First MMF Bareback Fuck (Fixed Version)

Okay, after MUCH encouragement over several email conversations a previous First Fuck Guest Poster has written up what I thought was an extremely hot experience he and his wife had when he first told me about it via our email conversations. Settle in, it is a long one but is also hot hell! Enjoy and please comment so that he know what you think of what happened...as you will read, it was a rather emotionally disturbing event for him and his wife. Also, write to me about a first time sexual experience you had

Dear BBB Bull,

I finally got around to finishing the story for u to post if you still want it for your blog. It was too hot not to share.

I hope it isnt too long-it was hard to edit any more

I guess you could call it: FIRST MMF Bisexual Bareback Encounter for a Married Couple.

It may very well be our last MMF encounter but at least we have talked it through

Please dont mention what state we are from.

keep in touch, story pasted below..

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A good portion of the night is still just a blackout to me because I was so drunk. I will describe as accurately as possible what I remember about how we let a stranger we had just met take my wife and I home and have his way with both of us.

It's not that my wife and I are swingers or anything even close, but we have on just a handful of occasions played with another couple. We had never done anything with strangers before this. Although there was never any mm interaction, watching my friend screw my wife was such a turn on for me that I am always trying to get her to consider going to a swinger’s party. She has always refused. The furthest I ever got along those lines was to encourage a bit of flirtation between my wife and the occasional stranger in a bar. That is until last week. I guess we finally met a guy that knew what he wanted and how to get it with a little assertion.

My wife and I were out bar hopping in town, on the rare occasion that we had a night alone away from the kids. We were getting pretty drunk and she was actually chatting with a few guys in a couple of different bars. She didn’t even seem to invite it but the guys kept hitting on her. She seems to always attract divorced guys in their 30’s and 40’s that want to talk to her, even when she is with me. It always makes me horny watching and fantasizing.

We finished the night up to last call at a Martini bar. The strong martinis had really put us both over the top. After the bar closed we walked over for something to eat at the late night diner. I hoped to sober up before we had to drive home or call a cab. It was crowded and we had to wait in line for a seat and then separate to sit at the available counter seats a few stools apart. The guy who had been talking to us in line ended up sitting between us. I don’t recall if he was also at the bar we had come from. He was talking to my wife the whole time we were eating our late night breakfast. I couldn't hear most of their conversation but it looked like he was hitting on her big time.

After we were finished eating, my wife went to the restroom, and I stayed sitting at the counter waiting for her. The guy who had been chatting her up started talking to me and picked up our tab. I don't know how he asked but I must have given him a signal that I was OK with him trying to take things further. The next thing I know he is on his cell phone checking on motel vacancies right there at the counter. He was really planning this thing, completely convinced she would do it. He didn't care how discrete he was on the phone and there must have been several people in the restaurant listening to his phone call. I was too drunk to be embarrassed and could barely manage a conversation. When she came out of the restroom we moved outside to the sidewalk.

He took the lead and asked if we wanted to go do something-I forget what he said. I looked at my wife and she just kind of shrugged. I took her silence as agreement so before she could speak I answered "Sure-what do you have in mind?" He said his condo is close by but is a mess from moving but he would take us to such and such motel. That was too quick and a little too intense sounding for my wife and she started to protest, "No, no we can't do that, no.”

He tried to convince her too and eventually said “OK then another time... You have my number.” Some thoughts raced through my head about how he must have slipped her his number without me even seeing and more importantly that she took it. I figured she would never follow up as usual and that this sort of thing needs to be a spur of the moment thing. I pressed, “Hold on, maybe we could just go to his place for a little bit, check out his condo and have another coffee before we try to drive home". With a little more persuasion from him she finally agreed and we started walking to his condominium.

