Belfast Twink Gets Gangbanged In A Bathhouse
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
I had a real hot 'n' heavy weekend, it was fucking awesome. I do mean that literally, spunk is still leaking out of my hole, not really. But it's a nice thought. I'm Trystain, I'm 20 and I'm studying Medicine, don't lecture me - I've already taken my PEP. I'm a pretty average guy: I'm 6' 1" and have buzzcut blonde hair, green eyes, a decent body and an 8" cock (but that's irrelevant, I'm strictly a bottom). I Jog and Swim everyday - morning and evening, I Work-out at the Gym 4 times a week, I Wrestle with a club, go Rock Climbing and I play Gaelic Football and Hurling to keep fit. Wanna know more? Check it out online, I'm not here to talk about sports.
This is the boring background stuff, I'll try to keep it short. My Parents died in a car crash when I was little, my older brother Dylan (12 years older) and his partner Andrei brought me up. Dylan and Andrei aren't just life partners, they're business partners too, they own the Kremlin Associates (the largest and most popular group of gay venues in Belfast). It's a curse, everyone on the scene knows I'm Dylan's litttle brother. This makes it near impossible to get fucked (no kidding), guys are reluctant to even talk to me, because of the possible ramafications. You'd think that Dylan and Andrei were part of the gay mafia or something, the way some guy's get on around me. In a way these guys are right, I know Dylan and Andrei have their small army of staff looking out for me. I do mean small army, there's 1 bar, 2 clubs and a bath-house - each with a full compliment of staff and security staff to keep me out of trouble. So here's the thing, non-scene guys don't have a clue who I am, they don't worry about getting barred or whatever, because they fucked me or pissed me off. That has become the solution, to my little problem. I go to the Pipeworks (Dylan and Andrei's bath-house), it's possible for me to go every weekend - without arousing suspicion, as a bunch of my friends work there. I can claim I'm just going to see them, usually I end up talking to them instead of getting fucked - it's bloody depressing. None of that is necessary anymore, about a year ago Outside opened (a new bath-house, not owned by Dylan and Andrei). Dylan and Andrei have decided Kremlin Associates staff are not to frequent Outside, they didn't say anything about me not frequenting Outside. So after a year of towing the party line, I decided to go for it, I visited Outside and I was fucked senseless. Total freedom! Awesome!
I pressed the buzzer and waited for security lock to disable, which was nevre-racking. I just kept thing about, the hordes of people that know me and my small army of protectors - primarily about that fact that they were all less than a minutes walk away. But once I was inside, they were no longer an issue. As I approached the counter, I recognised the guy behind it - he was wearing dark jeans and a white shirt, his name was Shaun. He owned this place, but he used to be the Managing Director of the Kremlin Associates. He took my money and handed me a towel and a locker key, then said "Hi Trystain, how are Dylan and Andrei." He just wanted me to know he recognised me, I know he doesn't give a shit about Dylan and Andrei - as they didn't have a pleasant parting of the ways. When he left the Kremlin Associates, he relinquished his duty as my bodyguard, I hoped. He said "Have a good one", pressumably to indicate he no longer cared what I got up to. In the locker-room, I noticed a poster which stated that it was a fetish night and suggested possible attire - Leather, Uniform, Sports Gear, Swimwear, Underwear or Naked. There were a few other suggestions which I ignored, they didn't really appeal to me. I stripped off my clothes, keeping my underwear, a pair of white, tight-fitting Aussie Bum trunks with a Pink waistband. Then I went upstairs, to check out the action. There was about 10 cubicles - 2 of which were seperated by "prison bars", a large dark room with a shower, a screening area - with a 2 tier bench and a widecreen TV, showing a decent bareback flick, 6 small cubicles with gloryholes and 2 large cubicles - 1 with a Sling and the other with a St Andrew's Cross.
I checked out the guys, 2 were wearing leather - Chaps, Jocks and Chest Harnesses, 1 was wearing a uniform - PSNI (Police Service of Northern Ireland) official, 2 were wearing Suits, Shirt and Tie, 6 had underwear on - an unspecified numbers of Jocks, Briefs and Boxers. 3 had badly ripped Jeans - no underwear, 1 had a wrestling singlet, 3 more had various sporting attire and 5 more were completely naked. One naked guy: about my age, dark floppy hair, mega skinny with a 6" cock went to a gloryhole and gave me a nod. I went to the other side of the partition, Naked-guy's cock was already in the hole waiting for some attention, I hunkered down took his cock in my mouth and swallowed his shaft as deep as I could - as deep as the partition would allow. I withdrew, then swallowed Naked-guy's cock whole, again. I kept on doing deep-throat on that beautiful cock, feeling it stiffen in my mouth. After a few minutes sucking Naked-guy's cock to full hardness, I decided Naked-guy should fuck me. I stood up, ripped some lube open with my teeth, applied it to my tight little pucker and took a large hit of poppers. Then I took Naked-guy's cock in my hand, turned to face away from him, bent over and slipped his cock into my waiting ass. A gasp of delight escaped my lips, as Naked-guy's cock filled my ass, Naked-guy withdrew and thrust his cock back into me - God it felt good. As Naked-guy fucked me, I cursed the partition, the 1/2", that was preventing me from feeling all of Naked-guy's cock. Naked-guy's cock continued to slip to and from the tight, wet grip of my hole. After about 5 minutes, Naked-guy's breathing becomes shallow and raspy, he whispers "Do you want me to cum in you." So I whisper back "Yes." The second the word escapes me, Naked-guy begins to buck wildly, his cock twitches and spasms inside me. I know he spermed my hole, for him it's all over, but for me this night is just beginning.
After Naked-guy came, I left the gloryhole and began to wander around. I went to the screening area - there were 3 guys sitting watching, some little twink take a big bare bear cock, in the video. Another naked guy in his 50's, silver fox, pretty hot - awesomely good shape, for his age or any age. And 2 guys in underwear: 1 was about 30, had a bit of a gut, skinhead with heavily tattooed arms and wearing blue plaid boxers - the other was 21 or 22, short ginger hair, glasses with a decent body and wearing a pair of black and white Dolce and Gabbana briefs. Silver-fox was jacking-off, while Skinhead and Designer-briefs watched and played with their cocks through their underwear. I decided to join them, I knelt in front of Silver-fox and took his already hard cock in my mouth, Silver-fox was packing some serious meat, about 9" of thick tube-steak, there was no way I could deep-throat this guy - so he grabbed my ears and re-trained me. He held me down until his cock passed my Tonsils, then let me up and guided me back down his shaft again. Either Skinhead or Designer-briefs pulled my trunks down, I felt a tongue on my ass and looked back to see who's it was - Designer-briefs was rimming me, fuck he was good at it. As soon as he tasted the spunk in my hole, he went into overdrive and started felching me for a he was worth. Designer-briefs said "Fuck him", to Skinhead. I had gone back to sucking Silver-fox's cock, so I had no idea what was happening behind me. But I assume Skinhead tried to get some condoms, Designer-briefs was saying "No condoms, I want to suck your load out of his hole." Skinhead was happy to oblige, I took a quick look behind me, wanted to see Skinhead's cock before he fucked me. Skinhead's cock was sticking out the opening of his boxers, it was pretty average - about 5" long, but was pretty thick. I took a big hit of poppers and started to suck Silver-fox again. Skinhead slid his cock into me and started to pound me, the guy had absolutely no finesse - he was as rough as appearance might suggest. After a couple minutes good hard pounding, Skinhead shot his load in my ass - Designer-briefs went to felch my hole and Silver-fox stopped him. Saying "Do you want to suck my load of his ass too." Designer-briefs was delighted at this prospect, so Silver-fox rolled me on to my back and buried his 9" cock in my spunk soaked hole. Silver-fox fucked me hard, sliding his big cock into my hole and pulling back so far he almost came out again. It was intense, he was dealing up a lot of punishment on my ass. Pounding and pounding away with brutal strokes, harder and harder. After about 10 minutes, Silver-fox let out a loud groan as he bust-a-nut in my ass. Designer-briefs was ready for it, Silver-fox pulled his cock out of my hole and Designer-briefs stuck his tongue back into it. Designer briefs sucked my hole dry, he ate every ounce of spunk in me, then he pulled down his briefs. I caught a quick glimpse of his cock before he slid it up my ass, again pretty average 5" long and not very thick either. But it still felt good inside me, Designer-briefs pounded my ass hard and came quickly, then he ordered me back on to all-fours so he could felch his own spunk from my hole. As Designer-briefs felched my hole and rimmed me, policeman arrived, he settled himself in front of me with his cock hanging out the zip of trousers and I took his cock in my mouth.
Policeman was in 20's, he had brutally short blonde hair and a handsome face. I assumed he had a good body, his uniform clung in all the right places. I sucked Policeman's cock as deep as I could, easy when he was still soft, but it didn't take him long to get hard. Hard he was 7" and wanted to fuck me, he ordered me into the missionary position and pushed his cock into my already well-fucked hole. Policeman lifted me off the bench and carried me to the sling. Once I was in the sling, Policeman started to give me a good fuck, pounding my ass hard. God it was heaven, Policeman slammed his dick into my hole, as he held my ankles. He opened me up more with each thrust, fucking me good and hard. The rattling of the chains supporting the sling attracted additonal attention, the 2 guys in leather had showed up. Guy 1, 'leather stud' was tall and well muscled, he had short black hair and olive skin, his 5" cock was thick, veiny and cut - he was wearing a leather studded chest harness, a leather peaked cap and chunky New Rock boots. Guy 2, 'hairy bear' was a stereotypical bear, in his 50's, he had a really hairy torso which was displaying signs of middle-age, a full beard and handlebar moustache, his 6" cock looked delicious and he was dressed in leather chaps, a leather zip-front pouch, a leather vest, a leather peaked cap and army boots. Leather-stud and Hairy-bear stood on each side of me and took turns to fuck my throat, while Policeman fucked my hole. Policeman says, "I'm gonna cum, open that hole up for me boy, take my load", he grunts a little and roars like some kind of wild animal. Then he pulls his cock out of my spunked up hole and walks off, Leather-stud and Hairy-bear decide my ass needs some more abuse. Hairy-bear goes first, sliding his cock into my guts, he fucks me slow and easy with deep penetrating strokes and works himself close to the point of cumming. Then he steps aside so Leather-stud can take over, Leather-stud plants his cock deep and fucks me hard - taking very shallow strokes, hardly withdrawing at all and working himself close to the point of cumming. Leather-stud and Hairy-bear were about to change places, when Shaun comes in pulling his cock through the zip of his jeans, he's already hard and packing decent meat, about 6" long, cut and beer-can thick. Shaun approaches the sling and slips his hard, raw cock into my waiting asshole, it feels so good. After a few minutes letting me milk his cock, Shaun decides he wants to ride and starts pounding my ass hard, he really wants to open me up. I snort some poppers and relax, letting Shaun violate my cunt with his deep, brutal strokes. The guy is a really talented fuck, he keeps pushing me closer to ejaculation, before settling into a slower rhythm - invading me and keeping me on a short leash, just shy of orgasmic bliss. It's cruel, but I loved every second of it, I guess Shaun want's to make this fuck last. He keeps alternating styles hard, brutal thrusts which bring me close to cumming - then slow, deep almost loving strokes to keep me on the edge. Hard almost violent then slow and tender, he keeps this up for the duration of the fuck. Shaun's technique was amazing, he's been inside me for minutes, hours maybe even days - I have completely lost track of time. But I am pulled back to reality with a loud grunt, a familiar twitching inside my ass and a vaguely warm sensation as Shaun's spunk floods my guts. Shaun's gruff voice pulls me even further back to reality, saying "Cheers kid, been wanting to do that since first time I saw you, your ass is just as sweet as I dreamed it would be." Outside my head, I'm still in the sling - Leather-stud and Hairy-bear are still there, waiting to fill my now gaping hole with their own loads. Leather-stud goes first slipping his cock into me and fucking me with the same shallow but deeply planted strokes as before, this time he continues fucking me - past his own point of no return, unable to keep himself from cumming, he adds his own load to my sperm filled ass, goes soft and withdraws. Hairy-bear takes over, fucking me with the same slow, deep penetrating strokes as before. 5 minutes and countless strokes later, a loud groan escapes from Hairy-bear's lips as his steaming, hot spunk fills up my ass.
