It was a couple weeks ago…a Friday…no…make that Saturday morning at 2:00 AM. I am awakened by the chirp of my cell phone on my night stand. I answered the phone, thinking that there must be an emergency or something for anyone to be calling me at 2 AM.
Me: Hello
ManBoy: Hey **** this is ****, we hooked up a couple of times
Me: Yeah, I remember, what’s up?
ManBoy: I am in town at the ***** hotel was wondering if you wanted to come over mess around.
Yeah, he said “mess around”, and I could tell that he obviously had just gotten in from the bars.
A bit of background…I met the guy about two years ago. I was in one of the more popular Dupont Circle gay bars for happy hour…not my usual thing but I made myself go out that Friday night after work…at times I have a tendency to keep to myself a little too much…boarding on the nonsocial…so my critics masquerading as friends tell me.
This guy, whom I call ManBoy here, is actually a few years older than me. But, with his slight and tight build (ex marine) and his forever high & tight haircut…he looks like he is pushing 30 instead of 50 when he put on a ball cap. I call it a blessing…he calls it a curse because his thing is mature muscular black men who often dismiss him as a twink at first. As a result, he is very aggressive about getting noticed by his target group.
The night we met, I saw him enter the bar with a couple of his friends. He noticed me right away, and spent the better part of an hour all but ignoring his friends while he concentrated on making eye contact with me. In the mean time, a bear/cub couple visiting from out west happened to be sitting next to me at the bar and they wasted no time engaging me in conversation and letting it be known that they would love for me to go back to their hotel room for a little fun. There was no way that was going to happen, but I certainly did enjoy their company, and as it was apparent that we were hitting it off, ManBoy actually left his friends and came to stand next to the couple and me. When the couple and I started to trade cell phone numbers, ManBoy jumped in and made it obvious that he too was taking down my number. When he got my number, ManBoy looked at me and I said, “I see you”. With that, ManBoy returned to his friends with a huge grin on his face. He called me within the hour with his hotel and room number. Long story short, we did fuck that night, but he insisted that I wear a rubber and I did because he and it was a hot scene. He had amazing ass muscle control. Once I got it in, he did the rest…massaging my covered cock until he came which pushed me over the edge and I came.
He comes to Washington often for business. We hooked up a second time a few months after the first, but this time we had communicated on-line several times before hand and the focus of those conversations was over the condom issue. In fact, I was really not that into hooking up again because I like and prefer to fuck bare. We were unable to come to terms on the issue but met up anyway to “mess around”, not necessarily fuck. That was a long session with a ton of oral. The highlight of that visit was my eating his ass…LOVED IT… he has an ass that tastes great, and he can really relax his sphincter so my tongue was able to go very deep in his hole…which drove him wild. By the end of that rimming he gave up the ghost and begged me to fuck him…even bare. I would not. Not that I was being pissy or anything like that…but I Run The Fuck…and he had to learn that lesson. He ended up getting himself off. Before I left, I pointed out that somewhere along the line, his Hard-line on using a rubber when out the fuckin window, and that if I were a man of lesser Honor, he would have cum leaking out of his butt hole right now. His response was to just look away.
Now back to a couple of weeks ago. When I realized it was him on the phone I was a bit irritated for two reasons…first off it was 2:00 fuckin o’clock in the morning. The second reason was that I knew of two other times he was in DC, and he did not contact me… so why now
In short, I told him to put his drunk ass to bed, and that I would be there at 7:00 AM. I would call him when I was on my way so that he could prep accordingly, and then I hung up the phone.
I arrived at exactly 7:00 AM. He answered the door nude, having just came from shower and prep.
There was some small talk…don’t remember hardly any of it as it was mostly nonsense except for when I mentioned that I notice he had been in DC a couple of times and he did not contact me. He gave me some bullshit excuse about thinking I was out of town because I travel so much. By this time I am now naked…I tell him that his answer/excuse is bullshit and push him back onto the bed.
After being with him a couple of times and chatting with him online, I am in his head…in short, I own him now. As he fell back on the bed, I came down on top of him…I know him…“His Thing”, “His Turn-on”… he gets off on the complete opposite of him…which is me. My big black body full on top of his slight white body…he shivered and his cock grew instantly rigid between our bodies.
The point of bringing up the fact that he did not contact me the last couple of times he was in DC was to establish a few things. First, that I have kept track of him…I know when he is in my town…he is not getting over or getting away with shit. Second, I know the reason he did not contact me was because I exposed his true desire of wanting me to take him bareback the last time we hooked up…what he SAID to the contrary notwithstanding. And Third, the fact that he did call me this time means that I WIN…he WILL take it however I give it to him…no debate, no discussion just submission.
And submit he did. I brought his legs up and immediately when to eat his delicious ass for only a couple of minutes though. He was getting into it and getting lose, but I did not want him too louse…not yet. There had to be a bit of punishment to account for not contacting me…for running from me. With just my spit a lube, I lined up the head of my fat black cock and with my muscular hips and thighs I drove into him…balls deep…first stroke…he cried out with a mix of pain and excitement. He begged me to wait and let him hit the poppers…I did. As soon as the poppers kicked in, I began to power fuck ManBoy. His knees where up around his ears, and I was pile-drive fucking him… coming almost all the way out before pile-driving back down into him. When his arms were not flaying about, he was gripping the bed covers tightly in both hands trying to manage the assault on his hole.
I worked up a good sweat working his ass over. I would alternate between power fucking him and eating him out. Each time I stopped to eat him after fucking him a bit, there was a nice layer of butt cream that just made me hornier and hornier. At times I can be a Top Pig
After about fifteen minutes of power fucking and eating ManBoy on his back, I put him on his knees at the edge of the bed. By now he was good and open, but as you bottoms know, there is a huge difference between taking dick on your back as apposed to on all fours…the angle is different, and it creates a whole different sensation. When I went into him on all fours, you would have thought I was penetrating him for the first time. He really struggled with this position, but at least in this position he could continue to hit the poppers at will…which he did. There was so much of that popper smell in the room that even I was starting to feel a little high…which made me fuck harder and faster.
As I talked about in a post a few months ago, I have become pretty good at that Sexual Kung Fu, so I would fuck him all the way up to and through orgasm, but I would halt the ejaculate and not come. This has the effect of allowing me multiple orgasms but because I did not shoot, my dick stays hard…harder in fact…and I just keep fucking.
I am sure that some of you are reading this and thinking that this is not about pleasure or fun…and if I am to be totally honest, which I try to be here…yeah, you are certainly more right than wrong. By this point….about thirty minutes into the fuck…I had had a couple of orgasms and really enjoyed eating his ass…I was fucking him now to make a point…a brutal…and perhaps over the top point. If you have been reading this blog from the beginning, then you know that this was the first time in a long time that I sort of went over to the “dark side” which I wrote about in the early posts of this blog. It is where the ultra aggressive side of me come out and it is much more about dominance and sometimes pain, than it is about pleasure. I try not to go to the darks side…tricks don’t come back from the dark side…in fact, they tend to avoid me at all costs.
I said “I sort of went to the dark side” because I caught myself before it got really bad here. ManBoy was hanging in with me as best he could but it was clear that he was going to be done soon.
I pulled my cock out of his hole…it was gaping open and beet red from the pounding I had just given it. While ManBoy was still on his knees, his whole upper body had collapsed flat against the bed. I gently rolled him over to his back again and rested his thighs on top of my thighs as I was now kneeling on the bed also. Amazingly, his cock was still three quarters hard. He looked at me with an exhausted, “what now” look on his face. Without saying a word, I directed his hands to stroke my nipples and I began to beat off. It did not take me long to literally cover his chest, stomach and groin with my thick globs of cum. As soon as I was done shooting, I gently nudged the head of my cock back into his tender hole. He instinctively took hold of his own cock, using my cum as lube, and shot his own load with in about fifteen strokes.
