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                                 by Lance Kester

     The job was a promotion to a position and salary I could not turn down.
Taking it, however, meant a move to another city where I took the first
apartment I looked at.  It was located in a nice neighborhood and cost more
than I had ever paid, but with my new salary and a good inheritance from my
grandfather, I could easily afford it.  The only bad thing was that in an
expensive area there were almost no people around who were my age.  Most
twenty  five year olds can not afford what I could.
     I did not give much thought to finding friends or sex for the first two
weeks.  The work at the office during the day and settling into my apartment
at  night consumed most of my waking hours.  It was not until the third week
that I  realized how horny I was.  I introduced myself to an older lady who
lived  across the hall and asked her if there were any people my age in the
building.   She said the only one was a young man who lived above me, but she
knew I would  be looking for young women, and she did not know of any.  Little
did she know  that a young man was exactly what I was looking for!
     Now my free time was giving to devising a plan to check out this “young
man.”  My neighbor had not been able to tell me any details.  Did he live with
his parents?  Did he have a lover (male or female)?  Was he attractive?  But I
had found my prey.  I was going on a hunt and enjoying every minute of it.
That night I lay in my bed flipping through magazines of nude guys and
wondering if the young man in the apartment upstairs looked like any of them.
I wondered if his bedroom was right over mine.  Was he lying in his bed
playing with his dick and wishing he had someone there to suck it.?
     My dick was rock hard from lack of recent attention and begging for
abuse.  It was pointing straight up at the ceiling, above which I was sure lay
another youth with an equally hard and longing dick.  I looked back at the
magazine and saw an especially attractive young man with a long, semi hard
dick  lying across his thigh.  God, I wanted to be there between his legs
licking on  his cock and feeling it grow hard in my mouth!  I knew exactly
what his cock  tasted like and the feel of it as it went in and out of my
mouth.  As he grew  hotter, he would begin to press his hips forward thus
pushing his hot cock  first toward the back of my mouth and then, as he grew
closer to his climax, he  would push it down my throat.  He cummed in long
spurts, some of it going down  my throat untasted and some filling my mouth
with its warm deliciousness.  I  dropped the magazine and watched my own long
dick as it erupted into its own  spurts of white cum.  Since I had not shot in
several days, I was loaded.  The  first shot went flying all the way up to my
face.  It lay on my nose and lips  as the next three landed in various places
on my hairy chest.
     I put the magazine on the table beside my bed and wiped the cum off my
face and chest with a towel.  Looking at pictures of naked guys and beating
off  was all right in its place, but I was ready for the real thing.  I wanted
someone else’s cum on me.  Tomorrow I would begin in seriousness my hunt for
the man upstairs.
     It was no hunt at all.  As I was coming in from the office the next day,
there he was coming down the steps.  I spoke and he spoke with a smile and
kept  moving.
     “You live here?” I asked thinking fast.  “I just moved in and haven’t met
anyone.  I’m in 204.”
     “I’m Carl,” he said pausing and giving me a full view of a handsome face.
He was a perfect piece of twenty year old manhood.  Tall and lean and wearing
jeans, he gave no indication that he was anything but a hopelessly straight,
woman chaser.  “I’ve got a job to do.  See you later.”  He was off down the
stairs two at at time.  I called after him to stop by for a drink some time.
As he went out the door, he yelled he would.
     I was immobilized.  It was as if a gun had shot me through the heart with
his beauty.  For a moment I could hardly move.  I was panting.  Then came to
me  the faint smell of his body, his soap, and a subtle cologne.  He was my
ideal  of a real man.
     I ran down to check the mail boxes and found that C. Dodson lived in
apartment 304, directly over me!  When I got in my apartment, I could think of
nothing else but Carl Dodson.  I could see him in my mind over and over as he
smiled and spoke to me.  I tried to think where he was going.  To see his
girl?  Or any girl?  Carl was too handsome to be lacking for female
companions.      Then I remembered he said he had a job to do.  What kind?  In
his jeans he  looked like a laborer.  But he was too clean to be in heavy or
dirty work.   Maybe he worked for the phone company.  Or maybe he worked on
computers in  offices after the staff went home.  He could work on my phone or
computer any  time, I thought.
     All evening I stayed near the door listening for Carl to return.  Near
midnight I gave up and went to bed.  I got out my male magazines and then put
them away.  In my mind’s eye I could see Carl, and that was all I needed to
raise my eight inch dick to its full length.  With my hand and dick I made
love  to Carl in every way thinkable until I plastered a load of love juice
all over  my own body.  As I was turning off the light, I heard a chair move
over my  head, and I knew Carl was going to bed.  If only with me!
     The next two days were unbearable.  I was in heat.  Not even a morning
and  night jack off helped to cool me.  If I was lucky I could catch him
coming down  the stairs right after dinner.  Where was he going?  Naturally,
the easiest  thing to do would be to ask him, but that was too forward and
spoiled the fun  of fantasy.  After he left the third night, I decided to do
something desperate.  I would go to a gay bar.  I was there long enough to
have one drink  and pick up the local gay paper.  Bars are not my cup of tea.
I have seldom  seen the kind of man I want in an all male bar.  Carl would
never be in such a  place.
     In bed I once again pulled on my cock, had a great organism, and was
totally bored.  I read through the gay paper and found myself looking at the
escort section.  Over a dozen boys were advertising themselves for “dates.”  I
found the idea repulsive.  Then I looked at an advertisement of a company that
provided “dates.”  As I was closing the paper, I thought, Why not?  I had
never  paid for sex.  I never had to.  Frankly speaking, I am young, healthy,
and have  been told I’m very good-looking.  As a matter of fact, I have had
few one night  stands.  My partners have often returned for repeats.  And
while I’m being  truthful, I might add that I do have a long dick, and I know
how to use it.      Hell, I was new in town.  I didn’t know anyone.  Why not
call for a  “date?”  No, as much as I would enjoy pulling something new off, I
just could  not do it.  But at that very moment, I heard a noise overhead, and
I knew Carl  was home.  Damn it!  It was his fault, I told myself picking up
the phone.      The man on the other end of the phone was very polite but
asked more  questions than I was prepared to answer.  I just wanted him to
send a good-look  man, but he wanted me to tell him exactly what kind of man.
I gave him a  description of Carl knowing that they would not have any that
good.  The man  also wanted to know if I had any special instruction.  In a
moment of
inspiration I told him to tell the “date” to pretend that he was just dropping
by for a visit.  He could be a phone repairman.  Or a friend of a friend,
anything but a paid “date.”  And in time I would seduce him.  Also, I wanted
the “date” not to give in too easily.  Make it a real seduction which would
move slowly to a happy ending in bed.  I impressed upon the dating service
that  they not send me some easy whore who wanted to trick and run.  I was
told that  this would cost more, but I was willing to pay for it.
    We set the event for the following evening.  The last thing I was told was
that if I changed my mind, I must call and break the engagement.  Failure to
do  so would be charged to my credit card.  I guessed that a lot of people got
cold  dicks at the last moment.  Not me.  I planned it and would go through
with it.   Actually, I did call back the dating service, but only to tell them
that I  would prepare dinner for the date.
     The next day I went to the grocery store on the way home from school.
What to fix a hustler?  Nothing fancy.  He’d probably be some farm boy from
Iowa new in town and down on luck.  Steak, potatoes and a salad would do.
At seven I was putting the last touches on dinner when the doorbell rang.
Right on time, I thought.  I opened the door and could not believe my eyes.
It  was Carl in all his beauty!
     “How about that drink you promised?” he asked with his warm smile.  “Is
it  convenient?”
     My breath was short.  It all came to me in a flash.  Carl was a hustler!
That accounted for his living in an expensive apartment.  No wondered he went
out at nights saying he had a job to do.  I congratulated myself on telling
the  “dating service” to send  me a man with Carl’s description.  I got the
real  thing!  I could not believe this beautiful man was finally going to be
mine.  I  could feel my face growing red with excitement.  He sat on my sofa
and talked  as comfortably as if we had know each other for years.  He
followed me to the  kitchen to watch me mix the drinks.  When he saw two
places set at the table,  he apologized for coming at that hour and said he
could come back.  God, he was  even good at playing the game!  I went along
saying that the person coming had  called and canceled.  I invited him to have
dinner with me and with a polite  reluctancy he accepted.
     When we went back to the living room, Carl started fooling with his belt
and making a face.  I asked him what was wrong, and he said that someone had
given him jeans that were too small.  I asked to see, and he obligingly stood
and modeled them.  And that’s when I got my first look at what a bulging
crotch  he had.  The jeans were great for showing off what I most wanted to
see, but it  was obvious that they were too tight for his comfort.  He said he
wanted to  change into shorts since that was what I was wearing.  Then he
invited me to  follow him to his apartment while he changed.  I would have
followed him to the  ends of the earth!
     He took me to his bed room and pulled a stack of shorts from his dresser.
He slipped his jeans off, and because he wear no undershorts, I got my first
glimpse of his beautiful dick.  It was long when soft, and I knew it would be
a  monster when hard.  He picked up his shorts, and then turning to me, asked,
“Which ones?”  Trying to take my eyes off his dick, I pointed to the blue
shorts.  He slipped in them facing me, giving me one last view of his lovely
dick as it went out of sight into his pants.  “How this?” he asked.
     I looked at his shorts and then realized that they were longer than the
tan pair.  Because he seemed interested in my opinion, I suggested the tan
pair.  Also, I wanted another look at his dick.  Quickly, he pulled off his
shorts and picked up the tan ones.  The button was fasten so it took him a few
seconds to unhook it.  In the mean time I was getting another free look at his
dick.  This time it was in profile, and I could see he had a big ball sack
which pushed out his dick.  When he got his shorts on, he asked “How do you
like this?”  Like it?  I could have got on my knees and eaten his shorts right
off him!  “They are not too short, are they?”  In fact, they were so short I
thought his dick head might come peeking out at any moment, and I kept hoping
it would, but I assured him they were fine.
     The meal, the conversation, and the time all went quickly by.  What went
slow was the seduction.  But I could not fault him.  He was giving what I
asked  for, a slow seduction.  But by nine, I was ready for some action.  I
brought  the conversation around to pornography and invited him to my bedroom
to show  him what I had.  He looked a little uneasy at first, but smiled and
said, “Why  not?”
     I handed him a few magazines of male nudes.  He looked a little funny and
smiled and said, “Whatever turns you on.”  When I asked what turned him on, he
said a really good blow job.  My knees instinctively weaken.  Then I
remembered  that this good-looking dude must get more blow jobs than anyone
else.  I asked  when he last had one, and he said it had been some time.  I
thought it was  probably last night.  Then he said with a husky voice that he
could sure use  one now.  God, he sounded so real.  I looked and saw that his
dick was  beginning to stick out of his shorts.  I went to him and told him he
was losing  something.  So saying I put my hand on that lovely piece of meat.
He closed  his eyes and moaned softly and told me that my hand felt so good on
him.  I  asked how he would like my mouth on the same place.  He said nothing
but  quickly pulled down his shorts letting his totally hard eight inch dick
pop  straight out.  At that moment the phone rang.  He laughed and said he
would  take a piss while I answered the phone.  I said fuck the phone, but he
said he  had to piss and it would take a little time with his dick so hard.
     The caller identified himself as the man at the escort service.  I told
him everything was fine, but he said it was not.  He said that just as his
escort got to my door, he saw me letting another young man in, and that he
(the  escort) left.  Furthermore, if I was going to use another escort
service, the  least I could do was call and that they were charging me with
one date.  I hung  up the phone realizing that Carl was for real!  I had
thought I was seducing a  hustler, and I had seduced the real thing instead.
     When I got back to my bedroom, Carl was lying across the bed with nothing
on but a hardon.  He smiled and said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I really
need  this taken care of.”  With these words, he took his hard dick in hand
and shook  it in my direction.  Mind?  I was going wild with expectation.  I
told him he  could have whatever he wanted.
     Without another word, he took hold of my head and pulled it right down on
his hard cock.  He allowed me a few seconds to suck on the head and get it
wet,  and then he pulled my face right down in his pubic hair easing his long
cock  right down my throat.  I didn’t even realize I was taking it all until I
began  to run out of air.  Just then he pushed my head up and I caught a
breath, and  then he pushed his cock back down my throat.  This time he moved
his hips and  gave a few jabs before letting me come up for air.  Then back
down.  He knew  just how long to keep his dick buried in my throat before
taking it out.  I was  in bliss and so was he.  He kept saying how great my
mouth was and how good it  felt on his dick.  Then he started saying, “Suck me
off!  Suck me off!  Make me  cum.  I want to cum in that hot mouth of yours!”
Within three minutes, he was  unloading a hot stream of cum down my throat.
The only part I tasted was a few  after drops that appeared when he pulled it
out of my throat.
     He lay back on the pillow, and I licked his dick as he grew soft.  Then I
started licking his balls.  When he did not object, I sucked one into my
mouth.  “You know this is my first time with a man,” he said matter-of-factly.
I had heard that before, but with Carl I believed him.  “I have never had a
woman suck me the way you just did,” he continued.  “I’m always trying to get
some good head, but I usually get a toothy scrapping instead.”
     I sucked his other ball into my mouth, and listened to his pleasing
voice.  He was laid back and comfortable.  “Damn!” he said.  “From now on I’m
going to fuck the women, but come to you when I want a blow job.”  Then he
raised up on the pillow and asked politely, “Is that okay with you?”  By way
of  answer I tried to get both his huge balls in my mouth.  I then looked up
and  asked, “Why don’t you come to me for fucking, too?”
     “I’m still horny,” he said.  “You want to do it now?”  In a flash I had a
condom on that big dick and was lying on my back with my legs up in the air.
He looked a little funny, and asked, “Is this the way you do it?  I thought
you  would lie on your stomach.”  I knew then for sure, this was Carl’s first
time  with a guy.
     I almost cummed when he pushed into me.  He was easy at first and grew
more fierce by the minute.  We were face to face, and I felt I was being
fucked  by the most beautiful man in the world.  And I could tell he was
enjoying it,  too.  I pushed my luck and asked for a kiss.  He hesitated, and
then said he  guessed I deserved it.  With that he leaned over and kissed me
lightly, but I  could tell it was an act of appreciation.  The kiss seemed to
intensify his  passion, and his plunges up my ass grew harder.  I could feel
that long,  beautiful cock that had been down my throat now fully up my ass.
I had gotten  it from both ends on the same night.  Then without my asking, he
leaned over  and kissed me again, this time deeply and longingly.  I heard him
moan and  could feel his hard cock constricting and unloading a stream of cum.
He leaned  back and without pulling his dick out of me, he grabbed my cock and
began  beating it.  Within ten seconds, it was shooting cum all over both of
us.  He  laughed and said that beating me off was the least he could do after
what I had  given him.  I guess he felt he had to apologize for beating on my
dick.  Little  did he realized how often straight guys had given me an
appreciative jerk off.     I got out of bed and pulled him to the shower.  We
both got in and I washed  him from head to toe.  When I started on myself, he
smiled and asked to do it.   He took the wash cloth and went straight to my
dick and washed it good.  When  he was finished, he smiled that disarming
smile and said it felt strange but  not bad to hold another man’s dick.  He
was experiencing male sex for the first  time.  I knew at that moment for a
certainty that Carl would never be gay, but  that he would always understand.
I also thought it a pity that more
heterosexual men could not be more experimenting in the sexual activities.
As we were dressing I asked Carl which he liked best of what we had done.
He said no one had ever sucked his cock the way I had and that whenever I felt
like it, I could do it again.  I suggested that very minute, and he was out of
his clothes in a second.  Needless, to say, Carl spent the night.  The next
time I got his load, I pulled back enough to taste it, and as I had suspected,
it was delightfully sweet.
     Carl still sees his girl friends, but about once or twice a month, he
spends the night with me, and I drain that long, hard cock dry before morning.

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Joe was a bit small for a twenty one year old and his size often bothered him.
Most of the time he just hung around at home and occasionally went up the local youth center.  Joe often fantasized what it would be like to be a “big guy” with a rough and tough stature.  Lot’s of times he dreamed of some of the bigger guys at the youth center and what it would be like to really give it to them.

Joe had a few friends at the center, Jason and Mark.  Jason was a towering six foot two and had weighed well over two hundred pounds.  He was all muscle and had a perfect body, big and very powerful.  Jason had the deepest voice Joe had ever heard and it made him melt.  On the other hand Mark was big and burley, more like a biker.  He had a really rough edge to him and was what you would call a man’s man.  Most of the time the three friends would talk about sports and other general life issues.  Joe really became excited each time he met with Jason and Mark, he continued to fantasy about what it would be like to control them, be in charge in a sexual situation with some big rough guys.

One night at the center, Jason invited the guys to his new apartment for some drinks.  The place was small and dimly lit, and the only thing in the refrigerator was beer.  They all sat around the kitchen table and started drinking and talking about the “regular things.”  Jason took his shirt off and was only wearing a pair of shorts, he the guys to relax and make themselves at home.  The muscles on Jason’s body were unbelievable, massive arms, wide strong shoulders and smooth perfect skin.  Because of the heat in the apartment Mark removed his shirt also and sprawled out on the couch.  Jason immediately said “wow what a hot body” Mark responded “yours is hotter baby,” Joe just sat in amazement.  Jason got behind Joe and grabbed his bulging cock that was sticking out of his pants. The three of them stood up and walked over to the small bed against the wall.  Mark and Jason undressed Joe and started massaging his body.

Jason went to a drawer and took out a couple pairs of handcuffs, he went over to Mark and cuffed his hands behind the bed frame.   Jason handed Joe the other set of cuffs and told him to cuff him to the other side of the bed.  Joe was so excited and was finally getting what he dreamed about, being in control of some big tough guys!  Joe cuffed Jason to the bed next to Mark and then just stood there, viewing the feast that was about to take place.  Joe looked around the room, Mark asked him what he was doing and Joe just replied…”this is my show.”  Mark and Jason looked at each other realizing the Joe looked a little different now, he looked confident even strong.  Joe found some rope and quickly tied the two slaves feet to the end of the bed.  Joe’s cock was swollen full of love blood and the other guys were just as hard and eager for some relief.  Joe got on to the bed and started stroking both cocks with all his might, he then straddled Mark and made him suck his rock rod.  He then moved over to Jason and shoved his meaty love wand into Jason’s mouth.
Things were heating up and Joe kept alternating between mouths, shoving it in Jason’s then ramming it into Mark’s muscular mouth, Joe was in control and he was loving it.  Joe put his legs over Mark and shoved Mark’s giant cock into his ass, Joe rode around like it was a brand new Mercedes.   Then Joe again switched back and forth between cocks, riding and pumping like mad.   Jason blew his salty love juice into Joe’s ass and Mark shot it all over the three of them.  Joe uncuffed Jason and made him turn over on his belly before putting the cuffs back on, he did the same to Mark.  Now, Joe felt the power he wanted, he shoved his cock into Jason’s big ass and squirted his hot load all the was inside. This was what he needed and he knew it, total control.  Staying hard Joe jammed up Mark’s love hole and pumped his load all over Mark’s anal walls.  Jason was shaking Joe, “wake up Joey, wake up,” come on dude you gotta get out of here I have to get to work.   Joe wondered what the hell was going on! He looked around and asked “where is Mark?” Jason replied “he left last night after you passed out,” …….. Jason told Joe what occurred, they all got to the apartment and started drinking and after about four drinks Joe passed out on the couch, they just covered him and let him sleep it off.

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There was a kid who was the ugliest looking kid you can ever imagine.  He barely stood at five feet tall.  His thick, brown hair was so messy and nappy.  It looked like he didn’t brush it in years.  The glasses that he wore were very crooked, also were bigger than his face.  Another thing about him is he never ate.  He always read, did homework. Or, studied for tests, this kids name is Robert

So, after sitting alone for so long, Robert was used to having his other peers ignore him and throw stuff at him while he is doing homework or studying for tests.  Robert thought it was another stupid prank pulled by one of the peers, but for some reason and till this day no one knows why, but Robert had looked up and saw a man sitting at his table.

This man in Robert’s eyes was the hottest man he had ever seen.  This man was six feet tall, shaved-bald head, ocean-blue eyes and muscles all over his body even in places that were unimagined.  The style of clothing this man wore was athletic-casual.  When Robert saw this man sitting down, he was wearing a skin tight short-sleeve spandex top tucked into a pair of boot-cut Levi 501’s. 

As this man was sitting and getting comfortable at Robert’s table, he had pulled out a note from his pocket and introduced himself as Alexander.  Then, he had slid the note that was in his hand towards Robert. 

Robert had then, grabbed the note, unfolded it and read it.

“I have been watching you all week.  I would like to see more of you.  I want to see what you have to offer.  You are very mysterious and interesting.  I like that in a man.  What I would really like also is to get past your physical characteristics and ‘see’ what my mysterious boy mentally has to offer.  If you are interested meet me in the pool locker room after school.  –

 Hopefully to be yours,

 Alexander =-) ”

            After Robert was done reading this “secret” letter, he was a little embarrassed but pleased that someone found him to be attractive.  So after lunch Robert could not stop thinking about Alexander.  He was a little hesitant thinking should he or should he not go to the pool. 

            With him wondering if this was a big joke from one of the classmates, or if it was really for real he decided at his last class just to go to the pool locker room after school.  As he approached the locker room door, he had realized that his swim suit was not there at school with him, but he went in anyway. 

            So Robert had went in to the locker room, walked around the little corridor, passed the teacher’s / coach’s office not paying attention if anyone was in the office, then went down the aisles of lockers he didn’t see anyone in there, but heard the shower water running. 

            “Hello?  Anyone in here” Robert called out.  There was no answer.  Then he called out again “Hello?”  Again, no answer.  So Robert decided to get undressed and hopped in the shower anyway, thinking that Alexander could be in there and just didn’t hear him, or he could be in the pool all ready.  Now Robert being butt-naked and nervous about Alexander, gets in the shower and sees this man in the shower with his back to Robert.  As Robert is seeing the backside of this hot wet man, he likes it.  This guys muscular back shows all the curves and finally getting down to the nice bubble butt.  The ass on this man is screaming out to Robert, “GRAB ME!!!!!  SQUEEZE ME!!!! SPANK ME!!!!!!!!  EAT ME!!!!!

            So, Robert still a little hesitant about the whole thing gets down on his knees, rubs this gorgeous bubble butt very sensuously, spreads the cheeks a little bit but chickens out, and stands back up.  The guy turns around and low and behold it is Alexander with a hard dick.

            By this time Robert is getting hard just thinking he was about to eat some guys butt.  Then getting harder because it is Alexander rock hard and soaking wet.  His chest is glistening, the water just running down the beautiful pectorals and erect nipples.  The 8-pack almost going on 10-pack abs is to die for.  Robert looking a little lower at the manhood on Alexander.  Robert slowly looking up at Alexander’s blue eyes and shaved bald, wet head, is now rock hard.

            Laughing, Alexander says “Man, you are just too cute, there is nothing to worry about.”  Reaching out to touch Robert, finishing up the shower, “Robert finally speaks and says “Don’t forget to wash where the sun don’t shine.”  Then they turn off the water, and grab their towels.  Back into the locker area putting the towels away in the lockers Robert tells Alexander “I don’t have a swimsuit with me, so I hope that’s ok with you I can just watch you swim, I could sit on the edge with my feet in the water.”

            “No dude, you are coming in with me,” Alexander Replies, “and I am going to teach you how to swim, it is sexier to swim naked, and I know that you don’t know how to swim.”

            As Robert is reaching for his underwear, but suddenly stops in the middle of the motion speaks quietly kind of scared “ How — How do you know —– “ as he finally gets it out “ How do you know I don’t know how to—“

            Stopping Robert in his train of thought Alexander finished for him “ How do I know you can’t swim?”  Robert nods at him, “Remember I told you, I have been watching you.” Chuckling “I’m surprised you never seen me before, I’ve been in here for months.”

            Then Alexander grabs Roberts arm and says “let’s stop this small talk, quit wasting time, and get in the pool.” 

            As they get into the pool area Robert and Alexander are butt-naked, and Robert has this thought of “Oh my god, this is a joke and everyone is going to see me butt-naked and rock hard with this guy, my life is over.”

            They open the doors to the pool, and it’s empty.  Alexander lets go of Robert and he runs toward the deep end, and Robert is still standing at the pool doors going into the locker room.  Robert sees Alexander dive in, Alexander still in the water comes to where Robert is and says “you better get in here, the water is great.”

            Hesitant to do so, Robert moves slowly to the pool at the shallow end.  He gets the edge and sits down where Alexander is.  Then Alexander reaches over and touches Robert on the upper thigh, and looks up at him and says “Dude you are so beautiful.”

            “Thank You” replies Robert as he’s scotching his self into the pool, and slowly moves off the edge.  Standing in the pool, Robert grabs onto Alexander’s hands, and Alexander guides Robert away from the edge. 

            “Do you trust me?” Alexander asks Robert.

            Robert nods as they move away farther “Yes, why wouldn’t I?”

            “Good, just keep holding on to my hands, and let your arms extend, and pretend you are lying down, but continue to kick your feet.”

            As Robert did what Alexander told him to do, Alexander slowly let go of Robert, but kept his hands on Robert’s stomach to keep him floating.  He then moved one hand off Robert’s stomach down to his crotch, where we were already getting hard again.

            “Oh wow, the feel great!” exclaimed Robert as he stopped kicking and tried to roll over to float on his back.  Alexander continued to help, and in the process Alexander cradled Robert’s head, and Alexander shoved his tongue down Robert’s mouth, still having one hand on his crotch.

            “Hey Robert,” said Alexander as he came up for a breath from the kiss “did anyone tell you how beautiful you and your dick are?”

            Jokingly Robert’s response was “Yeah, me” as he looked up at Alexander and tried to reach for his crotch. Leaning his head back closing his eyes and smiling, he continued “I like this swim lesson can we do this everyday?”

            As Alexander brushed his hand over Robert’s wet body from head to toe, then went back up to the crotch area and turned Robert over onto the belly.  Alexander was rubbing his hand all over Robert’s backside.  Alexander then spread Robert’s butt cheeks apart.

            Just as Alexander was about to go down and have a good old time with Robert’s butt, there was a slamming noise like a door slamming.  Just then Robert was standing in the pool and looked up at who it was, along with Alexander who was looking at who came into the pool area.

            Robert’s jaw dropped because he knew who it was.  It was one of his fantasy men, Dr. Sanchez, but Dr. Sanchez liked everyone to call him by his first name which was Pablo.

            Dr. Sanchez, or Pablo, is an ex-marine.  He’s six feet tall shaved head and has dark green eyes.  With him being an ex-marine, his body is very muscular.  His arms are sixteen inches round, twenty inch chest.  He also has an incredible twelve pack that he calls his abs.  His thighs are eighteen inches round.  As Pablo’s swim suit, it was a pair of trunks with a box cut but these trunks was so tight that they had to have been either painted or peeled on, and there was no room for imagination when the package between Pablo’s legs was pretty much bursting out of the trunks. 

            “Hi Pablo” said Robert in a nervous tone, “this is Alexander he is teaching me how to swim.”  He said looking at Alexander with a smile and a raging hard-on.

            “Oh come on now.” Pablo said as he was getting in the water.  As Pablo got completely submerged in the pool, Pablo then pulled off his suit and threw it up on the pool deck.

            “It’s now my turn for this ‘lesson’ in swimming” said Pablo.  Robert looked at both the guys in a confused look but also excited.

“Ok do your thing Doc, teach me” said Robert laughing.

            “Your wish is my command” replied Pablo as he took a breath and went under water.

            Robert then said apologized to Alexander for the interruption and said” This blowjob is incredible.”  As he was moaning with pleasure from Pablo, Alexander got up on the wall and hoisted himself onto the deck so Robert can suck Alexander’s dick.

            Pablo finished up underwater then said “Why don’t we go in the locker room where we can continue this in the showers?”

            With no hesitation Robert got out of the pool and ran from the pool area into the showers as Pablo and Alexander grabbed the towels and took their time walking into the locker room.

            To Robert’s surprise as he walked into the locker room, there were a few athletic teams already in the locker room.  They were naked and sweaty from their practices.  Pablo then approached the group of men, and announced “OK boys, we have a virgin with us today—” As the teams cheered Robert got more excited and had couldn’t wait to get the shower thing on.”

            Pablo continued on with the announcement “—-Everyone gets a turn and be nice to the virgin boy he’s smaller than all of you.”

            Robert then chimed in “Don’t worry Doc I can take them, I can take all of them with no problem.”

            The first dick that Robert took was pretty average, he was about 5 inches long but man could that boy fuck.  Robert moaned, and screamed “Oh god yes.” As Robert tried to reach for his dick to jerk off Coach Pablo slapped his hand away from the dick.

            “If you need a dick, suck on this” Pablo said as he’s shoving his dick in Robert’s mouth.  Pablo is rock hard and 11 inches long and 6 inches round.

            Chocking on Pablo’s dick Robert is already up to boy number six.  The boy is getting bigger is dick size.  He’s nine inches long and instead of going in slow, he grabbed Robert’s hips and just jammed himself inside and is going to town.  Robert is crying with pleasure “Oh yeah, beat them balls on my ass, Oh god yes.”

            By this time Robert is soaking wet and his ass is so loose from being fuck by a dozen guys.  Pablo and Alexander are lathered up with soap along with a few others and Alexander asks Robert “Have had enough yet?”

