Black Bareback Bull

Southern Decadence Part 2

2011-09-22T18:41:00.000-07:00

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.

Southern Decadence 2011 Part 1

2011-09-12T11:35:00.000-07:00

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

First Bareback Fuck Guest Post: Bob

2011-04-07T06:25:00.000-07:00

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,

First MMF Bareback Fuck (Fixed Version)

2011-04-07T06:15:00.000-07:00

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.

It Was Bound To Happen

2011-03-22T08:22:00.001-07:00

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.

Not My Type

2011-03-21T14:52:00.000-07:00

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!

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2011-03-18T23:33:00.000-07:00

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First Fuck Guest Post....John

2011-02-22T12:57:00.000-08:00

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?

Another Confession: James

2011-01-19T13:47:00.000-08:00

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.

Lil-bit

2011-01-10T13:29:00.000-08:00

A few months ago, I was at work on a Friday and wanted to be just about anywhere but there. Not because I don’t like my job… love my job in fact…it was just a slow Friday and I was so ready for the weekend to begin.

Since it was such a slow day, I pulled out my personal computer and wireless internet and quickly went through my various hookup accounts. When I got to Manhunt, I was instantly pinged by this guy I will call Lil-bit. I call him that because he is only 5’7” tall and I am guessing a 31” waist. If you have been following this blog you know this is not my type, however, Lil-bit is in fact a Red Head, which makes up for a lot with me as you know. The other thing about Lil-bit is his persistence. This guy pings me every time he sees me come online for over a year now. We usually have some very polite chat ending with him asking me to come out to his place and fuck him. That chat would always end there because the other negative about Lil-bit, is that he lives over an hour away from Washington DC. As a rule, I am not willing to go that far for a fuck…at least not a “First Time Fuck” which are always unpredictable. However, on this particular Friday I was actually considering it given that work was slow and that it was a very nice day outside.

When I told him that I was considering making that drive it caught him by surprise and he owned up to the fact that he had been chatting with someone else at the same time, and that the guy said that he would be there in forty minutes. I could tell from the tone in his voice that he thought that this would be a deal breaker and that he had missed his chance with me. He was wrong.

I proceeded to ask him a couple of key questions

Me: “Have you played with this guy before”

Lil-bit: “Oh yeah, we hookup about once a month”

Me: “White guy or black”

Lil-bit: “Black”

Me: “What do you usually do with him?”

Lil-bit: “Used to be just sucking him off, but he has fucked me a couple of times, but he is always a quick visit so he will be long gone by the time you get here so…”

Me: “What do you think you two will do this time…I mean…is he going to fuck you?”

Lil-bit: “Probably…yes”

Me: “Does he fuck you Safe or bareback?”

He paused before answering.

Lil-bit: “He fucked me Safe the first time, but bare the second time.”

Me: “Will he breed you?”

Another pause

Lil-bit: “Probably”

Me: “Listen to me very carefully, you are to send me a text when he gets there, and another text when he leaves.”

Lil-bit: “Yes Sir”

Me: “Let him breed you, and do not shower or clean up…I want your cummy hole…is that clear?”

Lil-bit: “Yes Sir”

It took me about ten minutes to get out of the office and on my way to Lil-bit. I was not even out of DC yet when the first text came through saying that Lil-bit’s friend had arrived. Approximately fifteen minutes later I received a second text that it was over and that his friend was in the shower.

I arrived at Lil-bit’s house in exactly one hour and ten minutes. The house was in one of those cookie cutter developments where each house was one of three or four model design, but big…four bedroom and three and a half bath big.

Lil-bit answered the door in a t-shirt, gym shorts and white gym socks. I have to say that Lil-bit has a very average look. His nose is a little too big for his face, but his short red hair and tight body made up for that…especially when he was naked. Naked he had the body of 25 year old instead of his actual 43 years, and for a little guy, he had a gorgeous 8” partially cut cock sprouting from a sandy red bush.

As soon as I was inside the house a few things were obvious…he was partnered. Pictures of him and his partner of several years were hung all over the place. It was also obvious that they had some money, I put the value of the house around 600K and I got the distinct impression that his partner was either a Doctor or Lawyer and that Lil-bit was a House Husband…working on taking care of the house and dogs while hubby brought home the bacon.

In that moment when you make small talk before sex, Lil-bit proudly showed me through the downstairs pointing out the elaborate crown molding, wall papering, and electrical work all done by him.

As we made our way up to the guest bedroom I asked him about his partner

Me: “Obviously your are partnered and in an open relationship?”

Lil-bit: “Yes, but it is more don’t ask don’t tell…although he had an 18 year old up here the other night while I was watching tv in the basement”

At hearing this I found myself a bit irritated. This was seeming more and more like a revenge fuck…Look, I am fine with fucking a guy in an open relationship, but otherwise, I don’t want to be caught up in someone else’s shit.

When we got to the spare bedroom, everything was in its place and immaculate…but shouldn’t the bed be messed up if he was just fucked in it an hour ago…especially if I told him not to clean up? A little more irritated.

Once in the room, we wasted no time getting naked. As soon as my cock spring free from my underwear, Lil-bit was on his knees taking it deep in his mouth. That was all good and well, but I did not drive over an hour for a blow job. I literally picked Lil-bit up and tossed him on the bed. I then pushed his very cute little legs up to his chest and dove my tongue into his very pink, but very clean hole…Now I am really irritated….no…at the discovering that there was no cummy hole, I was pissed. Either Lil-bit lied, and there was no other guy…or he lied when he let me believe that he took the guys load when he really did not…or he lied when he said he would not clean up but actually did….either way you cut it, I was lied to and now I am pissed, and I instantly when to the dark side.

After licking his totally dry and clean hole for about a half a minute, I stood, pulled his butt to the edge of the bed, took aim with the head of my fat black cock, and jammed my hips forward. Lil-bit had started to say something but he was not able to finish it as the pain of a nearly dry penetration racked his little body.

On that first stroke, I could only get the head of my cock past his sphincter. He was tight…too tight for someone who supposedly was just fucked and hour ago.

Through gritted teeth, Lil-bit attempted to let me know that hurt only to be cut off by the second full hip thrust which pushed my fat cock another inch in to his protesting hole. Upon this second thrust, I held it there keeping maximum pressure against his hole. With gritted teeth and eyes squinted shut, Lil-bit said

Lil-bit: “Please…please .Sir I cant take it…please Sir”

I abruptly pulled my cock out of his hole and said

Me: “Don’t…Move!”

I then reached over to the bed stand where he had set out some lube and poppers. I poured lube into my hand and massaged it into his hole and then on my cock.
Lil-bit: “I need the poppers Sir”

Me: “Shut the fuck up…what you needed to do was tell me the truth…you don’t have cummy hole…and no one fucked you an hour ago…did they?

After a brief pause he acquiesced

Lil-bit: “No Sir…he called back and said he could not make it…I was afraid that you would not come if I told you…I am sorry Sir”

Me: “Never lie to me…liars have no honor...you are going to get fucked now and trust me, you will remember this for a long time”

With that, I re-entered Lil-bit, going balls deep on the first stroke. His head flew back against the mattress, the veins running along his neck became visible and both fists were clutching the covers.

I had his legs hanging over my forearms and my hands held his forearms down as my hips settled into a quick and aggressive thrusting rhythm. The tightness of his hole lasted for the first twenty to twenty-five strokes. After that, his hole was completely open and my cock moved freely within him. By this time, his pain was subsiding and his demeanor was changing from one of struggle and defense to one of acceptance and pleasure.

I continued to fuck him in this position for a sold fifteen minutes non-stopped. The only sound in the room was the thwack-thwack of my thighs and balls slapping against his upturned butt. We were both completely coved in sweat. By now his body had adjusted to me and he no longer gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes in pain…rather he was staring me straight in the eyes like he was in some sort of trance. His mouth was still open with drool dripping out of the corner and running down along his chin. His cock, no longer hard but very full laid on his belly and there was a sticky stream of pre-cum flowing form the slit.

I worked him over hard for fifteen minutes and then felt the urge to cum. Without warning, I slammed deep in him one more time and let it go. I stopped counting after the fifth pulse of cum shot from my cock into his guts.

When I was done, I kept his legs pinned to his chest as I pulled. This caused his hole to stay open and as my cock came out so did a huge glob of very thick cum, creating a huge wet spot on the covers. I scooped some of it up on my fingers and brought it to his mouth. He eagerly licked my fingers clean.

I laid on the bed beside him for a moment to catch my breath. He sat up on the edge of the bed. His shoulders were slumped and his head hung low. Clearly there was a ton of emotions going on inside of him. I suspect it had something to do with his partner fucking and 18 year old while he was in the house…in short, it was clear that there is some serous trouble in paradise.
Me: “Do you want to talk about it?”

There was no response for almost a minute, then he sat back on the bed Indian style and proceeded to bare his soul for the next thirty minutes. I wont share the content of our discussion here but I was correct…it had everything to do with the changing relationship with his partner. A by-product of his emotional distress was that he had not been able to have sex to the point where he could get off…he would start thinking about the problems with his partner and lose his hard-on.

Now let me be very clear here….I am not a psychologist, psychiatrist or anything of the sort. I am just a guy who has been through some things.

Me: “Go get a picture of your partner…that one in the hallway downstairs will do”

He was very reluctant…he did not know what to make of me…just a bit a go I was literally a beast humping his ass like a rabid dog…now I am like this guy whom he can talk to about personal shit…I understood his confusion and reluctance but with some prodding he went and got the picture.

When he came back in the room with the picture, he saw me standing by the bed lubing my hard cock again and he froze.

Me: “Relax…and just work with me…okay? Come over here and lay that picture face up on top of the wet spot”

Lil-bit: “What…are you crazy?”

Me: “Maybe” I said with a smile “Just humor me… you got nothing to lose”

With that he came over and placed the framed picture in the middle of the wet spot. As he was doing this, I rubbed some lube into his ass. He shivered at the touch of my slick fingers on his tender hole. I made him bend over the side of the bed so that his head was right above the picture of his partner and the wet spot, and I slowly entered him.

Under the umbrella of full disclosure…all I wanted was to fuck him again…and yeah, it is pretty evil me to use his emotional distress to make that happen. I truly do feel bad that I did that for that reason. However, as I was slowly fucking him and gently stroking his back, he began to stroke his very hard cock. He did not take his eyes off the picture of his partner and before long he was pushing back onto my cock and racing to his own orgasm.

When he came, he clamped down so hard on my cock that it instantly sent me over the edge and I dropped a second load into him. Understandably his orgasm was nothing short of an earthquake! He shot ribbon after ribbon of cum onto the bed covers and he had whole body convulsions.

I helped him lay down on the bed where he buried his face in the pillow and quietly cried. I simply gathered my clothes and left the room.

I was about a mile from home when I received a one word text message from him…”Thanks”

First Hard Bareback Fuck

2010-12-10T10:13:00.000-08:00

Here is another recent Guest Poster back with another story. This guy is the no named author of the First (Bareback) Fuck guest post back in November. Chatting with him via email he noted the difference between the first time he was fucked bareback...and the first time he was fucked HARD bareback with a big dick. Well, you guys know what I said…”write it up and get it to me.” His first story was hot…this one…hotter. Enjoy and please make a comment and let him know what you think of it…good, bad, indifferent.

Here is my story. hope u like

George hit me up out of the blue one night online that he wanted to bring me to his buddy’s house to “share me”. He said he wanted to see me suck both of them off and that he wanted to see his friend fuck me. George said that he and his acquaintance had been discussing me online and they had already decided.

“Decided what?” I asked.

George said that since he really wasn’t experienced in anal, (other than the time I ground my ass down on him) his friend Mark would be the one to give me my first real fucking and finish converting me into a “bitch bottom”.

“I don’t know” I told him, “I don’t think I could handle a situation with two men like that.” But my stiffening cock was telling me otherwise.

“Oh you will”, George said, “I got you hooked on sucking cock and now that you had just a taste of it in your pussy you are aching for more. I am just going to see that you are broken in properly. I know you want it, and you know it too.”

I didn’t argue with him. I knew he was right.

“Once you see his cock you will be begging to suck it.” George said.” Then he posted me two pictures he had of Mark’s cock.

It was absolutely huge. “Tempting, but I don’t think so…” I typed, glad that he would not be able to tell how hard I was getting.

“You can’t resist that cock. I know you are already hard looking at the photos.” I could never understand how he always knew what I was thinking-what I was fantasizing even. “You are going to become our bitch, you may not know it yet, but I do.” He filled me in a little more on Mark’s background. “He is safe, hardly ever fucks anyone and when he does he always plays safe.” George said. “Just agree to meet him and you don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

I agreed to think about it and kept the cock photos. I checked them out several times over the next few days. Every time I did, I got a hard on thinking about it. The guy’s cock was probably an honest 9 inches, and extremely thick. I kept fantasizing about sucking it and then thought about bending over a taking it inside me. I emailed George and I told him I would meet them if he could arrange it.

We set up a day the following week that three of us were available. We were to go over to Marks house. I chatted with Mark briefly online the day before we met. My cock was rock hard the whole time because I was staring at his cock pictures getting more and more anxious for it. He asked what my fantasies were. I told him I was turned on by the idea of sucking one cock while the other fucks me. He confessed that he loves to tongue ass. I said I had never felt that but would like to try. He asked me if I liked to kiss and I said that I never did that with a guy but would try it. Then he pressed me to tell him more of my darkest fantasies even if I would never do them in real life. I told him about the bareback porn videos I watch and that I masturbate to the thought of getting fucked on my back and taking a load bare. He told me he wanted me to be verbal with him and say these things from my fantasies when we met, even if we didn’t act on them. I didn’t understand it at the time but this was going to really blur the line between fantasy and reality.

The next day George arranged to meet me on the way to show me where Mark lived. In the parking lot he told me to leave my car behind and ride with him in his truck. I didn’t realize the psychological impact that would have. Since I didn’t drive my car now there was no possibility now of me backing out and he was literally driving me to another man’s house to “give me up to him to use.” I knew I was committed to pleasing them both and I wouldn’t be leaving until they were satisfied. He asked what was in the knapsack I had taken along in the truck and I told him I had the girlie panties that he always had me wear and I also had some anal plugs, some silicon based lube and some magnum sized condoms I had just bought. He smiled.

We turned into Marks driveway which led to a huge house in an expensive neighborhood. Mark was a tall, dark haired good looking guy a bit younger looking than us, in his mid 30;s. It turns out he lived in his retired parents’ house and was watching it for the winter months while they were in Florida. After exchanging pleasantries I reached out first and felt Marks bulge in his pants. I was dying to play with this cock I had fantasized with from the pictures. George told me to get on my knees and pull out Marks cock. I was absolutely astonished at the size of it. It wasn’t just the length and the girth; it was the sheer weight of it in my hand that amazed me. I took it into my mouth just mesmerized by it.

Soon we moved upstairs to Marks bedroom. We stripped each other of clothes and all got in the shower together. I took turns sucking them both in the shower and stood between them and they soaped up my body. They pressed their hard cocks against mine. I felt Mark’s soaped up cock against my ass crack. He spun me around and planted a kiss on my mouth. Then he held his cock and mine together in his hand. We were both hard but the size contrast was amazing.

After we had rinsed and dried off they led me to the bedroom. I asked if they wanted me to put on those panties but Mark said he had something better and took out a jock strap for me to put on. Wearing that jockstrap made me feel like his little bitch. He grabbed me and kissed me deeply while grabbing my cock. The thing that surprised me most was the kissing and how it was turning me on. I had somehow expected this cock unattached to a human being was going to fuck me; and instead I was being turned on by intimate kissing and touching. He picked me up and placed me on the bed.

Then Mark pulled the jockstrap aside and started licking my asshole. I spread my legs and gave him a better angle. It started to blow my mind how good it felt. I remembered he had told me to verbalize my feelings. “Ohh ya that feels good-rim my ass” I said. Mark’s tongue was now inside me, “It feels like your tongue is actually fucking my ass. Deep deep inside me” I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I leaned my head over the side of the bed and began sucking George’s cock at the same time. After Mark rimmed me for about 15 minutes I was begging for his cock. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

I flipped over and started sucking on Marks cock. I tried taking it in as deep as I could but was gagging, tears in my eyes salivating and begging for more. “I think I want this cock in my ass.” George watched with his hard cock and big grin on his face. “Put that cock inside me now, just fuck me!” I couldn’t believe what was coming out of my mouth.

He stood me up on the floor and removed his jockstrap from me. Then he bent me over the edge of the bed. I felt the tip of his cock against my opening. He just worked the outside of it a bit, teasing me as I begged for more. I hadn’t quite accepted the idea of getting bareback from him and I reached for the condoms and lube that I had put on his nightstand. I rolled the magnum condom onto his huge cock and then dumped a ton of the lubed on his cock and on my ass.

He bent me over the bed again and started to press into me. My ass was open from the lengthy rimming but it still hurt as he entered me. He stopped and let me get used to it and then like a pro he slowly pressed in a quarter inch at a time. George got in close watching it and then announced that I had taken Mark’s huge cock completely in. Mark slowly withdrew and told me to get up on the bed doggy style. He began to fuck me ever so gradually increasing the motion. Soon he was pounding into me, balls slapping on my ass and I am screaming “Fuck me! Fuck me”

It felt so good but I was getting sore. I said I needed a break. They stopped and I flipped over and looked at the huge cock that had been fucking me. “Take this condom off I want to suck you again” I said. I began slurping on his bare cock. Before I knew it I had both of their cocks in my mouth, filled with lust. “I am such a slut” I kept saying between slurps.

When I was ready for more fucking I laid on my back this time. “I want to see your cock enter me” I said. He knelt between my knees. George found a large mirror on the wall and brought it close so that I could see. “Just let me just see it enter me bare” I said. I remember George putting the lube on Marks bare cock and then holding the mirror so that I could see it going in. “Oh my god - look at that big cock going into me!” It slowly stretched me as I watched it slide completely into me bare. Then Mark lifted my legs up so that my knees were up near my head and started pounding me. “That feels so much better without a condom” I said. “Fuck me! Deeper!…Give me that cock!”

I remembered that Mark had asked me to ‘say anything you feel even if you don’t mean it. …’
“Are you gonna give me your cum? You want to, don’t you?” I asked, “Are you close to cumming?” He shook his head no. “That’s good” I said “Because I might have let you right now.”

Then Mark suddenly stopped and said “Roll over on your belly.” He knelt between my legs. I stuck my ass up to receive it doggy style again but this time he pushed me by the hips back down flat to the bed. Then he lay on top of me and entered me from behind. I could feel his full weight on top of me as he fucked me. The feeling of helplessness being unable to move away was turning me on. I felt the ridge of his cock head rubbing against my prostate. It felt awesome. I was moaning with every thrust he gave me. “You like this; you want my cock this way? Mark said.

“Take me. Give me your cum” I was moaning. “I can feel cum leaking out of me” I said. “Let me touch myself” I begged. “I am ready to cum”

“Don’t let him cum yet!” George said as he grabbed my wrists. He knew I would lose my ardor to fuck and suck if they let me cum before them. Mark let me up onto my knees. “Look at all that precum just pouring out of his cock” George said looking under me. I could see a long strand of cum still connected between my cock and a puddle on the bed. I had never leaked this much precum. The rubbing of his cock on my prostate had milked it out of me. I hadn’t orgasmed but had produced a ton of clear precum.

Mark scooped up a handful and stuffed a finger full into my mouth. I turned around to face him and saw him lubing his cock with the rest of my precum. I pressed my cock onto his and he squeezed out more of the clear slimy goo. There is something about precum that makes it so slippery, with such lasting cling.

I looked at his 9 inch cock glistening wet with my precum and said, “I have to ride that thing.” Mark lay on his back and I sat down on his rock hard cock, facing him. I started riding, bucking on his hard cock, tweaking his nipples, the precum still leaking from me. I was like a bitch in heat as I rode his cock hard for 10 minutes.

“Such a slut, Look at you ride that cock” George said. I motioned to him to come closer so that I could suck his cock while I rode Mark’s. He stuffed his cock into my mouth but couldn’t get the right angle to face fuck me.

“Time to spit-roast you again” Mark said. They maneuvered me doggy style with a cock at either hole. I instinctively started deep throating George’s cock while Mark’s cock started pounding in and out of my ass. Both cocks were raw and bare. “Look at him taking our cocks like a pro.”

A few minutes went by as I heard nothing but slurping from my mouth, a juicy suction sound from my ass with the cock sliding in and out, and the sound of balls slapping my ass. I loved being completely used like this. I broke the silence with muffled moans as George’s cock deep-throated me. He said something to Mark which I didn’t hear and I think he replied” Close”. Then George stopped his hip movement and held my head still, skull deep on his cock. I tasted the cum hitting the back of my throat. He let out an orgasmic moan as his cock pumped shot after shot of cum into my mouth. When he had finished cumming, my mouth was completely full.

There was too much to swallow so I let some dribble out and caught it in my hand. I grabbed my cock and started stroking it with my hand full of his cum. I had pulled my ass off of Marks cock too and now collapsed on my back stoking my own cock. An orgasm erupted out of me and I started shooting cum up out of my cock, hitting the headboard behind me and the rest onto my neck. Mark was now stroking his own cock hard over me and after close to a minute he finally orgamed, shooting his load onto my chest to mix with the other two loads.

We cleaned up and got dressed again and said some quick goodbyes’. As the adrenaline wore off I realized my ass was pretty much in pain. As I rode back in the truck with George, my head was spinning. I was glad I had a few minutes to gather myself up enough to drive. ”I don’t know what the fuck that was or where it came from.” I said.

“We brought out your true inner slut.” he said. “You loved it.”

I had wanted to experience a good hard fuck but I had been completely fucked senseless by two men. By the time I got home I was in pain, using the bathroom every 10 minutes. Maybe it was the condoms, the wrong kind of lube, maybe just too much cock. My wife asked what the matter was and I told her I had the stomach bug from something I ate at lunch. The next day at work I felt sore all day, could hardly walk or sit, I couldn’t concentrate with the constant pain reminder of how I had been used as a fuck-toy. There is just something incredibly erotic about going away after your first hard fuck with pain and discomfort that lasts the next 2 or 3 days straight. Because of the constant discomfort in your ass, the thought never ever leaves your brain for two days straight that you have become a bottom, a bitch, a fuck pig. I can’t even think of the words for it but the physical discomfort following your first hard fuck just tattoos in your brain that you have had a life changing experience. You are constantly reminded for days of what you have become and you just know you will be back for more. It is now in your nature-to be a bottom.

Country Boy (Guest Post)

2010-12-08T06:25:00.000-08:00

Hey folks… here is another guest post. This is from that super cute white boy who wrote about his First Bareback Fuck from his Latino Boy Friend in his parents house and parents asleep in the next bedroom. This cutie told me about a recent business trip that he and his partner took. I thought it was a hot story and asked him to write it up and send it to me for another guest post. I am sure that you all will enjoy it as much as I did.

3B

Country Boy

Another business trip…another breeding.

My partner and I make it a point to travel whenever we can and fuck around with as many guys as possible. Let’s just say we are tasting everything America and the world have to offer.

Recently our travels took us out West for a long weekend. The local bars were different than what we are used to in the East- not so diverse, a bit country. Not too many of the locals seemed interested in us. In fact, no one really looked our way the first night we were there.

The second night we went back to some of the same watering holes with lower expectations. We ordered several rounds of beers and played some pool. It was getting late and we were prepared to head back to the hotel. But, as luck would have it, a big, corn-fed country boy walked up to us and clearly liked what he saw. He smiled and stared and almost dared us to leave without chatting with him.

Being the social guys we are, we struck up a conversation. Boy, was he country! Not something these city boys were used to. But he had a thick build, cute face, and a big, meaty ass! Who could ask for anything else? Soon, the conversation turned to what he was interested in. “I’ve never had a threesome before. But I sure would love to try.”

Easier than expected, we thought. We began to massage his ass over his jeans right there in the bar. This drove him crazy. “You two both gonna fuck me?” he asked. He asked a question he already knew the answer to. “And we’re both gonna breed you and give you twins.” He nearly lost it right there in the bar. He grabbed both our crotches and directed us towards the door and to his truck.

He let me drive his truck back to the hotel so he can play with my boyfriend in the back. He was sucking on his big black dick and it sounded wet and sloppy. My dick was rock hard looking in the rear view window. Soon we were back at the hotel and took him upstairs.

Upon entering the room, he immediately stripped. What an ass on this guy! Big and beefy with a patch of blond hair around the crack. He laid on his stomach and let me eat his asshole. Damn it tasted so good- a bit sweaty and moist like I like it. I cleaned his hole out good, all along cupping his mammoth asscheeks in my hands. His ass smothered me and I knew fucking him would be magical. As I ate away, he deepthroated the big black monster meat of my boyfriend.

After about ten minutes of this hot scene, I decided he was ready for my dick. I usually bottom, and love taking big dick in my mancunt, but cannot resist a slutty bottom with a big booty. Not being the most experienced top, I tend to cum quickly and that night was no exception. I fucked him for a few minutes and then asked him what he wanted.

“I want your fucking babies in my asshole!”

“Get ready, pig. Here comes your first baby!” With that, I entered him all the way to my balls and pumped my sperm inside his soft hole. There truly is no feeling quite like unloading in someone’s asshole. He moaned appreciatively and grabbed the back of my head, leaned me close to him, and kissed me deeply. He was bred, filled, and loved it.

But he was not done. I pulled out and my boyfriend went right in. Using my sperm as extra lube, he fucked his big black dick hard inside of this country boy. I stuck my softening dick inside his country mouth and he licked up the love juices, all the while moaning and panting.