I got off the bed and began to get dressed in silence. ManBoy just stared off into space, intentionally not looking at me. When I was about half dressed he said
ManBoy: “Did you get off on that shit?”
Me: “What shit exactly?”
ManBoy: “Using me…like your personal fuck toy!”
I did not answer…just continued to get dressed. When I was ready to go I opened the door, but before leaving I turned and said,
Me: “When you are in town again call me if you want…or don’t… it is up to you”
ManBoy: “Right now…I don’t want to ever want to see you again…but we both know that I will call”
Me: “Yeah…we do”
With that I left to tackle my busy Saturday.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Ginger Boy
Is there anything that is hotter than a true red head with a fire bush? For me, red heads are at the top of the gay boy food chain, rivaled only by a man with a high & tight cut of any color.
This young man whom I will call here “Ginger Boy” is 28 years old, 5’8” and about 175 lbs. His red hair is rather subtle on his head because he keeps it cut close, but his crotch cover is a gorgeous deep auburn color decorating a 6.5” cut and thick cock. He has a very worked-out body, but not overly muscular...everything is in proportion. Additionally, he has a very clean…boy next door look and demeanor…very straight acting so that no one would readily guess that instead of plowing pussy, he would rather be the pussy plowed…by a strong black man if possible.
I have known Ginger Boy for a little more than a year now and until a couple of weeks ago we had not done anything sexual other than playful talk. Playful talk with a purpose because it was well understood from the beginning that I am a predator…and that eventually opportunity and desire would intersect.
A friend of mine was hosting a birthday party at his house for his partner/boy friend/whatever. It was a Saturday night, and while I normally would not go to such an event, my friend had done me a favor recently for which I wanted to show my appreciation. I stopped by the party with the intent of staying maybe an hour…tops. I arrived around 9:00 PM. The place was over-run with people…mostly kids really, late 20s…which stands to reason as my friend is in a “Daddy/Boy” relationship where his partner/boy friend/Boy/whatever… is about 15 years younger than us.
I found my friend, and one or two other guys our age huddled in the kitchen. The beer was cold, the food awesome and our small group conversation was on football…Perfect!
About 45 minutes into my allotted hour for this appearance, Ginger Boy walks into the kitchen with some other twenty somethings and the birthday boy…I had no idea that Ginger Boy and my friends Boy were friends…but then…why not?
It is funny, early in my career I learned that communication is much more about non-verbal cues than verbal words. A person will tell you if they are telling the truth or lying through nonverbal cues. By the same token, you can…and I did…tell Ginger Boy… “I am going to fuck you tonight,” with just a look. I knew Ginger Boy got my message as he held my eye contact longer than necessary and then turned beet red. I should be more careful because my friend, the host of the party, caught the whole nonverbal exchange. With a slight smirk on his face he said,
“Forget it, he is here with his pot-head boyfriend over there”
He directed my gaze over to the far corner of the living room were a blazer and jeans wearing white guy, who was in desperate need of a hair cut, was holding court with about five other guys and a couple of girls. According to my buddy, he works for the same company as Ginger Boy and they have been dating for a few months, which I found odd because Ginger Boy and I have chatted…quite explicitly…several times over the last few months.
This new information served to only bring more of the predator within me to the surface. I turned to my friend and simply stated
“I am going to need to use one of your bedrooms for a bit”
My friend chuckled and said something like “Yeah…right!” until the very serious look on my face made him stop chuckling and say…”Are you crazy?...his boyfriend is right the fuck over there!” I did not say a word to my friend, just gave him the look. A moment later he said “If you are going to do this, use the bathroom upstairs that connects the two guest rooms…it is less conspicuous and the doors lock from the inside… be discreet will ya…I don’t need the drama.”
A bit later, I worked my way over to Ginger Boy and separated him from the heard into a corner of the dining room.
Me: “I am going to fuck you tonight”
GB: “I cant Sir, I am here with someone”
Me: “You have done nothing but beg me to fuck you for months now. Tonight, you get your chance…it is up to you what you do with it” With that I simply walked away.
As I expected, about and hour and a half later, the crowd had thinned down to the hard-core partiers. I also observed that Ginger Boy’s boyfriend had migrated down to the utility room in the lowest level of the townhouse which is were the pot smoking was taking place. To his credit, Ginger Boy stayed up on the main level of the house and continued to keep checking on my whereabouts about every ten minutes or so. Not so much to his credit, he was working on his fourth Gin & Tonic by my count. If this was going to happen, it needed to happen soon before Ginger Boy was too drunk.
I discretely made my way upstairs to the designated bathroom. I then sent Ginger Boy a text message that read,
“It is decision time…I will wait five minutes for you to make you way to the guest bedroom bathroom upstairs…Your bf is high as a kite in the basement…be here in less than 5 or delete my number from your phone”
As I waited in that bathroom I figured it was a less than 50% chance that Ginger Boy would show. This was because I represented a Fantasy of Ginger Boy’s…to be fucked raw and bred by a muscled up black man. Fantasies are just fine when they are only in our heads…quite another when it is living, breathing and standing in front of you. In the fantasy, the pain of that first penetration is always a good pain…in real life though…that is the pain that takes your breath away. In the fantasy, the breeding top is always clean and negative…in real life…there is always that chance…that risk. I knew that all of these contradictions between fantasy and reality were at war within Ginger Boy’s head…anyone’s guess which would win out…desire or discretion?
As I was about to leave, a very tentative Ginger Boy entered the bathroom through the first guest bedroom. His head was down, and he was nearly trembling with fear…anxiety…booz? The predator in me took over. I closed and locked both doors. The only light in the room came from a small night light plugged in the wall socket.
I came up to Ginger Boy from behind, reached around and began to undo his jeans. He instantly put his hands on mine to stop me. I paused…and then calmly said into his ear…
Me: “We both know this is what you want and need…we do not have a lot of time…I am going to quickly breed you now “
With this, Ginger Boy let go of my hands and let me pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles. I bent him over the double sink vanity, turned on the water facet, applied some soap and water to my hands then applied that to his hole and my cock. I was actually rock hard from the time he stepped into the bathroom so there was no hesitation on my part. With him bent over the sink, his hole lined up perfectly with my fat black cock head. Believe me, I wanted to go balls deep in one stroke, but I feared that his resulting scream from the pain would call too much attention to us so I eased in him as best I could. It took me pushing in, pulling back…pushing in a bit further… and so on a few times before his smooth ass cheeks were nestled against my pubic hair. With each push, Ginger Boy released a controlled grunt…which as you know from reading this blog…just turns me on even more.
Once my fat black cock was seated deep in his bowels…Ginger Boy let out a long guttural moan, and kept clinching his ass around my cock…I need to point out here that he was not just clinching his ass ring around the base of my cock like most…his whole anal cavity was literally gripping my cock. I have heard tell that this happens when a bottom clenches with his lower stomach muscles instead of just his sphincter …IT FELT FAN-FUCKIN-TASTIC!
I then grabbed the back of Ginger Boy’s neck with my left hand…I don’t know why I did this… was just in the moment I guess… and steadied his hips with my right…and proceeded to pound Ginger Boy’s hole. I think it took me all of twenty strokes before I let go a torrent of thick cum deep inside him. Shooting so quick is unusual for me…but like I had mentioned in the intro to one of my most recent posts, I had a lot of pent up desire for a special someone who has been unavailable for a few weeks so I have literally been a walking hard-on.
When I was done cumming inside of Ginger Boy, I pulled out in one swift motion. I probably should not have done that. Doing so resulted in Ginger Boy convulsing a bit, and a huge glob of cum came flying out and dropped on his pants that were still down around his ankles. This ment I would have to take more time. Time to sooth Ginger a bit and time to clean up a mess…a mess that was going to leave a tell tale wet spot on his jeans.