            “NO!  Oh Hell no, I must finish up the rest of the team!” exclaims Robert. 

            Alexander backs away “Wow! Ok, I would have thought you’d be hurting by now boy.”

            As Robert is finishing up his last to boys, the last two have the idea to double fuck Robert.  Pablo walks in on Robert to see how he’s doing, if he was done yet and if his hole was hurting.  So Pablo sees what was going on, and Pablo walks up and again puts the head of his dick in Robert’s mouth and reaches down and feels Robert’s rock hard pulsating dick.

            Pablo then yells “OK, All you hot lathered boys he’s ready for the special cream!”

            The guys that were double fucking Robert pull out and lay Robert on the floor of the shower, and the guys that are all lathered up every single one of them that had there fun with Robert circle around him and jerk off.  Pablo is right over the head, and Alexander is straddle over Robert at the hips.

            “Ok boy you may start jerking that hot cock of yours” says Pablo to Robert. 

            So Robert grabs his cock and pumps it so fast.  As the first guy unloads his cum on Robert, that’s when Robert let loose too.  When each guy was done unloading they stuck their cocks in Robert’s mouth so he can clean them off.

            When all the guys were done Alexander and Pablo waited for Robert, and helped him up.  So the three of them continued with the shower, so Alexander and Pablo cleaned off Robert since he was still in awe from the hottest, and only, sexual experience he ever had.

            So the three of them went back to their lockers to get dried off and dressed to leave. 

            While in the locker room they were talking amongst themselves about how amazing that special session was.  Pablo and Alexander did not believe that this was Robert’s first time.

            Now Robert, Alexander, and Pablo are all dressed and are walking out of the locker room, and Robert says to both the guys “Thank You so much guys that was so incredible.”  The two of them looked at each other and smiled. 

            Both replied at the same time “Your Welcome”

            All three of them reached the parking lot entrance / exit.  Pablo went one way, and Alexander walked with Robert to his car while going to the car they were just talking about all they had in common.  Then they got to Alexander’s car and then the two of then hugged and said their good-byes.

            After Robert left Alexander, Alexander continued his one mile journey home luckily it was still daylight.  On his way home, Alexander could not get the amazing thoughts of what he done after school out of his head.  He got home hurried to finish his dinner to get his homework done, but he was still very distracted. 

            When it came time to go to bed, He kept thinking about his swim lesson and was rock hard thinking about it, so he decided to jerk off to the amazingly awesome thoughts of what he done, and who he done it with.  That night we can all say he went to bed happy =-)

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Hi! I’m Jake Wascom, and I’m an eighteen wheeler driver. My
handle is Cowboy, and I drive the southern 48 states. This is the
first time that I’ve ever felt like writing anything down in my
life, but something happened to me last week that changed my life
and it makes me want to keep track of things now. If someone else
is reading this, it probably means that I’m dead and gone, since
this is kind of a diary, and, since I’m not here, come to think of
it, why should I give a shit who reads this, anyway?
Like I said, I’m a professional truck driver, and I’m going to
take this story up just where it started, about two hundred miles
from Abilene, Texas. I had been driving for about four hundred
miles, and my shiny Peterbilt was humming. The constant vibration
of the road and the Pete’s big Cummins had left me tired and horny,
aching and irascible, and I was looking forward to stopping in
Abilene for a bite and some shut-eye.
The sun had set a couple of hours before, and even my old
travelling companion, the CB radio, was quiet. I was content and
and happy, and I surely wasn’t expecting any surprises that night,
because the road was rolling under my dozen and a half big wheels,
and I was well ahead of schedule into old Abilene. I had the radio
cranked up playing Waylon Jennings, and I had the windows down with
my elbow resting out in the cool Texas breeze.
I stopped at Garlit’s Truck Plaza to refuel my rig. The
service there is good, with decent fuel prices, and I make it a
point to stop there whenever I make the Atlanta-Abilene run. (I
own my own truck, and I have to be cost-conscious.

)
Anyway, I left my truck in the hands of the Mexican fuel
jockey and went inside to take a leak. Coming out, I stopped under
the truck stop’s awning and lit a cigarette. For a couple of
minutes I smoked and looked out across the Texas night. I guess I
was kind of day-dreaming. After a little while, I heard the twin
fuel pumps click off, and I turned back into the building to pay my
bill.
If you’ve seen one truck stop, by the way, you’ve seen them
all. Garlit’s was bigger than some, but they’re all laid out the
same way. The fuel islands for the big rigs are on one side, and
the auto fuel islands and restaurant are on the other. The fuel
desk at Garlit’s looked out over the fuel islands, and I went to it
and paid my bill.
I could see out to the truck, and I noticed a young fellow
standing there, close to my truck. From the distance I was at, I
couldn’t tell much about the fellow, but he had long hair and he
was carrying some kind of package. I groaned when I saw the boy, thinking he was some kind of panhandler. I didn’t need any kind of
shit, ’cause I was still four hours from Abilene, and, besides,
most of those panhandler types are just too God dam worthless to get
a decent job, anyhow.
I grabbed my fuel receipt and hurried out to my Pete. The
fellow looked up at me as I strode rapidly toward him. I had an
opportunity as I walked to examine him. He was a young man in his
early twenties, I’d say 22 or 24 years old and he wasn’t grimy like I figured he would be.
His blonde hair, although long, was clean and combed back from his
face. The boy wore jeans with the knees torn out and a tee-shirt.
As I got closer, I could see that his tee-shirt had a dinosaur on
it and said Jurassic Park.
His stance was non-threatening, and I decided on the spot to
just ignore him. I started to walk past him.
“Excuse me, sir,” the boy called out to me, “but would you be
heading toward Abilene?”
I glanced over at him, prepared to brush him off, but
something in his expression caused me to pause. The boy was, well,
kind of beautiful (and I would have bet money ten minutes before
that I never in my life would have found a man that I would call
beautiful). But, no lie, that’s the effect he had on me from the
first.
Let me explain. The boy had a handsome, young face with wide-
set, large and innocent sky-blue eyes. (It was his eyes that first
attracted my interest, and to this day, I think they’re his best
feature.) He wore his hair parted down the middle and swept back
along each side of his head. He was as slim as a colt, and he just
looked so, well, so damn young.
“Yeah?” I answered his question with a question.
“Yessir,” said Billy, “I need a ride.” Something in my
strange expression must have given him pause, because he stumbled
in his speech. “I, I mean, I’ll pay you, but, uh, I need to get
Abilene by morning. If, I mean, if you’re going that way.”
To my surprise, I found that I was interested in the young
man, and I really wanted to hear whatever story had put him out on
the Texas plain at 10:00 pm. I told him, “I don’t usually take on
any passengers.” His face fell, and I quickly added, “But it
happens I AM going to Abilene, and it’s late and I could use some
company, if for nothing else but to keep me awake.”
The boy grinned, exposing smooth, white teeth. “So you’ll
take me?”
“Sure, pardner,” I said. “Welcome aboard.”
“Thanks, mister!” he said. “My name’s Billy McDaniel’s, with
an’ s’.” The boy held out his hand.
I took his hand and shook it. His shake was firm and strong.
“Pleased to meet you,” I said. “Jake Wascom.”
I stuck my key in the passenger side door and unlocked it.
“Well, Mr. Billy McDaniel’s, throw your bag up in there and climb
in. We’re hitting the road.”
I watched him as he tossed his bag in and clambered up the
ladder into the cab. He just naturally climbed up, as if he had
done it dozens of times before. I went around to my side and
climbed in. My big Bostrum air ride seat settled down as I sat in
it, and I looked across at the boy. “Ready?” I asked.
“Sure am,” said Billy. “But, where should I put my bag?”
(It’s strange that for all their size, the interior room in the
front cab of a truck is limited.)
“Just throw it in the sleeper.” I indicated the Pete’s sleeper
compartment with my elbow, and then I watched the slender boy as he
leaned over and tossed the bag back. He settled back into his seat
and looked at me expectantly.
I grinned at his look of wide-eyed expectancy, and I turned
the key. The panel lit up with its dozen lights and gauges. I
checked the fuel gauges to be certain the Mexican had completely
filled my saddle tanks, and then I depressed the starter button.
The big Cummins rattled to life, and the turbo soon added its
distinctive whine.
I flipped the row of switches that turned on the truck and
trailer’s running lights, and glanced over at the boy. He had
slipped into his seat belt, and he looked ready to ride. I stomped
on the clutch and slipped the transmission into gear.
The Cummins bellowed, and the big Pete pulled smoothly away
from the fuel island. A few minutes later, and I was merging with
the sparse evening traffic on the interstate, and we were rolling
toward Abilene.
“Is this truck new?” the boy asked, talking loudly to be heard
over the wind, tires, and engine.
“Just about,” I hollered back. “Only about two hundred
thousand miles on it.” I patted the vinyl-covered dash affectionately. “Just now getting broken in!”
“Two hundred thousand?” The boy whistled. “How long did it
take to get that much mileage?”
“About a year and a half,” I answered. I watched the boy as
he looked around the interior of my rig. I could tell that he was
impressed by the big machine.
We chatted on and off for the next several hours, and the big
wheels ate up the miles until we were on the outskirts of Abilene.
We had rolled up the windows a couple of hours before, but the
smell of Abilene came into the cab strong, the smell of cattle and
industry, which are one and the same in Abilene, Texas.
“Where you going to, Billy?” I hollered.
“I can get off anywhere, Jake,” he answered. “I got to go
check on a job tomorrow, and I’m just going to find a motel
tonight.”
In the brief time that I had known the young man, I had taken
a shine to him. His innocent and cheerful personality lit a light
in a part of me that seldom saw day. That’s the only way I can
explain what I offered next.
“Well, I’m going to get a motel myself, Billy. I’ve got some
miles under my belt this time, and I’m about ready to take a long
shower and relax in front of some HBO. I know an Eight Days up the
road a ways that’s real reasonable and clean, too. Why don’t we
split a room?”
That I made that offer confused me even when I made it. Me,
Jake Wascom, footloose and fancy free, travelling the highways and
byways of America. (I really do see myself that way- funny, isn’t
it?) I always avoided entanglements with other people like I avoid
the cheap, sulphury Mexican diesel. And here I was asking a strange
boy that I didn’t know from Adam to share a room with me.
The look Billy gave me was really grateful, and that made me
feel better about my offer. We motored on into Abilene, and I
pulled into the roadside motel.
I parked the rig and went into the office to register. The
motel clerk was some kind of camel jockey, Iranian or something,
but he quickly got me checked into a double room. I got the keys
and walked back outside.
Billy was standing next to the ticking rig, leaned back
against the vertical grille with his sneakered foot up on the big
chrome bumper. I got my bag out of the compartment on my side,
opened the driver’s-side door, and pushed the central lock button.
I could hear the whoosh of air as the doors and compartments all
locked. I turned the key to arm the burglar alarm, and then picked
up my bag. I turned back to the front.
“You ready?” I asked the boy.
Billy sprang forward, his bag in his hand. “Yep!” he said.
As we walked toward the room, the warm breeze caused his long,
blonde hair to flutter, and I again had disturbing thoughts about
the young man’s attractiveness to me. With a concentrated effort,
I put such thoughts from my head.
The room was clean and neat, and we each tossed our bags on
the beds. Billy inspected the room and turned on the TV. I asked
him if he liked pizza, and we ended up later ordering from
Dominoes.
I sank down onto the bed and pulled off my boots and thick
socks. It felt so good to let my tired feet breathe. I looked over
at Billy. He was looking in all the dresser drawers, as curious as
a cat. I had to smile.
“Billy,” I said, “I’m going to hit the shower first. There’s
soap and stuff in the bathroom. You need anything?”
“Nope, Jake,” he said, “I’m about set.”
I laid a twenty down on the dresser beside him and told him to
go ahead and order the pizza if he was hungry.
“Alrighty,” Billy said.
I walked into the bathroom in my bare feet and started to
undress in front of the mirror. From force of long habit, I left
the door open. What I didn’t realize then was that there was a
mirror on the closet door opposite the bathroom, and that Billy,
laying in bed, could see me as I undressed.
I pulled my shirt up and over my head and examined myself in
the mirror. My chest is hairy and my belly is still slim, even
though I’m pushing forty. I guess it’s all the loading and
unloading I do with the truck. It’s hard physical labor, and it
keeps me fit. If it wasn’t for that, I would just become a lump
trucking around all day, like so many other drivers do.
I unbuckled my belt and slipped out of my jeans. I prefer
boxer shorts, and the sight of them and my pale legs always makes
me grin at myself. Oh, well, skin cancer may get my left arm and
my nose, but it sure won’t get my LEGS, at least.
I pushed the shorts off and glanced in the mirror. My large
cock, free of the soft fabric, settled loosely against the cradle
of my balls, and I somewhat idly scratched myself there for a
moment.
You’re still a handsome devil, I thought, and then I turned to
the shower. I adjusted the water and stepped in. I have a habit
of singing whenever I’m in the shower, and that night I sang a
Willie Nelson song.
“In the twilight there I see your
Blue eyes crying in the rain.
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we’d never meet again.
Love is like a dying ember,
Only memories remain.
Through the ages I’ll remember
Blue eyes crying in the rain.”
I have a fine tenor voice, even if I do say so myself, and
that song is one of my best. I love the emotion and sadness in
that song, and I like to sing it loud and clear.
I was concentrating on the difficult high notes while I soaped
up myself, and I didn’t notice that Billy had come into the room.
I was startled when he called out to me. “Hey, Jake, what’s that
you’re singing?”
After the initial shock of having someone talk to me in my
shower, I was able to laugh. “What kind of Texan are you, boy, if
you don’t recognize Willie Nelson? It’s from a record called the
Red-headed Stranger.”
I rinsed myself off and turned off the water. Billy was
saying that he had never heard of the song, but it was pretty and
kind of sad, too. Well, score one for the generation gap, but at
least the boy could appreciate fine music!
“How about handing me that towel there, pardner?” I asked the
boy, and I slid the shower curtain open.
Billy thrust the towel into my hand, and I glanced at the boy.
He had removed his shirt and jeans and changed into a pair of
cutoffs. He was barefoot. My eyes took in his smooth chest with
its nearly invisible blonde hair and his trim stomach. Looking at
him made me think of when I was a young man his age, and I mused on
it while we both fell silent.
I dried my hair off and stepped out of the shower. Billy was
leaning against the doorway, his lean body relaxed, his arms
crossed. His eyes were lowered, and I realized that he was looking
at my large cock.
Well, I’m a proud creature, and I could recognize an admiring
glance, and I didn’t blame the boy for his curiosity.
“You got a good set of equipment there, Jake,” Billy blurted
out, and then his eyes searched my face, suddenly anxious to see if
he had offended me.
I grinned at the boy. “It serves my purpose, Billy.”
I don’t know what got into me then, but it turned out that I
would be forever more glad that something did. I had dried my chest
and belly, and I wrapped the towel around my cock, drying it and my
balls vigorously. My cock responded to the stimulation and began
to harden. I leaned over to dry my legs and knees, and, when I
straightened, my cock was half-erect.
Billy’s eyes were back on my cock and I could tell that he was
wanting to say something. “What’s the matter, boy?” I said. “Cat
got your tongue?”
“Uh, no, Jake.” Billy said. “But I was wondering… uh, I
mean, with that cock you must have had offers from other guys, uh,
haven’t you?”
I could tell where he was heading, and I could have stopped
him if I wanted to, but hearing a trim young man talk like that to
me made me proud. I wanted to hear him out.
“What do you mean, Billy?” I answered his question with a
question.
“Uh, I mean that I would like to take that big cock of yours
and suck on it.”
Truth be told, no one had ever told me that before, and I
looked closely at the young man. Billy’s face was anxious, but he
had an expression, too, of earnestness. I thought it over for a
moment.
And it was my cock that decided the issue for me. As I was
looking at the slender boy and thinking, my cock arose all by
itself. I looked down in wonder at my organ, and I was forced to
laugh.
“Well, Billy,” I said, “it seems that at least one part of me
is all for that idea. But I’ve never been sucked on by a man, and
you’ll have to be careful with me. If I don’t like it, I’m going
to tell you to stop.”
“Oh, I will, I will!” Billy cried. He held his hand out and
my hand slipped into his. The touch of his hand in mine felt
entirely natural, and I watched his lean body move as he walked.
The boy led me out of the bathroom and to the closest bed.
“Just lay down, Jake, and relax. I’ll take care of the rest.”
I lay down on the bed, and my adventurous organ pressed up
against my stomach. Billy slipped out of his shorts and sat down
on the bed beside me. He was not wearing underwear, and I had a
clear view of the top of his head and his slender shoulders when he
leaned over and took my cock into his mouth.
The reader will have to bear with me because this will be hard
for me to describe. I was married for fifteen years, and my prude
of a wife, in all that time, would never suck my cock. The dozen
or so blow-jobs I’ve had in my life were all at the hands of
whores, and all of them were nothing compared to the blow-job I
received that night from the blue-eyed young man.
Billy started by wrapping his lips tightly around the enlarged
head of my cock. He nibbled with his lips on the lower edge, and
then he stuck the tip of his tongue into my piss-slit. The
sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
I was finding it hard to stay relaxed, because I could feel my
breath speeding up, and I could feel my body tense. Billy moved
his lips down along my shaft, taking much of my cock into his eager
mouth. I felt my cock bottom against his throat, and then he
started up my shaft.
Up and down his head went, and I found my breathing changing
to match his strokes. I leaned my head back against one of the
sanitized motel pillows and I allowed my hands to rest beside me.
I could see the top of his head moving up and down as he worked my
cock. His long hair lay against my stomach.
Surprisingly to me, I quickly became accustomed to the idea
that I was laying in bed with another man.
Billy moved his head faster, and I began to feel a warmth in
my belly. The sensations were coming fast and heavy and I felt a
strange combination of pleasure and discomfort. Billy had the base
of my shaft in one hand and he gently squeezed my balls with his
other hand.
His efforts had me humming, and I didn’t know how much more I
could take. Billy would twist his head slightly when he slid his
lips upward, and I would tingle every time he did that. The
tingling feeling grew, and I was soon panting.
My hands could no longer be passive, so I reached down and
placed one hand on Billy’s slender shoulder. The warmth of his
skin seemed to reassure me (from what, I don’t know). My other
hand knotted into the sheets, I guess.
I felt the fires ignite in my belly and knew that I would soon
explode. I don’t know if I cried out or not, but my belly pulled
inward suddenly and I came.
My hips rocked, but still the boy’s mouth clutched at my cock.
I felt a big outpouring of my jism blast from me, and the amazing
young man took it all in his mouth.
Even then, he keeps up the motions. Soon, I exploded again,
and he took it from me, milking my cock for every drop of come.
With this second immense shot, I was done, and the tension left my
body. I fell back against the sheets, exhausted.
Billy milked a few more drops from me, and then he released my
cock. It lay against my belly like some spent thing. The boy
licked it where it lay, making echoes in me that reminded me of the
passion just past.
Billy left my cock and laid snugly along side me. I could
feel his cock against my hip. The boy leaned over me, close to my
face, and I knew that he was going to kiss me. Oddly enough, I had
previously thought that the kiss of a man would be distasteful, to
say the least, but I found that I welcomed the lips of the slender
boy.
I leaned my head over and pressed my lips against his. Soon,
we were french-kissing. I let my tongue roam around in his mouth,
and I could taste the distinctive flavor of my own cum. It was a
strange and marvelous experience for me. I could feel his taut,
young body pressed against mine, and his lips were hot and hungry,
not yielding and reserved like a woman’s.
The slender boy tossed a leg over mine, and he was astride me,
his lips still pressed to mine. I took his face in my hands,
holding him there by framing his strong jaw with my fingers and
thumbs. It was the longest and most satisfying kiss I had ever
had.
I became aware of the boy’s cock pressing against my hip, and
I a thought occurred to me that I should return some of the
pleasure he had given me. I broke off the kiss and pushed him onto
his back. He lay there with a puzzled expression, which changed
when I bent to his crotch.
Billy’s cock was well proportioned, about six inches long, and
circumcised. A drop of shiny pre-cum glistened at the tip.
Suddenly, I had a real hunger to take that member into my mouth,
and the suddenness with which the desire arose shocked me. My mind
whirled with several thoughts, but I gently picked up the boy’s
member.
I touched my tongue gently to the tip, tasting that liquid
drop there. It felt amazingly cool on my tongue. I then pressed
my lips together and wrapped them around the head of Billy’s cock.
I tried to remember how he had done mine, and I tried to
burrow the tip of my tongue into his piss-slit. This caused Billy
to moan, so I moved my lips further down, until I had his entire
head inside my mouth.
Billy had made it look easy, but it was actually difficult to
remember to keep my lips pressed well forward from my teeth. I
nibbled at the lower edge of his helmet with my lower lip, as he
had done for me, and was rewarded with another groan from the boy.
I slid my lips down his shaft. I could really feel the veins
in his cock slide past my lips. His cock was a fullness in my
mouth. I had to adjust my head position to take more of his
length. His shaft bumped into the back of my palate, and I tilted
my head slightly so I could take some more.
His cock pressed past my tonsils, I guess, and the fullness in
my mouth caused me to gag. I suppressed the urge, and then I
remembered to breathe through my nose. I had to concentrate
continuously on keeping my teeth away from his tender flesh.
Billy looked down at me, and I could just see his face from
the corner of my eye. His eyes were half-lidded.
I had a hand pressed to his taut stomach, and I could feel the
tension gathering in the boy. As I slid back up along his member,
Billy shivered.
I found that his length was easily taken, and I soon started
a rhythmic up and down motion. Billy moaned out his pleasure as I
stroked. I became used to the feeling of his shaft in my mouth,
and I took it from head to base with ease.
In a way, it gave me a sense of power, knowing that I could
exercise such control over the slender boy’s pleasure. I resolved
not to misuse the power, and I bent to my task.
Billy’s breath came more quickly, and his moaning increased.
I could feel the strong forces at play in his body. I remembered
how he had given his head a small twist when he ran his lips across
the edges of my helmet, and I copied the motion.
Billy was good for several more strokes, and then his body
became hardened, he exhaled forcefully and lifted his narrow hips
from the bed.
I took his cum in my mouth.
It was nothing like what I expected. For one thing, the juice
exploding from the boy was cool, not hot. It had a surprisingly
salty taste, and the taste was not unpleasant.
I raked my lips repeatedly back and forth across his helmet,
trying to milk his cock for more of the fluid.
Billy shuddered and cried out again. Another load of cum shot
into my mouth, and I quickly swallowed the load.
I glanced up at Billy. The boy had his hands tangled into the
sheets and his head thrown back. His chest was red and heaving. I
turned my head and looked down along his slender, long legs. I
could see that his toes were pointed.
I continued the milking motions and was rewarded by another
explosion that nearly lifted me off the boy. I could feel the cum
pulse from his cock, and the last of his load sputtered into my
mouth. I gave his cock a few more licks with the tip of my tongue,
and then I gently released the boy.
Billy laid there, his face relaxed. I could see the strength
returning to his body. He gave me a sleepy smile. I settled onto
an elbow, just watching the boy for a time.
My thoughts were confused. I, Jake Wascom, a man’s man, had
sucked a cock, and I enjoyed it! The experience was stronger and
WILDER than anything I ever had gotten from a woman. I was bemused
somewhat that I was, so late in my life, discovering a new side of
my sexuality.
Of course, I wouldn’t have discovered this new side of me at
all if it were not for the wide-eyed, slender hitchhiker before me.
I began to feel a great affection for the blue-eyed boy.
My thoughts must have run across my face, because when my
attention returned to Billy, he was smiling.
“How you doing, Jake?” Billy asked.
“Just fine, Billy,” I said, and I realized that I was telling
an absolute truth.
“Want to take another shower?” Billy smiled, exposing smooth
white teeth.
I could only nod mutely, my feelings too strong for words.
Billy reached out and took my hand.
I grinned despite myself.
Oh, the evil, evil boy!
The End

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Steve was a 29 year old ex-con I met in Texas when I
was 19, going to Tech school. He was about 6′-2′ and
very butch. He had large muscular build from working
out in prison, his upper torso was mostly covered with
tattoos of serpents, skulls, barbed wire and the like.
His crew cut hair was dirty brown and he had a
mustache like a cop. He was white trash and just
looked like a convict, but that rough quality made him
pretty hot to me.

He had been convicted of a god knows what. I never
asked. He was out on parole in a program that got you
out early if you went to school and stayed there
crime-free. I knew him from parties at the dorm
complex our school ran. He wasn’t the type of crowd I
normally ran with. But he sold weed making our
friendship a necessity. He was a craw ass though. One
of the most vivid images I have of him was answering
the door at one of their parties and spitting hi-proof
alcohol and lighting it up, spitting flames at the guy
who knocked on the door. Crazy shit. Hanging with him
was flirting with the devil, but it was a turn on and
he seemed to like me – I always felt safe with him. I
had heard him kidding about prison sex a few times and
even watched him pretend to rape his roommate James as
a joke. He would grab James and throw him on the
couch, saying, “Give that tight pussy of yours”. He
would pretend hump him while James just laughed. The
group of us would laugh, I would stir inside my pants.

One Friday night I was trying to score a joint and
went to see him. The dorm complex was pretty dead,
everyone seemed to be somewhere else. In the hot Texas
summer, the windows were open and he answered the door
wearing just and old pair of jeans. He had been
drinking beer and sweating, his tatted upper half
reflecting the light of the front porch. His dirty
bare feet could be smelled before I saw them. He was
out of weed to sell, but said he would toke his last
joint with me. We hung out there getting high watching
the TV for a while, but the buzz wore off and we got
bored. He told me he had a few hits of LSD and asked
if I wanted to trip some acid with him. “You gotta
commit to it bro, it’ll keep us going all night. I
went for it thinking it would be an uncharted
adventure to trip with this dude.

We did the LSD and spent the better part of the next 8
hours spelunking around the dorm complex and the
immediate neighborhood. Both our roommates worked the
night shift and got home in the early hours so we
could not hang out at either of our places and keep
them awake with out acid-head banter.

After an uneventful trip, Steve directed us to a
baseball dugout across the street from the dorms and
thought that`d be a cool place to hang out and come
down. We talked about everything on the face of the
earth in explicit detail that happens with acid. It
was very cold out so we leaned up close to each other
to keep warm and share the experience of coming down
together. He was very quiet and down to earth for a
change, unlike the usual tough as nails “bad-ass” he
usually presented himself as. I wondered what this guy
thought of this rich kid’s stories of growing up in
Disneyland with all his little “issues”, when he was a
rough hewn street bred con. To my surprise he was
always respectful and genuinely brotherly toward me.

I finally got up the nerve and asked him if he ever
got raped in prison. “Me get raped?, Hell I was the
one that fucked the shit out those bitches, I never
got raped”, he bragged. “Did you like it?” I asked.
“Fuck, man when you’re in the joint, you take what you
can get, and take it like a man. It’s just fuckin’ -
don’t mean your queer”, he said, “Why you askin?” he
looked at me with a new tone of excited seriousness.
“Do you want to get fucked up the ass or somethin?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. When you are
tripping acid, you sort of have this sixth sense about
things. He stood up and unbuttoned his fly, letting
out his cock. It was hairy and long with a tattoo of a
black snake, coiling around his huge balls and
spiraling all the way up his thick shaft with it’s
eyes and fangs on either lobe at head with its open
mouth at his piss hole. This was a trip, but a twisted
sort of turn on. He grabbed at it and pumped it a few
times, getting it to stand up some more. The odor of
him and his cock was strong and rank. “What do ya
say?”, he gestured. Without any words I dropped to my
knees with my back against the dugout wall and took
his fat snake into my mouth. He was sweaty and hard,
and tasted sourly bitter.

He grabbed his hands on the chain link fence above by
head and started fucking my face hard, banging my head
against the concrete wall. I was trying hard to keep
up as he seemed to be racing. “Take my cock bitch!” he
repeated, “take it down bitch”. He was streaming
juices into my throat almost the whole time. I was
foaming at the mouth and jacking off. It felt like he
was going to smash my head thought the wall with his
violent slamming thrusts. I could not get enough of
his snake, sucking and slurping. He finally stopped
and ordered me to lay on the bench. Grabbing and
pushing me face down on the wood, he pulled my pants
down to my knees with one hand, while he stoked his
cock with the other. He got down on me and started
forcing his cock into my ass. He was pretty rough, and
proceeded with no romance or lubrication other than a
palm full of spit.

He placed both hands on my back shoulder blades and
began fucking me deep and rough. It didn’t hurt as
much as it should have because LSD has a numbing
effect physically, but I could feel wood splinters
poking into my chest and stomach as his thrusts
scooted me across the bench. The smell of shit wafted
into the air. He was slapping my ass with his thighs
violently, grunting “take it bitch, take it like a
man”. I was moaning in deep soulful pleasure and pain,
huffing and trying to catch my breath at moments. He
pulled out for a second wetting his pasty cock with
spit, and starting in again. He grabbed my hair
pulling my head back as he started pumping with a
spiritual vengeance, ever harder than before. All the
force of his cock’s pounding with was transferring
back through my scalp and neck. This was the roughest
I had ever been reamed and I was loving every second
of it. I was getting bitch-fucked in prison for all
intents, grunting in with every nasty thrust, “yeah
bitch, you like that big fat cock up your ass, you
fuckin’ bitch, fucking little faggot”. He yanked back
on my hair one last time delivering his load into my
beaten hairy hole. The warm juice squirting into me
felt heavenly and soothing, loosening him up and
relieving the friction.