I drag myself from the sling, pull my underwear back on and go to 1 of the cubicles, being fucked really is exhausting - not that I'm complaining. Anyway I lie on the bench, with the door open. After a few minutes, I hear a voice above me saying "I thought I recognised you Trystain, want me to fuck you as well." I look up and see the guy in the Wrestling singlet standing there, I know him, his name is Matthew, he's my age and a member of my Wrestling club. He's hot and I've noticed that before now, he always wins when spar together, because my mind wanders to thoughts of him pinning me, ripping out the back of my Wrestling singlet and planting his big cock in my hole. Anyway, Matthew is fine, he's my age, about 5' 11", he has the sort of body that looks good in a Wrestling singlet and the sort of cock that can't be contained by a Wrestling singlet, he has brown spikey hair and dark eyes. Without waiting for an answer Matthew pulls his cock through the leg cuff of his Wrestling singlet and shoves it down my throat. It doesn't take long for that big soft slab to get hard. 9" and monsterously thick, uncut and generously veined. While I'm choking on his cock Matthew says, "I've been watching you all night, you sure do like cock up your hole. But I can never find condoms that fit, it's a shame, because I really want to oblige you." I get on all-fours, pull my trunks down, take a few hits of poppers and decide there's enough spunk in my hole to lube up Matthew's cock. Then I say, "Do it, I wanna feel you inside me. I dream about you doing this everytime you pin me in the club, I want your cock. Fuck me!" I feel, pressure and pain as Matthew's cock slips slowly into me. It really hurts Matthew is bigger than almost every guy that's ever fucked me. Matthew's balls slap against my ass, he's all the way in and holds off on fucking me, until I give him the go ahead. I take a few big hits of poppers then start grind my ass and pulling away, Matthew reads this as an indication am ready and starts to piledrive my ass with his big meaty Jackhammer. It feels incredible, it's awesome to just be stuffed with cock, especially this cock. I've never felt this full before, unfortunately Matthew's stamina in the Wrestling ring doesn't match his stamina during sex. He starts to gasp "I'm gonna cum, I'm not wearing a condom, where do I cum. Fuck, I'm gonna cum." I don't even get a chance to say "Cum In Me", Matthew's cock starts to twitch and spasm in my ass and his sperm fills up my guts. Matthew pulls his cock from my ass, tucks it back into his Wrestling singlet and walks off. Before I even get a chance to move a black guy in a football strip appears at the door, He's a skinhead and looks like he's in good shape. He drops his shorts to show me, his smooth 7" chocolate brown cock. I nod, and he steps up to the plate, slipping his already hard, bare cock into my gaping hole and fucking me hard. His cock slids into me with deep, powerful thrusts, which get harder and more brutal as the fuck progresses. He also lacks stamina, so after a couple of minutes it's all over and Black-footballer adds his load to my hole as well.
I'm fucking tired now, literally. But my cunt is telling me, my itch hasn't been scratched yet. I go back to the screening area and a guy in a suit is sitting there. His suit is black, with a blue shirt and tie, the colours set off his dark hair and his handsome chiselled face. He looks like he's in his early 40's and has a thick, hard 7" cock sticking out of his zip. He's stroking his cock lovingly, watching the screen as a blonde muscle guy straddles 2 muscle guys with big cocks and lowers himself bareback, on to both cocks. This seems to be a theme of the night, but that suits me just fine. The business-man is muttering at the screen as he wanks, his German accent is pretty hot. Or maybe I'm just turned on, because I know German's will bareback anyone or anything. I approach Business-man, taking has cock in my hand I say "That looks pretty hot, I bet you want to sink your cock into a nice willing ass, after seeing that." Business-man says "Sure! Is your ass willing, or do you just want to feel my cock?" His German accent goes straight to my balls, I respond by pulling my trunks down and settling myself on Business-man's lap, his cock's aim is true and he slides easily into my cunt. Yet another bare cock inside me, this night is fucking awesome. After a few seconds and a slight adjustment in my postion, I start to ride Business-man's big cock, while taking large hits of poppers. It feels great, my bodyweight is driving Business-man's cock deep into me - right to the balls. Business-man lets me ride his cock for a short time, then he stands both of us up. The change in position puts Business-man in control of the fuck, standing and bending over has left me prone to a really hard fuck, which is exactly what Business-man wants. Business-man starts to fuck me, his cock pistoning in and out of my ass in a brutal fashion. It hurts like hell, nobody has even fucked me so rough before, not even Skinhead or Matthew. More poppers and a prayer that Business-man lack stamina. Business-man grips my hips tightly, there's no chance of getting off his cock, before he's done with me. Hard, jarring, deep penetrating, painful strokes ravage my cunt, this must be what they mean by consentual rape. Christ, it really hurts. 10 minutes later, I just want Business-man to cum. He's getting all the pleasure out of this fuck, he has no style, no technique and no finesse. He has a big cock and I'm sure he'll fire a big load, that is a small consolation as long as he doesn't pull out. Business-man starts to moan, his orgasm impending, one final excruciating thrust and his jizz fills up my hole, he holds me down on his cock, making sure that none of his load is wasted. Then he walks off.
I have no strength in my legs after Business-man's brutal fuck, so I go to the sling again, I lie back put my feet through the straps and make myself available for the next fucker that comes along. It's another naked guy, in his 40's, slightly overweight with blonde hair and real monster cock. It's thick and long, about 10", it resembles a baby's arm and hangs over large, low hanging balls. Without waiting for an invitation Monster-cock comes over and sticks his big bone inside me, even though my cunt is gaping wide open, I can feel Monster-cock filling me up. His balls slap against my ass and he withdraws, I take a long, slow hit of poppers - it is a perfect match for the long, slow strokes of Monster-cock's fuck. It feels amazing, it's slow and deep - without being loving and tender. It feels more like he wants me to memorise the feel of his cock every inch, every vein, every bump and ridge. Almost like a test to see if I can handle it, before the real thing is unleashed. After a couple minutes testing the water, Monster-cock quickens his pace, his strokes are still hard and deep - but they aren't brutal or vicious. The rattling chains of the sling attract another guy, this must be a pretty common occurence. The new guy is also in his 40's, but he's in great shape, he's got a short mohawk, with light 5 o'clock shadow. He's wearing badly ripped jeans without underwear, an inch or so of his cock is hanging out a large hole in the crotch of his jeans, part of a tattoo is visible above the waistband, directly between his cock and his belly button. He says "Carry on, I just want to watch", with an American accent. Monster-cock is pretty happy for this guy to watch, and continues fucking me with the same hard, deep strokes, it feels amazing. My ass is raw, but the sensations are all hightened. I feel full of cock and my over-stretched, over-stimulated ass is screaming for another load. Monster-cock starts to fuck me harder, his breathing is shallow and ragged, a loud yell escapes from him as he cums inside me. Monster-cock walks off and Ripped-jeans decides he wants a go at my hole, he approaches undoing his jeans. My eyes pull focus on his cock, it's thick, hard, cut and 8 or 9" long.
Ripped-jeans shoves his bare cock inside me in an unceremonious fashion, now his cock is inside me it's less of a distraction and I notice his tattoo, now fully visible, is a Bio-hazard symbol. I don't know if it means he's HIV+ or if he just thought it looked cool. But his cock feels so good inside me that I don't care either way, just as long as he fucks me real good. Ripped-jeans knows what he's doing and it feels awesome, his strong, slow, deep strokes feel perfect. This guy has a talent, maybe he's a pornstar. He continues to fuck my gaping hole, pushing all that fresh spunk deeper into me. Ripped-jeans cock just keeps on sliding home, my ass belongs to this guy, or at least to his cock. Strong, steady, constant thrusts open my gaping hole some more, preparing for this guy's load. This is one of the best fucks I've had all night, my cunt is telling me this guy is scratching my itch, the last fuck of the night. Ripped-jeans slows his pace, pushing his cock into me gingerly, luxuriating in the feel of my spunk filled ass. Taking his time as he fucks me, not ready to cum yet. Ripped-jeans is my favourite kind of fuck, one who can make it last, he carries on drilling my hole, deep and hard - enjoying my moans of pleasure, his cock is working hard to make those moans, why shouldn't he enjoy them. Still not ready to cum, Ripped-jeans slows his pace again, he's tender and loving, but I'm not going to kid myself - he's not making love to me, he's making love to the spunk inside me. This guy has come for sloppy seconds and he's getting it, there is probably about 8 loads inside me and this guy saw Monster-cock leave his deposit, he must know I want his jizz inside me as well. Back to the good hard pounding that my ass needs - hard, steady strokes getting faster and harder, more brutal. Ripped-jeans says "Tell me to cum inside you, tell me to sperm your hole, kid." He's still pounding away at my cunt harder and faster, opening me up for his big load. I says "Shoot your big load in me, go on cream my pussy, give me your jizz." This is all the encouragement he needs, he groans and his hips buck wildly, as he shoots his possibly toxic load into my hole. He pulls out and walks away, I go to the locker-room change and leave, my ass can't take anymore abuse. I know I'll think of this night for a long time too come, probably every time I wank.
This is the boring background stuff, I'll try to keep it short. My Parents died in a car crash when I was little, my older brother Dylan (12 years older) and his partner Andrei brought me up. Dylan and Andrei aren't just life partners, they're business partners too, they own the Kremlin Associates (the largest and most popular group of gay venues in Belfast). It's a curse, everyone on the scene knows I'm Dylan's litttle brother. This makes it near impossible to get fucked (no kidding), guys are reluctant to even talk to me, because of the possible ramafications. You'd think that Dylan and Andrei were part of the gay mafia or something, the way some guy's get on around me. In a way these guys are right, I know Dylan and Andrei have their small army of staff looking out for me. I do mean small army, there's 1 bar, 2 clubs and a bath-house - each with a full compliment of staff and security staff to keep me out of trouble. So here's the thing, non-scene guys don't have a clue who I am, they don't worry about getting barred or whatever, because they fucked me or pissed me off. That has become the solution, to my little problem. I go to the Pipeworks (Dylan and Andrei's bath-house), it's possible for me to go every weekend - without arousing suspicion, as a bunch of my friends work there. I can claim I'm just going to see them, usually I end up talking to them instead of getting fucked - it's bloody depressing. None of that is necessary anymore, about a year ago Outside opened (a new bath-house, not owned by Dylan and Andrei). Dylan and Andrei have decided Kremlin Associates staff are not to frequent Outside, they didn't say anything about me not frequenting Outside. So after a year of towing the party line, I decided to go for it, I visited Outside and I was fucked senseless. Total freedom! Awesome!
I pressed the buzzer and waited for security lock to disable, which was nevre-racking. I just kept thing about, the hordes of people that know me and my small army of protectors - primarily about that fact that they were all less than a minutes walk away. But once I was inside, they were no longer an issue. As I approached the counter, I recognised the guy behind it - he was wearing dark jeans and a white shirt, his name was Shaun. He owned this place, but he used to be the Managing Director of the Kremlin Associates. He took my money and handed me a towel and a locker key, then said "Hi Trystain, how are Dylan and Andrei." He just wanted me to know he recognised me, I know he doesn't give a shit about Dylan and Andrei - as they didn't have a pleasant parting of the ways. When he left the Kremlin Associates, he relinquished his duty as my bodyguard, I hoped. He said "Have a good one", pressumably to indicate he no longer cared what I got up to. In the locker-room, I noticed a poster which stated that it was a fetish night and suggested possible attire - Leather, Uniform, Sports Gear, Swimwear, Underwear or Naked. There were a few other suggestions which I ignored, they didn't really appeal to me. I stripped off my clothes, keeping my underwear, a pair of white, tight-fitting Aussie Bum trunks with a Pink waistband. Then I went upstairs, to check out the action. There was about 10 cubicles - 2 of which were seperated by "prison bars", a large dark room with a shower, a screening area - with a 2 tier bench and a widecreen TV, showing a decent bareback flick, 6 small cubicles with gloryholes and 2 large cubicles - 1 with a Sling and the other with a St Andrew's Cross.
I checked out the guys, 2 were wearing leather - Chaps, Jocks and Chest Harnesses, 1 was wearing a uniform - PSNI (Police Service of Northern Ireland) official, 2 were wearing Suits, Shirt and Tie, 6 had underwear on - an unspecified numbers of Jocks, Briefs and Boxers. 3 had badly ripped Jeans - no underwear, 1 had a wrestling singlet, 3 more had various sporting attire and 5 more were completely naked. One naked guy: about my age, dark floppy hair, mega skinny with a 6" cock went to a gloryhole and gave me a nod. I went to the other side of the partition, Naked-guy's cock was already in the hole waiting for some attention, I hunkered down took his cock in my mouth and swallowed his shaft as deep as I could - as deep as the partition would allow. I withdrew, then swallowed Naked-guy's cock whole, again. I kept on doing deep-throat on that beautiful cock, feeling it stiffen in my mouth. After a few minutes sucking Naked-guy's cock to full hardness, I decided Naked-guy should fuck me. I stood up, ripped some lube open with my teeth, applied it to my tight little pucker and took a large hit of poppers. Then I took Naked-guy's cock in my hand, turned to face away from him, bent over and slipped his cock into my waiting ass. A gasp of delight escaped my lips, as Naked-guy's cock filled my ass, Naked-guy withdrew and thrust his cock back into me - God it felt good. As Naked-guy fucked me, I cursed the partition, the 1/2", that was preventing me from feeling all of Naked-guy's cock. Naked-guy's cock continued to slip to and from the tight, wet grip of my hole. After about 5 minutes, Naked-guy's breathing becomes shallow and raspy, he whispers "Do you want me to cum in you." So I whisper back "Yes." The second the word escapes me, Naked-guy begins to buck wildly, his cock twitches and spasms inside me. I know he spermed my hole, for him it's all over, but for me this night is just beginning.