Soon enough, he was ready for his twin baby. The big black dick was thrust deep inside of him and exploded all over his walls. Sweat was over all of us, especially the happy bottom. He made out with us together, with dick still inside of him. My boyfriend pulled out shortly thereafter and I aimed my mouth for the prize- his wrecked hole, dripping with sperm. I cleaned him up and asked him for more.

“Fart your babies out- push them in my mouth!” I could see him pushing his ass muscles out and soon a loud wet fart unleashed a sloppy mixture of our sperm and his asshole juices. I slurped it all into my mouth. Knowing we were in the presence of a pig, I grabbed him by the chin and positioned him under my face. He opened his mouth, knowing what to expect. Like a mother bird feeding her babies, I snowballed all the creamy goodness into his waiting mouth and watched as he swallowed it all down.

Country boy ended up leaving a few minutes later for a long drive back home. We all kissed one last time and gave him a little spank on his big cheeks as he left. Thank you, Country Boy, for making an otherwise uneventful trip memorable.

First (Bareback) Fuck

2010-11-17T14:58:00.000-08:00

Damn! I swear you guys just keep sending me hotter and hotter stories. I have only had to reject a couple for failing the smell test (Real vs. Fantasy). Please keep sending me your TRUE First Fuck or First Bareback Fuck stories guys (blk4whtass@live.com). For me, it makes keeping this blog up interesting, fun and less burdensome. Even if you think there is nothing special about your story, trust me...it will be to whole bunch of people who read this blog.

I know I just posted another of my encounters day before yesterday as things are getting very busy right before the holidays, I want to keep passing these hot stories through. Again, I appreciate all of you that take the time to read this blog.

This reader did not give me his name (real or fake) but he did give me one hell of a story to guest post for your enjoyment.

Let me know what u think

My first BB load

I had my first m2m oral experience at the age of 42, after I posted an add seeking another married guy to suck off. After reading the responses I settled on a well hung, neg, 48 y/o mwm, in the next town and set up an appointment to meet him at the Dunkin Donuts one morning. His name was George and after some small talk I nervously agreed to follow him back to his house to suck my first cock. Before I knew it I was stripped naked and on my knees with his hard cock in my mouth. I was instantly addicted from my first taste of cock, just like he told me I would be. By the second meeting with him I was taking his ejaculate in my mouth. On the forth meeting with him I swallowed his load. Soon sucking him off became a regular thing. I would meet up with him a dozen more times over the next several months and through his teaching got pretty good at sucking cock. It was a classic dom-sub relationship where I would always strip down naked, get on my knees and suck him off as he stood or sat in front of me. Only after he had cum would I be allowed to stroke myself to orgasm as he watched.

G taught me exactly how he liked his BJ’s, lots of wet tongue action about his cock and balls followed by some deep throat. I enjoyed taking him in deep and gagging. The more he manhandled me, the harder and hornier I would get. It would usually take me 20 to 30 minutes of hard work to get rewarded with his jism. He would always make me stop and hold perfectly still as he approached orgasm. I would hold his cock motionless in my mouth as I felt his first contractions and then feel the familiar thick cum pooling up in my mouth. He would always have at least 8 or 9 big contractions and I would feel each one injecting more and more of his hot semen into my mouth. His cum was always thick, plentiful and sweet tasting. I usually showed him my mouthful before swallowing it. I sucked him off on probably 15 different occasions at my house or his. Each session would end the same way with him grabbing and holding me still, telling me “Don’t even fucking move”, I held his cock motionless in my mouth as he went over the edge. He could really enjoy intense orgasms and I could feel every rhythmic contraction of his thick cock.

As much as I loved sucking his cock and licking its big mushroom head, I developed a craving to do more. I wanted to get fucked. Believe it or not he was just an oral top. Although he would sometimes rub his cock in my crack from behind, he wouldn’t even try to anally penetrate me. I got him to agree to put on a condom to attempt my first anal sex. However he went limp inside the condom and couldn’t get it into my tight hole. On several occasions I attempted to get a condom on him with the same bad result, He said he just hates the feeling and can’t stay hard in a condom. After the failing anal attempts I would just end up sucking him off as usual.

Finally one day I decided I would somehow get George to fuck me. I really sucked his cock up hard and poured some lube on it as I stroked him. Then I turned my back and leaned backward into him to let his bare cock just tease my rosebud. My plan was to throw the condom on him at the last minute and let him fuck me. It didn’t quite go that way as George had another plan. He pushed me back on the sofa on my back and placed my legs over his shoulders . Then he knelt with his rock-hard, bare cock aimed right at my man-cunt. There was something about my completely submissive position to him that just turned me on. As he restrained my arms with his hands, and pinned my legs over his shoulders, he lifted my ass up to meet his steel hard cock. My heart was pounding, I am panting, my cock was pointing straight up, and I knew I was getting his cock. Raw. I was ready to let it happen. I held my breath as his cock head slipped past my sphincter. As he pushed his cock head into me, the pain just shot up through my anus. “No please stop, wait, it hurts it hurts” , I pleaded. He just pushed further into me and sunk his cock right up to his balls. That sent me into spasms as I struggled powerless in that position under him. All I could do was beg him to stop and finally he did pull out. That was the end of that. I finished him with a BJ.

If he had simply gone slower when he entered me or held off for a moment so that I could adjust to his cock inside me , I would never have stopped him-bare or not.. All my earlier talk of safe sex and condoms and I had just totally submitted to him bareback. It was only his inexperience in opening me up properly that prevented a full out skin to skin fucking. Although that first time was oh so short, for a brief moment before the pain shot through me I had been penetrated by a bare cock head and my cherry had been popped. I wanted it and had accepted it bare and if it weren’t for the sharp pain I would have continued fucking him bareback. I had been bitten – I experienced that uncontrollable lust that submissive bottoms experience. It would now only be a matter of time before I had to try it again.

I think he knew it too. I think he didn’t push it because he knew that it would be more enjoyable to see me surrender voluntarily to getting fucked, just as he had turned me into his submissive cocksucker . I had let him enter me bare and sooner or later he knew I would again. About a month went by and all I could think about was getting fucked. By the next time we met I decided I was going to feel that hard cock inside me. He was safe enough to let fuck me it raw, I would just ask him not to cum in me. Besides I rationalized, I’ve been swallowing his cum anyway. I inserted an anal plug inside me at home before I drove over to his house, and brought the silicon safe lube. My intention was to just feel it in me a while and maybe make myself cum before finishing him off orally. After sucking him hard and getting him extra sloppy wet with saliva and lube, I stood up and backed in toward his lap as he sat on the recliner chair. I slowly sat down on his lap backwards, grinding down onto his bare cock. I was in control this time, and I ever so slowly worked his well lubricated cock into me.

I was sitting with my back to him and took him in me slow and easy until his balls bottomed out on my ass cheeks. OMG He was completely inside me and it felt wonderful. I was fully erect the whole time I sat impaled on his cock, rocking ever so slowly. I planned to feel that a few minutes longer and then let him bend me over and thrust into me doggy style for a good hard fucking. I planned to pull off before he came so I could finish him with a BJ. Right now I was just warming up rocking on his lap; I could feel every inch of his 7"cock deep inside me.

Then he reached his strong arms around me, held me in a tight bear hug and said "Just hold still". I immediately stopped moving and relaxed, leaning back into his arms which now held me motionless. His hands clamped my hips down on his lap so tightly I could not have possibly pulled loose. "Just relax" he said. I let go of all tension and just slumped back into his arms and at that moment surrendered completely to him. I could feel every inch of his cock swelling inside me, completely filling my cavity- an incredible feeling. Then I heard him hold his breath as he whispered in my ear, "Don’t...even…fucking.move… an… inch!". I didn’t even try to move although he made sure I knew I was being held forcibly. Then I felt his hips come up and I felt his cock drive into me deep untill his balls where pressed to my ass. I will admit that is when I realized what may be coming next although it seemed to be too soon. I had sucked G off dozens of times and knew when he asks me to hold perfectly still that he is about to orgasm. Time seemed to stand still in that one last instant of doubt-my mind races for just a few seconds as time stands still-should I really let him cum in me? Should I try to wrestle away? OMG what should I do? He is holding me so tight I couldn't move anyway ...and it feels soo good right now... i dont want it to stop... seconds tick by... too late now…the decision is out of my hands...just enjoy it now. I completely yield to the feeling of being his slut. I am his slut. Then I felt his cock pulse, then I feel it again...and again! OMG I can feel his contractions! Then he grunts in my ear and he let out a loud "arrrrggghh"…leaving no doubt that I was being bred. I turned my body and my head backwards, not in any attempt to stop it but only to be able to see his face as he orgasms inside me. I watched the rest of his long lasting orgasm, as I felt pump after pump from is cock coinciding with his facial contortions of another half dozen orgasmic contractions. While I could not actually feel cum shooting inside me, I did feel his cock contractions and knew I was being filled with his semen. He was planting it as deep as he could in my bowells. With each and every orgasm contraction, I knew the load inside me was getting bigger (Like the huge loads he dumps in my mouth.) I was so fuckin hot that I grabbed my cock and shot my own load up onto my chest before collapsing back into his arms. He continued to hold me still with his cock inside me, well after had seeded his load deep into my ass. I knew my pussy was flooded full of his cum yet it stayed planted deep and didnt drip out right away. I had been uterly and totally bred. Thinking back, the whole thing seemed to happen so fast. I wasnt on his cock but 2 minutes before he seeded me, and he never really even fucked me vigorpusly. And those seconds when I realized I was about to be seeded with his cum seemed to take an enternity and was the most erotic feeling I have ever experienced. I still don’t know if I asked for it or if he just took it as a dom top. He knew he was safe and he knew I wanted it even if only subconsciously. He pointed out-I was 'the one who sat down on his cock to start it' and he 'just made sure I wouldn't change my mind'. I will say this-once you have taken a man's bare cock inside you, you can't really expect not to get his load.

I will be forever masterbating to the erotic memory of my first bareback breeding. I don’t think it will be the last - I am bitten with the lust now.

ManBoy

2010-11-15T12:13:00.000-08:00

It was a couple weeks ago…a Friday…no…make that Saturday morning at 2:00 AM. I am awakened by the chirp of my cell phone on my night stand. I answered the phone, thinking that there must be an emergency or something for anyone to be calling me at 2 AM.

Me: Hello

ManBoy: Hey **** this is ****, we hooked up a couple of times

Me: Yeah, I remember, what’s up?

ManBoy: I am in town at the ***** hotel was wondering if you wanted to come over mess around.

Yeah, he said “mess around”, and I could tell that he obviously had just gotten in from the bars.

A bit of background…I met the guy about two years ago. I was in one of the more popular Dupont Circle gay bars for happy hour…not my usual thing but I made myself go out that Friday night after work…at times I have a tendency to keep to myself a little too much…boarding on the nonsocial…so my critics masquerading as friends tell me.

This guy, whom I call ManBoy here, is actually a few years older than me. But, with his slight and tight build (ex marine) and his forever high & tight haircut…he looks like he is pushing 30 instead of 50 when he put on a ball cap. I call it a blessing…he calls it a curse because his thing is mature muscular black men who often dismiss him as a twink at first. As a result, he is very aggressive about getting noticed by his target group.

The night we met, I saw him enter the bar with a couple of his friends. He noticed me right away, and spent the better part of an hour all but ignoring his friends while he concentrated on making eye contact with me. In the mean time, a bear/cub couple visiting from out west happened to be sitting next to me at the bar and they wasted no time engaging me in conversation and letting it be known that they would love for me to go back to their hotel room for a little fun. There was no way that was going to happen, but I certainly did enjoy their company, and as it was apparent that we were hitting it off, ManBoy actually left his friends and came to stand next to the couple and me. When the couple and I started to trade cell phone numbers, ManBoy jumped in and made it obvious that he too was taking down my number. When he got my number, ManBoy looked at me and I said, “I see you”. With that, ManBoy returned to his friends with a huge grin on his face. He called me within the hour with his hotel and room number. Long story short, we did fuck that night, but he insisted that I wear a rubber and I did because he and it was a hot scene. He had amazing ass muscle control. Once I got it in, he did the rest…massaging my covered cock until he came which pushed me over the edge and I came.

He comes to Washington often for business. We hooked up a second time a few months after the first, but this time we had communicated on-line several times before hand and the focus of those conversations was over the condom issue. In fact, I was really not that into hooking up again because I like and prefer to fuck bare. We were unable to come to terms on the issue but met up anyway to “mess around”, not necessarily fuck. That was a long session with a ton of oral. The highlight of that visit was my eating his ass…LOVED IT… he has an ass that tastes great, and he can really relax his sphincter so my tongue was able to go very deep in his hole…which drove him wild. By the end of that rimming he gave up the ghost and begged me to fuck him…even bare. I would not. Not that I was being pissy or anything like that…but I Run The Fuck…and he had to learn that lesson. He ended up getting himself off. Before I left, I pointed out that somewhere along the line, his Hard-line on using a rubber when out the fuckin window, and that if I were a man of lesser Honor, he would have cum leaking out of his butt hole right now. His response was to just look away.

Now back to a couple of weeks ago. When I realized it was him on the phone I was a bit irritated for two reasons…first off it was 2:00 fuckin o’clock in the morning. The second reason was that I knew of two other times he was in DC, and he did not contact me… so why now

In short, I told him to put his drunk ass to bed, and that I would be there at 7:00 AM. I would call him when I was on my way so that he could prep accordingly, and then I hung up the phone.

I arrived at exactly 7:00 AM. He answered the door nude, having just came from shower and prep.

There was some small talk…don’t remember hardly any of it as it was mostly nonsense except for when I mentioned that I notice he had been in DC a couple of times and he did not contact me. He gave me some bullshit excuse about thinking I was out of town because I travel so much. By this time I am now naked…I tell him that his answer/excuse is bullshit and push him back onto the bed.

After being with him a couple of times and chatting with him online, I am in his head…in short, I own him now. As he fell back on the bed, I came down on top of him…I know him…“His Thing”, “His Turn-on”… he gets off on the complete opposite of him…which is me. My big black body full on top of his slight white body…he shivered and his cock grew instantly rigid between our bodies.

The point of bringing up the fact that he did not contact me the last couple of times he was in DC was to establish a few things. First, that I have kept track of him…I know when he is in my town…he is not getting over or getting away with shit. Second, I know the reason he did not contact me was because I exposed his true desire of wanting me to take him bareback the last time we hooked up…what he SAID to the contrary notwithstanding. And Third, the fact that he did call me this time means that I WIN…he WILL take it however I give it to him…no debate, no discussion just submission.

And submit he did. I brought his legs up and immediately when to eat his delicious ass for only a couple of minutes though. He was getting into it and getting lose, but I did not want him too louse…not yet. There had to be a bit of punishment to account for not contacting me…for running from me. With just my spit a lube, I lined up the head of my fat black cock and with my muscular hips and thighs I drove into him…balls deep…first stroke…he cried out with a mix of pain and excitement. He begged me to wait and let him hit the poppers…I did. As soon as the poppers kicked in, I began to power fuck ManBoy. His knees where up around his ears, and I was pile-drive fucking him… coming almost all the way out before pile-driving back down into him. When his arms were not flaying about, he was gripping the bed covers tightly in both hands trying to manage the assault on his hole.

I worked up a good sweat working his ass over. I would alternate between power fucking him and eating him out. Each time I stopped to eat him after fucking him a bit, there was a nice layer of butt cream that just made me hornier and hornier. At times I can be a Top Pig

After about fifteen minutes of power fucking and eating ManBoy on his back, I put him on his knees at the edge of the bed. By now he was good and open, but as you bottoms know, there is a huge difference between taking dick on your back as apposed to on all fours…the angle is different, and it creates a whole different sensation. When I went into him on all fours, you would have thought I was penetrating him for the first time. He really struggled with this position, but at least in this position he could continue to hit the poppers at will…which he did. There was so much of that popper smell in the room that even I was starting to feel a little high…which made me fuck harder and faster.

As I talked about in a post a few months ago, I have become pretty good at that Sexual Kung Fu, so I would fuck him all the way up to and through orgasm, but I would halt the ejaculate and not come. This has the effect of allowing me multiple orgasms but because I did not shoot, my dick stays hard…harder in fact…and I just keep fucking.

I am sure that some of you are reading this and thinking that this is not about pleasure or fun…and if I am to be totally honest, which I try to be here…yeah, you are certainly more right than wrong. By this point….about thirty minutes into the fuck…I had had a couple of orgasms and really enjoyed eating his ass…I was fucking him now to make a point…a brutal…and perhaps over the top point. If you have been reading this blog from the beginning, then you know that this was the first time in a long time that I sort of went over to the “dark side” which I wrote about in the early posts of this blog. It is where the ultra aggressive side of me come out and it is much more about dominance and sometimes pain, than it is about pleasure. I try not to go to the darks side…tricks don’t come back from the dark side…in fact, they tend to avoid me at all costs.

I said “I sort of went to the dark side” because I caught myself before it got really bad here. ManBoy was hanging in with me as best he could but it was clear that he was going to be done soon.

I pulled my cock out of his hole…it was gaping open and beet red from the pounding I had just given it. While ManBoy was still on his knees, his whole upper body had collapsed flat against the bed. I gently rolled him over to his back again and rested his thighs on top of my thighs as I was now kneeling on the bed also. Amazingly, his cock was still three quarters hard. He looked at me with an exhausted, “what now” look on his face. Without saying a word, I directed his hands to stroke my nipples and I began to beat off. It did not take me long to literally cover his chest, stomach and groin with my thick globs of cum. As soon as I was done shooting, I gently nudged the head of my cock back into his tender hole. He instinctively took hold of his own cock, using my cum as lube, and shot his own load with in about fifteen strokes.

I got off the bed and began to get dressed in silence. ManBoy just stared off into space, intentionally not looking at me. When I was about half dressed he said

ManBoy: “Did you get off on that shit?”

Me: “What shit exactly?”

ManBoy: “Using me…like your personal fuck toy!”

I did not answer…just continued to get dressed. When I was ready to go I opened the door, but before leaving I turned and said,

Me: “When you are in town again call me if you want…or don’t… it is up to you”

ManBoy: “Right now…I don’t want to ever want to see you again…but we both know that I will call”

Me: “Yeah…we do”

With that I left to tackle my busy Saturday.

Ginger Boy

2010-11-09T09:56:00.000-08:00

Is there anything that is hotter than a true red head with a fire bush? For me, red heads are at the top of the gay boy food chain, rivaled only by a man with a high & tight cut of any color.

This young man whom I will call here “Ginger Boy” is 28 years old, 5’8” and about 175 lbs. His red hair is rather subtle on his head because he keeps it cut close, but his crotch cover is a gorgeous deep auburn color decorating a 6.5” cut and thick cock. He has a very worked-out body, but not overly muscular...everything is in proportion. Additionally, he has a very clean…boy next door look and demeanor…very straight acting so that no one would readily guess that instead of plowing pussy, he would rather be the pussy plowed…by a strong black man if possible.

I have known Ginger Boy for a little more than a year now and until a couple of weeks ago we had not done anything sexual other than playful talk. Playful talk with a purpose because it was well understood from the beginning that I am a predator…and that eventually opportunity and desire would intersect.

A friend of mine was hosting a birthday party at his house for his partner/boy friend/whatever. It was a Saturday night, and while I normally would not go to such an event, my friend had done me a favor recently for which I wanted to show my appreciation. I stopped by the party with the intent of staying maybe an hour…tops. I arrived around 9:00 PM. The place was over-run with people…mostly kids really, late 20s…which stands to reason as my friend is in a “Daddy/Boy” relationship where his partner/boy friend/Boy/whatever… is about 15 years younger than us.

I found my friend, and one or two other guys our age huddled in the kitchen. The beer was cold, the food awesome and our small group conversation was on football…Perfect!

About 45 minutes into my allotted hour for this appearance, Ginger Boy walks into the kitchen with some other twenty somethings and the birthday boy…I had no idea that Ginger Boy and my friends Boy were friends…but then…why not?

It is funny, early in my career I learned that communication is much more about non-verbal cues than verbal words. A person will tell you if they are telling the truth or lying through nonverbal cues. By the same token, you can…and I did…tell Ginger Boy… “I am going to fuck you tonight,” with just a look. I knew Ginger Boy got my message as he held my eye contact longer than necessary and then turned beet red. I should be more careful because my friend, the host of the party, caught the whole nonverbal exchange. With a slight smirk on his face he said,

“Forget it, he is here with his pot-head boyfriend over there”

He directed my gaze over to the far corner of the living room were a blazer and jeans wearing white guy, who was in desperate need of a hair cut, was holding court with about five other guys and a couple of girls. According to my buddy, he works for the same company as Ginger Boy and they have been dating for a few months, which I found odd because Ginger Boy and I have chatted…quite explicitly…several times over the last few months.

This new information served to only bring more of the predator within me to the surface. I turned to my friend and simply stated

“I am going to need to use one of your bedrooms for a bit”

My friend chuckled and said something like “Yeah…right!” until the very serious look on my face made him stop chuckling and say…”Are you crazy?...his boyfriend is right the fuck over there!” I did not say a word to my friend, just gave him the look. A moment later he said “If you are going to do this, use the bathroom upstairs that connects the two guest rooms…it is less conspicuous and the doors lock from the inside… be discreet will ya…I don’t need the drama.”

A bit later, I worked my way over to Ginger Boy and separated him from the heard into a corner of the dining room.

Me: “I am going to fuck you tonight”

GB: “I cant Sir, I am here with someone”

Me: “You have done nothing but beg me to fuck you for months now. Tonight, you get your chance…it is up to you what you do with it” With that I simply walked away.

As I expected, about and hour and a half later, the crowd had thinned down to the hard-core partiers. I also observed that Ginger Boy’s boyfriend had migrated down to the utility room in the lowest level of the townhouse which is were the pot smoking was taking place. To his credit, Ginger Boy stayed up on the main level of the house and continued to keep checking on my whereabouts about every ten minutes or so. Not so much to his credit, he was working on his fourth Gin & Tonic by my count. If this was going to happen, it needed to happen soon before Ginger Boy was too drunk.

I discretely made my way upstairs to the designated bathroom. I then sent Ginger Boy a text message that read,

“It is decision time…I will wait five minutes for you to make you way to the guest bedroom bathroom upstairs…Your bf is high as a kite in the basement…be here in less than 5 or delete my number from your phone”

As I waited in that bathroom I figured it was a less than 50% chance that Ginger Boy would show. This was because I represented a Fantasy of Ginger Boy’s…to be fucked raw and bred by a muscled up black man. Fantasies are just fine when they are only in our heads…quite another when it is living, breathing and standing in front of you. In the fantasy, the pain of that first penetration is always a good pain…in real life though…that is the pain that takes your breath away. In the fantasy, the breeding top is always clean and negative…in real life…there is always that chance…that risk. I knew that all of these contradictions between fantasy and reality were at war within Ginger Boy’s head…anyone’s guess which would win out…desire or discretion?

As I was about to leave, a very tentative Ginger Boy entered the bathroom through the first guest bedroom. His head was down, and he was nearly trembling with fear…anxiety…booz? The predator in me took over. I closed and locked both doors. The only light in the room came from a small night light plugged in the wall socket.

I came up to Ginger Boy from behind, reached around and began to undo his jeans. He instantly put his hands on mine to stop me. I paused…and then calmly said into his ear…

Me: “We both know this is what you want and need…we do not have a lot of time…I am going to quickly breed you now “

With this, Ginger Boy let go of my hands and let me pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles. I bent him over the double sink vanity, turned on the water facet, applied some soap and water to my hands then applied that to his hole and my cock. I was actually rock hard from the time he stepped into the bathroom so there was no hesitation on my part. With him bent over the sink, his hole lined up perfectly with my fat black cock head. Believe me, I wanted to go balls deep in one stroke, but I feared that his resulting scream from the pain would call too much attention to us so I eased in him as best I could. It took me pushing in, pulling back…pushing in a bit further… and so on a few times before his smooth ass cheeks were nestled against my pubic hair. With each push, Ginger Boy released a controlled grunt…which as you know from reading this blog…just turns me on even more.

Once my fat black cock was seated deep in his bowels…Ginger Boy let out a long guttural moan, and kept clinching his ass around my cock…I need to point out here that he was not just clinching his ass ring around the base of my cock like most…his whole anal cavity was literally gripping my cock. I have heard tell that this happens when a bottom clenches with his lower stomach muscles instead of just his sphincter …IT FELT FAN-FUCKIN-TASTIC!

I then grabbed the back of Ginger Boy’s neck with my left hand…I don’t know why I did this… was just in the moment I guess… and steadied his hips with my right…and proceeded to pound Ginger Boy’s hole. I think it took me all of twenty strokes before I let go a torrent of thick cum deep inside him. Shooting so quick is unusual for me…but like I had mentioned in the intro to one of my most recent posts, I had a lot of pent up desire for a special someone who has been unavailable for a few weeks so I have literally been a walking hard-on.

When I was done cumming inside of Ginger Boy, I pulled out in one swift motion. I probably should not have done that. Doing so resulted in Ginger Boy convulsing a bit, and a huge glob of cum came flying out and dropped on his pants that were still down around his ankles. This ment I would have to take more time. Time to sooth Ginger a bit and time to clean up a mess…a mess that was going to leave a tell tale wet spot on his jeans.

