sit there and listen to them.
I must have gone back to the living room to sit down. This is where I have memory blackout. I lost track of time because I remember seeing the late night movie ending, and I knew it was just beginning when they first went in to the bedroom. Did two hours go by with them in there? I also felt my cock growing hard now as I thought about my wife fucking that guy. The Viagra must have worked because my hard dick was now telling me that I needed to get in there and help fuck her.
As I started to knock, the bedroom door opens, and there is the guy standing completely naked with a grin on his face. I really hadn’t remembered much of what he looked like so I quickly looked him over and saw he was a little shorter than me but much stockier, a bit of a beer belly and a half hard stubby penis, not a big cock at all, which surprised me. As I entered I saw my wife inside, naked on the bed, sheets and blankets off, her hair all messed up, looking like she had been completely ravaged by the whole Trojan army. I was amazed that that guy had put her in this state.
I immediately tore off all my clothes and just dove up on the bed. I crawled up to my wife, kissed her deeply and then immediately kissed my way down her body to her pussy. Her labia were puffed out and a bit swollen from fucking. I went down on her with my mouth and instantly got the taste of his semen inside her!
They had fucked alright and it was obvious that he hadn't used a condom! He had already cum deep inside her and I ate her out a good long while, licking the combination of her pussy juices and his cum.
I wanted to fuck her next and slid my rock hard cock into her. Her pussy was ohh so wet and sloppy but still sooo nice and tight to me. I was in heaven as I started to pound her but she said she was sore so I slowed down and tried to fuck her gently.
After a while he came back with a drink and closed the door again while he stood watching us fuck. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed and started kissing her while I fucked her. After a few minutes I asked if he wanted a turn again and rolled off of her. I wanted to see him fuck her. He started in sucking on her erect nipples. I slid down so my face was about near their crotch level because I wanted to see his cock slide into her. I instinctively reached out for his crotch and I started playing with his balls a little when he went down to lick her pussy. I could feel he was getting harder in my hands. I got a little braver and I just licked the base of his cock a little bit. I wanted to make him good and hard for her so when he didn’t pull away I continued rotating my open mouth about the base of his shaft.
She could not initially see what I was doing but I heard him tell her, "He is licking my balls." She just sort of laughed. I knew she wouldn’t be turned on by it but I think he wanted to see her reaction to it. She didn’t say much. About then he was fully hard so he slid up to enter her. I watched him penetrate her pussy lips, slowly fucking in and out of her now while kissing her. I loved it. I scooted up beside her on my back so I could kiss her and watch him fuck her.
After a while it was my turn again so I had her mount my cock cowgirl style. I said “you have to see her in this position, her breasts are fantastic”. He watched as she sat up on my cock but I later learned he had already fucked her in every position possible. As she fucked me we both played with her beautiful natural breasts as she rode me. I could tell she was getting tired in the cowgirl position so I laid her back down on her back and I rolled onto her to fuck her missionary again.
As I was fucking her I felt him behind me between my legs. I was surprised when I felt the tip of his cock pressing on my asshole. I was going to stop it because I knew he was bareback. Then I thought about how he had already fucked my wife bare and most likely cum inside her pussy and it didn’t seem all that risky anymore. I didn’t know if I should really allow this to go any further with my wife watching, but I was just in a trance and stopped thrusting in her and spread my legs wider to give him better access.
At that point I think she realized he was on top of me and she said calmly,”What is going on there?”
He paused while answering defensively, “We’re just experimenting a bit.”
She just laughed and said “I don’t care; you guys can do whatever you want.”
He took that as a signal to continue and I felt him try to press into me. It really turned me on knowing her pussy juices were supplying the lubrication. I reached back with my hands and spread my ass cheeks for just a second, exposing my rosebud fully to him. Maybe that was sending a message to him that I was surrendering it now, if he really wanted it, my ass was his.
I felt him try to push his cock into me once more with no luck. I could tell he wasn’t quite hard enough to penetrate me in that position. I never gave him a good angle where he could access me because I was still inside my wife’s vagina. I think I was teasing him, never really intending to let him probe more than the tip inside me. I was too busy screwing my wife at the same time so I didn’t really give it any more thought to what he was trying to do. He stopped and slid up on the pillow near her to watch us fuck some more.
I was really savoring the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. I could have cum right then but I held off because I wanted to play a lot longer. I still wanted to watch him fuck her some more, because I had missed their main fuck session. After a few more minutes I slid out of her and onto the side so that he could have another turn in her. He came up and straddled her between her legs and paused there with his cock teasing her outer labia. He kissed and caressed her breasts, and seeing her response I just knew I wanted to see him fuck her really hard. I wanted to see and hear him nut right inside her again with me watching!
It saw he was only half hard, probably from waiting for his turn to fuck her or still worn out from blowing his wad earlier in her. I just knew what I had to do. I needed to get his cock hard and ready for her again. As he was busy sucking her nipples, I got behind him and pulled his cock downward and slightly backward right into my open mouth. I deep throated him all the way to the base. He really wasn't too large so I easily did it. I held back the gag reflex and actually swallowed the head of his cock down my throat. I could feel his cock growing right in my mouth. I kept his cock deep in my mouth the whole time as he worked his way down from sucking her breasts to kissing her belly until he was licking her clit. I don’t know how much she was aware of what I was doing with his cock. She must have know I was sucking it but I don’t think she knew the extent I was deepthroating him. I ended up in a position with my face just inches from her pussy with his cock in my mouth rock hard and ready.
I figured he would pull out of my mouth and drive it into her pussy. He didn’t. I suddenly became aware just how hard I had become myself while sucking on his cock. He kept his cock right down my throat so I figured he wanted to blow his load in in my mouth instead. I didn’t pull off and just prepared for it. I felt his balls pull up and his cock swell and I knew his orgasm was imminent. I braced myself, anticipating his semen explosion in my mouth. ,
He didn't climax and instead withdrew his cock from my mouth. His hard cock was all wet and slippery from my throat saliva. He pointed it right at my wife’s pussy but just teased her labia lips with it instead of sliding it deeply into her. I moved to try to come around for a better view so I could watch her face because I knew once he entered her it wasn’t going to take him long to blast his load inside her.
Since I was coming out from between his legs I didn’t hear what he said to her. I know he said something as he paused, with his steely cock motionless with barely the tip inside her. I heard her respond,””I think he wants that.” I figured he had said something about what a great cock sucker I was for getting him so hard for her. I didn’t think much of it. I found out later that morning from my wife that what he actually said to her was, “I am going to pop your husband’s cherry tonight.”
I was surprised when he pulled his stiff cock away from her pussy and slid right off the bed. Not knowing his intentions, I had no idea why he would not finish fucking her right then. As he stood over us, he took charge in a dominant tone saying, “I am going to reposition you now.” That sounded a bit interesting so I agreed and listened for his instructions.
Standing on the left side of the bed with his rock hard cock pointing straight upward, he told me to come over right to that edge of the bed. I scooted over a bit, laying parallel to the edge not understanding what he meant. He clarified, “Like this!” and he spun me so I was perpendicular to the edge of the bed. He continued “Over here, closer” in a commanding tone and then grabbed my ankles and yanked me, so that my legs now dangled over the side of the bed. Next he told my wife to sit on top of my face with her knees straddling either side of me, so I could eat her out. We just did what he said as he positioned us like we were Barbie and Ken play dolls. I knew he had resonated with that submissive tendency in both of us, and that was totally turning me on.
As my legs straddled either side of his body he stood holding my legs outward, his hands were under the back of my knees and my face was in front of my wife’s pussy. He told me to start licking her clit as she straddled my chest with her back toward him. Then suddenly he yanked again one more time on my legs, pulling me in even closer to him so my thighs now rested up on his hips and my face was deeply buried in my wife’s pussy.
She sat on my chest facing me, her body pinning my shoulders and arms. He was now holding my legs by the thighs, basically strapped my legs firmly onto his hips. I was held there so tightly my tongue was about the only muscle in my body that I could move as I burrowed my face into her pussy. I still had no real concept of why he had positioned me like that. I thought at that moment that he was going to kneel up on the bed to fuck her doggy style, maybe ass fuck her while I licked her clit.
I heard the distinct sound of a lube bottle cover snapping closed. Then a split second later he lifted my legs up and I instantly understood why I had been positioned that way that with my ass hanging over the side of the bed. He placed my knees over his shoulders and tilted me upward slightly so my ass was exposed giving it perfect access for his cock. Now I knew he was going to fuck me and there was no way to stop it. I was too drunk to protest and I couldn’t even move. Then not even giving me a second to ponder my situation I felt his lubricated bare cock slide right into me. He pushed right in with one slow continuous motion. I felt his rock hard shaft slide right in deep until his balls bottom out on my butt cheeks. Then he held me motionless as I adjusted to his cock buried in me. My wife was still grinding her pussy onto my face the whole time. I must have been extremely relaxed in my inebriated state because I don’t recall it hurting even a little bit as his cock entered me.
