First Fuck Guest Post - Charlie

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

Sir:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clutter Fuck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It took him about two minutes to send this response

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

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

Clutter: “Yes Sir”

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

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

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

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

Clutter: “Please Sir”

I stopped…agitated

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

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

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

Clutter: “Please…Sir…Please…don’t go”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

Thank You Brother...Continued (part 2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deacon: “No…No… I can’t… No”

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

As calmly as I could, I said

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deacon: “Thank You Brother”

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

To Be Continued….

Thank You Brother

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: “No…thank you…you are a hot man!”

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

To Be Continued…

"It Hurts"...The Folow-up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: “Kid…this is Lt Col Bob …..”

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

Kid: “Lt. Col.”

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

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

Me: “Outside...Now”

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

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

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

Me; “Yes, I think so…”

Kid: “What then?”

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

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

Me: “Yeah… Rodger that”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It Hurts!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: “When are you done here”

Kid: “11:00”

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

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

Kid: “Yes ….Sir”

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

Me: “Good decision”

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

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

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

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

He wanted another drink, but I said

Me: “No, it is time to go”

Kid: “Go where?”

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

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

I again said nothing… just kept looking at him

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

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

After a brief pause

Kid: “No… you won’t rape me”

Me: “That’s correct … because?”

Another brief pause

Kid: “Because … you don’t have to?”

Me: “That’s right…because?”

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

Me: “Yes”

Kid: “Are you going to hurt me?

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

Kid: “Will you use protection?”

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

Silence…

Me: “No, I won’t be using protection”

Kid: “I never fuck bareback”

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

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

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

Another brief pause

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As soon as I broke through his resistance he said

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

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

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

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

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

Me: “Rub my nipples Boy”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bubbles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bubbles: “MAKE OUT ONLY…WITH CLOTHS ON”

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

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

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

Me: ”what-the-fuck-ever dude!”.

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

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

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

Me: “Yes, I am”

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

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

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

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

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

Bubbles: “Please, please…stop”

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

Me: “Breath!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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