It Was Bound To Happen

Well, it was bound to happen at some point. A guy I hookup with and then wrote about here has found this blog...figured out who I am...and figured out which post was about our hookup. When I started this blog I promised to keep it real...only real stuff with real people, well here is some proff of that. I recieved this email last night 3/21/11. As you will read, I am only posting this email because he gave me permission to do so.

Sir..I am “Jersey Boy”. Thank you for the kind words. He is correct, the "Jersey Boy" post is about him, and that pic is him.

I apologize about how late this email is, but I was at work about 15-20 mins later than normal. Then when I got home, honestly, had to crack a beer and read some of your blog.What I would like...Without shame I can say my suggestion is you...

We discussed it briefly during texts, (After our hookup we stayed in contact for a few weeks) but my suggestion of what I want is you...all of you. The good, the bad, the dark side, not to be tamed, but to feel you enjoying yourself. Timid, tame and a bit of trepidation at saying that to you, yes, I can fully be straight with you and say I am. But, there is something about me, that only feels good when I know that the man enjoying me, using me, breeding me is allowing himself to be completely satiated. I have never allowed a white man to breed me and have had even less and less sex with white men as the years have passed. It's not that I don't find any attraction there, but I always go back to what I sense from Black Men is a natural Superior form and comfortable with it masculinity for which they don't feel the need to apologize. It fulfills the submissive parts of me, that are more than a dark fantasy of mine. More and more I have sought out what I know you are truly. It doesn't scare me, but does cause me to pause. Not out of shame, but out of wondering if I can find someone who will utilize this part of me regularly and help me further along........as opposed to a one off, who I refuse to completely let go to.

I was mostly there with you simply out of yes, your strong masculine personality and to your credit, an incredibly muscular chest and arms that simply made me feel at ease letting your strength control and use me.

I am sure there is more I can say to you, and I will. It will have to be tomorrow morning.But, please know. I never wanted a one off after meeting you. Tripping over your blog, and realizing who you are made my day.

Drinks, a long drawn out night...that would be a nice start for what I want. You can post this email to you...just not the following information, as it's for you and you alone

I admit that there is something inside of me that would totally get off on taking Jersey Boy hostage for a weekend, chaining him to the bed blindfolded and using his body all weekend long...releasing all body fluids into and onto him.

Not My Type

Sorry I have been behind on writing up my own experiences but here is one and I continue to work on others as I get the time. If you like this blog and want to help me keep it going, then please write to me about either the first time you were fucked, or your first bareback (top or bottom) and I will guest post here to fill in the gaps between my own experiences. Blk4whtass@live.com


He is not my type at all. He is 6’1”, 32” waist, and blond hair turning pre-maturely gray at 36 years old. We had a nice, direct and to the point chat where he actually made the first critical move by saying

NMT: “I am usually the top, but something about you make me want bottom for you”

It is not like I have not heard that one before…and 9 times out of 10, I simply let them down gently and continue my hunt for “The Cable Guy” type man who is willing…or not so willing… to take my fat black cock hard and bare up his butt until it spits my cum deep in his guts. I guess NMT was number 10. There was just something about him…about the chat… about how he is an older twink that usually fucks younger twinks…something made me say “Yes” this time and set a fuck-date for Saturday afternoon..

Now don’t get me wrong…NMT is plenty cute…stable…professional gay man who obviously knows his way around Macy’s judging from his rather expensively stylish, yet age appropriate name brand jeans, boots, and polo pull-over sweater and complementary colored dress shirt underneath. His hair was professionally styled, but not over-done…if anything… it trended toward the conservative side.

I honestly did not know what to expect…did not know if my cock would respond fully knowing that his guy is not the type that usually gets me hard.

Trepidations notwithstanding, I instantly started to feel that it would all work out when he knocked on my door at the precise agreed upon time. Gotta love a man with a watch and who plans accordingly!

I opened the door and he came right in…no hesitation…confident, at that point anyway.

We made about 20 seconds worth of small talk, and then I moved in and kissed him. BINGO! What a great fuckin kisser! My dick became rock hard instantly, and mister “I usually top” actually melted into my arms. Not only was he a great kisser, but he was hungry for it…kissing me harder and harder…totally into it which just made my dick harder and harder.

While making out like there is no tomorrow is when shades of the dark-side began to come out. If you have been following this blog then you know that I am trying to suppress the dark-side…keep in manageable…under control. I can’t really say what the trigger was here…the difference in our size…the way he abandon his “Top” side and went totally submissive when I kissed him…the simple fact that I had not had any ass in two weeks…or all of these things together. All I knew at that point was that there would be no suppressing the dark side that day. I was already lost in it.

Taking my tongue out of his mouth, I grabbed him by his full crotch with my right hand and pull him along to the bedroom.

Standing by the bed, I told him to “Get Naked” while I retrieved the lube and some cum towels from the dresser. He was about half naked when I returned to his side. I opened my pants, fished out my fat daddy cock and began stroking it while I watched him strip the rest of the way. His undressing slowed noticeably once he saw my cock, but he continued. Later on as he laid next to me with his butt full of cum, he told me that he slowed down undressing because he was actually trying to think of a way to back out.