He held my legs over his shoulders as he began fucking me in long steady strokes, all the way in and all the way out, gaining good leverage on me from his standing position at the edge of the bed. I remember it feeling really good as I lay back and took all the cock he was giving me. I continued to eat out my wife’s pussy on my face and she leaned forward now a bit allowing him full motion to fuck me. She looked down at me but could only see my eyes as the rest of my face stayed buried in her snatch. As he began to thrust even harder she looked a bit concerned about the ass assault I was receiving. Then she saw in my eyes I was more than ok, I was smiling and loving it. The whole time I was licking her clit harder and faster at the same tempo that he was fucking me. He pounded my ass and I licked her clit until finally she started moaning and cumming on my face.
When her orgasm subsided she rolled off and said “I’m spent.” He continued now, just slowly grinding his cock deep inside me as she sat back and watched us. He fucked me deeply and very slowly with his cock all the way in me, without thrusting his shaft in or out. I don’t really remember much more of that or how long he fucked me altogether. I do remember feeling a bit uncomfortable without her on me, I felt too exposed with her watching me getting fucked by a man so I reached back for her. I was a little surprised when he stopped fucking me and just pulled out, letting me go to slide up onto her.
I laid over her and slid my bulging hard cock right into her again. I was positively rock hard and needing to cum. I slid my cock back in her preparing to blow my load inside her pussy. Before I unloaded, I wanted to make sure she was satisfied so I asked her if she had cum enough and she said, “Yes, yes a bunch of times. I’m too sore to cum again”.
I asked him if he had already cum and he said,” Ya twice…once in your wife and once over on the side of the bed there."
I thought, ‘what does he mean by that? Over on the side of the bed? Then it dawned on me and I reached back and felt my asshole. It was leaking cum!!!! He had cum inside of me and I hadn't even known!
I knew it was too late to worry now. I tried to keep my cool and concentrate on my wife. The thought of his DNA planted deep inside me did distract me from my orgasm for a moment anyway. Then I decided to just accept the fact we had both been bred by him. It was done already, first her and then me and I knew there was no sense in worrying about it now. I concentrated on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her cunt felt fantastic on my cock as I could also feel his cum dripping out of me. The whole time I fucked her I was acutely aware of the feeling of his cum leaking from my ass, his semen sliding down my butt cheeks, dripping down around my thighs where it mixed with my wife’s pussy juices. I felt my cock slide in and out of her warm, wet pussy while simultaneously feeling the sensation of my gaping open, freshly fucked manhole, slightly sore from the use, squeezing out his semen. I could feel a glob of his cum actually running down my inner thigh as I fucker her deeply. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so sexually intense, both physically and emotionally.
I was having trouble finally cumming now. She had said she was really getting sore so I did the best I could to go gently. I was real close and fucked her maybe another 2 minutes and but I just couldn’t orgasm. My wife noticed the clock on the bureau, saying, “Oh God, It’s already 6:15AM – oh we have to go.” Realizing that she was too exhausted to continue, and now troubled by the lateness of the hour I just I stopped without climaxing myself. (I would jackoff later that morning after I got home.)
It was already light outside. We had to get home before our own teenagers heard us come home at that hour. We quickly hunted around the room for all of our clothing, we got dressed and he walked us down in the elevator and said good bye.
Part 2-The Next Morning
On the ride home from his place I felt that I had lived out a sexual fantasy. This crazy night had gone way beyond anything I had thought was imaginable. I was hoping my wife had enjoyed it enough to maybe get more into ‘The lifestyle’. Admittedly, I was starting to feel a little bit creepy about how far this had gone. Any mind fucking sexual experience like that would have to be accompanied by some dark side emotions. And here it came...
My wife burst out, "Why do you put me in that position- whoring me out." She started crying. “You put our marriage and everything at risk.” She was really starting to crash and her thoughts about the evening were really freaking her out. “I can't do this shit… not with a stranger,” she cried. It was the start of a long ride home and a dreaded conversation. She wasn’t handling this dark side well at all.
I had enjoyed the wildly erotic experience and I had thought she did too. But now she was crying and blaming me. She pointed out how dangerous it was having had sex with a stranger. "Putting us both and our marriage in jeopardy like that." she repeated again through the tears. I knew what she meant; it was the stranger factor and the unnatural act of it all, most of all I knew it was the guilt she felt of having done something terribly bad that was tearing her up.
I wanted to defend myself but held back. I wanted to remind her that she was the one who went for it first in his bedroom without me. I wanted to remind her how I watched and listened to him fuck her for hours with no hint that she didn't like it as she moaned in delight. I didn't tie her up, and she was a willing participant even when I wasn't in the room for an hour or two. As I thought about that, I realized that sooo much could have gone terribly wrong with that scene with me locked from the room. I was glad it didnt. She had taken a huge and dangerous step by having sex without me in the room, but I think she wanted to send me a message to be careful what I wish for... I held my tongue from saying much, except to keep apologizing. I would let her blame everything on me if it made her feel better about what we had done.
I tried to understand her position and internalize her feelings. Now with her crying, I was starting to feel guilty, sick to my stomach, hung over, sore and just plain creepy. I began to blame myself for letting someone go way beyond any reasonable boundary with both of us. How could I have let a perfect stranger take my wife and fuck her bareback-hell he had fucked us both bareback. I felt a gnawing in my gut. What had I done? The crash was both emotional and physical, like I was coming down off a drug. Had I screwed up? I even wondered if she had lost respect for me because I sucked and got fucked by another man in front of her.
I tried to keep talking about it rationally so we might come to terms with things. “I don't think it was his first time” she said, “He was almost too smooth, He probably picks up couples on his business trips." She added, "I think he knew what he was doing, even what he was doing to you”, referring to the anal fucking he had given me. We both fell silent. We were exhausted, used up, we had submitted to whatever he wanted to do to us. Now he was sending us home, very well fucked and sore, and emotionally wracked by the experience.
I did feel used, like he had taken advantage of our drunken state. “I don’t know if he drugged us but he certainly took advantage of our drunken state”, I admitted. “…and I and can barely remember parts of the night.” I explained the bedroom door was locked the first hour or so and I couldn’t even come in. She said she didn’t realize that. I tried to have her fill in the rest of missing details from the night. .”What else happened when you were with him alone?” I asked, probing for details.
“I don’t kn painting a visual image of the parts I had missed…her fucking in every position, him trying to fuck her anally, trying bondage …fuck that is all so hot. The guilt I felt was fading and I was overcome by raw sexual instinct to be turned on by the dark side. I could not control it. I felt my cock growing harder as she spoke replaying the scene over and over in my mind. As bad as I felt for my wife’s emotional turmoil, my full-on erection revealed my mixed emotions. I had deep down enjoyed submitting to this complete stranger and I really did not regret it. I could not deny the turn-on I got from all this kink- the wife sharing, the cuckolding, m2m sex, the submission. I realized I loved my wife and if this was too much for her to handle I would have to suppress some of these sexual desires all brought to light by this dark encounter. I promised her I would never let it happen again.
Her final comment was, "I shouldn't have taken such a chance, letting him fuck me. I hope he was clean. I don't think he came in me. Do you?" She asked.
It pained me but I had to answer her truthfully, "Umm yes honey… I think I did see and feel that he had cum inside you…I think he came inside both of us actually.”
“Eewwww“ is all she said, adding after a half a minute, “I just hope he didn’t have a disease.”
I couldn’t agree with her more on that point. At that precise second I could actually feel more of his stealth load of semen leaking out of my well fucked ass. I still had the faint taste in my mouth reminding me of the other stealth load he had left inside my wife's pussy. My cock was fully hard and I was totally turned on knowing we were going home with his seed planted deep inside us both.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
It Was Bound To Happen
Well, it was bound to happen at some point. A guy I hookup with and then wrote about here has found this blog...figured out who I am...and figured out which post was about our hookup. When I started this blog I promised to keep it real...only real stuff with real people, well here is some proff of that. I recieved this email last night 3/21/11. As you will read, I am only posting this email because he gave me permission to do so.
Sir..I am “Jersey Boy”. Thank you for the kind words. He is correct, the "Jersey Boy" post is about him, and that pic is him.
I apologize about how late this email is, but I was at work about 15-20 mins later than normal. Then when I got home, honestly, had to crack a beer and read some of your blog.What I would like...Without shame I can say my suggestion is you...
We discussed it briefly during texts, (After our hookup we stayed in contact for a few weeks) but my suggestion of what I want is you...all of you. The good, the bad, the dark side, not to be tamed, but to feel you enjoying yourself. Timid, tame and a bit of trepidation at saying that to you, yes, I can fully be straight with you and say I am. But, there is something about me, that only feels good when I know that the man enjoying me, using me, breeding me is allowing himself to be completely satiated. I have never allowed a white man to breed me and have had even less and less sex with white men as the years have passed. It's not that I don't find any attraction there, but I always go back to what I sense from Black Men is a natural Superior form and comfortable with it masculinity for which they don't feel the need to apologize. It fulfills the submissive parts of me, that are more than a dark fantasy of mine. More and more I have sought out what I know you are truly. It doesn't scare me, but does cause me to pause. Not out of shame, but out of wondering if I can find someone who will utilize this part of me regularly and help me further along........as opposed to a one off, who I refuse to completely let go to.
I was mostly there with you simply out of yes, your strong masculine personality and to your credit, an incredibly muscular chest and arms that simply made me feel at ease letting your strength control and use me.