After Naked-guy came, I left the gloryhole and began to wander around. I went to the screening area - there were 3 guys sitting watching, some little twink take a big bare bear cock, in the video. Another naked guy in his 50's, silver fox, pretty hot - awesomely good shape, for his age or any age. And 2 guys in underwear: 1 was about 30, had a bit of a gut, skinhead with heavily tattooed arms and wearing blue plaid boxers - the other was 21 or 22, short ginger hair, glasses with a decent body and wearing a pair of black and white Dolce and Gabbana briefs. Silver-fox was jacking-off, while Skinhead and Designer-briefs watched and played with their cocks through their underwear. I decided to join them, I knelt in front of Silver-fox and took his already hard cock in my mouth, Silver-fox was packing some serious meat, about 9" of thick tube-steak, there was no way I could deep-throat this guy - so he grabbed my ears and re-trained me. He held me down until his cock passed my Tonsils, then let me up and guided me back down his shaft again. Either Skinhead or Designer-briefs pulled my trunks down, I felt a tongue on my ass and looked back to see who's it was - Designer-briefs was rimming me, fuck he was good at it. As soon as he tasted the spunk in my hole, he went into overdrive and started felching me for a he was worth. Designer-briefs said "Fuck him", to Skinhead. I had gone back to sucking Silver-fox's cock, so I had no idea what was happening behind me. But I assume Skinhead tried to get some condoms, Designer-briefs was saying "No condoms, I want to suck your load out of his hole." Skinhead was happy to oblige, I took a quick look behind me, wanted to see Skinhead's cock before he fucked me. Skinhead's cock was sticking out the opening of his boxers, it was pretty average - about 5" long, but was pretty thick. I took a big hit of poppers and started to suck Silver-fox again. Skinhead slid his cock into me and started to pound me, the guy had absolutely no finesse - he was as rough as appearance might suggest. After a couple minutes good hard pounding, Skinhead shot his load in my ass - Designer-briefs went to felch my hole and Silver-fox stopped him. Saying "Do you want to suck my load of his ass too." Designer-briefs was delighted at this prospect, so Silver-fox rolled me on to my back and buried his 9" cock in my spunk soaked hole. Silver-fox fucked me hard, sliding his big cock into my hole and pulling back so far he almost came out again. It was intense, he was dealing up a lot of punishment on my ass. Pounding and pounding away with brutal strokes, harder and harder. After about 10 minutes, Silver-fox let out a loud groan as he bust-a-nut in my ass. Designer-briefs was ready for it, Silver-fox pulled his cock out of my hole and Designer-briefs stuck his tongue back into it. Designer briefs sucked my hole dry, he ate every ounce of spunk in me, then he pulled down his briefs. I caught a quick glimpse of his cock before he slid it up my ass, again pretty average 5" long and not very thick either. But it still felt good inside me, Designer-briefs pounded my ass hard and came quickly, then he ordered me back on to all-fours so he could felch his own spunk from my hole. As Designer-briefs felched my hole and rimmed me, policeman arrived, he settled himself in front of me with his cock hanging out the zip of trousers and I took his cock in my mouth.
Policeman was in 20's, he had brutally short blonde hair and a handsome face. I assumed he had a good body, his uniform clung in all the right places. I sucked Policeman's cock as deep as I could, easy when he was still soft, but it didn't take him long to get hard. Hard he was 7" and wanted to fuck me, he ordered me into the missionary position and pushed his cock into my already well-fucked hole. Policeman lifted me off the bench and carried me to the sling. Once I was in the sling, Policeman started to give me a good fuck, pounding my ass hard. God it was heaven, Policeman slammed his dick into my hole, as he held my ankles. He opened me up more with each thrust, fucking me good and hard. The rattling of the chains supporting the sling attracted additonal attention, the 2 guys in leather had showed up. Guy 1, 'leather stud' was tall and well muscled, he had short black hair and olive skin, his 5" cock was thick, veiny and cut - he was wearing a leather studded chest harness, a leather peaked cap and chunky New Rock boots. Guy 2, 'hairy bear' was a stereotypical bear, in his 50's, he had a really hairy torso which was displaying signs of middle-age, a full beard and handlebar moustache, his 6" cock looked delicious and he was dressed in leather chaps, a leather zip-front pouch, a leather vest, a leather peaked cap and army boots. Leather-stud and Hairy-bear stood on each side of me and took turns to fuck my throat, while Policeman fucked my hole. Policeman says, "I'm gonna cum, open that hole up for me boy, take my load", he grunts a little and roars like some kind of wild animal. Then he pulls his cock out of my spunked up hole and walks off, Leather-stud and Hairy-bear decide my ass needs some more abuse. Hairy-bear goes first, sliding his cock into my guts, he fucks me slow and easy with deep penetrating strokes and works himself close to the point of cumming. Then he steps aside so Leather-stud can take over, Leather-stud plants his cock deep and fucks me hard - taking very shallow strokes, hardly withdrawing at all and working himself close to the point of cumming. Leather-stud and Hairy-bear were about to change places, when Shaun comes in pulling his cock through the zip of his jeans, he's already hard and packing decent meat, about 6" long, cut and beer-can thick. Shaun approaches the sling and slips his hard, raw cock into my waiting asshole, it feels so good. After a few minutes letting me milk his cock, Shaun decides he wants to ride and starts pounding my ass hard, he really wants to open me up. I snort some poppers and relax, letting Shaun violate my cunt with his deep, brutal strokes. The guy is a really talented fuck, he keeps pushing me closer to ejaculation, before settling into a slower rhythm - invading me and keeping me on a short leash, just shy of orgasmic bliss. It's cruel, but I loved every second of it, I guess Shaun want's to make this fuck last. He keeps alternating styles hard, brutal thrusts which bring me close to cumming - then slow, deep almost loving strokes to keep me on the edge. Hard almost violent then slow and tender, he keeps this up for the duration of the fuck. Shaun's technique was amazing, he's been inside me for minutes, hours maybe even days - I have completely lost track of time. But I am pulled back to reality with a loud grunt, a familiar twitching inside my ass and a vaguely warm sensation as Shaun's spunk floods my guts. Shaun's gruff voice pulls me even further back to reality, saying "Cheers kid, been wanting to do that since first time I saw you, your ass is just as sweet as I dreamed it would be." Outside my head, I'm still in the sling - Leather-stud and Hairy-bear are still there, waiting to fill my now gaping hole with their own loads. Leather-stud goes first slipping his cock into me and fucking me with the same shallow but deeply planted strokes as before, this time he continues fucking me - past his own point of no return, unable to keep himself from cumming, he adds his own load to my sperm filled ass, goes soft and withdraws. Hairy-bear takes over, fucking me with the same slow, deep penetrating strokes as before. 5 minutes and countless strokes later, a loud groan escapes from Hairy-bear's lips as his steaming, hot spunk fills up my ass.
I drag myself from the sling, pull my underwear back on and go to 1 of the cubicles, being fucked really is exhausting - not that I'm complaining. Anyway I lie on the bench, with the door open. After a few minutes, I hear a voice above me saying "I thought I recognised you Trystain, want me to fuck you as well." I look up and see the guy in the Wrestling singlet standing there, I know him, his name is Matthew, he's my age and a member of my Wrestling club. He's hot and I've noticed that before now, he always wins when spar together, because my mind wanders to thoughts of him pinning me, ripping out the back of my Wrestling singlet and planting his big cock in my hole. Anyway, Matthew is fine, he's my age, about 5' 11", he has the sort of body that looks good in a Wrestling singlet and the sort of cock that can't be contained by a Wrestling singlet, he has brown spikey hair and dark eyes. Without waiting for an answer Matthew pulls his cock through the leg cuff of his Wrestling singlet and shoves it down my throat. It doesn't take long for that big soft slab to get hard. 9" and monsterously thick, uncut and generously veined. While I'm choking on his cock Matthew says, "I've been watching you all night, you sure do like cock up your hole. But I can never find condoms that fit, it's a shame, because I really want to oblige you." I get on all-fours, pull my trunks down, take a few hits of poppers and decide there's enough spunk in my hole to lube up Matthew's cock. Then I say, "Do it, I wanna feel you inside me. I dream about you doing this everytime you pin me in the club, I want your cock. Fuck me!" I feel, pressure and pain as Matthew's cock slips slowly into me. It really hurts Matthew is bigger than almost every guy that's ever fucked me. Matthew's balls slap against my ass, he's all the way in and holds off on fucking me, until I give him the go ahead. I take a few big hits of poppers then start grind my ass and pulling away, Matthew reads this as an indication am ready and starts to piledrive my ass with his big meaty Jackhammer. It feels incredible, it's awesome to just be stuffed with cock, especially this cock. I've never felt this full before, unfortunately Matthew's stamina in the Wrestling ring doesn't match his stamina during sex. He starts to gasp "I'm gonna cum, I'm not wearing a condom, where do I cum. Fuck, I'm gonna cum." I don't even get a chance to say "Cum In Me", Matthew's cock starts to twitch and spasm in my ass and his sperm fills up my guts. Matthew pulls his cock from my ass, tucks it back into his Wrestling singlet and walks off. Before I even get a chance to move a black guy in a football strip appears at the door, He's a skinhead and looks like he's in good shape. He drops his shorts to show me, his smooth 7" chocolate brown cock. I nod, and he steps up to the plate, slipping his already hard, bare cock into my gaping hole and fucking me hard. His cock slids into me with deep, powerful thrusts, which get harder and more brutal as the fuck progresses. He also lacks stamina, so after a couple of minutes it's all over and Black-footballer adds his load to my hole as well.
I'm fucking tired now, literally. But my cunt is telling me, my itch hasn't been scratched yet. I go back to the screening area and a guy in a suit is sitting there. His suit is black, with a blue shirt and tie, the colours set off his dark hair and his handsome chiselled face. He looks like he's in his early 40's and has a thick, hard 7" cock sticking out of his zip. He's stroking his cock lovingly, watching the screen as a blonde muscle guy straddles 2 muscle guys with big cocks and lowers himself bareback, on to both cocks. This seems to be a theme of the night, but that suits me just fine. The business-man is muttering at the screen as he wanks, his German accent is pretty hot. Or maybe I'm just turned on, because I know German's will bareback anyone or anything. I approach Business-man, taking has cock in my hand I say "That looks pretty hot, I bet you want to sink your cock into a nice willing ass, after seeing that." Business-man says "Sure! Is your ass willing, or do you just want to feel my cock?" His German accent goes straight to my balls, I respond by pulling my trunks down and settling myself on Business-man's lap, his cock's aim is true and he slides easily into my cunt. Yet another bare cock inside me, this night is fucking awesome. After a few seconds and a slight adjustment in my postion, I start to ride Business-man's big cock, while taking large hits of poppers. It feels great, my bodyweight is driving Business-man's cock deep into me - right to the balls. Business-man lets me ride his cock for a short time, then he stands both of us up. The change in position puts Business-man in control of the fuck, standing and bending over has left me prone to a really hard fuck, which is exactly what Business-man wants. Business-man starts to fuck me, his cock pistoning in and out of my ass in a brutal fashion. It hurts like hell, nobody has even fucked me so rough before, not even Skinhead or Matthew. More poppers and a prayer that Business-man lack stamina. Business-man grips my hips tightly, there's no chance of getting off his cock, before he's done with me. Hard, jarring, deep penetrating, painful strokes ravage my cunt, this must be what they mean by consentual rape. Christ, it really hurts. 10 minutes later, I just want Business-man to cum. He's getting all the pleasure out of this fuck, he has no style, no technique and no finesse. He has a big cock and I'm sure he'll fire a big load, that is a small consolation as long as he doesn't pull out. Business-man starts to moan, his orgasm impending, one final excruciating thrust and his jizz fills up my hole, he holds me down on his cock, making sure that none of his load is wasted. Then he walks off.
I have no strength in my legs after Business-man's brutal fuck, so I go to the sling again, I lie back put my feet through the straps and make myself available for the next fucker that comes along. It's another naked guy, in his 40's, slightly overweight with blonde hair and real monster cock. It's thick and long, about 10", it resembles a baby's arm and hangs over large, low hanging balls. Without waiting for an invitation Monster-cock comes over and sticks his big bone inside me, even though my cunt is gaping wide open, I can feel Monster-cock filling me up. His balls slap against my ass and he withdraws, I take a long, slow hit of poppers - it is a perfect match for the long, slow strokes of Monster-cock's fuck. It feels amazing, it's slow and deep - without being loving and tender. It feels more like he wants me to memorise the feel of his cock every inch, every vein, every bump and ridge. Almost like a test to see if I can handle it, before the real thing is unleashed. After a couple minutes testing the water, Monster-cock quickens his pace, his strokes are still hard and deep - but they aren't brutal or vicious. The rattling chains of the sling attract another guy, this must be a pretty common occurence. The new guy is also in his 40's, but he's in great shape, he's got a short mohawk, with light 5 o'clock shadow. He's wearing badly ripped jeans without underwear, an inch or so of his cock is hanging out a large hole in the crotch of his jeans, part of a tattoo is visible above the waistband, directly between his cock and his belly button. He says "Carry on, I just want to watch", with an American accent. Monster-cock is pretty happy for this guy to watch, and continues fucking me with the same hard, deep strokes, it feels amazing. My ass is raw, but the sensations are all hightened. I feel full of cock and my over-stretched, over-stimulated ass is screaming for another load. Monster-cock starts to fuck me harder, his breathing is shallow and ragged, a loud yell escapes from him as he cums inside me. Monster-cock walks off and Ripped-jeans decides he wants a go at my hole, he approaches undoing his jeans. My eyes pull focus on his cock, it's thick, hard, cut and 8 or 9" long.