He then laid down on my back continuing to slide his
still hard snake in and out, now much more lovingly.
He was cuddling like a lover, kissing and tonguing my
neck. Acid gives you stamina, and he remained hard for
a good ten minutes, pumping my asshole with love
letting out repetitive small bursts of warm juices.
When he was done we just laid there for a while
sweating as one, and finally got dressed as the sun
was coming up.

We left the dugout went home.

Comments welcome – gruntraq@yahoo.com

 

 

 

From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com >
Subject: Trippin with a Convict 2

This is a true set of circumstances with fictional
outcomes. Names have been changed.

Trippin with a Convict 2 – By Gruntraq

As described in the first episode, Steve was a 29 year
old ex-con I met in Texas when I was 19 in tech
school. He was a huge guy, about 6′-2′. He had large
muscular build and covered with prison art tattoos. He
had a dirty brown crew cut and a bushy un-trimmed
mustache. He was rough white trash, I was kinda scared
of him too but that made him pretty hot to me. Our
first time was the interlude of a dark, drug fueled
trip but the following forays I would not blame on
being screwed up.

A week had gone by since the dug out experience, and
we had not really crossed paths. It was Friday after
school and everyone was arriving at the dorm complex.
The familiar ritual of hoots and hollers, cases of
beer being carried in, and the sound of “quarters”
beer games being played got going in earnest. Friday
afternoons were electric at the complex. It was the
beginning of the weekend where everyone let loose and
partied for death.

The complex was a sprawling collection of motel style
two-story buildings comprised of studio apartments.
Two of us were assigned to each unit which was a
single with a bathroom and kitchen stuck in the
corner. The rooms were all the same with two beds, a
collection of cheap furniture including a couch,
coffee table, a dinette, and a 19″ color TV bolted to
a steel post. The place mostly housed us tech school
students, but also other seedy types that came for the
low weekly rental rates. It was a wild mix of
just-out-of-high school redneck guys who didn’t make
it into real college, ex-cons and drug dealers. Ah the
good old days.

I had just shut the door behind me, tossed my keys to
the table and was headed to the fridge to get a beer
when an loud knock rapped at the door. My room-mate
had the evening school classes and had left already.
It wasn’t unusual to get a crowd over right after
school as I was the guy who could usually score beer
because I looked older than 21.

When I opened the door Steve was standing there in his
wife beater complete with a toothpick in his mouth.
His muscular tatted arms and tight 501 jeans clenching
his bulging basket made me freeze momentarily while he
pushed himself by me as if it were his place. “Hey
sweetness, what are you doing right now?” he asked in
an assuming tone while rubbing his flat stomach and
raising up the bottom of his shirt.

Watching him tab his fingers at his stomach, I replied
“Nothin yet. I was thinking about getting a beer and
kicking back for a few. You want one?” He was looking
at me like a hungry dog. I knew where this was headed.
I grabbed us each a couple beers and set them all down
on the coffee table. He then offered, “I’m going to
score some weed, are you gonna want some?”

I immediately replied, “Yeah, I’ take a bag.” We
hadn’t talked since he fucked my head off a week prior
and feeling a need to address our hook-up I started to
say, “Look Steve, about last week”,  He began pulling
off his shirt and unbuttoning his 501′s and looking at
me with an unmistakable tint of sexual confidence.
“..um I had a good time. I just wanted you to know
you don’t need to worry about anyone hearing about
it”, I continued. He looked at me with a slight
threatening nod, “I’m not worried about it, I know
where to find ya”.

He then grabbed my shoulders with both his bounding
arms and walked me over to the couch and pushed me
down onto it. He then pulled his open fly apart and
away allowing his hardening tool to swing out before
my face. I heard his breathing deepen as he ordered,
“No need to talk about it. Just show me how you can
suck my cock. It`s been aching for you all week”. At
first I hesitated while he jacked himself and swung
his meat back and forth in my face. “Come on, don’t
tell me you don’t want to suck me off now. You aren’t
gonna say no now, I already punked you!”. Getting
impatient, he deftly grasped the back of my skull with
the palm his free hand and pulled my face into his
smelly sweaty cock nest. “Suck it!”

Forcefully and bluntly stabbing shoving his package at
my mouth, I submitted and took his pasty stinky piss
rod into my warm wet mouth. He obviously hadn’t
showered today because DAMN, he was raunchy. As I
engaged and get into it, he immediately let out a deep
gut driven groan, “Uuuhhhhh yeah that’s it. Make me
feel good, suck it up bro”. I wanted it though, no
doubt. I went to work on his tatted cock, slithering
my tongue up and down the shaft, around and over his
head, running the rough part of my tongue over his
piss slit. His rough mechanic’s hands tightly grasped
the round of my scalp and he guided me back and forth
as he thrusted his groin into my face. In each deep
thrust his balls rubbed my chin, My nose buried deep
in the thick brown sweaty hair of his crotch. His deep
odor of sweat and piss was almost overtaking.

He was getting more and more excited, moving faster.
“You make me feel so good, ohhh, ahhh yeah that it
bro” he was muttering. I had worked my hands around
his buttocks and was pulling him tight as I sucked and
slurped, for what seemed like an eternity. His cock
was emitting sticky sweet juices that I could not get
enough of. Getting hotter, sweat began rolling down
his lightly haired stomach and  on my face.

Finally without warning he began fast fucking my
mouth, groaning and grasping my skull tightly. “Uhh,
yeah! Fuck!”, he grunted out. A few three or four deep
slaps and an explosion of warm jizz flooded my mouth.
I could not contain it all and it was running out all
over my lips and down my chin. By now his face fucking
had pushed me back into the couch and he was almost on
top of me pumping my face full of warm sticky cum. He
finally got off me and stood back up before the couch
as I followed, licking up his last streams of ex-con
spunk. Now softly rubbing his hands through my hair
his breathing slowed. “Oh man that was so good, that’s
what I needed”.

Just as I was getting ready to pull out my cock and
get into it more he buttoned up his jeans and said,
“Well I gotta go get the weed. I`ll drop by later.”
With that he ran his hands through my hair and then
left.

I grabbed my beer and took a few drinks to wash Steve
down.

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By Nevin
Jefferson
The Saga Continues…. Jail House Cock! A Saga Interview:
Behind The Closed Bars By Nevin Jefferson

We’re all God’s children, Amen! We’re all the same through Jesus Christ who
shed his blood to set us free. So, thou shalt not be unkind, uncaring, and
judgmental towards their fellowman. We’re supposed to mind our own business and
rejoice in the Lord! It isn’t easy which is why most people have yet to find
their religion. Recently my Priest who’s also my vocation towards ordination
told me that part of the Caring Ministry included spiritual outreach in the
prisons. He quoted the scripture of Jesus asking why wasn’t he visited while he
was in prison? I answered him with that I had a claustrophobia. Of course, he
pushed the issue by telling me that I could write to a fellow inmate and send
him copies of my articles. Of course, I told him that the poor souls were in
prison which was punishment enough. And forced readings of Saga’s could be
termed as cruel and unusual punishment. Of course, this didn’t cut it with my
Priest who pushed the issue without ceasing. God won again! Yeah, God. I
composed a nice generic letter introducing myself, my column, and my mission
with the church. I mentioned that I was in training to become a Minister and I
wanted to pray Jesus into their cell. I enclosed recent and past Saga’s along
with a postage stamp in the event that they were compelled to write me back. As
time flew by, I had no takers or a thank you note for the postage stamp or fine
reading material. I did include in the letter that what they allegedly did was
their business and they were paying their debt to society. I wasn’t going to ask
or hint around the topic. It’s none of my business! My business is doing the
work that God has for me rolled into the purpose and plan of my life. I got a
letter from a guy who responded that not only did he want Jesus in his cell and
life, he also wanted me. It’s clearly oblivious that this man has been locked up
too long. I wrote him back telling him to knock it off and to get with the
f**king program. He wrote back asking for a photo. I wrote back telling him that
I had a face that scares film out of a camera. I also have a face that can stop
a clock which is why none of the ones in my home work. He sent me his. I sent
him a photo of my Editor. I went to my Priest who told me that this wasn’t about
me and to get a grip. So! I wrote him and asked him to do a Saga Interview about
his life, problems faced by gays in prison, the homophobia, and all of the other
aggravating hell that he was locked up with. He agreed! Only that I refer to him
as Mr. S. with the S being for Stud. Fine with me! He sent me the forms for
visitation which my Priest made me fill out while standing over me. Thank God
for the long waiting period! This is me we’re talking about here gang, since I
stated on the form that my visit purpose was for spiritual outreach guess what
happened? They put it through quickly! Alright, now what? The thought of being
locked up in a prison sent me into claustrophobic fits. It was time for me to
walk by faith and not by sight. When I arrived at the prison, I had to take off
my belt, shoes, remove everything from my pockets then walk through a metal
detector that went off from my glasses. After going through the detector and
walking into a wall that I didn’t see. I was cleared for entrance to the prison.
I was then told that I had to put everything from my pockets and what I was
carrying into a locker. I had my prayer books, tape recorder, and notepad along
with the loaded questions and shocking statements. I protested by saying that I
wouldn’t be able to conduct the business that I was there to conduct. They told
me no. I asked to see the Warden. He wasn’t available, so I asked to see the
next in command. The guard whom I was talking to was it with this person
sticking to their protocol and procedures. If this wasn’t bad enough the prison
is a no smoking facility. Which meant that I also had to put my cigarettes in
the locker with everything else. I could have backed out of the interview and
spiritual outreach right then and there. But, had I done this my Priest would
give me last rites then kill me! Not to mention my Editor snatching me bald for
not delivering on a Saga. So, I decided to do it all by memory and preach from
my heart. When I got to the visiting room after walking a long haul and waiting
for sliding gates and buzzing doors I was assigned a table. I was instructed to
sit with my back to the vending machines and Mr. S. would sit facing them. Mr.
S. entered the room looking quite dapper in a Polo shirt, Tan Dockers, and gym
shoes with a clean shaven appearance. I stood up from the table and waved to him
then remained standing until he joined me at the table. I introduced myself then
gave him a hug which made him nervous. Mr. S.: Did you get a debit card? Nevin
Jefferson/The Saga Continues: A What? Mr. S.: A debit card! It’s a card that you
buy then put money on for the vending machines. NJ/TSC: NO! Mr. S.: Well you’re
going to need one so we can get stuff from the machines. NJ/TSC: Don’t they feed
you in here? Mr. S.: Very little! The meals are small in portion and are bland.
I missed dinner by seeing you. NJ/TSC: Well go and eat! I’ll wait for you. Mr.
S. : It doesn’t work like that. I missed out which means that I have to eat here
and I was looking forward to it. All you need is $20.00 dollars. NJ/TSC: I have
a rule that I apply when I’m out which is if I spend $20.00 bucks or more you
have to put out. Mr. S.: You can put $15.00 dollars on it. Just what I need a
cute convict who’ll starve to death during our interview. So guess what gang? I
went back upfront to the Debit card machine and put the suggested amount on the
thing. Of course, I got scolded by the guard for not doing this when I first
arrived. Of course, we had at it with my telling the dear person that visiting
hours shouldn’t conflict with dinner time. Of course, I was escorted back to the
visiting room since I was causing a commotion. Hey, I’m an Activist, its what I
do best. At least this time I didn’t have to go far to jail since I was already
in one. I treated Mr. S. to his stomach’s contend only to be asked to buy him
some candy bars to munch on during our talk. Fine! Of course this left a balance
of 5 cents on the debit card with Mr. S. telling me that had I put $20.00
dollars on it I could have got myself a soda pop to drink while visiting with
him. It was a good thing that I was on a mission from God otherwise I would have
went off on this man big time. I had to humble myself and be exalted. God won
again! Yeah God! Mr. S.: Just so you know, I read you in the SGN and your
writing is very impressive. I didn’t make the connection from your letter until
later on when I thought about it. I was captivated by your spiritually that
showed you in a entire new light. NJ/TSC: Thank you! Let’s get started. How’s
life for a gay person in prison? Mr. S.: Very intimidating and hostile at times
especially for the weak. NJ/TSC: How so? Mr. S. : There’s a lot of strong arming
going on with the inmate hiring a “Protector” so they can be left alone while
they do their time. There’s rape! The person isn’t raped just because the inmate
misses his wife and is lonely. It’s to strip the person of their manhood and
masculinity with the person being called the rapist or rapists “Bitch!” or
“Block Ho!” NJ/TSC: Tell me about your living accommodations? Mr. S.: Our living
areas are called pods. They’re 2 men cells with some having 3 because of
overcrowding. They’re more for one person with 3 making things very crowded with
very little room to move around. The pods have bunk beds, 2 desks, 13-inch
television, with a glass pixy glass window, and lockers. We have keys to the
door of our pods. There’s a Day room where there’s a large screen television,
game room, laundry room, and cleaning supplies. NJ/TSC: What’s your daily
routine? Mr. S.: I get up at 6:30 a.m. and workout, go to school, eat my meals,
make phone calls, and then go to bed at 11:00 p.m. sharp. NJ/TSC: Are you in
therapy to help you adapt to the outside world we you get out of here? Mr. S.:
Yes, I go to Victims Awareness and 1-on-1 counseling every 2 weeks with a
psychologist. NJ/TSC: Are you talking any courses for self-improvement and a
skill when you get out? Mr. S.: I.T.C. Computer Classes. Mr. S. : I have a
question for you. NJ/TSC: I got an answer! Mr. S.: If you saw me on the street
how old would you think I am? NJ/TSC: 25! Mr. S.: You wouldn’t think that I was
22? NJ/TSC: Not without stretching it. You do look like you’re in your early
twenties. How old are you? Mr. S. : 33! Let me ask you another question? On a
scale of 1-10 how would you rate me? NJ/TSC: I’ll give you a 10. (Mr. S. blushes
from my response then thanks me.) Okay, on a scale from 1-10 how would you rate
me? Mr. S.: A 9.9! NJ/TSC: I can live with that! Let’s get back to the
interview. Does the “system” work? Mr. S. : For most of the guys no, because
schooling and programs to help improve yourself have been cut down. It’s hard
for an ex-con to find employment because they’re immediately discriminated
against. A lot of guys end up going back to their criminal elements and ending
up back inside. They also cut back on medical attention. They’re dropping like
flies up in here. NJ/TSC: Are you allowed to carry cash or is there a bartering
system? Mr. S.: We have an account that we can spend using a debit card. A
person on the outside has to send an inmate a money order from the Post Office
that’s put in your account. Money isn’t allowed at all in here. So, if you
wanted to send me some funds because I’m hurting in here that’s how you do it.
NJ/TSC: Honey, I’m unemployed, broke, and am about to go off about it in the
next second or so! Mr. S.: If I could help you, I would! If I were on the
outside, I’d be there for you. NJ/TSC: God Bless you! Mr. S.: God Bless you too!
If you don’t mind me saying you’re very attractive and appealing to me. Yes, I’m
very interested in you. NJ/TSC: Get a grip Gertrude! Mr. S.: Now, why do you
want to call me Gertrude? NJ/TSC: Because since I’m here for spiritual outreach
I can’t call you a Bitch! Mr. S.: Now you go and call me a Bitch. And you want
to become a Minister! NJ/TSC: Hey, at least I believe in God and am able to give
love. That’s more than those other idiots are doing. Okay, let’s get down and
dirty. How’s the action in this joint? Mr. S.: Body Builders are notorious
closet queens with their being the first ones caught in the showers or pod with
another gay man who they blame. They have sleazy sex going on, there are lovers,
and affairs going on. NJ/TSC: Which one of those groups are you into? Mr. S.: I
don’t fuck around in here! I’ve been celibate for the past 8 years. I don’t
believe in prison affairs because they turn dangerous. NJ/TSC: What profession
were you in before you ended up in here? Mr. S.: I was in Retail Sales and
Banking. NJ/TSC: How spiritual are you? Mr. S.: I believe in God and I was
raised a Roman Catholic. Occasionally I pray. NJ/TSC: How deep is your
spirituality? Mr. S.: I’m spiritual but I do need to become more spiritual. It
could be deeper but I’m going through tough times now? With your help I’ll get
there. You are coming back for weekly visits aren’t you? NJ/TSC: Get Real! Mr.
S.: You’re not going to come back and visit with me? NJ/TSC: I’ll write! When
did you come out? Mr. S.: Out? NJ/TSC: Let me break it down for you. When did
you get comfortable with your sexuality? Or are you still in the closet? Mr. S.:
I don’t consider myself to be straight, gay, or bisexual. I’ve always been in
relationships with men and women who I was attracted to. I don’t see people as
Black and White, I see them as unique individuals. I also like to live my life
to the fullest like you stated in your letter. I love exercising daily,
traveling, and eating out with a special someone. NJ/TSC: You’re a spiritual
being which is great. The world can use more human beings who view things like
we do. Mr. S.: When are you going to ask me some real questions? NJ/TSC: Now!
When you’re in a relationship with a man are you a top or bottom? Mr. S.: I’m a
top who’s packing 10 inches. NJ/TSC: This ought to get the letters pouring in
with Queens camped outside awaiting your release. Mr. S.: What do you like
sexually? NJ/TSC: Me? Nothing! Mr. S.: I know that you’ve been celibate for the
past 6 years and waiting on Mr. Right. If Mr. Right came up to you right now
what would you want him to do to you sexually? NJ/TSC: You do read me! Finally,
a true fan! Mr. S. : You’re not answering my question. NJ/TSC: You catch on
quick! Mr. S.: Aren’t you going to ask me what I’m in for? NJ/TSC: No! That’s
between you and God. As far as I’m concerned you did the alleged crime and are
doing the time. You’re paying your debt to society. Mr. S.: I did give you a
hint on what I did. NJ/TSC: You did? I’m suffer from clueless moments. Whatever
it is I’ll let it stay embedded in the answer where you hinted at it. Mr. S.:
You’re the first person who doesn’t want to know. Are you sure that you don’t
want to know? NJ/TSC: I’m positive. Mr. S.: Speaking of positive are you ruling
out meeting Mr. Right because you’re HIV+? NJ/TSC: No! As a manner of fact I’m
communicating with a guy who lives in Alaska who works on a fishing boat as a
cook in the kitchen. I told him that if anything were to happen between us I’d
like to wait six months before we have sex. Mr. S.: Why so long? NJ/TSC: Because
I’ve made too many mistakes in past relationships and I’m not in the mood to be
screwed over no time too soon. I want us to get to know each other by spending
time together. Mr. S.: He can’t do that for you because he’s in Alaska and
you’re here. NJ/TSC: He’s coming here when he gets a leave. That’s enough about
me, let’s get back to you. What are your plans for the future? Mr. S.: To meet
that special someone and have a beautiful relationship with that person.
Hopefully, that person will be you. ( Mr. S. reaches over and takes my hand into
his with a twinkle in his eyes. The killer smile made it all the more a
flirtation and direct hit without any questions.) NJ/TSC: Have you learned from
your past mistakes? Mr. S.: Yes, and I won’t make the same mistake twice. I want
you! NJ/TSC: Take a number and get in line! I already told you that I have a man
on ice in Alaska. Mr. S.: If he loved you, he would be here and not on a boat.
NJ/TSC: (Due to the fact that I gave up going off for Lent, I ignored this
statement) How are things between you and your parents? Do they visit or are
they upset with you? Mr. S.: They are getting better as I get closer to release
and are anxious to help me get back on my feet. NJ/TSC: What do you miss not
having in here? Mr. S.: Pork! NJ/TSC: Pork as in Miss Piggy? Mr. S.: Yes! The
Muslims complained about pork being served since they don’t eat it. They also
protested that the pork cooked in pots and pans contaminated other meals
prepared in them. So, they took pork off of the menu along with steaks. NJ/TSC:
You mean that they let bullshit like that walk? How many Muslims are there? Mr.
S.: 50 out of a 2,000 man prison. It’s fucked! NJ/TSC: Are you happy? Mr. S.:
I’m not as happy here in prison but I’m getting more excited about getting out.
NJ/TSC: Do you watch sports? What teams are you a fan of? Mr. S.: I watch the
Mariner’s, Seahawks, Huskies, Cougars, and Sonics as those are my favorite
teams. NJ/TSC: What’s the first thing that you want to do when you get out of
here? Mr. S.: Get a drink! NJ/TSC: Don’t forget to feed your alcohol! Mr. S.:
The other thing that I’m going to do is order a Bacon Double Cheeseburger.
NJ/TSC: Abnormally, I usually ran a picture with my Saga Interview since you
want to keep your identity hidden I’m going to run a picture of Bootsie and
Purrfecto. Mr. S.: Your cats! How are Bootsie and Purrfecto doing? NJ/TSC: Weird
and extremely strange as usual. Mr. S.: Can you help me get on SSI and get food
stamps when I get out? NJ/TSC: Sure. No problem. Mr. S.: My counselor already
advised me that things on the outside would be rough going for me. People aren’t
accepting of an ex-convict. NJ/TSC: The world is a mean and bitchy place with
people making judgments on someone who’s already being judged by a judge and
jury then served the time given. Is there anything you’d like to say on behalf
of those who are serving time and are soon to be released or already have been
released? Mr. S.: Just keep it positive and keep your chin up! It was announced
that visiting hours were ending and to bring the visits to a close. I took notes
on a sheet of scratch paper that’s provided for keeping card game scores. I
shook Mr. S. hand then gave him a hug while whispering; “God’s peace and love to
you always!” into his ear. Since one Prison visit for spiritual outreach does
cut it in my training, I checked the dates for the next visiting days. As a
Christian, my job is to go forward to help comfort, heal, and help those in
need. And besides, the man did crack on my becoming a Minister from the colorful
things I said to him. I’m going to prove him wrong just like any self-respecting
Queen would do.

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By Nevin Jefferson

The Saga Continues…. A Trucker 4 All Highways! A Saga Interview By Nevin Jefferson

The feature articles about Gay Truckers in the rival rags always
dick-shift through “Tricks by CB”, Tea Room Sex in the rest stops, Sex
in the sleepers of trucks, Hitchhikers opting for ass since they didn’t
have the cash, and sexual adventures from the fast lanes. The Truckers
featured in these so-called exclusives were couples who gave their own
account of a Truckers life. Of course when the copy got boring the
topic detoured to sex. The single Truckers gave a sexual route of hot
and horny stops with huge loads delivered in the rear. With all of the
heavy action going on do any of these guys ever make their deadlines on
time? Is the life of every Gay Trucker an over haul of sex, lust, and
sleaze bag follies? Or is there actually a Gay Trucker behind the wheel
who enjoys life on the road while making a difference by being
different? That’s a copy good buddy! From Nevin
Dear Brian, My name is Nevin and I write a weekly column entitled “The
Saga Continues…” for www.gaypride.com along with featurettes and The
Seattle Gay News, sgn2@sgn.org. I’m also an Activist who’s for the
cause and not himself. So, what do I want? I’d love to do an interview
with you about your life on the road, your activism, and other
contributions to the gay community. Single Gay Truckers are a myth and
a slew of Queens will be flocking to you in groves. Not to worry, this
isn’t a cheap ploy to bag myself a trucker husband. I’ve been single
and celibate for the past 6 years and plan on staying this way. Until
God places the person meant for me in my life. Until then, I write,
deliver meals on wheels to PWA’s for Lifelong Aids Alliance, Give talks
for the Pierce County Aids Foundation, sing in the Church Choir, On the
Prayer Commission, and am the spokesman for Fuzeon which has me giving
press conferences to the World Wide Media. So, are you interested?
Nevin Jefferson < nevin@gaypride.com > http://nevin.gaypride.com

Subject: Re: The Saga Continues… From: Brian Davis Date: Sat, September 20, 2003 15:26 To: nevin@gaypride.com