I am sure there is more I can say to you, and I will. It will have to be tomorrow morning.But, please know. I never wanted a one off after meeting you. Tripping over your blog, and realizing who you are made my day.
Drinks, a long drawn out night...that would be a nice start for what I want. You can post this email to you...just not the following information, as it's for you and you alone
I admit that there is something inside of me that would totally get off on taking Jersey Boy hostage for a weekend, chaining him to the bed blindfolded and using his body all weekend long...releasing all body fluids into and onto him.
Sir..I am “Jersey Boy”. Thank you for the kind words. He is correct, the "Jersey Boy" post is about him, and that pic is him.
I apologize about how late this email is, but I was at work about 15-20 mins later than normal. Then when I got home, honestly, had to crack a beer and read some of your blog.What I would like...Without shame I can say my suggestion is you...
We discussed it briefly during texts, (After our hookup we stayed in contact for a few weeks) but my suggestion of what I want is you...all of you. The good, the bad, the dark side, not to be tamed, but to feel you enjoying yourself. Timid, tame and a bit of trepidation at saying that to you, yes, I can fully be straight with you and say I am. But, there is something about me, that only feels good when I know that the man enjoying me, using me, breeding me is allowing himself to be completely satiated. I have never allowed a white man to breed me and have had even less and less sex with white men as the years have passed. It's not that I don't find any attraction there, but I always go back to what I sense from Black Men is a natural Superior form and comfortable with it masculinity for which they don't feel the need to apologize. It fulfills the submissive parts of me, that are more than a dark fantasy of mine. More and more I have sought out what I know you are truly. It doesn't scare me, but does cause me to pause. Not out of shame, but out of wondering if I can find someone who will utilize this part of me regularly and help me further along........as opposed to a one off, who I refuse to completely let go to.
I was mostly there with you simply out of yes, your strong masculine personality and to your credit, an incredibly muscular chest and arms that simply made me feel at ease letting your strength control and use me.
I am sure there is more I can say to you, and I will. It will have to be tomorrow morning.But, please know. I never wanted a one off after meeting you. Tripping over your blog, and realizing who you are made my day.
Drinks, a long drawn out night...that would be a nice start for what I want. You can post this email to you...just not the following information, as it's for you and you alone
I admit that there is something inside of me that would totally get off on taking Jersey Boy hostage for a weekend, chaining him to the bed blindfolded and using his body all weekend long...releasing all body fluids into and onto him.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Not My Type
Sorry I have been behind on writing up my own experiences but here is one and I continue to work on others as I get the time. If you like this blog and want to help me keep it going, then please write to me about either the first time you were fucked, or your first bareback (top or bottom) and I will guest post here to fill in the gaps between my own experiences. Blk4whtass@live.com
He is not my type at all. He is 6’1”, 32” waist, and blond hair turning pre-maturely gray at 36 years old. We had a nice, direct and to the point chat where he actually made the first critical move by saying
NMT: “I am usually the top, but something about you make me want bottom for you”
It is not like I have not heard that one before…and 9 times out of 10, I simply let them down gently and continue my hunt for “The Cable Guy” type man who is willing…or not so willing… to take my fat black cock hard and bare up his butt until it spits my cum deep in his guts. I guess NMT was number 10. There was just something about him…about the chat… about how he is an older twink that usually fucks younger twinks…something made me say “Yes” this time and set a fuck-date for Saturday afternoon..
Now don’t get me wrong…NMT is plenty cute…stable…professional gay man who obviously knows his way around Macy’s judging from his rather expensively stylish, yet age appropriate name brand jeans, boots, and polo pull-over sweater and complementary colored dress shirt underneath. His hair was professionally styled, but not over-done…if anything… it trended toward the conservative side.
I honestly did not know what to expect…did not know if my cock would respond fully knowing that his guy is not the type that usually gets me hard.
Trepidations notwithstanding, I instantly started to feel that it would all work out when he knocked on my door at the precise agreed upon time. Gotta love a man with a watch and who plans accordingly!
I opened the door and he came right in…no hesitation…confident, at that point anyway.
We made about 20 seconds worth of small talk, and then I moved in and kissed him. BINGO! What a great fuckin kisser! My dick became rock hard instantly, and mister “I usually top” actually melted into my arms. Not only was he a great kisser, but he was hungry for it…kissing me harder and harder…totally into it which just made my dick harder and harder.
While making out like there is no tomorrow is when shades of the dark-side began to come out. If you have been following this blog then you know that I am trying to suppress the dark-side…keep in manageable…under control. I can’t really say what the trigger was here…the difference in our size…the way he abandon his “Top” side and went totally submissive when I kissed him…the simple fact that I had not had any ass in two weeks…or all of these things together. All I knew at that point was that there would be no suppressing the dark side that day. I was already lost in it.
Taking my tongue out of his mouth, I grabbed him by his full crotch with my right hand and pull him along to the bedroom.
Standing by the bed, I told him to “Get Naked” while I retrieved the lube and some cum towels from the dresser. He was about half naked when I returned to his side. I opened my pants, fished out my fat daddy cock and began stroking it while I watched him strip the rest of the way. His undressing slowed noticeably once he saw my cock, but he continued. Later on as he laid next to me with his butt full of cum, he told me that he slowed down undressing because he was actually trying to think of a way to back out.
Once NMT was naked, he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs together looking like a nervous ten year old boy about to get a whipping from his old man.
I just let him sit there and stew a bit while I got naked, and then I made him lay on the bed with his head hanging over the edge. Once into position, I gently rubbed the fat head of my cock over his lips.
Me: “Open”
He did so tentatively and I put about half my cock in his mouth. He began sucking me slowly at first. After about a minute he was feeling more comfortable and started to suck with abandon…that is when I jammed my cock into the back of his throat, and held it there. His head was pinned between my body and the mattress, but the rest of his body literally came up off the bed, and flapped all around trying to get my cock out of his throat so that he could breath again. I let him struggle for only a few seconds before pulling all the way out of his mouth…a thick strand of throat phlem stretched between my cock and his lips.
Me: “Stay down… you are ok!”
NMT was still on his back, but he had spun around so that his feet were at the edge of the bed where his head hung just a moment ago, and he was fast trying to scoot away from me to the other side of the bed and freedom. As he scrambled, I caught his left ankle in my right hand, and a second later captured his other ankle in my left hand. With one strong pull, I had his bare ass at the edge of the bed, almost perfectly aligned with my phlem covered cock head.
NMT was looking at me with panic in his eyes.
Me: “Breath….settle down…this is what you came here for”
NMT continued to stare at me, but as my words sunk in, his body became a little less tense.
NMT: “I need the poppers Sir”
Me: “That is fine…go ahead”
NMT bent forward and retrieved the poppers that he brought with him and set on the night stand next to the bed. I let him take about four big pulls on that popper bottle while I lubed his hole and then my cock. Once he had the cap back on the popper bottle, I drew his legs up and pushed them to his chest, giving me full access to his hole. I placed the head of my cock at his hole and then pressed into him with a strong steady push until the head of my cock was past his ring. It was my intention to hold there for about a minute until his hole completely dilated, but I swear, NMT was making this sound…it was a cross between a guttural grunt and I higher pitched whimper…that coupled with the closed eyes and the look of struggle on his face was too much…I had to fuck the shit out of him.
The first five strokes were rough and painful for us both. Lets just say that I knew he was telling the truth when he said that he usually Tops. While he was no virgin, his ass was damn close to it…the boy was mega tight for those first five strokes. Thankfully, beyond that, he his hole gave in to the battering of my cock and opened to the point where it was enjoyable for me. I don’t think NMT started enjoying it until around stroke twenty and after his second big hit of poppers.
I cant really tell you how long I fucked him because I slipped completely into the dark side where I just got lost in the sight, sound, smell and feel of the moment…of the fuck. It honestly is like I go into this zone…I could hear NMT, and I can see NMT but the only things that registered were sounds and sights that spur me on to more and more aggressiveness…the sounds and sights of struggle…of being taken…hard.
After a while there was a rhythm…NMT’s legs were pinned to his chest by my entire upper body which was resting completely on top of him and my head was next to his…his mouth was against my left ear…with every down stroke NMT grunted…as I recoiled for another thrust he made that higher pitched whiny sound…his hole was completely open to me…he felt great on my cock…his arms were wrapped around me and his finger nails dug into my muscular back as my cock continued to assault his hole. Usually I move the bottom around to all sorts of different positions…but not NMT…not this time…I was single focused…drilling his hole. I had applied lube only once at the beginning, but after awhile, he was so wet with ass mucus that his ass cheeks and my balls were sloppy wet as well.
Even later in this continuous ass drilling, the grunting and whining stopped and NMT was all but totally limp. The only sound left was the sticky slap of my balls on his ass. Then NMT, turned his mouth directly to my ear and whispered
NMT: “Please Sir…Make me YOURS! Please Sir”
In all truth, I was very near ready to cum anyway…but when he said that in my hear…in a masculine, yet submissive tone…FUCK MAN…that put me right over the top and I loaded him up with a weeks worth of cum.