I stood Ginger up and held him from behind for about twenty seconds… he was fine. While doing so, I could see in the mirror that he had a raging hard-on… I would have liked to help him get off, but we just did not have the time…besides…this was one of those situation where the Boy needed to be sent home hard because this was all about him giving in … giving his body…to please a man. I knew that his reflection upon this event would give him many…many orgasms for months to come so I leaned into his ear and said,
Me: “Every time you jack off thinking about what just happened here, I want to know about it”
GB: “Yes Sir”
We got him cleaned up as best and as quickly as we could…yes, there was a wet spot on upper right thigh of his jeans…just below the waist. I left him in the bathroom contemplating how to explain the obvious wet spot.
Thus far I have received eight “Did it again Sir” text messages.
This young man whom I will call here “Ginger Boy” is 28 years old, 5’8” and about 175 lbs. His red hair is rather subtle on his head because he keeps it cut close, but his crotch cover is a gorgeous deep auburn color decorating a 6.5” cut and thick cock. He has a very worked-out body, but not overly muscular...everything is in proportion. Additionally, he has a very clean…boy next door look and demeanor…very straight acting so that no one would readily guess that instead of plowing pussy, he would rather be the pussy plowed…by a strong black man if possible.
I have known Ginger Boy for a little more than a year now and until a couple of weeks ago we had not done anything sexual other than playful talk. Playful talk with a purpose because it was well understood from the beginning that I am a predator…and that eventually opportunity and desire would intersect.
A friend of mine was hosting a birthday party at his house for his partner/boy friend/whatever. It was a Saturday night, and while I normally would not go to such an event, my friend had done me a favor recently for which I wanted to show my appreciation. I stopped by the party with the intent of staying maybe an hour…tops. I arrived around 9:00 PM. The place was over-run with people…mostly kids really, late 20s…which stands to reason as my friend is in a “Daddy/Boy” relationship where his partner/boy friend/Boy/whatever… is about 15 years younger than us.
I found my friend, and one or two other guys our age huddled in the kitchen. The beer was cold, the food awesome and our small group conversation was on football…Perfect!
About 45 minutes into my allotted hour for this appearance, Ginger Boy walks into the kitchen with some other twenty somethings and the birthday boy…I had no idea that Ginger Boy and my friends Boy were friends…but then…why not?
It is funny, early in my career I learned that communication is much more about non-verbal cues than verbal words. A person will tell you if they are telling the truth or lying through nonverbal cues. By the same token, you can…and I did…tell Ginger Boy… “I am going to fuck you tonight,” with just a look. I knew Ginger Boy got my message as he held my eye contact longer than necessary and then turned beet red. I should be more careful because my friend, the host of the party, caught the whole nonverbal exchange. With a slight smirk on his face he said,
“Forget it, he is here with his pot-head boyfriend over there”
He directed my gaze over to the far corner of the living room were a blazer and jeans wearing white guy, who was in desperate need of a hair cut, was holding court with about five other guys and a couple of girls. According to my buddy, he works for the same company as Ginger Boy and they have been dating for a few months, which I found odd because Ginger Boy and I have chatted…quite explicitly…several times over the last few months.
This new information served to only bring more of the predator within me to the surface. I turned to my friend and simply stated
“I am going to need to use one of your bedrooms for a bit”
My friend chuckled and said something like “Yeah…right!” until the very serious look on my face made him stop chuckling and say…”Are you crazy?...his boyfriend is right the fuck over there!” I did not say a word to my friend, just gave him the look. A moment later he said “If you are going to do this, use the bathroom upstairs that connects the two guest rooms…it is less conspicuous and the doors lock from the inside… be discreet will ya…I don’t need the drama.”
A bit later, I worked my way over to Ginger Boy and separated him from the heard into a corner of the dining room.
Me: “I am going to fuck you tonight”
GB: “I cant Sir, I am here with someone”
Me: “You have done nothing but beg me to fuck you for months now. Tonight, you get your chance…it is up to you what you do with it” With that I simply walked away.
As I expected, about and hour and a half later, the crowd had thinned down to the hard-core partiers. I also observed that Ginger Boy’s boyfriend had migrated down to the utility room in the lowest level of the townhouse which is were the pot smoking was taking place. To his credit, Ginger Boy stayed up on the main level of the house and continued to keep checking on my whereabouts about every ten minutes or so. Not so much to his credit, he was working on his fourth Gin & Tonic by my count. If this was going to happen, it needed to happen soon before Ginger Boy was too drunk.
I discretely made my way upstairs to the designated bathroom. I then sent Ginger Boy a text message that read,
“It is decision time…I will wait five minutes for you to make you way to the guest bedroom bathroom upstairs…Your bf is high as a kite in the basement…be here in less than 5 or delete my number from your phone”
As I waited in that bathroom I figured it was a less than 50% chance that Ginger Boy would show. This was because I represented a Fantasy of Ginger Boy’s…to be fucked raw and bred by a muscled up black man. Fantasies are just fine when they are only in our heads…quite another when it is living, breathing and standing in front of you. In the fantasy, the pain of that first penetration is always a good pain…in real life though…that is the pain that takes your breath away. In the fantasy, the breeding top is always clean and negative…in real life…there is always that chance…that risk. I knew that all of these contradictions between fantasy and reality were at war within Ginger Boy’s head…anyone’s guess which would win out…desire or discretion?
As I was about to leave, a very tentative Ginger Boy entered the bathroom through the first guest bedroom. His head was down, and he was nearly trembling with fear…anxiety…booz? The predator in me took over. I closed and locked both doors. The only light in the room came from a small night light plugged in the wall socket.
I came up to Ginger Boy from behind, reached around and began to undo his jeans. He instantly put his hands on mine to stop me. I paused…and then calmly said into his ear…
Me: “We both know this is what you want and need…we do not have a lot of time…I am going to quickly breed you now “
With this, Ginger Boy let go of my hands and let me pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles. I bent him over the double sink vanity, turned on the water facet, applied some soap and water to my hands then applied that to his hole and my cock. I was actually rock hard from the time he stepped into the bathroom so there was no hesitation on my part. With him bent over the sink, his hole lined up perfectly with my fat black cock head. Believe me, I wanted to go balls deep in one stroke, but I feared that his resulting scream from the pain would call too much attention to us so I eased in him as best I could. It took me pushing in, pulling back…pushing in a bit further… and so on a few times before his smooth ass cheeks were nestled against my pubic hair. With each push, Ginger Boy released a controlled grunt…which as you know from reading this blog…just turns me on even more.
Once my fat black cock was seated deep in his bowels…Ginger Boy let out a long guttural moan, and kept clinching his ass around my cock…I need to point out here that he was not just clinching his ass ring around the base of my cock like most…his whole anal cavity was literally gripping my cock. I have heard tell that this happens when a bottom clenches with his lower stomach muscles instead of just his sphincter …IT FELT FAN-FUCKIN-TASTIC!
I then grabbed the back of Ginger Boy’s neck with my left hand…I don’t know why I did this… was just in the moment I guess… and steadied his hips with my right…and proceeded to pound Ginger Boy’s hole. I think it took me all of twenty strokes before I let go a torrent of thick cum deep inside him. Shooting so quick is unusual for me…but like I had mentioned in the intro to one of my most recent posts, I had a lot of pent up desire for a special someone who has been unavailable for a few weeks so I have literally been a walking hard-on.
When I was done cumming inside of Ginger Boy, I pulled out in one swift motion. I probably should not have done that. Doing so resulted in Ginger Boy convulsing a bit, and a huge glob of cum came flying out and dropped on his pants that were still down around his ankles. This ment I would have to take more time. Time to sooth Ginger a bit and time to clean up a mess…a mess that was going to leave a tell tale wet spot on his jeans.
