That evening in the room, I didn't really feel like talking, but he did. He offered me a glass of Johnny Walker Black and soon was paying me really nice compliments on my looks, my physique, and even my voice. I had played around with guys in *****, but that went no further than jerking off together. However, I found myself becoming aroused when talking to him. He wanted to go down to the bar, but I declined. As he got over to leave, he walked over the the bed I was lying on and grabbed the toes of my bare right foot, squeezed them, and said he'd be back soon. As soon as he had touched my foot, I knew we'd have sex that evening.

He came back a few hours later, and I had the lights out and was in bed undressed except for my shorts. He undressed and climbed into his, and started talking again. After a few minutes, he asked he could get into my bed. My whole body tingled in anticipation, as I told him "yes." I had my back to him as we continued to chat, and he soon moved into a "spoon" position with me. "Do you mind if I touch you," he asked. "No," I replied, and he soon had his hand down the front of my shorts playing with my cock. It was almost like electricity moving through my body, and I was hard instantly. Soon, he had my shorts off, and I was kneeling naked on the bed with him working lube and fingers in my butthole. It burned a little, but I was completely aroused. I was in heaven, I thought. He turned me over and slowly slipped his bare cock in me, all the time asking if it felt ok, checking to see if it hurt. (This was back before I knew to use condoms when being fucked) It didn't. It was wonderful. When he was in and I began to fully relax, he put my feet over his shoulders and began a steady rhythm. It sounds strange, but as soon as I saw my bare feet over my head on a man's shoulders, I truly realized I was having sex with a man. It was incredibly erotic. He wasn't especially handsome, nor did he have a great body, but I didn't care. I felt his balls slap my ass as we fucked, our naked bodies rubbing, saw his face as he enjoyed our sex, the trivial stuff like looks didn't matter. I was moaning and making so much noise, he warned me to be a little quieter or someone might hear. (Gay sex would get you kicked out of the military back then.) Then when he came, his body tensed and he grunted as he pushed his cock in as deep as he could. I loved the sight and the sounds as he orgasmed inside of me. He collapsed on top of me and we hugged and held each other for a while. Later, he gave me a full blow job and I came in his mouth, another first for me.

The next morning I had mixed feelings. When he watched me walk naked to the shower, I felt very sexy, but also embarrassed that I had had sex with a man. It was still something I did not accept, and something that could have gotten my discharged from the military. We never fucked again, but I always remember him and that first time.

I absolutely love being fucked, but almost all of it is with rubbers. I very rarely bareback, and then only with guys I have known, trust, and whom I know have recently tested negative. Yes, I could fuck more bareback, and I would love too, but just not ready for that yet. 

However, before my boyfriend left last summer, we had been fucking bareback regularly. He was completely vanilla guy, but he loved to fuck and he could fuck well. Mostly, however, he would pull out before cumming and jerk off on my stomach, face, or sometimes come directly out of my asshole into my mouth. I loved watching his face and body as he came, seeing those long white jets of hot cum shoot out of his cock, and feeling them on my naked skin or shoot down my throat, we both wanted the pleasure and intimacy of him being able to drain every single drop of cum in his nuts deep inside of me. 

In May, I went to his hotel room after he had just returned from overseas, bring new test results. We had decided that this was going to be an all the way bareback fuck. We were going to make love with nothing between us, nothing but naked man from head-to-toe (well, I did leave on my toe rings as he loved them) from the beginning of his erection to the ejaculation of his last drop of cum without worrying about anything. Just intimate pleasure, and the intimate feel of 2 naked, affectionate men enjoying our time together.  I got to his room, took a quick shower and jumped into bed with him. I spent just a little time sucking on that big, cut, mushroom head cock of his before he flipped me on my back, lubed his beautiful bare cock, put my feet over his shoulders, and slipped it up my ass.  We fucked for over two hours. Totally free, naked-skin on naked-skin. Naked cock skin rubbing directly on my bare anus and bare insides. We fucked without worry as his pre-cum leaked inside me. I was in complete acceptance of him, completely open in every way to every part of him, inside and outside. We spent the tow hours mostly in missionary, my bare feet over his shoulders or around his waist, kissing deeply, hugging, moaning, groaning and grunting. We didn't care if the people in the next room heard us, or heard the bed shaking as we fucked. We were totally lost in the moment and in each other. 

Then he came. He changed his thrust angle a bit as he climbed more on top pushing my legs even closer to my head so he could drive his cock and shoot his cum as deeply as possible. His moans became shouts as he pressed his pubic area tightly against my ass blowing spurts of cum inside me. I held him as tightly as I could wanting every single drop, wanting him to experience the best orgasm of his life. As always, he drew out his orgasm before relaxing on top of me, his softening, cum leaking cock still in my ass.  Unlike many guys claim, I could not feel his cum shoot in me, but I could feel the difference of his bare cock, and the difference of his orgasm. Plus the whole experience was so much more intimate, so much more loving and caring than with a rubber separating us. I only wish I could fuck bareback with a lover all the time.