I stood Ginger up and held him from behind for about twenty seconds… he was fine. While doing so, I could see in the mirror that he had a raging hard-on… I would have liked to help him get off, but we just did not have the time…besides…this was one of those situation where the Boy needed to be sent home hard because this was all about him giving in … giving his body…to please a man. I knew that his reflection upon this event would give him many…many orgasms for months to come so I leaned into his ear and said,

Me: “Every time you jack off thinking about what just happened here, I want to know about it”

GB: “Yes Sir”

We got him cleaned up as best and as quickly as we could…yes, there was a wet spot on upper right thigh of his jeans…just below the waist. I left him in the bathroom contemplating how to explain the obvious wet spot.

Thus far I have received eight “Did it again Sir” text messages.

First (Bareback) Fuck: Christian

2010-11-02T08:39:00.000-07:00

Okay folks, here is another First (Bareback) Fuck Story for you. I will be back soon. In fact, I have been fucking everything moving these days trying to get over a special someone of whom I just cant have as much as I would like. I have kept notes on each fuck and am in the process of writing the first few now. However, here is a special treat to hold you over. The following guest post is from CXG, the author of Christian X Gartrip Blog, one of the hottest and best written REAL gay sex blogs out there (www.christianxgartrip.blogspot.com/). By “REAL” I mean sex that really happened, not fantasy shit. If you think this blog is hot, please check out Christian’s. One of the neat things about Christian is that he is my match. By that I mean he is a hot white guy who loves bareback sex with black men. And, in case your are wondering…yes…Christian and I are on a collision course…soon! Stay tuned. Meanwhile, enjoy!

Hello Sir. Below is the retelling of my first BB experience. It was recent (March of 2010), but back in the early 80's when I first came out, barebacking was the norm. Back then, though, we just called it "sex." My fuckbuddies started wrapping their meat in the mid-80's but I never got used to the sight of a fully loaded condom being flushed down the can. Recently, I joined the online sex community and have started exploring some of the fantasies I've kept hidden for most of my adult life: bears, small orgies, men of color, light BDSM, and, of course, barebacking. The following story is an account of my night barebacking with a big black bear. Damn... for the first time in 25 years I felt alive again. I hope you enjoy it.

A BLACK MAN'S WHITE BOTTOM

In 2005 I finally found the man of my dreams. We met on a singles' website and have been together for over 5 years. Things are going well, but the sex dried up in 2008. I don't nag, so I kept my mouth shut to everyone but Bob, an old friend in NY. He told me to find a few fuckbuddies and enjoy myself until the boyfriend came out of his funk. I was reluctant. I live in a small southern town and, to be honest, I wasn't sure if there were a lot of other gay men around who would be interested in pity-fucking me every few weeks. Bob suggested that I join a few online sex sites. Huh? There were online sex sites? Really? I knew about CraigsList and a few dating sites (that's how I met my partner), but I was unaware of the others.

So I thought about it for a few weeks, explored the sites as a guest, and then finally jumped in and joined two of them (ManHunt and Adam4Adam). Wow... so many horny fuckers in my own small town. Who knew?!?!

For about a month, I hooked up with a random assortment of men who were not unlike myself: sexually frustrated, middle-aged white guys. Most were partnered and a few were married, but the only thing that really differentiated us was the simple fact that they were Tops and I was a bottom. I burned through a box of condoms, a few bottles of poppers, and quite a bit of lube, but aside from that, it got kind of boring rather quickly. I needed more.

Full disclosure: I have a very rich fantasy life. Sure, most people do, but mine is somewhat extreme, and I tend to obsess over it. I keep an e-journal that is literally overflowing with some of the darkest fantasies one can ever hope to read. Men of color, truckers, raw bookstore hook-ups, motel orgies, piss romps,... you name it, and I've probably thought about it and jerked off to it. At some point, I started to think that maybe I should explore the fantasies and try to meet men who were better suited to what I really wanted. And to be honest, what I most wanted was the feel of a black cock cumming hard inside my asshole. I'm not sure why, but I'd never been out with (or been fuck by) a black man. I'd had a few chances in my younger days, but things had never worked out. With this new world of sex-starved hook-up artists suddenly at my fingertips, it seemed wrong not to explore... so I did, and I've been "exploring" ever since.

So back in late March I was skulking around the Adam site when I suddenly got an email from a guy in a neighboring county.

BEAR: "You Looking?"

Before responding, I checked his profile: 35yo GBM, 5'11", 235lbs, 8"c, Strict Top & BB only. Damn, I thought. The motherload of fantasy just knocked at my door. This must happen, I kept telling myself... This Must Happen! I tried not to sound too excited or spastic, but seriously, I desperately wanted to be this guy's bitch, so I played it cool and hoped for the best.

ME: "Yeah man... always."

BEAR: "Looking for NSA FB. Total Top here. Don't suck. Just fuck. BB ONLY!!! You 4real?"

ME: "Yes. Looking for later tonight. Two holes... both available. Sit on my face if you want to, but I'm only interested in men who want to fuck. I can host. ETA?"

BEAR: "Don't game me. I'll ride it and leave the full nut. Show me some pics."

ME: "No games. Pics are now unlocked. Don't need to see yours. I don't do romance, so I don't care what you look like. I'm making my ass available to you if you want it."

BEAR: "And if I do? What then?"

ME: "I strip down and suck your cock, bury my face in your ass, then you get to fuck me. That's it. What else you want? Again, ETA?"

BEAR: "That's what I want, too. You know what BB means? 10:30 too late? You clean?"

ME: "I'm all yours, man. 10:30 is fine. My ass will be clean. Not so concerned about yours... and YES, I know what BB means. Bring it."

After this exchange, I gave him my address. Seconds later he signed off. Whoa... no backing out now. My heart immediately began to race at the thought of this large stranger pounding his cock into my ass. I hurried around the house checking to see if the place was presentable and then gave my asshole another quick cleansing... just in case. I then threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt (nothing else) and took a seat on the front porch with a cigarette.

At 10:40 a navy SUV pulled into the driveway. I sat quietly and watched as a nearly 6' black bear hoisted himself from his car. He was dressed in jeans, jacket, boots, and ball cap. He seemed pleasant enough, which was oddly disappointing. Don't be chatty, don't be chatty, I kept telling myself. Be cool.

ME: "Hey man."

BEAR: "So we doing it out here?"

ME: "No... just waiting in case you got lost."

BEAR: "GPS... don't get lost."
I stood up and shook his hand and let him follow me inside. I kept waiting for him to pull a brick out of his jacket and bash my head in. Instead he just mumbled, "Nice ass."

By the time I closed the front door, I was ready to get naked. Hell, he could have banged me on the couch and I wouldn't have cared, but I led him into the bedroom. As he looked around I kept thinking that I needed to do something to set the tone... to let him know that I was his. He was standing next to my dresser, so I unsnapped my shorts and let them fall to the floor. His eyes widened. As I pulled my shirt over my head, I dropped to my knees so that my face was 6 inches from his crotch.

The Bear unzipped and pulled out a short, dark cock. I sniffed his naked crotch, musky, and then swallowed his meat whole. As I sucked him to a fat (but still short) erection, he undressed and left his clothes in a pile on the floor. I picked up his large white briefs and placed them under my nose. I breathed in... he watched.

"Turn around and let me sniff your ass." Bear turned toward the dresser and spread his legs. I separated his heavy cheeks and lapped at his black hole. He was covered in sweat. The odor made me high. I could have spent quite some time cleaning out his crack, but the man wanted to lie down, so he walked over to the bed and spread out. I got between his legs and returned to his fat cock. Bear brought his own bottle of poppers, and he kept shoving them under my nose. I had my own, but I took what he offered and sucked his cock until he was ready for my ass.

BEAR: "How you want it?"

ME: "Raw. Greasy."

BEAR: "Nah man... how you wanna take it?

ME: "On my knees... bitch style."

BEAR: "Get up here then and show me. Damn, I need some of dat ass."

The Bear took his time once I got into position. He popped my cheeks a couple of times and slowly fingered my hole with grease. I was surprised that he liked this part. I had assumed that he would just dive right in, but clearly, he was in no hurry. I had grabbed a bottle of poppers from the bedside table, so when I heard him take another whiff from his bottle, I opened mine and breathed long and deep. A few seconds later I was on a cloud mumbling... "fuck my ass, man... fuck it good."

Suddenly, two large hands grabbed my hips and the head of his dick pressed against my greasy rim. He pushed in... I exhaled. A raw black cock had finally made its way into my chute. Finally! Never in my life had I felt like a rebel, but now, I felt like the only rebel on earth. I know... weird... but that was what was going through my head at the time... maybe it was the poppers.

He jerked my body back onto his cock. It hurt, but not enough to make me cry out. To be honest, I liked the way he handled me. He didn't seem all that concerned with how I felt; he just knew what he wanted, so he took it. I liked that. I really did.

To be honest, the man's cock was not ideal. I got off on its fatness, but I would have preferred something longer and thinner. I like the way a man's dick strokes my prostate, and this one was getting no where near it. He made up for it, though, with the sheer force of his technique. Once he got going, he was all over me.

The Bear fucked his skinny white whore so hard that the bed began to bounce on the hardwood floor. As one point, I think he bruised the inside of my rectum, but I refused to make him stop until he'd filled my hole with a load of fresh spunk. Before he came, he flipped me over and grabbed my feet. I took a long snort off the bottle and screamed at him, "FUCK ME HARD." (Sorry neighbors, but it couldn't be helped).

I felt him cum. His wide body shook as he worked his cock into my ass, but then he started pumping me again. A double-cummer, I thought. Keep it up... Keep it up. He shot off one more time with a deep groan and then fell back, throwing my legs almost completely off the mattress.
I crawled between the Bear's thighs and sniffed his crotch. I licked his softening cock and tried to clean up the cum and grease that coated it. Bear rubbed my hair and tried to catch his breath. "Nice ass, man. That was good." I said nothing, but kept licking his package like a dog licks its mate.

"Where's your bathroom?" Bear made his way down the hall, took a long piss (regretfully wasted, but maybe next time), and then started to dress while I lay naked across the sheets. I hadn't cum yet, and damn was I feeling it. As I watched him pull on his baggy white briefs, I pushed a finger into my hole and felt for his load. There it was. By now, he was watching, so I locked eyes with his and slowly pulled my finger out of my ass and inserted it into my mouth. It had been over 25 years since I'd done this, and I wasn't going to let one fucking drop of it go to waste. The Bear just watched. I think he knew how much I needed it. I think he understood.

Bear came back a few weeks later for a repeat performance. I never did ask him his name (seemed wrong) and he seemed unconcerned about what my name was. That's cool. I still see his profile on line occasionally. We don't speak anymore, but I know he probably thinks about it from time to time.

These days, I'm still whoring around on my frigid boyfriend with just about anyone who'll have me. At times I wonder if I'm not a sex addict. I don't bareback everyone who climbs onto my bed (some don't want it anyway), but I always look for those hardcore men who like it raw. When I find one (a fierce black Top, a seedy trucker, or a burly married guy), I toss the condoms aside and grease up for another dose of spunk. I can never get enough. Never.

First (Bareback) Fuck - Dan

2010-10-25T05:42:00.000-07:00

I still remember my first time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

First Fuck - Triangle Bottom

2010-10-20T08:17:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get naked!” he ordered almost immediately.

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

“Turn around,” he said

So I did and continued to stand there naked.

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

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

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

Was it the beer? Was it the fear?

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

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

So again, I did.

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

“Whoa!” he exclaimed and almost doubled over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” I said sheepishly.

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

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

“Let’s go get cleaned up.”

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

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

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

“You were fucking great,” he said.

“Thanks,” I replied.

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

I remember just smiling at him and immediately looking down.

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

First Fuck Guest Post - Charlie

2010-10-15T08:10:00.000-07:00

Here you go folks... "First Fuck Guest Post" from "Charlie". Please, everyone... if you read it...comment on it, good , bad, anonymously, or whatever... it is just so that "Charlie" knows that people are reading his story. Also, send me an email of your First Fuck to blk4whtass@live.com and I will work it in as a guest post when I can.

Sir:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clutter Fuck

2010-10-12T12:01:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It took him about two minutes to send this response

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

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

Clutter: “Yes Sir”

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

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

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

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

Clutter: “Please Sir”

I stopped…agitated

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

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

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

Clutter: “Please…Sir…Please…don’t go”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

4) Don’t be a free-loader…even if you don’t think your story is hot…trust me…it will be to someone… honestly, I am always amazed that ANYONE reads this blog…to me…honestly…these encounters are rather dull, dry, boring…but I understand that others see the same story totally differently…so send my your first fuck story no matter what you think of it…DON’T just keep reading and enjoying the stories of others without offering your own…

The address to send your stories or comment or whatever…blk4whtass@live.com

Thank You Brother...Continued (part 2)

2010-09-21T14:45:00.000-07:00

After I left Farm Boy, I continued to walk around the back room. There was one older guy that was bird-dogging me but I really was not interested…not because he was older…rather because he had long hair and a long haired beard that was much more gray than brown…I don’t know why, but men with long hair just don’t do anything for me.

After about ten minutes of walking around I found the middle-aged guy again…standing in a booth stroking his cock.

I stood there in the door way for a bit not sure if I should try again or not. Myself, I hate it when you just are not into someone in a place like that but they keep trying to get you to let them suck your dick or whatever. Also, standing there in the door way, I got a much better look at the man. Yes…definitely middle aged, with some slight gray hair on the edges of his neatly trimmed hair line. Additionally, his rather conservative glasses made him look like you would expect a Deacon of the local Southern Baptist Church to look like…hence I will call him Deacon here.

As I stood there in the door, Deacon covered his cock and balls a bit with his right hand, but his left continued to slow stroke his 7.5” cut cock…all the while he kept his eyes on the monitor. He was neither inviting me in, nor shooing me away.

I stood there for another 30 seconds, not really sure if this was going to workout or not. Then I decided to step in the booth, but rather than step toward him, I slid along the wall far enough in so that I could see the monitor. When I moved, Deacon paused his stroking. Clearly, this was a man dealing with a war in his head between his desire, and his comfort level with those desires.

When I was far enough inside the booth to see the monitor…Deacon looked at me strangely… it was a worried look…like I was about to find out something. I held his eyes in mine…just as I did with the Farm Boy…letting him know that it was “OK”.

When I broke the stare and looked at the monitor, I understood completely.

On the screen was straight porn, but it was a black guy with a huge cock fucking the hell out of this little white girl who was screaming in either pain or extreme pleasure…not really sure which.

I turned back to Deacon who again looked at me with strange winkled brow that seemed to say: “now you know my secret”

I very calmly, unbuttoned my jeans, lowered my zipper and pulled out my…by now…very fat and hard black cock. Deacon watched my every move and had stopped stroking his cock, which looked like it was even harder and bigger than before.

With my cock out of my pants, I very gently reached for his right hand and brought it over to my cock. Once he had hold on my dick, I reached over and took his cock in my right hand. For the next minute or so all we did was stroke each other. Deacon seemed fascinated and would not take his eyes off my cock. He kept squeezing it and hefting it like he was trying to get an idea of its actual weight or something. It was clear that this was indeed the first black cock that he had seen up close let alone touch.

Twice during our mutual stroking he had to grab my right hand and stop me from stroking him for fear he would cum.

If you have been reading this blog then you know that I really get off on the contrast between my dark skin and the pale/pink skin of white guys…add to that…getting to see the white guy get jazzed by that same contrast for the first time…well…you can imagine how extremely sexually charged moment was.

Without saying a word, Deacon slowly sat down on the bench in the booth and continued to softly stroke my cock. I took this as a sign that he was THINKING about putting my cock in his mouth. I don’t really know how I knew…perhaps from his pensive manner…but I instantly understood that this was not only the first black cock he had been this close to…it was the ONLY cock he had been this close to. I was very thrilled…maybe even honored (although as I write that it seems so corny) that this middle aged man chose me to be the one with whom he stepped across the preverbal straight/gay line.

Not wanting to push…I know... I know… not like me at all… nonetheless…not wanting to push, I simply stroked the back of his neck with my left hand… he looked up into my eyes for the first time since the touching started…I smiled at him… and that seemed to be what he needed to feel that it was indeed “Okay”. Deacon looked back down at the fat head of my rock hard cock…opened his mouth as wide as he could…leaned forward and took what I am sure was his very first cock into his very warm but rather dray mouth.

As you might imagine his oral skills were non-existent! I did not care…this was about so much more for him…and consequently for me… the fact that all he could basically do is hold my cock in his mouth did not take away from the moment at all.

Deacon suckled my cock for only about a minute before he stopped and stood up again. Up to this point, I had let Deacon step through this monumental even for him at his own pace, but now it was time to rock his world a bit.

As he stood, I took the opportunity to slide my left hand down the back of his open pants. He had a nicely shaped ass that was only a little fleshy. Clearly this was a grad “A” ass a few years back. Surprisingly, he did not resist me when ran my hand along the crack of his ass…poking my finger in the crease…feeling for his pucker. When I found it, I gently spun him around so that I was completely behind him. With light pressure on his upper back, he got the message and slightly leaned forward against the wall. As he did this, I pushed his jeans and boxer shorts down below his knees…knelt behind him…spread his ass cheeks with my hands and began to eat his only slightly pungent ass.

With my fat tongue swirling around his puckered hole, Deacons body was tense and ridged. This was obviously more than he bargained for but I think he stayed with it because the good feeling was undeniable. Although I could not see them, I felt the presence of others watching us form the door. Deacon finally gave up the ghost and let out a slight moan as I pushed the tip of my tongue into his now very wet hole.

Out of curiosity, I reached up between his legs to feel his cock. It was rock hard and he instantly pulled my hand off his cock fearing that would push him over the edge and this would be over much too soon for his liking. Interestingly… when he grabbed my hand, he pulled it off his cock, but he did not let my hand go…instead he held my hand and squeezed intermittently…I took this as his way of telling me that he was …umm… having a good time?

I ate Deacon’s ass for two minutes…the third minute I was shoving all of the spit I could generate into his hole. The way I figured it…I would get only one shot at popping this “Forty Something” year old cherry before he freaked out on me.

Pulling my mouth away from his ass…standing…and aligning my cock to his puckered hole…as expected… caused Deacon to snap out of his reverie and instantly protest

Deacon: “No…No… I can’t… No”

I had a firm grip on his hips and had pinned him against the wall. He was struggling to reach his pants and pull them up but with me pinning him against the wall his pants were just out of his reach.

As calmly as I could, I said

Me: “It is Okay…I am not going to hurt you… I promise… you have come this far…look, just rock your hips back and feel the head…that’s all I want you to do is feel the head of my cock on hole”

Very cautiously Deacon pressed his ass back against my cock…He was so uptight that I was sure there was no way my fat cock was going into his hole… but that was ok with me…all I wanted at that point was for him to get that special feeling of a hard cock knocking at his back door.

Me: “Relax…relax…push out a little…like you are taking a dump…yeah...yeah…that’s it!”

To my utter surprise… he actually did what I told him to do, and the head of my cock popped through his ass ring.

Deacon: “Ahhhh…Ahhh…Ahhh…I’m cumming…I’m cumming”

Sure enough, with just the head of my cock in his ass, Deacon exploded all over the buddy window. I could see three very thick strands of white cum plastered on the glass.

As soon as Deacon shot his load, he instantly hopped off my cock. As if his consciousness came crashing back to reality…and the full weight of what he had just done settled upon him, he began to turn beat red, and he hurriedly began putting himself back together.

When he was all set to go…I stepped out of his way so that he could leave…but he did not go right away…he stood there looking down at his shoes, hands in his pockets…searching for the right words. He did not need to say anything for my benefit but I knew enough to just let him work through it on his own. I simply continued to stuff my still raging hard-on back into my jeans. After a few more silent seconds

Deacon: “Ya know that was a first for me”

Me: “Yes, I know…and I hope that you know that it does not necessarily mean anything. It does not mean that you are gay, and it certainly does not mean that you are an evil, sinful person that is going to Hell because of it. It just means that you are a normal man with very real desires…desires, which probably for the first time, you honestly accepted and allowed yourself to act upon.”

Upon hearing this, Deacon looked at me, and for the first time he smiled. He then placed his right hand on my shoulder and said:

Deacon: “Thank You Brother”

To be honest, the “Thank You Brother” comment freaked me out a bit cause the guy already looked like a church Deacon…with those three words he all but confirmed it…at least in my own mind anyway.

To Be Continued….

Thank You Brother

2010-09-17T11:17:00.000-07:00

Last week I had a brief assignment to the Midwest (Iowa). Work did not leave me much time for play but I managed to squeeze some in and this is just a quick Adult Bookstore encounter.

I was actually passing through this mid-sized Midwestern city not far from where I grew up. This is only relevant because it helps explain how I knew about this place.

It is a porn video store in front, but I have never ever seen anyone going through… much less purchasing any of those Tired Video… I mean at least they could have one shelf of current, Treasure Island Media type videos… instead the shelves are lined with ridiculously over produced compilation videos,,, many of which are still in VHS format. No one ever goes there for the videos… they go there for the very large back video booth area where guys cruse each other from the time the place opens until it closes around midnight.

I paid my $10.00 to the very disinterested clerk who actually seemed a bit pissed that he had to put his sci-fi paperback book down for a minute to take my money.

Once I was buzzed into the back, I just stood there for a moment allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Soon enough I was good to go and made a quick sweep of the place to see who was there. In short… not a lot… the “pickins were slim” as they say in that part of the country.

After my quick walk through I determined that there were only two guys of interest. One was a mid-twenties 6’2” farm boy complete with the warn jeans, innocuous rock band t-shirt and a beat up green John Deere ball cap. The other potential was another 6’2” man though middle aged …late forties… with glasses, red polo shirt and standard levis jeans. Although causally dressed, the middle aged guy seemed like he was more accustomed to a suit and tie…I don’t know… I just got that vibe.

I actually approached the middle aged guy first because he was standing in his door-less booth with his 7”, medium thick and cut cock in his hand watching the little video monitor. As soon as I took a step toward him, he put up his hand…motioning that he was not interested. That was cool… I mean… I get it … we like what we like.

So I set off searching booths for the farm boy. After checking like 20 booths, I was convinced that he was gone and I had missed him… but… sure enough… in the very last booth, there he was standing with his back to the “buddy Window”, facing the door-less doorway…checking out the video monitor to his left. He had his pants open and he was trying to stroke his limp 8” uncut cock to erection.

He did not look at me right away, as he was working hard to find something in the gay fuck video on the monitor to help his cock to get hard. I am sure he knew someone was in the doorway, but it was as if he would not even consider doing anything with anyone unless he was first able to get that beautiful cock to its full erect glory.

After about 20 seconds of me standing in the door way he did look at me and we made instant eye contact. At this point he stopped frantically stroking his meat. It was totally cool…so much was communicated between us just through that 10 second stare. In that moment, his eyes seem to say “Oh… its you” (he had noticed me during my initial sweep though)…”what do you want to do…I want to play with you but I am not a bottom”. My eyes simply said “Its okay”. Before I took a step toward him, I turned my ball cap backwards. At this, farm boy close his eyes and let out a very erotic sound that was a cross between a sigh and a moan. At the same time, he leaned back against the wall with the buddy window and dropped his hands from his crotch to his side completely exposing a fast rising 8” uncut cock.

On my knees with his cock fully hard in my mouth, farm boy began to tentatively thrust his hips forward as if he was sort of asking if it was ok to fuck my mouth. In response I simply moaned, open my throat, and took him in until my nose was buried in his light brown pubic hair…with a crotch smell that… well guys… you know what I am talking about…that GREAT man crotch smell!

With a signal like that, farm boy cut loose and let himself…be himself. With a couple of “Oh…Fuck Yeahs” he was fucking my face with his rock hard cock, and his hands kept rubbing up and down my traps, delts and bicep muscles.

Within two minutes, his breathing became labored and on a down stroke…where his cock was lodged all the way into my throat…he began to cum. As he was cumming down my throat, all that kept running through my mind was…”Got Milk?” I swear I counted at least seven major spurts of his cum from his cock. Needless to say, I had been jacking my cock the whole time… and after his forth spurt of cum down my throat, I had to clamp the base of my cock, and push my finger against that spot under my balls to stop my ejaculation (Sexual Kung Fu again).

I was indeed able to experience a full orgasm without ejaculation. However, it was a very powerful orgasm and it rocked my whole body. Farm boy obviously though that I was cumming and in a very sweet gesture held still, keeping his cock lodged deep in my thoat and for about 30 seconds, tenderly rubbed my shoulders and upper back until I came down from my orgasm.

After we put ourselves back together, Farm Boy gently rubbed my chest, looked me in the eyes and said

Farm Boy: “Thank you…you are the only one in here who could even make me hard…that was great man”

Me: “No…thank you…you are a hot man!”

By this time I am ready to move on, but it is clear that Farm Boy wants to say something more and I pause…he starts to speak, but then got shy or something and just smiled… I smiled back and left the booth… As I am walking down the hall I turn and look back over my shoulder and Farm Boy is standing outside his booth staring at me…like he is trying to make up his mind about something. After a moment, he just smiles again and waves goodbye.

To Be Continued…

"It Hurts"...The Folow-up

2010-08-23T07:33:00.000-07:00

Those of you who have been reading this blog for some time know that I very rarely if ever write about the same guy twice even though most of the sex that I have are repeats. I am going to make an exception this time because it is so relevant to the previous post…and some have written comments here or written me directly at blk4whtass@live.com and expressed a desire for some “follow-up” on some the guys I have written about.