Hi Nevin, I’d be happy to… But I don’t really know what to do or
say so you’ll have to guide me through it. Let me know what you what me
to do. Thanks, Brian Davis http://members.cox.net/djbrianaz/ Brian
Davis went from spinning hits in a disco in Phoenix to spinning wheels
on the open highway. He had a nine to five job that had him dress in a
suit and tie then die for 8 hours in a cubicle. He always wanted to be
a Trucker so he went to Truckers School and graduated as one. He’s
extremely shy and quiet with a twist of introvert with a heart of gold.
When he’s not on the road, he’s involved with various AIDS
organizations, Gay activities, Events, and helping and healing others.
When Brian lived in Washington D.C. he opened his home to people who
traveled there for the March on Washington both times. He donates to
various charities, volunteers at Hospices, and is a caregiver to PWA’s
who live alone. What a gay, huh? Nevin Jefferson/The Saga Continues: A
good friend of mine became a Trucker and I got to full fill my fantasy
of riding in a giant rig on the open highway. This dream became a
nightmare when we experienced racism over the CB complete with the “N”
word and other bigoted expressions. My friend quit shortly afterwards
because he couldn’t take it any longer. I advised him to either ignore
it or talk about their mama’s then call it a trip. He didn’t! Is
racism still a problem on the road? Have you experienced any colorful
language over the CB? Brian Davis/DJ Trucker: Actually, I rarely turn
on my CB and instead prefer to listen to music or OutQ, the gay radio
station from my Sirius satellite radio or the dance CD’s I used
to work with in the clubs. I only use my CB during traffic jams and at
shippers or consignee’s and that’s a big 10-4 good buddy.
Actually truckers don’t use “good buddy” anymore
because that refers to the person being gay but I guess you could call
me “good buddy” anyway. NJ/TSC: Truckers have the same
All-American Flavor of a Sports player; manly, rugged looks, and a
strong demeanor. Did this image make you hesitate about being a
Trucker? BD/DJ Trucker: No but my friends were shocked and amused when
they found out I was going to be a trucker. NJ/TSC: You’re in a
profession where Gays are made to feel excluded not to mention in the
company of Racist Rednecks and other Homophobic twits. Did this cause
you to worry about your well being and safety? BD/DJ Trucker:
It’s probably not any worse that any other field. When I listen
to the gay satellite radio station, they get a lot of straight truckers
that call into the show too and they don’t have a problem at all
with gay people or gay truckers. NJ/TSC: Are you a man’s man? BD/DJ
Trucker: I’m single and available nationwide….ooops, did I say
that? NJ/TSC: How old are you? BD/DJ Trucker: I’m younger than
you are! NJ/TSC: Oh, really! I’ll have you know that I just
turned 37 on the 27th of August. I was born in 1966, I’ll let you
do the math. (There was a long pause of silence with vibes of disbelief
and having one’s mind blown clear off of the neck.) BD/DJ
Trucker: I’m older than you? NJ/TSC: Yep! And it’s not to
late for you to get me a gift. I collect Pink Flamingos. (In an effort
to be honest and put an end to the freaked out and baffled vibes coming
live from the other end of the line. I decided to tell Brian my real
age.) NJ/TSC: Actually, I’m 32! I want my readers to think that
I’m older. Why? For the simple logic that there’s nothing
that a young snot nosed kid can tell me about gay life that I
haven’t lived yet. The line went dead! At first I thought the
nice young man took a vow of silence since he is shy, quiet, and
introverted. After hanging up I had two messages from my hot topic on
my voice mail. When I called him back, I got his voice mail. I left him
a message like we both had been doing for the past 2 weeks with today
being our lucky day. The phone rang shortly afterwards with a very
apologetic Roger Wilco who’s phone
went over and out in a course of the interview. BD/DJ Trucker: I bet
you were still talking away on the phone weren’t you? NJ/TSC: You
got it! The laughter from the other end told me that Brian was relaxed
and was now into the comfort zone that was being established. My
Trucker Buddy now knew that he was dealing with an eccentric fruitcake
heavy on the nuts! Or he could have belted down a couple of shots to
get him through this interview. It’s possible! NJ/TSC: You were a
DJ in a Circuit Bar in Phoenix plus you had a 9 to 5 to keep it
company. Was becoming a Trucker a lifelong wish or something to do for
the sheer hell of it? Give me the dirt! For those not in the know,
what’s a Circuit Bar? BD/DJ Trucker: Well a Circuit Bar is a
nightclub that play the latest in dance music and has guests DJ’s
from around the world come in to spin. Being perch in the DJ booth
above the dance floor overlooking a sea of hot sweaty gorgeous
shirtless guys was wonderful, believe me but I had to leave that all
behind. My day job was becoming unbearable so I wanted to do something
else. I had always been interested in traveling and trucking and I
finally realized dreams wont happen if all you do is dream about them,
you got to jump in and do it. So I did it. NJ/TSC: Are you mechanically
inclined? How good are you under the hood? BD/DJ Trucker: Is this a sex
question? I took auto mechanics in high school but that is all a blur
to me now, does that count? NJ/TSC: Brian, during our phone
conversation you told me that you knew where the gas goes. Then the too
cute story about your hands on experience in Trucking School that got
oily. Please relate! BD/DJ Trucker: One evening in class, I was out
checking the engine under the hood when I screamed out “Oh my
God!!” and a few of my classmates came over in concern and asked
what happened and if I was alright. I lifted my hand out of the engine
to show a huge glob of grease laying on the top of my hand and Paul,
one of my classmates hit me upside the head because they all thought I
caught my hand in a fan belt or something. Then everyone burst out in
laughter. NJ/TSC: One of the biggest loads of bullshit being delivered
throughout the Gay Community is that AIDS isn’t a problem. Of
course, this made it open season on unsafe sex and risky behavior of
the disgusting kind. What really pisses me off is that Aids
Organizations are losing donations because the Idiots of the Gay Press
are telling readers that they’re fools to donate and support
these organizations because AIDS isn’t a problem and hasn’t
been since 1996. People who depend these services are being slashed due
to lack of funds. I’m left with the damage that these twits have
done to people who need help, care, and love. I volunteer for Lifelong
Aids Alliance. The budget cuts that they had to enforce put a real
hurting on them and their clients. I offered to take the people on my
route to their appointments since cab service is being sliced out of
the program. They told me their problems and I offered them a solution.
I’m that type of gay! As much as I write about the truth of the
whole manner, I’m being thrown repeatedly into a brick wall while
falling on deaf ears. Ouch! So can you do me and my dear readers a
favor by getting on the horn and telling what you see on your side of
the road? BD/DJ Trucker: Well being relatively new to trucking
I’m still learning about gay and AIDS issues in the field of
trucking. That’s where the Gay Truckers Association comes in
handy. NJ/TSC: Okay, Brian! Tell me about the loss of all of those who
were near and dear to your heart. About what you’re seeing and
what you told me. Your involvement with AIDS organizations, Groups, and
all of the great things that you do to make this world a better place.
That people are still dying and that you’re taking care of
people. Suicide being a major issue still. Tell me your honest emotions
on safe and safer sex. Should it be practiced at all costs? Are your
fellow Truckers practicing safe sex or hauling a mystery cargo? Of
course, they’ll turn the fucking page. But, hey! We did our part!
BD/DJ Trucker: My first involvement with an AIDS organization was when
I lived in Washington DC back in the mid 80’s. There was not much
known about HIV or transmission back then and many doctors would not
treat AIDS patients because of their fear of contraction. One thing I
remember very well back then was attending an AIDS function and there
was a guy who was in the advanced stages of KS. I walked up to him and
gave him a big hug. I was so scared. I don’t remember his name
but I do remember that he needed to be hugged by someone. Since that
time I have done volunteer work for various AIDS and gay organizations.
During the late 80’s and early 90’s my longtime friends
were getting sick and dying. After each time a friend would die, I
would hope that no more of my friends were sick but then I would have
to make more hospital visits and attend funerals. It’s really
tough to see all your friends die, the people you have loved for so
many years. NJ/TSC: I did a road trip to Magic Mountain in California
and San Francisco. I loved it! I get a natural high on driving through
the great lands and seeing the sites. BD/DJ Trucker: I was just in San
Francisco not too long ago during the Folsom street fair. NJ/TSC: Did
you go? BD/DJ Trucker: No, I did laundry instead! NJ/TSC: You domestic
darling you! It’s better to have clean clothes than being around
dirty tramps at a Ho Street Fair. At least something came out clean in
the wash! Do you use sheets or fabric softer? BD/DJ Trucker: Huh?
NJ/TSC: So, what’s a life of a Trucker like? Are you welcomed
with open legs and mouths throughout the States? BD/DJ Trucker: Well
its probably not as sexually glamorous as most people think, at least
for me it isn‘t. I’ve always heard all these truckers
stories about people driving beside a truck and whipping it out or
flashing them but every time I look down into cars all I see are
elderly ladies reading a map or doing a crossword puzzle. NJ/TSC:
What’s the dirt on Tearoom sex without the shopping bags? Is this
every Trucker’s delight? BD/DJ Trucker: Trucker’s call the
Rest Areas “pickle parks”. I’ve only seen one pickle.
NJ/TSC: When I was on the road during my trip I passed out both
flavored and regular condoms to the “Our Sluts of The
Stalls” sect. Then passed out the literature to the wives, so
that they would read it to their hubbies during the trip. Yes,
I’m a AIDS Activist who always does his part to promote safe and
safer sex. I also carry the safe sex packages with my mug on the front
from my stint as Poster Boy for safe and safer sex for POCAAN (People
of Color Against Aids Network). I pass out the ones from my fuller
figure model days. I bet you Bootsie and Purrfecto (My Kitties) that no
man can look at my 300 plus size ass and can get it up. BD/DJ Trucker:
I guess that would be one way of practicing safe sex. NJ/TSC: Did you
become a Trucker for the sex or did you actually make your fantasy a
reality because life on the road is something that you really wanted to
do? BD/DJ Trucker: I’ve always loved driving and road trips but
when I was driving back from Dj’ing in Austin, Tx, I thought, gee
it would be great to just drive all day, see the country and get paid
for it so I made up my mind to change careers and go into trucking. I
miss Dj’ing a lot but I don’t miss my corporate day job
sitting in a maze of cubicles under florescent lights breathing
recycled air all day. I’ve always had a dj booth every place
I’ve lived and my truck will be no different. I’m working
on making a little 12volt DJ booth that I can keep in the back of my
sleeper berth. It’ll bring a new meaning to the phrase mobile DJ.
NJ/TSC: People are under the impression that Trucker’s get laid
24/7 with the 9 inch Trucker dick being a trick to turn for. Are you a
very sexually active gay or are you storing your cargo for the right
dock? BD/DJ Trucker: I haven’t gotten laid since the Clinton
Administration. NJ/TSC: What are you looking for in a man? If you say
“not me!”, I’m going to reach through the phone and
tear your tonsils out! Are you an incurable romantic? What do you want
to come home from to the road to? BD/DJ Trucker: It’s hard to say
what I’m looking for in a guy because there are so many variables
and nothing is set in stone except honest and caring, but I plan on
driving 48 states for a few years and buy a house in the country with
several acres where I can have a couple of horses and a big garden.
Hopefully during that time I can find someone with similar interests.
Fortunately with trucking, location of a boyfriend is not a factor
since I can take my home time anywhere in the country. It would be if I
can find someone who can travel with me occasionally. It gets really
lonely on the road. NJ/TSC: Can I interest you in something Black?
BD/DJ Trucker: Well you know I do have a black Peterbilt. NJ/TSC: Do
you wear boxers or briefs? BD/DJ Trucker: Briefs when I’m
driving, neither when I’m sleeping. NJ/TSC: Since you don’t
have your CB on, can I ride with you? Hey, I make damn good company and
you’ll never get bored. Okay, you’re quiet. Big deal!
I’m outgoing, get over it Gertrude! BD/DJ Trucker: I’m
going to lock you in the sleeper of my truck! NJ/TSC: Remember that
I’m writing about you! BD/DJ Trucker: You’ll love my
sleeper! I have a T.V., DVD, VHS, Catalina Videos, and refrigerator
that’s fully loaded. And of course I play all the best dance
music, country, bluegrass and gay talk radio on my truck’s sound
system. NJ/TSC: Kewl! Lock me in my room why don’t you? I insist!
BD/DJ Trucker: You’ll have to fill out my application for cabin
boy first. NJ/TSC: Tell me about the Gay Trucker’s Union? Are
they worth the dues? BD/DJ Trucker: It’s called the Gay Truckers
Association. It’s a new organization and so it’s in
it’s infancy stage. It will become whatever we make of it and so
the dues are important to help it start up. The organization that will
give the gay truckers a voice in an industry that it has not had a
voice before. NJ/TSC: Do you own your own rig or do you rent from U
Haul? How many wheelers do you drive? BD/DJ Trucker: I drive a 2002
black Peterbilt. It’s a company tractor but its exclusively mine
for the next year or so. The tractor has 10 wheels and the trailers
have 8 wheels. NJ/TSC: Have you ever been tempted to venture out into
another exciting career move? BD/DJ Trucker: The only other career move
I’ll be making is buying a small hobby farm out in rural America
and seeing what I can make of it but that’s still a few years
down the road. NJ/TSC: So, when are you hitting the happy highway trail
again? And where to? BD/DJ Trucker: I’ll be out on the road in a
few days. NJ/TSC: How often are you on the road? BD/DJ Trucker: I get
home for a week about every two months. I could get home sooner but I
like to take my time-off in various parts of the country. NJ/TSC: Do
you ever come to Seattle? Where have you traveled thus far? BD/DJ
Trucker: I was in Seattle and Federal Way back in August delivering
pallets of junk mail to the Post Office there and eventually coming to
a mailbox near you. I have traveled all over the country, from the
Florida Everglades to the Maine and Canada border, from San Diego to
Seattle with everything in between. I’ve driven every interstate
road in the U.S. plus many smaller country roads. NJ/TSC: Are you a
Size Queen? BD/DJ Trucker: Nevin, I have a big truck with a large
engine that sticks way out in front ready to gobble up the rear-end of
any compact car in front of me. Am I a size queen? Hmmm, I leave that
to your imagination. NJ/TSC: Okay, since we’re comfortable with
one another, can I be your roadside buddy? The line went dead! Aw, Gee!
I drove another one away. For real! You can check out Brian @
http://members.cox.net/djbrianaz/trucking.html . You can check me out @
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Glorious Holes, Part 1, Relief is just a swallow away.

If you are offended by anonymous sexual contact preformed in a public restroom or you are under legal age, then please leave now. Otherwise enjoy the sexual experience of male-to-male contact.

Part 01 Relief is just a swallow away.

I would occasionally visit one of my favorites Glory Hole places at a Strip Mall rest room near a drive in movie theater and truck stop in North Kansas City. The drive-in theater was behind the mall and the Truck stop was right next door. Located outdoors at the end of the Mall and the center of all this activity was a Men’s Restroom open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

The drive-in theater was fenced in, but a large hole had been cut thru a fence so men could conveniently use the restroom at the mall instead of walking to the concession stand located in the center of the drive-in. Couples would park in the back section so they could make out with their girl. If they were “lucky”, they might get either a hand job, blowjob or even some pussy. Many a straight man or boy had found the Glory Holes gave them the satisfaction they needed and it was safe.

Located up the highway about 2 miles was an Air Force Training School for young men filled with lots of hot horny young studs looking for some kind of action or sexual release during their free time off. Word had gotten around and many a young cock had donated many a load of juicy sperm into willing cock sucker’s mouth or ass at this location.

Next to the mall was located a truck stop gas station and restaurant where truckers could park overnight. Many of the truckers would visit this restroom to get sexually relieved after several hours or days on the road. This was one of their special relief station and was know for good action.

Just imagine this location. You have the local men shoppers and delivery men, the horny men from the drive in theater, the young men from the near by air force base and the hot and horny truckers from near and far, all using this centrally located rest room. It was not only a cock sucker’s haven it was a perfect relief station for horny gay and straight men and best of all it was free.

The rest room was set back from the street with gravel paths leading to the squeaking double doors. You could hear someone coming up to the restroom several minutes before they entered. It was almost impossible for anyone to sneak up on you.

Inside the restroom was a urinal about 8 feet long. Located next to the urinal were four large enclosed lockable booths with wooden partitions. All four booths had large holes, or as we say, “Glory Holes” in the right location and height to place your cock through conformably for anonymous sex. The partitions were tall enough you could hold on to the top of the partition while being serviced. A large hole was also drilled next to the urinal so if you could not get into one of the booths, or you were in a hurry, you could get a blowjob right there before or after you took your piss.
One early Saturday afternoon I decided to take a few hours to see what kind of Glory Hole action I could get. Usually it was pretty busy and you almost had to take a number to get sucked or to suck but for some reason I caught it at a slow time.

I hadn’t been seated very long when I heard a person enter the restroom. He proceeded to take piss at the urinal while glancing at the large suck hole in the wall. He looked to be about 18 years or even younger. Many a time some young man shopping with his parents would use the restroom. Then because of young man curiosity and a hard dick, would stick around to get his dick sucked for the first time. Perhaps he came in to just take a piss and continued to piss while reading the graffiti on the wall. He shook his soft cock a couple of times then put it back in his pants, went to the sink washed his hands and mess around with his hair. He slowly walked back to the urinal but closer to the hole and pulled out his cock again. He definitely wanted some action.

He moved closer to the hole and started to play with his cock wanting to be sucked. I gave him the sign by rubbing my finger around the hole. He was just barely tall enough to reach the hole but managed to place his young hard 6-inch cock directly into the hole. I slowly placed my tongue on the end of his pink sweet cock slit and tasted a combination of piss and oozing pre-cum. Then I licked the head of his cock, reached through the hole, and pulled his hairless egg shaped balls to my side of the hole. He leaned into the wall and relaxed. I worked it up and down and round and around. He was pleased with my action but still seemed a little tense. Perhaps he was with his parents but wanted to get his nuts off before someone came into the restroom.

I continued to suck on his youthful hot cock until I knew he was about ready to shoot his load. He was gasping and shaking and then he exploded his cum into my mouth. I eagerly took his juicy wet cum into my mouth swallowing every delicious drop. He slowly pulled out, zipped up his pants, and left in a hurry.

That was a nice way to start the afternoon. I was hoping he could have lingered longer but I was happy that I could satisfy the young lad. It might have even been his first blowjob. Now that he knew of this place perhaps he would visit again. I love the taste of young men’s cum. It is always so juicy, not so when they get older. Perhaps next time I could have his father too or maybe I already had.

GLORIOUS HOLES , Part 2, Continuing service

I took a long drink from the bottle of water I brought with me along with some breath mints, Vaseline, some condoms and a book. I hadn’t had time to read much this time but had no complaints. I was having a good time but was still hoping for more cock to suck and more cum to taste.

I heard more talking outside as the door opened and in walked a man with a kid about 6 years old. He went to the 3rd booth yet I could still see them through both glory holes. The younger boy took his piss while his father stood near by. They did their business then walked to the sink as daddy instructed his son to wash and dry his hands. Then they left.

Just a few moments later the father came back in and sat in the booth next to me. “Aww Haa” I thought to myself. “ Daddy wanted to play.” I’ bet he took his kid back to the car and now Mom was watching the kid while Daddy got his cock sucked.

He remained quiet for some time before he made any move. I decided to show him my cock and perhaps he would get the idea. I leaned back to give him a peek. Much to my surprise, he motioned for me to place my cock into the hole. I stood up to give him a good look then put my cock and balls into the hole. He held it very gently caressing, fingering and touching the head of my cock and exploring every inch of it. He placed his finger under my foreskin and wiped the head of my cock to taste pre cum now dripping from my piss slot. He was carefully exploring my cock. He wanted to do something with it but not sure what he wanted to do. I though I was not going to get any sucking from this married dude. He wanted to fulfill a fantasy of holding another mans cock in his hand. Suddenly I felt his warm tongue touching the head of my cock and slowly started to jack me off. I let him play around with my privates not only because it felt good but also I knew I could cum again. He continued to work my cock up and down and gently caress my cum filled balls with his fingers. If he kept jacking on me this way I would cum all over him.

It was exciting having a married man jack me off. I could feel my nuts tighten as an orgasm was building. I was going to shoot another load. I started breathing heavily and deeper. He seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. He didn’t stop or pull away when I started to cum but instead he placed his face against my pulsating cumming cock. I had to have shot a big load on his face and lips but he continued to rub it against his rough unshaved face. I remained standing at the hole while he masturbated his own cock I could hear him start to gasp and sigh with pleasure as he came. I wish my mouth was on this married mans hot cock as I had done with the others. I remained at the hole until my hanging cock started to get softer. I pulled away slowly and looked thru the hole to watch him shoot his last load into his hand. He paused then raised his cum filled hand up to the hole for me. I placed my mouth up to the hole while he placed his fingers, dripping with wet cum, into my mouth. This made me hot again.

His sweet juicy cum was running down his hand to his wrist. He stood next to the hole as he milked down his semi-hard cock. He wiped the last oozing cum from his piss slot placing it on his fingertip to offer to me. I motioned for him to stick his cock into the hole, which he did. His cock was very sensitive after he had just cum and he gasps when I continued to lick and suck on his soft member.

He had a nice thick cock and it fit well into my mouth. He stood quietly letting me suck on him. I realize I could get another load from his already spent cock as it continued to grow hard in my mouth. A few good movements of my mouth and tongue and he was building up to another orgasm. He started to gasp and tremble with excitement. He then let loose with a deep moan and shot another load into my mouth. This dude was hot and horny. He pulled away slowly after I milked it down again for the second time. He set down on the stool to gather his composure then he whispered to me in the hole.

“I always wanted to do this but I am married and never had the chance. That was great. Thanks. Hope to see you again sometime.” then he got up and left.

I bet his wife and kid was waiting for him somewhere. “That was a good session.” I thought to myself. I loving making it with a hot married dude. They are so appreciative for a good blowjob. Hope this activity continues before it gets too late. I had already been there for 2 hours and had at least 10 good cocks. I was still ready to suck on some more cock.

The doors opened again and in came a young man about 25. He went to the last booth and shut the door. I guessed he just wanted to use the toilet so I drink some of my water while I waited to see what new adventures were going to happen. I heard another person enter the restroom and head for the urinal, take a piss, wash and left.

Meanwhile another person arrived. I caught a quick glimpse of him at the urinal. He was wearing some sort of uniform like a rent a cop security guard. He took a piss then took something from his jacket pocket and went into the 2nd booth next to me. He hung up his belt and club on the hook behind the door and dropped his pants to his ankles. He quickly set down, spread his firm hairy legs and proceeded to manipulate his cock to get it hard.
He started to place a condom over his now semi-hard cock. He knew I was watching him and I think it turned him on even more. He managed to put the condom on then he reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a picture of a naked woman. He lustfully looked at the picture and he pounded on his now hard cock. The sound of the rubber could readily be heard. He moved back so I could watch him thru the large glory hole.

He proceeded to jack off and on occasion would pull on his big balls. After a few minutes, he moaned out and shot his cum into his condom repeatedly filling it to capacity. His body seemed to go into spasms as load after load of his white cum shot into the rubber. He finally stopped cumming in the condom, put away the picture of the naked woman and slowly and carefully stretched the condom so all his cum went to the end. He emptied such a load that it looked as though half of the condom was full. Then he slowly started to pull the used rubber off his still firm cock. As he pulled it over the head of his cock he was very careful not to lose any of his spent cum. He carefully milked down his cock making sure every available drop was in the condom. He rolled the condom up carefully and twisted the end keeping his entire warm cum inside. He looked over to me nodded then offered me his warm load now in the condom.

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1. Eat lightly for two days before you’re gonna play, and nothing but liquids on the day you’re gonna play, if you know ahead of time. Not a bad prep for the weekend, in any case. No red meat, fatty foods, junk foods, etc. A juice fast on the third day will make cleaning out a LOT easier (fresh-squeezed veggie and fruit juice diluted with bottled water).
2. Don’t wait until the last minute to do your clean-out. I like to do it, and then take a nap before I go out … gives the gut time to settle and and expel or absorb any water that didn’t come out. Nothing more embarrassing than having to take a wet dump at the bar!
3. Shower shots may be fun, but they’re not very efficient … what you need is a large volume of warm water running lowly … one of those 5-gallon camping shower bags works great … you only have to fill it once, but be sure it’s hung securely … five gallons of water is HEAVY.
4. Go for depth the first time, before the bowel has a chance to begin peristaltic action … grit your teeth, take a hit of popper, pant, do whatever is necessary, but get at least two quarts in the first go-round. I find I can take more water standing up with knees flexed; others may prefer doggie style or on their back in the bathtub.
5. After that, sit on the can and just let the water run in and out … hold it till it feels uncomfortable, then let go.
6. If you can take three successive 2-quart “hits” and have them come out clean, you’re probably cleaned out up to your NECK.
7. If you’re in a hurry, you can use the Fleet’s “Phospho-soda buffered oral saline laxative” … take the dosage for “purgative”, and be prepared to shit your brains out. Not a good idea to use this more than once or twice a month in a real emergency situation (i.e. where you don’t have time to reduce food intake and spend an hour or two on the hose).
8. Adding a teaspoon of baking soda per quart to the water cuts down on the amount of water the colon absorbs, so you don’t piss as much.
9. Both extensive enemas and the Fleet preparation do a number on your electrolytes … it’s a good idea to drink Gatorade or another sports drink while you’re playing, or afterward, to restore the balance.
10. You CAN use Dr. Bronner’s Castile soap to clean out with … makes everything smell better; but only put a couple of DROPS per quart. Stronger solutions WILL burn your asshole. The peppermint flavor is my favorite. Use it (or any other soap … Ivory FLAKES [NOT liquid] is about the only one that won’t fuck up your colon) ONLY for the FIRST enema, followed by plenty of plain water ones, so that the soap isn’t absorbed into your colon.
11. Water temperature - anything from 98.6F to as hot as you can comfortably put your hand in. Hotter will get the job done faster; cold (below 98.6) causes more cramps, if that’s your thing. I like to start hot and switch to cold.
12. NEVER, EVER EVER attach an enema nozzle to anything but a gravity bag. If you should happen to have a surge on the shower shot, your intestine will blow before the retention balloon. Also, never use anything but water-soluble lube with a retention nozzle… they are expensive, they’re made of latex, and they will dissolve if they come into contact with Crisco, etc. I put a rubber over mine and put a small hole in the nozzle end, just to be sure. And that includes using a retention nozzle after you’ve played when your ass is full of Crisco. Retention nozzles (for the truly twisted) are available at www.enematoys.com … they come in single and double (single has a balloon that goes up your ass and inflates; double has an additional one on the outside that’s supposed to act as an additional seal, but I’ve never been able to tell the difference). They aren’t cheap … wash and dry them well, and powder them with baby powder before you put them away.

So far nobody else has mentioned the cleaning out regime that I use. Admittedly it takes a full week, but it is ABSOLUTELY foolproof.

If I am planning to play on Saturday, I usually start on the Monday of that week. It goes like this:

Monday - No meat, bread, dairy products or vegetables. Usually I eat plain boiled rice with soy sauce. Use shower shot for preliminary clean out, usually takes 2 to 3 hours. I can watch TV from my bathroom, so this is no problem. Sleep with foot of bed raised on two house bricks to aid flow.

Tuesday - Sacrifice small goat to Krishna, Indian god of clean colons. Eliminate rest of food groups, drink only water, sweetened with saccharine. Second preliminary cleanout in evening usually takes 4 to 5 hours. I take a good book, and find Gone With The Wind most effective.

Wednesday - up at 5:00 am for first two-hour clean-out of day. This usually produces thin greyish green matter (which incidentally makes a useful weed killer and snail repellent for you gardeners out there!) Eat dry toast or Jell-O (not both!) and drink peppermint tea all day as needed, leave work early for second two-hour cleanout, then stand on head for 45 minutes before eating small can of creamed corn (bed-time snack!). I use this evening to phone all my friends to warn them I’m not available for social purposes as I’m cleaning out for the weekend. I no longer bother to let my mother know, after the fuss last year.

Thursday - wear plastic incontinent pants to work - believe me you’ll need them! - and drink vodka during day (no more than 1 quart in total). On arrival home after work, if I can find the bathroom, I clean out using 5 gallons of water with 2 packets of Epsom Salts, or any non-corrosive drain cleaner added. I usually attack a good crossword puzzle during this time. Eat a small packet of raisins as a bedtime snack. Or a large box of Whitman’s sampler chocolates - but NOT the peanut clusters!!

Friday - I usually faint at work and get sent home in a taxi cab. Drink plenty of fruit juice during the day and about 4:00 p.m. eat two tablespoons of any reputable brand of cement. (avoid Korean cement - too acidic!) go to bed early and file nails (well, you never know!). Wake about 2:00 am, spend 20 minutes bouncing on a trampoline (if you have one), and flush out any remaining matter in the system, using a small electrical garden pump, as used in fountains and other such garden water features. (Cheap to buy and a good investment!)

Saturday - the big day! Up at 6:30 am to flush out system with high pressure fire hose (easy to borrow from the local hunky volunteer patrol, once you explain what you want it for!) This usually takes me 3 hours or so, until there is absolutely no further matter being flushed out. I pass the time with prank phone calls. At this point your skin ought to have taken on a glowing moist look, and you’ll find many of the fine lines and crows feet on your face have vanished! Sadly this doesn’t last after your first bowel movement on Sunday morning. Avoid being hugged during this time, as you are likely to leave wet patches on your friends, and DON’T wear tight clothing. About two hours before you start to play, eat half a loaf of Wonder bread, and take a final flush out of the system. I usually spend this time vowing to become a strict top as soon as the weekend’s over.

Then you’re ready! At last! And once you’ve met Mr. Right, you’ll agree it’s all been worth it. And then he says those magic words: “Sure I’m versatile - but I’ll get in the sling first…”

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Welcome to the 2007 AVN Adult Entertainment Expo! As you may already know, today was the opening day which is reserved to members of the trade for a little B2B meet and greet. The event started at 10am and was a hectic first day trying to catch up with all our friends in the industry.

Francesco D’Macho, Vinnie D’Angelo and Hot House Man Rafael Alencar were among the beefcakes on display vying for attention and posing for photographs.

(l-r) Hot House Exclusive Francesco D’Macho, Hot House Man Rafael Alencar and New Hot House Exclusive Vinnie D’Angelo.

The AVN Adult Entertainment Expo is the largest event for the adult industry worldwide. It is an opportunity to see the industry’s latest developments and mingle with the best of the best. Already today we have seen Jonno from Fleshbot.com, Bill and Andy from BigMuscle.com, Reena from Kink.com, and Holly, Dave, and Jonathan from NakedSword.com.

(l-r) Uber-sexy Jonathan from NakedSword gets a little closer with Steven Scarborough.

Check back daily for more updates and pics from the expo! In the meantime, feast your eyes on this!

Hot House Exclusive Francesco D’Macho gives us the eye.

 

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From my bunk I could see into the cell across from mine.
It was occupied by this sweet looking blond kid with an
angelic face and cute bubble butt. He was new to the county
lock-up, and judging from the fear in his huge, blue eyes, it
was safe to assume this was his first time behind bars.

As usual in mid-July, the cells were hot as hell. The
dim light from the corridor cast a soft, warm glow over the
boy’s resting body. The only thing he wore was a pair of
boxer shorts. The rest of his slender body lay exposed.

My mind began to wander as I laid staring at the new
kid. He couldn’t have been more than eighteen. I could
hardly wait for morning to arrive so I could check him out,
close up, in the showers. In the mean time, I could only
rely on a vivid imagination to fulfill my fantasy, and the
lust burning between my legs.

Pressing my naked body against the cool steel, I stuck
my eight inch cock between the bars. My man flesh pinged
like a homing beacon, lusting for the vibrant, young flesh
that lay so near, but was impossible to reach. A generous
flow of pre-cum lubricated my hand as I vigorously slapped my
throbbing pud. The lewd sound of wet, pounding cockmeat got
the kid’s attention. Only his head turned to investigate the
seductive sloshing of my jacking off. His sensual eyes
widened as he stared down the muzzle of my loaded weapon.

“Show me your cock, kid. I want you so bad. This is
for you, sweet thing,” I grunted, as I launched long
whipping strands of gooey spunk into the corridor.

The kid turned away, refusing to acknowledge my gesture
of friendship, but I wasn’t insulted. I knew he was scared.
His fear would pass, once I took him under my wing.

The current population in lock-up was down, there was
just me, three other inmates and the kid. It made the job of
protecting my prize a whole lot easier. I wasn’t about to
share that cherry ass with anyone. He was all mine.

The next morning all eyes were on the kid as he stepped
naked into the shower. Christ, he had a body that would have
given a straight arrow a hardon, and I wasn’t altogether
straight to begin with.

It didn’t take long for a couple of the guys to put some
moves on the young, fresh meat. They quickly had him pinned
in a corner groping his firm, silky, baby smooth ass.

“Please stop,” the kid pleaded, attempting to push their
hands away. Fortunately my reputation had preceded me. I
got the dogs to heal by simply clearing my throat. With his
back to the wall, he stood cowering, hands cupped tightly
over his budding manhood. Terrified eyes expressed his
silent gratitude.

“Don’t worry,” I said, putting my hand on his trembling
shoulder. “You can relax. They won’t be bothering you
anymore.

“I guess I should thank you,” the kid stammered,
dropping his hands to reveal his alluring cylinder of boy
meat.

“That’s a start,” I said, admiring his uncut cock. He
was the most beautiful person I’d seen in a very long time.

“I guess if you want to”…. I put my fingers to his
soft, full lips, stopping him before he could finish his
thought. His expression was one of naive bewilderment. I
wanted him so bad I thought I would burst apart at the seams,
but now was not the time, nor the place.

“We can talk later. Right now, you’d better get your
shower. You’ve only got ten minutes.”

The kid and I stood side by side, lather rippling down
our bodies. I couldn’t get over how his smooth, wet skin
seemed to glow. To make him feel more at ease, I tried to be
discreet in my observations, but I wasn’t overlooking a
single inch of his glorious body.

With envious greed, I watched his soapy hand glide down
his flat, washboard abdominal to tend his luscious limp
organ. I held my breath as his thin fingers retracted the
generous flap of soggy foreskin sheathing the crest of his
cock. The water cascaded down his satiny torso, washing over
his sensitive, purple knob with a cleansing caress that made
him shiver. The wispy tuft of blond man fur surrounding the
root of his ivory tool lay wet, and matted, against his pubic
bone. His tender, young balls hung low in their velvety
pouch, weighted heavily with his abundance of succulent boy
cream. I was deeply obsessed by the spell this teenage jock
had cast over me.

The kid tried to divert his eyes from the thick slab of
horse meat rising up between my hairy thighs, but I caught
him staring. I sensed the adolescent-like curiosity
trembling in his hands as he fondled the slippery mounds of
his narrow, round buttocks.