Ripped-jeans shoves his bare cock inside me in an unceremonious fashion, now his cock is inside me it's less of a distraction and I notice his tattoo, now fully visible, is a Bio-hazard symbol. I don't know if it means he's HIV+ or if he just thought it looked cool. But his cock feels so good inside me that I don't care either way, just as long as he fucks me real good. Ripped-jeans knows what he's doing and it feels awesome, his strong, slow, deep strokes feel perfect. This guy has a talent, maybe he's a pornstar. He continues to fuck my gaping hole, pushing all that fresh spunk deeper into me. Ripped-jeans cock just keeps on sliding home, my ass belongs to this guy, or at least to his cock. Strong, steady, constant thrusts open my gaping hole some more, preparing for this guy's load. This is one of the best fucks I've had all night, my cunt is telling me this guy is scratching my itch, the last fuck of the night. Ripped-jeans slows his pace, pushing his cock into me gingerly, luxuriating in the feel of my spunk filled ass. Taking his time as he fucks me, not ready to cum yet. Ripped-jeans is my favourite kind of fuck, one who can make it last, he carries on drilling my hole, deep and hard - enjoying my moans of pleasure, his cock is working hard to make those moans, why shouldn't he enjoy them. Still not ready to cum, Ripped-jeans slows his pace again, he's tender and loving, but I'm not going to kid myself - he's not making love to me, he's making love to the spunk inside me. This guy has come for sloppy seconds and he's getting it, there is probably about 8 loads inside me and this guy saw Monster-cock leave his deposit, he must know I want his jizz inside me as well. Back to the good hard pounding that my ass needs - hard, steady strokes getting faster and harder, more brutal. Ripped-jeans says "Tell me to cum inside you, tell me to sperm your hole, kid." He's still pounding away at my cunt harder and faster, opening me up for his big load. I says "Shoot your big load in me, go on cream my pussy, give me your jizz." This is all the encouragement he needs, he groans and his hips buck wildly, as he shoots his possibly toxic load into my hole. He pulls out and walks away, I go to the locker-room change and leave, my ass can't take anymore abuse. I know I'll think of this night for a long time too come, probably every time I wank.
Labels: anonymous, bathhouse, gangbang, group-action
Young Twinks Pig Out In A Interstate Rest Area Bathroom
Friday, May 23, 2008
Got involved in a late night orgy recently at an interstate rest area. This rest room is real active, especially late at night. The lights are all out so it's very dark. It was about 1:00 am so no one else was around. There were 5 of us - all about 20 or in their 20's. All slim, all with nice (but average dicks).
After we got going, all 5 of us were almost naked, sucking any dick that got close to our faces. I tasted all of them. Two guys started fucking. I bent over and took a dick up my ass, too. Two of us were bent over next to each other being fucked. The fifth guy went back and forth between the guys getting fucked and let them suck his dick.
One guy shot and left and the guy getting sucked took his place fucking. Both the fuckers started shooting about the same time. The other guy took it up the ass but I pulled off and let my fucker shoot on my face.
Now there were only 2 of us. We were both about 20, slim, dark hair, about 7". We played around a little and decided we wanted to service someone together. I went to the window, squatted down, peeped out where the window was slightly open at the bottom. I was looking for someone to join us. The other guy squatted behind me and played with my tits and ass while I was looking. Our pants were down and shirts behind our heads.
Soon I saw a car drive up. The parking area is a good ways from the rest room so we had to wait awhile to see who it was. At this point we didn't care - we were ready to service anyone who walked in. We quickly decided we would let the new guy see us having sex and hope he would join in.
He turned out to be a guy about 40, average build. My friend and I quickly got in the dark handicapped booth, completely stripped, left the door slightly open, and I got down on my knees to service his dick. The new guy came in, went to the urinal, peed, and then stayed there. We kept having sex and even made a little noise so he would hear us. I made noises sucking that dick and my friend made moaning sounds.
We heard the new guy walk over and we knew he was right outside our booth. We made more noise and moved so that he could see us through the slightly open door. He peeped at us through the opening. My friend reached over and opened the door all the way. The new guy stood there with his hard dick out watching two naked guys having sex. My friend motioned for him to join us in the booth.
He walked in and we both got down on our knees. We pulled his pants all the way down. He had a big fat hairy dick with big hairy balls. We both worked on his dick and balls. We licked his dick, we sucked his dick, we kissed his balls, we licked his balls, we even both went down on his dick at the same time (one on each side). We slowly turned him around, bent him over and played with his hairy ass. We both went to work on his hairy ass and ass hole, licking all over.
We were wild with sex and willing to do anything. The new guy asked us if we fucked. We both stood up, turned around, and presented our asses to him. He stuck his dick up the other guy first. I begged for his dick so he gave me a turn, sticking that big fat hairy thing up my tight butt. He took turns going back and forth between our ass holes. While one guy was being fucked the other was begging for dick in his ass. The new guy told us he wanted to watch us 69 while he beat off on us. We left the booth and went to the urinal area. My friend and I laid down on the dirty floor and started to 69 each other. We were still completely naked except for our shoes. The big dicked hairy guy stood over us beating off.
We heard a car drive up. We quickly got up and the new guy said he would check it out. He came back in a few minutes and said it was a trucker who wanted to piss. He told the guy "There are two queers in there sucking, let's go watch." The new guy came back in and told us he was bringing in another guy to watch us sucking. We got back down on the floor and resumed our 69. Soon two guys were watching us suck.
The trucker was husky and also had a pretty big dick. The trucker said he had to piss. The new guy told him to piss on us. While we were laying on the dirty floor, naked, sucking each other, the trucker stood over us and pissed all over our naked bodies, even pissing on our faces.
We kept sucking and both guys were beating off. The trucker started shooting first but the new guy was soon going,too. They shot hot cum all over our naked bodies while we were sucking. Cum even went on our faces and we licked it off. They were still shooting when we also started shooting. We both filled each others mouths with a load of hot cum.
The other guys left but my friend and I lay on the floor exhausted. We soon got up, walked over to the sink, and started helping each other clean off. We rubbed soap and water all over each other and threw water on each other to rinse off. We used our shirts to dry off and left the rest room with just our shorts and shoes on.
After we got going, all 5 of us were almost naked, sucking any dick that got close to our faces. I tasted all of them. Two guys started fucking. I bent over and took a dick up my ass, too. Two of us were bent over next to each other being fucked. The fifth guy went back and forth between the guys getting fucked and let them suck his dick.
One guy shot and left and the guy getting sucked took his place fucking. Both the fuckers started shooting about the same time. The other guy took it up the ass but I pulled off and let my fucker shoot on my face.
Now there were only 2 of us. We were both about 20, slim, dark hair, about 7". We played around a little and decided we wanted to service someone together. I went to the window, squatted down, peeped out where the window was slightly open at the bottom. I was looking for someone to join us. The other guy squatted behind me and played with my tits and ass while I was looking. Our pants were down and shirts behind our heads.
Soon I saw a car drive up. The parking area is a good ways from the rest room so we had to wait awhile to see who it was. At this point we didn't care - we were ready to service anyone who walked in. We quickly decided we would let the new guy see us having sex and hope he would join in.
He turned out to be a guy about 40, average build. My friend and I quickly got in the dark handicapped booth, completely stripped, left the door slightly open, and I got down on my knees to service his dick. The new guy came in, went to the urinal, peed, and then stayed there. We kept having sex and even made a little noise so he would hear us. I made noises sucking that dick and my friend made moaning sounds.
We heard the new guy walk over and we knew he was right outside our booth. We made more noise and moved so that he could see us through the slightly open door. He peeped at us through the opening. My friend reached over and opened the door all the way. The new guy stood there with his hard dick out watching two naked guys having sex. My friend motioned for him to join us in the booth.
He walked in and we both got down on our knees. We pulled his pants all the way down. He had a big fat hairy dick with big hairy balls. We both worked on his dick and balls. We licked his dick, we sucked his dick, we kissed his balls, we licked his balls, we even both went down on his dick at the same time (one on each side). We slowly turned him around, bent him over and played with his hairy ass. We both went to work on his hairy ass and ass hole, licking all over.
We were wild with sex and willing to do anything. The new guy asked us if we fucked. We both stood up, turned around, and presented our asses to him. He stuck his dick up the other guy first. I begged for his dick so he gave me a turn, sticking that big fat hairy thing up my tight butt. He took turns going back and forth between our ass holes. While one guy was being fucked the other was begging for dick in his ass. The new guy told us he wanted to watch us 69 while he beat off on us. We left the booth and went to the urinal area. My friend and I laid down on the dirty floor and started to 69 each other. We were still completely naked except for our shoes. The big dicked hairy guy stood over us beating off.
We heard a car drive up. We quickly got up and the new guy said he would check it out. He came back in a few minutes and said it was a trucker who wanted to piss. He told the guy "There are two queers in there sucking, let's go watch." The new guy came back in and told us he was bringing in another guy to watch us sucking. We got back down on the floor and resumed our 69. Soon two guys were watching us suck.
The trucker was husky and also had a pretty big dick. The trucker said he had to piss. The new guy told him to piss on us. While we were laying on the dirty floor, naked, sucking each other, the trucker stood over us and pissed all over our naked bodies, even pissing on our faces.
We kept sucking and both guys were beating off. The trucker started shooting first but the new guy was soon going,too. They shot hot cum all over our naked bodies while we were sucking. Cum even went on our faces and we licked it off. They were still shooting when we also started shooting. We both filled each others mouths with a load of hot cum.
The other guys left but my friend and I lay on the floor exhausted. We soon got up, walked over to the sink, and started helping each other clean off. We rubbed soap and water all over each other and threw water on each other to rinse off. We used our shirts to dry off and left the rest room with just our shorts and shoes on.
Labels: anonymous, orgy, piss, younger-older
Drunk Cowboy Works Over A Submissive Fag
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I was working at a restaurant in Tucson, Arizona about 8 years ago. It had been a tough night and I was just about to finish up and head home when I saw a rough looking cowboy type sitting at the counter having breakfast to try to sober up after a night of partying. I decided to have a cup of coffee before leaving, hoping I could "persuade" this hot stud into a little action. I quickly drank half of my coffee so I could bolt at the first sign of his departure.
About 15 minutes later, he showed signs of getting ready to take off. I stood up and told a couple of my co-workers good bye and sauntered out the door. I knew that he would be parked out back as that was the only parking available. I made it to my car, fished out my keys and pulled a cigarette from my apron. After lighting the cigarette, I took a couple drags, waiting for him to round the building. I soon saw him swaggering towards his car and as he got closer, I nodded and said, "How ya doin'"? He grinned and replied, "Alright man, and you?" His speech was slightly slurred, enough to know that he had been drinking, but not completely wasted. "You need a ride instead of trying to drive?" I asked him. He strode over to where I was standing next to my car and put his big, meaty hand on my chest. "No thanks kid," he drawled, "but do you know of any bars that are still open?" "Kid?" I thought, nobody's called me that in a few years. I'm 30 years old and this guy couldn't be much more than 38 or 39. "No Sir," I answered, "I don't know of any bars, but I think you can still get some beer at the Circle K just down the street."
"Would you mind following me there so I don't get pulled over?" He asked of me. "Sure thing, Sir." I answered, getting hot as the possibility of coercing him into some action was getting greater.
He strutted to his car and I stood mezmerized by his hot bubble butt and thick thighs straining the denim of his levi's. We reached the store without incident and he said, "Hold on a sec, I'll be right out." I lit another cigarette and waited for about 3 minutes when he came back out with a 12 pack of Bud. "You want to go to my place and have few beers?" He inquired. "Sure," I answered, "where do you live?" "About 4 blocks that way." He pointed, then adjusted his somewhat large bulge. "Okay Sir," I said, "lead the way."
We got into our cars again and I followed him to his rather shabby looking house. I parked directly behind his old Cadillac, turned off the engine and started to open my door. He met me at my door and stated, "Would you mind if we went somewhere else to drink these? My old lady's home and she'll throw a shit fit if she catches me drinking more!" "No problem," I responded, "should we take my car?" "Fuck yeah kid, I'm too drunk to drive!" He chuckled a deep, throaty sound. He stumbled into the passenger side, almost dropping the beer. "Where can we go?" I asked. "Go out to I10 and head north. There's a road we can take off and nobody'll bother us."