I stood Ginger up and held him from behind for about twenty seconds… he was fine. While doing so, I could see in the mirror that he had a raging hard-on… I would have liked to help him get off, but we just did not have the time…besides…this was one of those situation where the Boy needed to be sent home hard because this was all about him giving in … giving his body…to please a man. I knew that his reflection upon this event would give him many…many orgasms for months to come so I leaned into his ear and said,
Me: “Every time you jack off thinking about what just happened here, I want to know about it”
GB: “Yes Sir”
We got him cleaned up as best and as quickly as we could…yes, there was a wet spot on upper right thigh of his jeans…just below the waist. I left him in the bathroom contemplating how to explain the obvious wet spot.
Thus far I have received eight “Did it again Sir” text messages.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
First (Bareback) Fuck: Christian
Okay folks, here is another First (Bareback) Fuck Story for you. I will be back soon. In fact, I have been fucking everything moving these days trying to get over a special someone of whom I just cant have as much as I would like. I have kept notes on each fuck and am in the process of writing the first few now. However, here is a special treat to hold you over. The following guest post is from CXG, the author of Christian X Gartrip Blog, one of the hottest and best written REAL gay sex blogs out there (www.christianxgartrip.blogspot.com/). By “REAL” I mean sex that really happened, not fantasy shit. If you think this blog is hot, please check out Christian’s. One of the neat things about Christian is that he is my match. By that I mean he is a hot white guy who loves bareback sex with black men. And, in case your are wondering…yes…Christian and I are on a collision course…soon! Stay tuned. Meanwhile, enjoy!
Hello Sir. Below is the retelling of my first BB experience. It was recent (March of 2010), but back in the early 80's when I first came out, barebacking was the norm. Back then, though, we just called it "sex." My fuckbuddies started wrapping their meat in the mid-80's but I never got used to the sight of a fully loaded condom being flushed down the can. Recently, I joined the online sex community and have started exploring some of the fantasies I've kept hidden for most of my adult life: bears, small orgies, men of color, light BDSM, and, of course, barebacking. The following story is an account of my night barebacking with a big black bear. Damn... for the first time in 25 years I felt alive again. I hope you enjoy it.
A BLACK MAN'S WHITE BOTTOM
In 2005 I finally found the man of my dreams. We met on a singles' website and have been together for over 5 years. Things are going well, but the sex dried up in 2008. I don't nag, so I kept my mouth shut to everyone but Bob, an old friend in NY. He told me to find a few fuckbuddies and enjoy myself until the boyfriend came out of his funk. I was reluctant. I live in a small southern town and, to be honest, I wasn't sure if there were a lot of other gay men around who would be interested in pity-fucking me every few weeks. Bob suggested that I join a few online sex sites. Huh? There were online sex sites? Really? I knew about CraigsList and a few dating sites (that's how I met my partner), but I was unaware of the others.
So I thought about it for a few weeks, explored the sites as a guest, and then finally jumped in and joined two of them (ManHunt and Adam4Adam). Wow... so many horny fuckers in my own small town. Who knew?!?!
For about a month, I hooked up with a random assortment of men who were not unlike myself: sexually frustrated, middle-aged white guys. Most were partnered and a few were married, but the only thing that really differentiated us was the simple fact that they were Tops and I was a bottom. I burned through a box of condoms, a few bottles of poppers, and quite a bit of lube, but aside from that, it got kind of boring rather quickly. I needed more.
Full disclosure: I have a very rich fantasy life. Sure, most people do, but mine is somewhat extreme, and I tend to obsess over it. I keep an e-journal that is literally overflowing with some of the darkest fantasies one can ever hope to read. Men of color, truckers, raw bookstore hook-ups, motel orgies, piss romps,... you name it, and I've probably thought about it and jerked off to it. At some point, I started to think that maybe I should explore the fantasies and try to meet men who were better suited to what I really wanted. And to be honest, what I most wanted was the feel of a black cock cumming hard inside my asshole. I'm not sure why, but I'd never been out with (or been fuck by) a black man. I'd had a few chances in my younger days, but things had never worked out. With this new world of sex-starved hook-up artists suddenly at my fingertips, it seemed wrong not to explore... so I did, and I've been "exploring" ever since.
So back in late March I was skulking around the Adam site when I suddenly got an email from a guy in a neighboring county.
BEAR: "You Looking?"
Before responding, I checked his profile: 35yo GBM, 5'11", 235lbs, 8"c, Strict Top & BB only. Damn, I thought. The motherload of fantasy just knocked at my door. This must happen, I kept telling myself... This Must Happen! I tried not to sound too excited or spastic, but seriously, I desperately wanted to be this guy's bitch, so I played it cool and hoped for the best.
ME: "Yeah man... always."
BEAR: "Looking for NSA FB. Total Top here. Don't suck. Just fuck. BB ONLY!!! You 4real?"
ME: "Yes. Looking for later tonight. Two holes... both available. Sit on my face if you want to, but I'm only interested in men who want to fuck. I can host. ETA?"
BEAR: "Don't game me. I'll ride it and leave the full nut. Show me some pics."
ME: "No games. Pics are now unlocked. Don't need to see yours. I don't do romance, so I don't care what you look like. I'm making my ass available to you if you want it."
BEAR: "And if I do? What then?"
ME: "I strip down and suck your cock, bury my face in your ass, then you get to fuck me. That's it. What else you want? Again, ETA?"
BEAR: "That's what I want, too. You know what BB means? 10:30 too late? You clean?"
ME: "I'm all yours, man. 10:30 is fine. My ass will be clean. Not so concerned about yours... and YES, I know what BB means. Bring it."
After this exchange, I gave him my address. Seconds later he signed off. Whoa... no backing out now. My heart immediately began to race at the thought of this large stranger pounding his cock into my ass. I hurried around the house checking to see if the place was presentable and then gave my asshole another quick cleansing... just in case. I then threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt (nothing else) and took a seat on the front porch with a cigarette.
At 10:40 a navy SUV pulled into the driveway. I sat quietly and watched as a nearly 6' black bear hoisted himself from his car. He was dressed in jeans, jacket, boots, and ball cap. He seemed pleasant enough, which was oddly disappointing. Don't be chatty, don't be chatty, I kept telling myself. Be cool.
ME: "Hey man."
BEAR: "So we doing it out here?"
ME: "No... just waiting in case you got lost."
BEAR: "GPS... don't get lost."
I stood up and shook his hand and let him follow me inside. I kept waiting for him to pull a brick out of his jacket and bash my head in. Instead he just mumbled, "Nice ass."
By the time I closed the front door, I was ready to get naked. Hell, he could have banged me on the couch and I wouldn't have cared, but I led him into the bedroom. As he looked around I kept thinking that I needed to do something to set the tone... to let him know that I was his. He was standing next to my dresser, so I unsnapped my shorts and let them fall to the floor. His eyes widened. As I pulled my shirt over my head, I dropped to my knees so that my face was 6 inches from his crotch.
The Bear unzipped and pulled out a short, dark cock. I sniffed his naked crotch, musky, and then swallowed his meat whole. As I sucked him to a fat (but still short) erection, he undressed and left his clothes in a pile on the floor. I picked up his large white briefs and placed them under my nose. I breathed in... he watched.
"Turn around and let me sniff your ass." Bear turned toward the dresser and spread his legs. I separated his heavy cheeks and lapped at his black hole. He was covered in sweat. The odor made me high. I could have spent quite some time cleaning out his crack, but the man wanted to lie down, so he walked over to the bed and spread out. I got between his legs and returned to his fat cock. Bear brought his own bottle of poppers, and he kept shoving them under my nose. I had my own, but I took what he offered and sucked his cock until he was ready for my ass.