I was at a popular gay bar on Friday night. I NEVER frequent this place because it mostly caters to the very young, twinkish crowd…not really my type. I was there Friday night only because a friend that I occasionally work with on assignment likes the place and we wanted to have a drink and catch-up a bit.

I had been there with my friend for just over two hours and was about to call it a night when I noticed the Kid about thirty feet away from me…with what looked like about 4 or 5 of his friends. He was obviously fucked up, and he was staring right at me. I nodded my head towards him as a gesture of “Hello”… he did nothing, just continued to stare at me. At that moment, I knew that I had a situation on my hands.

I was not quite sure how to handle it… needed a bit more information…so I decided to do nothing yet…just continued to visit with my friend.

About ten minutes later, the kid was on the move…heading in my direction. I had the presents of mine to say to my friend

Me: “Look Bob, it looks like I have a situation that I have to deal with. Thanks for the drinks…give me a call later this weekend and I will explain”

By this time, the Kid is standing directly in front of me…his face is red with either anger or alcohol or both. As a side note…I have to say that with that high & tight blond hair and red face… the Kid looked adorable…totally fuckable!

Before the Kid could say or do anything emotional and stupid…I gave him a very serious look…One that said “I know are pissed, but DON’T BE STUPID!”

Me: “Kid…this is Lt Col Bob …..”

After the briefest pause, the Kid turns from me, looks at my friend, extends his hand and says

Kid: “Lt. Col.”

The two shake hands, all the while my friend has this shit-eating grin on his face

Bob: “ Pleased to meet you Son”
With that, the Kid returns to staring at me. I bid my friend a good night and simply said to the Kid

Me: “Outside...Now”

When we got outside, I directed the Kid around the corner and up the street where I had parked my car. When we reached the car I told him to get in and we could talk.

Once in the car, we sat in silence for about two minutes. I figured that he would speak once he was through processing his feelings. Soon enough he said,

Kid: “Do you have any idea what you have done to me?”

Me; “Yes, I think so…”

Kid: “What then?”

Me: “My guess is that you probably cant stop thinking about what happened in my bed…It makes you angry but excites you at the same time…you probably jack off thinking about it, which pisses you off even more.”

Kid: “You are a fuckin asshole…do you know that?”

Me: “Yeah… Rodger that”

With that, I started the car and pulled into traffic. It is funny, I guess I half expected him to ask where I was taking him…but he never did… he knew.

Not another word was said…in fact, not another sound came from him until I pushed into him for the second time bareback. I had him on his belly this time, giving him one hell of a “jailhouse” fuck.

My chest was pressed hard against his back, my forearms were underneath his shoulders and I piston my cock in him with my hips. His grunting turned into a continuous moan which at times sounded like he was crying…I could not tell for sure because as usual, I had his face buried deep into my pillow.

Again, I was not out to hurt this Kid at all… my goal this night was to just give him what I knew he needed now…that feeling…that pulsing…that flooding and thin the slow dripping out later. About ten minutes into what ended up being a fifteen minute fuck, he grabbed both my hands, interlaced our fingers and squeezed tight. At the same time he was bucking-back, meeting my cock on the down-stroke…doing the best he could to actually milk my cock. After a bit of trial and error, we actually found our rhythm and I said

Me:” Yeah…that’s it Boy…I have such a big load of cum for your hot little ass…Yeah, yeah…Yeah…YEEEAAAH!

I came in him strong, and as I was shooting off in him… he kept the rhythm going and literally seconds after I came, I felt his hole spasm as he shot another huge load on my bed sheets.

I laid there on top of him, and still in him, for something like ten or fifteen minutes. Every few minutes I would feel him clench my fat, semi-hard cock with is ass…it was obvious that this Kid was born to be a bottom. He loves the full feeling of another mans cock filling up his empty space.

True to form, the Kid began to fall asleep. As much as I DID want to hold this tough kid all night long again, I did not want him to get the wrong idea about what this is…and what it is not, so I got him up and put him in the shower. While he was getting cleaned up I took to changing the bed sheets…simply stated, the wet spot from his cum was HUGE! I swear, that boy must have shot a pint of cum…ah the benefit of youth!

We had a very good talk while I drove him home. I won’t bother with details of that conversation here, but will simply say that this Kid is going places. I say this mostly because he obviously has the ability to accept and adjust to the situations in his life and make it all work for him. When I think about it, this particular character trait is the common denominator of every successful person that I have ever met and had the pleasure of getting to know.

"It Hurts!"

2010-08-18T11:59:00.000-07:00

Once again, this blog post is more of a confession than anything else. Again, I have done something for which I am rather ashamed of after the fact.

There is an adult books and toy store near DC where I occasionally go to purchase poppers, high end sex lube and videos. About a year ago, a young kid… college student actually… began working there for a part-time job. This kid is the younger version of one of my ideal “cable guy” body type. I think he is accurately referred to as a “cub” … in that he is about 5’10”, 36” waist, blond hair cut in a military style “high & tight” and blond fur all over his chest and legs.

Needless to say, I took a liking to the kid instantly. Whenever I frequented the store and he was working, I would take my time… linger… making small talk with him and others all the while coming on to him. In the beginning…according to him…he thought me “Creepy” and figured that I was just another older (to him certainly) black guy trying to “get his junk”. However, over time he saw me as “Less Creepy”, and he actually began to wonder what that sexual encounter may be like.

I believe the turning point came one day when I decided to try on T-Shirt for sale in the store and did not bother to go to the changing room. I had just came from the gym that day, and my delts, chest and traps were still rippling from the intense workout. From that day on…I noticed a definite change in his attitude toward me…he even began to flirt back just a little.

Now leap forward a few months to a couple of weeks ago. By this time it is a foregone conclusion in my mind that I would fuck this kid. Later, he also admitted that he had known that we would soon fuck, but he did not think it would happen when or how it did. In fact, he figured that it would be a few more months before he actually gained enough courage and comfort with me to allow himself to be in that position.

It was a Saturday night. I stopped in the store…not because I needed anything, but I wanted to put more time in toward getting into the kid’s pants. As it turned out, he was the only one working the store that night and he was getting off work in a few hours. He had had a bad few days…something about arguments with his parents, needing money for school, having to move apartments and being called in to work because someone did not show for their shift. All in all, the kid was not in the best of moods to say the least.

This is the part of me that I don’t like… am ashamed of…the predator in me…years ago I was trained me to be a predator but now it is sometimes hard to turn that off …usually I can catch myself…stand down…walk away…get my head right…be a normal person…not always…sometimes it gets the best of me…if you have been reading this blog for awhile then you know this.

As soon as I assessed the kid’s rather distressed state of mind, I instantly shifted gears. I stood directly in front of him and looked him in the eyes and asked

Me: “When are you done here”

Kid: “11:00”

Me: “I will be back at 11:00, you are going to come with me. We are going to a bar and we are going to talk. Be out front at 11:10… do you understand?”

There was a long pause of maybe 10 or 15 seconds while the kid digested the change in attitude and tone.

Kid: “Yes ….Sir”

At 11:10, the kid was nowhere in sight. I was back in the car and pulling out into traffic at 11:12 when I spotted the kid coming down the street… I waited. The kid got in the car, buckled his seat belt and looked straight ahead…not saying a word. All I said was

Me: “Good decision”

In response the Kid just nodded his head…still looking straight ahead which told me that there was one HELL of a war going on inside his head between his WILL and his DESIRE. At that moment, desire was winning out of sheer frustration with his life situation, but the ultimate verdict was still very much out…nonetheless, I knew that I would have him that night the moment he sat in my car.

I took him to a nearby gay bar that was not too busy…I did not want him to have too much distraction, but at the same time wanted there to be enough other people around so as to not trigger his fright & flight impulse.

To make a long story short, he started to open up and really talk about all that was going on in his life after his second jack & coke. I soon figured out that because he was called in to work, he did not have a chance to eat so the booze was making short work of his defenses.

After the third drink, he was getting seriously buzzed, and keeping no secrets. He told me that I scare the shit out of him and that the fear kind of turns him on at the same time. The guy who took his cherry at 18 was a black guy and it hurt so bad that he did not try sex again for a year and a half. Consequently, he only has sex with white guys, but he admitted to fantasizing lately about having sex with me.

He wanted another drink, but I said

Me: “No, it is time to go”

Kid: “Go where?”

I said nothing… I just looked at him. In that moment…he knew

Kid: “You want to fuck me now don’t you?”

I again said nothing… just kept looking at him

Kid: “What… you planning on raping me? Is that your plan…to get me drunk and then rape me?

Me: “What do you think is the answer to that question?”

After a brief pause

Kid: “No… you won’t rape me”

Me: “That’s correct … because?”

Another brief pause

Kid: “Because … you don’t have to?”

Me: “That’s right…because?”

Kid: “You already know too much…you know that I want you to fuck me… even though I am scared shitless”

Me: “Yes”

Kid: “Are you going to hurt me?

Me: “I am not going to lie to you Kid…it will hurt some…but then it will get better…I promise”

Kid: “Will you use protection?”

Me: “Let me ask you a question…when you fantasized about me fucking you…was I wearing a condom then”

Silence…

Me: “No, I won’t be using protection”

Kid: “I never fuck bareback”

Me: “Well tonight will be the first time that you really feel another man and feel his seed deep inside of your tight boy hole”

Kid: “I cant… you can fuck me but you have to wear a rubber… please!”

Me: “No…you will open your legs…you will take my bare cock…and you will take my NEGATIVE load… or nothing at all…which is it going to be?”

Another brief pause

Kid: “Can I have one more drink first?”

Me:” No… you have had enough… I want you aware and present for your first bare fuck..

We left the bar and I took him to my place. Not much was said. I handed him a couple bottles of douche and directed him to the bathroom. He stumbled out about twenty minutes later smelling freshly showered.

I put him on the bed, on his back and crawled on top of him. Kissing him I realized for the first time that he has a really small mouth, and his bright red lips contrast with his pale skin and blond hair.

He was not a very good kisser. Although, to be fair, I am sure that at this point he was experiencing a high level of anxiety with a large muscled black man pinning him to the bed and forcing his fat tong down his throat.

I tried to get him to suck my cock a bit, but again, his mouth was so small that even with his mouth wide open, his teeth still scraped my dick. So… there was not much else to do but to get to it.

I hoisted his stout legs up in the air and got a good look for the first time of his especially pink puckered hole. Of course, I had to dive into that with my fat tong. I think this was probably the only point of enjoyment for the kid. He seemed amazed at how strong, wide my tong was and how deep I could get it into his tight hole. He literally was grabbing and holding my tong with his ass ring. This was getting him lose and making me rock solid hard.

I wanted to go up in him with just spit for lube…but I knew that would be just too painful for the both of us. I grabbed the high-end and expensive lube (which ironically I had purchased from him a few weeks ago) and applied it liberally to his hole and my cock. While I was doing this, he was inhaling what seemed like a whole bottle of poppers.

I gave him a moment to just feel the head of my cock at is pucker while the poppers did their work. When his head sort of rolled to the side, I penetrated him for the first time bareback.

As soon as I broke through his resistance he said

Kid: “It hurts… it hurts…Please…take it out…it hurts!”

He was kicking his legs and doing everything he can to get away and off my dick, but I held on to him strong.

Kid: “Its too much…too fast…Pleasssseee!”

In reality, the fight in him lasted only about fifteen or twenty seconds and then he began to calm down as the initial pain subsided. I then made him open his eyes and look directly at me while I commenced fucking him with my fat black cock bareback.

It was not my intention to be in him long…just strong. I know that real anal soreness comes from the relentless pounding of a prolonged fuck. While the initial pain is very sharp and intense… it usually does not leave that dull aching pain. I just wanted him to have enough pain to still feel it in the morning…not still three days later.

Me: “Rub my nipples Boy”

A bottom rubbing my nips while I fuck him strong pushes me to climax like a freight train.

At the height of the fuck I had his legs up on my shoulders, his head was lightly bumping the head board with each down stroke, and he was stroking my nipples with his eyes glued to mine and his mouth gaping open, but no sound was coming out. When I got close I said something corny and stupid like

Me: “Are you read to feel a man cum deep inside you Boy?... Are you ready to BE a man?

He did not or could not bring himself to say it…all he could do is node his head “Yes”. Once he did, I let lose a torrent of cum on the down stroke and held there for the next four blasts that followed.

When I was done shooting my load in him I let his legs slide off my shoulders, and down on to either side of me while keeping my cock pushed deep in side him. At this point, the kid closed his eyes and his right hand snaked to his 6” and very thick cock and began to stroke himself. I reached the lube bottle and squirted some over his hand and cock for him and then started to make little in and out movements with my still hard cock inside him. In no time his was rock hard and getting close to shooting. Then, in a quiet and calm voice, I said

Me: “Your ass is full of man cum…it is dribbling out of your hole and dropping all over the sheets”

That was all it took to send him over the top. His first shot when over his head and hit the headboard of my bed. The rest just sort of flowed out of his cock head in a stead stream that completely coated his cock head and the fingers of his right hand.

I pulled out of him…went into the bathroom and returned with a warm damp cloth…he was already dozing off to sleep. I cleaned him up and tucked him into bed next to me where we spent the rest of the night.

By the time he woke up the next morning, I had just finished making breakfast. He padded into my kitchen fully dressed and ready to leave. Clearly he was embarrassed, upset and all around not happy with what had happened the night before. He wanted me to take him to the Metro, but after not having eaten at all the night before, it was not a hard sell to get him to have some breakfast first.

During Breakfast he shared with me his thoughts which were more negative than positive. In short, the experience was hot for him…more so than he had imagined in his fantasy which was rather tame in comparison. However, anything good about it was overshadowed by how I manipulated and took advantage of his rather emotional state of mind. He was also very unhappy about the barebacking. Basically, he accused me of “Mind Fucking” him to get to “Ass Fucking” him. On this point he was very correct.

What I feel bad about is that he is right on all counts. Things were going fine and he would have come to my bed of his own accord in the near future…but I saw an opportunity to hit his ass now and I took it. He is also correct about me getting him drunk to lower his resistance and resolve…especially to barebacking.

I am also sorry for one other thing that he did not mention, but I know is a fact. Now that he as felt a bare cock in his ass…now that he has experienced that heady moment of feeling a man’s cock pulse deep in his bowels as the man shoots his cum inside his hole…he wont be able to get the same satisfaction from safe sex as he once had. For all practical purposes…he is well on his way to being a cum whore. Yes, yes I know what he said at the breakfast table, but I also know how hard he came when it happened.

Sorry Bikeguy… I just cant seem to write about just the sex and have it turn out as well as you do in your blog… you are The Man!

Bubbles

2010-07-09T07:45:00.000-07:00

I had just finished a short project assignment in Reno NV last week around 7:00 PM. I was due to fly back to Washington on an early flight the next morning but had nothing planned for the evening so I decided to stop in a little gay friendly bar downtown only a few blocks from my hotel.

I had stopped there a couple of times during previous tdy in Reno and the bartender was always friendly and remembered my drink of choice. Interestingly enough, I never thought of picking up a trick there as it is mostly a dyke bar.

I went in for my usual…two drinks… then leave.

On my second drink, a cute 28 yo, 6’1”, 180lb dirty blond (with highlights no less) sat next to me at the bar. This is worth noting because there were plenty of open seats at the bar, but he chose to sit next to me. At this point I decided to break my pattern and have a third drink

I will call this guy “Bubbles” because he is in sales, and has a very “bubbly” personality and a seemingly perpetual smile.

Bubbles is from a town about an hour south of Reno, and was only there to meet a couple of his lesbian friends with whom he constantly traded text messages.

It took me about an hour to get Bubbles to give up the charade of meeting his friends, and to admit that he sat next to me for a reason. I then informed him that he was going to leave that bar with me, come to my hotel room where we would get naked and I would give him what he was looking for. While he did agree that it looked that his friends were a “no show ,” and that he sat next to me on purpose, he said,

Bubbles: “I am just not comfortable leaving with you or any of that other stuff you mentioned”.

It was not so much what he said rather more the way that he said it that caused me to THINK, but not say, “Wow, what a girl!”

As you may have guessed, Bubbles did have some effeminate tendencies, but he was just masculine enough…or I was just horny enough… that it did not matter. I had decided that I wanted to bag this kid.

With some serious negotiations, and another vodka tonic (for him) I was able to get him to agree that we would leave separately (as if everyone in the bar did not already know that this white preppy boy with the bright smile would soon be gritting those teeth while taking fat black cock). He also agreed to come to my room to

Bubbles: “MAKE OUT ONLY…WITH CLOTHS ON”

I agreed of course fully knowing that once I got him in the room something entirely different would happen…but if that is what the princes NEEDED to believe…so be it.

I left first, went to my room, put a towel out on the bed, and set lube and poppers on the nightstand. I may have been willing to play along with the fairytale in the bar, but I intended to be very clear and straight forward once Bubbles was in my room.

Within 10 minutes, there was a knock at my door. I opened it and Bubbles rushed in like he was trying to avoid anyone seeing him…

Me: ”what-the-fuck-ever dude!”.

I did take note that he had a book bag slung over his shoulder. In my profession I am trained to notice things and make situational assessments based on all the information. The book bag told me that he was either planning on doing some homework, or he was much more aware of what was going to go down than he could admit in the bar.

Once he was through the door, I closed it, and threw both locks. When I turned around he was staring at me. I could see that he was taking full account of his current situation in his head. After staring at each other for only 10 seconds…though it seemed much longer…he said with a very serious face

Bubbles: “You are going to fuck me aren’t you?”

Me: “Yes, I am”

Bubbles: “I… am not sure that I am ok with that”

I did not say anything and we continued to look at each other motionless for a few more seconds and then said

Bubbles: “I need to use the restroom then”, as he pulled the book bag from his shoulder and entered the restroom, closing the door behind him.

He was in the can for about twenty minutes. He left the sink facet running the whole time… priceless! Meanwhile I stripped down, turned on the bedside radio to a nice jazz station, and reclined on the bed while stroking my fat cock hard.

Bubbles came out of the restroom wearing only his 2xist underwear. He walked over to the said of the bed and sort of froze. Realizing that this was THE critical moment, I jumped up, picked him up and tossed him on the bed. While he was in momentary “shock & awe” from my aggressive move, I took the opportunity to hook my fingers into the waist band of his fag-wear and jerk them down to his ankles. Before he could react, I was full on top of him pinning his arms above his head.

Bubbles: “Please, please…stop”

He was obviously on the verge of becoming hysterical. So I brought my face close to his, looked him in the eyes and said

Me: “Breath!”

I let him catch his breath and then said in a very calm voice

Me: “Now…this is your one chance…tell me to stop…that you really don’t want this…and I will let you up, you can get your clothes and leave. But, if not, then you stay and take it like a man…I don’t want to hear you speak a fuckin word…understand?”

Bubbles just looked at me…still breathing heavy. After a brief moment, I got off him and stood next to the bed.

Me: “Now…either get the fuck out…or get on my dick”

If you have been following this blog, you already know that aggression makes hard…and I was ROCK HARD at this point.

I swear…the look in Bubbles eyes…and then a single tear ran down the side of his face… I started to think that I had read him wrong…that he would get up and leave. Instead, Bubbles slowly came to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, with my stiff cock pointing straight at his rather thin lips. He had stopped looking at me and was staring at my throbbing cock. He wiped the tear from the side of his face with his hand, and opened his mouth as wide as he could. That was all the answer I needed.

I placed my right hand at the back of his head as I moved forward and sank my cock in his mouth. I gave him a moment before I began to really thrust my cock hard and fuck his skull. I have to give Bubbles his props…this was not his first roadeo…cocksucking rodeo anyway. He gagged only a few times during the full 10 minute skull fuck I gave him. By the time I was ready to move on to his other treats, his whole face and my crotch was covered with his spit. He was also sporting a very nice 6.5” woody that had a wicked upward curve to it. At first glance I thought he may have cum but on further inspection I could see that he was precumming like crazy.

I then pushed my back on the bed, and pushed his legs to his chest. On my way to eating his lilly white and hairless hole, I stopped and sucked the precum off his cock…it was very tasty, but it could not hold a candle to the taste of his white boy ass. Cleary he had spent the time in the restroom cleaning himself, but he did not taste like soap at all. With all of the aggressiveness and heat in the room, his butt had clean yet musky smell and taste that simply drives me crazy.

I ate his ass for only a couple of minutes…not because I did not want to do it a lot more…but because he was so into it that I was afraid that he would cum. As it was, I had to keep swatting his hand away from his cock. After his fourth attempt to stroke his cock I became irritated, stood up, took aim at his hole with my cock, and went balls deep in one motion. He was incredibly tight, and I know that it hurt him. In fact, it sort of knocked the wind out of him, and there was a delay between the time he opened his mouth to scream and the time that the sound actually came out.

I love forcing open a tight hole…maybe that makes me a bad person or mean lover…but I am just being honest…I love it.

Just as I went into him in one motion, I pulled all the way out of him with the next motion. Bubbles covered his hole with his hands between his legs, rolled over onto his side and curled up into the fetal position where he continued to scream and curse. I think he even began to sob a bit… it was hard to tell because his face was buried in the mattress.

I let him be for a couple of minutes and used the time coat my cock with the lube I had set out on the night stand earlier. After my cock, I moved Bubbles hands from his hole and gently rubbed some lube in his hole. I took my time with this…coaxing him into relaxing and opening up again.

To Bubbles credit, he pulled himself together and did his best to open up for me. When I was ready to enter him again, I gave him the bottle of poppers and told him to use them. After he had taken a couple big pulls on the popper bottle, I put his legs up on my shoulders and entered him again slowly, but with constant steady pressure until I was balls deep in him again.

For the next 15 minutes I fucked Bubbles with steady rhythmic strokes. Once we got going, the slap of my thighs and balls on his ass and his responsive grunts drowned out the jazz music coming from the radio. In fact, I am sure that the person in the room next to mine could hear us very clearly and knew that a man was getting fucked in the next room.

As I mentioned earlier, I was particularly horny so I could not last much longer than 20 minutes before I was ready to shoot. The only warning I gave Bubbles was

Me: “Clamp down tight…I want you to feel me pump my cum in you”

With that, I buried deep into Bubbles and held there as I fired five shots of cum into him. When I was done, I sat back on my hunches, but my cock was still in Bubbles butt. He looked straight at me while he grabbed his balls with his left hand, and stroked his cock with his right. I would say it took him only about eight quick strokes before he shot a massive load all over his chest and belly. With my cock still in him I scooped up about a half of a palm full of his very thick cum and then licked it off my hand with my tong.

Bubbles watched me do this…his mouth still open… breathing heavy. After I got a good taste of his cum I started to lean forward. As if he read my mind, his lips met mine half way and he eagerly took the transfer of his seed into his mouth and then swallowed it once we broke the kiss.

We held each other and slept for about 90 minutes before I woke him up to fuck again. I ended up fucking him three times that night, dropping a load into him each time. He came only once more during the third and final fuck as I intentionally fucked him at an angle that worked his prostate.

One final thing to share…at about 5:00 AM I awoke to Bubbles horridly running to the restroom. You guessed it…all that cum…and everything else…was moving south. I don’t know why, but I did not want him closing the restroom door and running the faucet to mask his bodily sounds like some fuckin GIRL! I mean come one…we are men…I just fucked your most private place and shot three loads of cum up there…what is there to hide now? So I followed him… opened the door… turned off the faucet… and then leaned against the wall with my arms folded across my chest. Bubbles blushed at first but then we both just started to laugh uncontrollably.

Bubbles is a tad femmie, but I have already booked a cabin for us in Lake Tahoe this fall where I will do all I can to make that bitch pregnant!

Bashful

2010-05-24T14:43:00.000-07:00

I think I have mentioned it before in a previous post…Nerds are great fucks! I don’t know why, but all three of the certified “Nerds” I have fucked have been off the chain!

The most recent was last week. As is often the case, I received an unsolicited comment to my profile on one of the hookup sites I use. To be honest, the pics of the guy were “Not All That”…but not totally Butt Ugly either. What caught my attention was the obvious shyness that came through during our chatting. I always try to respond to everyone and less than one percent ever result in anything… unless there is something that pricks my interest. In this case it was obvious that this guy usually looks at the pictures but does not do much more than that. Don’t know why, but I found myself wanting to see if I could bring this guy out of his shell a bit.

To make a long story short, we chatted for about 40 minutes online. During that chat I learned that he had plans to go to a dance at a local gay bar the next night with some of his friends. I had been to this monthly dance once before and determined that it was pretty lame and left after about 30 minutes. After chatting with “Bashful”, I decided to go to the dance just to check him out.

When I arrived, there were only about 70 to 100 guys there…still as lame as I remembered…so it was easy to spot him. Although his pictures on the site were recent, he is one of those guys who look a bit better in person than in photographs. He is 5’9”, probably 170 lbs, dark hair, glasses and a full beard. His hair is cut short, but he had bangs in the front, which made him look younger than his 30 years and sort of cute in a puppy dog way. Also, he is one of those white guys who could spend hours in the sun and just end up with more freckles than tan…again, kind of cute.

I grabbed a beer from the Very Friendly bartender and just watched Bashful from across the dance floor. He was with a gaggle of friends who were acting more like girls than grown masculine men. Fortunately, he was not exhibiting the same behavior or I would not be writing this post now.