I really didn’t know what to expect or how far this would go but I was excited that maybe she would fuck me in front of him or perhaps blow him or maybe more. I had intended to stop at my car on the way by to get some condoms from my glove box for him to use with her, just in case things progressed well. But that just totally slipped my mind on the walk. The two of them talked mostly on the ten minutes walk. I don’t remember of it but I caught that he was mid 40’s, recently divorced, had kids, and was some kind of big shot executive that traveled a lot.

We got to his condo unit and inside it was a complete disaster area of boxes, and moving trash in every square foot. I understood why he wanted the motel. We skipped over a bunch of moving boxes and got to the kitchen where he got us some waters. I found a stool at the kitchen bar. I don’t know if I was incoherent or what but the next thing I know he is leading my wife by the hand to his bedroom and he closes the door behind them.

I sat there alone on the stool in the kitchen. If he convinced her to go to the bedroom I didn’t want to do anything right away that might make her to lose her nerve. I waited to follow them for a few minutes and when I went to the bedroom door I found it locked. I heard them talking and things sounded fine so I turned back giving them some time alone to see what developed. A while went by and they never came out to get me. I was getting nervous so I went back to the bedroom; found the door knob still locked so I put my ear to it to listen. I couldn’t believe it! I could hear my wife moaning! I recognized that sound she makes when she is getting good oral sex.

My heart was racing and I didn't want to do anything to disturb them behind the locked door since it sounded like my wife had gotten right into things. I went back and sat down in the living room. I waited some more, watching the late night movie on the TV My head was spinning. The time before when we had fooled around it was with friend we knew and I was always present right with her. This was the first time she had ever fooled around without me watching. I wasn’t even being allowed in the room while a stranger was eating out my wife!

I felt so groggy that I could no longer even think coherently. Although we had stopped drinking well over an hour earlier it seemed I was getting even more wasted. I remember gulping down three glasses of water in a row because I was so so thirsty. I probably should have been nervous about leaving this stranger alone in a bedroom with my wife and I don’t know why I didn’t bang on the door right then to join them. I was just too out of it. I stumbled around, found his bathroom etc. I remembered I had a Viagra pill in my pocket and I decided to take it because I thought I might need some help being oh so drunk.

When I did go up to the locked door again to check on things again, as I got close I heard her screaming loudly "ohh yes yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I couldn't believe it. She was fucking him in there without me! I had never heard her being so vocal before. I tried the door again vigorously this time-again still locked. I didn’t want to knock as it sounded like she was really into it. I sat down on the floor outside the door where I could listen to her moans as she fucked him. The whole experience didn’t seem real, I couldn’t clear my head. I could hear my wife fucking behind a closed door and I can’t explain why I was just perfectly happy to just sit there and listen to them.

I must have gone back to the living room to sit down. This is where I have memory blackout. I lost track of time because I remember seeing the late night movie ending, and I knew it was just beginning when they first went in to the bedroom. Did two hours go by with them in there? I also felt my cock growing hard now as I thought about my wife fucking that guy. The Viagra must have worked because my hard dick was now telling me that I needed to get in there and help fuck her.

As I started to knock, the bedroom door opens, and there is the guy standing completely naked with a grin on his face. I really hadn’t remembered much of what he looked like so I quickly looked him over and saw he was a little shorter than me but much stockier, a bit of a beer belly and a half hard stubby penis, not a big cock at all, which surprised me. As I entered I saw my wife inside, naked on the bed, sheets and blankets off, her hair all messed up, looking like she had been completely ravaged by the whole Trojan army. I was amazed that that guy had put her in this state.

I immediately tore off all my clothes and just dove up on the bed. I crawled up to my wife, kissed her deeply and then immediately kissed my way down her body to her pussy. Her labia were puffed out and a bit swollen from fucking. I went down on her with my mouth and instantly got the taste of his semen inside her!

They had fucked alright and it was obvious that he hadn't used a condom! He had already cum deep inside her and I ate her out a good long while, licking the combination of her pussy juices and his cum.