Once NMT was naked, he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs together looking like a nervous ten year old boy about to get a whipping from his old man.

I just let him sit there and stew a bit while I got naked, and then I made him lay on the bed with his head hanging over the edge. Once into position, I gently rubbed the fat head of my cock over his lips.

Me: “Open”

He did so tentatively and I put about half my cock in his mouth. He began sucking me slowly at first. After about a minute he was feeling more comfortable and started to suck with abandon…that is when I jammed my cock into the back of his throat, and held it there. His head was pinned between my body and the mattress, but the rest of his body literally came up off the bed, and flapped all around trying to get my cock out of his throat so that he could breath again. I let him struggle for only a few seconds before pulling all the way out of his mouth…a thick strand of throat phlem stretched between my cock and his lips.

Me: “Stay down… you are ok!”

NMT was still on his back, but he had spun around so that his feet were at the edge of the bed where his head hung just a moment ago, and he was fast trying to scoot away from me to the other side of the bed and freedom. As he scrambled, I caught his left ankle in my right hand, and a second later captured his other ankle in my left hand. With one strong pull, I had his bare ass at the edge of the bed, almost perfectly aligned with my phlem covered cock head.

NMT was looking at me with panic in his eyes.

Me: “Breath….settle down…this is what you came here for”

NMT continued to stare at me, but as my words sunk in, his body became a little less tense.

NMT: “I need the poppers Sir”

Me: “That is fine…go ahead”

NMT bent forward and retrieved the poppers that he brought with him and set on the night stand next to the bed. I let him take about four big pulls on that popper bottle while I lubed his hole and then my cock. Once he had the cap back on the popper bottle, I drew his legs up and pushed them to his chest, giving me full access to his hole. I placed the head of my cock at his hole and then pressed into him with a strong steady push until the head of my cock was past his ring. It was my intention to hold there for about a minute until his hole completely dilated, but I swear, NMT was making this sound…it was a cross between a guttural grunt and I higher pitched whimper…that coupled with the closed eyes and the look of struggle on his face was too much…I had to fuck the shit out of him.

The first five strokes were rough and painful for us both. Lets just say that I knew he was telling the truth when he said that he usually Tops. While he was no virgin, his ass was damn close to it…the boy was mega tight for those first five strokes. Thankfully, beyond that, he his hole gave in to the battering of my cock and opened to the point where it was enjoyable for me. I don’t think NMT started enjoying it until around stroke twenty and after his second big hit of poppers.

I cant really tell you how long I fucked him because I slipped completely into the dark side where I just got lost in the sight, sound, smell and feel of the moment…of the fuck. It honestly is like I go into this zone…I could hear NMT, and I can see NMT but the only things that registered were sounds and sights that spur me on to more and more aggressiveness…the sounds and sights of struggle…of being taken…hard.

After a while there was a rhythm…NMT’s legs were pinned to his chest by my entire upper body which was resting completely on top of him and my head was next to his…his mouth was against my left ear…with every down stroke NMT grunted…as I recoiled for another thrust he made that higher pitched whiny sound…his hole was completely open to me…he felt great on my cock…his arms were wrapped around me and his finger nails dug into my muscular back as my cock continued to assault his hole. Usually I move the bottom around to all sorts of different positions…but not NMT…not this time…I was single focused…drilling his hole. I had applied lube only once at the beginning, but after awhile, he was so wet with ass mucus that his ass cheeks and my balls were sloppy wet as well.

Even later in this continuous ass drilling, the grunting and whining stopped and NMT was all but totally limp. The only sound left was the sticky slap of my balls on his ass. Then NMT, turned his mouth directly to my ear and whispered

NMT: “Please Sir…Make me YOURS! Please Sir”

In all truth, I was very near ready to cum anyway…but when he said that in my hear…in a masculine, yet submissive tone…FUCK MAN…that put me right over the top and I loaded him up with a weeks worth of cum.

As soon as I pulled out of him, I went down on him and he tried to stop me saying

NMT: “No…Sir…I usually cant cum when I bottom… I don’t think I can”

Turning my body so that my wet and dripping cock was near his face, I said

Me: “ I want you to look at my cock and think about what this fat cock has just done to your hole”

Then I began to suck him once again. Within 30 seconds he was hard in my mouth. Then I took hold of his right index finger and brought it to his own gaping hole that was now leaking my thick cum. As his fingers became covered in cum, he shot a massive load in my mouth.

After swallowing his load, I laid back on the bed. NMT instantly put his head on my chest and cuddled up next to me as if he was entitled or something…after the ass drilling I gave him… I guess he was. We actually laid there and talked for about forty-five minutes. Then he was going to get up and go, but he started kissing me again…he got a second load…I just love cummy hole!

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First Fuck Guest Post....John

Another reader tells his true story about being fucked for the first time. Please send me your First Fuck Story or First Bareback Fuck Story. I am also writing and editing a couple more of my recent encounters so stay tuned.

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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

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

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

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.

3B

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.