Soon the dj put on a decent dance tune and several more guys hit the dance floor including Bashful. Ok… now get this…this guy is straight up Nerd…but on the dance floor…”his shit is tight!” I guess I should have told you about the best part of his anatomy…killer bubble butt with narrow hips. He had that ass moving in synch with the beat and I got an instant boner. I mean he had it poppin. He may be a Nerd in real life, but on the dance floor a metamorphosis took place… and it made think…”with a booty shake like that… he has got to be a decent fuck”

After the music changed, Bashful went back over with his friends, only this time It seems that I was not the only one that noticed his hot ass. Another guy… a hot looking Hispanic guy… was all over him. About the same time Hispanic Guy was making his move on Bashful is when Bashful noticed me standing over by the bar watching him. I could tell that he was not sure if was me or not by the way he kept looking back at me over his shoulder as the Hispanic guy pulled him into a dark corner.

After what looked like some heavy petting in the dark corner, Bashful made his way across the dance floor and stepped to me.

Bashful: “I did not think you were going to come”

Me: “I did not say that I wasn’t”

Bashful: “Did not say that you would either”

Me: “That’s me… keep you guessing” I said with a smile

Bashful: “Well?”

Me: “Well what?”

Bashful: “Are you going to make me ask?”

Me: “You bet”

Bashful: “(Sigh) Ok…well what are you thinking”

Me: “I am thinking that I like what I saw on the dance floor and I am wondering what that would feel like on my cock…but you have at least two other admires in the room so you go on and enjoy yourself…I will see you tomorrow night for an answer to my question”

With that, I put my hand down the back of Bashful’s shorts and felt his sweaty hairy ass, giving it a strong squeeze. I noticed that Bashful’s gaggle of friends had all stopped talking and were watching us intently…one of them even had her hand to her mouth (so so gay). True to form, Bashful turned red in response to my forceful gesture and the attention it created; however, he did nothing to stop me or otherwise object. After a putting on a good show for the gaggle of girls, I removed my hand and sent him back to the group.

I stayed for another beer and just watched Bashful. I think he like that because he kept checking every few minutes to see if I was still there. He seemed to get nervous when the Hispanic guy put his hands down his shorts and began to grind his crotch into Bashful. At that point Bashful looked over at me again…I grinned and gave him a look that said “Its ok”, and he seemed relieved.

They continued to mess around for another five minutes until Hispanic Guy’s put his hand on the back of Bashful’s neck trying to get him to go down on him. Bashful protested by saying something in Hispanic Guy’s ear and the guy immediately turned to look at me over his shoulder. I simply raised my beer bottle “Hello” at him. Hispanic Guy was not happy, but he put his junk back in his shorts and moved on. I finished my beer, winked at Bashful and left.

When I got home, I sent a text message to Bashful telling him that I would be at his apartment at 5:00. He was to be all cleaned and pre-lubed at that time. I also told him that I expect him to be a man and take the pain like a man. He could grunt and moan all he wanted but he was not to speak unless I asked him a question. He responded with a simple text that said,

Bashful: “Yes Sir”

I arrived at the appointed time and sent Bashful a text telling him that I was downstairs. He came down and let me in the building…I could tell that he was nervous and excited all at that same time. I followed him to the elevator, and stayed behind him the whole time so that he could not see me.

He looked at me for the first time once we were alone in his apartment. I did not say a word… just motioned for him to turn around so that his back was to me. In one motion, I grabbed his kaki shorts and yanked them down to his ankles… he was not wearing any underwear. I then lifted his t-shirt half over his head, but not off. I told him to brace himself against the wall with his butt sticking out.

I made him stand there like that while I took off my shoes and shirt. I purposefully took my time undoing my pants, making sure that my belt buckled clanked a few times and that he could hear me lower my sipper. At this point there was a slight tremble in his legs.

Bashful jumped slightly as I reached to feel his hole. It was indeed well lubed. More for show than anything I loudly spat in the palm of my hand and rubbed on the fat head of my cock. When I placed the head at Bashful’s puckered hole, the trembling in his legs became much more pronounced as the anticipation of the pain began to unnerve him.

Me: “Relax Bashful… and let me in… ok?”

He shook his head “Yes” and steeled himself for the entry of my cock. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down his hole a couple of times before pressing the head in at the center of his hole.

Bashful took the head of my cock with a loud grunt. I waited for him to adjust a bit… he was panting heavily as he dealt with the pain. I pulled the head out, and then pushed back in again… this time going a little deeper. Again Bashful grunted and started to pull away.

Me: “Come back here… don’t run… take it… you are a man… take it”

In response, Bashful not only came back, but I guess he decided to get all of the pain over with at once because he rammed back hard on my cock…literally skewering himself on my cock…with that Bashful let out a loud

Bashful: “AW Shit!”…”AW Fuck That Hurts…Sir”

Me: “I said NO TALKING”

And with that I pulled almost all the way out and shoved back in hard. Bashful grunted and grunted but he did not talk any more.

When It seemed that he had adjusted to the pain, I found an nice steady fuck rhythm. For a bit, the only sound in the whole apartment was the sounds of my thighs and balls slapping against Bashful’s ass and his grunts and moans that were in time with my thrusts.

I fucked Bashful like this for a good ten minutes…until his whole was completely open to me and he could feel pleasure instead of pain. Then I pulled out of him and put him on his knees and made him suck my cock…ass juice and all. He was hesitant at first, but took my cock into his mouth started sucking. I put my hand on the back of his head and began to face fuck him. This… he could not handle so well. After the third deep thrust into his throat, Bashful came off my cock and sprinted to the bathroom which fortunately was close. He just made the toilet as he threw up.

I waited outside the bathroom for him as he went through the dry heaves. To his credit, he quickly took a hit of mouth wash and then came back out into the hall way…dropped back to knees and opened his mouth for more throat fucking. I was impressed with his willingness to go right back at it…but the whole mouthwash thing reminded me of his Nerdiness.

After the throat fuck, I moved Bashful to his bedroom (bed made…everything in its place with labels…yeah…labels). I put Bashful on his knees with his chest down on the mattress. I lined up my cock and by this time he was so open that I did not even use my hand to guide my cock in. I fucked him steadily like this for another ten minutes, then flipped him over on his back. I pressed his legs back against his chest and power fucked him hard. Bashful just stared at me with a sort of dazed look in his eyes and his mouth and beard still wet with excess saliva from the face fucking. He did not make a sound in this position… he just stared and kept gripping my biceps with both hands…sporting a six inch hard-on that jumped each time I bottomed out in his ass. He felt Amazingly good!

I was soon ready to cum but I did not want to breed him on his back. For some reason I tend to cum harder and longer in doggy style. I put him back on his knees and , gripped his narrow hips and started pounding him balls deep. This angle must have been better for working his prostate because he was by far more responsive in this position than any other.

I had picked up the tempo and was building to unload in him when I felt his body convulse. I thought I knew what that was, but at that point I was too focused on dropping my four day load to care.

Within about ten more strokes, I passed that point of no return and I relaxed into a GREAT SHOOT! You know the kind that just seems to keep flowing and flowing and flowing out of you. With each pump more and more endorphins are released and you have the completely satisfied feeling. When I pulled out of Bashful, a river of very thick white cum trailed out of his very open hole and down his balls.

At this point, Bashful collapsed on the bed exhausted. I went into the bathroom and retrieved a damp wash cloth and came back to clean Bashful up a bit. When I had him turn over on his back, I could see that the convulsion he had at the end was exactly what I thought it was… there was a huge wet spot under him where he had shot his load while I fucked him in the ass.

After cleaning up a bit, I retrieved my clothes in the hallway and got dressed. Before I left, I looked in on Bashful… he had gotten under the covers and gone to sleep. At about 10:00 PM that night I received a text from Bashful

Bashful: “Please use this cumdump again Sir”

Power Fuck

2010-04-13T15:40:00.000-07:00

Last week I finally got with a local Washington guy that I had chatted with for some time. I called this post “Power Fuck” because this guy happens to be the Executive Director for a well known organization.

The “Executive” as I will call him here actually has a partner…another high powered person…who lives in Texas. According to him, they have been together for five years, but have been conducting a “long distance relationship” for only about a year now since he landed the big chair here in Washington. They are supposed to be monogamous, but it is really more of a “don’t ask/don’t tell” thing.

The Executive is kind of short white man at only 5’8”… not that 5’8 is all that short, I guess I just expected him to be taller. He is 38 to 40 year old and very much has that “Larry the Cable Guy” thing going on where he is thick, but not fat… no belly overhang, but you cant see his oblique or six pack either…decent bicep and traps…so he works out regularly… light brown hair with well trimmed goatee. If you have been reading this blog you know that this is the type that I go for the most.

I think he waxes because his body hair was SOOO TOO PERFECT! It started at his upper chest, covered the middle of his stomach, but none on the sides and feathered perfectly into his tightly trimmed pubic hair that incased a solid 7” cut cock and a pair of fat, hairless balls…YUMMM! There was no hair on his back or his butt, but his legs were covered in hair. It was obvious that the uuhmm… runway was cleared for a Smooth approach and landing… sort of speak.

I also need to take a moment and describe his ass. Most guys that I have been with who have this body type have a full to fleshy ass. In other words, if the were to jump up and down there would be some butt jiggle. Not the Executive… man I am here to tell ya…that ass was a firm muscle ass with a tight curve flanked by two huge dimples. This guy would have no problem picking grapes from the vine with that ass!

As I said before, we had been chatting for weeks but with his schedule and my schedule hooking up was not looking good. I definitely wanted to get into this guy, but if it is not meant to be then so be it. I had decided to not waist anymore time with the endless… albeit hot…chatting sessions. So when he IM me last week I ignored him. He tried again about ten minutes later and I simply wrote:

Me: “Look, the only thing I am interested in hearing from you is that you will be ready for me on Thursday at noon…I don’t want to hear your bullshit about having to work cause if you really are the Exec Dir you can work your schedule around taking dick for an hour”

It was a long time…probably 30 or 40 minutes before his reply came

Exec: “Yes Sir, Thursday at noon I will ready for you to fuck me…Sir”

Me: “When I say ready, I mean you answer the door naked, your hole already lubed and worked open with a butt plug”

His response was simply his address.

To be honest…I did not have the slightest idea if he was serious or not, or if he would actually go through with it. Nonetheless, since I put it out there, I had to hold up my end and actually show up

I arrived at his building a few minutes before noon, found his name on the building roster and punched in the code for his condo. I stood there waiting… feeling like an idiot for about 20 seconds. Just as I was about to turn and leave, I heard a voice on the box say

Exec: “Hello”

Having never heard his voice, I had no idea if this was him or not… but I decided to go for broke.

ME: “Open the door Boy”

Exec: “Yes Sir, condo XXX The door is unlocked”

I took the elevator to his floor, found the condo and, sure enough, the door opened when I turned the knob.

His place was definitely high end. It was one of those old school buildings that was refurbished into loft like condos with high ceilings and the original huge school window. I looked to my right and saw a very modern looking great room that combined both the kitchen and living room. Then I looked to my left and saw him rather timidly sitting naked on a bed in a bedroom at the end of a short hallway. He looked great!

During our many chats, we often slipped into the Daddy/boy thing…other times Dom/sub and sometimes just regular fuck buddy. I guess from the way this meeting came about, I felt that this would be much more a Dom/Sub fuck.

As I walked into his bedroom he kept his eye on me…up until the point I slapped him very hard across the face

Me: “You don’t look at me unless I tell you to… is that clear?”

I was flying blind here… I did not know what his response would be… I mean after all I am sure that his pay grade is well above mine. I did not have to wait long to find out.

The hard slap definitely took him by surprise and there was that brief moment when it looked like he was working out in his head what had just happened. Then he not only stopped looking at me but actually lowered his head and dropped to his knees as well. This plus, the fact that his 7” soldier was now standing at full attention, told me that Dom/Sub was exactly what he needed.

The dark side of my sexual personality began to come out again. As I undressed, I contemplated him there on his knees…open to about anything I wanted to do to him. By the time I pulled off my underwear, my boner was rock solid.

I grabbed his head, forced the big head of my fat cock into his mouth and proceeded to force fuck his mouth as hard as I could. He fought and struggled to get away as he began to gag instantly. After about three sharp stabs to the back of his throat he worked his head free from my grip and scrambled to get away from me. He tried to get to his feet but I kicked him hard in the ass which knocked him off balance and he fell hard to the floor. Sprawled out on the floor I stepped toward him. He sensed me coming and he rolled onto his back and tried to keep me away with his kicking feet. I simply grabbed his right ankle with both hands and dragged him across the carpeted floor back to the bed. He was still kicking my with his free leg so while still holding his right ankle, I put my left foot on his balls and pressed down firmly…he stopped kicking me.

He was now looking at me again so I pressed harder on his balls…he groaned through gritting teeth and rather defiantly looked away. Again… I was not sure if I was going too far with him, but even with my foot hard on his balls, he was still rock hard…So I told myself…yeah told myself…that he likes it and that it is what he needs.

Without saying a word, I reached down and grabbed his balls with my left hand after I removed my foot. I literally made him turn over onto his knees again by twisting and squeezing his balls…this made him sort of scream for the first time.

Now on his hands and knees I moved him around by the balls. I moved him enough so that I could reach the lube he had on the night stand with my other hand. Flicking the cap of the lube open, I squeeze a bunch of it into the crack of his ass. I then began to assault his hole with my fingers…roughly working them in and out of his hole…getting him read to take my fat black cock.

As I was working his hole he was sort of doing this cross between moaning and grunting that sounded so guttural…animalistic…and it was driving me crazy with desire. I had to get in him now or risk shooting my load without even fucking him.

Still pulling on his balls, I removed my fingers from his hole and positioned my cock head at his opening. In retrospect, I guess there was really no reason to continue to pull on his balls in that he was not fighting me any more, and he was still rock hard…I kept hold of them anyway because something about the idea of burying my fat cock deep in this guy while pulling on his balls seemed really hot to me.

He was tight! I am sure tighter than usual because I was pulling on his balls at the same time I was trying to push my fatty into his ass. I would like to say that I was able to get in him all the way and fucked him good while still pulling on his balls…but that was not the case. The pain was too much for him and he went flat on his stomach. I had a choice, I could keep my grip on his balls and let my cock slip out…or I could let his balls go and focus of getting deep in him. I chose his ass over his balls.

When I let go of his balls, and stopped pushing my cock into him…he relaxed enough that his hole could adjust to my size and I slowly sank balls deep into him. When I hit rock bottom… he groaned and said

Exec: “Yeeesss Sirrrr”

From there, I held him down by placing both my hands on the back of his shoulder blades and fucked him steadily with my hips for a solid ten minutes non-stopped. By then it was time for more lube. I pulled out and told him to roll over…he did so obediently. He also remembered to not look at me, and he turned his head to the side and sort of stared off into the distance while I applied more lube and re-entered him with his legs hoisted up on my shoulders. He was still hard, but not as hard as he seemed before… or maybe it was just the angle from which I was now seeing his cock…don’t know. Nonetheless, I squirted a little lube on his cock and told him to stroke his cock while I fucked him.

The Executive seemed to enjoy this position much better. His eyes were closed, head thrown back and his mouth was open. He would grunt each time I would hit bottom on the down stroke and he jerked his cock sort of in time with my fucking him in that each time I would good deep, he would jerk about five fast strokes and when I pulled back he would jerk slow…kind of different…but I like that.

I fucked him like this for about another ten minutes before I was ready to cum. When we had chatted online, we had talked about fucking bare, but I can’t remember if we discussed breeding. It did not really matter. I had planned on breeding him from the start.

The last ten to fifteen strokes I had picked up the pace… I wanted him to know that my cum would be in him soon. With the pickup in tempo…so did his breathing… he was like almost gasping for air and he even stopped stroking his cock…maybe he did not expect to be bred???

On the last stroke, I stayed buried deep in him and grunted as the first shot of cum left my body and entered his. I held perfectly still cause the only movement I wanted him to feel was the twitching and spasm of my cock as I dumped a full load of cum into his guts. When I finished, I opened my eyes to see him staring directly at me. Without missing a beat, I said,

Me: “You are my bitch now…you belong to me”

Still with a rather stunned look on his face…he silently mouthed the words

Exec: “Yes Sir”

Then I said

Me: “You are not done yet”

With that I pulled out of him in one motion and moved to straddle his head, my dripping cock dangling in front of his face. He understood instantly. He opened his mouth and engulfed as much of my cock as he could. I had had a hunch, and when I looked back over my shoulder I found confirmation that I was exactly right. As he cleaned my cum and his ass juice off my cock with his mouth, he was stroking his once again rock hard cock. Honestly, it took him less than thirty seconds to shoot a massive load. The first spurt hit me square in the middle of my back.

I made him go get me a towel and clean off my back. Then I told him to put his hands keep his head down and stand over in the corner while I dressed.

When fully dressed, I was about to leave but then a thought came to me and I acted on it. I reached into my wallet, pulled out a $20.00 bill…walked over to him and stuck it in the crease of his ass cheeks where my cum load had already begun to leak out. This simple act made him begin to shutter and shake. I don’t know what reaction I expected…hell, I don’t even know why I thought to do it in the first place…but I was not expecting that response. Clearly, this whole hookup ended up being as much of a “mind fuck” as it was any other kind of fuck.

On the following Sunday, I decided to send him an email to see if he would respond…if he is ok…pissed off… what? The email I sent simply said

Hi,
It was a pretty intense session. Just checking to see if you are ok?

I received a response later Sunday evening that said

It was not what I expected and I am not sure how I feel about it yet. I am confused. Obviously you tapped into something that I really did not know was there nor do I know what it says about me or about my relationship Brad. I am still sorting things out, but would like to talk to you about it over a coffee maybe next week.

Sorry... Just A Little Freaked

2010-04-09T11:31:00.000-07:00

Hey guys. Obviously I have not posted anything in a few weeks now, but I will soon...hopefully.

To be honest... no sooner did I make that last post and then the big Catholic Priest Sex scandal hit full stride. Now I know that my fucking a Priest and the Priest sex scandal are only tangentially related at best...still somehow...strangly...I felt involved in the scandal. Silly? Perhaps... but nonethless a real emotion for me.

Interstingly, I noticed that "Anonhole" deleted his profile on the hookup site. If I was freaked out... I can only imagine what he must be going through. At times I find myself wanting to talk to him about what we did... about the scandal... about the church... but then when I really think about it...I would not know what to say. I guess, in short, I feel really bad for him and other Priest like him... I mean it is one thing to be in the closet, but being a Priest has to take that whole closet thing to a whole new level.

Anyway, I have had a few other encounters since then but each time when I would start to think about writing about them here, I would start thinking about the whole Priest thing again. Please take this meger post as a sign that I am getting over it... or more appropriately...am getting over myself. After all... shit happens.

Holy Shit

2010-03-22T16:35:00.000-07:00

I was trading emails not long ago with Bikeguy. I was admiring his blog and the way he writes just about the sex. I told him that I was going to try to do that…write just about the sex. I will have to try and do that on the next post Bikeguy… could not do it with this one.

I have delayed this particular post because it troubles me somewhat. However, as many of you know by now, this blog is as much about my own therapy as it is anything else. Additionally, several of you have taken to sharing with me, here or in direct emails, your comments, thoughts and different perspectives on the things you read in this blog. I have found almost all of your “reader input” to be most helpful. Consequently, I have decided to go ahead with this post and see what you all think.

A few weeks ago I was in Maine. If you have been reading this blog from the beginning you know that for a black muscled out top, finding a hookup in Maine is like shooting fish in a barrel. That is not at all meant to be disparaging toward men in Maine… it is more a commentary on the scarcity of black gay men in such a predominately white state.

Anyway, I have a good friend there who is a closet gay, and he knows of my proclivity for hot white ass.

I was there on a Thursday night. I had just unpacked my gear, setup the computer and logged on to one of the online sights. Within three minutes I had an IM from “Anonhole” who is a guy with whom I had chatted with before but decided to not hookup with him because, frankly, his pic was not that appealing to me. His IM went something like this:

Anonhole: “Hey 3B, how are you? Are you looking for some hot ass tonight cause if you are I am available and our MUTUAL friend ‘AlphaDog’ told me that I NEED to get with you”

Ok, a bit of background. AlphDog is my very good friend in Maine. He is gay, but very much on the Down Low. You know… one of those guys who has a great profile online, but NO picture… Yeah, I hate that too. Anyway, AlphDog is a middle aged white man with a huge cock that can never seem to get enough sex… male or female. He is very respected in the community, seems to know everyone and somehow, he always has the inside story on anything important. Over the three years that I have known him, I have come to trust what he says.

I had no idea that Anonhole knew AlphaDog, or if AlphaDog knew that Anonhole and I had chatted before. All I knew was that I was horny and probably would not have agreed to hookup with Anonhole except for he referenced AlphaDog. I made sure of the particulars…the nonsmoking thing… the thick cock thing… and oh yeah, the bareback thing. He passed muster and I gave him the hotel address and room number.

Ninety minutes later there is a knock at my hotel room door. I open the door and am DUMBSTRUCK. The guy standing in the door is about 30yo, Sandy brown hair, slim build with that guy next-door look. Not the guy in the picture at all, and I recognized him as the priest of a parish in a town about an hour North of where I was. A little over a year ago I had a brief work assignment near that town and had attended Service at the very where he serves. I felt bad after service because I spent most of the service wondering if he was gay. Some guys you just get a vibe about… and that Sunday I had the vibe about him… or maybe it was that I was particularly horny that day. Whatever the reason he made an impression on me then, and I quickly recognized him in the door of my hotel room. Now you see why I have been troubled about writing this post about … you all know that I fucked him!

Like most scumbags who post either fake pictures or pictures from several years ago, he did not walk in as soon as I opened the door. Instead, he stood there a moment waiting for some signal from me that I would play with him even though he was not the guy in the online

The work that I do requires that I minimize outward expressions of emotions. So the fact that a priest was at my door for the express purpose of being butt fucked… registered nothing on the outside… but all hell was breaking lose on the inside. Nonetheless, within a couple of seconds, my dick decided that… yes… I would fuck him… and yes, I would let him know that I know who and what he is.

Me: “Come in… I have been wanting to get with you for a while now ‘Mike’”

Now it was his turn for a surprise as he slowly walked through the door wondering how I knew his real name. As I closed the door he turned to ask me the question but I answered before he could get the words out

Me: “Our mutual friend AlphaDog mentioned you by name when we spoke last”

This was not true, but turning the table on him was not only enjoyable, it sort of set the tone that I was in control. Seeing him mentally go through the thought process of wondering if Alpha had also told me that he is a priest…frankly… made my dick super hard. Normally I hate the head games that guys play, but I found the head-trip I was putting him through to be as good ad foreplay for me.

We made polite small talk as we both undressed. I made it a point to do all I could to get him to come down from his state of high alert… only to enhance the effect of lowering the boom just a few minutes later.

When naked, he stepped to me confidently… which told me that I had been successful in getting him to lower his defenses. We kissed passionately and I must have told him during a previous chat that my Right nip, in particular, is the “On” switch cause after breaking the kiss, his tong went directly to that nip and worked it like a pro. Not that I needed it… my cock was already sticking straight out and hard as steel.

He soon dropped to his knees, said something stupid about how big and fat my cock is before opening his mouth extra wide and taking it in. I have to admit… dude could suck some cock… no teeth… strong lip pressure at the base… “and honey, that tong danced like nobody was watchin” (sorry for the campy gay line).

After a couple minutes of letting him do his thing, I caught the back of his head with my Right hand and started to face fuck him… hard! He was good and initially could take the head of my cock down his throat with out gagging…initially is the operative word here… after about a minute of solid, nonstop thrusting of my fat cock down his throat… it started to get the best of him. That slimy phlegm was all over my cock and dripping down his chin. His hands went from stroking the back of my thighs, to pushing on the front of my thighs, trying to get away. We struggled like this a bit more thrusts before I let him go.

I gave him a few seconds to catch his breath and sort of regain himself. He was on the floor on hands and knees, breathing hard. I stood above him stroking my slimy cock

Me: “Get on the bed… on your back”

Anonhole: “I do better if I start out on my knees”

I did not say a word… I just looked him directly in the eyes and shook my head “No”.

He caught the change in my demeanor and instead of arguing, he did as he was told.

On the bed with his legs pulled to his chest and a pillow under his ass, his hole was at the perfect angle for me to get the deepest penetration. I spit on his hole three times and once on my still slimy cock head and placed it at his opening. Before I entered him I looked him in the eye… I smiled and I waited for him to relax and smile back at me… then I lowered the boom.

Me: “I really enjoyed your homily last year Father Mike”

When he heard “Father”, his smile was instantly gone and it was at that very moment that I sank deep into him with a powerful thrust. I know it hurt him as he yelled out in pain.

I honestly did not know what his reaction would be… what he would say… if I would respond if he told me to stop…this was a priest after all, a position that I have always respected… so instead of waiting after that initial thrust to let his hole adjust to my girth, I just went for it. Leaning forward I pressed and held his knees to his chest and use the power in my hips quads and hamstrings to assault his hole… useing my fat cock like a battering ram.

Anonhole was loud. With every down stroke he yelled “Aah, Aah, Aah”. And things like

Anonhole: “ya...aa…oo …arrr…ripp…nn…eee ….plll…eee…zz”

I knew I was hurting him… and yeah… I feel terrible now, but I had slipped into that dark side of my sexual personality that feeds on the aggression. Even though he was very loud, I could not hear him… I mean, I could… but I couldn’t… probably does not make sense… it is hard to explain.

I think I fucked him like this for only about three minutes until I felt the hard slap from his right hand across my face. As quick as I went to the dark place, I back to myself and quickly pulled out of him with an audible pop. As soon as I let his legs go, he immediately put his hands over his hole and clamped his legs together…rolling onto his side.