I wanted to fuck her next and slid my rock hard cock into her. Her pussy was ohh so wet and sloppy but still sooo nice and tight to me. I was in heaven as I started to pound her but she said she was sore so I slowed down and tried to fuck her gently.

After a while he came back with a drink and closed the door again while he stood watching us fuck. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed and started kissing her while I fucked her. After a few minutes I asked if he wanted a turn again and rolled off of her. I wanted to see him fuck her. He started in sucking on her erect nipples. I slid down so my face was about near their crotch level because I wanted to see his cock slide into her. I instinctively reached out for his crotch and I started playing with his balls a little when he went down to lick her pussy. I could feel he was getting harder in my hands. I got a little braver and I just licked the base of his cock a little bit. I wanted to make him good and hard for her so when he didn’t pull away I continued rotating my open mouth about the base of his shaft.

She could not initially see what I was doing but I heard him tell her, "He is licking my balls." She just sort of laughed. I knew she wouldn’t be turned on by it but I think he wanted to see her reaction to it. She didn’t say much. About then he was fully hard so he slid up to enter her. I watched him penetrate her pussy lips, slowly fucking in and out of her now while kissing her. I loved it. I scooted up beside her on my back so I could kiss her and watch him fuck her.

After a while it was my turn again so I had her mount my cock cowgirl style. I said “you have to see her in this position, her breasts are fantastic”. He watched as she sat up on my cock but I later learned he had already fucked her in every position possible. As she fucked me we both played with her beautiful natural breasts as she rode me. I could tell she was getting tired in the cowgirl position so I laid her back down on her back and I rolled onto her to fuck her missionary again.

As I was fucking her I felt him behind me between my legs. I was surprised when I felt the tip of his cock pressing on my asshole. I was going to stop it because I knew he was bareback. Then I thought about how he had already fucked my wife bare and most likely cum inside her pussy and it didn’t seem all that risky anymore. I didn’t know if I should really allow this to go any further with my wife watching, but I was just in a trance and stopped thrusting in her and spread my legs wider to give him better access.

At that point I think she realized he was on top of me and she said calmly,”What is going on there?”

He paused while answering defensively, “We’re just experimenting a bit.”

She just laughed and said “I don’t care; you guys can do whatever you want.”

He took that as a signal to continue and I felt him try to press into me. It really turned me on knowing her pussy juices were supplying the lubrication. I reached back with my hands and spread my ass cheeks for just a second, exposing my rosebud fully to him. Maybe that was sending a message to him that I was surrendering it now, if he really wanted it, my ass was his.

I felt him try to push his cock into me once more with no luck. I could tell he wasn’t quite hard enough to penetrate me in that position. I never gave him a good angle where he could access me because I was still inside my wife’s vagina. I think I was teasing him, never really intending to let him probe more than the tip inside me. I was too busy screwing my wife at the same time so I didn’t really give it any more thought to what he was trying to do. He stopped and slid up on the pillow near her to watch us fuck some more.

I was really savoring the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. I could have cum right then but I held off because I wanted to play a lot longer. I still wanted to watch him fuck her some more, because I had missed their main fuck session. After a few more minutes I slid out of her and onto the side so that he could have another turn in her. He came up and straddled her between her legs and paused there with his cock teasing her outer labia. He kissed and caressed her breasts, and seeing her response I just knew I wanted to see him fuck her really hard. I wanted to see and hear him nut right inside her again with me watching!

It saw he was only half hard, probably from waiting for his turn to fuck her or still worn out from blowing his wad earlier in her. I just knew what I had to do. I needed to get his cock hard and ready for her again. As he was busy sucking her nipples, I got behind him and pulled his cock downward and slightly backward right into my open mouth. I deep throated him all the way to the base. He really wasn't too large so I easily did it. I held back the gag reflex and actually swallowed the head of his cock down my throat. I could feel his cock growing right in my mouth. I kept his cock deep in my mouth the whole time as he worked his way down from sucking her breasts to kissing her belly until he was licking her clit. I don’t know how much she was aware of what I was doing with his cock. She must have know I was sucking it but I don’t think she knew the extent I was deepthroating him. I ended up in a position with my face just inches from her pussy with his cock in my mouth rock hard and ready.