BEAR: "How you want it?"
ME: "Raw. Greasy."
BEAR: "Nah man... how you wanna take it?
ME: "On my knees... bitch style."
BEAR: "Get up here then and show me. Damn, I need some of dat ass."
The Bear took his time once I got into position. He popped my cheeks a couple of times and slowly fingered my hole with grease. I was surprised that he liked this part. I had assumed that he would just dive right in, but clearly, he was in no hurry. I had grabbed a bottle of poppers from the bedside table, so when I heard him take another whiff from his bottle, I opened mine and breathed long and deep. A few seconds later I was on a cloud mumbling... "fuck my ass, man... fuck it good."
Suddenly, two large hands grabbed my hips and the head of his dick pressed against my greasy rim. He pushed in... I exhaled. A raw black cock had finally made its way into my chute. Finally! Never in my life had I felt like a rebel, but now, I felt like the only rebel on earth. I know... weird... but that was what was going through my head at the time... maybe it was the poppers.
He jerked my body back onto his cock. It hurt, but not enough to make me cry out. To be honest, I liked the way he handled me. He didn't seem all that concerned with how I felt; he just knew what he wanted, so he took it. I liked that. I really did.
To be honest, the man's cock was not ideal. I got off on its fatness, but I would have preferred something longer and thinner. I like the way a man's dick strokes my prostate, and this one was getting no where near it. He made up for it, though, with the sheer force of his technique. Once he got going, he was all over me.
The Bear fucked his skinny white whore so hard that the bed began to bounce on the hardwood floor. As one point, I think he bruised the inside of my rectum, but I refused to make him stop until he'd filled my hole with a load of fresh spunk. Before he came, he flipped me over and grabbed my feet. I took a long snort off the bottle and screamed at him, "FUCK ME HARD." (Sorry neighbors, but it couldn't be helped).
I felt him cum. His wide body shook as he worked his cock into my ass, but then he started pumping me again. A double-cummer, I thought. Keep it up... Keep it up. He shot off one more time with a deep groan and then fell back, throwing my legs almost completely off the mattress.
I crawled between the Bear's thighs and sniffed his crotch. I licked his softening cock and tried to clean up the cum and grease that coated it. Bear rubbed my hair and tried to catch his breath. "Nice ass, man. That was good." I said nothing, but kept licking his package like a dog licks its mate.
"Where's your bathroom?" Bear made his way down the hall, took a long piss (regretfully wasted, but maybe next time), and then started to dress while I lay naked across the sheets. I hadn't cum yet, and damn was I feeling it. As I watched him pull on his baggy white briefs, I pushed a finger into my hole and felt for his load. There it was. By now, he was watching, so I locked eyes with his and slowly pulled my finger out of my ass and inserted it into my mouth. It had been over 25 years since I'd done this, and I wasn't going to let one fucking drop of it go to waste. The Bear just watched. I think he knew how much I needed it. I think he understood.
Bear came back a few weeks later for a repeat performance. I never did ask him his name (seemed wrong) and he seemed unconcerned about what my name was. That's cool. I still see his profile on line occasionally. We don't speak anymore, but I know he probably thinks about it from time to time.
These days, I'm still whoring around on my frigid boyfriend with just about anyone who'll have me. At times I wonder if I'm not a sex addict. I don't bareback everyone who climbs onto my bed (some don't want it anyway), but I always look for those hardcore men who like it raw. When I find one (a fierce black Top, a seedy trucker, or a burly married guy), I toss the condoms aside and grease up for another dose of spunk. I can never get enough. Never.
Hello Sir. Below is the retelling of my first BB experience. It was recent (March of 2010), but back in the early 80's when I first came out, barebacking was the norm. Back then, though, we just called it "sex." My fuckbuddies started wrapping their meat in the mid-80's but I never got used to the sight of a fully loaded condom being flushed down the can. Recently, I joined the online sex community and have started exploring some of the fantasies I've kept hidden for most of my adult life: bears, small orgies, men of color, light BDSM, and, of course, barebacking. The following story is an account of my night barebacking with a big black bear. Damn... for the first time in 25 years I felt alive again. I hope you enjoy it.
A BLACK MAN'S WHITE BOTTOM
In 2005 I finally found the man of my dreams. We met on a singles' website and have been together for over 5 years. Things are going well, but the sex dried up in 2008. I don't nag, so I kept my mouth shut to everyone but Bob, an old friend in NY. He told me to find a few fuckbuddies and enjoy myself until the boyfriend came out of his funk. I was reluctant. I live in a small southern town and, to be honest, I wasn't sure if there were a lot of other gay men around who would be interested in pity-fucking me every few weeks. Bob suggested that I join a few online sex sites. Huh? There were online sex sites? Really? I knew about CraigsList and a few dating sites (that's how I met my partner), but I was unaware of the others.
So I thought about it for a few weeks, explored the sites as a guest, and then finally jumped in and joined two of them (ManHunt and Adam4Adam). Wow... so many horny fuckers in my own small town. Who knew?!?!
For about a month, I hooked up with a random assortment of men who were not unlike myself: sexually frustrated, middle-aged white guys. Most were partnered and a few were married, but the only thing that really differentiated us was the simple fact that they were Tops and I was a bottom. I burned through a box of condoms, a few bottles of poppers, and quite a bit of lube, but aside from that, it got kind of boring rather quickly. I needed more.
Full disclosure: I have a very rich fantasy life. Sure, most people do, but mine is somewhat extreme, and I tend to obsess over it. I keep an e-journal that is literally overflowing with some of the darkest fantasies one can ever hope to read. Men of color, truckers, raw bookstore hook-ups, motel orgies, piss romps,... you name it, and I've probably thought about it and jerked off to it. At some point, I started to think that maybe I should explore the fantasies and try to meet men who were better suited to what I really wanted. And to be honest, what I most wanted was the feel of a black cock cumming hard inside my asshole. I'm not sure why, but I'd never been out with (or been fuck by) a black man. I'd had a few chances in my younger days, but things had never worked out. With this new world of sex-starved hook-up artists suddenly at my fingertips, it seemed wrong not to explore... so I did, and I've been "exploring" ever since.
So back in late March I was skulking around the Adam site when I suddenly got an email from a guy in a neighboring county.
BEAR: "You Looking?"
Before responding, I checked his profile: 35yo GBM, 5'11", 235lbs, 8"c, Strict Top & BB only. Damn, I thought. The motherload of fantasy just knocked at my door. This must happen, I kept telling myself... This Must Happen! I tried not to sound too excited or spastic, but seriously, I desperately wanted to be this guy's bitch, so I played it cool and hoped for the best.
ME: "Yeah man... always."
BEAR: "Looking for NSA FB. Total Top here. Don't suck. Just fuck. BB ONLY!!! You 4real?"
ME: "Yes. Looking for later tonight. Two holes... both available. Sit on my face if you want to, but I'm only interested in men who want to fuck. I can host. ETA?"
BEAR: "Don't game me. I'll ride it and leave the full nut. Show me some pics."
ME: "No games. Pics are now unlocked. Don't need to see yours. I don't do romance, so I don't care what you look like. I'm making my ass available to you if you want it."
BEAR: "And if I do? What then?"
ME: "I strip down and suck your cock, bury my face in your ass, then you get to fuck me. That's it. What else you want? Again, ETA?"
BEAR: "That's what I want, too. You know what BB means? 10:30 too late? You clean?"
ME: "I'm all yours, man. 10:30 is fine. My ass will be clean. Not so concerned about yours... and YES, I know what BB means. Bring it."
After this exchange, I gave him my address. Seconds later he signed off. Whoa... no backing out now. My heart immediately began to race at the thought of this large stranger pounding his cock into my ass. I hurried around the house checking to see if the place was presentable and then gave my asshole another quick cleansing... just in case. I then threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt (nothing else) and took a seat on the front porch with a cigarette.