He leaned his head back and I got to take a couple quick glances at him. He wore a western shirt, vivid red with silver adornments, opened to his stomach. His chest was thick with dark, curly hair. His prominent bulge just begged to be popped open and engulfed by a hungry mouth. He had opened his eyes while I was checking out his basket and I realized that he knew what I was looking at, but he failed to say anything. He told me to take the next exit and turn west for about a mile. We turned off the desolate road and ambled through the brush. I was thankful that the moon was bright and I could just make my way. I was starting to wonder if I had gotten myself into something that I would regret, but my dick was doing all thinking that night.
I stopped the car, turned off the engine and opened my door. He got out, sauntered to the front of the car and sat on the hood. He popped open two beers, handing one to me and proceeded to gulp his down. "Damn Kid," he drawled, "I needed that! My old lady's been busting my ass for the last 3 months! By the way Kid, name's Rico." He extended his rough, calloused hand and gripped mine tightly. "Mine's Rick." I responded, enjoying his sandpaper like grip. "You got an old lady?" He asked, looking me straight in the eye. "Nah," I replied, "I guess I just haven't found one that really does it for me." "You're lucky kid." He stated flatly. "Mine loves to act like she owns the fucking world. Sometimes I'd like to slap the shit out of her!" I got the feeling that he needed to have someone that would let him order them around and I was the perfect person for the job. "I wouldn't say 'lucky', I'm looking for someone who likes to order me around!" I was afraid I might be pushing it, but I knew that I could out run him and definitely out fox him if I pissed him off. "Sure kid," he started, less slurring in his speech. "You get yourself one of those pushy bitches and before you know it, you can't even take a shit without her saying it's okay." "I'm sure you're right," I began, trying to ease him into the dominant role, "but that's what really gets me off. I love it when I'm told what to do!"
He cocked his head a little and grinned, showing his even, white teeth below a thick moustache. "Bet you'd even suck cock if your old lady told you to, huh kid?" I feigned surprise, and stuttered, "I, uh, I don't know about that. I mean, I don't think a woman would be strong enough to force me to do that." He smiled widely, slipping off the hood and grabbed my shirt with both hands. "I'm no fucking woman and I bet I'm strong enough to make you suck cock!" He had an animal like quality about him that both frightened me and excited me. I felt myself flush crimson. I, I, uh, mm, wh, wh, what do ya mean?" I sputtered. He ripped my shirt open and grabbed my hair in his large, left hand. "You're gonna suck my cock boy!" He bellowed. His voice was deep, resonating.
With his right hand, he roughly undid his belt and withdrew it from the loops. He threw me face first into the hood of my car, pulling back hard on my hands and securing them behind my back with the belt. He grabbed my hair again and said, "On your knees bitch!" He growled menacingly, but my fear was dwindling. His cock was still encased in his briefs. I fell to my knees and my face brushed up against his pouch as I was trying to maintain my balance. He pulled my head back and slapped me with his free hand. "Suck my dick you little fag," he hissed, "I know that's what you want. Take my dick out and suck it kid."
With my hands restrained I had to use my mouth to free his enlarging tool. With a few tugs, his thick meat bounced free. His cock was about 8 inches, cut and still only semi-hard. I started to take just the bulbous cockhead into my mouth. I didn't want to appear as experienced so I just did a lot of licking and only sucked a little on the big, shiny helmut. He smelled so clean and fresh, not at all like someone who had just been out at the bars all night. He grabbed my head with both hands and said, "take it all you fucking fairy!" I turned my head and his cock popped out. "I can't take all that Sir. It's too big, I'll choke." "Tough shit kid," he commanded, "you're gonna take it all!" With that, he grabbed me by the hair again and shoved the entire length down my throat. I was in heaven. I gasped and sputtered, not because of inexperience, but from the sheer size of his massive tool. He kept it buried down my throat for about 10 seconds and I did my special throat squeezing and humming which sends guys into orbit. He withdrew all the way and then slammed back to the root. I stuck my tongue out and licked his hairy balls while he had his cock shoved down my throat.
He face fucked me for about 20 minutes. I could feel his nuts withdrawing, preparing for the explosion, but he just kept on going. My pants were soaked with my pre-cum. After a while, he pulled me to my feet, undid the belt securing my hands and told me to take his shirt off. I obeyed as though I were in a trance. His upper torso was covered in hair. His shoulders, back, chest, belly and arms were thick with coarse, curly, black hair. I attacked his tits with my mouth, savagely biting and sucking as though I were trying to nurse and I hadn't eaten in a week. My hands were exploring all over his hirsute form, reeling in the texture of the thick, coarse hair.
He bent me over the hood again, "now you're gonna take my big dick up your fuckin' ass!" "Fuck NO!" I demanded. "There's no way I can take that. It'll kill me!" "Fuck you punk," he asserted, "you'll take it just fine." He pressed his thick, hard, tool up to my opening and started to push. I clenched as hard as I could. "Shit kid, you're tight as a 10 year old virgin! Fuckin' relax!" He commanded. "I can't Sir," I answered, "you're too big. I've never been fucked!" He slapped my ass hard, leaving a bright red mark to match the feeling of fire, dropped to his knees and spread my legs exposing my clenched asshole. I felt his thick moustache and beard stubble on my ass and then his warm breath. Then his wet tongue just flicked at my rosebud. It sent me into spasms. His expert mouth was doing wonders and lubing me and getting me all worked up.
After about 10 minutes, he stood back up, I heard him spit into his hand and stroke his huge pole. I felt the massive mushroom head connect with my sphincter and then everything went white. He just rammed his entire cock into my asshole until I felt his hairy balls slap mine. He stayed lodged deep inside me, letting me adjust to the invasion and obviously enjoying the spasming throughout my colon massaging his turgid stick. He withdrew slowly until just his cockhead remained imbedded and then slammed in again. He picked up the tempo, "Fuck boy," he grunted, "you gotta nice tight hole. You like Daddy fucking you don't you boy?" "OH YES DADDY!" I screamed, "FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH!" He impaled me again, reaching around my torso and lifted me off the ground with his steely pole buried to the hilt.
He turned around and sat on the edge of the hood and just lifted me up and down on his huge rod. "Please Sir," I begged, "can I face you?" I still don't know how he did it, but without missing a stroke, he twirled me around and I was now facing him. I planted my feet on the car and grabbed both of his massive pecs with my hands and began to bounce for all I was worth. His breath was becoming quite labored and I knew that I couldn't last more than a few more seconds. I watched as his face began to contort and I felt his muscles contract and his cock thicken even more up my ass.
I couldn't hold back any longer. Without even touching my own cock, it began to explode, shooting ropes of hot, sticky cum all over Rico's chest and stomach. Then Rico reached up, grabbing my shoulders and forcing all of his cock deep into my bowels and then it started. He spurt a huge load of cream up my stretched ass. I felt the twitching of his cock against my prostate causing my cock to dribble the last of my cum from my spent nuts.
He kept his cock buried for a few minutes while his breathing slowed to normal. Finally, he lifted me off his softened cock and let me fall to the ground. I was still shakey from such a massive orgasm, I just stayed on the ground looking up my hairy god before me. He grabbed his limp prick, shook it a couple times and then he started spraying me with his delicious golden nectar. I scrambled to my knees hoping to take some in my mouth. He didn't dissapoint me. I took the last of his piss in my mouth and swallowed hungrily.
After he was finished, I took his flaccid meat into my mouth to clean it off. We quickly got dressed in silence and headed back to his place. I dropped him off and he said "Thanks. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime." I said, "Sure, sounds good." I took off, waving good bye. We never did hook up after that night, and now that I live in California, I doubt our paths will ever cross again. I wouldn't mind meeting up with someone similar though!
About 15 minutes later, he showed signs of getting ready to take off. I stood up and told a couple of my co-workers good bye and sauntered out the door. I knew that he would be parked out back as that was the only parking available. I made it to my car, fished out my keys and pulled a cigarette from my apron. After lighting the cigarette, I took a couple drags, waiting for him to round the building. I soon saw him swaggering towards his car and as he got closer, I nodded and said, "How ya doin'"? He grinned and replied, "Alright man, and you?" His speech was slightly slurred, enough to know that he had been drinking, but not completely wasted. "You need a ride instead of trying to drive?" I asked him. He strode over to where I was standing next to my car and put his big, meaty hand on my chest. "No thanks kid," he drawled, "but do you know of any bars that are still open?" "Kid?" I thought, nobody's called me that in a few years. I'm 30 years old and this guy couldn't be much more than 38 or 39. "No Sir," I answered, "I don't know of any bars, but I think you can still get some beer at the Circle K just down the street."
"Would you mind following me there so I don't get pulled over?" He asked of me. "Sure thing, Sir." I answered, getting hot as the possibility of coercing him into some action was getting greater.
He strutted to his car and I stood mezmerized by his hot bubble butt and thick thighs straining the denim of his levi's. We reached the store without incident and he said, "Hold on a sec, I'll be right out." I lit another cigarette and waited for about 3 minutes when he came back out with a 12 pack of Bud. "You want to go to my place and have few beers?" He inquired. "Sure," I answered, "where do you live?" "About 4 blocks that way." He pointed, then adjusted his somewhat large bulge. "Okay Sir," I said, "lead the way."
We got into our cars again and I followed him to his rather shabby looking house. I parked directly behind his old Cadillac, turned off the engine and started to open my door. He met me at my door and stated, "Would you mind if we went somewhere else to drink these? My old lady's home and she'll throw a shit fit if she catches me drinking more!" "No problem," I responded, "should we take my car?" "Fuck yeah kid, I'm too drunk to drive!" He chuckled a deep, throaty sound. He stumbled into the passenger side, almost dropping the beer. "Where can we go?" I asked. "Go out to I10 and head north. There's a road we can take off and nobody'll bother us."
He leaned his head back and I got to take a couple quick glances at him. He wore a western shirt, vivid red with silver adornments, opened to his stomach. His chest was thick with dark, curly hair. His prominent bulge just begged to be popped open and engulfed by a hungry mouth. He had opened his eyes while I was checking out his basket and I realized that he knew what I was looking at, but he failed to say anything. He told me to take the next exit and turn west for about a mile. We turned off the desolate road and ambled through the brush. I was thankful that the moon was bright and I could just make my way. I was starting to wonder if I had gotten myself into something that I would regret, but my dick was doing all thinking that night.
I stopped the car, turned off the engine and opened my door. He got out, sauntered to the front of the car and sat on the hood. He popped open two beers, handing one to me and proceeded to gulp his down. "Damn Kid," he drawled, "I needed that! My old lady's been busting my ass for the last 3 months! By the way Kid, name's Rico." He extended his rough, calloused hand and gripped mine tightly. "Mine's Rick." I responded, enjoying his sandpaper like grip. "You got an old lady?" He asked, looking me straight in the eye. "Nah," I replied, "I guess I just haven't found one that really does it for me." "You're lucky kid." He stated flatly. "Mine loves to act like she owns the fucking world. Sometimes I'd like to slap the shit out of her!" I got the feeling that he needed to have someone that would let him order them around and I was the perfect person for the job. "I wouldn't say 'lucky', I'm looking for someone who likes to order me around!" I was afraid I might be pushing it, but I knew that I could out run him and definitely out fox him if I pissed him off. "Sure kid," he started, less slurring in his speech. "You get yourself one of those pushy bitches and before you know it, you can't even take a shit without her saying it's okay." "I'm sure you're right," I began, trying to ease him into the dominant role, "but that's what really gets me off. I love it when I'm told what to do!"
He cocked his head a little and grinned, showing his even, white teeth below a thick moustache. "Bet you'd even suck cock if your old lady told you to, huh kid?" I feigned surprise, and stuttered, "I, uh, I don't know about that. I mean, I don't think a woman would be strong enough to force me to do that." He smiled widely, slipping off the hood and grabbed my shirt with both hands. "I'm no fucking woman and I bet I'm strong enough to make you suck cock!" He had an animal like quality about him that both frightened me and excited me. I felt myself flush crimson. I, I, uh, mm, wh, wh, what do ya mean?" I sputtered. He ripped my shirt open and grabbed my hair in his large, left hand. "You're gonna suck my cock boy!" He bellowed. His voice was deep, resonating.
With his right hand, he roughly undid his belt and withdrew it from the loops. He threw me face first into the hood of my car, pulling back hard on my hands and securing them behind my back with the belt. He grabbed my hair again and said, "On your knees bitch!" He growled menacingly, but my fear was dwindling. His cock was still encased in his briefs. I fell to my knees and my face brushed up against his pouch as I was trying to maintain my balance. He pulled my head back and slapped me with his free hand. "Suck my dick you little fag," he hissed, "I know that's what you want. Take my dick out and suck it kid."