I figured he would pull out of my mouth and drive it into her pussy. He didn’t. I suddenly became aware just how hard I had become myself while sucking on his cock. He kept his cock right down my throat so I figured he wanted to blow his load in in my mouth instead. I didn’t pull off and just prepared for it. I felt his balls pull up and his cock swell and I knew his orgasm was imminent. I braced myself, anticipating his semen explosion in my mouth. ,

He didn't climax and instead withdrew his cock from my mouth. His hard cock was all wet and slippery from my throat saliva. He pointed it right at my wife’s pussy but just teased her labia lips with it instead of sliding it deeply into her. I moved to try to come around for a better view so I could watch her face because I knew once he entered her it wasn’t going to take him long to blast his load inside her.

Since I was coming out from between his legs I didn’t hear what he said to her. I know he said something as he paused, with his steely cock motionless with barely the tip inside her. I heard her respond,””I think he wants that.” I figured he had said something about what a great cock sucker I was for getting him so hard for her. I didn’t think much of it. I found out later that morning from my wife that what he actually said to her was, “I am going to pop your husband’s cherry tonight.”

I was surprised when he pulled his stiff cock away from her pussy and slid right off the bed. Not knowing his intentions, I had no idea why he would not finish fucking her right then. As he stood over us, he took charge in a dominant tone saying, “I am going to reposition you now.” That sounded a bit interesting so I agreed and listened for his instructions.

Standing on the left side of the bed with his rock hard cock pointing straight upward, he told me to come over right to that edge of the bed. I scooted over a bit, laying parallel to the edge not understanding what he meant. He clarified, “Like this!” and he spun me so I was perpendicular to the edge of the bed. He continued “Over here, closer” in a commanding tone and then grabbed my ankles and yanked me, so that my legs now dangled over the side of the bed. Next he told my wife to sit on top of my face with her knees straddling either side of me, so I could eat her out. We just did what he said as he positioned us like we were Barbie and Ken play dolls. I knew he had resonated with that submissive tendency in both of us, and that was totally turning me on.

As my legs straddled either side of his body he stood holding my legs outward, his hands were under the back of my knees and my face was in front of my wife’s pussy. He told me to start licking her clit as she straddled my chest with her back toward him. Then suddenly he yanked again one more time on my legs, pulling me in even closer to him so my thighs now rested up on his hips and my face was deeply buried in my wife’s pussy.

She sat on my chest facing me, her body pinning my shoulders and arms. He was now holding my legs by the thighs, basically strapped my legs firmly onto his hips. I was held there so tightly my tongue was about the only muscle in my body that I could move as I burrowed my face into her pussy. I still had no real concept of why he had positioned me like that. I thought at that moment that he was going to kneel up on the bed to fuck her doggy style, maybe ass fuck her while I licked her clit.

I heard the distinct sound of a lube bottle cover snapping closed. Then a split second later he lifted my legs up and I instantly understood why I had been positioned that way that with my ass hanging over the side of the bed. He placed my knees over his shoulders and tilted me upward slightly so my ass was exposed giving it perfect access for his cock. Now I knew he was going to fuck me and there was no way to stop it. I was too drunk to protest and I couldn’t even move. Then not even giving me a second to ponder my situation I felt his lubricated bare cock slide right into me. He pushed right in with one slow continuous motion. I felt his rock hard shaft slide right in deep until his balls bottom out on my butt cheeks. Then he held me motionless as I adjusted to his cock buried in me. My wife was still grinding her pussy onto my face the whole time. I must have been extremely relaxed in my inebriated state because I don’t recall it hurting even a little bit as his cock entered me.