At 10:40 a navy SUV pulled into the driveway. I sat quietly and watched as a nearly 6' black bear hoisted himself from his car. He was dressed in jeans, jacket, boots, and ball cap. He seemed pleasant enough, which was oddly disappointing. Don't be chatty, don't be chatty, I kept telling myself. Be cool.
ME: "Hey man."
BEAR: "So we doing it out here?"
ME: "No... just waiting in case you got lost."
BEAR: "GPS... don't get lost."
I stood up and shook his hand and let him follow me inside. I kept waiting for him to pull a brick out of his jacket and bash my head in. Instead he just mumbled, "Nice ass."
By the time I closed the front door, I was ready to get naked. Hell, he could have banged me on the couch and I wouldn't have cared, but I led him into the bedroom. As he looked around I kept thinking that I needed to do something to set the tone... to let him know that I was his. He was standing next to my dresser, so I unsnapped my shorts and let them fall to the floor. His eyes widened. As I pulled my shirt over my head, I dropped to my knees so that my face was 6 inches from his crotch.
The Bear unzipped and pulled out a short, dark cock. I sniffed his naked crotch, musky, and then swallowed his meat whole. As I sucked him to a fat (but still short) erection, he undressed and left his clothes in a pile on the floor. I picked up his large white briefs and placed them under my nose. I breathed in... he watched.
"Turn around and let me sniff your ass." Bear turned toward the dresser and spread his legs. I separated his heavy cheeks and lapped at his black hole. He was covered in sweat. The odor made me high. I could have spent quite some time cleaning out his crack, but the man wanted to lie down, so he walked over to the bed and spread out. I got between his legs and returned to his fat cock. Bear brought his own bottle of poppers, and he kept shoving them under my nose. I had my own, but I took what he offered and sucked his cock until he was ready for my ass.
BEAR: "How you want it?"
ME: "Raw. Greasy."
BEAR: "Nah man... how you wanna take it?
ME: "On my knees... bitch style."
BEAR: "Get up here then and show me. Damn, I need some of dat ass."
The Bear took his time once I got into position. He popped my cheeks a couple of times and slowly fingered my hole with grease. I was surprised that he liked this part. I had assumed that he would just dive right in, but clearly, he was in no hurry. I had grabbed a bottle of poppers from the bedside table, so when I heard him take another whiff from his bottle, I opened mine and breathed long and deep. A few seconds later I was on a cloud mumbling... "fuck my ass, man... fuck it good."
Suddenly, two large hands grabbed my hips and the head of his dick pressed against my greasy rim. He pushed in... I exhaled. A raw black cock had finally made its way into my chute. Finally! Never in my life had I felt like a rebel, but now, I felt like the only rebel on earth. I know... weird... but that was what was going through my head at the time... maybe it was the poppers.
He jerked my body back onto his cock. It hurt, but not enough to make me cry out. To be honest, I liked the way he handled me. He didn't seem all that concerned with how I felt; he just knew what he wanted, so he took it. I liked that. I really did.
To be honest, the man's cock was not ideal. I got off on its fatness, but I would have preferred something longer and thinner. I like the way a man's dick strokes my prostate, and this one was getting no where near it. He made up for it, though, with the sheer force of his technique. Once he got going, he was all over me.
The Bear fucked his skinny white whore so hard that the bed began to bounce on the hardwood floor. As one point, I think he bruised the inside of my rectum, but I refused to make him stop until he'd filled my hole with a load of fresh spunk. Before he came, he flipped me over and grabbed my feet. I took a long snort off the bottle and screamed at him, "FUCK ME HARD." (Sorry neighbors, but it couldn't be helped).
I felt him cum. His wide body shook as he worked his cock into my ass, but then he started pumping me again. A double-cummer, I thought. Keep it up... Keep it up. He shot off one more time with a deep groan and then fell back, throwing my legs almost completely off the mattress.
I crawled between the Bear's thighs and sniffed his crotch. I licked his softening cock and tried to clean up the cum and grease that coated it. Bear rubbed my hair and tried to catch his breath. "Nice ass, man. That was good." I said nothing, but kept licking his package like a dog licks its mate.
"Where's your bathroom?" Bear made his way down the hall, took a long piss (regretfully wasted, but maybe next time), and then started to dress while I lay naked across the sheets. I hadn't cum yet, and damn was I feeling it. As I watched him pull on his baggy white briefs, I pushed a finger into my hole and felt for his load. There it was. By now, he was watching, so I locked eyes with his and slowly pulled my finger out of my ass and inserted it into my mouth. It had been over 25 years since I'd done this, and I wasn't going to let one fucking drop of it go to waste. The Bear just watched. I think he knew how much I needed it. I think he understood.
Bear came back a few weeks later for a repeat performance. I never did ask him his name (seemed wrong) and he seemed unconcerned about what my name was. That's cool. I still see his profile on line occasionally. We don't speak anymore, but I know he probably thinks about it from time to time.
These days, I'm still whoring around on my frigid boyfriend with just about anyone who'll have me. At times I wonder if I'm not a sex addict. I don't bareback everyone who climbs onto my bed (some don't want it anyway), but I always look for those hardcore men who like it raw. When I find one (a fierce black Top, a seedy trucker, or a burly married guy), I toss the condoms aside and grease up for another dose of spunk. I can never get enough. Never.
Monday, October 25, 2010
First (Bareback) Fuck - Dan
I still remember my first time.
I was 21 and had a hot 23 year old Puerto Rican boyfriend. He loved my phat white azz. We met at the gym and he told me later on that he could not stop staring at my booty. He loved white boys because he loved how his dark Spanish meat looked going into a pink smooth hole. He was more experienced than me but he took his time. The first few hook-ups we had were just oral and shit like that, no anal. But we both knew it was just a matter of time.
I still lived with my parents at the time. He came over one night and I knew it would happen. I had cleaned my hole out good and loosened it with a small dildo. My parents were asleep next door to my bedroom. We started getting it on passionately- kissing, licking, sucking, rimming. He knew how to rim my hole. He had a long tongue and licked my ass walls with it for what seemed like an eternity. He kissed me so I could taste my ass and smell it. Mesmerizing. He had a big uncut Latin dick that I loved to suck on. The pre-cum would ooze out and I loved eating it all.
After he lubed my hole up good with his spit, and a little of the store-bought stuff, he put me on my back to top me. He was sweating at this point and his beautiful black hair was a mess. He entered me with his big raw dick. I could not handle it at first and pushed him back. He was patient and went down to eat me again. His tongue felt soothing on my hurting hole.
He slid his papi dick inside me again and held it there. Boy did it hurt! I tried fighting him back but he held it steady, knowing it was what I needed to loosen up. I relaxed and got used to it. He began to fuck me slowly and would lean in to kiss me. As I relaxed more, he began to fuck faster, sliding his big dick in and out of my asshole.
He pulled out and then got on his back. I climbed on top and sat down on his dick. What a fucking rush! To sit on his dick and control the fuck myself was incredible. His eyes were staring into mine, and he would tell me how much he enjoyed my asshole. I loved riding his dick- up and down- fast and slow- listening to the sound of my wet hole swallow his delicious uncut monster.
I could tell he was ready to cum. His breathing was faster and he was really squeezing my asscheeks. He whispered, "Let me breed you baby!" and without waiting for an answer, shot deep inside me. I had his dick inside me all the way down to the balls. I could feel his dick spasm as he unloaded his sperm inside my guts. It felt like a gallon of baby batter was now inside me. I was bred.