As soon as I pulled out of him, I went down on him and he tried to stop me saying
NMT: “No…Sir…I usually cant cum when I bottom… I don’t think I can”
Turning my body so that my wet and dripping cock was near his face, I said
Me: “ I want you to look at my cock and think about what this fat cock has just done to your hole”
Then I began to suck him once again. Within 30 seconds he was hard in my mouth. Then I took hold of his right index finger and brought it to his own gaping hole that was now leaking my thick cum. As his fingers became covered in cum, he shot a massive load in my mouth.
After swallowing his load, I laid back on the bed. NMT instantly put his head on my chest and cuddled up next to me as if he was entitled or something…after the ass drilling I gave him… I guess he was. We actually laid there and talked for about forty-five minutes. Then he was going to get up and go, but he started kissing me again…he got a second load…I just love cummy hole!
He is not my type at all. He is 6’1”, 32” waist, and blond hair turning pre-maturely gray at 36 years old. We had a nice, direct and to the point chat where he actually made the first critical move by saying
NMT: “I am usually the top, but something about you make me want bottom for you”
It is not like I have not heard that one before…and 9 times out of 10, I simply let them down gently and continue my hunt for “The Cable Guy” type man who is willing…or not so willing… to take my fat black cock hard and bare up his butt until it spits my cum deep in his guts. I guess NMT was number 10. There was just something about him…about the chat… about how he is an older twink that usually fucks younger twinks…something made me say “Yes” this time and set a fuck-date for Saturday afternoon..
Now don’t get me wrong…NMT is plenty cute…stable…professional gay man who obviously knows his way around Macy’s judging from his rather expensively stylish, yet age appropriate name brand jeans, boots, and polo pull-over sweater and complementary colored dress shirt underneath. His hair was professionally styled, but not over-done…if anything… it trended toward the conservative side.
I honestly did not know what to expect…did not know if my cock would respond fully knowing that his guy is not the type that usually gets me hard.
Trepidations notwithstanding, I instantly started to feel that it would all work out when he knocked on my door at the precise agreed upon time. Gotta love a man with a watch and who plans accordingly!
I opened the door and he came right in…no hesitation…confident, at that point anyway.
We made about 20 seconds worth of small talk, and then I moved in and kissed him. BINGO! What a great fuckin kisser! My dick became rock hard instantly, and mister “I usually top” actually melted into my arms. Not only was he a great kisser, but he was hungry for it…kissing me harder and harder…totally into it which just made my dick harder and harder.
While making out like there is no tomorrow is when shades of the dark-side began to come out. If you have been following this blog then you know that I am trying to suppress the dark-side…keep in manageable…under control. I can’t really say what the trigger was here…the difference in our size…the way he abandon his “Top” side and went totally submissive when I kissed him…the simple fact that I had not had any ass in two weeks…or all of these things together. All I knew at that point was that there would be no suppressing the dark side that day. I was already lost in it.
Taking my tongue out of his mouth, I grabbed him by his full crotch with my right hand and pull him along to the bedroom.
Standing by the bed, I told him to “Get Naked” while I retrieved the lube and some cum towels from the dresser. He was about half naked when I returned to his side. I opened my pants, fished out my fat daddy cock and began stroking it while I watched him strip the rest of the way. His undressing slowed noticeably once he saw my cock, but he continued. Later on as he laid next to me with his butt full of cum, he told me that he slowed down undressing because he was actually trying to think of a way to back out.
Once NMT was naked, he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs together looking like a nervous ten year old boy about to get a whipping from his old man.
I just let him sit there and stew a bit while I got naked, and then I made him lay on the bed with his head hanging over the edge. Once into position, I gently rubbed the fat head of my cock over his lips.
Me: “Open”
He did so tentatively and I put about half my cock in his mouth. He began sucking me slowly at first. After about a minute he was feeling more comfortable and started to suck with abandon…that is when I jammed my cock into the back of his throat, and held it there. His head was pinned between my body and the mattress, but the rest of his body literally came up off the bed, and flapped all around trying to get my cock out of his throat so that he could breath again. I let him struggle for only a few seconds before pulling all the way out of his mouth…a thick strand of throat phlem stretched between my cock and his lips.
Me: “Stay down… you are ok!”
NMT was still on his back, but he had spun around so that his feet were at the edge of the bed where his head hung just a moment ago, and he was fast trying to scoot away from me to the other side of the bed and freedom. As he scrambled, I caught his left ankle in my right hand, and a second later captured his other ankle in my left hand. With one strong pull, I had his bare ass at the edge of the bed, almost perfectly aligned with my phlem covered cock head.
NMT was looking at me with panic in his eyes.
Me: “Breath….settle down…this is what you came here for”
NMT continued to stare at me, but as my words sunk in, his body became a little less tense.
NMT: “I need the poppers Sir”
Me: “That is fine…go ahead”
NMT bent forward and retrieved the poppers that he brought with him and set on the night stand next to the bed. I let him take about four big pulls on that popper bottle while I lubed his hole and then my cock. Once he had the cap back on the popper bottle, I drew his legs up and pushed them to his chest, giving me full access to his hole. I placed the head of my cock at his hole and then pressed into him with a strong steady push until the head of my cock was past his ring. It was my intention to hold there for about a minute until his hole completely dilated, but I swear, NMT was making this sound…it was a cross between a guttural grunt and I higher pitched whimper…that coupled with the closed eyes and the look of struggle on his face was too much…I had to fuck the shit out of him.
The first five strokes were rough and painful for us both. Lets just say that I knew he was telling the truth when he said that he usually Tops. While he was no virgin, his ass was damn close to it…the boy was mega tight for those first five strokes. Thankfully, beyond that, he his hole gave in to the battering of my cock and opened to the point where it was enjoyable for me. I don’t think NMT started enjoying it until around stroke twenty and after his second big hit of poppers.
I cant really tell you how long I fucked him because I slipped completely into the dark side where I just got lost in the sight, sound, smell and feel of the moment…of the fuck. It honestly is like I go into this zone…I could hear NMT, and I can see NMT but the only things that registered were sounds and sights that spur me on to more and more aggressiveness…the sounds and sights of struggle…of being taken…hard.
After a while there was a rhythm…NMT’s legs were pinned to his chest by my entire upper body which was resting completely on top of him and my head was next to his…his mouth was against my left ear…with every down stroke NMT grunted…as I recoiled for another thrust he made that higher pitched whiny sound…his hole was completely open to me…he felt great on my cock…his arms were wrapped around me and his finger nails dug into my muscular back as my cock continued to assault his hole. Usually I move the bottom around to all sorts of different positions…but not NMT…not this time…I was single focused…drilling his hole. I had applied lube only once at the beginning, but after awhile, he was so wet with ass mucus that his ass cheeks and my balls were sloppy wet as well.
Even later in this continuous ass drilling, the grunting and whining stopped and NMT was all but totally limp. The only sound left was the sticky slap of my balls on his ass. Then NMT, turned his mouth directly to my ear and whispered
NMT: “Please Sir…Make me YOURS! Please Sir”
In all truth, I was very near ready to cum anyway…but when he said that in my hear…in a masculine, yet submissive tone…FUCK MAN…that put me right over the top and I loaded him up with a weeks worth of cum.
As soon as I pulled out of him, I went down on him and he tried to stop me saying
NMT: “No…Sir…I usually cant cum when I bottom… I don’t think I can”
Turning my body so that my wet and dripping cock was near his face, I said
Me: “ I want you to look at my cock and think about what this fat cock has just done to your hole”
Then I began to suck him once again. Within 30 seconds he was hard in my mouth. Then I took hold of his right index finger and brought it to his own gaping hole that was now leaking my thick cum. As his fingers became covered in cum, he shot a massive load in my mouth.
After swallowing his load, I laid back on the bed. NMT instantly put his head on my chest and cuddled up next to me as if he was entitled or something…after the ass drilling I gave him… I guess he was. We actually laid there and talked for about forty-five minutes. Then he was going to get up and go, but he started kissing me again…he got a second load…I just love cummy hole!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
First Fuck Guest Post....John
Another reader tells his true story about being fucked for the first time. Please send me your First Fuck Story or First Bareback Fuck Story. I am also writing and editing a couple more of my recent encounters so stay tuned.
blk4whtass@live.com
Hello Sir,
I've just started reading your blog and am enjoying it very much. I
like the detail you include beyond just the sex, so there's that for
you. I'll confess you scare the hell out of me. The stories where you
"go to the dark side" I find scary as hell. I'll admit I jack off to
your stories and like the fantasy of brutal sex but the practice is
something else entirely.
Several years ago I was bareback raped by my partner at the time. He
had been accusing me of cheating etc. But the brutality of the fuck
really effected me and I've been a hesitant bottom ever since. The
story I'm giving you here is not that one but the first time I was
ever fucked. I have been writing up my stories trying to sort through
my feelings and I guess it's time to share.
You requested our first time stories and this is the first time I was
fucked. Previously in my teens two guys had attempted but they were
just not doing it and I was tighter than a nun so it wasn't till I was
eighteen that I first became a man. I've changed his name and I guess
John is common enough so do what you think is right. I trust you. I
hope you enjoy it. Respectfully, John
This is the true story of my first fuck from when I first moved to
Minneapolis for
college. I was 18 and had a shared apartment in the "gay"
neighborhood of Loring Park. This was '82 and the park had a
reputation of being really cruisy. I was a little intimidated but made
a point of being out and about. Loved seeing all the hot guys around
and was almost always in a state of high excitement.