With my hands restrained I had to use my mouth to free his enlarging tool. With a few tugs, his thick meat bounced free. His cock was about 8 inches, cut and still only semi-hard. I started to take just the bulbous cockhead into my mouth. I didn't want to appear as experienced so I just did a lot of licking and only sucked a little on the big, shiny helmut. He smelled so clean and fresh, not at all like someone who had just been out at the bars all night. He grabbed my head with both hands and said, "take it all you fucking fairy!" I turned my head and his cock popped out. "I can't take all that Sir. It's too big, I'll choke." "Tough shit kid," he commanded, "you're gonna take it all!" With that, he grabbed me by the hair again and shoved the entire length down my throat. I was in heaven. I gasped and sputtered, not because of inexperience, but from the sheer size of his massive tool. He kept it buried down my throat for about 10 seconds and I did my special throat squeezing and humming which sends guys into orbit. He withdrew all the way and then slammed back to the root. I stuck my tongue out and licked his hairy balls while he had his cock shoved down my throat.
He face fucked me for about 20 minutes. I could feel his nuts withdrawing, preparing for the explosion, but he just kept on going. My pants were soaked with my pre-cum. After a while, he pulled me to my feet, undid the belt securing my hands and told me to take his shirt off. I obeyed as though I were in a trance. His upper torso was covered in hair. His shoulders, back, chest, belly and arms were thick with coarse, curly, black hair. I attacked his tits with my mouth, savagely biting and sucking as though I were trying to nurse and I hadn't eaten in a week. My hands were exploring all over his hirsute form, reeling in the texture of the thick, coarse hair.
He bent me over the hood again, "now you're gonna take my big dick up your fuckin' ass!" "Fuck NO!" I demanded. "There's no way I can take that. It'll kill me!" "Fuck you punk," he asserted, "you'll take it just fine." He pressed his thick, hard, tool up to my opening and started to push. I clenched as hard as I could. "Shit kid, you're tight as a 10 year old virgin! Fuckin' relax!" He commanded. "I can't Sir," I answered, "you're too big. I've never been fucked!" He slapped my ass hard, leaving a bright red mark to match the feeling of fire, dropped to his knees and spread my legs exposing my clenched asshole. I felt his thick moustache and beard stubble on my ass and then his warm breath. Then his wet tongue just flicked at my rosebud. It sent me into spasms. His expert mouth was doing wonders and lubing me and getting me all worked up.
After about 10 minutes, he stood back up, I heard him spit into his hand and stroke his huge pole. I felt the massive mushroom head connect with my sphincter and then everything went white. He just rammed his entire cock into my asshole until I felt his hairy balls slap mine. He stayed lodged deep inside me, letting me adjust to the invasion and obviously enjoying the spasming throughout my colon massaging his turgid stick. He withdrew slowly until just his cockhead remained imbedded and then slammed in again. He picked up the tempo, "Fuck boy," he grunted, "you gotta nice tight hole. You like Daddy fucking you don't you boy?" "OH YES DADDY!" I screamed, "FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH!" He impaled me again, reaching around my torso and lifted me off the ground with his steely pole buried to the hilt.
He turned around and sat on the edge of the hood and just lifted me up and down on his huge rod. "Please Sir," I begged, "can I face you?" I still don't know how he did it, but without missing a stroke, he twirled me around and I was now facing him. I planted my feet on the car and grabbed both of his massive pecs with my hands and began to bounce for all I was worth. His breath was becoming quite labored and I knew that I couldn't last more than a few more seconds. I watched as his face began to contort and I felt his muscles contract and his cock thicken even more up my ass.
I couldn't hold back any longer. Without even touching my own cock, it began to explode, shooting ropes of hot, sticky cum all over Rico's chest and stomach. Then Rico reached up, grabbing my shoulders and forcing all of his cock deep into my bowels and then it started. He spurt a huge load of cream up my stretched ass. I felt the twitching of his cock against my prostate causing my cock to dribble the last of my cum from my spent nuts.
He kept his cock buried for a few minutes while his breathing slowed to normal. Finally, he lifted me off his softened cock and let me fall to the ground. I was still shakey from such a massive orgasm, I just stayed on the ground looking up my hairy god before me. He grabbed his limp prick, shook it a couple times and then he started spraying me with his delicious golden nectar. I scrambled to my knees hoping to take some in my mouth. He didn't dissapoint me. I took the last of his piss in my mouth and swallowed hungrily.
After he was finished, I took his flaccid meat into my mouth to clean it off. We quickly got dressed in silence and headed back to his place. I dropped him off and he said "Thanks. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime." I said, "Sure, sounds good." I took off, waving good bye. We never did hook up after that night, and now that I live in California, I doubt our paths will ever cross again. I wouldn't mind meeting up with someone similar though!
Labels: outdoors, power-and-control, straight-guy
Random Hookup Turns Into Initiation In Fisting
Saturday, May 17, 2008
He was lying on his back on the bus seat, mirrored glasses shielding his eyes, his shirt open, flapping in the muggy breeze, exposing his tantalizingly suntanned and buff torso, steel nipple rings glinting. A slit in the crotch of his jeans revealed he was neither a brief nor boxer man. He really had balls and made sure you knew it. It was lust at first sight. I'd just come from the gym, disappointed that none of my regular fuck-buddies had turned up. A constant seeker after pleasure in excess, I was hot for some action. I pulled over and lowered the passenger window.
"Hi, buddy. There aren't any buses on Sunday. Can I give you a lift somewhere?"
The handsome face turned to regard me as he removed the reflecting glasses. Long-lashes shaded huge black pupils, as an unruly lock of black hair fell across his forehead. The full lips curved into a roguish smile.
"Ah ... I guess wherever you'd like to take me."
He rose and sauntered across to the door with a loose-hipped swivel, adjusting the huge dangler swelling the right inside leg of his threadbare jeans.
As I would learn later, he naturally hung left but dressed right to emphasize his principal assets, especially his thick, ten-inch prick.
He leaned in the window, tensing his midsection so that his ripped abdominal muscles popped out like they were cast in bronze. He was an inch or two shorter than me, probably five ten or eleven, but very broad in the shoulders. He was about my age, but without question a more physical guy, with a formidable upper body and forearms positively gorged with muscle. Even his stance had a potential spring to it.
He looked me over and smirked as he took in my blond good looks and lithe, pumped body, barely contained by skimpy muscle tank and tight gym shorts. My cock was straining the cloth.
"Yo! Man! It looks like I found me Sunday lunch! Names Ethan."
"Pete. Hop in."
He slid into the seat beside me and grasped and kneaded my bulge as he ate my mouth. My own exploring hand ripped the pliant crotch buttons apart and massaged his swollen prick. As we came up for air he urged, "You'd better get us out of here, man, or we're gonna cause a public scandal. Yo! Take me away baby! Ah'm a merchant seaman on leave, ripened by six months at sea and bored as fuck by my vacation with Momma. I really want to chow down on your meat."
My apartment is only five minutes from where we were. By the time we stumbled into my bedroom, kicking our pants off as we went, we were both stripped down to our rippling muscles and ripe for action. Ethan's uncut cock simply amazed me: so long and wrist-thick, with a spiral tattoo disguising the prominent natural pattern of pumping veins on the shaft. A cock ring encircled his scrotum and a smaller ring enhanced his glans as the velvety prepuce slid back, the first Prince Albert I'd seen up close and personal.
I began jerking my own prick, making it rock hard, as Ethan lay back on my bed and I knelt to take the massive cock in my mouth. I closed my lips around it and sucked on the ring with my tongue as Ethan thrust rhythmically and deeply into my overstretched throat. I gagged and pulled back a little, lapping across the thick head and tonguing the receding folds of skin. I could taste the precum flow, which made me pump my own cock harder. Ethan began a rocking movement, meeting my suctioning mouth with every thrust, his hot sausage pushing deeper into my throat as my muscles relaxed and accepted.
"Damn, take that dick in Pete!"
Ethan grabbed the back of my head as I tried to swallow the whole thing, but I couldn't take the thick meat beyond half- way. I gagged again.
"Take it slow, Pete. Don't choke yourself. You got some poppers?"
I nodded to the nightstand and he grabbed and uncapped the tiny bottle and made me take a good hit before swiping it under his own quivering nostrils. He pulled me onto the bed with him and we assumed the 69 position. His mouth suctioned me with consummate skill, easily deepthroating my eight inches as my own throat relaxed, lubricated by viscous precum, and my nose inhaled his pubic bush, hungrily sniffing the swelling odors of brine and potential sexual release. As our mutual throat probing mounted to shattering discharge of our stored- up desires and the aggressive chemical palpitated our pounding hearts my body felt like a struck gong, throbbing with pulsing tremors. We ravenously swallowed the creamy explosions of potent love juice, feeding our aching hunger, exulting in the seamy taste and odor of male justification.
Gorged and satisfied, for the moment, we lay in each other's arms, my head nestled against his massive neck, nibbling at the pulsing muscle that framed his jugular. He cradled my head there and murmured his pleasure. Â Â Â "I hope you aint no vampire, Pete. But you sure are sump'n. Mm'mm!" He took my hands in his and admired them. "Lovely slim hands, babe. I'll find a use for them," and he winked. "Wanna share a joint?" He pulled his shirt over and removed the toke from his pocket.
I smiled and nodded.
As the pungent fumes suffused our lungs and relaxed our limbs we explored each other's horny manliness and massaged with lube-slicked fingers each other's resiliently upstanding fuck muscle. We passed the joint back and forth, with occasional kisses, exchanging the heady smoke, till Ethan pinched out the roach and swallowed it. Mildly chemically disordered, I was surprised when he raised his legs and urged me, "Lick my ass, man. Stick your tongue in there. Shove it in there, man!"
Always one to oblige I sucked and slurped and probed the most prominently ridged purple pucker I'd ever seen, till he howled,
"Oh yeah! Gimme your big thing. Shove it in there man! Fuckin' plow me man! Fuck this ass hard! Hard as you fuckin' can, man!"
He rolled his knees back to snuggle his ears and, to my amazement, sucked his own dick into his mouth, laying his ass open for an empowering ride at the business end of my rampant dick. His asshole was like a large rosebud, open and quivering in anticipation. I slid in smoothly and repeatedly thrust to the hilt as he gurgled and slurped his appreciation. In no time at all he was gasping and swallowing his own load, functioning as efficiently as a self-cleaning oven.
As his head fell back onto the pillow his purged dick flopped from his smirking mouth and his legs rearranged and nestled on my lower back pulling me into him. My thrusting accelerated and my mouth sought his, licking and swallowing the pungent residue of his delicious jiz from probing tongue and suctioning lips. His anal muscles went into overdrive siphoning my prong as I serviced him with aggressive pumpage. He reached up and proffered the poppers, holding one of my nostrils shut at a time as I sniffed up the other. As the vapor took possession of my reflexes and hot flushes engulfed my fluttering body Ethan's colon grabbed me with even greater insistence sucking out my very essence. He grabbed my nipples and twisted them as I shot my load deep inside him, gasping and screaming in ecstatic release until his mouth smothered my joyous whimpers.
As I slid exhausted but blissful from his energetic embrace Ethan got up to explore. I caught a glimpse of his massive lats and muscular butt and heard him piss as I lay recovering my breath and my composure, euphoric tremors still rippling my body, eyes closed. He went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of juice and a can of Crisco from the fridge.
"Yo, man, you got the supplies I need. You've given me some great natural lubrication, but a little of this will help. I want your fist up my ass, man."
My awe of him must have been obvious.
"Oh, maybe you haven't done it before? Well, man, believe me it's easy, and I need it bad. Please, man!"
"My god, I'm sorry, you're right, I haven't! I might hurt you, Ethan, not knowing what to do and all."
"Oh fuck, no problem. I'll guide you, man."
He took my right hand and kissed it, looking at me so soulfully I laughed. He grinned and ruffled my hair.
"Okay, show me."
Already lying back on the bed he was liberally lubing his amazingly prominent ass-ring. No longer a bud it had blossomed into a full-blown rose. Following the fucking his body seemed to have extruded part of itself. It was an eruption of flesh. I'd never seen anything quite like it. His anal lips were massive and scarlet, the evidence of regular and continuous pleasurable invasion.
"Crisco your hand and wrist all over, Pete, especially on the back. Then hold your fingers in close together, like a spear."
Once I was greased he grasped my hand and folded it the way he wanted it.
"Now just ease it in gradual like. Once you get right in past the sphincter you can form a fist."
My hand slid in with ease at first and Ethan sighed his pleasure. Sure, I'd greased guys' pucker's before and even my own, but this was different. My initial distaste was soon replaced by a new form of sensual stimulation. The velvety inner muscles seemed to massage my hand and wrist and Ethan's obvious bliss was a real turn-on too. Ethan's legs were on my shoulders. They tugged at me indicating his readiness for more. Ethan's breathing was very steady and focused, but he gasped as the thick part of my hand passed the inner sphincter and some inner suction took over and drew it in well past my wrist. Ethan took another deep breath and his hole opened up and swallowed my arm almost to the elbow. He leaned his head towards me and I kissed his lips. His tongue prized my lips apart and I sucked on it to let him know I was okay with this.
"Oh fuck, yeees! That's fantastic, man. Just ball your fist now and you can start fucking me for real. Pull your hand back and then thrust back in, just like you do with your cock. Oh yeah! Oh man!"