When he came down from his orgasm he slowly pulled out. We kissed and held each other for a few minutes. His dick was wet with his cum and my ass juices. He cleaned up and then he gathered his things and left. I was elated that I was no longer an anal virgin. I went to the bathroom and farted his sperm out of my hole, content in knowing that I had started my journey as a pig bottom.
I was 21 and had a hot 23 year old Puerto Rican boyfriend. He loved my phat white azz. We met at the gym and he told me later on that he could not stop staring at my booty. He loved white boys because he loved how his dark Spanish meat looked going into a pink smooth hole. He was more experienced than me but he took his time. The first few hook-ups we had were just oral and shit like that, no anal. But we both knew it was just a matter of time.
I still lived with my parents at the time. He came over one night and I knew it would happen. I had cleaned my hole out good and loosened it with a small dildo. My parents were asleep next door to my bedroom. We started getting it on passionately- kissing, licking, sucking, rimming. He knew how to rim my hole. He had a long tongue and licked my ass walls with it for what seemed like an eternity. He kissed me so I could taste my ass and smell it. Mesmerizing. He had a big uncut Latin dick that I loved to suck on. The pre-cum would ooze out and I loved eating it all.
After he lubed my hole up good with his spit, and a little of the store-bought stuff, he put me on my back to top me. He was sweating at this point and his beautiful black hair was a mess. He entered me with his big raw dick. I could not handle it at first and pushed him back. He was patient and went down to eat me again. His tongue felt soothing on my hurting hole.
He slid his papi dick inside me again and held it there. Boy did it hurt! I tried fighting him back but he held it steady, knowing it was what I needed to loosen up. I relaxed and got used to it. He began to fuck me slowly and would lean in to kiss me. As I relaxed more, he began to fuck faster, sliding his big dick in and out of my asshole.
He pulled out and then got on his back. I climbed on top and sat down on his dick. What a fucking rush! To sit on his dick and control the fuck myself was incredible. His eyes were staring into mine, and he would tell me how much he enjoyed my asshole. I loved riding his dick- up and down- fast and slow- listening to the sound of my wet hole swallow his delicious uncut monster.
I could tell he was ready to cum. His breathing was faster and he was really squeezing my asscheeks. He whispered, "Let me breed you baby!" and without waiting for an answer, shot deep inside me. I had his dick inside me all the way down to the balls. I could feel his dick spasm as he unloaded his sperm inside my guts. It felt like a gallon of baby batter was now inside me. I was bred.
When he came down from his orgasm he slowly pulled out. We kissed and held each other for a few minutes. His dick was wet with his cum and my ass juices. He cleaned up and then he gathered his things and left. I was elated that I was no longer an anal virgin. I went to the bathroom and farted his sperm out of my hole, content in knowing that I had started my journey as a pig bottom.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
First Fuck - Triangle Bottom
I met him online. On an AOL M4M chatroom. He said he was a White Jewish boy. Football player build. Blonde hair, blue eyes. A strict and total top. I told him I was still a virgin. I was. He asked if I wanted to change that. I said, “Yes.” He asked if I wanted to meet him. I told him I did not drive. He asked for my address. I gave it to him. Just like that. He said he was on his way. About 30 minutes later he was outside my house. I got in his car. He was a complete and total stranger.
Another half-an-hour later, we ended up at one of his friend’s house. He was there too. There was plenty of beer. He offered me one. I accepted. I was under age, I did not know any better at all. So after a single beer, I was totally buzzed and ready to give him anything he wanted. He wanted my mouth around his cock. He wanted his cock in my ass.
The next thing I know I am giving him head. I don’t even remember us kissing, or his pants dropping. But, there I was, on my knees, my head between his thighs, dick in my mouth. It was the first time I was doing this and I did not know a thing. His cock felt awkward in my mouth but I tried my best. He was not BIG by any standard. I’d measure him at probably 5 or 5.5 inches, but what he lacked in length he made up in girth. It certainly was thick, and it had a really nice look to it. Thinking back, he actually had one of the prettiest cocks I’ve ever seen. Sure, it was not big, but had it been two or three inches longer, he could be packing the perfect cut cock. It was straight, thick and circumcised to perfection. No unnaturally grotesque veins, bumps or scares. Smooth.
I sucked it. I licked it. I blew on it with my mouth. Nibbled on it. I even tried getting my tongue in the slit. I was doing every conceivable thing I could do with my tongue to pleasure his cock. He stayed hard so I figured I was doing something right, but I had no confidence, whatsoever, in what I was doing.
“My balls,” he whispered, almost in a half moan.
I have always taken instruction pretty well so I knew immediately what he wanted. I took my mouth off his cock, and dove straight for his balls. They were hairy. And small. Not exactly something that turned me on or drove me wild, but I was determined to please him. It was at that moment that it hit me: I was there to please him. I’m not sure how it happened, but it just made sense. I was there to help him get off. I wanted him to cum. So, the same way I had worked on his cock, I began working on his balls. Doing everything I could with my lips, tongue and mouth that I thought would bring him pleasure. It was then that I started to go for his inner thigh. And from there, up, back to his balls. I had often played withhis perineum, so I decided to try and lick him there. When I did, he moaned loudly.
I then became aware of my hands. They had been on his thighs the entire time. I decided to put them to work. One went straight for his dick and the other for his balls as I worked the underside of his balls with my mouth.
Again, I was doing everything I could to orally please him. This time I felt a little better because the harder I worked on him with my mouth, the more he moaned. I felt so proud of myself. The more I worked the more slick and wet his area got with saliva. This was starting to become fun for me.
I grazed his hole slightly with my tongue. It was warm. Real warm. So I decided to try that out…
I cant remember the year, but I do remember back then I had limited access to porn. Most of it was thumbnails of pictures. In a few I had seen, one guy was licking the other’s asshole. I had always been curious as to how that would work. I had wondered what it would taste like, and how it would feel. So I decided to give it a shot. Why not? This was my first time after all, and hearing him moan was getting me worked up and making me feel a little adventurous.
…I tried it, and it was FUCKING AWESOME! There I was eating a complete stranger’s ass out. I couldn’t believe it.
“Get naked!” he ordered almost immediately.
I pulled away from his hole and took my hand off his cock and balls. Shirt came off. Unzipped my shorts. They fell. Took off my socks, and brought down my boxers. I stood there naked.
“Turn around,” he said
So I did and continued to stand there naked.
He came up behind me, and started kissing my neck and down my shoulders.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” he whispered in my ear.
What happened next was a blur. One second I was standing there naked, the next I was on my back and he was pushing inside me. I don’t remember much about this part other than it hurt. I also remember that he took me in several different positions, on my stomach, chest down and ass up, on my side and doggy. I remember that he used me pretty good but how it all happened I can’t remember.
Was it the beer? Was it the fear?
The next thing I know, I’m on my back again and he is jerking off at my face.
“Open your mouth,” he managed to say with a deep sigh.
So again, I did.
He moaned loudly as he shot. The first squirt hit my bottom lip. The next, my cheek. I don’t know why I did what I did next, but I took him back in my mouth as he shot the rest of his huge load.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed and almost doubled over.
I guess he had not been expecting that. I opened my eyes and looked up into his.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “That was fucking hot!”
He finished cumming and took his dick out of my mouth, and I swallowed my first load of “boy cum.”
“I can’t believe you just did that,” he admitted a few seconds later.
“I thought you might like it?” I said a little confused. Did he really enjoy it?
“Do you wanna cum?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Uhmm sure?” I replied, a little hesitant. I had never cum in front of another person before.
He laid down beside me, immediately reaching for my balls and then straight down to my perineum and found my still tender hole. He started to rub it, and slowly inserted a finger. I started to jack off, slowly at first, still not sure that this would work out.
He then picked up the pace in which he penetrated me. My hole adjusted to his fingers and was not quite as tender. I soon found my self gripping his fingers with my hole in time with his penetrations and my dick grew rock hard in my hand.