He held my legs over his shoulders as he began fucking me in long steady strokes, all the way in and all the way out, gaining good leverage on me from his standing position at the edge of the bed. I remember it feeling really good as I lay back and took all the cock he was giving me. I continued to eat out my wife’s pussy on my face and she leaned forward now a bit allowing him full motion to fuck me. She looked down at me but could only see my eyes as the rest of my face stayed buried in her snatch. As he began to thrust even harder she looked a bit concerned about the ass assault I was receiving. Then she saw in my eyes I was more than ok, I was smiling and loving it. The whole time I was licking her clit harder and faster at the same tempo that he was fucking me. He pounded my ass and I licked her clit until finally she started moaning and cumming on my face.

When her orgasm subsided she rolled off and said “I’m spent.” He continued now, just slowly grinding his cock deep inside me as she sat back and watched us. He fucked me deeply and very slowly with his cock all the way in me, without thrusting his shaft in or out. I don’t really remember much more of that or how long he fucked me altogether. I do remember feeling a bit uncomfortable without her on me, I felt too exposed with her watching me getting fucked by a man so I reached back for her. I was a little surprised when he stopped fucking me and just pulled out, letting me go to slide up onto her.

I laid over her and slid my bulging hard cock right into her again. I was positively rock hard and needing to cum. I slid my cock back in her preparing to blow my load inside her pussy. Before I unloaded, I wanted to make sure she was satisfied so I asked her if she had cum enough and she said, “Yes, yes a bunch of times. I’m too sore to cum again”.

I asked him if he had already cum and he said,” Ya twice…once in your wife and once over on the side of the bed there."

I thought, ‘what does he mean by that? Over on the side of the bed? Then it dawned on me and I reached back and felt my asshole. It was leaking cum!!!! He had cum inside of me and I hadn't even known!

I knew it was too late to worry now. I tried to keep my cool and concentrate on my wife. The thought of his DNA planted deep inside me did distract me from my orgasm for a moment anyway. Then I decided to just accept the fact we had both been bred by him. It was done already, first her and then me and I knew there was no sense in worrying about it now. I concentrated on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her cunt felt fantastic on my cock as I could also feel his cum dripping out of me. The whole time I fucked her I was acutely aware of the feeling of his cum leaking from my ass, his semen sliding down my butt cheeks, dripping down around my thighs where it mixed with my wife’s pussy juices. I felt my cock slide in and out of her warm, wet pussy while simultaneously feeling the sensation of my gaping open, freshly fucked manhole, slightly sore from the use, squeezing out his semen. I could feel a glob of his cum actually running down my inner thigh as I fucker her deeply. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so sexually intense, both physically and emotionally.

I was having trouble finally cumming now. She had said she was really getting sore so I did the best I could to go gently. I was real close and fucked her maybe another 2 minutes and but I just couldn’t orgasm. My wife noticed the clock on the bureau, saying, “Oh God, It’s already 6:15AM – oh we have to go.” Realizing that she was too exhausted to continue, and now troubled by the lateness of the hour I just I stopped without climaxing myself. (I would jackoff later that morning after I got home.)

It was already light outside. We had to get home before our own teenagers heard us come home at that hour. We quickly hunted around the room for all of our clothing, we got dressed and he walked us down in the elevator and said good bye.

Part 2-The Next Morning
On the ride home from his place I felt that I had lived out a sexual fantasy. This crazy night had gone way beyond anything I had thought was imaginable. I was hoping my wife had enjoyed it enough to maybe get more into ‘The lifestyle’. Admittedly, I was starting to feel a little bit creepy about how far this had gone. Any mind fucking sexual experience like that would have to be accompanied by some dark side emotions. And here it came...

My wife burst out, "Why do you put me in that position- whoring me out." She started crying. “You put our marriage and everything at risk.” She was really starting to crash and her thoughts about the evening were really freaking her out. “I can't do this shit… not with a stranger,” she cried. It was the start of a long ride home and a dreaded conversation. She wasn’t handling this dark side well at all.

