Bare Encounters
The adventures of a bareback bottom.
So after Lantern, Anonymous 1 and that other guy I was about ready to pack in and head to bed. I was really tired... and yet I didn't. I cruised for more cock. Then Vader sent me a message on gay.com.
Me: Horned up?
Vader: always. 
Me: Up for something?
Vader: what do you want? 
Me: I could be over there with my ass in the air for your using in ~15 minutes.
Vader: mmmmmmm that could be nice. 
Me: Got a load to give me?
Vader: always. 
Me: I'll head on over then...
Fifteen minutes later, he was behind in his garage me feeling me up. He slid my gym shorts down exposing my ass for his hands to rub. He was all business and completely in control. The only thing I got to choose was which object I was going to get fucked on. I opted for his car. He bent me over the back of his car and slid in to the hilt.

"Ohhhh... nice ass. When's the last time you got fucked?"

"Last Sunday." A little white lie to get a top even more horned up never hurt anyone...

He fucked me hard from the start, his balls slapping against mine as he alternated between long dicking me and just inserting the head through my needy ass lips. With each thrust he pressed me harder against the car, shaking it. He wadded my t-shirt up and used it like a pair of reins, pulling me onto his cock with each thrust. When he got tired of the t-shirt, he grabbed my hair. He was a total stud.

The first time we fucked he asked me if I wanted his cum. This time he knew he didn't need to ask. He just started grunting and held his cock in me as he coated my insides with his load.

I finally got his name, and I think I'll definitely be seeing more of him. 

Four guys in one night... I'm drained to the point of exhaustion. It's not like I sat there and they came to me; I cruised for and bagged each one. Yet even as I type this, knowing I'm too tired to function, my cock is rock hard and wanting more...

Omaha seriously needs a bathhouse.

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While I was trying to score a persian guy with a 13" cock, I ended up snagging a really great fuck from a different source. Forty minutes later, I was at his place. He showed me down to his basement, where he had a couch with a sheet over it... He pulled my shirt off and then pulled on my nips, which are super sensitive but it hurt in such a good way.

He got my pants off, then he pushed me down on the couch. I felt a few drops of cool lube splatter against my hole and then he started to work his cock back and forth before finally, he slid in.

I don't think I've accurately described how I feel about the act... I get this giddy sense about me when a guy slides into me. It's like I'm meant for this; I've found my place in life. I don't want the feeling to stop. ...and when a guy finally unloads in me, and I can feel his warmth and wetness filling me up... there's just nothing else like it in this world.

He was a really good fuck. He started off slow, and before I knew it he brought his chest down onto my back and asked me if I wanted it. I moaned a "yes," and he arched up and slammed deeper, giving me his load.

Afterward, he put on a Star Wars shirt. I've got a special place in my heart for geeks... so we'll call him Vader. I left, and made sure to keep his load in me all night long. It occurred to me, about 3 AM that I'd never even gotten his name.

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