I was met with little resistance as I reached for his
hand and placed it on my hot, pulsating cock. “You like
dick, don’t you, kid?” I asked. He pulled his hand away, but
I knew the truth. I could see it swelling between his legs.
I put my mouth to his ear. “Don’t worry, so do I. Your
secret is safe with me.”

That night I made a deal with the guard that would allow
me to visit the kid in his cell. My intentions were purely
sexual, and the guard knew it, but that sort of thing
happened around this place all the time. A few bucks in the
hands of the right guard, and you could have any piece of ass
in the joint.

When he heard his cell door open, the kid sat up,
drawing his knees up against his chest. he didn’t seem at
all surprised to see me. He may have been young, and
beautiful, but he obviously wasn’t stupid. I could tell just
by looking into those baby-blues, he knew exactly why I was
there.

The cell door closed behind me and the guard left us
alone. “What’s your name, kid?” I asked.

“Patrick. And you are?”

“Simon.

“How long have you been in here, Simon?”

“Six months.”

“I appreciate what you did for me, you know, this
morning in the shower.”

I sat down on the bunk beside him, putting my hand on
his knee. “Glad to be of service, kid. I don’t think you’ll
have anymore trouble with those guys. They know not to fuck
with me.”

I felt goose bumps rise up on his hairless skin as my
hand crept up his thigh. “I saw you last nigh in your cell,”
he said. “I’ve never seen another guy jack off before.”

“Welcome to jail, Patrick. You’re probably going to
wind up seeing a lot of shit you’ve never seen before.”

My hand had nearly reached his crotch when he jumped up
from the bunk and put some distance between us. “What is it
you want from me, Simon? I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re
thinking.”

I shook my head and laughed. “Why is it people think
two men have to be gay to enjoy one anothers company? I’m
attracted to you. I’m tired of sitting alone in a dark cell
beating my meat.”

“I don’t think I can do what you’re asking,” Patrick
mumbled.

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The day started out like any other, but today he was mine. As I walked into the front lobby from the cold, I saw him, Tyce, the modern adonis of every high school. He’s tall and muscular with the lightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen and a perfect tan that made his silver blonde hair stand out. With me, john , being just your average guy who never stood out in a crowd, I have dark brown hair with jet black eyes and no tan at all with a medium build and a large cock for my body size (8 inches). Its undeniable that he was the hottest gut in school, and he knew hat he was every guy’s (gay or straight)wet dream. 

As I walked past him and his usual group of lemmings I looked up and saw that he was staring at me and I flushed as I sprang a boner. I just tried to hide it and limp away, but he broke away from the group( which looked like he had just made a huge mistake in doing since they all just snorted and walked off) and walked towards me. I moved faster trying to get away, but he caught up to me instantly, he spoke and I went numb. 

“Nice tent.” he said in his heavenly voice. 

“What?” I said after a while

“Your cock’s hard.” he said.

“What?” I said trying to sound surprised, but he just smiled and led me out of the side door that led to the football field. The cold air stung my eyes and cheeks as we walked. He guided me across the field and under the bleachers on the far side of the feild and as soon as we were out of sight he kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before. I never wanted it to stop. 

“Omg that was the best kiss I’ve ever had.”I said mimicking my thoughts.

“Thanks, you weren’t so bad either! Now lets see what you’ve got to offer.”with that he dropped to his knees and began to unbutton my jeans, but I stopped him, “ I want to taste you first.” I told him. “But I have had a crush on you since sixth grade.( Were sophomores in high school) It’s you’re eyes they’ve always just seemed too pull me in.”he told me this and I went weak, my crush of a lifetime had a crush on me, you’re average guy whom no one noticed, ever! With these words I nodded my head and told him that I’d wait. And so he unzipped my pants and slid them down my legs and the cold air upon my bare leg sent chills down my spine. “Don’t worry you’ll be warm soon enough.” 

With that he took my cock from the slit in my boxers and licked up and down the shaft, It felt like heaven. “Omg you have a huge cock I can’t get all the way down with you’re boxers on.” Tyce said with my hard cock still in his mouth, “ Can I slip off you’re boxers?”. “Yes, yes just don’t stop!” his mouth moved off my cook and the cold air made my cock stand even higher. He slipped a finger in the waistband and slid the left side down but then I felt his hot breath on my waist and his warm mouth bit my boxers and tugged at them until they were at my ankles. “ That’s better.” he said as he took my cock back into his loving mouth and began to swivel his tongue around my cock head. “ You taste so good.”he told me as he sucked on my cock so lovingly and tenderly it was like a everything just melted away. 

But my body began to tense up with anticipation. “ I’m gonna cum! Ooooohhhhhhhhh shhhit!” I yelled and with that I blew my biggest load ever down his manly throat. Once he was done drinking my sweet man nectar he looked up at me and smiled with a droplet hanging from his chin, he moved up and went to kiss me but I stopped him and licked my cum off his chin, and kissed him. I let the cum move back and forth between our mouths as we kissed.. “Now it’s my turn he said as he sat up and undid his pants and took them off his perfect legs. You could tell that he had a hefty schlong from the outline in his briefs. He told me to lay down on my back and I happily did so bringing knowing what was coming up. He slid his briefs down to his ankles and worked his feet free. I gawked at the size of his cock.(omg it was like totally huge I’m talking like ass stretching the size of a small pothole huge, it was like ten inches long and like as wide as a beer can!!!!) I shook my head no, but he assured me that he would go easy on me. 

He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a bottle of lube and greased his humongous cut cock all over, he then spread the cold fluid on my tight rosebud and he inserted a finger inside me. He continued to finger fuck me for abut ten minutes in which time he inserted his entire fist in preparation. I was hard again when he finally took out his fist, my ass felt so empty when he took it out, but it was quickly replaced by his throbbing dick. His head entered easily from all the wonderful work he did to my ass and the rest of his cock soon followed. He started off slow, with slow yet forceful thrusts. He continued to fuck me like this for about ten minutes the whole time focusing on my eyes, it would have gone on like this forever until I yelled at him “Fuck me harder, come on Ty just fuck me like I know you want to.” with that he laid into my ass with all he had, he slammed me like there was no tomorrow. 

After what seemed like an eternity his face began to contort from the ecstacy. His body covered in his sweat and his cock expanding in my ass, it was sheer bliss. This was too much for me . I shoot another load all over my chest and stomach. For the first time since he started to fuck me he spoke, “I’m gonna cum! Oohhh ssshhiiit!” with that he slammed all the way in me and let loose all the cum he had to offer. He then collapsed on top of me with his cock still shrinking in my ass. We laid together until sunset, just talking. When the sun had set we decided to use the school showers to wash up, so we peeled our selves apart and picked up our stuff and made our way to the field house showers 

Once we got there we showered each other off and played around. I began to get hard again with all the fooling around. “ It’s my turn .” I said as I dropped to my knees and began to play with his hardening dick. I began to lick up and down his huge shaft and formed a ring under his cock head with my tongue and slid my tongue back and forth under his shaft. I took his head into my mouth and began to give the best bj I’ve ever given. This time he only lasted of couple of minutes before he came, but this time only the clear part of the cum came out, no sperm. “ I have to fuck you. Now get on your hands and knees.” I ordered him. And with that he dropped on his hands and knees and stuck his ass up waiting for me to fuck him good. 

I positioned myself behind him and slammed into him instead of taking it slow. He cried out in pain but I kept on going, he was gonna pay for making me wait to fuck him. I drove in and out as fast as I thought I could go, with the warm water running over my body and his . But then I heard a voice scream “What the fuck is goin’ on in there?. Who’s fuckin’ in my locker room?” I froze and shrunk as Coach Caracas walked into the doorway into the showers he about 28 and very good looking for a coach.” Ty you got another one did ya? He looks pretty hot. I don’t think I’ve seen you at this school before? What’s you’re name?” He spoke and I just listened. But Tyce spoke up. “His name’s John coach. He goes to our school but you’ll never see him on the field because he’s in the I.B. program. He’s a thinker not a fighter.” that pissed me off because I’ve had to hold my own many a time. “ Coulda fooled me with the sounds he was havin’ you make.” the coach snorted. Well gee at least he didn’t doubt me. “Yeah he really laid into me coach. He gave me the best ride I’ve ever had. Besides you of course coach.” He said this and I got hard again. “Is that so? Then let’s what ya got. Go on, get to it. I wanna see what you’re made of you puss.” With that I pulled out and slammed into Tyce as hard as I could and rode him like if I didn’t I was gonna die. When I looked up the coach was standing in the doorway with his cock pulled out of his fly quickly jacking off. I looked back down at Ty and then to the doorway again and the coach was gone. But I kept going .I looked down at Ty and saw that he was jacking himself off in rhythm with my thrusts. All of a sudden the showers were filled with the most butch guys you could imagine all jacking off, with the coach standing behind them smiling. It wasn’t long before they began to cum. The cum flew all over the place with most of it ending up on me and my jock slave. Once they were done the room cleared almost instantly, with them leaving no trace except their cum. I was ready to cum, so just slammed into him for the last time with all my strength. This sent him off and made him cum. But I was just getting started by the time he finished. So I just sat there and let the cum flow from my softening cock as I collapsed on top of him. My weight must have been too much for him because fell to the tile floor with a slight groan. I got up and washed my self off in the warm water, that felt so good. 

When I left he was still passed out on the floor heaving in ecstacy.

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I’m an over the road truck driver and this just recently happened to me. I was traveling east on I-80 in Indiana and really had to use the restroom. I saw a sign that said “Rest area ahead. Trucks only.” I pulled in and found the restrooms were little more than out-houses. I entered and went directly to the toilet. I placed paper on the seat and sat down. 

I had even started to do my business when the door (that I had forgotten to lock) opened and another driver walked in, hauling out his cock. He saw me sitting there and immediately went hard. It was about 7 inches long and cut. As he stood there staring at me I dropped to my knees on the dirty floor. He walked up to me and without saying a word rammed his cock down my throat. 

He put his hands on my head and just face fucked me. After a few minutes I heard the door open again and there was another man standing there jacking off a 5 inch uncut dick. The first guy continued to fuck me and came down my throat. He pulled his dick and and the second guy didn’t give me chance and shoved his cock in my cum soaked mouth. I saw the first guy leave and a third guy walked in and started jacking a 9 inch cut cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening but was really getting into being used like this. 

The second guy got off rather quickly and left. The third guy said to me, “my buddy says you have a talented mouth lets find out.” I love sucking cock, but I’m not much for deep throating, but this guy wasn’t giving me any choice as he too just rammed his cock down my throat. Maybe I was loosened up by the other two guys or maybe I was really enjoying the scene but I took that cock all the way down without gagging. As he was fucking my face he was doing all the talking. “you’re nothing but a faggot cock sucker, take my dick faggot, take it.” I was so into everything I didn’t even notice that the first guy had returned with yet a fourth man until I felt someone fingering my asshole. 

The guy fucking my stopped, pulled out and said “strip faggot, my buddy wants your fag hole.” I stood up and started to say that I really don’t get into getting fucked when he grabbed my shirt and said “shut the fuck up fag. My buddy is gonna fuck you and anyone else that comes in and wants to fuck is gonna. There’s nothing you can do, now strip.” I started to take my shoes off to get my jeans off and the the guy ripped my shirt off and said “you better go faster or you won’t have anything to wear out of here.” I quickly stripped and he threw my clothing in the corner. The other two were standing to the side jacking off with eyes gleaming. The guy with the 9 inch cock grabbed my head and rammed it onto his cock. I felt someone spit on my asshole and with no other lube felt someone cram his dick into my ass. I thought I was going to faint the pain was so intense. 

The guy I was sucking said “fuck that fag hard, he wants your cum in him”. My ass loosened up and I started feel the pleasure of being used like this. My hand went to my hard cock and I started jacking off. All of a sudden a fist hit my head. “nobody told you to enjoy this faggot” the guy I was sucking yelled. The guy fucking me hit me in the side with his fist and he wasn’t pulling the punch. 

He yelled “fucking fag, you get us off”. The guy I was sucking pulled his dick out of my mouth and and came all over my face. He spurted 3 nice loads on my face and then stepped aside telling the fourth guy (whom I had forgotten about) that it was his turn. This guy had a fairly small cock, about 4 inches but it was hard to suck with this huge belly over it. He came in my mouth rather quickly, zipped up and fairly ran out the door leaving me with the two friends. The guy still fucking me wasn’t being too gentle about it. He would pull out the way out and ram back into me all the while chanting “bitch, bitch, bitch” over and over. 9 incher was standing in front of me again with another hard on. 

He shoved his cock into my waiting mouth and instead of fucking me he held my head in place and started pissing down my throat. As he was doing this the guy fucking me grabbed my hips and shoved his 7inches up my ass and started cumming. I knew that if I touched my cock I was blow too, but I also knew that I would get my ass kicked so I didn’t dare touch my self. 

The guy fucking me pulled out wiped his dick on my ass checks. 9 incher than walked around to my ass and just drove his dick home. As he was fucking me he said to his friend “see if there is anyone else out there that needs to get off”. Before leaving his friend pissed into my mouth and all over my face and head. Soon another man walked in and rammed his cock down my throat. 

By the end of the night I had sucked off 10 more guys and had gotten fucked 6 more times. Most of the guys just came in me and left but a few pissed in or on me before leaving. I didn’t come until I was finally able to get back to my truck. It was the hottest night I’ve ever had and although I want it to happen again it probably never will.

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My personal fetish today is looking at guys in any kind of underwear. I’m partial to briefs. I love seeing guys with boners in their underwear. The tents that they make are really what turns me on. My fascination began in gym class. Seeing guys in the jock straps was a real turn on. When I was eighteen, a high school senior, we got a new gym teacher. Greg was fresh out of college and there was something about him that made me want to make him like me from the first day of class. I didn’t know what it was at first. I just liked everything about him, from his handsome face to his voice. 

He moved with a grace and just watching him walk across the gym stirred me with longing. I chose to play soccer but was not very good at it. Before one practice session, Greg called me aside. He had some suggestion and wanted me to think about changing my sport. I stood in front of him, in my sneakers and regulation gym clothes, panting and sweating, gasping for air from having just run four times around the track, a mile in all, in four minutes, thirty-eight seconds. Greg stood staring at his stopwatch. Most of the class was over a lap behind me, including a few soccer jocks who had jeered me the week before for not coming near the ball when I finally did make it on the court to play. But I was a good runner. I always left the other guys far behind when we did laps.

“What’s your name?” Greg asked me. “Bob, but my friends call me Lightning — Light for short.” I said, just beginning to catch my breath. “Light, as in faster-than-the-speed-of,” he said, confirming the nickname I got in the neighborhood for being able to outrun everybody, and the fact that I ran everywhere, even to the store. “Come here Light” Greg said. He put his arm around my shoulder and told me his suggestion. He said I was a half decent soccer player but that he wanted to make a track star out of me. I said, “OK, whatever.” He hugged me so tightly that my face was crushed against the metal whistle that hung on a silver chain around his strong neck. He rubbed my hair vigorously. I hated when my relatives did that but it was different when Greg did it. I smelled his body, as my nose brushed against the black hair on his chest, which ran high up and shown at the open neck of his shirt. So with that, I joined the track team.

There were only five guys on the high school cross-country team. In after-school practice, Greg ran along with us. Greg had been a miler in college but told us he wasn’t built for it, and had never been very good. His legs were too muscular, he said. I thought his legs and his whole muscular body were beautiful. Maybe he didn’t have “a runner’s body”, but to me, it was perfect. I had seen it when he showered with us after work-outs. He seemed self-conscious, but a little proud too, of being so hairy. Even before I saw him in the shower for the first time, I remember finding his crotch captivating, the way it strained at the fabric of his shorts. In the shower, I noticed that his balls were very large, which were the reason for the bulge in his shorts. His dick was a nice size. What I liked most though was the thick bush of public hair that ran right up his chest. 

My own pubic hair was still not fully grown out and I prayed that I’d grow a quarter of what Greg had. I had daydreams about Greg in his gym shorts, walking up to me. I would drop to my knees and he would let me feel his legs and bury my face in his crotch.

Greg acted very differently during cross-country practice compared with the way he acted in gym class. He was much quieter on our runs, running along with us, or giving pointers on running style. Teaching gym class required that he maintain discipline. But I could tell he wasn’t the kind of rigid person that gets off on giving orders. It was obvious to all of us in his gym class, that he was only strict because the other teachers probably told him it was the only way a teacher in his first year could act, unless he wanted his students to think they could get over on him. 

After a few months I had gotten to know him well enough to tease him a little about his drill sergeant act in gym class, not in front of other students of course. He took my ribbing in stride. Sometimes it was only a fleeting exchange of glances between us, an understanding that people who are close to each other develop after a while, but I could tell he liked me and understood me, even if I didn’t understand myself at the time.

Since there were only five guys on the cross-country team, Greg drove us to out-of-town meets in his own car. I always sat in front next to Greg, on the hump, because I was the smallest, but I really liked sitting there just to be next to him. The sight of his hairy arms on the steering wheel gave me a sense of security. When we went around curves, our sides and legs would often touch. This physical contact, which he probably didn’t even notice, was lighting the fires of a passion like I’ve never known since. I jerked off regularly and the only fantasy person I could think of was Greg. He was driving me insane and if I hadn’t had running to keep my emotions level, I probably would have killed myself or gone mad.

Greg was married. His wife came to some of the local meets, always carrying a book with her to read. She wore thick glasses and looked intellectual. She was an odd wife for a gym teacher, but Greg wasn’t your average gym teacher. He probably picked her because she had brains.

That year, the State finals were held a small town downstate. I was the only guy from our school to qualify and Greg called my parents to get permission to drive me to the meet, and spending a night over in a motel since it was a 3 hour drive, each way. My father liked Greg a lot because if his job, he was away a lot and thought he was a good influence on me. He used to say, “Greg is a real man’s man.” So he gave his permission.

At the meet I didn’t fulfill the early promise to myself for becoming a star marathoner. For one thing, I didn’t have the drive to push myself to extremes in training. Greg could see this. I enjoyed running and Greg was instrumental in teaching me that running was for both for mental and physical fitness, not just to win. 

When I crossed the course finish line in 6th place at the State finals, Greg ran up, put his arm around my shoulder and said “Light, you did just fine, now lets go eat
After taking a shower at the hosting high school, Greg drove us to a diner. “You’ll never guess what I majored in, at first, in college,” he said as we began our meal. I assumed that he’d gone to college majoring in phys ed and I couldn’t even guess at anything else. 

“Philosophy!” he said, laughing, “but then I switched to phys ed.” His talk about college years kept me mesmerized. He talked about other personal things too, just like he would to a friend. It was the first time I was with him completely alone, without other runners, and he seemed to like being with me as much as I did him.

Evening approached as we arrived back at the motel. The small room had a black tiled bathroom and a television with only one rabbit ear. However, it was clean and to be with Greg alone anywhere, even in the city dump, would be better than a suite at the Plaza with my family, as far as I was concerned. As soon as we got back to the room, Greg put on his sweat pants and headed out for a quick run and I turned on the TV while awaiting his return. I couldn’t very well go along with him since I’d just finished a ten-mile race. 

 

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My throat burned from all the cigarettes I’d smoked, and shots of whiskey I’d drank. Sitting at this bar for the last several hours was beginning to bore me. I had seen several interesting-looking men, but just didn’t seem to have the motivation to approach any of them. I figured I’d spend another night at home alone, jacking myself lazily, was what I had to look forward to. I was wrong.

I stepped up from my barstool and headed to the john to take a last piss before I walked down the block to my small apartment to retire for the night. My head was foggy from the booze, but I was able to walk alright, I wasn’t dizzy or anything. I made my way to the bathroom and entered, walking twords the line up of urinals on the wall. As I stood before the urinal and fumbled with my jeans, I heard the door swing open and footsteps enter the john.

I turned my head and saw a nice-looking stud come up to the urinal next to me, and proceed to take out his cock. He looked to be somewhere between 25 or 30, and was pretty muscular. He had a nice face, with big green eyes and reddish whiskers on his chin. His hair was also reddish and cut short in back, but longer in the front. I found him pretty appealing. I had by then taken my own cock out of my pants and was holding it, waiting to piss. I watched as he took his long cock from his pants, and he looked over at me as he felt my eyes on him. His cock was halfway hard, but it didn’t stop him from pissing at all. He pulled on it a time or two, pushing and pulling his foreskin over its big purple head, and then pulled it back one last time and began to piss.

But once this attractive stud started letting the piss flow from his cock, he abruptly turned just a bit and aimed it on my cock. This guy was pissing on my dick! Somehow I managed to stand still after he surprised me with this act, and just let my cock get pissed on by this stranger. I still had my one hand holding it, and as the moments passed and I felt this guy’s hot piss on me, I started to become erect and pulling a little on my own cock. As I did, I felt his piss hitting my hand. It was strangely exciting to me. I looked this guy in the face as he continued to piss on my now hard cock, and he met my eyes with a smile. I was starting to notice that not only was his piss spashing onto my hand, but the fly of my jeans as well. A big wet spot was beginning to appear on the front of my jeans. But at that moment his stream of piss subsided, and he started stroking his meat again with droplets of piss still leaking from it.

I looked down at my own wet, hard cock, and I really had to piss at this point. It was a bit distracting, having this sexy guy standing next to me, jerking. But I did the best I could to block that from my thoughts so I could empty my bladder too. I closed my eyes and was able to start pissing. As soon as I did, the guy dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. This fucker was drinking my piss! I had never pissed into someone’s mouth before, but I hafta tell ya, it felt awesome. The guy took my pissing cock all the way to his throat and swallowed fast and hungrily. I couldn’t help moaning, it really felt good. I put my hand on the back of his head, as if I needed to hold it there. This guy wasn’t going anywhere till I was finished pissing. I could see that he was really into it. after a few more moments, he had completely drained me, and I waited for him to release my cock from his jaws. He didn’t seem to want to do that, he just kept his mouth on my wet cock and started moving up and down my shaft. I pulled my meat from him and said, “No, not here. I live right down the street. Why don’tcha come on over?”

The guy stood up quickly and put his cock back into his pants.
“Sounds great man, I’m ready.”
I went to put my own cock away for the short walk home, and realized how wet the front of my pants were. Oh well, I figured that it wouldn’t be the first time the bartender saw a guy with wet pants. But he didn’t even notice as we slipped out the door together.

The sexy stranger followed close to me as we walked briskly twords my apartment. We were there in no time, and he was following me up the stairs like a stray puppy. This was feeling a little strange at this point, we didn’t even know each other’s names or exchanged hardly any words. Both of us only had one thing on our minds apparently. Getting off.

As I swung the door open and he followed me inside my small front room, his hand quickly went to the wet buldge in my pants. He squeezed my cock hard and came forward to kiss me on the mouth. I didn’t resist, and met his open mouth with mine and he sucked my tongue hungrily. He broke the kiss and started fumbling with my fly, and said, “Man that was so hot drinking your piss from you. I’m so glad you let me..I haven’t been fed for days.”

“So you’re really into that, huh,” I said, “a regular piss pig.”
“Oh definetly. But it dosen’t stop there, sexy. Let me show you all the ways I can please you and be your slave.”
This sounded good to me. He had now gotten my pants undone and went to his knees in front of me once again, pulling my jeans to my ankles. I slipped off my shoes and stepped from my pants, as my hard cock swung in his face. I played into the game he seemed to like so well.
“Ok, you dirty little bitch, suck that cock good,” I said as I started forcing his mouth on my dick again. “Suck me you little piss slave.”
My words excited him and he stared eagerly sucking my cock. As he did I once again held his head tight to my groin and tried to choke him with my throbbing meat. He opened his throat for my cock and let me in as far as it could go. I then began to fuck his pretty face forcefully, moaning as I did, spitting out various degrading remarks.

“Oh yeah you little slut, suck that cock. Suck it good, and get ready to eat my cum, bitch. You’re gonna get a mouthful in a minute, so get ready you dirty little faggot.”
The more I talked the harder he sucked. He seemed to love the way I verbally abused him. It was pretty fun for me too. I hadn’t found myself in this sort of position in quite a while. There had been times I’d been dominating, but it certainly wasn’t my usual role. This was getting good.
The piss-pig on his knees, sucking my cock harder and harder, began jacking his own dick through his pants.

“I didn’t tell you you could touch yourself, faggot!” As I yelled this at him he took his hands away from his crotch and looked up at me with his mouth full of my dick. “Don’t you fucking touch yourself until I tell you to do so, slut. Do you understand?”
He nodded yes and continued sucking me. I was finding this dominating role easier by the minute. I was liking it alot. I held the base of my cock with one hand, and the other still held the back of his head. I was getting close to creaming in his mouth. I felt the electricity as my balls began to stir, and finally felt the cum rise to my cock and shoot into my slave’s throat. I grunted loudly with each spurt of semen I fed to my slave, and he gobbled it up hungrily. After a moment, I pulled my cock from his lips. I had got off really good in this guy’s mouth, but I still had an urge to use him more. I wondered when I might have this opporitunity to have a slave again would be. I had no idea, so I figured I’d better get it while the gettin’ was good. I saw that his poor cock was still rock hard, and thought for a moment about how else I could abuse my guest.

“Ok, faggot, get outta those pants now,” I said cooly. He quickly stripped from all his clothing and stood before me naked. He was built really well. He didn’t have the physical appearance of what I’d imagine a slave to be at all. He was tall and strong-looking, his broad chest covered with soft reddish hair, the same hair that surrounded his very hard cock.

“Can I please touch my cock now, Sir?”
I had something else in mind. I told him, no, not yet, and led him into the bathroom. I instucted him to lean over the commode so I could look at his ass. He did this quickly, with a “Yes, Sir,” showing me how much he liked being ordered. As he bent over the toilet I pulled his ass cheeks apart and saw a very tight looking hole. His balls hung low between his spread legs, and his cock was still sticking straight out. I reached over to the sink and got a bottle of lotion, and squirted some out onto my fingers. I then smeared some of the lotion all over his tight pink hole, and pushed a finger inside of him. His muscles tightened around my finger, and he groaned. My second finger slipped in just as easily as the first, and I pushed the two of them into him as deeply as I could. I moved my fingers around in his ass and found his sensative gland up there. I started rubbing it with my fingertips and grabbed his nutsack hard as I instructed him, “Now don’t you touch your cock, do you understand slut?”

“Yes, Sir…ooohhh,” he groaned. He wanted to shoot so bad, I knew it must’ve hurt. But I knew I was about to give him a great orgasm. I continued to stroke his prostate with my fingertip and tug his balls, squeezing and kneading them roughly. In no time I felt his ass start to expand and contract on my fingers, and I knew he was ready to come. I poked his gland harder, and felt the base of his shaft as his balls were ready to explode into the open toilet below. I told him to catch his cum as it shot from his cock, to shoot it into the palm of his hand. He came hard with my fingers in his ass, and ejaculated into his hand like I’d told him to do. I knew it had to be a huge relief for him, finally getting off. I pulled my fingers from his ass and turned him around to face me.

“Now, lick that cum out of your hand, bitch. Eat it up.”
I didn’t have to ask twice, he didn’t hesitate. He ate his own cum out of his hand as hungrily as he’d eaten mine. This was all starting to make me hard again. After he’d licked his hand clean, I put the two fingers I had up his tight ass into his mouth. He cleaned my fingers of his ass juice, and as he did, noticed that I was getting hard again. He asked what he could do for me. I told him not to worry, I’d let him know. I wasn’t exactly sure how I wanted to use him for my second orgasm, but I was able to come up with some creative ideas pretty quickly. I put my hands on him and directed him into the small shower stall. I instructed him to kneel and put his ass up in the air, as best he could in the confined space. He did this quickly, putting his head down on the floor of my shower and spreading his ass cheeks apart for me. I stood halfway in the shower, stroking my hardening cock over him, staring at that hot tight ass, where I longed to feel my cock. My bladder was now in need of relief again, lucky for this piss slave! i aimed my cock a few inches away from his ass, and let go as a hot stream of piss shot from my cock and onto his little pink hole.

“Ooohhh yess!” He exclaimed, excitedly. He pulled his ass apart farther, as if to feel more of my piss on his hole. I came down closer to him, bending my knees, and had my pissing cock right on his fuck hole. He was so thrilled with this! He couldn’t stop moaning and crying out as I finished pissing on him. It was pretty exciting to me, too. I pulled his back half out of the shower stall and knelt behind him, my hard cock ready to fuck. He was still nice and slippery from the lotion job earlier, and I started pushing my hardness into his tight ass. I held him by his wet, piss-soaked hips and pushed farther in, and he whimpered a little as I kept forcing myself inside him. I reached under him and grabbed his balls again. “Are you ready to get fucked hard, slave boy?” I said it with as much authority as I could muster.

“Oh yes Sir. Please have your way with me!”