Following his instructions, I began fisting him harder and faster. He pulled his legs back farther, giving me a better angle. I pulled my hand even further out and his hole remained relaxed enough to let me piston right back in. I kept it up for almost half an hour, until my arm started to ache. Then I slowed down and let Ethan calm a bit. He seemed almost delirious. But recognizing my need he repositioned without releasing my arm. He managed to stand facing me while I sat on the edge of the bed with my elbow rested on my knee. This way he controlled how much arm was in his butt. He hugged my head as he pumped himself up and down on my extended arm. Then he fell back on top of me, my arm still embedded, his fully extended dick rubbing on my chest. I fisted while he rubbed himself against me.
I could feel his pressure building till, with a huge roar, he shot wad after wad of cum, his whole body spasming in ecstasy, his hole sucking hard on my arm. As he began to wind down I gently slid my arm out and held him to me. He sucked up the cum he'd splattered around my neck and kissed me passionately, transferring some of the savory juice to me. We drifted to sleep in each other's embrace.
I woke a couple of hours later with his energetic tongue probing my ass-ring. I stretched languidly and sighed in blissful acceptance of his attentions, though I was vaguely apprehensive about my ability to accomodate his huge prong, and I guess he was to. As he liberally greased my assring with Crisco, probing gently with his fingers till three had comfortably slipped in, he gazed at me with real concern and said,"I think you'd better straddle me, babe. I might be too big for you otherwise."
I did as I was told and grasped the root of his probe and positioned the embellished knob between my buttcheeks. The Prince Albert was cold against my pucker as Ethan took a tight hold on my hips. As my pucker surrendered, Ethan's swollen cockhead slid inexorably up my quivering chute, stretching my asshole to the limit. As my inner muscles relaxed then clenched again around the huge intruder Ethan sighed, "Oh babe! You're fuckin' tight!"
"Oh fuck! You feel wonderful in there. Oh yeah! I really want to ride you!"
My cock flexed and dripped, bouncing with thrilling sensation even though I wasn't touching it as I slid up and down, my colon sucking greedily on the mighty prick, and Ethan began pumping his hips to meet my down stroke. I fucked myself rapidly, smacking my ass against Ethan's loins. His cock flexed within me and he gasped and grunted as his cum exploded into my deepest recesses sending me over the brink. As Ethan pulled me down onto him and engulfed my mouth with his own, spunk jetted from my gaping piss-hole, and orgasmic throbbings pulsed through my entire body.
Then I rolled to the side of him and embraced his massive chest, sucking on the still swollen nubs of his large, dark brown nipple, tugging at the steel rings with lips and teeth, as he lay contentedly and fondled my hair.
Finally he pushed me off and rose up on his elbows, melting me with the glance from those glowing coal-black eyes."I want to try and fist you, if you're willing to try, Pete. I promise I'll be gentle and I'll stop whenever you ask me to. But I think you owe it to yourself to experience everything you can in this life. I sure as hell have and I haven't regretted one single experience." He caressed the hair back from my forehead then took hold of my chin. "How about it? My hand sure as hell ain't that much of a stretch. You can see, my hands are smaller than yours."
Dubious, but anxious to please, and strangely excited by something I'd have considered completely perverse until my experience with Ethan, I nodded my acquiescence. Without another word he pushed my legs back to my shoulders and began slathering my asshole with Crisco, pushing it in with his fingers till three digits had pressed through the inner sphincter. Then all four digits were massaging deeply inside. Then he slid the hand out and his thumb joined the spear-head of flesh and bone, sliding in smoothly till the heel of his hand, then the wrist bones, struck the sphincter. I felt like I would split apart. But Ethan soothed me and reassured me as he urged me to take another hit of poppers.
"I'll just keep my hand here till you adjust, babe. Don't get anxious; you can take it. Once you get my fist past that first hurdle your butt hole will be much less stressed than it is right now. The pain doesn't keep building. It will ease quickly, replaced by pleasurable sensations that are really intense."
I cried out in agony as my butt ring gave way, allowing the tightly furled knuckles to slide in. Ethan shushed me and stroked my thighs with his free hand, letting the other just nestle within me unmoving for about thirty seconds, then he gently reversed the process, sliding it back out of me very carefully. To my surprise it wasn't anywhere near as bad as putting it in.
After a brief pause he began the process again, insisting that I take a triple hit of poppers. My ass still hurt like hell, but the hand slid in much quicker and once the hurdle had been passed, and the chemically induced palpitations engulfed me, he just kept pressing steadily in while telling me to push out as though I were trying to shit. When he told me to relax his fist shot up my passage and through the second sphincter despite excruciating pressure at that point. Our mutual sighs of relief sealed my realization that he was in me right up to the narrowest part of his wrist. Then it slowly slid to the middle of his muscular forearm. I felt the fingers fold and bunch deep within me.
"Hmmm, you feel so warm and perfect around my hand."
He moved his mouth up to mine, keeping his hand inside me. I kissed his lips and then he slid his tongue into my mouth where I could suck on it as he started to pump on my hole. He pulled his hand back to the widest part of the palm, then slid it back in, each time going a little deeper. He started fisting me. I pulled my legs back farther to give him a better shot and he pulled his hand even farther out, and my hole stayed relaxed for him to go back in. As he explored my inner muscle rings, I learned to push down so they would open up and wrap around his arm, rapidly building ecstatic spasms wracking my body as pressure built up inside me. My whole body was sucking on his arm. I couldn't suppress an earth-shattering scream as my cock started to shoot wad after wad of cum. It just kept coming as if I had been storing up this almighty orgasm all my life. As I peaked, Ethan slowly slid his hand out. I lay in a sea of sweat and cum, quivering with unbelievable satisfaction at my accomplishment. We collapsed together, exhausted, scummy and greasy.
We hardly ate or left the bed in the next three days. I called in ill at work, and Ethan taught me all he knew about every conceivable sexual position and technique. I'm still wearing his cockring, which he presented me when he left. There were tears on both sides. He writes now and then, and about once in two years arrives unannounced on my doorstep. But I can teach him a thing or two now. I threw in my respectable job and now manage a sex shop. I've got nipples rings and a Prince Albert, and tribal tattoos that emphasize my now massively developed musculature. I've been Mister Leather in this town three years in a row, have fucked and been fucked, fisted and been fisted in numerous videos for several companies.
And, oh yeah, I've become a specialist at initiating fisting novices, with a full-blown butthole of my own that is the envy of fisting aficionados across the country. I've become a missionary for uninhibited self-expression and sexual gratification.
"Hi, buddy. There aren't any buses on Sunday. Can I give you a lift somewhere?"
The handsome face turned to regard me as he removed the reflecting glasses. Long-lashes shaded huge black pupils, as an unruly lock of black hair fell across his forehead. The full lips curved into a roguish smile.
"Ah ... I guess wherever you'd like to take me."
He rose and sauntered across to the door with a loose-hipped swivel, adjusting the huge dangler swelling the right inside leg of his threadbare jeans.
As I would learn later, he naturally hung left but dressed right to emphasize his principal assets, especially his thick, ten-inch prick.
He leaned in the window, tensing his midsection so that his ripped abdominal muscles popped out like they were cast in bronze. He was an inch or two shorter than me, probably five ten or eleven, but very broad in the shoulders. He was about my age, but without question a more physical guy, with a formidable upper body and forearms positively gorged with muscle. Even his stance had a potential spring to it.
He looked me over and smirked as he took in my blond good looks and lithe, pumped body, barely contained by skimpy muscle tank and tight gym shorts. My cock was straining the cloth.
"Yo! Man! It looks like I found me Sunday lunch! Names Ethan."
"Pete. Hop in."
He slid into the seat beside me and grasped and kneaded my bulge as he ate my mouth. My own exploring hand ripped the pliant crotch buttons apart and massaged his swollen prick. As we came up for air he urged, "You'd better get us out of here, man, or we're gonna cause a public scandal. Yo! Take me away baby! Ah'm a merchant seaman on leave, ripened by six months at sea and bored as fuck by my vacation with Momma. I really want to chow down on your meat."
My apartment is only five minutes from where we were. By the time we stumbled into my bedroom, kicking our pants off as we went, we were both stripped down to our rippling muscles and ripe for action. Ethan's uncut cock simply amazed me: so long and wrist-thick, with a spiral tattoo disguising the prominent natural pattern of pumping veins on the shaft. A cock ring encircled his scrotum and a smaller ring enhanced his glans as the velvety prepuce slid back, the first Prince Albert I'd seen up close and personal.
I began jerking my own prick, making it rock hard, as Ethan lay back on my bed and I knelt to take the massive cock in my mouth. I closed my lips around it and sucked on the ring with my tongue as Ethan thrust rhythmically and deeply into my overstretched throat. I gagged and pulled back a little, lapping across the thick head and tonguing the receding folds of skin. I could taste the precum flow, which made me pump my own cock harder. Ethan began a rocking movement, meeting my suctioning mouth with every thrust, his hot sausage pushing deeper into my throat as my muscles relaxed and accepted.
"Damn, take that dick in Pete!"
Ethan grabbed the back of my head as I tried to swallow the whole thing, but I couldn't take the thick meat beyond half- way. I gagged again.
"Take it slow, Pete. Don't choke yourself. You got some poppers?"
I nodded to the nightstand and he grabbed and uncapped the tiny bottle and made me take a good hit before swiping it under his own quivering nostrils. He pulled me onto the bed with him and we assumed the 69 position. His mouth suctioned me with consummate skill, easily deepthroating my eight inches as my own throat relaxed, lubricated by viscous precum, and my nose inhaled his pubic bush, hungrily sniffing the swelling odors of brine and potential sexual release. As our mutual throat probing mounted to shattering discharge of our stored- up desires and the aggressive chemical palpitated our pounding hearts my body felt like a struck gong, throbbing with pulsing tremors. We ravenously swallowed the creamy explosions of potent love juice, feeding our aching hunger, exulting in the seamy taste and odor of male justification.
Gorged and satisfied, for the moment, we lay in each other's arms, my head nestled against his massive neck, nibbling at the pulsing muscle that framed his jugular. He cradled my head there and murmured his pleasure. Â Â Â "I hope you aint no vampire, Pete. But you sure are sump'n. Mm'mm!" He took my hands in his and admired them. "Lovely slim hands, babe. I'll find a use for them," and he winked. "Wanna share a joint?" He pulled his shirt over and removed the toke from his pocket.
I smiled and nodded.
As the pungent fumes suffused our lungs and relaxed our limbs we explored each other's horny manliness and massaged with lube-slicked fingers each other's resiliently upstanding fuck muscle. We passed the joint back and forth, with occasional kisses, exchanging the heady smoke, till Ethan pinched out the roach and swallowed it. Mildly chemically disordered, I was surprised when he raised his legs and urged me, "Lick my ass, man. Stick your tongue in there. Shove it in there, man!"
Always one to oblige I sucked and slurped and probed the most prominently ridged purple pucker I'd ever seen, till he howled,
"Oh yeah! Gimme your big thing. Shove it in there man! Fuckin' plow me man! Fuck this ass hard! Hard as you fuckin' can, man!"
He rolled his knees back to snuggle his ears and, to my amazement, sucked his own dick into his mouth, laying his ass open for an empowering ride at the business end of my rampant dick. His asshole was like a large rosebud, open and quivering in anticipation. I slid in smoothly and repeatedly thrust to the hilt as he gurgled and slurped his appreciation. In no time at all he was gasping and swallowing his own load, functioning as efficiently as a self-cleaning oven.
As his head fell back onto the pillow his purged dick flopped from his smirking mouth and his legs rearranged and nestled on my lower back pulling me into him. My thrusting accelerated and my mouth sought his, licking and swallowing the pungent residue of his delicious jiz from probing tongue and suctioning lips. His anal muscles went into overdrive siphoning my prong as I serviced him with aggressive pumpage. He reached up and proffered the poppers, holding one of my nostrils shut at a time as I sniffed up the other. As the vapor took possession of my reflexes and hot flushes engulfed my fluttering body Ethan's colon grabbed me with even greater insistence sucking out my very essence. He grabbed my nipples and twisted them as I shot my load deep inside him, gasping and screaming in ecstatic release until his mouth smothered my joyous whimpers.
As I slid exhausted but blissful from his energetic embrace Ethan got up to explore. I caught a glimpse of his massive lats and muscular butt and heard him piss as I lay recovering my breath and my composure, euphoric tremors still rippling my body, eyes closed. He went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of juice and a can of Crisco from the fridge.
"Yo, man, you got the supplies I need. You've given me some great natural lubrication, but a little of this will help. I want your fist up my ass, man."
My awe of him must have been obvious.
"Oh, maybe you haven't done it before? Well, man, believe me it's easy, and I need it bad. Please, man!"
"My god, I'm sorry, you're right, I haven't! I might hurt you, Ethan, not knowing what to do and all."
"Oh fuck, no problem. I'll guide you, man."
He took my right hand and kissed it, looking at me so soulfully I laughed. He grinned and ruffled my hair.
"Okay, show me."