I flopped down on my back beside him. Neither one of us said anything for about two minutes. I broke the silence with

Me: “Are you ok?”

Anonhole said nothing, he got off the bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I beat myself up in my head pretty good while he was in there. When he came out, he walked over and sat next to me on the bed. Staring at the bedroom wall he said

Anonhole: “So… you know”

Me: “Yeah, I know… I have been to your church before”

Anonhole: “So what the fuck was that…some kind of punishment?”

Me: “No…at least that is not what I intended it to be…I…I am sorry…sometimes, I get carried away… I am so very sorry”

After another long pause, he said

Anonhole: “Look, I don’t know what you think about priests… but we too are human”

Me: “I realize that”

Anonhole: “Contrary to what you may think about me…. About… this…I don’t do this a lot. Maybe a couple times in a year… and usually only through another person who…who knows me well…knows about me… mostly other priests like me”

Me: “And your profile?”

Anonhole: “I just chat there…until now I have never met up with anyone on there and only did this time because…well ya know…Dennis (AlphaDog)… I don’t even have my real picture up there, obviously” he said with a slight smirk. Most times when I am horny, I get on there chat, look at pictures and beat off…usually that is enough for me.”

Me: “Look...Fa…whatever, I am sorry for being so rough… in my head I was going back and forth between being extremely turned on that I was fucking a priest to seeing myself burning in hell…and it was just… a reaction… like a kid who cant handle and emotional situation and lashes out aggressively cause he knows nothing else…I don’t know…ya know?”

Anonhole: “I forgive you and I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me”

Me: “Forgive you for what?”

Anonhole: “For giving in to my carnal desire… for not being the Shepard that God intends for me to be to you and others”

Me: “Look Father, lets not do this now… not while we are sitting naked on a bed that we just fucked on”

Anonhole: “Agreed… some other time”

Me: “I will say this…the fact that I met you like this… makes me a stronger believer because as you sit here on my bed…freshly fucked… there is no denying that in addition to being one of God’s chosen, you are also gay… just like me.”

With that said, Anonhole turned and looked at me for the first time since he came out of the bathroom. He said nothing, but leaned over and kissed me with one of the most passionate kisses I have ever had.

With that we proceed to… well… I know some of you are going to hat this but… we did not fuck… we just sort of made out for the next hour. Before he left, we did manage to suck each other off… but the fuckin was done for the night…which…all things considered…was totally cool with me. By the way, the good Father delivered a MONSTER load…very tasty too.

In retrospect, I wish I had not fucked the priest for a couple of reasons. First, I just have a problem with it in my head…but like the good Father said, they are human too…I am just torn there. Second, I cant remember ever slipping over to the dark side like that so quickly and deeply. I truly fear that if he had not hit me when he did, I could have done some serious damage. Look, I like aggressive sex… no doubt… but I am not out to hurt anyone…especially in a situation when I am sort of out of control.

Sorry about this very long post that is more psycho than sex…but as I stated when I started this blog… I am writing it for me… to help me deal with my shit… you are welcome to read, comment and all that…and I will try to write shorter “just the sex” post…but I needed to get this one out of my head.

Painter Guy

2010-03-07T19:46:00.001-08:00

It is 8:30 PM, the Oscars are coming on and I just saw my most recent fuck out of my hotel room door. This is a first, as I never write these things right after the event, but I read one of my favorite blogs earlier today and it was apparent that author wrote it right after the hookup. I liked that perspective and thought I would try it the next time. I did not know that the next time would be tonight.

I arrived at my hotel room around 3:00 and got settled. I was online seeing what Knoxville, TN had to offer. After about 30 minutes a 30 year old white painter was on his way to my hotel. He was the type I like… not fat, just a thick, corn fed farm boy type.

During our back and forward online, he said that he is mostly a bottom and wanted to get fuck. I told him that would be happy to fuck him silly but I only fuck bareback. He was hesitant at first, but he really wanted to get some of my fat cock, so he agreed.

It took him awhile to get here, but I was pretty sure that he would show up so I did not worry about it. At about 6:30 there was the familiar soft knock at my door. I opened it to find the 5’11”, spiky haired painter in blue jeans, t-shirt and North Face Jacket.

Without hesitation, he walked in and immediately started to take off his clothes… truly the perfect bottom so far.

As soon as he was naked, he came back to me and started kissing and lightly tweaking my nipples. At the same time, I reached around and felt up his very round ass… making it a point to probe his hole with my middle finger. Without lube, this probing was uncomfortable… as intended. He paused for only a moment but then continued to kiss and work my nipples.

I told him to get on the bed and wait for me. He did as told, never taking his eyes off of me.

I took that moment to turn off my phone and the television. I then stood by the bed and slowly took my clothes off.

When I was naked, I joined him on the bed, laying on my back. He immediately began licking and sucking my nipples and rubbing his naked body against mine. I let him do this for a few minutes and then changed position so that his ass was on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging over. I grabbed the bottle of lube that I had put on the night stand, and knelt between his open legs. With my left hand I began working his average sized cock and with my lubed right hand I worked his hole open.

I was pleased to find that his hole, although very tight at first, opened right up after a couple minutes to the point where I had three fingers in him. He was taking it, but it was obviously a struggle.

After a few more minutes of this I had him ready to be fucked, but I was not even close to hard yet. For a moment, I thought the fuck would be a bust… ya know, shit happens sometimes. But then I used a trick that I learned from a book on how men can become multi-orgasmic… no shit…it is call Sexual Ku Fu, of all things. (send me an email if you would like the title and author – blk4whtass@live.com)

I told him to lay flat on his stomach, and I crawled on top of him. I placed my still soft cock in the crease of his ass and began to dry hump him. Painter Guy soon picked up the rhythm and was moving his as in time to meet my thrust… it started to feel good to me. I stopped for a moment and added some lube to my cock and continued to hump his ass. I was getting slightly harder but I was actually closer to cumming than I was to getting hard. This is where the Sexual Kung Fu technique comes in. There is a brief moment between the Point of No Return and the Point of Ejaculation. The Point of No Return, is in fact the Orgasm… the Ejaculation almost immediately follows orgasm… almost is the key word. With SUBSTANTIAL practice you can catch yourself between orgasm and ejaculation and basically feel the high of cumming without cumming. Anyway, the point is, after you keep from shooting your load, your cock becomes ROCK hard…because you did not cum

Yes… I have practiced this … and do practice this all of the time…and tonight, once again, it paid off. I hit that spot between orgasm and ejaculation and became instantly rock hard and immediately sunk ball deep into Painter guy who let out a loud,

Painter “OH FUCK!”

I fucked him on his belly for a very long time, then I fucked him doggy style for even longer. We took a short break so that he could catch his breath… and then I fucked him standing with him bent over and holding his ankles. I fucked him for a little more than 45 minutes with only a few breaks to change positions.

It was the bending over and grabbing his ankles position that finally did him in and he waved the white flag. I was still rock hard… which is the down side to Sexual Kung Fu… after I do it a few time in the same fuck session, I end up not being able to cum even when I want to. So I did not breed Painter Guy even though he repeatedly asked me to mark him.

I was determined that at least one of us was going to cum tonight. I put Painter Guy on his back and I put the head of my still hard cock in his hole. I also raised his ass up so that I could angle the head of my cock right at his prostate. Painter Guy did not need any further instruction as he instantly started stroking his cock once I found THE spot. It took him less than a minute to paint his stomach with his creamy load. Being the Oral Top that I am, I licked it up…savoring the great taste and then fed it to him in a passionate kiss.

As I said in the beginning…Painter Guy left just as the Red Carpet show began… now that was good timing.

Jersey Boy

2010-02-28T12:32:00.000-08:00

I was in NJ a couple of days last week for work. As is my practice when going to a place where I do not already have connections for quality ass, I change my location on the popular hookup sites to the city where I am going a few days in advance of my arrival. This process usually ends with having at least one planned hookup which works out only half of the time, but it is better than hitting the ground cold.

This time, I am happy to say, it worked out in a big way. A very good looking… “cub”… I think is what someone like him is called now. If you have been reading this blog you know that “Larry The Cable Guy” is kind of the type of male body that I really like. Well this guy… whom I will call Jersey Boy… is a bit smaller. He is a 5’ 9” 150lbs 28 year old man with a very close cut beard and hair all over the front of him but hardly any on his back or ass…HOT! In addition to his ruggedness, he has deep dimples frame his smile and kicks him in to the gorgeous category…. That’s right, you don’t usually hear that kind of description from me but what can I say… the guys was very good looking although he could have used some more muscle…You knew I would have to find something wrong didn’t you? Oh yeah, and he had brown hair eyes. Now… if he had been a red head… looking like he looks… I would not be writing about him in this blog now because I would still be fucking six days later… non-stop…seriously.

Anyway, we had chatted online a few days prior to my arriving in NJ. I had told him that Thursday night would be the best night for me and we made arrangements to meet at my hotel room around 9:00 PM.

I knew that it was going to be a good night because all on his own, he made it a point to text throughout the early evening updating me on his progress and preparation, like:

JB txt 1: “Home from work now Sir. May begin to prepare myself for you Sir?”

JB txt 2: “I am all cleaned out for you Sir. Do you want me to pre-lube your hole Sir?”

Like any good submissive bottom, Jersey Boy knocked at my hotel room door exactly at 9:00 PM. I opened the door and he stood there allowing me to look him over good before stepping aside and motioning for him to enter the room. Again, like a good Sub, once he entered the room he said nothing unless asked a question or directed to speak. Clearly, someone had trained this boy well.

After closing the door, I walked up to him, looked him in the eye and said,

Me: “This is going to be a little rough, but I wont seriously hurt you. Do you understand?”

Jersey Boy had a somewhat nervous look on his face but said

JB: “Yes Sir”

Me: “I need you to let go, forget self, and give your entire body to me. Do you understand?

And after a brief pause

JB: “Yes Sir, please use me for your pleasure Sir”

Me: “Good boy. Get undressed”

I stayed fully dressed while he quickly took off all of his clothes and neatly folded and stacked them on the floor against the wall. When he turned to put his clothes neatly out of the way is when I noticed that his whole backside was virtually hairless in direct contrast to his very hairy front. I don’t know why, but the sight of that made me instantly hard.

After his cloths were put out of the way he came back and stood in front of me. I immediately slapped him as hard as I could across the face with my open hand. The blow caught him be surprise and knocked him back a half step. He started to raise his hand to struck side of his face but he caught himself and quickly came back to stand in front of me with his eyes down. I hit him again, just as hard as the first time, but he was expecting this one and withstood the blow much better than the first.

Me: “Gen on your knees boy”

Jersey Boy quickly dropped to his knees. His mouth was only inches from my now bulging crotch. I continued to slap him three more times hard until I could see that his eyes had begun to water. I know that I am a sick fuck, but hitting him until his eyes watered made me crazy hard and ready to fuck like a mad bull. I have never considered myself as someone who is into S&M, and I still don’t. I am not usually this rough, but for some reason I was feeling overly aggressive and dominate and the thought of beating this guy down before I took my pleasure in his ass just made me very, very hot. We had chatted briefly about it being an aggressive scene before hand, but in hind sight, Jersey Boy probably did not think it would be this aggressive… I sure didn’t. Had either of us planned on this, I am sure we would have done things like come up with a “Safe Word” or something… but none of that was in play here… we were flying blind.

As the first tear rolled down his right cheek, I started to undo my pants and told him to open his mouth. When I lowered my jeans and underwear, my fat black cock sprang free and I shoved hard to the back of his throat in one motion… he gagged on my cock and coughed up that filmy throat phlem all over my cock and balls. Throat phlem is almost as good a lube as cum. Since Jersey Boy hawked up a lot of it after a few minutes of throat fucking I changed my plan and decided to enter him now.

I helped Jersey Boy off his knees, spun him around and made him bend over and grab his anckels JB was still hacking and coughing as I gripped his hips firmly in both hands and took careful aim at the center of his puckered hole. In one fluid motion, I speared hid hole open with a powerful jab of my cock and pushed all the way in him. JB cried out in pain and he buckled at the knees. I was holding his ass onto my cock by a firm grip of his hips. He was scrambling hard to get away from the harp pain. I held him place for only a few seconds before letting him go and pulling my cock out of his ass.

He landed on the bed and curled up in the fetal position with his back to me. I took the opportunity to finish getting undressed.

Once naked, I returned to JB on the bed who was still in the fetal position, but obviously in much less pain now. I realized that spearing him like that is dangerous and wanted to make sure that I did not tear any skin tissue. Pulling his ass cheeks apart I gave JB a close examination and lightly fingered him looking for any signs of blood.

It appeared that JB was not only ok, but he began to moan from the fingering I was giving him. What started out as a careful examination, turned into an aggressive multiple finger fucking. I was able to get four fingers in him up to the second knuckle. With over half of my big hand in JB he was feeling some discomfort which again made me hard again.

With my right hand stuck up his ass, I started slapping his left ass cheek hard with my left hand. The redder his ass turned, the hard my cock got. I looked up at JB’s face… he had his eyes shut tight, gritting his teeth and making the sexiest grunting noises… I simply could not hold back any more…I wanted to be in him

I pulled my hand from his ass and made him raise to his knees while keeping his chest down on the mattress. I quickly lubed his hold with a few globs of spit, positioned my cock at his hole and pushed into him.

JB’s hole felt AMAZING. Ya know how sometimes when you get into a bottom you cant really feel anything once you are past the outer ass ring… well not JB. His entire hole seemed to collapse around my cock.

I fucked him hard for a solid 15 minutes in this position with no stopping. For most of that time the only sound in the room was of my thighs slapping against his still cherry red ass cheeks along with the rhythmic yet muffled grunting coming from JB who’s face was buried in a pillow.

At about 16 minutes into this fuck, I could feel my orgasm approaching so I slowed the pace down… pushed him flat on his belly and kicked his legs wide apart. With my cock still burred deep in him, I grabbed his right arm and twisted it behind his back and then did the same with his left arm. I held his twisted arms in place with my hands and worked my cock in him hard with my hips.

Me: “Here it comes Boy… I am going to breed your ass now”

JB could not say anything through his gritted teeth from the pain of his arms twisted, legs spread wide and a fat black cock jammed deep into his bowels. However, what he could do is feel every pulse of me cock as I shot ribbon after ribbon of thick cum inside his ass.

As soon as I was empty, I released his arms and then carefully pulled my cock out of his ass. Jersey Boy had returned his face to the pillow and laid there motionless until I told him to roll over. Slowly he complied, and revealed a very impressive hard-on. I turned to look see his face and he was looking back at me with and expression that seemed to be saying “Please let me cum Sir”. I did not say a word… I just simply nodded my head in approval… he instantly began stroking his dick.

I noticed that he was staring at my dick which was still slick with cum and his ass juices. I decided to help him along and brought my still semi-hard cock to his mouth and said

Me: “Here Boy, clean the cock the cock that owns your ass”…”I just marked you as mine… belong to me now… you are my property”… “Now you are a nigger”

At the utterance of the word “nigger”, Jersey Boy grunted loudly with my cock in his mouth and shot the longest singly ribbon of cum that I have ever seen come out of a cock in one spurt. When it landed it stretched from his chin all the way down to his belly button. Whole body convolutions followed that huge stream of cum and Jersey Boy actually started to hyperventilate a bit.

I pulled my cock out of his mouth, cradled his head in my arms and pulled him close to me saying

Me: “Settle down, settle down… its alright… you are ok”

We laid like that for about 15 minutes until I realized that Jersey Boy had fallen asleep with his head resting gently on my shoulder. I have always been a firm believer in “cum and go”, but for some reason, this entire hookup had been out of the norm for me and to be honest…this gorgeous and totally submissive man resting peacefully next to me felt really good.

I have noticed that I am seeing several things about sex differently after spending several months having sex almost exclusively with a woman. I don’t really understand it… maybe…hopefully this blog… like in the past… can help me figure things out and come to a better/deeper understanding of my sexual self.

In case you are wondering, I did get up out of the bed long enough to turn off the lights and turn down the thermostat. Jersey Boy started to get up but I told him to stay there. When I returned to the bed I Jersey Boy curled up next to me and spent the night.

DC Blizzard

2010-02-23T06:03:00.000-08:00

This is just a quick post… I hope. Ya know, I never know how long these posts are going to be when I start writing them. It all just depends on how I remember it … the level of detail… and then of course… as you all know… I can go off on tangents and rants from time to time. I guess it is because I am simply talking to you in my head and my fingers just type the words as I say them in my head… you see… another tangent.

This happened a couple of weeks ago during the snow storm we had in Washington DC, and everything was shut down. I was home all hunkered down over dosing on Xtube when I get a text message from a friend of mine named Paul asking me if I can come out and pick him up at the hospital and give him a ride home. He is a registered nurse and his shift was over. He had taken a cab to work before the snow go really bad, but twelve hours later no cab would come out in the storm.

I could include our conversation, but that would make this longer and take more time than I have to write this post. Lets just say that I was annoyed that he did not make provisions for the situation. It was very poor planning on his part.

He said that he called on me because I was the only one he knew with a four wheel drive truck that could make it through the snow. The real reason why he called on me is because he knew that I would not say “No” even though I should.

I should also tell you that we are not… I guess now I should say ‘were not’ fuck buddies, just friend friends. Although I had tried on one occasion to fuck him, he refused over the whole bareback thing. At the time I decided it was better to have a good friend rather than another notch on the bareback belt.

Long story short, I hauled my ass out in that fuckin blizzard all the way across the city and picked his sorry ass up. When he got in the truck he knew that I was PISSED. He did not even look at me… he knew better. As we pulled out of the parking lot he said

Paul: “Know that I have to make this up to you”

Me: “You know what I want”

Paul: “Yes, I know” he said still looking straight ahead

Me: “And you know how I want it… no bullshit”

Paul: “Yes, I know that you are going to fuck me… and I know that you are going to fuck me without a condom… Is there any chance that I you will cum ON me and not IN me?”

Me: “Not a fuckin chance”

After a few moments of silence

Paul: “Whatever”

Not another word was said for the next 40 minutes it took to get him home. Instead of dropping him off in front of his apartment building I parked illegally on the street. It was at that moment that he realized that I intended to collect right then.

Paul: “Oh come on… you don’t mean now do you?”

I just looked at him with a cold stare.

Paul: “Its not really convenient to do this in the middle of a fucking snow storm”

Me: “Please don’t talk to me about convenience Paul”

He really could not say much after that so we got out of the truck and made our way to his apartment.

Once in side, we took off our coats and boots. Paul went into the kitchen and came back with a cold Budwiser.

Paul: “Here make yourself comfortable maaasssterrr while I go make myself ready to be raped”. He said sarcastically. Undaunted, I said

Me: “Yeah whatever Bitch”

He took forever in the bathroom. I was sure that he was stalling in there…hoping that I would fall asleep or something. After about 40 minutes he emerges from the bathroom freshly showered and totally naked.

Now I have seen Paul naked plenty of times before at the gym where we occasionally work out together when schedules permit. But, he looked different this time. His 6’ frame, slightly above average build and narrow 32” waist looked very vulnerable. His normal swinging 8” cock and low hanging balls looked more like a healthy 6.5 incher.

Paul stood there nude in the dark living room with the light from the bathroom back-lighting his image. He did not say a word… he just looked at me and then simply walked toward the bedroom. I waited a couple of minutes and then followed him into the room. He was laying on his back on top of his still made bed and a large bath towel under his ass.

I stood by the bed and took off my cloths. He maintained eye contact with me the whole time. On the night stand were a bottle of lube and a condom… I think laying the condom out was his last form of protest.

When I crawled on the bed was the first time that Paul broke eye contact and he looked at my now fully porked out cock. He had never seen me fully erect. When I made eye contact with him again he clearly had a look of concern on his face. As I began to lift his legs up and get squarely into position to fuck him, he whispered

Paul: “Please don’t hurt… me”

By this time pure lust and excitement had replaced anger within me… and if I am to be totally honest… his whispering “Please don’t hurt me” made me want to hug him and reassure him that I would not hurt him. Instead, I just said

Me: “Don’t worry buddy…I am going to take it slow and take real good care of you… ok?”

Paul shook his head “Yes” and with that I reached for the lube.

I could go into great detail about the sex… but I wont cause Paul in not trick… but a very good friend of mine. I will just say that I took it real slow at first and after the first 5 minutes then he was totally open and I made love to him instead of simply fucking him. I know, I know... very "SAPPY" but to tell you different would be making shit up.

Over the course of the night…during the worst snow store DC has seen in decades… my good friend Paul came twice with my dick deep in him and he gladly took every drop of my cum inside of him.

Jim's Funeral

2010-02-14T15:45:00.000-08:00

Boy! I am so out of writing shape. This is actually the second attempt at this post because the first was much too wordy and too long. I figure that most of you reading this are like me when I read blogs …” yeah yeah whatever get to the sex part”.

Anyway, to make a much longer story short… a few months ago (during the period where I had stopped blogging) a good friend and former fuck buddy of mine in Dallas passed away. I got a voice mail message from his partner, who never liked me at all, telling me that Jim suffered a sudden heart attack and died. He also gave me the date and time of the funeral and asked me to come. To be honest, I was not going to go, but a few hours after I listened to the voice message, I received another call from Jim’s phone… obviously it was his partner Bob calling. I did not answer right away as I thought it strange that he would call me again since he never really got over the fact that I fucked Jim… the man whom he loved and who was strictly a top… except for me.

Yes… in case you are wondering… I fucked Jim several times on my trips to Dallas without Bob’s knowledge or consent. And, yes, it was Bob’s finding out that put an end to our fucking… but not to our friendship. Bob eventually forgave Jim, but never me.

I finally did answer the phone and spoke directly to Bob

“Hello… Bob”

“Hello”

“I am so sorry about Jim… is there anything that I can do?”

“Yes, I want you to come to the funeral … and I want you to stay for a couple of days”

The funeral was scheduled for the next Friday and if I had planned on going, I would have planned to stay until Sunday anyway. After a brief pause, I said,

“Sure, I will be at the funeral Bob, and will stay at the Marriot”

“No… I don’t think you understand. I want you to stay here at our… my place, with me”

This… given the situation and relationships… was a very strange request. I have to admit that the request gave me pause… and for a moment the vision of a psycho Bob taking a hatchet to me in my sleep crossed my mind.

“Ok, Bob… whatever you need… again, I am so sorry for your loss”

“Thank you… and I am sorry for your loss as well… I know that you two remained very good friends even after… ya know”

“Yeah… I know”

The funeral went as planned. It was a very sad day, but after the business of saying goodbye to our dear partner, Son, Sibling and friend… Jim, the mood lightened and the reception following the funeral was full of food, drink and laughter over fond memories.

From the time I arrived, Bob was very nice and even somewhat affectionate towards me, which caught me by total surprise. I figured that he was going out of his way to be polite out of his love for and in honor of Jim… ya know, making the effort to be like he imagined Jim would be toward me if he were there.

Gay men kiss social kiss, and causally touch each other all the time. I found that to be normal. What I found as unusual was the fact that throughout the day, Bob was never more that ten feet away from me. I never realized that proximity was so intimate. Again, keeping it real here… I must admit that more than once during that sad day, I looked at Bob’s tight 5’9” body and solid muscle ass with lust. Each time I caught myself thinking that way, I quickly focused on something else and scolded myself for having such thoughts.

That night, after the last guest had left the house, Bob and I were both exhausted. Before calling it a day, Bob pulled two shot glasses and a half full bottle of Jack from the liquor cabinet. We had a single and final toast to Jim. I told Bob I was going to turn-in and asked him which room I should sleep in. With a look that is hard to describe… serious and somewhat challenging… Bob said,

“You are sleeping in our… I mean my room… with me”

Again, I was caught totally by surprise… thinking back now, maybe I should have not been quite so surprised as the signs were there all day long but I totally missed them.

I did not say anything at first… we just stood there staring at each other… and in that ultra silent thirty seconds of us staring at each other… a ton was communicated. In that space of time it was not only communicated that we would fuck, but that I was to bring my “A” game, and he would bring his. I feel my description of this moment sucks… just know that this thirty seconds was extremely powerful, direct and matter of fact. It was not sappy, or emotional… it was like we both understood that this had to happen. We both were to know why Jim loved sex with us both, or… who did he love sex with most?

Oh man… how do I write about the sex? That is what it was… it was hard sex… extremely hot sex… very aggressive sex.

When we got on the bed, there was not a word spoken. I did notice that lube and poppers were already setting out on the night stand which told me that Bob had this planned in advance…which concerned me for like a nano second.

Bob got on his knees at the edge of the bed with his butt in the air. Jim must have told him how I love to eat clean white ass before I abuse it with my fat black cock. Bob’s ass was perfect. It was clean but not “just washed clean”. There was just enough of manly butt smell that drives me wild.

I worked his ass with my tong for a good ten minutes. Bob made no sound other than a constant heavy breathing, which told me that he was enjoying it more than he was willing to let on.

He has what I would say is the perfect muscle ass with huge cheek dimples and only a slight layer of fat where the cheeks round into the crack. His hole was small and tightly puckered. At first, he fought the entry of my tong but if there is anything more persistent than my cock it is my strong tong. I soon had a full third of my tong up his ass, and I loved the way he would try to squeeze it out with his ass ring. The more he squeezed my tong with his ass ring, the harder my cock became.

I don’t know if it was Bob’s hot ass, or if it was more due to the freaky situation itself, but I was extremely turned on and hard as nails. I was so hard that I was leaking pre-cum, which is a rare thing for me.