With that, I started fucking my cock in and out of his slave ass as hard as I could. He was so tight, so hot! I tugged hard on his nuts as I punished his sweet ass, but he seemed to enjoy that equally well. With every tug and every thrust, he’d moan and cry out, “Oh yeah! Oh, fuck me hard Sir!”
I did, I fucked this boy harder than I’d fucked anyone in a long time. Without much more, I felt myself getting ready to spray his guts with my cum. He felt my cock get rock-hard, and tightened his ass muscles around me. I squeezed his nuts hard as I shot my huge load into him, and he let out a cry. But it was definetly a cry of pleasure. This guy got off on any of the moderate pain I’d inflicted on him. As the last of my juice was deposited into him, I caught my breath and slid my cock out of his soaking wet hole. I watched as my cum started to leak from him. I was almost compelled to lick it up, but no Master would do that. It wasn’t that easy for me to stay in this role! I instructed the slave to stand, and I stepped into the stall with him and turned on the water. I lathered up my hands with soap and began to wash my little bitch’s ass for him. I rubbed my hand between his asscheeks, inserting a soapy finger into him, cleaning him inside and out. I then rubbed my soapy hands on his asscheeks, cleaning the piss from them. He leaned his head back onto my shoulder as I cleaned our sex from him. He turned to face me and lathered up his hands as well, rubbing his soapy hands all over me, paying special attention to my cock, cleaning it well. We stepped from the shower and I dried him tenderly, all my drive to dominate was now gone, for the moment anyway. I pressed my naked body against his and kissed him deeply, licking his tongue and lips. He looked at me gratefully and told me what a great time he’d had.

“Me too, ” I said, “How bout you just stay here tonight?”
He liked that idea, and after drying off, we climbed into my bed together, my front against his back, nuzzling his neck. Before drifting off into a satisfying slumber, I heard him say, “So, what’s your name, anyway?”

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This story is completely fictional, and some may not enjoy it. Please do not be offended.

Tyler was Alta’s biggest slut. Everyone knew he was a fag, and everyone knew that he would sleep with anyone that asked him to. He didn’t mind being the town whore, and he enjoyed being fucked, sucking dick, he liked being a bitch bottom, so much that he did it for everyone, but he never, in his wildest dreams, would he imagine the stuff he did with Tom.

To begin, first one must know what Tyler looked like. He was a good-looking boy about 5′10 and a body that he worked hard to keep. It is one of the bodies that twinks are great at having. Not to muscular just right, being 5′10 and weighing only 135, Tyler would die if he were to get bigger. He had the toned body, and that’s why when he was such a good slut, most every guy liked him. Tyler had dirty blonde hair more brown, but in the right lighting you could see the blonde. He had blue eyes, eyes that people died for, and wonderful lips, they were known around Alta as the best blowing lips ever!

And he was so smooth, naturally smooth, he basically had no hair on his body, and any hair that he did, he shaved! Tom was a boy that was huge, he was about 6′2 and weight about 200lbs, but it was that much muscle, he did have a beer belly, sort of a sexy one! His arms were huge, that was his muscular part, his huge arms, girls and gay guys in Alta died to see them. He had a huge dick as well, it was about 9 uncut inches, and he loved it sucked, and he loved to use it to fuck. He had a shaved head, and dark brown eyes. I forgot to mention that his dick was not trimmed; Tom didn’t think he should have to worry about little trivial stuff about having nice hair, he could get someone to blow him. He knew the perfect boy.

Tyler was sitting in the local gay glory hole spot. He was not actually doing work today; he was just sitting in front of the spot. He knew that if a hot guy truly wanted him, he could get the guy in the front not through a hole. Tom walked toward the glory hole spot, it was called Dinkies, and everyone knew what it was. Tyler gasped as he seen Tom, and Tom gave an evil grin as he seen his new interest, he knew he was going to turn this boy into his bitch boy. Tom walked up to Tyler “He what are you doing out here?” He asked his eyes gazing over Tyler’s body.
“Nothing much, just being bored” Tyler grinned, playing coy.
“Well how about we make it something, and you come to my place” Tom grinned again.

“No problem” Tyler answer, and he and Tom began to walk. The car ride to Tom’s was sort of strange, neither talked, Tom liked that, a quiet little boy, but Tyler felt strange, usually he talked to his trick that just picked him up. Tom pulled up to a huge house and into the driveway, but instead of stopping he moved on to a barn. Tom got out, Tyler right after.

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“This is where we are going to play bitch” Tom said coldly. With that Tyler’s dick began to tingle, he loved being used; he knew he was good at it. As they walked in Tom grabbed Tyler and began to kiss him roughly. Holding onto his ass, squeezing and rubbing, “This will be mine you little fucker” Tom gnarled. Tyler moaned and then he felt the rip, Tom ripped his pants and the dropped Tyler stand there in his shirt and boxers, his ripped pants thrown away. Tom looked “Get in there” he pointed to a stall. “Okay” Tyler said and walked in “NAKED!” Tom yelled. Tyler looked and got undressed, his 6.5 uncut cock standing straight on end now. Tom smiled as he watched his fag go into the stall naked. He walked over and took off his shirt, then undid his pants and left his boxers on. He walked to the entrance of the stall and began to rub his dick through his pants “Come suck me bitch” Tom looked at Tyler. Tyler walked over and dropped to his knees. Tom pulled his dick out through the slit in his boxers. It was soft, already 7 inches, and really thick, Tyler gasped and took it into his mouth as soon as he seen it. He began to suck the dick head. It was full of sweat; he sucked as hard as he could. Tom was impressed he heard this fag was good, but this kid was great.

Tom held onto Tylers head as it began to get hard, he started shoving the dick into his throat. Tom was really excited he’d never gotten so hard so fast. Soon Tyler was feeling a 9-inch dick down his throat. He almost gagged, but then he wouldn’t be a great whore! Then Tyler heard something behind him, and started to stop, moving off the dick turning to see. Tom grabbed his head and slammed his dick onto his cheek “Did I fucking say stop” Tom asked angered. “I thought…” Tyler couldn’t finish Tom shoved his dick back into his throat. After Tyler thought his jaw was going to fall off, Tom let him stop. “I have a surprise for you little bitch” Tom said as he pulled the boxers off, that were full of Tyler’s spit after the dick job. “I’m going to fuck you” Tom smiled. Tyler looked up. “Oh thank you I can’t….” “Shut up” Tom said “I didn’t say you could fucking talk, I’ll fuck you, but you have to do what ever I want.” Tom grinned. “Okay” Tyler moaned, his ass hole was dying to be filled with that hot man dick. “What do I have to do” Tyler wined. Tom grinned, and out from the shadows walked Ginx.

“You get to have fun with him” Tom grinned. Ginx was a huge black stallion, not a black man, a black horse. Tyler’s jaw dropped. “What!” Tyler’s eyes almost blew out of his head. “You are going to get fucked by my little buddy here. Tom grinned “Get over here bitch, RIGHT NOW” Tom yelled. Tyler began to head to the exit “Fuck this I am not going…” Before he could finish Tom grabbed him and through him to the wall. “I SAID YOU WILL FUCK THIS HORSE! YOU GET THE HORSE DICK NOW GET TO IT MY BOY WANT’S DICK” Tom screamed. Spit hitting Tyler’s face as he screamed. Tyler was never scared, but he was right now. As he began to think, he felt the air rush outside of him. Tom had slammed his fist into his chest. “Do it, or I’ll make you so ugly no one will want you, you little bitch boy!” Tom whispered into his ear. “Oh…Oh…Okay” Tyler mustered to say to him. “I’ll do it, just tell me what to do.” Tyler begged.

Tom grinned. “Get over here, and get in front of Ginx.” Tom instructed. Tyler walked over the Ginx and get to the area Tom instructed. “Get him hard, bitch.” Tom instructed. “Suck him” Tom said in a hiss. Tyler looked at Ginx’s dick and began to lick it. After about 3 minutes he had gotten over the fact that he was sucking a dick that was 9 inches soft, he opened his mouth and took it down. After 10 minutes Ginx had began to get hard. Finally Ginx’s dick was 3 feet long. He couldn’t get more than a foot into his mouth. Tom moved over and started pushing his head down onto the dick. “TAKE MORE GINX WANTS MORE” Tom screamed. His dick was even harder then before. By the end he had about 15 inches into his mouth.

Tyler was gagging and tears streamed his face, his throat hurt so badly after the 30 minutes of sucking off Ginx. Finally Tom spun Tyler around and then Tom slapped Tyler’s ass as hard as he could. “Get ready bitch” He smiled and put Ginx’s dick by Tyler’s ass hole. Tyler felt the dick as soon as it past his sphincter, and he was surprised. It actually didn’t hurt. Although Ginx had a huge long cock, it wasn’t that thick Maybe the size of the inside of a paper roll. “Get ready because Ginx is going to slam his dick in you” Tom moan. Soon the horse began to slam the dick into Tyler. It hurt so bad, Tyler thought he was going to die when the horse got his dick in him. But soon he liked it; a real stallion was fucking him. Tom moved over to Tyler’s head and slammed his hard dick into his mouth. Ginx was fucking him so hard, making noises and such, Tyler knew his ass would never be the same.

Finally Tyler felt one of the hugest explosions and he thought the horse cum was going to come out his mouth! The horse stopped bucking and Tom grabbed the boy’s head and spun him around. Then Tom slammed his hard 9-inch dick into Tyler’s sloppy hole. “Oh that’s it, I love it when my baby fucks my bitches” He said as he pumped. Tyler felt incomplete with the 9 inches. Before he would have loved it, but this was not fulfilling, the horses dick would never be able to compare. Although, Tom was pumping harder then the horse, believe it of not. He was wild, Tom was slapping Tyler’s ass Tyler knew his ass was going to be dark red when they were done. Finally Tom stopped. Tyler didn’t even know Tom had cum in him. How could he, Ginx’s cum was still in him. Tom grabbed his boy and dropped to his knees and began to lick Tyler’s used hole. “How’s that” He asked as he started fingering him. Tyler though as soon as he was done fucking Tom would stop, but he was wrong. Tyler was in heaven, but Tom was in more, he was licking up both his and Ginx’s cum. Sucking and slurping, putting 3 fingers into Tyler.

His ass was so loose now. Soon he had his hand into Tyler. Tyler was loving it and Tom was shoving his hand in and out of Tyler. Then he grabbed Tyler’s dick and started pumping it, finally after what seemed like forever Tyler blew the hugest load he ever had. Tom felt Tyler’s ass clench over his wrist, and he pulled out. Tom looked down. “You can take a nap if you’d like, I want to have more fun in a little while.” Tom said as Tyler dropped down on some hay and soon passed out from sheer pleasure. “I have more rooms to play in here to Tyler” Tom whispered “Many more rooms.”

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For a few months now I have been fucking this guy and I have no idea what his name is ! It all started one night at asspig , I found the personal site by some crazy link action. Well up went my profile ( NcPigSlut ). The tugs and hell yeas rolled in. Soon a guy was hitting me up everyday, so we thought we would hookup. He wanted to come here and as I wanted to be stoned as fuck ,so I said ” Yes.”

About 90 minutes after a truck pulled into my drive way , out stepped a nice stocky man. As he turned I could see he had that nice full bubble butt that football players get. My cock was hard from the cockring and the 420. He walked up to my door poppers already in hand. I opened the door and in he came. The second the door closed he dropped to his knees and pulled my shorts down. In one motion he had my full erect throat pounder buried to the root in his slobbering mouth.

He pulled off just long enough to hit his poppers and then he started to suck hard. I grabbed the back of his head and started to turn his mouth into a fuckhole. As I rode his face he slobbered and moaned like a slut in cock heat. Hitting his poppers every few minutes when he came up for air. After each hit I rode him hard, enjoying the way he squirmed and gagged, he fucking loved me fucking that hole.

Reaching down I put my hand under the waistband of his shorts and pulled up. He got the idea and stuck his ass in the air , never missing a beat with his bobbing hungry mouth. I jerked his shorts down and spat in my hand. With two fingers I slapped his rosebud a few times. I heard a sound like an animal in heat come from around the root of my cock.

I inserted the two fingers into his sloppy cumhole. He had been fucked more than once today. I used them to turn him around, like the handle on a door. I was being a rough bastard with him , but that is how he wanted it. I am always willing to comply with a whore in heat. His mouth popped off my cock and when his hole was in front of me, i plunged in all the way in one stroke. As I hit his prostate he let out a moan that would make any whore proud. I reached up and around sticking my cum covered , ass tasting fingers in his face and he began to clean them off.

I pulled out most of the way and slammed back into him. I slapped his ass and started to pound hard into his gapping hole. All to soon that talented cum filled hole was milking my cock of its jizz. I pulled out and damned if he did not turn around and clean my root for me! Then he pulled up his shorts and left. I get a call now about once a week and over he comes, we never talk I just use his holes and he goes. I hope the phone rings today.

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The Personal

I wrote a personal, well to tell the truth I have written many, but this last one had the guys emailing me by the tons. I worked on this one to make it both telling and erotic and it sure as hell worked. As I gleaned out the quacks and the nuts, a few hotties came to view. Below is the personal that I sent out ; I still do it as been re worked many times and has become one of my favorites.

Hey Guys,

I am looking for my true fantasy man, a true ass hound. I need a guy who lives to rim, my ass is hairy, but I can and do shave it if my partner prefers. I like pigs into heavy hole service. Guys who like to felch out my ass after I have had a few big deposits made, pigs who are into drinking piss and clean enemas from my swollen hole. My favorite dream man has only one thing on his mind and that is just how often he can have his tongue up my ass, he loves my ass so much that he plays in it with toys just so he can lick the toys and my gaping hole while he fucks me with the toys. When we have 3 ways (which I would hope would be often ) he is always on his knees rimming my ass, licking my hole and my fuckers cock, waiting for that moment when he is going to get his prize. He must also be a heavy piss drinker , enjoy hot kinky sex ( prefer leather, have a big cock ring collection and the leather is growing, as well as a lot of toys ). My man owns or dreams of a rim seat, in his dreams we have been out to a hot sex club, my ass pressed to a glory hole taking loads all night ( smoked a few,drank some and hit on the poppers)..we go back to his place I fire up a joint and sit and let my pig go to work on my ass..slurping out his dinner, licking my wet dripping manhole free of warm sweet nectar(Snowballing the loads back and forth into each others mouths), we finish with a load of his piss up my ass to get it all the man spunk out and this he drinks as well. For sure he has had some of my enema juice before we went out to play as well !!! He must be into heavy piss play..piss enemas in a bottoms ass and mine…I love giving guys long drinks from my hose and from my ass! Cock sucking .. I feed you …you feed me..long glory hole,t-room, sex club play, I am always hungry for cum and love a good blow job , my big bull balls love a chin to rest on and my throat is wide open for a long hard face fucking. I swallow and so should you, the more spunk the better. I am turned on by goatees,leather, stocky football player guys, short military hair, just all around men.

I am in NC, but I travel a lot. I get to DC several times a year and go to the P_house in Augusta several times a year as well. Travel and or relocation is no problem for the right hungry mouthed pig.

Me I am 45 ( look much younger , baby faced ) , Hazel eyes, short brown/blond/gray ( but not going away ) hair, smooth chest, very hairy legs and ass, 7 1/2 cut (loads of extra skin some think I am un cut ) and curved , big shaved bull balls, trimmed cock hair. I like to Fist as a top …I love the way a mans hole opens up, engulfing my hand or hands , my hands deep in his gut, rubbing his already tingling prostate. The way an ass looks as it eats up inch after inch of arm, grasping my arm in a hungry embrace. I am very oral…I love sucking and having my 7 1/2 curved inches ate as well, can never get enough cum from the source or from and ass. I can and do suck for hours when fucked up….the feel of a mans balls on my chin sends my cock to dripping and makes my man root flex with desire for a warm mouth or a hot wet man cunt. I love to fuck (will both top and bottom) can take load after load up my hot hairy cum accumulator ( all held for you to eat out ) and I am told I plow a mean ass,w/s (anyway you want) as long as it is wet and piggy and you are prepared to suck the golden nectar from my cock and ass…love guys who are into being total piss pigs..ones who you go out with and they service you all night right there in the bar…begging for every warm drop….guys who dump a load up your ass then piss up it just so they can drink it out…the flavor sending them over the edge again…or who love noting better than a gut full of piss, guys who are into piss stained jocks or being cover in piss and rolling around licking it off each other… clean enema play , toys ( you’r hole or mine ) …I enjoy watching as a toy slides its way home in an eager hole , the look on the guys face as his ass opens up sucking the toy deep into his man cunt and like to have the same done to mine ..even more so if a hungry pig is eating my ass while he toy fucks it…..showing off …web cam, home made porn, sex in front of other people, theaters etc, sex clubs, group sex , glory holes ( the fucking best ) love sucking cock for hours….cum pooling around the edge of the hole, the word getting out that ” A Hot Fucking Pig Is In That Stall” and getting sucked ramming my cock into an eager pigs mouth never knowing just what he looks like….I also love to get plowed long and hard via a big glory hole my ass filling up with warm man loads, doing the same and hearing the moans from the other side as I ram deep, the wood creaking as he backs up hard for more…and sharing the cum via felching if the hole is big ( I like my glory holes big, just like I like my boys pucker holes )….trooms ( hot risky sex, the air filled with tart piss smells )…..Man Smells ( I want a man who smells like a fucking man!)…. Leather,cock rings, And Some Chems. I like it KINKY…but my one true love and need is that hungry ass lip licking pig that I have always craved!

I received an email from a guy who sounder very hot. He said he was 38 , dark buzzed hair,green eyes , a goatee, 6 foot tall, 190 lbs, 31 inch waste, huge arms, big pecs, large legs, 8 un cut, with big balls and shaved all over. Best of all he is an Australian ( I do so love accents ) Bodybuilder. His likes were on the very piggy side , but he was in Florida, more than a few miles from me. As I am in North Carolina, but I do travel. We exchanged emails for a few weeks, sending pics back and forth and generally just making each other sex crazed. We started to chat on line and to call one another, our talks full of sex and need. He told me that he had a full play room and after 2 months of talking I was invited down to visit. The flight was long , my cock speaking to me at every bump. By the time the plane landed I was nervous, I had booked a room ( you never know what could happen ). As I made my way into the airport I notice a guy who held a very striking resemblance to Vin Diesel ( For those who don’t know of him, he has that sexy mixed raced look, the look of a guy who gleaned the best from all races , a mixture so hot you just want to praise GOD and bend over and make you’r ass an all day offering )….As I neared he held up a sign with my name on it, Oh thank you GOD! I walked over to him, my cock groaning at every step. I gave him the once over, his body roared sex. His head was fresh shaved, his face chiseled from stone, I lingered on his slate gray eyes just long enough to see that he liked what was sauntering his way as well, I watched as he licked his full ripe red lips, loving the way his goatee framed his mouth ( my ass hole pulsing needing that tongue deep in my man hole ),my eyes swam down his body noticing that every muscle bulged under his tight white thin tank ( the white making his tan smooth skin shine ), his arms great pistons…thick with muscle, as I gazed down more I could see battered cut offs with a tightly packed basket and huge shaved legs , stuck into worn work boots.

” Hello,Mate ” He said, his voice deep and full of gravel. Sticking out his meaty hand for me to shake. As I grabbed said hand my legs shook, I do have a thing for big muscle guys and accents drive me mad.

” Well I made it “

“Man you look better than I thought and you’r ass looks so fucking good” He said grinning like a mad dog and licking his bulbous lips again. Reaching around he grabbed one ass check giving it a firm squeeze and pulled me into his open arms. The people around us vanished as I reached up and caressed his firm massive pec , the thin fabric of his tank showing hard firm pierced nipples. I gave the right ring a pull as I sank into his wide chest. He place his other hand on my ass, spreading my ass and moaned, his cock growing as we connected, mine was standing at full attention , my need no secret to anyone who cared to look. As we parted our shorts pup tents for all the lobby to see, he said ” Lets get you’r shit and hit the road we have things to do!”

As we waded up to the baggage claim, all I could think was fuck this I am gonna be nude for the next three days, who the hell needs clothes, lets get this show on the road. Then I thought of all the leather and toys that were in my bags and knew they would be put to much use as my bud bent over to pick up my bag from the belt and I caught a glimpse of his firm buns and what would for sure be a hot hungry play hole. As he grabbed both of my bags he turned and headed for the door, he was in a hurry.

“Let me help man” I said enjoying the view of his flexing arms.

“No mate, You get a cab”

I hailed a cab and we set off. ” I am not far, a place around here is cheap, some of the areas are good and the houses are big.” He said while rubbing my thigh. After he gave directions to our driver we sat back enjoying the ride, our minds going to the hot sex that was so near. We pulled up in front of a long low brick ranch home, the lawn proud with plants and flowers, taken care of with the same loving care that he gave his body. I could just make out a long wooden fence around the back of his home. As we entered the front door, I got the ten cent tour. We entered into the formal living room, straight on was another door, this was the main hall. To our left as we entered the hall was a open airy kitchen, turning right there was a closed door on my right ( this was the door way to heaven I would soon find out ), on the left was the dinning room open to the kitchen , the next door on the left was a guest bedroom, on down on the right was the den, on past the den on the right was his computer room, on our left was a huge master bedroom and bath , a second bath was at the end of the hall. As he placed my bags in his room, I walked over to the French doors and glanced out onto a nice deck and a large pool.

“Nice digs” I said.

“Yea but this is not what you came for, follow me”

We went back to the only closed door , the one that was on my right as we left the formal living room. Opening this he allowed me to go down into the basement first. As I reached the bottom of the stairs my mouth dropped, the basement was as large as the whole house and a full play room. To my right at the bottom of the stairs was a small movie area, a couch was a placed on the outer wall and one just out form the stairs allowing walking room and access to the bar built under the stairs. A large TV was along the far wall, another wall was erected running to the back edge of the stairs as we came around them, making a nice room, this wall was great, it held about 12 large ( you know I love em big ) glory holes and a doorway with no door. The TV room now on my left I walk into this room, it was amazing another wall full of glory holes ran under the stairs, the back corner of the basement making a four sided room. In the back corner there was a three layered thing made of three boxes each smaller than the next for watching sex and playing, all the boxes were covered in carpet. This area was two thirds of that side of the basement and had two slings hanging from the rafters ( Man was I in pig heaven). Beside the boxes on the back wall was a rack , this was made of two large boards placed at an x, with shackles for hands and feet. Hanging a hard right we went into another opening, this was the far back corner of the basement. In it was a full open bathroom, a tub was first…..just enough room between it and the wall for guys to work the glory holes in the wall, its drain open ( as the floor sloped here to the open shower in the back corner )…..I knew this was a piss troff! Hanging around the shower I could see several red douche bags and a douche attachment on the shower as well, beside the shower was an open toilet ( this sat against the wall near the shower). Making a hard right and heading back to the stairs I saw under this side of the stairs an assortment of toys, leather gear and all manner of sex equipment. All of these lined neatly on shelves, with hooks and draws for other stuff. This left the rest of the basement, the area we would have entered had we turned left at the bottom of the stairs. In the center of this are were tow rim seats, back to back so if both were in use the guys getting rimmed would be touching each other ; under which was the only padding I had seen, the rest of the flooring had been concrete ( all the better for clean up ). I was so transfixed on the rim seats that it took me a moment to notice something was out of place, then it hit me. He had walled off the basement door and added yet another huge glory hole for drop by sex. There were two walls forming a little room around the basement door, a door could be opened on the far side, you’r view when the door opened, would be of the stand alone toilet ( I thought this would set a mood ). The glory hole faced the stairs and the rim seats, a low wooden chair was pulled up to it, this chair was stained with much use.

“I need to go up and check the doors man, You need anything?” He ask as he headed for the stairs.

“Yea, but I will get it” I followed, his ass a perfect vision as he bound up the stairs, my mouth going dry, all of my body fluid at that moment was pooling in my tight cut offs, my cock was a river of expectant pre cum. At the top of the stairs he turned left and was off to check the front door. I went to the master bedroom and retrieved my bag ( I always have two one for regular clothes and the like, the other is my play gear, leather, toys and such ). Grabbing this I headed back to the stairs, as I hit the bottom stair I heard him close the “Dungeon” door and start down.

“Have a seat and I will fix us some drinks.” When he hit the bottom of the stairs he headed to the bar, mixing big glasses of fun juice. Bringing one over to me I took a long pull.

“Damn, that is good and strong”

“I hope you like rum and coke, and I hope you are in the mood to party. I thought tonight it would be just you and me, I have a few regulars that come just to use my outside glory hole on Fridays ( this was Friday ) but they call first, I have a line with a different number down here for those guys. I thought I would let you take care of them and I could take care of you, after all you are my guest.” He said with a knowing smile.

“Is that glory hole dangerous man, I mean do you know who comes into you’r basement?”

“Yea, I only give the number out to friends and guys must call first. Grab you’r drink and I will show it to ya.” On the way over we talked some more and I was told that tonight would be just us , Saturday night he was having a orgy of about 15 to 20 guys in my honor. Sunday would be just us again, doing our thing or should I say each others things!

As we walked up to the basement door glory hole , we hung a left, now the open toilet was on my left, on my right was a room, made up of the two sides that he had installed and the natural two sides of the basement. The door to the room opened right at the free standing toilet, about 7 feet from it. “Go in man.” As I entered I noticed right away that the “room” was much bigger than I thought, due in part to the fact that the basement door was in a alcove of its on, the ground slopped outside to make a natural path to this door and the alcove was a over hang with its own roof like a little porch. So opening the door did not take up any of the play space. In the space was the twin to the chair on the outside, hooks were on the wall for adventurous guys who wanted to get nude and a roll of paper towels were hooked to the wall, as well as small shelf for the assortment of lubes ( no condoms here!). This was pig sty stuff here. Turning I noticed that the door into the basement was strong and heavy, and while the glory hole was big, it was also made of hard smooth wood. Slamming the door closed and locking me inside he said ” See fool proof.”

“Yea but a little bright”

“Hold on.” I heard him hit the lights, the over head lights in the basement went off to be replace by red lights, just like in all the hot sex clubs. Looking down I could just make out a movement, he stuck his head in the glory hole ” See big enough for a full face fuck” , turning he put his tantalizing ass in the hole. “And big enough for a good fuck.” I reached out and grabbed a handful of jean encased heaven, his ass began to gyrate on my hand, the glory hole giving off creaks of pleasure. ” Come man lets go watch a movie and drink some.” He pulled his ass out of the glory hole, when I heard the lock open I came out of the sex booth. My mind was going into orbit , just the idea of having this place 24/7 was to much to fathom.

We walked back over to the TV area, taking a seat on one of the cum stained couches I waited for him to start a movie. The movie that he opted for was great it was called “Pigs At The Troff”, it was filmed at a sex club in Atlanta, Georgia. The sex started out hot and piggy and stayed that way, before he could grab my drink and offer to freshen it my cock was pooling away with pre cum once again. Returning with my drink I notice what I thought was a cigar box in his hand, but was I wrong. Opening it he offered me some of the contents, looking in I could see the whole box was packed full of blunts. “I hope you like pot.”

“Pot makes me a fucking horn dog man”

“Good me too, and I love fucked up sex.” He took a blunt for himself and one for me. As he put fire to what I was sure was going to be some damn good fuel for our sexual adventures, I inhaled deep enjoying the flavor of good pot, the rush going straight to my groin. We sat and drank and smoked for a few, his big maw of a hand finding my thigh more than once as we watched the heat on the screen grow.

“You need to clean out?”

“Yea man I should.” I knew the party was about to start.

My new even stronger drink in one hand and the blunt in my mouth, I grabbed my bag of tricks at my feet and followed him back past the piss tub and to the shower. “Put you’r bag over under the stairs with my toys and leather.” I walked over taking a good look at the storage area for the first time, there was 8 shelves full of every toy one could think of, hooks with chaps,harness and paddles dangling from them, a few closed drawers as well. Man this was gonna be fun. As I started to undress I could feel his eyes on me, he groaned with pleasure as I dropped my cut offs to the floor. ” My ass is hairy man, but we can shave it if you like.”

“Hell no I like to eat hairy hole and those balls are so fucking big! Now shaved balls and shave meat I like a lot!”

“Well that is shaved for sure”

“Come here!” He said as I took off my tee, leaving on my old black shit kickers I was his obedient servant. I walked over to the shower area where he was adjusting the temperature of the water on the shower douche hose. He reached around and seized my ass…”Man that is one scorching arse!” his accent causing my cock to drool long strands of pre cum, at the sight of this he dropped to his knees giving my cock a good lick and a suck. I could not contain myself and I grabbed the back of his shaved head forcing my hard cock deep into his mouth, fucking his face hard, I ground my crotch into his goatee. “Not yet hot stuff.” He spun me around and pushed on my lower back, as I bent over he inserted the nozzle of the shower douche up my ass.

“Ah!” I moaned as he hit my prostate. He reached around and turned the flow form the shower head to the douche nozzle. I felt my ass fill with warm water, I placed my drink on my left by the toilet and took a long drag on my blunt.