One night while I was hanging in the park I saw a guy that was my
"type." He was prob about 42 or so, kind of scruffy beard, big arms and shoulders. He had a little gut, but so did I. He was wearing faded tight jeans, maroon
t-shirt with leather vest over it and big work boots. I was really
attracted to him but didn't know how to proceed. He was walking
around the pond and towards me. I didn't want him to just pass and
thought I may just get a better look at him so I went up the grassy
bank a little and sat down, just casual, looking out over the water. It
was early autumn and was just starting to get dark. Now it happened
that the place I had picked was just above a bench facing away from
the water and across the path up the hill. He takes a seat on the
bench, very casual himself and just looks around. He wasn't paying much
attention to me right away, just lit a cigarette, leaned his arm on
the back of the bench and relaxed. I was going nuts. His biceps had
bulged out over the back rest and I could see his hairy armpit. I had
to do something. I had been laying back on my elbows with my knees up.
He was directly in front of me. I waited for him to glance my way,
and boldly grabbed my crotch. It was the right thing to do. He eased
himself off the bench and started my way.
"What's up?"
"Just hangin'," My heart was racing but I was trying to be so cool. I
fancied myself some kind of a punk in those days so had gelled up hair
and combo of vintage clothes, fatigue pants, and combat boots.
He sat right next to me and started to chat. His name was Gene, he
lived in the neighborhood. If I wasn't busy did I want to come over
for a Beer?
We walked a couple blocks to his building. He had a small apartment,
one room with a kitchen. Bed in the main room and like a round sofa
lounger thing in the middle. There was a Colt calendar on the wall I
remember staring at. He got me a beer and we talked about school, his
work, if I was seeing anyone. I had been siting on the bed and he lay
down next to me. He touched the side of my face and brought me in for
a kiss. I could see he was getting hard and I was already there.
"Let's get naked" very direct.
His chest was as hairy as mine and his cock was a little bigger than
mine with some foreskin. He'd been cut but the doctor had been kind
and left him a little something to play with. He took my cock in his
mouth, it felt cool with the beer and startled me. He pushed me down
and positioned himself between my legs. He sucked my cock easily,
rubbing my balls with his thumb, then reached up to tweak my nipples.
When his head would bob up I could see his cock, rock hard and
dripping. I was in love with pre-cum (still am) I slid around till I was under him with my cock in his face and his starting to drip in my open mouth. I went down to his base being careful of my teeth and gaged a little. I was getting real close to cumming and pulled him off my
cock. He knew what was going on and backed off a little then pushed up
a bit and started rimming me. I love having my ass eaten and he was
very good. My cock was bouncing off his chest hair and he had started a
real comfortable mouth fuck on me. As I relaxed more he was able to
push into my throat a little. I could tell he didn't want to hurt me
but he was moaning and loving what he was doing.
He started to tense-up after awhile. He pulled off my ass, grabbed my
cock strait up and took it down to the base. He was moaning and the
vibration was making my cock throb. He started fingering my hole and
thrusting more aggressively. I was cumming and he came at the same
time. I was flying. My whole body was vibrating. His cum was sweet,
and salty and there was a lot of it. He kind of collapsed on me and we lay like that for a while soaking in the heat of each other, basking in the afterglow. His cock was dripping down my neck still half hard so we
twisted around laying next to each other. I had my head in the crook
of his arm nuzzling his chest and just laying close. He was idly
playing my nipple and leaning down for little kisses.
He smelled great, all sweaty and manly. I could smell a little of his
funky crotch clinging to my lips. I started getting hard again and he
kind of laughed. He sat me up on his chest and started sucking me. He
asked if I could come again. "ya, no problem." He lifted my ass up to
angle me into his mouth better. He was reaching back and playing with
my hole. His fingers were thick and calloused with very short
fingernails and felt great just teasing my hairy opening.
We both came again that night and I slept over. In the morning I woke
him with a blow job. Then he did me again while I was getting dressed.
We hooked up every few days after that. He was a great and patient
lover. We never went anywhere or did anything but sex. He loved
playing with my ass and asked me if I like to get fucked. I told him
I'd never done that before and he laughed like I was kidding. He put a
towel on the sofa thing and had me lay over it. He gave me a bottle of
poppers, got some lube and condoms and got on his knees behind me. He
pulled my cock down so it was hanging over the edge of the sofa and
started to lick my hole. He was using lots of spit and taking his
time, fucking me with his tongue and spreading me with his fingers.
He'd push his face deep into me, working his tongue around, feeling up
my back and then down my sides getting my whole body involved. I was
so into it.
He stood up and lay across my back kissing my neck. I turned and we
kissed deeply as he ground his hard dick along my crack. I could feel his pre-cum getting me slick as he whispered into my ear, asking me how I was feeling and did he feel good on me. He went back down on his knees and started licking from my cock-head all the way up past my balls into my hole again. He kept up his riming until I was pushing back to meet him, opening up.
"Fuck me."
"Are you sure?'
"Yes, Please! Fuck me."
He licked my ass some more then started working some lube into me.
While he put on the condom he told me to take a hit of poppers, then
he started to enter me. I was feeling so open to him and could feel
his fat head stretching me. He eased off, ran more lube over my hole
and started entering me again. I took another hit and felt his head
pop in. He paused rubbing my sides and inner thighs. I could feel his
heat and pulse. I pushed back a little and felt more of him slip in.
He told me I was doing great. How did it feel? "Full, Good" I panted. It stung but I wanted it.
"You want more?'I answered by pushing slowly all the way back until I felt his pubes on my crack. He took a hit of poppers, gave me another one and very gently pulled a little out.
"Ahh"
"you ok?"
"Yes, go"
He stared a slow fuck into me, pulling a little further out each time
and picking up speed. Suddenly I was in heaven. He grabbed me by my calves and pulled me up flat on my stomach. He lay across my back and went in at a different angle. He was kissing my neck and pulling my shoulders back to him. He really stared to fuck. I could feel our sweat slipping between us and hear his balls and thighs slapping against me. I raised my ass a little and he groaned and thrust deeper and harder. Then I came. My ass must have been squeezing his cock because he went stiff over me and I could feel his spasms too. I shot such a huge load it was all over the sofa and towel.
He lay on my back, both of us catching our breath. He slipped out of
me and tossed the condom.
We fucked a few more times after that and tried a lot of different
positions. Again he was a patient teacher but I never felt anything as
great as that first time.
A weeks latter he told me he couldn't see me anymore. He was in
treatment for sex addiction and his counselor told him even one
partner was holding up his progress. I called him a few times but we
never did hook up again. I saw him getting off a bus 15 years latter.
He looked tired and didn't seem to notice me. Kind of sad.
Sorry that was so long. I got into the memory and just went for it.
Haven't thought of him in years but you never forget your first do you?
blk4whtass@live.com
Hello Sir,
I've just started reading your blog and am enjoying it very much. I
like the detail you include beyond just the sex, so there's that for
you. I'll confess you scare the hell out of me. The stories where you
"go to the dark side" I find scary as hell. I'll admit I jack off to
your stories and like the fantasy of brutal sex but the practice is
something else entirely.
Several years ago I was bareback raped by my partner at the time. He
had been accusing me of cheating etc. But the brutality of the fuck
really effected me and I've been a hesitant bottom ever since. The
story I'm giving you here is not that one but the first time I was
ever fucked. I have been writing up my stories trying to sort through
my feelings and I guess it's time to share.
You requested our first time stories and this is the first time I was
fucked. Previously in my teens two guys had attempted but they were
just not doing it and I was tighter than a nun so it wasn't till I was
eighteen that I first became a man. I've changed his name and I guess
John is common enough so do what you think is right. I trust you. I
hope you enjoy it. Respectfully, John
This is the true story of my first fuck from when I first moved to
Minneapolis for
college. I was 18 and had a shared apartment in the "gay"
neighborhood of Loring Park. This was '82 and the park had a
reputation of being really cruisy. I was a little intimidated but made
a point of being out and about. Loved seeing all the hot guys around
and was almost always in a state of high excitement.
One night while I was hanging in the park I saw a guy that was my
"type." He was prob about 42 or so, kind of scruffy beard, big arms and shoulders. He had a little gut, but so did I. He was wearing faded tight jeans, maroon
t-shirt with leather vest over it and big work boots. I was really
attracted to him but didn't know how to proceed. He was walking
around the pond and towards me. I didn't want him to just pass and
thought I may just get a better look at him so I went up the grassy
bank a little and sat down, just casual, looking out over the water. It
was early autumn and was just starting to get dark. Now it happened
that the place I had picked was just above a bench facing away from
the water and across the path up the hill. He takes a seat on the
bench, very casual himself and just looks around. He wasn't paying much
attention to me right away, just lit a cigarette, leaned his arm on
the back of the bench and relaxed. I was going nuts. His biceps had
bulged out over the back rest and I could see his hairy armpit. I had
to do something. I had been laying back on my elbows with my knees up.
He was directly in front of me. I waited for him to glance my way,
and boldly grabbed my crotch. It was the right thing to do. He eased
himself off the bench and started my way.
