Date: Sun, 04 Jan 2004 21:09:19 +0000 From: Mark G Subject: Deceptively Fun 16 WARNING: With any sexual encounter, you should always carefully consider your options and make conscious choices, knowing the possible results of your decisions. You should be fully aware of your surroundings and the activities of all participants, especially knowing not everyone is trustworthy, no matter how many muscles he has or how big his cock is. If you choose to use condoms and you are the bottom, consider bringing your own condoms and compatible lube. Remember, the only truly "safe sex" is sex alone or no sex at all. Deceptively Fun 16 By Mark (The 16th in a series.) (Leave the flames at home; I don't want to hear 'em. I do enjoy hearing from people who enjoyed my stories and I like hearing adventures. Bottoms interested in getting fucked or any tops interested in tag-teaming should drop me a line. markblastoff@hotmail.com) You know, it's funny how many "safe" tops I hear from that say they get soft while fucking with a condom. No wonder. Society is all about putting a "safe" distance between you and everyone else. Whether it's masks to keep away germs or gloves to prevent contaminants from leaking into our food or that "personal space" between you and the hot guy you're talking with. Life is messy. We always seem to be trying to clean it up. So I am chatting online with this hot little number who lives too fucking close to believe it. We do not clarify whether he's in the "safe" camp, which is fine by me. I never arrive with a condom in those situations. I think the, "I'm out of condoms" is a passive-aggressive way of saying, "Please fuck me raw." I mean, how often do people run out of the essentials. In my book, fucking is essential. So the guy's setting up a three way cause he's never been doublefucked and he wants to try it out. The other top is nothing more than a dick shot, so I'm not certain what I am getting myself into. The good news is the bottom is a hottie... 5-foot-6 with auburn hair, smooth and almost tightly muscular -- although with a nice layer of winter fat on top. So I'm the first one there and we chit chat before he starts kissing on me and rubbing my cock through my jeans in order to get an estimation of whether it will fit. My 7-cut throbber goes rock hard for him, convincing him he's in for a treat. Then the other top shows up. Well, he's not bad. A little overweight, but then again, so am I. Hell, unless you're some fucking gym god, we could all stand to lose a few pounds. But he needs to loose a few more than me. We head to the bedroom and get naked. The bottom is totally smooth, although touching some parts of his tanned skin, it's artificial smoothness. The other top is a little hairy, at 6-feet tall and light brown hair and somewhere around 210 pounds. And I'm in the middle of the hairy scale. We start kissing and jerking. But in one of the top's hands, he's already holding a condom. It's still in the wrapper. He brought it with him. It's his safety blanket. No tongue with him, either. Almost a dry kiss. Damn, I like it when it's wet. But the bottom is satisfying me in that way and, it becomes obvious who's going to have the most fun. I'll cut to the chase. After a little sucking, we all climb onto the bed and the bottom is sucking my cock when the top puts on his condom and slides his covered cock into the bottom. He is a machine, just slamming the cock into the bottom without any real finnesse. But the good news is he uses plenty of lube. So I am on my back, the bottom is sucking my cock, on his knees with his ass in the air. That's when I pull him forward, off of my cock, for a nice, juicy kiss. The other top is suddenly fucking air, but I don't care. As we kiss, I gently move the bottom so his knees are on either side of me and his ass is right in place. My spit-soaked cockhead is gently prodding at the hole when a hand grabs it. At first, I'm thinking the other top is going to put a fucking condom on me, but he doesn't. He's adding a little lube (which, could be a preparation for a condom, but I scoot up a little and he lets me go). Then I am pushing up at the ass and the bottom gets the hint, arching his back the right way for my cock to enter him. Damn, the other top does NOT know what he's missing. This boy has a tight, hot hole. He doesn't need to get double fucked. He's tight enough as it is. I get a few thrusts into his ass. The bottom is moaning, which I am sure Mr. Safety Top never noticed the bottom did during the earlier assault. But the top man is suddenly there, his fat cockhead is right along the rim of where my cock is inside the bottom's ass. The bottom and I stop moving. I know he wants to try it, so I let him. The good news about the condom is Safety Top is not completely hard... even close to what he was like when we were doing the suck-off thing earlier. But he's forcing the issue, pushing his half-hard six-incher into the boy's hole. It pushes in and he gasps, reaching for the bottle of poppers. Who can blame him? I stay still, although I do borrow the poppers after the boy's done. And the machine gets to work. The tight space along with skin vs. latex requires more lube in a bit, but soon we're just kissing. We let him fuck it out of his system until he shoots into the condom. I mean, the tightness felt good. But I'm in this nice, wet, warm place and this cool plastic thing is rubbing up against me. There's some novelty with it. But Mr. Safety Top never pauses or varies his pace. He's in a safe place, where nothing is disturbed. There's a barrier between him and everyone else in the world. Not us. As he leaves to wash off the dirt of the scene, we kiss deeply. I begin pushing my cock into him, deeper and deeper. That raw space is filled with nothing but us. And he moans more. We fuck for about 10 minutes, sometimes he's hopping up and down on me, his back arched and in a crab position. Other times, I am thrusting up into him, the angle of my cock causing me to slam against his G spot. As he let's loose, shooting his load all over my chest with a few grunts. He looks into my eyes and whispers, "Breed me." It doesn't take long until I am pumping my baby batter into his nicely used ass. I don't shower. I barely wipe off, although Mr. Safety Top is waiting with a warm, wet rag. As we're escorted out, I kiss the bottom as top makes a run for his car. "Next time," I say. "No condoms and let me be in back." He smiles. "You're on." Later on that evening at home, I pull off my undershirt, which sticks to a few crusty remnants of the load shot on my chest. I like it when life gets a little dirty.