He moved in closer, nibbled on my ear and moaned slightly for me. Rubbing his cheek against mine he said,
“Your hole is so nice and warm…so fucking wet…did you like me fucking you? Did you like my fat dick inside you?”
At this point my body went on auto-pilot because the next thing I’m cumming all over myself.
We laid there for a minute or two, my breathing slowly subsiding.
“Are you sure that was your first time?” he asked
“Yeah,” I said sheepishly.
“Man, you were pretty experienced for being a virgin,” he said. “That dirty talk really got you off, you took 3 of my fingers and you swallowed my load. And, no bottom has ever rimmed me before,” he added.
I remember that him pointing this out made me feel completely put on the spot, embarrassed and uncomfortable. I must have blushed. He took the cue and said,
“Let’s go get cleaned up.”
As we made our way to the bathroom my mind was racing and overflowing with emotional confusion…Did I really do this? Is 3 fingers a good thing? A bad thing? Was it really dirty talk that got me off? What does this mean?
About 10 minutes later we’re both clean, dressed and the bedroom we were in was back in the state we found it.
Fast forward 20 – 25 minutes or so, we’re back outside my house.
“You were fucking great,” he said.
“Thanks,” I replied.
“I had fun. I hope you did too,” he said
I remember just smiling at him and immediately looking down.
I stepped out of the car and closed the door. Turned around and walked up to my front door. I gave a glance back but he had already left. I hadn’t even heard him pull away.
I had just lost my virginity to a complete stranger
Another half-an-hour later, we ended up at one of his friend’s house. He was there too. There was plenty of beer. He offered me one. I accepted. I was under age, I did not know any better at all. So after a single beer, I was totally buzzed and ready to give him anything he wanted. He wanted my mouth around his cock. He wanted his cock in my ass.
The next thing I know I am giving him head. I don’t even remember us kissing, or his pants dropping. But, there I was, on my knees, my head between his thighs, dick in my mouth. It was the first time I was doing this and I did not know a thing. His cock felt awkward in my mouth but I tried my best. He was not BIG by any standard. I’d measure him at probably 5 or 5.5 inches, but what he lacked in length he made up in girth. It certainly was thick, and it had a really nice look to it. Thinking back, he actually had one of the prettiest cocks I’ve ever seen. Sure, it was not big, but had it been two or three inches longer, he could be packing the perfect cut cock. It was straight, thick and circumcised to perfection. No unnaturally grotesque veins, bumps or scares. Smooth.
I sucked it. I licked it. I blew on it with my mouth. Nibbled on it. I even tried getting my tongue in the slit. I was doing every conceivable thing I could do with my tongue to pleasure his cock. He stayed hard so I figured I was doing something right, but I had no confidence, whatsoever, in what I was doing.
“My balls,” he whispered, almost in a half moan.
I have always taken instruction pretty well so I knew immediately what he wanted. I took my mouth off his cock, and dove straight for his balls. They were hairy. And small. Not exactly something that turned me on or drove me wild, but I was determined to please him. It was at that moment that it hit me: I was there to please him. I’m not sure how it happened, but it just made sense. I was there to help him get off. I wanted him to cum. So, the same way I had worked on his cock, I began working on his balls. Doing everything I could with my lips, tongue and mouth that I thought would bring him pleasure. It was then that I started to go for his inner thigh. And from there, up, back to his balls. I had often played withhis perineum, so I decided to try and lick him there. When I did, he moaned loudly.
I then became aware of my hands. They had been on his thighs the entire time. I decided to put them to work. One went straight for his dick and the other for his balls as I worked the underside of his balls with my mouth.
Again, I was doing everything I could to orally please him. This time I felt a little better because the harder I worked on him with my mouth, the more he moaned. I felt so proud of myself. The more I worked the more slick and wet his area got with saliva. This was starting to become fun for me.
I grazed his hole slightly with my tongue. It was warm. Real warm. So I decided to try that out…
I cant remember the year, but I do remember back then I had limited access to porn. Most of it was thumbnails of pictures. In a few I had seen, one guy was licking the other’s asshole. I had always been curious as to how that would work. I had wondered what it would taste like, and how it would feel. So I decided to give it a shot. Why not? This was my first time after all, and hearing him moan was getting me worked up and making me feel a little adventurous.
…I tried it, and it was FUCKING AWESOME! There I was eating a complete stranger’s ass out. I couldn’t believe it.
“Get naked!” he ordered almost immediately.
I pulled away from his hole and took my hand off his cock and balls. Shirt came off. Unzipped my shorts. They fell. Took off my socks, and brought down my boxers. I stood there naked.
“Turn around,” he said
So I did and continued to stand there naked.
He came up behind me, and started kissing my neck and down my shoulders.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” he whispered in my ear.
What happened next was a blur. One second I was standing there naked, the next I was on my back and he was pushing inside me. I don’t remember much about this part other than it hurt. I also remember that he took me in several different positions, on my stomach, chest down and ass up, on my side and doggy. I remember that he used me pretty good but how it all happened I can’t remember.
Was it the beer? Was it the fear?
The next thing I know, I’m on my back again and he is jerking off at my face.
“Open your mouth,” he managed to say with a deep sigh.
So again, I did.
He moaned loudly as he shot. The first squirt hit my bottom lip. The next, my cheek. I don’t know why I did what I did next, but I took him back in my mouth as he shot the rest of his huge load.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed and almost doubled over.
I guess he had not been expecting that. I opened my eyes and looked up into his.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “That was fucking hot!”
He finished cumming and took his dick out of my mouth, and I swallowed my first load of “boy cum.”
“I can’t believe you just did that,” he admitted a few seconds later.
“I thought you might like it?” I said a little confused. Did he really enjoy it?
“Do you wanna cum?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Uhmm sure?” I replied, a little hesitant. I had never cum in front of another person before.
He laid down beside me, immediately reaching for my balls and then straight down to my perineum and found my still tender hole. He started to rub it, and slowly inserted a finger. I started to jack off, slowly at first, still not sure that this would work out.
He then picked up the pace in which he penetrated me. My hole adjusted to his fingers and was not quite as tender. I soon found my self gripping his fingers with my hole in time with his penetrations and my dick grew rock hard in my hand.
He moved in closer, nibbled on my ear and moaned slightly for me. Rubbing his cheek against mine he said,
“Your hole is so nice and warm…so fucking wet…did you like me fucking you? Did you like my fat dick inside you?”
At this point my body went on auto-pilot because the next thing I’m cumming all over myself.
We laid there for a minute or two, my breathing slowly subsiding.
“Are you sure that was your first time?” he asked
“Yeah,” I said sheepishly.
“Man, you were pretty experienced for being a virgin,” he said. “That dirty talk really got you off, you took 3 of my fingers and you swallowed my load. And, no bottom has ever rimmed me before,” he added.
I remember that him pointing this out made me feel completely put on the spot, embarrassed and uncomfortable. I must have blushed. He took the cue and said,
“Let’s go get cleaned up.”
As we made our way to the bathroom my mind was racing and overflowing with emotional confusion…Did I really do this? Is 3 fingers a good thing? A bad thing? Was it really dirty talk that got me off? What does this mean?
About 10 minutes later we’re both clean, dressed and the bedroom we were in was back in the state we found it.
Fast forward 20 – 25 minutes or so, we’re back outside my house.
“You were fucking great,” he said.
“Thanks,” I replied.
“I had fun. I hope you did too,” he said
I remember just smiling at him and immediately looking down.
I stepped out of the car and closed the door. Turned around and walked up to my front door. I gave a glance back but he had already left. I hadn’t even heard him pull away.
I had just lost my virginity to a complete stranger
Friday, October 15, 2010
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.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
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…
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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
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