"What's up?"
"Just hangin'," My heart was racing but I was trying to be so cool. I
fancied myself some kind of a punk in those days so had gelled up hair
and combo of vintage clothes, fatigue pants, and combat boots.
He sat right next to me and started to chat. His name was Gene, he
lived in the neighborhood. If I wasn't busy did I want to come over
for a Beer?
We walked a couple blocks to his building. He had a small apartment,
one room with a kitchen. Bed in the main room and like a round sofa
lounger thing in the middle. There was a Colt calendar on the wall I
remember staring at. He got me a beer and we talked about school, his
work, if I was seeing anyone. I had been siting on the bed and he lay
down next to me. He touched the side of my face and brought me in for
a kiss. I could see he was getting hard and I was already there.
"Let's get naked" very direct.
His chest was as hairy as mine and his cock was a little bigger than
mine with some foreskin. He'd been cut but the doctor had been kind
and left him a little something to play with. He took my cock in his
mouth, it felt cool with the beer and startled me. He pushed me down
and positioned himself between my legs. He sucked my cock easily,
rubbing my balls with his thumb, then reached up to tweak my nipples.
When his head would bob up I could see his cock, rock hard and
dripping. I was in love with pre-cum (still am) I slid around till I was under him with my cock in his face and his starting to drip in my open mouth. I went down to his base being careful of my teeth and gaged a little. I was getting real close to cumming and pulled him off my
cock. He knew what was going on and backed off a little then pushed up
a bit and started rimming me. I love having my ass eaten and he was
very good. My cock was bouncing off his chest hair and he had started a
real comfortable mouth fuck on me. As I relaxed more he was able to
push into my throat a little. I could tell he didn't want to hurt me
but he was moaning and loving what he was doing.
He started to tense-up after awhile. He pulled off my ass, grabbed my
cock strait up and took it down to the base. He was moaning and the
vibration was making my cock throb. He started fingering my hole and
thrusting more aggressively. I was cumming and he came at the same
time. I was flying. My whole body was vibrating. His cum was sweet,
and salty and there was a lot of it. He kind of collapsed on me and we lay like that for a while soaking in the heat of each other, basking in the afterglow. His cock was dripping down my neck still half hard so we
twisted around laying next to each other. I had my head in the crook
of his arm nuzzling his chest and just laying close. He was idly
playing my nipple and leaning down for little kisses.
He smelled great, all sweaty and manly. I could smell a little of his
funky crotch clinging to my lips. I started getting hard again and he
kind of laughed. He sat me up on his chest and started sucking me. He
asked if I could come again. "ya, no problem." He lifted my ass up to
angle me into his mouth better. He was reaching back and playing with
my hole. His fingers were thick and calloused with very short
fingernails and felt great just teasing my hairy opening.
We both came again that night and I slept over. In the morning I woke
him with a blow job. Then he did me again while I was getting dressed.
We hooked up every few days after that. He was a great and patient
lover. We never went anywhere or did anything but sex. He loved
playing with my ass and asked me if I like to get fucked. I told him
I'd never done that before and he laughed like I was kidding. He put a
towel on the sofa thing and had me lay over it. He gave me a bottle of
poppers, got some lube and condoms and got on his knees behind me. He
pulled my cock down so it was hanging over the edge of the sofa and
started to lick my hole. He was using lots of spit and taking his
time, fucking me with his tongue and spreading me with his fingers.
He'd push his face deep into me, working his tongue around, feeling up
my back and then down my sides getting my whole body involved. I was
so into it.
He stood up and lay across my back kissing my neck. I turned and we
kissed deeply as he ground his hard dick along my crack. I could feel his pre-cum getting me slick as he whispered into my ear, asking me how I was feeling and did he feel good on me. He went back down on his knees and started licking from my cock-head all the way up past my balls into my hole again. He kept up his riming until I was pushing back to meet him, opening up.
"Fuck me."
"Are you sure?'
"Yes, Please! Fuck me."
He licked my ass some more then started working some lube into me.
While he put on the condom he told me to take a hit of poppers, then
he started to enter me. I was feeling so open to him and could feel
his fat head stretching me. He eased off, ran more lube over my hole
and started entering me again. I took another hit and felt his head
pop in. He paused rubbing my sides and inner thighs. I could feel his
heat and pulse. I pushed back a little and felt more of him slip in.
He told me I was doing great. How did it feel? "Full, Good" I panted. It stung but I wanted it.
"You want more?'I answered by pushing slowly all the way back until I felt his pubes on my crack. He took a hit of poppers, gave me another one and very gently pulled a little out.
"Ahh"
"you ok?"
"Yes, go"
He stared a slow fuck into me, pulling a little further out each time
and picking up speed. Suddenly I was in heaven. He grabbed me by my calves and pulled me up flat on my stomach. He lay across my back and went in at a different angle. He was kissing my neck and pulling my shoulders back to him. He really stared to fuck. I could feel our sweat slipping between us and hear his balls and thighs slapping against me. I raised my ass a little and he groaned and thrust deeper and harder. Then I came. My ass must have been squeezing his cock because he went stiff over me and I could feel his spasms too. I shot such a huge load it was all over the sofa and towel.
He lay on my back, both of us catching our breath. He slipped out of
me and tossed the condom.
We fucked a few more times after that and tried a lot of different
positions. Again he was a patient teacher but I never felt anything as
great as that first time.
A weeks latter he told me he couldn't see me anymore. He was in
treatment for sex addiction and his counselor told him even one
partner was holding up his progress. I called him a few times but we
never did hook up again. I saw him getting off a bus 15 years latter.
He looked tired and didn't seem to notice me. Kind of sad.
Sorry that was so long. I got into the memory and just went for it.
Haven't thought of him in years but you never forget your first do you?
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Another Confession: James
I originally decided that I was not going to write about this encounter because I again have to confess going over to the dark-side. Because, I literally thought for an entire weekend that I had fucked up and would lose everything that I had worked so hard to achieve. Because it involves someone that I work with and I usually only write about tricks that I will likely never see again. Because I still do not fully understand why I took the risk I took and why I became so angry with the person who was just trying to tell me that he too is gay.
Over the years I have worked with him on several occasions on several different assignments. From the first time we were assigned to the same project team, there was something between us. I absolutely hate the term “Gaydar” and refuse to call it that. It was just something about the way in which we interacted…the way he would catch me staring at him and he would refuse to look away until I did…yet still, nothing was ever said.
James falls perfectly within my wheelhouse of what I like. He is in his early 40’s, dark brown close crop almost military hair cut. Probably and even 6’ tall and somewhere between a 36” and 38” waist depending upon the cut of the pants. He as a slight mid-section but he also has muscle definition in his arms, shoulders and chest. Having had seen him several times changing and in the shower, his hairy chest with a “happy trail” leading into his groin and slightly above average cut cock has always provided me with ample jack-off fader.
Even though there has always been this unmistakable…thing…between us, neither one of us ever acted on it or said anything that was in anyway unprofessional or inappropriate, at work or elsewhere. One reason for this…on my part anyway… was the bright gold wedding band on his finger. From common chit chat I knew that James was married and had a kid…a daughter I believe.
All of this changed several months back. Originally, I heard through the work grapevine that James was taking a transfer to the Seattle Office. Then a few weeks after that I happened to see James at one of our mandatory meeting, which was strange if he was now working out of Seattle. I asked a buddy of mine next to me about it and he had heard that that all fell threw for some personal reasons. Later that day, I noticed that James was no longer wearing his wedding ring. Putting two and two together I figured that the personal reason was a pending divorce.
A few months ago, James and I were assigned to a short project with a few others. When I had the chance I asked him
Me: “How is the family…well I hope”
James: “Yes, but my wife and I have divorced and she has taken a new job on the West Coast”
Me: “I am so sorry to hear that…must be hard on the little one”
James: “Well she seems to be coping well. She says she likes having a home on each coast”
Like most guys when talking about sensitive subjects, this entire conversation took place with minimal eye contact, but when I said:
Me: “Well we will have to get together for a beer… or something soon then”
As soon as I said this, James looked me straight in the eyes saying nothing for a moment…just looking at me as if he were trying to decide if I was just talking and being polite, or if I were making a loaded statement. After his silence had be come somewhat awkward, he said
James: “Umm Yeah we will have to do that some time”
And then he walked away.
Actually, I was just being polite, but his reaction gave me pause and I once again began to wonder…is he…or isn’t he?
A couple of weeks later I ran into him at work on a Friday afternoon. I made a snap decision to go for it and asked him if he had plans that night. He said no, so I invited him over to my place for pizza and beer since the house mate was gone for the weekend. Again, he paused giving me that nervous look before saying
James: “Okay…about 1900 hrs?”
Me: “Perfect…I think we should get to know each other better”
Pause…
James: “Umm Okay… see you later then”
I don’t know folks… you tell me… I thought I was pretty direct and struck an appropriate balance between being cordial and suggestive. I mean I think most would see that invitation as something more than just drinking buddies hanging out… or maybe not.
True to form, James showed up right at 1900 hrs. He brought some high end beer and was looking very sexy in just a plain t-shirt and blue jeans…just your average regular hot man.
