Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2003 15:42:33 -0400 From: Mark <markblastoff@hotmail.com> Subject: Deceptively Fun 5 WARNING: With any sexual encounter, you should always carefully consideryour options and make conscious choices, knowing the possible results ofyour decisions. You should be fully aware of your surroundings and theactivities of all participants, especially knowing not everyone istrustworthy, no matter how many muscles he has or how big his cock is. Ifyou choose to use condoms and you are the bottom, consider bringing yourown condoms and compatible lube. Remember, the only truly "safe sex" is sexalone or no sex at all. Deceptively Fun 5 By Mark (The fifth in a series.) (The standard disclaimers apply. Leave the flames at home, I don't want to hear 'em. markblastoff@hotmail.com) Have you seen those so-called psychics on TV? You know the ones that claim to speak to the dead? They start with shit like, "I am being told to talk to someone with a name that starts with a D. Is there a Dave or Davis or David out there?" Consider me your fucking psychic. Literally. When I get to chatting with guys online, you get a sense. I have a sixth sense for my seven-inch dick. I know what to say to fuck my raw dick deep into their ass. And even if I do it "safe," my cum ALWAYS ends up inside them. Everyone breaks down into four groups: - People who say they only fuck safely when, in fact, they'll fuck bareback if they think you're hot enough. - People who say they will fuck bareback if they "trust" you. - People who fuck bareback as long as you say you're "neg." - Pigs. So I am talking to Mr. Safe Sex online the other day. I don't quite understand how someone can claim to be "uninhibited" but looking for "safe, sane" sex. "Do you like to get fucked?" I ask him. "Yeah, I love it," he replies. "But I don't get it enough." "Why not?" I type back. There's a pause. But I know he's itching to tell me. My guess was correct, seeing how his online two pictures just show an ass and a cock. "I have a boyfriend who's a bottom," he says. "I always end up fucking him." Thing about guys who are cheating - never mention the word "bareback." They freak. "So come over and sit on mine then," I write back. "Are you discrete? Neg and d/d free?" he asks, wanting to know if 1. I will try to tell him boyfriend. 2. If I am negative. 3. If I am drug and disease free. "I'm cool, dude. You have no worries," I reply. Truth is, I have no idea. Chances are I've probably fucked your boyfriend if he's a halfway decent looking bottom. I haven't been tested in years. I do like poppers but I have no interest in drugs. And I keep a good stockpile of antibiotics from online pharmacies if I think I've ended up with something unsavory, but so far, nothing's happened. The only things that squirt out my cock is cum and piss. Bottoms are welcome to both. I give him directions and invite him over. He shows up a blond god, about 33 years old, with very short wavy hair, blue eyes, no facial hair. He's about 5-foot-11 with a meaty build. It's not hard to figure out quickly that he's military. We start making out, with deep wet kisses. I lift his shirt and start running my fingers through his furry chest. I love hairy blond guys. I finally find his left nipple and start tweaking it. That's a button. He's now kissing me much harder. I really dig into his nip with my fingernails and he moans into our kiss. It just takes finding the thing that makes a guy open up and get hot. For this man, he likes nip action. Some bottoms just like to be used, but if you're used to being a top, you generally need a little more care. So after a short period, I've got him completely naked and I am slobbering all over his cock. I am really working it and multitasking, using both hands to try and tune in an Eastern European radio station on his nips. As I slobber enough, his smooth balls are coated with my spit. I take one hand off his nip and grab his balls -- working them with the whole intention of heading south. Then I tickle his hole, with a finger while sucking. He's digging it, so I push a little. He may be a top at home and his thick six inches is in my mouth, but his hole clenched then opened up. I don't wait. I push my index finger all the way in and tap on his prostate. I am rewarded. He bucks up against my open mouth. I taste a spurt of precum and he's moaning like a poltergeist. I leave his nips along to push up his legs and start eating out his hole. He puts his hands on his nips and gets to work. I just tongue his hole. I come up for air, beginning to kiss him and working my shorts off. My spring-loaded cock is up, leaking and ready. He leaves his legs up as an open invitation. I don't need to be asked twice. I position my cock at his hole while I kiss him. He doesn't move away or push forward. But I know what he wants. I shove it all the way in. He screams with a guttural grunt. He opens his eyes and looks right into mine. I remain deep inside him. I don't pull out. He doesn't pull away. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he begins to whimper a little. His cock acts more like a faucet, with precum spilling out onto his furry belly. I pull back and begin to pump. "FUCK! That feels so good!" he's grunting. I pick up the pace and pressure, slamming into his ass harder. I know I don't have too long. I have to cum before him. If I cum after him, I won't get to stay in his ass. And since he gets fucked so rarely, I doubt he has any endurance. "Oh FUCK MAN!" he's now looking at me. "I've needed this!" "You're gonna get it too," I growl back at him. He reaches down to his cock. I know what that means. He's just about ready. So I begin slamming in earnest. I pick up the pace and get myself right to the edge. "Oh fuck! OH fuck! OH FUCK! OOOOOOOOO FFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!" I feel his ass clench down and I bury my cock deep. I let the load go, deep into his gut. Little top boy had got juicy spunk deep in his gut. His load arches across his chest and lands on his left shoulder. The rest dribbles out and his cock shrinks almost immediately. I pull out almost as quickly as I went in. I'm breathing hard. He's still got his eyes closed. I know he's feeling good but starting that guilt shit. Guilty he cheated. Guilty he got barebacked. Guilty he's gay. Who the fuck knows? I roll off and he's up, running to the bathroom. A few minutes, he comes back, looking for his clothes and not looking at me. My cock is still hard and coated with a little cum, spit and ass juices. "I gotta get going," he says, pulling on his pants. He doesn't bother with his shoes and socks. He's out the door with his shirt still over his shoulder. I chuckle. A few days later, I'm online and get a message from him. "Hey, you said you were neg, right?" he's back. There's not even a hello. "Yea man," I type. "Cool." He replies "You had a great ass," I respond after a long pause. "Thanks," he writes back. Eventually, I close the window. But he pops up again. "It was really hot although I shouldn't have let it happen," he says. "Why?" I ask. "I'm usually safe," he says. "Did you like it?" I ask. "Yes," he types back. "Did you want it?" I press on. There's a pause. He's contemplating. But I know what he'll finally say. "Yes." "Then relax," I type. "You have nothing to worry about." There's another long pause. "Think we could do it again but use a condom next time?" I chuckle. He did come over. I did fuck him. I did NOT use a condom.