After eating his hole I was more than ready to fuck the shit out of him. Other than the heavy breathing, he was totally quiet and motionless…As you know from reading this blog, I like more responsiveness than that. Consequently, I decided that I was not going to use lube… just the spit from my eating his ass.

Lifting my face from his ass, I positioned the head of my fat cock at the center of his puckered hole. As soon as he felt the head of my cock he started to reach for the lube and to say something, which he was not able to finish as I hard thrust my cock forward while pulling back on his hips. The hard entry literally took the wind out of him.

He tried to pull away from me but my grip of his hips was too strong. I held my cock buried balls deep in him. He began to struggle with his arms and legs flaying all over the place so I pushed him flat on his stomach where I could better restrict his movement and began to work my cock in and out of him with my hips.

That first minute of the fuck was very rough for the both of us. He was too proud to cry, or cry out but I could tell that he wanted to. All he did was grunt loudly with each movement of my cock. It was truly a struggle of wills more than anything else. He was determined to prove that I was just “A Dick”, and I was determined to break him… not hurt him… but to get him to give in to what I was doing to him. To let it happen and then find the pleasure in giving me pleasure. Thinking about it now, the first minute was much more like a rape than anything else. We both expended a tremendous amount of energy and at the end of it… if I am to be honest… I would have to say that it was a draw. He did not break, but he bent a whole lot.

After that first minute we both just sort of stopped and I pulled out of his ass. He laid flat on his stomach and I was sitting on my hunches still between his spread legs. The only sound in the room was that of our mutual heavy breathing. Soon, Bob rolled over on his back and looked at me. He did not say a word as he pulled his legs to his chest and willingly opened his hole to me. In exchange for his assuming the submissive position, I reached for the lube and applied it liberally to his hole and my cock.

As I entered him the second time, he let out a low gut moan followed with the word

“Yes”

As I bottomed out in his hole, I leaned over and we kissed passionately for the first time. With lube and a submissive attitude, Bob’s hole FELT FUCK’N GREAT! We soon found our rhythm and it was It was an absolutely incredible fuck and by the time it was over, I knew why Jim loved fucking this man so much.

I did stay the weekend, and I lost count after the sixth or seventh time we fucked. At some level, it does sort of creep me out that Bob and I fucked like rabbits at the occasion of one of my best friend’s, and his partner’s passing… at the same time, on another level, the memory of it still turns me on months later.

I will see Bob again, but I doubt that I will write about it here… just as I have never written about any encounters that Jim and I had. He, like Jim was, is now more than a trick.

Even with this re-draft of this post it is still long… sorry guys, but given the nature of this one I felt that I had to provide more background than I normally do if for no other reason than to do Jim and Bob justice.

Sub-boy

2010-02-05T12:10:00.000-08:00

Yes… I have been gone for quite some time. Nothing is wrong. In fact, I left this blog because I started dating someone. I had not told her about this blog… did not really want to tell her about it (yes…”her”) so the compromise with myself was to stop writing the blog. Now before some of you start attacking me, let me answer the top 10 most obvious questions upfront about this relationship.

1. Yes… she knows that I fuck men.
2. No, I did not stop fucking men, and she knew that I was still fucking men
3. Agreed to not fuck a man if she was available and willing
4. Agreed to not fuck a man and her in the same day (her demand)
5. To my knowledge, she did not fuck around with another man
6. Yes, I fucked her bare also but by mutual agreement, always came on, not in her
7. Yes I still get tested every six months and Yes, I am still negative
8. Yes, she has played with other women before but prefers a man for relationship
9. By mutual agreement, we are taking a break on the dating… doubt that we will start again but we remain really good friends
10. Drum Roll Please…. Yes, she did watch me fuck a man once.

I hope that that answers most of the burning questions out there as to why I left the blog and what it was like for a gay man being in a straight relationship with a woman who knows he is gay and fucking other men… if this does not answer your questions, feel free to post a question in the comments… but unlike any other subject, I may or may not answer… just depends on the question.

I will say that we stopped dating after she saw me fuck a man.

I had this … boy …(25yo) whom I had fucked once before about a year ago and had been begging for it again. I told him that I was going to blindfold him at the door because I was going to have someone else … a very important person… in the room watching me fuck him and the person needed to be anonymous. I also told him that I did not want him distracted by the visitor… It was important for him to be natural because the visitor wanted to see what it was really like…nothing staged or scripted… a real hookup.

When he arrived I met him at the front door, put the blindfold on him securely and lead him into my bedroom where my then girlfriend was seated in a comfortable chair I had placed next to the bed.

As soon as he was in the room, told him to strip naked. When he removed the last of his clothing, I grabbed the back of his head, brought him to his knees and pushed his face into the crotch of my jeans. As he was mouthing the outline of my fat cock through my jeans, I removed my t-shirt, shoes, and unbuckled my belt. I then shucked my jeans and underwear down in one motion, and my now fully engorged cock sprang free and smacked him square in the face. He instinctively opened his mouth and took as much of me down his guilt as he could.
From there I face fucked him hard and slapped him hard across the face once when he carelessly scraped me with his teeth once. The slap was loud and hard enough to knock him off balance a bit. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my gf jump and gasp a bit at the sudden show of force. As a good submissive he came right back with

Sub: “I am sorry Sir…it wont happen again Sir”

Me: “See that it doesn’t boy”

I let him suck me for a couple minutes more and then grabbed him under his arm pits and lifted him up to a standing position. I moved him back a couple of steps before shoving him hard backward onto the bed. As he rocked back, I caught his legs it the air and pushed them back against his chest. I then went down and began to tong his perfectly shaved, pink puckered ass hole.

I don’t recall if I have ever mentioned my tong before. It is longer than normal and like my cock it too is very thick and strong. I love a fresh clean, pink ass hole, so I began drilling his hole with my tong. He instantly began to moan and started to stroke his own average sized cock while saying:

Sub: “Ooohhh Yes Sir.. Aaahh Yes SSSiiirrr”

I had been eating his ass for only about five minutes before his breathing quickened, body began to shake and his hole started it’s final contraction and pushed out four very thick spurts of cum which shot straight up in the air and landed all over his stomach and pubic hair.

I made it a point to not look over at my gf as I wanted to stay focused and make this as real as it always is with me and the men I fuck. Nonetheless, I could not help be get a sense of her presents and reactions from my peripheral vision. I could tell she was fidgeting…but out of what?...disgust ?... excitement?

After Sub-boy finished shooting, I positioned myself between his spread legs. I scooped up a couple of big globs of his thick cum and smear them all over my pumped cock which looked and felt fatter than normal as it had been three weeks since it had last been buried balls deep in a hot ass. I scraped up the rest of his cum and quickly rubbed it around his hole still wet from my tong. With out a second thought, put the head of my cock at his puckered entrance and drove deep into him in one motion. Sub-boy Screamed…this time I could not help but hear the audible intake of breath that my gf made when I skewed Sub-boy.

Sub-boy was in agony;

Sub: “Please Sir…take it out…take it out…please…plea…ppppls”

I don’t take it out… I hold it in there and as his hole adjust the pain begins to subside.

While I a waiting for Sub-boy to adjust… I am thinking back to when we fucked a year ago. I remember that then I had fucked him before he came, and that he did not cum until I was done. It occurred to me that Sub-boy may be one of those guys who cant take anymore cock after they cum. This is occurring to me because while Sub-boy is no longer screaming… he is still struggling greatly with my cock, and his hole is clamped down on my cock like a vise.

Me: “Its going to be ok boy… just relax”

Sub: “It hurts Sir”

Me: “Breath boy and take a big hit of poppers for me”

He does this and after about twenty seconds he lets out a deep breath and his hole loosens .Fortunately for Sub-boy it does not take me long to get off since it had been three weeks since I had good ass.

Me: “Yeah… that’s it … there is that sweet boy hole… I am fucking you with your own cum boy… now I am going to put mine with it boy… do you want it?”

What sounds like nearly in tears… Sub-boy says,

Sub: “Aah….Aah…Aah Yes Sir…Please breed me Sir… I need your cum Sir”

Me: “Here it is Boy!”

With that I unload what feels like the best load I have dropped in months. It seemed to go on for ever and I even had a couple of full body spasms at the end.

Like I said earlier, my gf and I broke-up a few days later. While watching me fuck another man was an eye opener for her, and she was a bit taken aback by how much more aggressive sex between men is than a man and a woman, this was not the primary reason for the breakup. It had more to do with how I obviously enjoyed sex more with men, than with her or any woman.

Average

2009-07-11T04:31:00.000-07:00

I had another good hookup last night. As you recall from my last post, I had been in Maine for the 4th of July weekend. While there, I received an instant message from a guy whom I will call Philly since that is where he is from.

I hooked up with Philly once last year when he was in Washington DC for business. It was a rare occasion that I was home in Washington instead of on the road that week. He originally contacted me on Bear 411 (yes… I have a profile there also).

On our first encounter, I met him in his hotel room. I was not sure of how well it would go at first cause something about him just seemed different/off. He is an average looking guy with an average build. He has dark hair that looks like it was styled at The Hair Cuttery, and classic black framed geek glasses. The odd thing about him was that his lips sort of protruded out as if he were going to give you a kiss, but they are that way all the time.

Don’t get me wrong… he was not so odd that you step back and say “eeww”. Not at all, in fact I had to really think about it before I figured out just what was out of place. All in all… he is just a very average guy.

He has a partner in Philly and in that relationship he is the total top but he is really versatile by nature which explains Philly’s desire to get fucked while he is away on business.

Anyway, the first time went fine. I started out not being sure, but as we got into it I found that he was a killer kisser, had a very nice 8+ inch cock and his hole…his hole… his hole was so very fine! So we fucked and fucked… then fucked a little more. When I left his hotel room, he was totally exhausted and I think a little taken-a-back from the intensity of the session. Also, we had talked about fucking bare, but not about breeding. When the time came, I just went for it and deposited a nice healthy load in him.

We had tried to get together one other time when he was in DC but schedules just did not work.

While in Maine for the 4th, I received an instant message from Philly asking if I would be in town later the next week. As it turned out I was not going to be, but I changed my schedule so that I could accommodate his visit.

So, according to plan, he called me yesterday afternoon and we established a time to hookup. He was staying in the same hotel as before so that made it easy. When I arrived at his room, he answered the door three quarters of the way in the bag… drunk.

Evidently, Braccadi Rum was part of his preparation for getting fucked by me. Like I have been explaining through this blog… I am a little different… the fact that he was drunk, did not turn me off… it turned me on!

I should clarify… I was turned on not because he was drunk, but rather because he intentionally got drunk because he was worried about the way I fuck him… there is a huge difference and Yes, I know that it is kinda fucked up…but it is what it is.
Even with being tipsy, he was still very nervous, asking over and over if he could get me anything. Finally, I held his face in my hands, got him to look me in the eye and in a very calming voice said,

Me: “Relax… it is going to be ok”

With that, he sort of fell into my arms, gave me a sloppy kiss (love those), and held onto me tightly for about 30 seconds.

Me: “Lets get these cloths off”

We quickly stripped naked and made our way to the bed. Once there we lay down and made out for a bit before he made his way down to my cock. Philly is a very good cock sucker… not as good as Big Boy… but very respectable. He also remembered that my nips are the key to making me rock hard. He even remembered how I like them worked.

While Philly was making me rock hard, I started to finger his hole. As a result, I instantly remembered what caused me to fuck him so long the last time… that sweet hole.

Philly is a hairy guy on his chest, legs and a little on his back. But his ass is hairless and ultra smooth. Additionally, there are like extra folds of skin just inside of his hole. Picture a belly button that is an “inny” but just slightly so. Ya know how there is like a little fold of skin just inside the belly button? Well that is exactly what his hole is like. I am sure that some of you that have played for the other team on occasion are thinking…”You mean like a cunt?” Yes, much like a cunt but in my opinion, much better mostly because of the difference in texture and tightness.

I did not get a chance to eat his hole the last time, but I was not about the let the opportunity pass this time.

I put him on his knees on the edge of the bed. Then I spread his cheeks far apart and got a real good look at what had to be one of the cleanest asses I have every seen. I drove my tong into his hole and went to town on it. There is nothing like eating a good clean ass, especially when the guy does not get it often and goes crazy over it like Philly did. I am sure the booz added to his exuberance but he loved it so much that I thought he was going to cry!

After eating him for a good 5 minutes his hole was sloppy wet, and my dick rock hard. I stood, positioned my cock head at his hole. Feeling my cock there, Philly quickly reached for the poppers. I waited for him to take a long pull on the poppers before I popped the head of my fat cock into his hole. The last time we fucked, it was a real struggle to get into him… not so much this time. Perhaps, the Braccardi was serving its purpose.

We soon found and good rhythm. I was totally loving the feel of his hole all around my cock. Inside of him felt like velvet or some shit like that.

I proceeded to fuck him on his back, bent over a chair, and on his side. He kept hitting that damn popper bottle about every couple of minutes so he was totally high.

When I put him back on his knees on the edge of the bed he was getting very sore and was begging me,

Philly: “Please fill me up now …(my real name)”

With his request, he started clamping his hole as tight as he could. He told me later that he clamped down at the end cause the memory of feeling my cock pulsing inside of him as I shot my cum into him is what he has been jacking off to for months. I believe him because as soon as I was done shooting, he flipped over and stroked his now hard 8+ inch cock (it had been soft during the whole fuck). He shot a massive load within 10 strokes of his cock. After the first squirt, I quickly covered his cock with my mouth and received a mouth full of cum which I first tasted then swallowed. Damn, he tasted good. If you have been reading my blog, you know that I love sucking big guys with big cocks

I stayed with him for about an hour after the fuck… just holding and talking to him until he drifted off to sleep. When I got up to leave, I got him to roll over to his side from his back… never let a drunk person sleep on their back… just in case they vomit. When I rolled him over, I saw that there was a huge wet spot under his ass from my cum leaking out of him.

I got dressed, kissed him once more on the head and then left.

As I left the hotel, I thought to myself… “who knew that this very average looking, mostly top guy would be such a hot fuck?” I guess I am just wired differently… I will take the average guy over the pretty boy EVERYTIME!

Big Boy: The Sequel

2009-07-09T12:17:00.000-07:00

A couple of posts back I wrote about fucking Big Boy during one of my recent trips to Maine. Well…. I was back in Maine for the 4th of July weekend. My schedule was pretty booked and I knew that I would not have a lot of time to play this trip. Nonetheless, I found myself with an hour to kill Friday afternoon. I did not have time to actually hookup with anyone but I got online anyway just to window shop.

As soon as I logged on to MH, I receive a few interesting messages, but again, with no time to really do anything, I respectfully declined. Then I noticed Big Boy was online. For the record, I have had no contact with him since I sort of forced him to take my load. He has seen me online several times, and I am sure that he noticed me online this day, but he again chose not to initiate contact with me. I assumed that he is pissed about what happened the last time. But then, as one reader to this blog commented, deep down he did seem to want/like it even though his head was saying “No”. (That “Madonna/whore” complex is a bitch!) Then I remembered that he left his door unlocked for me the last time. I figured that he may be pissed, but it was at least worth a shot cause then I could fuck him late at night instead of sleeping (the only free time I had this trip).

I sent him this simple message

Me: “I am in town. Leave your door unlocked for me”

I waited for a response, positive or negative, but none came. After 5 minutes, I checked to see if he read the message. He did, and he evidently signed off MH immediately. Not a good sign for getting my balls drained.

By the time I was finally free to hit the rack, it was just past 1200 hrs and I was beat. I think I was out before my head hit the pillow. I awoke at 0500 hrs with morning wood that actually hurt. My first obligation on what was now 4th of July was not until 0900 hrs. I did not think Big Boy’s door would be open, but then, what if it was?

I arrived at Big Boys front door at 0545 hrs. Much to my surprise, when I gripped the door knob, it turned freely and the door opened. I quietly entered the apartment, and proceeded to Big Boy’s bedroom just off the living room. He was lying in bed covered with only a thin sheet, and snoring fairly loudly. As quietly as I could, I stripped naked, entered the bed room and crawled in bed next to Big Boy. Movement on the bed cause him to awaken. He turned and looked at me with a startled look on his face. A look that said “Oh no! I forgot to lock the door!”

He stared at me with that look for what seemed much longer than the actual 10 seconds. Then, without saying a word, he simply put his face into the pillow, got on his knees and assumed the doggy position.

Me: “Good Boy”

I got on my knees in front of him. He understood, and instantly took my cock in his mouth. Once again, Big Boy delivered outstanding head! I actually though about just letting him suck me off and swallow my load instead of injecting it in his ass, but I soon abandoned that idea because this would be my only chance to fuck and breed ass on this trip.

He got me very hard with his mouth and then I moved into position behind him. As it was daylight now, I could clearly see his hole when I spread his cheeks. It looked uncommonly wet! How could I have missed it? I looked around the room. There were candles, wine glasses and unopened condoms on the night stand. I instantly started to scan the bed and the floor for the last piece of confirming evidence. Then I found it. Stuck to the side of the plastic trash bag lining the small waste can next to the bed was a used condom.

Now it all made perfect sense … Big Boy had a date last night and he got fucked! Either he or the trick neglected to relock the door after the trick left!

Me: “Did someone fuck you last night?”

Big Boy held still, not saying a word. His face is buried back in the pillow. I raise my hand and smack his bare ass hard, leaving a red print of my right hand on his right cheek. Big Boy jumped and banged his head on the headboard of his bed.

Me: “Did someone fuck this ass last night?”

Big Boy: “Yes… Please don’t fuckin hit me again Sir!” Big Boy said through gritted teeth.

Me: “Answer my fuckin questions and do what I tell you and you won’t get hit!”

There is a momentary stand-off before Big Boy gets back into position and very calmly says,

Big Boy: “Yes Sir”

Me: “Did He Breed you”

Big Boy: “No Sir … he always wears a condom”

Me: “Did he cum while fucking you with the condom?”

Big Boy: “Yes Sir”

Me: “Is that the condom there in the trash?”

Big Boy: “Yes”

With that answer, I got off the bed and retrieved the used condom. Whoever had worn it left a pretty hefty load in it. Then looking Big Boy in the eye, I asked,

Me: “You know what I am going to do with this cum… don’t you?”

Big Boy paused, thinking… and then he figured it out. As he buried his face back into the pillow he said,

Big Boy: “Yes Sir”

Me: “Is this guy a fuck buddy of yours?”

Big Boy: “Yes”

Me: “Tell me about him”

Big Boy: “White guy… 35… married… 6 foot… average build, average cock… his wife and kids are away for the weekend”

Me: “How long has he been fucking you?”

Big Boy: “Just a couple of months…Sir”

Me: “How many times has he fucked you?”

Big Boy: “Three times… it is hard cause he is married”

I got back into position behind Big Boy. With the thumb and fore finger of my left hand, I held open Big Boys hole. With the right hand, I emptied cum form the condom into his hole. When cum spilled into Big Boys hole he literally shuddered and buried his face deeper in the pillow.

I put the last bit of cum from the condom on the fat head and shaft of my cock. At that moment, it occurred to me that this cum seems pretty fresh.

Me: “How long has it been since he dropped this load”

Big Boy audibly sighed before saying,

Big Boy: “About twenty minutes ago Sir”

The thought that I was about to give Big Boy a second, unexpected fuck had had my cock hard for sometime… but the fact that I was going to use this other guys cum as lube and that the guy was just here… made me harder than steel!

It was as if Big Boy also came to the realization that the information he just gave me was going to make this fuck particularly hard cause at that moment he braced himself by spreading his knees wider and putting the palms of his hands against the headboard for added support.

I did not insert my cock into Big Boy… I literally impaled him with it. In response Big Boy gave a very guttural grunt, and as I held my cock balls deep in him, his legs began to convulse.

I quickly settled into a strong rhythmic pace and the only sounds were that of my hips slapping against Big Boys ass cheeks, and Big Boys whimpering with every down stroke.

I fucked him strong this way for a solid 5 minutes at which point, the cum I had used for lube, along with the lube that was left on his hole from before, had formed this creamy lather. Talk about “Boy Butter!”

I found this whole scene to be incredibly hot. Coupled with the fact that I had not fucked in awhile, I simply could not last as long as I usually do. I was ready to shoot after 5 minutes and seeing the “Homemade Boy Butter” nearly sent me over the edge. I was able to pull out completely before it was too late. When I pulled out so abruptly, Big Boy’s body started to convulse… which if you remember my post about my good friend you know I find that extremely hot and rare.

After Big Boy settled down, I turned him over on his back, applied some lube that was on the night stand, and slowly re-entered him. Unlike the last time when I bred Big Boy, this time he was looking me straight in the eye.

Me: “I am glad you are looking at me this time”

Big Boy: “Why Sir?”

Me: “Don’t know really… seems more intimate… like you accept it… that it is ok”

Big Boy: “Would you stop if I asked you Sir?”

Me: “We both know the answer is ‘No’”

Big Boy: “Then do your business Sir”

With that, Big Boy began to gently tweak my nipples (Which I love) and clamp his hole down on my cock. I took about eight more strokes and asked

Me: “Are you ready for it?”

Again through gritted teeth, and in time with my thrusts, Big Boy said,

Big Boy: “Ohhh… ohh… yes… Sir… please… Sir!”

At that point, I released a torrent of cum shots deep in his bowls as he continued to massage my cock with his hole. On the last few squirts, Big Boy wrapped his legs around my hips to keep me in place until every last drop of semen was in him.

When I was finally done cuming… I picked up the used condom from the bed, wadded it into a ball, and then stuffed it in Big Boys now very open hole.

Me: "I want you to go back to sleep and leave all that cum in you for as long as you can today… do you understand?”

In a shortness of breath way, Big Boy said

Big Boy: “Yes Sir… I will do the best I can”

As I was dressing, we continued to talk. In short, Big Boy had actually blocked my profile on MH several times, only to unblock it a day or two later. When I asked him why, all he could offer as explanation was that I scare the shit out of him but in that fear is a lot of his sexual desire.

The funny thing is that Big Boy did not think he could explain himself very well, but I think he expressed it perfectly… I think a certain amount of fear is sexually exciting for most of us.

Another Confession

2009-06-27T06:28:00.000-07:00

As you may recall from a few posts back, I have been struggling with coming to terms with who and what I am sexually… no, not struggling with the gay thing… more so with what drives me and turns me on sexually. This self realization and acceptance is an ongoing process for me, and so far, I have found that writing about this self discovery helps me with the acceptance part. However, it does take an unusual amount of effort to write about these sexual experiences that result from my sexual drivers because, frankly, I don’t initially like the person I see on these written pages. Or perhaps better stated: I do not initially like the dark side of my behavior that is revealed in this blog.

Nonetheless, it is what it is. I promised myself, and anyone who takes the time to read this stuff, that I would keep it real and write truth not fiction with the one exception of changing enough of the story to keep the identity of myself, and others, safe. Having said all of that, I am ready to make another confession.

This actually happened two year ago, but to this day, I feel responsible for turning a happily married yet closeted man with two kids into a divorced cum whore.

First, you need to have a little bit of background. This guy whom I will call “C” had chatted with me several times on-line but we never even came close to meeting. In fact, I had determined that he was a “game-player” (which I hate) and really never planned on fucking him. Nonetheless, through the chats I knew that he was married, had two kids and was a highly paid trouble-shooter for a very well known computer database firm. I believe that he simply liked the fantasy of being dominated by a big black man. Because I always ask about first experiences, I also knew that his first sexual experience with a man was with a black guy who forcefully fucked him in a vacant class room in college (whether this is true or not, I don’t know, but it is what he told in great detail).

Two years ago, a very good friend of mine was visiting from Boston. He is a White redhead man with a “Larry the Cable Guy” build … so you probably now know why we are very good friends. He also has a solid 8” cock that is every bit as thick as mine. Unfortunately for me … he is also a “Top”.

We were chilling at my place on a Saturday afternoon when we decided to see who was online. I no sooner signed on than there was an instant message from C. I was just going to blow him off, but my buddy wanted me to try to get him to come over so that we could both fuck and breed him. I told my buddy that it would not happen cause C is a total flake who talks a good game, but is too afraid to carry through with anything.

While chatting with C he mentioned that he was going to run to the hardware store to get a few things for a home repair project. I suggested that he come to the store that is only a couple blocks from my house so that he could stop by and we could at least meet in person. He was not really going for it until I told him that I had some very strong poppers from Germany and that I would sell him a bottle (I also knew that he liked to use poppers while jacking off to porn after the wife went to bed). Who knew that poppers would be the perfect bait… I sure didn’t, and was very surprised when he agreed to quickly swing by.

About 30 minutes later, I saw C pull into my driveway. I told my buddy to get naked and hide in the bedroom. I also stripped down to my underwear. I grabbed the strong poppers (Yes, I really did have some good shit) and poured some onto a hand towel (for some reason, I find that pouring poppers onto a clothe and holding the cloth to the nose, makes the poppers much stronger and more effective).

True to form, C timidly knocked on the door instead of ringing the doorbell. I opened the door and stood back behind it so that he could not really see that I was in my underwear.

Me: “Hey C, come on in”

C slowly stepped through the door. I closed it behind him and immediately put the cloth to in his face and held it there. C took a couple of deep breaths and three seconds later sort of fell back against the door. I guided him to his knees, all the while keeping the popper cloth against his nose. After about 30 seconds, I took the popper cloth and made it into a blindfold, making sure that enough of it draped over his nose. I then quickly stuck my now rock hard cock in his mouth. He literally melted. He supported himself with his hands on my hard thighs, and I held his head steady while I fucked his mouth.