I directed him to the couch and gave him a beer. I made a point of making eye contact with him and holding it. We did not say anything for like a full minute…just stared at each other…AGAIN FOLKS, yet another indication that he knew exactly what was going down.
At this point I was hard as a rock and it was obvious. I looked down at my crotch so that he would do the same… and he did…but said nothing, just returned to staring at me though his legs were spread a part and he held his beer bottle with both hands in the middle of his crotch…I think to hide his own boner.
Still without saying a word, I stepped between his legs and began to unbuckle my belt. I swear he looked like the proverbial deer stuck in the headlights. Just as I was pulling down my sipper James snapped back out of his trance…jumped up off the couch and said
James: “You have the wrong idea about me…I mean I am straight dude… I’m not….ya know”
He said all of this while he made a beeline for the door.
I literally kicked my own ass for the rest of the night. How could I be so incredibly stupid? Coming on to a Straight guy…that I work with!!! All that night and all the next day, all I could imagine was James telling everyone at work what happened. I envisioned be fired for sexual harassment and brought up on charges. Without a doubt, it was right up there with the worst 48 hours of my life.
I repeatedly called James’ cell leaving messages apologizing for my huge mistake, although my pride would not allow me to ask him to keep it between us…I mean…I own my actions and accept the consequences for those actions.
At 1000 hrs Sunday morning I am sitting in my robe in front of the tv only half watching Sunday Morning with Charles…whoever…and there is a knock at my door. I have to admit, I had a moment of panic…I thought I would have at least one more day before the shit hit the fan and all hell broke lose. When I opened the door, there stood James in that same t-shirt and jeans from Friday night. I stood there holding the door open…staring at him… prepared for the barrage of insults…anger…threats. All he said was
James: “May I come in?”
Me: “For what… to make me feel even more like a shit-head?”
Whit that, James stepped in the door, carefully closed the door behind him, turned back to me and kissed me full on the mouth…tongue and all. To say I was in shock does not even begin to cover it.
When he broke the kiss he said
James: “I have thought about doing that for about two years now”
After a moment or two, my shock was replaced with rage!
Me: “DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKIN IDEA THE SHEAR HELL YOU HAVE PUT ME THROUGH THE LAST TWO FUCKIN DAYS!”
I swear my fists were balled up and I was about to through a punch. Sensing this, James put his palms up and slowly stepped back saying
James: “Yes I do, but give me a break…You have to remember what it was like when you first…finally admitted to yourself that you like guys! That shit aint easy…so I have been going through just as much fuckin shit as you!”
I was not appeased and I had now backed him into a corner
James: “Look, we both know why I am here…so you can either beat the shit out of me or fuck the shit out of me…but you are not going to do both…so which is it?”
I have to give James credit here…in our job we are all trained and highly skilled at defusing tense/aggressive situations…this was straight out of the text book and it worked. I snapped off my robe revealing a fat black cock that was…I kid you not…as hard as fuckin steel. I don’t know if it was the attraction, the emotion of the situation, the shear relief of what I had been stewing about all weekend or all of the above, whatever it was I was crazy horny and hard.
As my robe hit the ground I issued a one word command
Me: “Follow!”
I led James to my bedroom. Once there I went straight to the night stand and pulled out my cock-ring and the high end lube. I had no idea if James had ever been fucked before, if he was clean or dirty or what…at that moment I could give a flying fuck…I was going to take out all of my frustration and emotion on his ass. The cock-ring is significant. A cock-ring on my fat cock simply makes it a battering ram…for a long time!
By the time I turned back to James, he was down to just his white gym socks and a 6.5” hard-on.
As I pushed him down on the as yet unmade bed, he saw that look in my face… he saw the dark-side and he started to say something like “Please don’t hurt me” or “Please go slow”, but he was cut of half way through the word “Please” as I slapped him hard across the face.
I waited for a response… I waited for him to swing back…I wanted to fight… I wanted to fuck him up…then fuck…him up the ass! But instead of swinging back he held my gaze for a moment and then simply turned over offering up his very hot and slightly hairy hole…Just like he said downstairs “…you are not going to do both!”
Again, like a true pro, this simple act decelerated my aggression a bit more. Oh I am still pissed off, but now I am again focused on fucking rather than fighting.
I swear I dumped a half a bottle of lube in his ass and took a good ten minutes just work my way up to three fingers in his ass. It usually take four fingers to open a hole large enough to take my fat cock, but I wanted this to hurt. I lined up my battering ram and with one hard thrust was able to get about half way into him. Needless to say, this hurt him a great deal and all measures of decorum and defusing went out the window. At this point we were fuck-fighting.
After that first thrust, James did everything he could to get away and he almost did a couple of times. But, after a minute or so I was able to regain leverage and thrust again…this time making it about three quarters of the way in. James was yelling at the top of his lungs in pain, throwing elbow back trying to knock me off him but I rode him like a bronco. With my dick as hard as it was and fortified with tight cock-ring all I had to do is keep the pressure up. With every squirm and attempt to get away, my cock sunk a little further. After about a full two minutes of this, I was balls deep in his ass and the fight in him was dwindling so he moved less but his mouth picked up the slack calling me every name in the book…I was particularly proud of
James: “Get that Nigger Dick Out Of Me…You killing me you Black Son of A Bitch!”
And this one a bit later
James: “Don’t you dare shoot that Monkey Juice In Me!”
But by this time he uttered that last one, the racial slurring had become part of the scene…in that we were both egging each other on with the most vulgar and demeaning language that we could come up with. Normally I am not down with such language but some how…for some reason…it fit here and made the fuck incredibly hotter!
Me: “Who’s the Nigger!...Who’s the Nigger…you the Nigger after I fill you white belly full of my black babies”
James: “Oh…Fuck Yes…DO IT…DO IT!”
I swear I shot a pint of cum up his ass
Me: “Uunnnaaa…Unnnaa…Unnnaas Yeah…Yeah….take that Nigger load you filthy White Bitch”
With the cock-ring I stayed hard and well after I was done dumping my load up his ass I kept fucking him and rolled us both over onto our side so that he could get to his cock.
Me: “You hear that…You hear me churning all of that cum up in your ass…hear how wet you are with my cum bitch”
That was all it took…James shot a massive load…I mean MASSIVE…as in he must not have cum in a month, all over my bed sheets.
Needless to say, we were both extremely exhausted. I don’t think either one of has slept all weekend. Once my cock finally slipped out of his ass, I reached down and pulled the sheets and covers over us and we promptly fell asleep.
I woke up around noon to find James already awake and staring up at the ceiling. Again, I am no psychologist but I know a man who needs to talk some things through when I see one. I got up and fetched us a couple of bottled waters from the upstairs frig and we stayed in bed and just talked until about 4:00. I am not going to go into that conversation here…all of you reading this who have “Come Out” already know the conversation chapter and verse. At 4:30 we fucked again but in a much more tame fashion.
Under the umbrella of full disclosure, I only decided to write this story last night after watching my first episode of …I hate to admitted it but after so much pressure from all of the gay people I know, I finally watched my first episode of “Glee”. Okay Okay it was not bad…not great and I don’t think I will make a habit of it…but not bad. Anyway it was the episode where the gay kid confronts his bully oppressor and the bully ends up kissing him…basically revealing that he too is gay.
After watching that show I was sitting there thinking about how hard it is for us to really be who we are especially after we have invested so much in trying to convince others and ourselves that we are something that we are not. At that point I decided that I am ready to write this very true story. To this day I still do not know why I was so angry when James basically said “Hey, I am just like you.” I know this is a very long story, but if you have any thoughts…please share.
Oh Yeah, before you ask…no James and I have not fucked again…I think the first fuck ruined the potential for fuck buddies, but we are very good friends.
Over the years I have worked with him on several occasions on several different assignments. From the first time we were assigned to the same project team, there was something between us. I absolutely hate the term “Gaydar” and refuse to call it that. It was just something about the way in which we interacted…the way he would catch me staring at him and he would refuse to look away until I did…yet still, nothing was ever said.
James falls perfectly within my wheelhouse of what I like. He is in his early 40’s, dark brown close crop almost military hair cut. Probably and even 6’ tall and somewhere between a 36” and 38” waist depending upon the cut of the pants. He as a slight mid-section but he also has muscle definition in his arms, shoulders and chest. Having had seen him several times changing and in the shower, his hairy chest with a “happy trail” leading into his groin and slightly above average cut cock has always provided me with ample jack-off fader.
Even though there has always been this unmistakable…thing…between us, neither one of us ever acted on it or said anything that was in anyway unprofessional or inappropriate, at work or elsewhere. One reason for this…on my part anyway… was the bright gold wedding band on his finger. From common chit chat I knew that James was married and had a kid…a daughter I believe.
All of this changed several months back. Originally, I heard through the work grapevine that James was taking a transfer to the Seattle Office. Then a few weeks after that I happened to see James at one of our mandatory meeting, which was strange if he was now working out of Seattle. I asked a buddy of mine next to me about it and he had heard that that all fell threw for some personal reasons. Later that day, I noticed that James was no longer wearing his wedding ring. Putting two and two together I figured that the personal reason was a pending divorce.