I had enjoyed the wildly erotic experience and I had thought she did too. But now she was crying and blaming me. She pointed out how dangerous it was having had sex with a stranger. "Putting us both and our marriage in jeopardy like that." she repeated again through the tears. I knew what she meant; it was the stranger factor and the unnatural act of it all, most of all I knew it was the guilt she felt of having done something terribly bad that was tearing her up.

I wanted to defend myself but held back. I wanted to remind her that she was the one who went for it first in his bedroom without me. I wanted to remind her how I watched and listened to him fuck her for hours with no hint that she didn't like it as she moaned in delight. I didn't tie her up, and she was a willing participant even when I wasn't in the room for an hour or two. As I thought about that, I realized that sooo much could have gone terribly wrong with that scene with me locked from the room. I was glad it didnt. She had taken a huge and dangerous step by having sex without me in the room, but I think she wanted to send me a message to be careful what I wish for... I held my tongue from saying much, except to keep apologizing. I would let her blame everything on me if it made her feel better about what we had done.

I tried to understand her position and internalize her feelings. Now with her crying, I was starting to feel guilty, sick to my stomach, hung over, sore and just plain creepy. I began to blame myself for letting someone go way beyond any reasonable boundary with both of us. How could I have let a perfect stranger take my wife and fuck her bareback-hell he had fucked us both bareback. I felt a gnawing in my gut. What had I done? The crash was both emotional and physical, like I was coming down off a drug. Had I screwed up? I even wondered if she had lost respect for me because I sucked and got fucked by another man in front of her.

I tried to keep talking about it rationally so we might come to terms with things. “I don't think it was his first time” she said, “He was almost too smooth, He probably picks up couples on his business trips." She added, "I think he knew what he was doing, even what he was doing to you”, referring to the anal fucking he had given me. We both fell silent. We were exhausted, used up, we had submitted to whatever he wanted to do to us. Now he was sending us home, very well fucked and sore, and emotionally wracked by the experience.

I did feel used, like he had taken advantage of our drunken state. “I don’t know if he drugged us but he certainly took advantage of our drunken state”, I admitted. “…and I and can barely remember parts of the night.” I explained the bedroom door was locked the first hour or so and I couldn’t even come in. She said she didn’t realize that. I tried to have her fill in the rest of missing details from the night. .”What else happened when you were with him alone?” I asked, probing for details.

“I don’t kn painting a visual image of the parts I had missed…her fucking in every position, him trying to fuck her anally, trying bondage …fuck that is all so hot. The guilt I felt was fading and I was overcome by raw sexual instinct to be turned on by the dark side. I could not control it. I felt my cock growing harder as she spoke replaying the scene over and over in my mind. As bad as I felt for my wife’s emotional turmoil, my full-on erection revealed my mixed emotions. I had deep down enjoyed submitting to this complete stranger and I really did not regret it. I could not deny the turn-on I got from all this kink- the wife sharing, the cuckolding, m2m sex, the submission. I realized I loved my wife and if this was too much for her to handle I would have to suppress some of these sexual desires all brought to light by this dark encounter. I promised her I would never let it happen again.

Her final comment was, "I shouldn't have taken such a chance, letting him fuck me. I hope he was clean. I don't think he came in me. Do you?" She asked.

It pained me but I had to answer her truthfully, "Umm yes honey… I think I did see and feel that he had cum inside you…I think he came inside both of us actually.”

“Eewwww“ is all she said, adding after a half a minute, “I just hope he didn’t have a disease.”

I couldn’t agree with her more on that point. At that precise second I could actually feel more of his stealth load of semen leaking out of my well fucked ass. I still had the faint taste in my mouth reminding me of the other stealth load he had left inside my wife's pussy. My cock was fully hard and I was totally turned on knowing we were going home with his seed planted deep inside us both.

Average

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!