I fucked his mouth for only about a minute because by this time he was giving no resistance at all. In fact, in his popper high, he had given-in to the fact that I was in control and that he would once again be fucked by a black man.

I pulled my cock out of C’s mouth and made him crawl to the middle of the room. Once there I told him to get naked. Because of the poppers, it took him a little longer than usual and I in fact had to help him get is shoes, pants and underwear off. Once naked, I put his 6’1” body on his back. I put more poppers on the cloth and made him inhale deeply a couple of times until he sort of went limp again.

By this time, by buddy was standing in the doorway of the bedroom stroking is very fat cock. I told him to grab the lube and join me as I began to slowly fuck C’s throat which went better than I expected, probably because poppers made him relax his throat.

As soon as my buddy arrived with the lube, I told him,

Me: “lube up dude”

I was not sure if C actually knew that there were two of us. I definitely wanted him to know what was about to happen so I pulled out of his mouth, got down next to his ear, and while holding his arms above his head, I said,

Me: “Do you remember all those times you got me hot for your ass on Manhunt only to drop off line when it came time to hookup?”

C: “Yes Sir”

Me: “Well guess what… you are so fucked now!” Me and my buddy are going to fuck you silly and send you back home with cum dripping out of your ass”

C: “No… Sir… Please Sir… just let me blow you… I will blow you both Sir”

Me: “Now come on C… we both know that you want this… and we both know that this is the only way it will happen”

There was a long pause and C began to struggle against being held down so I put another few drops of poppers on the cloth at his nose. As he breathed in the poppers, he stopped struggling. Meanwhile, my buddy is between C’s legs, stroking his ominous cock, waiting for the “go-ahead” to penetrate C’s hole.

Me: “Tell me you want it… You want it don’t you C?”

A very resigned C said,

C: “Yes… I want it Sir”

With that, I nodded to my buddy who went balls deep on the first stoke… that hurt even me and it took poor C’s breath away. Ya know how when a child suddenly falls or bumps it head and you know they are going to scream. They make the motion of screaming with their mouth but no sound comes out at first until they get their breath back. Well, that is exactly how C reacted to my buddy literally skewering him with his exceptionally fat cock. Thank goodness for the poppers making C totally relaxed cause if not, I am sure that that first stroke would have ripped him open.

My buddy fucked C hard with C’s legs draped over his shoulders. Thankfully for C it only took my buddy about two minutes before he was grunting and shooting a massive load deep into C’s bowls. The whole time buddy was fucking C, I was in C’s ear,

Me: “There is a big white dick pounding your ass… He loves your ass… He is cuming inside you now, clamp down, can you feel him shooting his cum in you… Good boy, Good boy, take that load for Daddy… that’s it, give your ass to my friend… make him feel good for me”

When my buddy pulled out, I got into position to fuck C. There was a huge white glob of thick white cum slowly oozing out of C’s ass. If you have been reading this blog, you already know that I love Sloppy Seconds. I especially love Sloppy Seconds after buddy cause his cum is always very thick, creamy and in high volume.

I took my time sinking the bulbous head of my fat cock into C, savoring the feel of buddy’s warm load covering my cock. Once the head was in I stopped and took a long pull on the poppers. Poppers work kind of differently on me. I can’t use them too much cause they will make it hard for me to stay hard and cum. However, if I take just one or two hits off the popper bottle just before I am ready to cum, I not only can cum, I cum a ton. They literally prolong my orgasm and I shoot two and a half times more than when I don’t use them.

The purpose of this fuck was not to make it last long at all. No, the mission here was to get as much cum into C’s hole as possible.

Once the poppers took effect and I had that light headed/drifting feeling, I started pounding my cock hard into C. Buddy had already loosened and cum lubed C’s hole for me so that while it was still a very snug fit, there was little to no resistance.

As I pumped my cock hard into C, all he could manage was this sort of low/guttural moan each time I hit bottom. I think I maybe got 15 to 20 good strokes in before I reached orgasm. True to my previous experiences with poppers, I seemed to cum forever. When I slowly pulled out of C there was a steady trail of cum running from his hole down the crack of his ass and pooling on the carpet.

At this point, C was just laying there on the floor, still breathing heavy. His legs were splayed open and his arms continued to be stretched above his head. I motioned for my buddy two go back into the bedroom before I took C’s blindfold off.

I let C lay there a bit longer while I quickly gathered up all of his clothes. Then I took off his blindfold and helped him sit-up. He was definitely in a daze and I practically redressed him myself. Once he was all put back together I helped him up off the floor. I was still naked and I noticed that for the last few minutes, C had been staring at my flaccid although still very plump cock. I then squeezed the head of my cock, forcing one last drop of cum from the tip onto my end of my index finger. I held the finger up to him. On his own, with out saying a word or looking at me, he put my finger in his mouth.

Me: “Ok, you better get going before you wife starts wondering where you are”

C just nodded agreement and headed for the door.

Two hours later I received and instant message from C saying,

C: “I had to change my underwear and pants when I got home because your cum soaked through, and it is still coming out… I cant believe how much cum you guys put in me… Please tell me that you guys are safe”

Me: “We are Safe… I promise”

C: “I cant stop beating off… every time I feel cum oozing out of my ass, I have to beat off again”

The Rest of The Story:

Unfortunately, over the following year, C continued to deny who and what he is which only made his craving for cock and cum stronger. Consequently, he contacted more and more guys on line, but like he did with me, he would flake out and stand them up at the last minute. Eventually, his wife noticed his increased time on the computer became suspicious and eventually found several emails and pictures and gay porn. She divorced him in record time. Once separated from his wife, C’s need to hunt for cum grew even stronger, wasting hundreds of ours online. I say “wasting” because he would rarely go through with it until the urges got so strong that he would take huge risks to get some cum. He even hooked up and sucked off a guy in the basement of church.

I was able to get with him only 4 more times over the last two years although we had attempted many times. The times we did get together, he would resist and try to get me to stop at the last minute for fear of the initial pain and fear of becoming addicted to cum. On the last “fear”, it is already too late. He even lost his job. Although he would not admit it, I suspect his addiction to cum had something to do with losing his job.

I know that I am not completely responsible for what happened between C and his wife, nonetheless, I still feel very guilty. As a result, I can’t seem to have sex with anyone who I know is married.

Big Boy

2009-06-16T13:52:00.000-07:00

I had to run up to Portland ME for a couple of days this week, and as always, it took me approximately 15 minutes to setup and confirm a hookup. I don’t know why it is so quick for me when I am in Portland… perhaps it is because there are so few black people in Maine, let alone black gay male tops. Most of the chat sessions there start off with something like

“I have never been with a black man before”

Or

“I love black dick!”

If you have been reading this blog you know that my ultimate type is a “Larry The Cable Guy” type. White, slightly husky men with facial hair and a down-to-earth attitude/personality always get my attention. In fact, a guy with a slight belly (as in you cant rally tell they have a belly until they are naked), make me instantly hard. However, this is not to say that this is the only body type I am into. Actually, my type in men is very eclectic, and I definitely go through moods where I get horny for a particular type for reasons that are beyond my comprehension. This week, for some reason, I have been in a big boy mood.

On a side note, I have always enjoyed getting head form big boys… I am sure that it is all in my head, but I have always found head from big boys to be exceptionally good… they just seem to try harder. As you know, I love giving head also, and on those occasions when I come across a big boy with a big white dick! … “Boy-Howdy!”

Anyway, I was in a big boy mood and this really big guy on manhunt hits me up.

Big Boy: “Hi, you are fuck’n hot… I have always wanted to get with a hot black man!”

See…I told you… they all start out that way in Maine.

We chatted for a bit and he seemed like a nice guy but I already had social plans that night. Undaunted, he proceeded to tell me that he would be leaving his front door unlocked and that he would be in bed naked. He did not have to work the next day so I could come at anytime during the night. Like I said… they just try harder!

I arrived at his door at about 0100 hrs. I had no idea if his door really would be unlocked or not. In fact, I honestly expected it to be locked because there are so many fakes, flakes and half-baked on Manhunt. I reached for the door knob and it turned. It was indeed unlocked. My very next thought was, what if this is not the right house?

After taking a full minute to contemplate the risk, it occurred to me that a strange black man standing on the front door in a quite white Maine neighborhood was probably riskier, or at least more suspicious, than if I simply walked in as if the occupants of the house were expecting me.

I walked into the very small living room and see that the kitchen was off to the right, and a single bedroom was off to the left. The door to the bedroom was open and there indeed was a big naked white boy lying on top of a raised bed facing away from the bedroom door.

I walked into the bedroom, and Big Boy calmly rolled over and stared at me as I started to undress. All he said was,

Big Boy: "I am glad you came. "

This was the first time that I got a good look at his face. He could not have been more than 25yr old with an extremely cute baby-face and huge dimples.

Me: "How could I refuse an offer like that?"

His only response was a huge “boy-next-door” smile.

The room smelled like Dial soap and there was a damp towel on the floor next to the bed so I knew that he must have just come from the shower. He also had poppers and lube setting on the night stand next to his bed.

Once naked, I crawled up on top of the bed and him. He instantly began rubbing his hands over my chest, shoulders and arms. He clearly was a muscle worshiper, and as he admired my build, I could feel his dick getting rock hard under me. Then he leaned up, opening his mouth, signaling that he was about to kiss me. That kiss… well… again, big guys just try harder. This kid was a great kisser and that, coupled with the whole situation made me rock hard and ready to fuck.

I stuffed a pillow under his big ass and pushed his legs up as close to his chest as they would go. I grabbed the lube, lubed his hole … super tight… and then my cock. While I was doing this, he was inhaling those poppers like his life depended upon it. I the head of my cock as his tight hole and waited about ten seconds for the poppers to take full affect. When his head dropped back on the pillow and his body went sort of limp, I pushed the fat head of my cock in him hard.

Big Boy: “AAAAHHH, AHHH, AHH… Wait!... Please! Take it out… wait!”

He wiggled his way off my cock, closed his legs and sort of rolled over on his side while tightly gripping the bed sheets in his fists. I sat back on my haunches and waited. I took 30 seconds for the pain to subside at which point he laid back on his ass. He was still breathing heavy with his eyes closed and legs together. I waited about another 10 seconds before I forced his legs apart and re-adjusted his ass on the pillow.

Me: “Come on now, this is what you wanted… it will be better… just try to relax and let it happen… you will be ok… I promise”

I put cock head at his opening again and gradually applied continual pressure. He tried to wiggle away again, but I had a firm grip on his legs this time and would not let him get away. When he stopped trying to wiggle away, I made a huge thrust and buried me cock in him to the hilt and stopped. Big Boy grunted loudly, but the fight was going out of him as his hole began to adjust to my size.

I then handed him the poppers,

Me: "Here, take another big hit of this"

After the second hit of poppers we were finally ready to fuck. I moved strong and deep on the down strokes, and pulled out slow and easy on the up strokes. Big Boy seemed to really like this fucking method as his grunts turned into very sexy moans.

After fucking him this way for about three minutes I could tell that it was getting difficult for him to hold his legs up so I pulled out and moved him so that he was sitting upright on the edge of the bed. I stood on the floor between his legs. I then draped his big legs over each of my arms and slid his ass off the edge of the bed and onto my rock hard cock. His back was supported by the bed and his legs by my arms… in affect, he was in a human sling. The good new/bad news about this position was that Big Boy was totally supported and could relax which made his hole open more to accommodate my fat cock. The bad news was that I was supporting about 200 of his estimated 300 pounds while I was fucking him. After about two minutes of this my shoulders, chest and arms were rippling and covered in a thin layer of sweat. Big Boy’s head was thrown back with his arms above his head… totally enjoying the ride. To my complete surprise, at approximately minute 3 of this position Big Boy announced

Big Boy: "I am going to cum!"

Me: "Really???"

I was surprised because even though his dick was hard, his hands were no where near it. I have never really seen someone auto cum let alone see them auto cum while I was fucking them. Gotta tell ya guys, that is a huge ego booster for a top.

Me: “Fuck Yeah… let it go man”

With that, a thick rich cream began flowing out of Big Boy’s six inch cock. By the time he was done, there was creamy stream of cum that ran down his cock, balls and even onto my pubic hair. TOTALLY HOT!

After 4 and a half minutes of fucking Big Boy in this position, I had to put him down. Once his feet hit the ground and he stood up on his own, he gave me the tightest bear hugs I have ever had.

Big Boy: “That was great man!”

Me: “Well I am glad that you liked it, but we are not even close to being done”

Big Boy: “I don’t know if I can take any more”

Me: “Trust me, you can and will take more… turn around and lean over the bed.”

I felt that Big Boy wanted to object, but decided to accommodate rather than piss me off.

When he was in position, I reached under him and scooped up some of this cum from his dick and balls and used it to lube my cock before I pushed in him to the hilt in one stroke. I know that hurt him, but I felt that it was time for my pleasure.

I spread his big ass cheeks wide so that I could get as deep in him as possible. The tone and the mood of the fuck had changed. Instead of the sexy moans, all I heard from Big Boy was a muted grunt with each forceful thrust. Clearly he was just trying to get through it at this point. I fucked him this way for about another 3 minutes, steadily picking up the pace until I felt close to cuming.

I then pulled out of him and told him to get up on the bed on his belly. Big Boy hesitated a bit but then did what I told him. At this point, he would not even look at anymore.

I mounted him forcefully again… and lay full on top of him… fucking him with my hips. This put my head near his ear and I said

Me:” I know you are pissed, but you said you would take my load online… so you are going to take it! I am the first black man to fuck, and the first man to breed your hole!”

With that, I pumped a couple more times and let loose a large load… about 8 squirts… deep inside him. As soon as I was done, Big Boy quickly rolled over onto his back. My cock came out of his hole with a “plop” sound. He was rock hard again and was franticly stroking his cock. Within 15 seconds, Big Boy shot his second load. A load that was much bigger and longer lasting than his first.

After Big Boy finished cuming, he rolled onto his side with his back to me. I put my arm around him and in return, he pressed his ass back against my crotch so that we were spooning. We both fell asleep for about an hour. When I woke up I got up, picked up my clothes and went into the front room to dress. Just before I left, I looked back towards Big Boy’s room. He was laying on this belly and looking at me. I asked,

Me: “Are you ok?”

He shook his head “Yes” but did not say a word. With that, I left.

One Nugget Short

2009-05-13T21:47:00.000-07:00

Ok guys, I know that it has been a bit since my last post… I usually like to post at least once a week, but I have been having second thoughts about sharing my latest activities because I am learning things about myself that I am not sure are good or bad. I think it was Bikeguy who commented in his blog some time ago that a blogger blogs for himself… meaning that you learn a lot about your sexual self when you consistently think through and write about your sex life. I never doubted that this was a true statement; I just underestimated the power of such self-discovery. While I have not given any though to quitting this blog, I have had to slow down a bit as I go through the process of understanding and accepting who and what I am sexually.

I have learned that am a true dominate top. Not a verbal dominate like in a Bobby Blake way… “Take It Bitch”. Nor am I a dominate that constantly looks for ways to humiliate a submissive bottom, although I do sometimes humiliate a sub. My dominate nature centers around power and force. For example…although I hate the crime, I have always found reading about rape makes my dick hard… especially male rape. Remember my post about when I took advantage of my drunken roommate? I actually had a tough reconciling what I had done afterwards… but while it was happening, I don’t think I have ever been more sexually charged. Additionally, I seem to get into fucking guys who struggle taking my exceptionally fat cock more than the ones who can adjust and take me easily. I remember fucking a friend of mine five years ago who had been sexually abused by his father as a boy. We had fucked a couple of times before, but this time I was staying the night. In the middle of the night I woke him up by crawling on his naked body and said in his ear,

“It is time to give daddy what he needs”

My friend literally began to tremble, and put his perfect bubble butt in the air. I truly did not mean to simulate his childhood abuse… I ment “daddy” as in “fuck buddy daddy” not “daddy daddy!” Anyway, when began to tremble and look at me with fear in his eyes I realized that I unintentionally triggered something in him, and I froze. But, after he rolled over on his belly and stuck his ass in the air and said,

“Yes daddy…I am your big boy… I am your good boy”

I was rock hard and decided to go along with it for a bit. My friend has always been very expressive when getting fucked, but this time it was different. He actually started crying real tears… I mean really sobbing and saying over and over

“I am a big boy daddy… I am your good boy”

Something about him crying real tears triggered something in me and I went to what I can only call the darkside. I fucked him so hard… so long… I truly became some animal. The more he cried, the more turned on I became, the harder I fucked him until I finally came.

Anyway, I really did not mean to go off into that story… I am just free flow writing here.. still trying to understand me. Anyway, just to wrap up that story, we were already good friends, but that night has made us like brothers… extremely close… so close that we don’t even fuck anymore… truly would be like fucking my brother.

I guess I always subconsciously knew that I had a dark sexual side, but I recently had to come to grips with it again over the last several weeks as my encounters have been drifting back toward dark side. I am not ready to share all of those encounters here yet, but one I can write about now was about six weeks ago when I aggressively fucked this young white guy in New Jersey who clearly was one McNugget short of a Happy Meal.

Now before anyone jumps to conclusions… no! the guy was NOT retarded (mentally challenged). In fact, he has a decent job with the Port Authority… but he was clearly what we used to call “Slow”. As I reflected on the fuck that night, I realized that I was turned on more by the fact that I was fucking someone who was slightly mentally challenged than any thing else.

As per my routine, I was at the gym this day at 0500 hrs. Nothing special there, I went through my regular weight training routine and then hit the showers. This guy, who I will call “Nugget” was in the locker room. He was entering the dry sauna, which has a glass door. As I got out of me gym clothes I noticed him staring at me through the sauna room door. I did not think much of it at the time.

I made my way to the showers. When I turned around I realized he had left the sauna and had followed me into the shower area. He chose the shower stall across from mine, and he left the curtain wide open. By this time I knew the guy was either gay, or extremely curious. I also knew that there was something not quite right about him because he obviously did not know how to discretely cop a dick peek in a public place. This realization perked my sexual interest. I mean otherwise, he was just an average looking kid (25 yo I learned later) He was 6’ tall, 36 waist, dirty blond hair and pasty white.

He stared at me the whole time I was in the shower, and I began to stare back which made him extremely nervous and he would briefly look away.

After my shower I lost track of him. I got dressed and was leaving the gym when I saw him again by the door. It seemed that he was waiting for me. Now my dick was hard at the prospect of fucking this guy. I decided to simply approach him in the parking lot and suggest that we go somewhere and fuck. From his demeanor in the locker room I knew this would make him nervous and put him off balance a bit at which point I would press him even more so that he would either bolt or give it up.

When he noticed I was walking toward him, he got very nervous and said,

“Hello”

I did not say anything, just kept walking toward him. He said again in a higher voice

“Hello, can I help you”

By this time I am close enough were he could hear me without me shouting. I said,

“Just relax… it is all good”

He said,

“I hope you don’t thing I was following you or anything”

“Just relax… it is ok, I just want to introduce myself. With that I stuck out my hand and he reluctantly took it. Then he said,

“What country are you from?”… yeah I know… strange question… confirms that he is a nugget short of a happy meal.

“Ummm … from America…same as you”

“Oh…ok… you look exotic…that is why I kept looking at you… I hope you don’t think I was staring at you”

“You were staring at me and I was staring at you because I want to fuck you.”

“Are you Gay?”, he asked.

“Yes I am”

“Me too”, he said.

“I know”

“Really?”

“So how about it… do you live alone?”

“Yes, but I don’t have much experience”

“That is fine… just relax, I wont hurt you”

“I have always wanted to suck a black…”

“Yeah, we can do that… I am going to follow you to your place”

With that I just turned and walked to my car. He stood there for about a minute, not really knowing what to do, but he finally got in his car and I followed him about 7 miles to his house.

I don’t know about you, but if I walk into a trick’s house and the place is a mess, I usually turn and walk back out again. Usually, I cant stand to fuck in a messy place. Nuggets place was beyond messy. He was renting a two-story house and I swear, there were cloths tossed every where. The kitchen had dirty dishes on every surface…but I was horny.

He kept apologizing for the mess as we walked upstairs to his bedroom, which was in much the same condition as the rest of the house. His bed was two mattresses stacked upon each other, although the sheet did look clean.

At this point, I simply took over.

“Get naked boy”.

He hesitated for a moment… I looked him in the eyes, and repeated slowly,

“I…said…get…naked”

With that, he pulled off his clothes down to his underwear, which I yanked off him and then sort of tackled him onto the bed. Having just come form the gym, he was clean and he felt good under me. He also had a very nice 7” dick that was already rock hard.

I straddled his chest, and pressed my swollen cock against his closed lips.

“You said you always wanted to suck a black cock…well here it is”

He tentatively opened his mouth. As soon as it was open wide enough I shoved my entire cock into his mouth and held it there. All things considered, he did a very good job of sucking my cock after he got over the shock of my aggressiveness. He had me rock hard in no time, and when I looked back at this cock, it was leaking pre-cum like a fountain.

“that’s very good Nugget, now just relax ok… I am not going to hurt you”

He did not say anything, but I could see the look of fear in his eyes as he realized that he was in over his head. At this point, I slowed things down… I actually wanted him to enjoy the experience even though I was clearly there for my pleasure first and foremost.

I slid down, and engulfed his cock in my mouth. His pre-cum actually had sort of a sweet taste to it. I took my time and tried to give him a blow job like none other he has experienced.

I could only blow him for about a minute before he was on the very edge of shooting his load.

I then pushed his legs up exposing his freshly cleaned hole. I don’t think anyone had ever eaten his hole before because he tried stop me until I got the tip of my tong in there and wiggled it around a bit. At that point he stopped fighting me and simply went crazy clenching and opening his whole all the while kicking his legs all over the place. It was all I could do to hold him still enough to keep my tong in him.

“Oh…Wow…Oh Oh Oh…Wow”

He was clearly enjoying it, but probably not as much as me. I love eating a clean white hole that I am about rip open with my fat cock.

I figured that I could talk to him about what was to come next, and with much care and time get him to go along with it, but the idea of taking his hole by surprise turned me on much more. Consequently, I turned up my tong acrobatics on his hole and put as much spit in there as I could. I also pushed his knees to his chest fully exposing his hole, and positioning it at a level that would align perfectly with my cock.

In one motion, I rose from eating his ass, and stabbed my rock hard cock at his hole.

“OOOOOUUUWW…..OOOUUUWW…. Hurts … It Hurts”!

I had hit the mark and got about half of my cock into him before he clamped down like a vice. It felt good inside him.

“Try to relax… It will stop hurting in a minute..”

“No.. please stop… it hurts too much”

“I have stopped… I wont move until it stops hurting… I will start to feel better soon….I promise”

He continued to complain and tried to wiggle away, but I was able to hold on to him and move with him so that I stayed in him. He continued to struggle and even started throwing punches at me, mostly hitting my chest and arm. I simply pushed in him a bit more and that put an end to the punching.

I stayed in him for little more than a minute before I could see evidence that the pain was subsiding.

“It is feeling better now isn’t it?”

An exaggerated “NO!” was his answer, but I knew that was just him being pissed.

“You feel really good… You have a great ass… Hot as fuck man!”

“Really?”

“Fuck Yeah Man… you are great!”

“You should have a condom on… Are you Safe?”

“Yes… I get tested every six months… I know for a fact that I am negative… You are safe with me”

“It still hurts a little”

“Ok… I can fix that… do you have some lube?”

Another exaggerated “NO!”

“What do you use to jack off with?” After a brief pause

“Lotion” he said and looked over to his left.

On the night-stand was some Jergins lotion. I reached for and squirted a healthy amount in the palm of my hand. I then told him to relax so that I could pull out of him. I pulled out and immediately replaced my cock with two fingers and lubed his hot hole with lotion.

“Now listen to me very carefully… I want you to pretend that you are taking a shit… like you are pushing out a terd”

“What…why?”

“Just do it!”

As he opened his hole, I pushed my cock all the way into him to the hilt. It took his breath a way for a moment, but he took it much better this time.

I hoisted his legs all the way up on my shoulders and began a slow pump in and out of him. I changed the angle of my thrust a bit and was able to hit his prostate on the down stroke.

“I think I have to pee”, he said after about a minute of me fucking him fully.

“I know you think you do, but you don’t… what you need to do is to start stroking your cock”

He did as I instructed and I picked up the pace.

It was obvious to me that I was his first fuck. It was also clear to me that I would breed him even though I knew this would completely freak him out.

I only fucked him for about three minutes before I was ready to cum.

“I am going to cum in you boy”

“NO!... Don’t! Please”

I think I shot the first wad on the word “Please”, and continued to pulse five more wads into him before I was done.

“I just filled you with my cum… I promise, you will be ok”

With that I slowly pulled out of him.

He did not say a word, he just turned his head to the side and had a far away look on his face. He was also still hard so I crawled to his side, and made him turn his head and look at me. I was on my knees and my still wet cock was inches from his face. Without saying a word he stared began stroking his cock again.

“That’s right… this is the cock that took your virgin hole… this fat cock was buried deep in your ass and spit cum inside you.

Now he was stroking hard and I could tell he was right on the verge of cuming. So I leaned down near his ear and whispered,

“This nigger cock bred you… your ass is full of nigger cum”

With that, he shot a huge load all over the both of us.

When he stopped twitching, I got off the bed and began to put my clothes on. He simply stared at me and I stared back at him. When I was ready to go, I leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips and left.

For the rest of the day and that night, I felt bad because the only reason why I fuck Nugget was because he is “Slow”. Does anyone else get really turned on by bad things? Is this normal?