A few months ago, James and I were assigned to a short project with a few others. When I had the chance I asked him
Me: “How is the family…well I hope”
James: “Yes, but my wife and I have divorced and she has taken a new job on the West Coast”
Me: “I am so sorry to hear that…must be hard on the little one”
James: “Well she seems to be coping well. She says she likes having a home on each coast”
Like most guys when talking about sensitive subjects, this entire conversation took place with minimal eye contact, but when I said:
Me: “Well we will have to get together for a beer… or something soon then”
As soon as I said this, James looked me straight in the eyes saying nothing for a moment…just looking at me as if he were trying to decide if I was just talking and being polite, or if I were making a loaded statement. After his silence had be come somewhat awkward, he said
James: “Umm Yeah we will have to do that some time”
And then he walked away.
Actually, I was just being polite, but his reaction gave me pause and I once again began to wonder…is he…or isn’t he?
A couple of weeks later I ran into him at work on a Friday afternoon. I made a snap decision to go for it and asked him if he had plans that night. He said no, so I invited him over to my place for pizza and beer since the house mate was gone for the weekend. Again, he paused giving me that nervous look before saying
James: “Okay…about 1900 hrs?”
Me: “Perfect…I think we should get to know each other better”
Pause…
James: “Umm Okay… see you later then”
I don’t know folks… you tell me… I thought I was pretty direct and struck an appropriate balance between being cordial and suggestive. I mean I think most would see that invitation as something more than just drinking buddies hanging out… or maybe not.
True to form, James showed up right at 1900 hrs. He brought some high end beer and was looking very sexy in just a plain t-shirt and blue jeans…just your average regular hot man.
I directed him to the couch and gave him a beer. I made a point of making eye contact with him and holding it. We did not say anything for like a full minute…just stared at each other…AGAIN FOLKS, yet another indication that he knew exactly what was going down.
At this point I was hard as a rock and it was obvious. I looked down at my crotch so that he would do the same… and he did…but said nothing, just returned to staring at me though his legs were spread a part and he held his beer bottle with both hands in the middle of his crotch…I think to hide his own boner.
Still without saying a word, I stepped between his legs and began to unbuckle my belt. I swear he looked like the proverbial deer stuck in the headlights. Just as I was pulling down my sipper James snapped back out of his trance…jumped up off the couch and said
James: “You have the wrong idea about me…I mean I am straight dude… I’m not….ya know”
He said all of this while he made a beeline for the door.
I literally kicked my own ass for the rest of the night. How could I be so incredibly stupid? Coming on to a Straight guy…that I work with!!! All that night and all the next day, all I could imagine was James telling everyone at work what happened. I envisioned be fired for sexual harassment and brought up on charges. Without a doubt, it was right up there with the worst 48 hours of my life.
I repeatedly called James’ cell leaving messages apologizing for my huge mistake, although my pride would not allow me to ask him to keep it between us…I mean…I own my actions and accept the consequences for those actions.
At 1000 hrs Sunday morning I am sitting in my robe in front of the tv only half watching Sunday Morning with Charles…whoever…and there is a knock at my door. I have to admit, I had a moment of panic…I thought I would have at least one more day before the shit hit the fan and all hell broke lose. When I opened the door, there stood James in that same t-shirt and jeans from Friday night. I stood there holding the door open…staring at him… prepared for the barrage of insults…anger…threats. All he said was
James: “May I come in?”
Me: “For what… to make me feel even more like a shit-head?”
Whit that, James stepped in the door, carefully closed the door behind him, turned back to me and kissed me full on the mouth…tongue and all. To say I was in shock does not even begin to cover it.
When he broke the kiss he said
James: “I have thought about doing that for about two years now”
After a moment or two, my shock was replaced with rage!
Me: “DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKIN IDEA THE SHEAR HELL YOU HAVE PUT ME THROUGH THE LAST TWO FUCKIN DAYS!”
I swear my fists were balled up and I was about to through a punch. Sensing this, James put his palms up and slowly stepped back saying
James: “Yes I do, but give me a break…You have to remember what it was like when you first…finally admitted to yourself that you like guys! That shit aint easy…so I have been going through just as much fuckin shit as you!”
I was not appeased and I had now backed him into a corner
James: “Look, we both know why I am here…so you can either beat the shit out of me or fuck the shit out of me…but you are not going to do both…so which is it?”
I have to give James credit here…in our job we are all trained and highly skilled at defusing tense/aggressive situations…this was straight out of the text book and it worked. I snapped off my robe revealing a fat black cock that was…I kid you not…as hard as fuckin steel. I don’t know if it was the attraction, the emotion of the situation, the shear relief of what I had been stewing about all weekend or all of the above, whatever it was I was crazy horny and hard.
As my robe hit the ground I issued a one word command
Me: “Follow!”
I led James to my bedroom. Once there I went straight to the night stand and pulled out my cock-ring and the high end lube. I had no idea if James had ever been fucked before, if he was clean or dirty or what…at that moment I could give a flying fuck…I was going to take out all of my frustration and emotion on his ass. The cock-ring is significant. A cock-ring on my fat cock simply makes it a battering ram…for a long time!
By the time I turned back to James, he was down to just his white gym socks and a 6.5” hard-on.
As I pushed him down on the as yet unmade bed, he saw that look in my face… he saw the dark-side and he started to say something like “Please don’t hurt me” or “Please go slow”, but he was cut of half way through the word “Please” as I slapped him hard across the face.
I waited for a response… I waited for him to swing back…I wanted to fight… I wanted to fuck him up…then fuck…him up the ass! But instead of swinging back he held my gaze for a moment and then simply turned over offering up his very hot and slightly hairy hole…Just like he said downstairs “…you are not going to do both!”
Again, like a true pro, this simple act decelerated my aggression a bit more. Oh I am still pissed off, but now I am again focused on fucking rather than fighting.
I swear I dumped a half a bottle of lube in his ass and took a good ten minutes just work my way up to three fingers in his ass. It usually take four fingers to open a hole large enough to take my fat cock, but I wanted this to hurt. I lined up my battering ram and with one hard thrust was able to get about half way into him. Needless to say, this hurt him a great deal and all measures of decorum and defusing went out the window. At this point we were fuck-fighting.
After that first thrust, James did everything he could to get away and he almost did a couple of times. But, after a minute or so I was able to regain leverage and thrust again…this time making it about three quarters of the way in. James was yelling at the top of his lungs in pain, throwing elbow back trying to knock me off him but I rode him like a bronco. With my dick as hard as it was and fortified with tight cock-ring all I had to do is keep the pressure up. With every squirm and attempt to get away, my cock sunk a little further. After about a full two minutes of this, I was balls deep in his ass and the fight in him was dwindling so he moved less but his mouth picked up the slack calling me every name in the book…I was particularly proud of
James: “Get that Nigger Dick Out Of Me…You killing me you Black Son of A Bitch!”
And this one a bit later
James: “Don’t you dare shoot that Monkey Juice In Me!”
But by this time he uttered that last one, the racial slurring had become part of the scene…in that we were both egging each other on with the most vulgar and demeaning language that we could come up with. Normally I am not down with such language but some how…for some reason…it fit here and made the fuck incredibly hotter!
Me: “Who’s the Nigger!...Who’s the Nigger…you the Nigger after I fill you white belly full of my black babies”
James: “Oh…Fuck Yes…DO IT…DO IT!”
I swear I shot a pint of cum up his ass
Me: “Uunnnaaa…Unnnaa…Unnnaas Yeah…Yeah….take that Nigger load you filthy White Bitch”
With the cock-ring I stayed hard and well after I was done dumping my load up his ass I kept fucking him and rolled us both over onto our side so that he could get to his cock.
Me: “You hear that…You hear me churning all of that cum up in your ass…hear how wet you are with my cum bitch”
That was all it took…James shot a massive load…I mean MASSIVE…as in he must not have cum in a month, all over my bed sheets.
Needless to say, we were both extremely exhausted. I don’t think either one of has slept all weekend. Once my cock finally slipped out of his ass, I reached down and pulled the sheets and covers over us and we promptly fell asleep.
I woke up around noon to find James already awake and staring up at the ceiling. Again, I am no psychologist but I know a man who needs to talk some things through when I see one. I got up and fetched us a couple of bottled waters from the upstairs frig and we stayed in bed and just talked until about 4:00. I am not going to go into that conversation here…all of you reading this who have “Come Out” already know the conversation chapter and verse. At 4:30 we fucked again but in a much more tame fashion.
Under the umbrella of full disclosure, I only decided to write this story last night after watching my first episode of …I hate to admitted it but after so much pressure from all of the gay people I know, I finally watched my first episode of “Glee”. Okay Okay it was not bad…not great and I don’t think I will make a habit of it…but not bad. Anyway it was the episode where the gay kid confronts his bully oppressor and the bully ends up kissing him…basically revealing that he too is gay.
After watching that show I was sitting there thinking about how hard it is for us to really be who we are especially after we have invested so much in trying to convince others and ourselves that we are something that we are not. At that point I decided that I am ready to write this very true story. To this day I still do not know why I was so angry when James basically said “Hey, I am just like you.” I know this is a very long story, but if you have any thoughts…please share.
Oh Yeah, before you ask…no James and I have not fucked again…I think the first fuck ruined the potential for fuck buddies, but we are very good friends.
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