“Here sit on the john mate, this will reach.” I turned and sat, letting the warm water clean me out good, I felt my bowels let go, the flow of warm fluid turning even more erotic as I noticed him hit his blunt and rub his crotch. As I sat on the john the hose snaking out of my ass, I watched him go over to the area under the stairs, I sucked deep on my drink as he dropped his shorts, my tongue flashing out with need at the sight of the tight high round orbs of his ass. He removed his tank and stood with his back to me in all of his glory in just his own old black shit kickers. After a small search he produced a pvc / rubber harness , this let me know that the fluids were gonna flow hot and heavy tonight…( as well all know leather is a bitch to clean, so pvc / rubber is the best for wet and wild play ). Reaching up he slipped the harness over his head , his substantial arms finding the holes with practiced ease. The harness was you’r every day garden variety one from the back just the top X part, as my abdomen cramped and dumped fluid I drew deep one on my blunt: taking great joy in the view. From behind this GOD of a man was a great mass of smooth tan skin…( not a single tan line nor blemish on this body ), I started at the back of his shaven head,ran my eyes down to the base of his strong full neck , his shoulders were broad and his back a perfect v ..like an arrow pointing down to the nether regions of sexual heaven. His waste slim, void of any fat, love handles never stood a chance here. His ass a study in perfection, two brown half moons, hard and full. I gave suck to my drink , dreaming of placing my tongue in the depths of his hole as I drank deep. His legs a mass of muscle, the thighs thick and hard. You just knew that if you ever got under those legs you’r mouth or ass would be pounded long and hard…and should luck have it, and I knew it would. That his ass would be a tongue and dick milking machine that would only stop when all bodies around had been tapped of juice. As he turned I toked deep on my blunt my eyes filling with the beauty of his cock, it was a 8 inches and un cut….below it hung two smooth globes, full of need and ready for action. I glanced up, noticing his nipple rings shining against his brown skin, the dull pvc setting off the chrome rings that held the x together in the center of his chest. The x framed his pecs perfectly, I noticed chrome circle in the center of his chest, on which was yet another long strip of pvc / rubber this went down his tight six pack encased stomach to a cock ring. This was one of those simple vest and cock ring attachment type deals. He slipped first his nuts and then his love muscle into the cock ring. Stretching his arms he shifted the harness on his body letting it find its natural home. In doing this I got a look at his pits and the rest of his body, He was completely shaved from head to toe, the only hair on his gleaming brown muscle body was his goatee and eyebrows .

The phone rang and my bud talked for a few minutes. ” Well you about cleaned out?” He ask as he came over, taking my roach and bending over to grab my drink for a refill. As he walk away to do his chores, I could not help but notice just how fucked up I was. Each time I expelled water from my ass my high deepened to a constant buzz. Man this was gonna be a night.

When he came back he put my drink beside the chair at the glory hole , on the seat he placed an ashtray with a fresh blunt and a fresh bottle of “Jungle Juice “poppers beside the ashtray. He opened the door to the glory holes “booth” and I heard him unlock the outer door. Stepping back into the basement , he closed and locked the door to the “visitors station”. ” That was a friend, he is gonna come over and fill you’r arse with cum for me. You about clean, I need a turn.”

“Yea, my hole is clean as a dinner plate”

“Good.” Lighting himself a fresh blunt. ” Fill it good and full for me.” He walked over and when I gave him the nod he turned off the water, I pulled the hose from my ass. “Hold it.” I was instructed. He grabbed my arms and stood me up, placing the end of the blunt in his mouth he gave me a deep shotgun, I sucked the smoke deep into my lungs, enjoying the taste of him mingled with the smoke. Just as I was about to exhale he grabbed my head and kissed me hard and deep. His goatee felt like heaven on my face, the cool pvc of his harness making my body tingle as we touched. Our tongues fought for access into each other mouths, as I expelled the rank smoke he sucked it down into his expanding muscle bound chest. Our kiss grew even more heated as the pressure in my intestines sang out, I was going to have to let this flow.

Pulling me over to the open drain under the shower head he got on his knees, turning me around he place a muscle bound paw on each of my quivering checks and spread my ass, his goatee grazed the inside of my tender mounds. I bent over more, grinding my full pucker into his face, his tongue found my enema swollen rosebud with the instinct of a born rim pig and forced its way into my ass, he blew the smoke up my ass. ” Let it out” he groaned. My own private brand of “Jungle Juice” flowed free covering his mouth, flowing back over his silky head and over his smooth brown body. He sopped up my ass hole, digging deep with his hard tongue, fucking me with his eager hard tongue. His lips encased my rosebud and he sucked deep drinking long and hard. Taking my juice and his expelled smoke deep in his gut. As he began to rut in my ass, my cock began drip long ropes of pre cum once again, looking down I could see his cock ring bound cock was doing the same. He forced my cheeks apart more with his muscular arms. Pulling off for a brief second, he moaned ” Push it out.” He sucked hard, I could hear him swallow the enema water, he pulled of with an “Ahh, now that was a good drink.” Smacking my ass and his lips he told me ” Take the glory hole seat, you’r cock will be here soon. I am gonna clean out. Light up if you want to.”

I first went over to my bag and got out my own harness. My pvc gear was the same as his but I had straps that went around the ass, so my cock ring was attached at the top and the bottom, but my ass was free( no strap in the center of the love canal for me) I prefer this kind as the single strap down to the groin tends to pull on my very large bull balls. I was in my gear just in time to witness him inserting the nozzle up is ass. He took my warmed up seat on the john and told me to turn off the lights and turn the red “sex” lights on. He sat and smoked and drank as I took my place at the glory hole. I fired up my new blunt, and took a long draw on my drink: this one even stronger that the first two.

“When my bud arrives man all he is gonna want is to fuck you’r arse, that is what he loves, fucking arse and glory holes. You are gonna love him. But you had better be wasted because he can plow a man cunt, and his cock his huge.” I could hear the water flowing from his man cunt from here. ” Get a big load for me man, drink up and toke up man. You WILL need the poppers for sure!”

In what seemed to be seconds the outer door opened, my legs quivered. As I heard someone removing their clothes, I began to get ready putting my blunt out, and opening the poppers. A nude body pressed itself into view via the glory hole, I reached out grasping the biggest un cut cock that I have seen in a long time. It was about 11 inches long and about 7 around at the base. He was wearing a cock and ball leather cock ring , with a ball separator. This was a monster, as I touched it I could hear Spanish mutterings..( FUCK another accent ). My ass lose from the long enema was hungry, I stood and turned my rosebud to the hole, and gently placed his cock at my opening. Pulling the old wooden chair around so the seat was toward me and I could rest my arms on the back and took a long snort form the poppers,as I eased back onto his colossus, I could hear my buddy on the john letting the water flow free. “Yea Take his cock.” He moaned, I could tell he was enjoying the sounds as much as I. Forcing my ass back onto his vast love lumber, I pulled the chair closer, my rosebud unfolded, grasping his cock in a tight embrace. My ass took him to the groin, my cheeks rubbing the smooth sides of the glory hole. A chill went down my spin, that chill known to all true glory hole sluts, the one that sends you’r heart to bounding and you’r cock to dripping. He started to thrust in a short in and out grinding motion. As he began to get into it, ripping my ass open, my eyes watered, the sweet searing pleasure and pain of it sending my body into moans of desire. I was eager to grab my own cock and enjoy the pleasure, instead I moved the chair closer so each herculean thrust caused my cock to bang on the chair seat, soon a wet slapping sound was coming from the pool of pre cum as my cock hit the hard wooden seat. The wall behind me was letting out great groaning creaks as my famished ass met his hard eye watering lunges.

We were going at it so hard I did not even notice my friend had ended his clean out and was once again on the phone. When did that ring? ” There is a hot ass in the hole, come over when the outside light is back on.” I heard. My ass was rammed deep just then, the monster meat passed well beyond my prostate and I saw stars. I arched up with the aid of the back of the chair taking a long hit of poppers, and felt his log almost leave my ass, I forced my ass back, the wood of the glory hole groaning with my desire and he crammed his cock in as far as it would sink. I could feel his cock expand and his balls pulsed against my ass. His cock burned deep in my ass. ” Take it Papi ” he moaned as he creamed deep in my ass. He pulled, out my ass gapping from its rough ride, I listened to the jingle as in put his clothes back on.

“Stay right where you are.” I was told by my host.

As soon as the door closed it opened again,and I felt yet another cock enter my cum lubed hole, my friend walked over to me and removed the chair. I grabbed his hard thighs for support and was eye to eye with his rock hard one eyed snake. He took the poppers from my hand and held them under my nose. After my hit , he took a long hit and I sucked his un cut love muscle into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and started to ride my face. Each trust going deeper, and pushing me back onto the new cock in my ass. I had not seen this cock , but it felt about 9 inches long and hard as hell. I was sandwiched between two cocks, one via a glory hole. Now this is living! My host was plowing my face so hard that the glory hole was giving even more, and with each thrust my ass was impaled all that much more. The rhythm of the fucking, sucking and the creaking wood creating its own erotic music.

All to soon my cunt pumper came in an ass jarring jolt, at the same time I felt the sweet ambrosia flow from my friends cock into my hungry mouth. I moaned around his thick 8 inches, grabbing his ass and forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I was ravenous for cock by this time. My fucker pulled up tro and left as I cleaned my friends cock. As the door slammed my friend said ” I knew that arse was hot, now I get to have some dinner.”

He gave me my drink and my blunt from the ashtray and pulled me over to the first rim seat. As I sat I could fell the sides of the seat open my ass, a cool breeze hit my swollen hole. I placed my drink near me on the floor and put fire to my blunt, placing the ashtray on the floor as well. My friend went over to his toy storage area under the stairs and brought out a 12 thick black dildo.

“My ass needs some work to.” he said, as he knelt down in front of the rim seat, he turned his back to me so I would have a good view and lubed up his toy. Taking a long hit on the poppers he sank clean to the floor his ass consuming the dildo to the hilt, all I could see was the black rubber balls at the base. He leaned back, reaching up he grabbed the blunt from my hand and took a long pull. As he lay on the floor he worked his way under the rim seat, soon I felt his tongue lick my ass lips; he had found his home. At the first taste of my cum filled hole he reached under himself , his hot ass grinding the dildo deep in his ass. When the toy was in his ass to his satisfaction , he brought both hands up and under the rim seat and parted my ass. He began his feast.

“Push out those loads out of you’r arse pig”

I sat back and toked , straining to force every drop down his throat. He became an animal, as I followed the line of his harness to his cock I could see the pre cum running like a river, I watched as it pooled in the folds of his six pack. I reached down and rubbed a finger in this, bringing it to my mouth, I tasted his sweet salty juice. He arched his head and reached for the poppers, after he took a hit , he offered them up to me. “Can I jack I need to cum” I ask him. At this he reached down and pulled the dildo from his ass ” cum on this man.” The rim seat was perfect for spreading my hole and he was gnawing and sucking at my gash in a hurried motion by now. I took a drag on my blunt, held it and hit the poppers. His eager tongue sent me into a massive orgasm, I covered the dildo in spunk, as I came he ground his head deep in my ass . His goatee soaking up my butt juice, he sucked hard. It was earth moving, I jerked and shook like a wino having DT’s. He came out from under the rim seat, grabbing the dildo from my hand he started to deep throat the dildo; cleaning it of cum and his ass juice. Grabbing his cock he drummed his fist up and down on his meat, I could hear the thump of his hand hitting smooth sweat covered skin, his balls bouncing on the floor as he knelt before me , worshiping that big black plastic cum and ass cover phallic symbol. As he got ready to come he stood, grabbing the back of my head, he was once again force feeding me that great un cut shaved cock. I ate his load with relish. As I pulled off he bent to kiss me , his face and goatee covered in the cum from my ass, his breath full of the two loads from my ass. We kissed deep, I pulled off and began licking his face clean, as I got a mouth full of cum I once again kissed him, we shared in the duty of clean up, enjoying our act of snowballing. We showered and watched some porn and went to bed, after all the orgy started in about 18 hours.

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We entered the bay area of the station, both doors closed to the night , each door with two rows of grimy portholes–a few covered with plywood. Just enough light came in to illuminate the grease stained floor, my “Grease Monkey” warned me to stay clear of the second bay, the one with the oil changing pit, and to watch the X lift on the floor. Just outside of the “Office” door he slid a chair out for me, taking the other of the two for himself–I think it was orange at one time, they were both those school issued torture chambers of plastic, plastic flat seat, two bars to impale your spine, supporting a long slim back brace. I sat down in my chair, spreading my legs, the cool–if somewhat nasty plastic did wonders for my hot sweaty naked body. As my balls flopped onto the seat, I leaned forward allowing my cock to dangle over the edge somewhat. Pulling a toolbox on rollers over as a make shift table, he placed the beer and an ashtray on it. Turning his chair around, he straddled it, his 12 inch party tool flopping in the opening of the bars at the back of the seat, his balls hanging like big Christmas tree ornaments, under his massive meat.

Leaning forward onto the back of his seat, his big biceps flexing, he grabbed two more beers, twisting off both tops. He offered me one, once again he followed this with his dwindling pack of smokes. As we drank and smoke we talked of his life.

“Not many Queers around here, I get most of my action from the net–most of the time guys headed to Florida like you. I also hit the rest areas on the interstate and I know a few married guys who like it rough and raunchy.” As he told me this his hand reached down to scratch at his dangling balls and give his cock an inspection.

“So you have a hard time finding guys?” This I just could not imagine, he was a fucking God, hell straight men would line up to have a go at this, I thought.

“Yea,It is hard I got this station from my Dad when he died and I started to work here in high school, just never wanted to leave. This is home.”

“So, I know this is a bit late , but what is your name?” I ask

“Luke and You?”

“Josh, good ol’ travlin’ Josh.” I said giving my own cock a tease.

“Its rare I come across a hot guy like yourself, the last time I got buck wild was at the rest area about a month ago. Me and this trucker fucked till the sun came up, I go out there about every weekend, the truckers are wild for piss freaks.” His cock began to stir as he remembered all night trick with the road warrior.

“I can be wild myself, like my guys muscle bound and kinky.” I tipped my beer at him, taking a long draw from the neck.

“Yea I like my guys smooth, with a nice hot tight body!” He gave my body a once over, smiling in appreciation. “Well me might as well smoke another joint.” Leaning over to the ashtray grinding out his smoke.

I was fucked up now, but hey I had nowhere to be. He fired up the third portion of the evenings stink weed, moving his chair closer to me. I took a heavy hit, coughing;I pulled hard on the head of my beer–another empty. Reaching over he cracked me a new one, sucked his down and did the same for himself. As we hit on the joint , I gazed at this stud, wondering what the Gods had left in store for me tonight. He downed his beer in a flash, “Drink up man!” he said. He getting me drunk and high, well he was giving me the service of this station was he not? We sat in the gloom of the dark dank bay , taking long hits on the joint and sucking down great quantities of beer. Soon I had to piss again very badly , I got up to go out back to the nasty piss parlor ; that had been the scene of our first trip into sexual pig heaven.

“Where the fuck are you going!” My ever so hot and even more fucked up grease monkey demanded.

“Out back to piss man!”

“The hell you are!” He stood and walked to the second bay, his work boots clanking on the rungs of the latter as he descended into the pit. As we were both still nude with the exception of our shit kickers, I took the hint and walked over to the pit and let it flow. He was moaning like a pig in slop, turning his face up to my golden stream, opening his mouth gulping down loads of my hot man piss. The rest of which was coating his hairy muscle body, making it glisten in the barely moon lit bay. He came back up, grabbing me and pulling me into his golden nectar covered body , we were slick with sweat and piss , our bodies responding once again to each others animal urges. Hips grinding into firm flesh, hands finding the secret places that taunt and tease-

Grabbing a few pads that I guess were used to get under cars , he spread one on each of the arms of the lift to our right. He pushed me over to it and had me get on my hands and knees , over he went to the switch, lifting me up in the air. My ass was stuck up doggie style and my engine was running —this hot rod was ready to be serviced. He went over and got another beer for himself and a funnel , telling me to put my ass up in the air as far as I could–I knew what was coming next. Thank God I had the good sense to clean out the old Hershey highway before I left home, so I knew that there would not be any “Traffic” in the way. I always try to travel light in the tail –just in case. He pulled his old battered chair over to me, once again straddling it, with his enormous cock dangling between the bars–I could see it as I peered down and between my legs. He sat; the lift had me at the perfect lunch counter hight , he began to eat my ass slowly, munching on my hole and fucking my ever hungry rosebud with his expert tongue. He backed off and hocked a big wad of spit into my love canal, then he slowly slipped the plastic funnel into my ass. He tipped his beer up pouring it into the funnel, feeding my ass. I flexed my rectum , drinking the cool brew deep into my gut–knowing just how fucked up a beer enema can get you. As he filled up my crank case he reached around massaging my stomach, filling me up good and deep. After I had taken one bottle , he told me to hold it while he went for another, we repeated this until I was about to burst–I topped off at 4 bottles.

“Give me a drink” He said pulling the funnel out of my hole and placing his mouth on my ass.

The room spun, it may have been from all the pot, the beer, the beer enema or just the fucking heat of this man–hell I did not know , nor did I care. He began to suck on my ass and I let go a torrent of warm beer covering his face and body in warm beer straight from my ass, he reached down grabbing his cock in a grip that spoke of much practice and an even greater need to pig out on my hole. He drank from my ass, lapping at my hole sucking the suds from my insides. Standing, knocking his chair over, he shoved his 12 inch rock hard monkey wrench into my wet pucker , driving it deep on the first thrust. His huge thick cock opening me up, I could feel the beer that was left flow out in a flood. He slammed into my ass, the beer causing a wet slapping sound with each deep thrust. This man knew how to use that big tool and was about to rotate my tires big time. My ass was begging for more of his hot fuck tool, I wanted to swallow this man up into my ass. His balls banged against my own as he went deeper into my fuck hole, hitting my prostate now with every wet beer covered inch. Moaning he pushed the small of my back, forcing me forward, giving him and all access pass to my ass, his cock throbbed and he came into my hungry ass. I could feel the cum mixing with the beer, as he slowed he left his big rod in my ass, grabbing the base and jerking it up and down with his fist. I moaned as he did a tap dance on my prostate.

“I got you something else!”

At this I felt a warm load of man piss flow from his cock into my ass, making a beer,cum,piss and butt juice cocktail. He emptied his bladder into my ass and promptly righted his chair , he sat immediately his mouth went back to my open cavity , filled with his leavings. Placing a work worn hand on each of my ass cheeks he spread my ass, opening up my hole, spunk flowed from my ass. He began to clean it , shoving his tongue deep into my gut working it around savoring the mixture, he was becoming intoxicated on the juice from my ass. As he ate he reached down grabbing my hard pole, jerking in a slow motion. I began to fuck his face, covering it with all the remains of out play, wiping my ass on his tongue, He stuck his tongue deep, grabbing my ass lips with his mouth sucking my hole clean. This was to much I began to cum, he pulled off got to his knees and under the lift–how he could as fucked up as we were I will never know. He missed the first spurt of cum but like a good “Grease Monkey ” he cleaned up the rest. He arched his head back and I looked deep into his green eyes , his face covered in beer, piss and cum. He leaned up kissing me deep, forcing my fresh load from my cock into my mouth.

We went back into the “office” and put our clothes back on, his still soaked from the piss he had gotten on them earlier. He gazed at me in wonderment.

“Man you are one hot fucker!”
“Thanks , I would not mind keeping this up a while”

“Well follow me to my house, I have to drive the tow truck. OK?”

Off we went to his house….More to cum…Hope you did..as always if you did send me a pic!

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As we approached the front of the gas station, my Grease Monkey struggled back into his none to lose overalls, his huge shoulders impending the progress and the tightness of the overalls not helping at all. Not even bothering to button up this time, so I had an unobstructed view all the way down to the root of his 12 inch prostate checker–which was still semi hard from out piss palace play. I had put my jeans back on–they are my favorites, old and worn out, with a hole in the thin seat (showing off some of my hot tanned ass), one just at the left of my crotch and holes in both knees ( got them the old fashioned way, on my knees sucking cock at the local glory holes). Foregoing the shirt in order to both cool off and to give my “Monkey” something to goggle at. I notice that more than once he eyed my ass framed by my almost–well cutting off the blood flow, jeans. My cock was in a state of constant arousal, snaked down the right hand side of my jeans, forming an eye catching bulge.

He went back over to the station door, glancing back he indicated for me to follow him in as he unlocked the door. The glass so full of grease and grime you could almost believe that it was tinted, but no this station had been around for years–Hell Henry Ford got oil changes here from the looks of it. He flicked on the light as he walked in, the light casting a shadow of his big muscular body out onto the pock marked tarmac, I watched as his shadow projected itself in the expanse of grimy plate glass–which was covered by old adds for oil, smokes and the various other things that collect in gas station windows, I could see him move toward something in the back. Once again I thought well, is this now going to be a sex and bash–instead of your old fashioned gay bashing. You can never tell, just as I thought this he appeared–Nude–in the doorway , a beer in each hand.

“I thought maybe we would have a few beers before we left.” grabbing his growing crotch, back lit from the light standing in the door way he looked like a muscle God out of some porn movie. His cock dangling between his legs casting a shadow that reached out to me, as if to call me to its very maleness, begging for the full service that this station offered so readily.

As I approached he grabbed his cock, giving it an all telling jack and offered me a beer from his other hand. I entered the station; seeing the cooler, stocked with drinks for the kiddies , beer and cheap wine for the party animals in town. This was what he went back into the station for–well one of the things. As we drank he offered me one of his smokes again, shaking one out of the pack and holding the whole pack up to my mouth once again. Again I sucked it into my mouth, only this time with an eroticism that was full force, licking the back of his hand as I bent for the smoke. This sent a chill down his spine and he shook with desire– he was hard-fought to stop shaking long enough to fire up our smokes. Grabbing his balls and pulling on them hard, flopping his big cock up, making it smack against his hard stomach. It made a wet smack, hitting his cum and piss covered six pack, I could see a few drops of pre cum fly as he pulled several times on his cock, repeating the flopping action. I traced a finger down the center of his huge bulging pecs, into the drops of fresh pre cum, which was mingling with his old cum and my piss on his stomach, this I brought up to my mouth, sucking my fingers with the expertise that was soon going to be put to the test on his 12 inch cock . I slowly sucked my finger, fucking my mouth, making wet slurping sounds as I removed my finger. The excitement was growing on his face, those big green eyes began to cloud over with passion, one look and I knew that it was going to be a long night. He brought his bottle up to his mouth, placing the head in his hot red lips, he engulfed it , sucking on the head–his thick goatee forming a perfect pussy mouth. He was not only a born rimmer, but as I had found out this “Monkey” liked to service a pipe wrench.

“Want to smoke another joint” Going to the desk and digging into his overalls, knowing I would not turn him down. He brought out another joint….”This is better stuff. I save it for when I am in the mood to party.”

We put out our smokes and he fired up–what has to be the most flagrant pot I have ever smelled and we drank and got stoned off our ever so horny asses. He place the joint fire end into his mouth and leaned forward to give me some shotgun, blowing the stink weed deep into my lungs. I backed off, held it for a few and moved into him, placing my mouth up to his, blowing the smoke back into his mouth. Our lips met, his goatee grazing my face, my mouth parted with the force of a tongue ramming into it. We kissed deep and hard–as only men in heat know how to do, licking and sucking tongues, grabbing the backs of each others heads–careful not to spill our beers. Our hips ground into each other, his filth covered body rubbing off on my nude chest, his sent would be forever left on my old battered jeans. His body was wet with fluids (cum,piss, sweat), I ran my hand down his wide back, enjoying the feel of his furry pecs as they soiled my smooth chest, him rubbing our previous sex into my body.

He reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, as he did this I kicked off my shoes, bending to remove my socks. I finally stood in the lobby of the station as nude the day I was born. He went over to lock the door, once again I got a look at his furry fuck hole, complete with the fore mentioned pink triangle tat. He flipped the light switch, dousing us into night, turning he dropped to his knees, reaching up offering me the last hit on the joint–I hit it deep and as the room began to swim, he poured beer onto my cock and gently began to suck it dry, pulling on my cock with work calloused one hand. As a drop of pre cum formed on the head, he tonged it of with light flicks of his expert tongue, grabbing my balls, squeezing them for juice.

He stood “Drink up man, I am going for more” and off he went to the cooler. Bringing back what was left of the 12 pack, he opened a door to the left of the main “office” entrance. This lead to the two bays, one was a bay with a lift– that kind of X thing that you can put your car on, the other a hole in the floor (For changing oil,I think). Spread out around the bays were tools, tool boxes, old bald tires and a old plastic seats( the kind you find in schools– orange, with a back standing on two polls, the seats old and covered in grime). The smell of gas, oil, old rubber and just that dank old garage smell prevailed.

“Better put our shoes back on”He said. I went back placing my socks and black shit kicker boots back on quickly , as he bent placing his piss soaked socks and brown grease stain work boots back on. Bending over airing out that hot ass, as he struggled into his boots, seeing that aching lunch counter poised in the air I just had to pour good bit of beer down the crack of his furry ass, dropping to my knees to drink the run off. It tasted of salty sweat, intermingled with even saltier piss. I licked the fur on his ass, lingering to kiss the tat on his hard ass cheek, placing my now empty bottle on the floor, I reached up with booth hands, grabbing a globe in each I spread my lunch. Teasing the rosebud with licks from my hard tongue, moving the crack hair around in order to find the opening to heaven, I rammed my tongue home. His gash opening up to accept the slick wet probe. I reached between his legs, grabbing his balls and pulling down hard. This forced his legs to spread, I pulled his big lug nuts back toward my eager mouth. He took the hint bending over more, clutching his ankles, this opened his ass up to for the devouring, the firm muscles spread like a flower, allowing me the intro into his prize. I pulled his double handful of nuts back, sucking the tight nut sack into my mouth–The luscious cock fruit was so big that I could only get one at a time in my mouth, but I gave it a damn good try. With this he bent as far as he could, getting a death grip on his ankles, causing his thighs and ass to flex, I reached under his ball sack and grabbed the huge 12 inch man meat. I pulled back, enjoying the view as it passed between his bulging thighs, I place a swollen nut on each side of his cock. I brought his pole back and began to lick from his cock up to that sweet hairy man cavern, enjoying the flavor of cock and ass. I pulled hard on his cock, forcing it back to his pulsing ass, the view was amazing. His ass began to pucker, hungry for a good self fucking, I lapped at his hole, I poked a finger into his wet trench . I opened it up pushing his cock into his own ass, I got a good 3 inches up his ass. I began to lick his ass, working my way down the shaft of his cock, stopping to lick his stretched to the limit balls, full of cum resting on either side of his cock. I brought my hand up between his legs, pushing on the natural arc of his cock between his thighs, I pushed up, using an up and down motion. Doing this he began to fuck his own ass–I licked, famished with the need for his ass and cock.

“God Damn man, I cant believe this!”He moaned, clasping his ankles harder , contracting his ass in order to eat up his own cock. I suckled his ass, as I pushed up and down on his cock. Eating his ass while he fucked his hungry man cunt was just more than he could take. “Fuck Man, I am cumming!” making a self deposit, as I licked his cock, I pushed hard from between his legs and grabbed his nuts with the same hand milking the cum out of them. I rammed my face into his man snatch, licking the hairy crack as juice began to squirt out from his cum laden hole. I cleaned up the cum as it wicked out and down his cock, the taste was all cum, old piss, sweat and best of all– all man.

He let go of his ankles, panting and gasping for breath. Sweat was running freely from each of us, he took a long gulp from his beer, tilting the rest up to his head, pouring it down his body, as I saw this I dove into his ass, sucking hard–I got a gift of a huge load from his tunnel of delight and a wash of beer over my face and body, now this was a “Gay Cocktail”. He turned, his cock smacking my face–its leavings dripping from my chin , I opened my drooling cock receptacle, sucking clean his cock of cum and ass juice. It tasted of a wonderful mix of sweat, my old piss, cum and his musky ass.Reaching up his tree trunk legs I grabbed his ass forcing him into me, letting him rape my throat with his pig sticker, as he took my throat I gazed ravenously up into the green depths. He stared–watching as he made the slobbering cavity his. Running my hands down the full length of his huge legs, I pulled off kissing that tender love spot located just above his cock. Looking down I realized that he had never tied his old battered work boots, I reached down tyeing them for him, running my hands back up this huge furry legs. As I gazed in wonder at the huge mounds of man flesh, all muscle from years of manual labor–the kind of natural muscle you get from lifting , squatting and pulling. Once again my hands grasp his furry ass, bringing his groin to my face , hungry for the taste of his “Monkey Wrench”. Reaching down he grabbed me under my pits, dragging me to my feet he kissed me , jamming his tongue in my mouth wanting to retrieve some of his cum from my gullet. We held each other demandingly close , running out hands over each others hard bodies. As my smooth chest met his hairy packed full pecs, I felt weak in the knees, but I had never felt more like a man. Still breathing hard from our sexual gas station “Circus” performance–I know plenty of guys who would have paid to see what just acts of contortion that had transpired (hell, most of us would give up years of our lives to be able to fuck our selves–not to mention never leave the fucking house). He turned, grabbing the 10 beers that were left from the 12 back–we were safe now ,we had our shoes on.We once again headed to the bay area of the station, as I followed him I grabbed a handful of ass, causing him to look over his shoulder, with the edges of his thick goatee turning up he flashing me a devilish grin.

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So here I sit, driving down this lonely highway in South Carolina, headed to Florida for a little fun in the sun. I am so fucking lost I cant stand it, I left the interstate some 50 miles back thinking I was that “God of all drivers” with absolute navigational powers –after all I can find a warm wet hole in the dark , even when I am drunk and stoned off my ass– so how fucking hard could this be! Boy, was I wrong, in the past hour I have passed nothing but trailers with the pre ordained old cars on blocks (not your better mobile homes, but run down tin cans) , barking yard mutts and run down homes that will never grace the cover of Better Homes And Gardens. In between those lovely abodes are stretches of dirt , sandy by nature with pour pine trees , that were only out ranked by their there poorer human neighbors. Now I am from the rural south, born and bread ( not bread as much as I would like, but I plan on doing some catch up in good old Florida). The area is starting to get very dark , there are no cars, no lights along the road, not even a gas station. I wonder where the hell do these people shop, they must need clothes , tooth paste, groceries. Then I start to think of that old movie– “Texas Chain Saw Massacre”–, this is not what this trip is about, I am more interested in –” Florida Faggots Fucking”.