Already lying back on the bed he was liberally lubing his amazingly prominent ass-ring. No longer a bud it had blossomed into a full-blown rose. Following the fucking his body seemed to have extruded part of itself. It was an eruption of flesh. I'd never seen anything quite like it. His anal lips were massive and scarlet, the evidence of regular and continuous pleasurable invasion.
"Crisco your hand and wrist all over, Pete, especially on the back. Then hold your fingers in close together, like a spear."
Once I was greased he grasped my hand and folded it the way he wanted it.
"Now just ease it in gradual like. Once you get right in past the sphincter you can form a fist."
My hand slid in with ease at first and Ethan sighed his pleasure. Sure, I'd greased guys' pucker's before and even my own, but this was different. My initial distaste was soon replaced by a new form of sensual stimulation. The velvety inner muscles seemed to massage my hand and wrist and Ethan's obvious bliss was a real turn-on too. Ethan's legs were on my shoulders. They tugged at me indicating his readiness for more. Ethan's breathing was very steady and focused, but he gasped as the thick part of my hand passed the inner sphincter and some inner suction took over and drew it in well past my wrist. Ethan took another deep breath and his hole opened up and swallowed my arm almost to the elbow. He leaned his head towards me and I kissed his lips. His tongue prized my lips apart and I sucked on it to let him know I was okay with this.
"Oh fuck, yeees! That's fantastic, man. Just ball your fist now and you can start fucking me for real. Pull your hand back and then thrust back in, just like you do with your cock. Oh yeah! Oh man!"
Following his instructions, I began fisting him harder and faster. He pulled his legs back farther, giving me a better angle. I pulled my hand even further out and his hole remained relaxed enough to let me piston right back in. I kept it up for almost half an hour, until my arm started to ache. Then I slowed down and let Ethan calm a bit. He seemed almost delirious. But recognizing my need he repositioned without releasing my arm. He managed to stand facing me while I sat on the edge of the bed with my elbow rested on my knee. This way he controlled how much arm was in his butt. He hugged my head as he pumped himself up and down on my extended arm. Then he fell back on top of me, my arm still embedded, his fully extended dick rubbing on my chest. I fisted while he rubbed himself against me.
I could feel his pressure building till, with a huge roar, he shot wad after wad of cum, his whole body spasming in ecstasy, his hole sucking hard on my arm. As he began to wind down I gently slid my arm out and held him to me. He sucked up the cum he'd splattered around my neck and kissed me passionately, transferring some of the savory juice to me. We drifted to sleep in each other's embrace.
I woke a couple of hours later with his energetic tongue probing my ass-ring. I stretched languidly and sighed in blissful acceptance of his attentions, though I was vaguely apprehensive about my ability to accomodate his huge prong, and I guess he was to. As he liberally greased my assring with Crisco, probing gently with his fingers till three had comfortably slipped in, he gazed at me with real concern and said,"I think you'd better straddle me, babe. I might be too big for you otherwise."
I did as I was told and grasped the root of his probe and positioned the embellished knob between my buttcheeks. The Prince Albert was cold against my pucker as Ethan took a tight hold on my hips. As my pucker surrendered, Ethan's swollen cockhead slid inexorably up my quivering chute, stretching my asshole to the limit. As my inner muscles relaxed then clenched again around the huge intruder Ethan sighed, "Oh babe! You're fuckin' tight!"
"Oh fuck! You feel wonderful in there. Oh yeah! I really want to ride you!"
My cock flexed and dripped, bouncing with thrilling sensation even though I wasn't touching it as I slid up and down, my colon sucking greedily on the mighty prick, and Ethan began pumping his hips to meet my down stroke. I fucked myself rapidly, smacking my ass against Ethan's loins. His cock flexed within me and he gasped and grunted as his cum exploded into my deepest recesses sending me over the brink. As Ethan pulled me down onto him and engulfed my mouth with his own, spunk jetted from my gaping piss-hole, and orgasmic throbbings pulsed through my entire body.
Then I rolled to the side of him and embraced his massive chest, sucking on the still swollen nubs of his large, dark brown nipple, tugging at the steel rings with lips and teeth, as he lay contentedly and fondled my hair.
Finally he pushed me off and rose up on his elbows, melting me with the glance from those glowing coal-black eyes."I want to try and fist you, if you're willing to try, Pete. I promise I'll be gentle and I'll stop whenever you ask me to. But I think you owe it to yourself to experience everything you can in this life. I sure as hell have and I haven't regretted one single experience." He caressed the hair back from my forehead then took hold of my chin. "How about it? My hand sure as hell ain't that much of a stretch. You can see, my hands are smaller than yours."
Dubious, but anxious to please, and strangely excited by something I'd have considered completely perverse until my experience with Ethan, I nodded my acquiescence. Without another word he pushed my legs back to my shoulders and began slathering my asshole with Crisco, pushing it in with his fingers till three digits had pressed through the inner sphincter. Then all four digits were massaging deeply inside. Then he slid the hand out and his thumb joined the spear-head of flesh and bone, sliding in smoothly till the heel of his hand, then the wrist bones, struck the sphincter. I felt like I would split apart. But Ethan soothed me and reassured me as he urged me to take another hit of poppers.
"I'll just keep my hand here till you adjust, babe. Don't get anxious; you can take it. Once you get my fist past that first hurdle your butt hole will be much less stressed than it is right now. The pain doesn't keep building. It will ease quickly, replaced by pleasurable sensations that are really intense."
I cried out in agony as my butt ring gave way, allowing the tightly furled knuckles to slide in. Ethan shushed me and stroked my thighs with his free hand, letting the other just nestle within me unmoving for about thirty seconds, then he gently reversed the process, sliding it back out of me very carefully. To my surprise it wasn't anywhere near as bad as putting it in.
After a brief pause he began the process again, insisting that I take a triple hit of poppers. My ass still hurt like hell, but the hand slid in much quicker and once the hurdle had been passed, and the chemically induced palpitations engulfed me, he just kept pressing steadily in while telling me to push out as though I were trying to shit. When he told me to relax his fist shot up my passage and through the second sphincter despite excruciating pressure at that point. Our mutual sighs of relief sealed my realization that he was in me right up to the narrowest part of his wrist. Then it slowly slid to the middle of his muscular forearm. I felt the fingers fold and bunch deep within me.
"Hmmm, you feel so warm and perfect around my hand."
He moved his mouth up to mine, keeping his hand inside me. I kissed his lips and then he slid his tongue into my mouth where I could suck on it as he started to pump on my hole. He pulled his hand back to the widest part of the palm, then slid it back in, each time going a little deeper. He started fisting me. I pulled my legs back farther to give him a better shot and he pulled his hand even farther out, and my hole stayed relaxed for him to go back in. As he explored my inner muscle rings, I learned to push down so they would open up and wrap around his arm, rapidly building ecstatic spasms wracking my body as pressure built up inside me. My whole body was sucking on his arm. I couldn't suppress an earth-shattering scream as my cock started to shoot wad after wad of cum. It just kept coming as if I had been storing up this almighty orgasm all my life. As I peaked, Ethan slowly slid his hand out. I lay in a sea of sweat and cum, quivering with unbelievable satisfaction at my accomplishment. We collapsed together, exhausted, scummy and greasy.
We hardly ate or left the bed in the next three days. I called in ill at work, and Ethan taught me all he knew about every conceivable sexual position and technique. I'm still wearing his cockring, which he presented me when he left. There were tears on both sides. He writes now and then, and about once in two years arrives unannounced on my doorstep. But I can teach him a thing or two now. I threw in my respectable job and now manage a sex shop. I've got nipples rings and a Prince Albert, and tribal tattoos that emphasize my now massively developed musculature. I've been Mister Leather in this town three years in a row, have fucked and been fucked, fisted and been fisted in numerous videos for several companies.
And, oh yeah, I've become a specialist at initiating fisting novices, with a full-blown butthole of my own that is the envy of fisting aficionados across the country. I've become a missionary for uninhibited self-expression and sexual gratification.
Labels: fisting
The First Load...
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
This was sent in by a reader who wanted me to fuck him. After telling me the story below he asked me to set up a gangbang for him, which I did and he got 5 loads... Between the time of this story (New Years Day) and the gangbang (late March), he had only gotten about 12 other loads... He's now well on his way to being a good bareback cumhole...
For about 6 months I was chatting w/ this hot Cuban man on DudesNudes. His screen name was HorseDick (He has since deleted his profile). I could not resist. At the time when we were first chatting, I was negative. This stud was clear that he would only fuck me bareback. I put him off over and over again.
New Years Day 2008 rolled around and I was very fucking horny. I had been thinking about taking loads for some time and decided that HorseDick was going to seed and breed me with his huge load.
I made plans new years day and took the train to the Bronx. I was so nervous with excitement that I had a hard-on most of the way to his place.
When I got there - he was hotter than his pictures could ever make him. He was very beefy with smooth brown skin. He looked like Carlos from Desperate Housewives.
We said our hellos and I took my jacket off and HorseDick pushed me to my knees as he sat on the couch. With his right hand behind my head, he firmly pushed my face into his bulging crotch. I could feel his cock half hard and his balls - they were enourmous as they were. I peeled his gym pants down and starting feasting on the a huge amount of foreskin which peeled back to reveal an ever growing beer can thick cock. As I serviced his cock deep into my throat, I could feel it grow and grow until it reached over 9" long by 7" around.
Now that he was hard - he spun me around and yanked down my pants and dove face first into my fuck hole. He was hungry and chewing on my ass and losening it up with spit , tongue, and fingers. I could only moan - I knew this was hot, but when he decides to give me his cock - that is going to stretch me and take me to bliss.
He tapped his horse meat a few times against my puckered fuck hole, applied some lube and spit to it and slid it into me down to his balls in one slow and purposeful joust. Slowly he worked up to fucking me but took his time. After about 10 minutes he grabbed my hips and began to slam me into his dick and it hurt like hell at first but as he kept doing it to make sure I knew how big he was my hole opened and accepted him deeper in.
After fucking me for about 20 minutes he warned me. "Ok buddy, I am going to breed your fuck hole and you'll remember this forever"
I replied moaning "Give me your load and seed my fuck hole"
He shot. Not once but his cock pulsated deep in me and I could feel shot after shot after shot filling my deep gut. It felt amazing - almost like I was cumming.
He then kept fucking me to make sure my ass took his load deep.
When he pulled out, I could feel the cum drip out of my used fuck hole. On the way home, I could feel the load dripping down my leg. It wasn't until I got home that I pushed and realized his load was just as huge as his cock as I pushed it out into my palm. That was the first load I took and the first load I ate out of my own ass. I will surely remember it and the amazing fuck.
The only problem now is I am always hungry for a big load from a big cock in my ass!
For about 6 months I was chatting w/ this hot Cuban man on DudesNudes. His screen name was HorseDick (He has since deleted his profile). I could not resist. At the time when we were first chatting, I was negative. This stud was clear that he would only fuck me bareback. I put him off over and over again.
New Years Day 2008 rolled around and I was very fucking horny. I had been thinking about taking loads for some time and decided that HorseDick was going to seed and breed me with his huge load.
I made plans new years day and took the train to the Bronx. I was so nervous with excitement that I had a hard-on most of the way to his place.
When I got there - he was hotter than his pictures could ever make him. He was very beefy with smooth brown skin. He looked like Carlos from Desperate Housewives.
We said our hellos and I took my jacket off and HorseDick pushed me to my knees as he sat on the couch. With his right hand behind my head, he firmly pushed my face into his bulging crotch. I could feel his cock half hard and his balls - they were enourmous as they were. I peeled his gym pants down and starting feasting on the a huge amount of foreskin which peeled back to reveal an ever growing beer can thick cock. As I serviced his cock deep into my throat, I could feel it grow and grow until it reached over 9" long by 7" around.
Now that he was hard - he spun me around and yanked down my pants and dove face first into my fuck hole. He was hungry and chewing on my ass and losening it up with spit , tongue, and fingers. I could only moan - I knew this was hot, but when he decides to give me his cock - that is going to stretch me and take me to bliss.
He tapped his horse meat a few times against my puckered fuck hole, applied some lube and spit to it and slid it into me down to his balls in one slow and purposeful joust. Slowly he worked up to fucking me but took his time. After about 10 minutes he grabbed my hips and began to slam me into his dick and it hurt like hell at first but as he kept doing it to make sure I knew how big he was my hole opened and accepted him deeper in.
After fucking me for about 20 minutes he warned me. "Ok buddy, I am going to breed your fuck hole and you'll remember this forever"
I replied moaning "Give me your load and seed my fuck hole"
He shot. Not once but his cock pulsated deep in me and I could feel shot after shot after shot filling my deep gut. It felt amazing - almost like I was cumming.
He then kept fucking me to make sure my ass took his load deep.
When he pulled out, I could feel the cum drip out of my used fuck hole. On the way home, I could feel the load dripping down my leg. It wasn't until I got home that I pushed and realized his load was just as huge as his cock as I pushed it out into my palm. That was the first load I took and the first load I ate out of my own ass. I will surely remember it and the amazing fuck.
The only problem now is I am always hungry for a big load from a big cock in my ass!
Labels: big-dick, first-time, gg-bc, latino