I drive on the dwellings now are not even trailers or homes, just a barn here or there and that never ending nothing of dark country roads. I read the signs as I pass looking for a town , a store , something. I pass I sign that says– “This way to food and the interstate.” I turn off heading back toward the way that I think the interstate runs, as I head down the road I spot an old gas station. This is one of those old stations that has no chain name , 2 bays for oil changes …etc, a glass booth complete with old calendars and the one lonely grease monkey manning both the non self serve pumps and selling smokes, chips,rubbers,etc. It looked none to inviting, but by this time I needed gas, some food ( I had smoked a few along the way and I am sure that helped in the ” My God Am I Lost” factor ) and I had to piss so bad my eyes were turning yellow.

I pull into the station and park at the pumps , and what to my wondering eyes does appear but a hunk of a grease monkey. He was wearing those overalls that all good station jockeys wear , cut off at the sleeves to show big bulging biceps ( complete with a Harley tat on the right one and a barbed wire one on the left )– as I looked up I saw a thick bull neck and a goatee, big green eyes and full lips just waiting for a cock ( even if he did not know it ), topped by a military buzz ( even the hicks know how to be hot these days). He approached with a swagger that spoke of hard work and a big cock, I glanced down to see that his overalls were unbuttoned to the navel, showing off a rugged hard chest, thick with man fur–as he turned I could tell his legs were full of taunt muscle under his work gear. As he bent to get the hose I could just see a nice goodie trail leading down into the unknown depths, glancing behind him I noticed an ass that was just like a peach , it looked ripe and ready for the picking under his overalls, which I also notice were none to lose, as a matter of fact I had my doubts that the buttons in the front would close if he even tried!

“Fill it up!” I said, more than my tank was on my mind. Wondering if all the men in this town were this hot. This guy was just a walking macho man–sing on Village People!

” Sure thing bud.” Said the pump jockey

“We don’t get much traffic out this way this time of night, I was about to close, What are you doing out this far , Lost?” He said with a knowing grin–after all what person in their right mind would want to stop at this pit stop on the way to hell– was what he was inferring, I was thinking the same thing , but as they say ” The Road To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions” as well as hot fucking grease monkeys about to lose their overalls!

“Hell yea , where is the john?” was my reply, somewhat giddy from looking at his ass. Man that was a hot tight thing, it bulged out of those overalls; it was all I could do not to reach out and grab a handful of that muscle butt right here in the parking lot!

” Hold on man I was just locking up and I got to unlock it for you.”Said my greased up heart throb. Yea–I got something for you to unlock –I thought!

Well now the fantasies started to run rampant in my hot faggot mind , just the very idea of being alone in a gas station john with this man was more than worth the 100 or so miles I had lost in my ” short cut”. He pulled the hose out of my tank ( I was thinking of another hose that I was beginning to want very badly ) and replaced it on the gas pump. Reaching into his overalls he nodded for me to follow him. As we went around to the side of the station, side stepping pot holes and weaving by old clunkers , I began to wonder if I was crazy. I was in the middle of nowhere following a strange red neck to the back of a building , not a house or car in sight. This man was well placed on the macho side of the fence and here I was about to be lead down the old garden path by a huge southern man, the theme from ” Deliverance” started to play in my mind.

As we rounded the back of the station he glanced my way, working the key into the lock of the john; he bent over to get a better look at the key hole. As he did this my cock stirred and I glanced at that hot ass, it was so firm under the sheath of those overalls and I had my doubts–once again– that any under ware was present. He opened the door and stepped back. As I approached I got wind of ammonia ( not the kind you clean with but old piss ); Mr. Clean had not seen this place in a while if ever. I peaked in and reached for the light.

“Sorry , the light is out.” He said. His look was none to apologetic, he even had grin as he said this. Those “Deliverance” banjos started back to playing full force.

MMMM, the dim light from an outdoor light was just enough to show off this t-room in all its squalor. On the left hand side was just a dip in the floor with about 3 drains for pissing ( none of that urinal stuff here ) like the kind of the things you find in old gyms and such. To my right was a grease stained sink , beyond that a toilet so encrusted with filth that it may have at one time been white. Martha Stewart would have ran screaming saying ” This Is Not A Good Thing!”. As far as I was concerned it was great, as I turned looking at my grease monkey, I once again thought how sex crazed I must be. He looked like the type who had worked hard all of his life toiling the the many fields that were around this station, a guy who used the words ” Pansy & Faggot” and not in a good way. The look of a life time of beer, herb , smokes and country and western bars ( complete with long stringy haired girls that drank too much and fucked a lot )was written all over him. I could picture one of those ladies of the night now, straddling him as he sat at a table, grinding into his ample– from the look of it — crotch. Best not to think of that the old trouser snake was starting to stir and it was about to bite. Just as I thought that he reached into his pocket and produced a pack of smokes, shaking one out and without his hands placed it in between his full lips. I thought yea if your hands are always greasy this would be how you did that. He shook the pack and offered me a smoke to suck on , like a born dick diver, I placed my face up to the pack sucking a smoke into my mouth. He flipped out his zippo and fired up his smoke, offering me some of the flame, I cupped my hand around his zippo, as my hands grazed his I felt and electric jolt. He cupped my hands in both of his and looked into my eyes , my snake began to coil for the strike.

” We don’t get many of you guys out here.” He said, glancing at the ground , moving the dirt around with his big workers boots.

” What?” was my reply , as I backed up, not knowing where this line of inquiry was going.

” Gays, Queers, whatever.”

” Why would you say that?” I muttered

” That’s one of those flag stickers on your car, right man?” he shyly said, as a hand snaked down to tug at the crotch of his overalls.

“Shit!” I knew I was in hot water now, but I am a lover not a fighter–I was also beginning to get the idea that this might turn into some steamy sex or a hell of a beating. Maybe if nothing else I might get to suck on his ass plugger.

” No problem man, down here we take what we can get.” He belted out, once again not looking at me but staring at the ground while making “parking lot crop circles ” with his boot.

As I stood there smoking I pondered this statement, was it in the context of we need the customers or the one that I hoped ….I need the sex. As we smoked my bladder was becoming a constant throb, I was unsure of what to do. Not wanting to turn my back and go into the rank shit house for fear of a beating, I just stood and smoked.

” Hey man I am not going to hurt you.” he said, turning his square jaw up and finally giving me another look at those big green babies.

“I am about to close up, want to fire up a joint and stay a few” he said with those same pleading green eyes.

“Sure,” I said as I put my smoke out , joining him in the art of “parking lot crop circles” as I ground out the smoke.

He reached deep in his overalls pocket and produced a joint, this he fired up and passed my way.

” Back in a few ” he said, turning quickly like he was in one great hurry–gun,billy club, was a “Fag Bashing” in my future?

Was this my chance to piss and get the hell out of here, or should I act on my growing need to see this stud naked. He went around front and turned off the sign lights and I heard him lock the front door. He did this so fast that I had no time to make any type of decision. Soon he was back , reaching for the joint in my hand. We toke d , not talking until the joint was gone. Then we stood for a few in silence, both of us wondering what was to come next.

” I thought you had to piss!” he said as he went into the t-room, showing me two perfect dimples around a perfect rosebud of a mouth. My snake was roaring to go.

I followed and watched to my utter amazement as he lay down in the piss troff to my left. He grabbed his growing crotch , sticking his hands down his unbuttoned overalls. Giving a tug to his cock and balls as he gazed up at me, his green eyes flashing a passion that comes form a deep need for forbidden fruit.

” Gonna give me that piss man”He moaned around those full lips, as his hips arched into his hand. What I would not give to trade places with that big mitt right now. The aroma of the t-room acting like a hit of strong poppers , as I took a deep hit of the thick air–this is what life should be like, I thought.

I walked over and pulled my cock out, a hot stream of piss started almost before I could get my cock free of my jeans, as it flowed onto his hot hard hairy body , he began to soap his body with my piss. Running his hands all over his body, working piss into his ripe pits and lathering up his hands and sticking them down his overhauls. He sat up placing his mouth on my aching hard cock, sucking a long hot drink of man piss out of my cock. He would drink some and then sit back against the wall, squatting and letting me piss freely over his head and down his body. He then held his hands out, cupping them and letting them fill with piss and drank from his hands like a thirsty man at a water fountain. Then stuck his tongue out licking his grease and piss stained palms clean of my yellow nectar. Back up to my throbbing 7 1/2 inches of ready meat –he went with a flourish and sucked it clean of the last drops of piss. Leaning back he ran a hand over his mouth–”Ah, that hit the spot ” he said. Then he reached down and started to remove his work boots, they came off , he pealed his socks and reached up and with one stroke pushed the always unbuttoned overalls off his broad shoulders. They fell to the floor reviling the body of a God, I had seen the arms( I do so love tats ) and the hard furry stomach, but now as the overalls fell to the floor I got to see this man in all of his glory. Huge hairy legs, with thighs that were big and firm from hours of manly labor, in the middle of said thighs I saw two nice balls , above which hung a massive 12 inch cock– dripping cum juice , as he turned I saw that peach of an ass , furry and firm. At closer look I saw a pink triangle tat on his right ass cheek –I wonder how many of the necks in this town know about this!

He walked over to the filthy toilet and sat down nude and began to beat his now full and rock hard 12 inch cock. I wasted no time and stripped off my shoes, jeans and shirt. As I walked over to him he grabbed my hips and spun me around, pushing on the small of my back, I got the idea and bent at the waste. As I offered my fuck hole up to him , he let out a moan and dove into my hairy ass cheeks, going straight for the chewy center, he sucked my hole like a crack head sucks a pipe, he pulled off with a pop of sound and dug his tongue into my rosebud. I forced my ass back onto his face, smothering him with my ripe ass, I had been riding for hours so it was hot and sweaty, he was like a pig in mud. As he was rutting around in my ass with his face he reached around and grabbed my cock, slowly beating it with his fist, the roughness of his palms hurting but at the same time feeling erotic. I reached around grabbing his head in both of my hands and rode his tongue, forcing his face roughly into my ass with my hands at the back of his buzzed head. He let out a moan and came in his stroking hand. I was spun around and he place his cum covered hand on my cock, aiming it into his mouth he took my cock deep milking me dry, as I once again grabbed his head fucking his face like roughly like a hot wet ass hole with teeth. He moaned taking all my meat deep– eating every drop of cum , enjoying the mix of my cum with his.

“Well you want to come to my place and fool around?”my grease monkey said

as he slowly stroked his cock, I watched as it began to stir to life once again.

“Fuck Florida, Hell yea!” I grinned, knowing that I had to eat that big meat, as well as play a little hide the grease monkeys wrench.

More to cum. I hope you did~~

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Friday finally came, and I for one could not wait for my chance to come! As I approached the Y, it was all I could do to stop my had from going into my thin work out shorts and releasing my pulsating cock from the confines of its unwashed jock-yes the one and the same that I had recently acquired from my buddy that I was..I hope, going to “Work Out ” with today. I had taken a great deal of time picking out todays work out gear; thin shorts, with wide legs so as to give a good view of my nasty jock as I worked out, its full pouch stretched taunt over my newly shaven packed full balls-great orbs full of man juice, topped by an old beat up shirt, hacked off at the sleeves to show my ample arms and to let my ripe pits waft their intoxicating aroma , my buds old jock-which was ripe now that I had worn it non stop and socks pushed down to show taunt caves and tennis shoes. As I got a whiff of the jock once again, my cock was stirring and warming up the fabric to produce that aroma that , if bottled , would be bought by every queer in the world, I just about missed my buds jeep. He was parked on the back row, the parking lot was almost empty on this Fridays eve, most people have long since foregone the Y for more upscale yuppie “Juice and Work Out” bars-but I knew where the best fruit to juice was and it most decidedly was Not in a shinny new aerobic plagued “Health Spa”. I backed into a vacant spot a ways down, got out and grabbed my gym back and was off across the parking lot. The fabric of the jock massaging my tool in such an erotic way that I was showing a good package when I entered the door to the Y. The lady who works the counter knew me by sight, and place the clipboard for me to sign in on the desk–I could smell the musky jock as I leaned over to sign in. I scrawled my “John Hancock” and beat a path to the back, passing the basketball court on my right-seniors yoga was in full swing.

As I entered the gym area , the first thing I noticed was that my shaven muscle God was in front of the mirrors lifting the free weights, and no one else was in the room. Oh, thank you GOD! He glanced my way, cracking a knowing smile “Go Put your stuff in a locker man , I am almost finished and then we can start on you.” Well I was more than ready for him to start on me any fucking time he wanted. I stowed my gear and was back in the weight room before my cock could drip its first drop of pre cum. Upon entering I noticed he had moved to the weight bench.

“Spot me?”He grinned , rubbing his hand down his shirt

“Sure!”

I approached , putting a leg on either side of his head, getting close so he could look up my shorts and see his nasty jock as my legs opened to help him with the weights. As I gazed down taking in his big massive body, I took notice of all the delights I had burned into my memory just days before. I looked into his unfathomable brown eyes, I traveled down his monumental pecs-encase in a too tight sweat stained tank, to the rim of his thin nylon shorts-and the sweat soaked edge of my very recognizable old jock stuck out about and inch above the band of said shorts. I notice his bulge was firm and taunt like a caged animal wanting to break free, and down I went to his smooth shaven legs-veins and muscles bulging-I wanted to squat down right there and lick those legs like an all day sucker. I soaked in the aroma that came from his shaven pits as he pumped the weights up and down, longing to have his ever widening biceps around my body. As I gazed back at his face , I noticed that he was lost in a work out zone , but while in this zone he was transfixed on my crotch, his mouth open in an O-the perfect receptacle for my growing desire.

“Your turn”

“Ok,as long as you spot me”

“I am your personal trainer now, am I not” he grinned and tipped me a nod

As I rounded the bench he reached down giving my cock a test, pulling the fabric of the jock taunt, his hand snaking up my shorts leg. This hand he brought out sniffing the one and only true “locker room” poppers and then giving his fingers a good lick.

“MMMM” he said rearranging his over flowing basket

I got on the bench , his massive tree trucks on each side of my head, my view full of a sweaty, cum and piss stained jock complete as he spread his legs to hand me the weights. I inhaled the musk of the strap as I pumped the iron, my mouth watering for a taste of the nasty fabric, my ass itching for a reprise of the previous days heavy work out. We worked our way around the gym, using all the weights in configurations that had before been unknown to me. Blake becoming a non stop trainer, working all my muscles with a promise in his eyes that spoke of the work out he was going to give my love muscle later. Sweat was running from the two of us in rivers, for as I pumped iron he stood next to me , showing me the perfect form and right way to do the reps.

After our long intense work out, I was sore but very happy, my muscles bulging in ways that I had only dreamed of before. I was ready to head off to the steam room-I wanted to look at my buds glorious body again.

“Want to head to the steam room?”

Blake was off like a hound at the hunt at that suggestion, by the time I hit the lockers his gear was on the bench, the nasty jock placed on top for all to see and smell. I stripped in a hurry, entering the steam room with my towel in hand. He sat on my left, his shaven body bare for the world to see, his massive thick cock bobbing as he leaned forward, feet spread on the floor. I longed to suck those two huge dangling globes that swung between his legs, the steam was already causing his muscles to glisten with sweat. I dropped my towel and went to my knees as he spread his legs wider, I gently licked the drops of sweat from his balls, his cock was sticking straight up by this time and I was working this shaven sack in my mouth, suckling each nut. Licking and munching , pulling his low sack out with the sucking action of my mouth. I reached up and grabbed his smooth 10 inch beer can thick cock and jacked while I worshiped his nuts. Sweat , the heat of the steam room and sex was rolling off of us in waves, I levered his legs up on my shoulders working my way back to his silky love hole. I stopped just under the sack to give the joint between his cock and ass a good chew, licking my tongue out as far as it would go giving his pucker a good tease.

I pushed his legs up as far as they would go, eyeing his taunt beautiful ass, the muscles so firm the action of raising his legs opened his ass up to my mouth. I dove in, eating his ass with abandon, not caring if anyone entered the steam room. I could smell old sweat and my old jock on his loins. My cock grazed the warm wet tiles as I serviced his ass, sweat flowing down his ripe body over my face covering me in his very essence as I ate. I knew that today was my day to fuck this ass.

I stood placing my cock at his quivering pucker, it pulsed open and closed in need, hungry for a good filling. I slammed my cock deep into his ass, my 7 1/2 curved inches going straight away to his prostate, hitting the spots that straight dicked men cant get at. He slid forward, forcing his muscle bound body into me , his ass consuming my cock as I drove deep into his gash. My big low hanging balls beating against his taunt ass cheeks, as he arched his ass up I met an occasional warm wet tile as well. The pain of my balls slapping hard against the tile sending quivers down my legs. Blake reached around grabbing a handful of cock and balls–his hands are big but my cock,balls and sack are much bigger and he could only hold one at a time, he squirmed back , grabbing my right nut forcing it up into his ass along with my cock. I stopped thrusting allowing him to enjoy my cock and letting him try to place both of my pregnant with cum balls into his ravenous man cunt. He moaned as both nuts slid in to join my iron hard member.

I moaned as his ass began to seize my cock and balls, milking my nuts. I slowly began to drive my love shank into his full maw, looking down I could see his ass lips strained to the limit, engulfing my loins. I looked up into his face, his eyes half lidded and dreamy, his mouth open in an expression of wonderment as he back up onto my whole man works, taking my entire manhood into his body. His body bucked as come ran freely from his untouched cock, I rammed in hard, moving my groin to each spurt of his cock. His ass grasped my cock and balls, pulling cum from deep with in me, I shot deep in his gulping ass, forcing my come into the inner most reaches of his man cunt. I pulled out with a loud pop as my cock and balls shot free of his ass, resting back onto the warm wet tiles of the floor . I looked up and grinned.

“Your House?”

“Hell Yea!”

We got dressed and went to his house to finish up on the days “Work Out”

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As I walked out to my car thinking that next Friday was not going to come soon enough. My shaved muscle God yelled out ” By the way my name is Blake!” as he ran out of the barn , going to his jeep , he opened the door to retrieve his work out clothes. I took one last look at that hot ass as he bent to pick up his clothes from the floor of his jeep. He turned , handing me a card, on this card it was printed.

“Bodies By Blake”

Below was his phone number and address. So my muscle God was a trainer! That explained the set up in the barn. I wondered just why he was at the Y if he had such a well equipped gym at his home.

“Why do you go to the Y, with all your gear I would think you could just stay here and work out?”

” I like to show off my body after a fresh shave and I like to look at the other guys.” he said with a nod and a quick grab at my crotch, once again giving my works a good pull. I looked into those deep brown pools and moved forward, reaching around I grabbed his firm muscle ass– gripping a hot taunt cheek in each hand, I pulled him to me. My mouth met his and heat rose from us, him still nude, me in just my shorts, his used jock still in one hand as I manhandled his ass, his smooth wet chest met mine–we kissed deep in hard. Leaving promises of things yet to come.

He pull out a second card and instructed me to write my number on the back, as I bent over my car to do so, he approached me from behind–placing his cock between my legs, thumping my worn out hole, the fabric of my shorts giving to the hard thrusts of his engorged cock. As I wrote he bent down, grabbing the top of my shorts, I felt a rough pull as he ripped the fabric, exposing my gaping hole to the air. Pushing me on to the hood of my car, he dropped to his knees. Ripping away the last vestiges of the work out shorts and tossing them to the ground. Once again he placed his mouth on my rosebud, from the intense fucking that I had just had–and much needed I must say. My hole was wide open, that 10 inches of beer can cock had done a job on my service hole. His load oozing from my ass, he began to suck on my rosebud, sticking his tongue into my slash. Felching out his still warm load, I dropped my hand from the hood, still clutching his jock I once again wrapped the cup around my cock, I fucked the fabric and the hard sun warmed hood of my car.As he ate my ass, feeding on his cum–I could feel him licking the drops that he missed off the inside of my ass cheeks, always plunging back into the hot milky center of my ass for more.

I could hear the slapping of his hand as he beat out a war cry on his cock, his fist slamming into his big shaven bull balls. a stead thump mixed with the lapping and sucking sounds coming from my cum dripping man cunt. He began to grind his face into my ass, forcing me roughly onto the hood of my car, the heat from the metal hood burning my stomach, as his mouth burned my well fucked hole. The sun was high and bright– soon we were both covered in even more sweat, as I arched back to get off the burning hood, sweat ran from me in rivers, running down my back and into my ass crack. He licked this salty goodness up, what he could not get ran over his smooth head and even smoother body. Coating him in my sweat and need.

He stood, ramming his cock into my ass, forcing me onto the heat of my car. He roughly rammed his 10 inches home cumming in one thrust. He leaned forward and moaned ” Sorry your ass is so good I had to give you my gift back.”. Reaching around he moved my hand from my cock, grabbing my cock and his jock he gave my cock a few hard jerks. I backed up on his cock more, as it hit my already swollen prostate– I came into his jock once again. He pulled his cock out slowly, just as the head was about to break free of the confines of my–now full man hole, he shoved it all the way back in, grabbing my shoulders–his smooth sweat covered hips grinding into my ass.

” Something for you to remember until next Friday!” He then pulled out with a moan form me and a wet pop from my ass. I turned my ass touching the hot steel of my car, the burning kind of eased the sting form all that rough fucking. Looking around I began to realize the only thing I had to wear home was his jock and my flimsy tank, well I had a towel in the car to catch the drips from my gaping man snatch. I fumbled with his jock, placing my feet– after a few attempts, into the correct receptacles. Pulling the sweat and cum soaked jock home, enjoying the feel of the nasty cloth against my cock, the straps letting my overflowing ass free to the wind. He leaned into me once again those brown pools flashing once again, his mouth in a dimple showing grin. He sank onto my mouth shoving his tongue–fresh with the taste of my ass and his cum down my throat. As we kissed rubbing our now sweat soaked bodies together , he reached around and shoved a finger in my ass, rutting around for some of his fresh load. He brought this out and backed off my mouth, feeding me his finger covered in his hot load –it tasted of my sweaty ass and his man spunk. I sucked this in a greedy fashion, deep throating his finger to the knuckle, pulling off to lick his hand free of the spillage from my hole. He reached around an stuck 2 fingers in my hole, deeper this time going for the gold that he was trying to mine out of my treasure cave. Removing his 2 fingers this time and placing them in his mouth he sucked with a fever that spoke of a natural felcher, someone that you just know is going to always clean up his mess. As a drop fell from his hand, resting on his hot cleft chin, without thinking I moved forward licking my cum from his chin. Moving up we began to each lick his fingers, our tongues meeting , sharing his seed, mingled with my ass juice. His hand dropped and we gripped in a tight embrace, out slick bodies enjoying the breeze than had begun to pick up.

Not wanting to go , but know that if I stayed I would be the walking –but smiling– wounded the next day, I went around to the drivers side of my car. With his card clutched like a talisman, I found my work out towel and spread it on the seat. Walking around still nude and gleaming in the hot sun, he leaned in the window, kissed me and gave my cock a good by pull. As I backed up he was just standing there, looking at me with a far off look of wonder on his face, broken only by that perfect rosebud of a mouth in a smile, that showed his dimples to perfection.

He shouted ” Friday!”

By the way today is Wednesday, only 2 days to wait!

If you enjoyed part 2 send me a pic of how much you did~~~

Our first Fridays work out to come~~

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I found a love , hell a need , for man flesh at an early age. I was a very sports minded young man , but I never played sports for the glory or the acclaim, I played for the locker rooms. That special all male place of sweat, piss, musky socks and those heaven sent jock straps. Who ever invented these objects of male Victoria’s Secret under gear, had to be a gay man. Who else would think of a thin fabric pouch , and straps around the ass, allowing for hot sexy views of hard bubble butts at every glance, not to mention that they are topped by a natural sweat band to soak up all that hot male flavor. Just ask any jock loving gay man, they are an addiction as sweet as any hit of coke , when asked my drug of choice I always think of a hot sweaty jock , this is one addiction that no 12 step program will ever break. To this very day I always wear a jock ( when I wear underware ) , I love the freedom. Knowing that my ass is there just for the taking , open to the world.

Just a few months ago I was at the YMCA working out and noticed a hot guy lifting on the free weights. Shaved bald , huge chest , wash board abs , tree trunk legs , a nice firm round pert ass and a big basket. He had on a cut off tank and thin workout shorts , the band of his jock just giving me a tease over said shorts as he bent over to pick up his weights. Like any bodybuilder he enjoyed showing off his smooth body , he was totally shaved from what I could see and had been in the tanning bed more than once and had that baked to perfection look about him. His shorts were so thin that I could see the lines of his jock and could tell that there were no tan lines on that hot hard body. As I worked out enjoying the view I began to notice that my cock was stirring in its own thin encasement of unwashed sweaty jock fabric. This was my favorite jock , older that old and stolen form this very same YMCA ( yes this addiction turns you into a thief , I would once in a while pick up a jock a sneak it away for hours of sexual play and once in a while bring it back for the owner to have– full of my love juice ) . This one belonged to a hot stud that I had watched for ages at the Y and I just had to have it, I had never washed it , wearing it often , smelling him as my loins heated up while working out got me hard and horny. I never wash my stolen treasures,what’s the fucking point! As I flashed back on this wonderful jock that I had on I began to reach full erection ( now as I have said before I am by no means small, 7 1/2 cut , with loads of extra skin , and curved just right to his all the hot spots…be you sucker or bottom boy). As I glanced over to the stud lifting I notice that he had taken notice of my ever expanding mass in my shorts. He glanced my way and left to go to the back of the work out room where there are showers and a steam room, as well as the lockers.

I was off like a flash, when I got to the locker room he was just finishing his disrobe, and was bent over taking his jock off. My eyes met a shaven full moon poised in the air as if to say “Eat Me!” and dangling below to big smooth balls and just a peek at what was a semi hard erection of amazing length. I could just tell that this love tool was an un cut master piece, just like I love them.He turned to grab his towel and I could see that he was indeed a shaved God, no hair anywhere from head to toe. My cock throbbed , and every hole in my body felt suddenly vacant and longed for that hot shaved wonder. I was in a trance and I somehow managed to break away my long stare to look up into the dark brown pools of heat that were his eyes. He grinned a devilish grin showing dimples and a perfect set of teeth , above which were deep brown eyes that a man could lose his soul in. He grabbed his towel, not even bothering to wrap his taunt ass and went to the steam room.

I waited a few seconds to let him settle into his spot in the steam room and went after my prize. He had so kindly left his jock , socks, shorts and all on the bench for my very loving hands to fondle and my erection had taken over and was not about to let this get away form me. My addiction took over , in no time I was sniffing that sweat soaked jock like a junkie at the pipe. The aroma was so strong that I knew these were not straight from the wash, as a matter of fact I had my doubts that they had ever seen the inside of a washing machine. I was dizzy with the smell and I just had to put them in my mouth. I slowly began to chew the thin fabric, enjoying the taste of salt that I leached out of the cup. I slowly reached into my own battered jock under my shorts and began to play with my ever en gorged cock. As I did this I happened to look up and much to my surprise, standing at the door to the steam room looking at me was the owner of said nasty jock. He was behind the door still inside the steam room, but there was, like in all steam rooms , a window and via this he was looking right at me. I could tell that he was enjoying the view, I could just see his right arm and it looked like he was going to town on his own ample member of the male meat of the month club himself.

I started to get into my act of locker room sex and forced my shorts and jock to the floor. Well past the point of caring if anyone came upon me in my moment of heat. I pulled the jock out of my mouth and placed it on my cock, jacking into the cup of the jock. I stopped and wound the straps around my cock and balls as a kind of make shift cock ring. I then began a long hard jack into the cup, as I looked into those deep brown eyes. He licked his lips and opened his mouth into a perfect O and I knew that he was cumming, just as I saw this look of nirvana on his face I came into the cup of his old sweaty jock. He went back to his place in the steam room and I removed the jock , stepped out of the tangle of jock and shorts at my ankles and went to the showers.

When I came out of the showers my stud and his jock were gone. No clean up for him, he liked to stay sweaty from his work out, I was falling in love. I went to the front door and started to my car, as I neared my car I noticed something under the windshield wiper , I got close and saw that it was his old jock, still wet with my cum. Under the jock was a note , it read.

“I am in the red jeep. FOLLOW ME!”

I jumped in my car and notice at the exit a red jeep. I got behind him as fast as I could,my cock returning to its former hard self very quickly. We drove for about 20 miles, my hand kept going to my cock as I ever so often reached over and brought that wonderful sweat , cum and yes some golden drops of piss stained jock to my face for a head rushing sniff. I could not believe my luck. We pulled into a farm, and then drove around behind it to an old red barn. He parked and got out of his car, to my delight he had stripped on the way home and was naked as the day he was born, just his work out shoes.

He went to the barn saying ” Bring the jock with you!” He turned showing off those to big , hard shaven round globes of perfection.

“OK.” I said, I raced to the barn , the excitement was building in my crotch–I felt like I could cum just from looking at his ass.

Once inside I could see this was his gym , he had all the work out gear and then some. He went over to the work out bench and sat down, motioning me over with a wave of his hand and a hungry look in his eyes. I feast feasted on his shaven beauty , and noticed for the first time just how big that un cut cock was. A good 10 inches and fat like a beer can, smooth as a babies bottom and dripping strands of man honey. As I approached he jerked my shorts down and dove his face into my old sweaty jock. Gnawing at the fabric with his teeth, licking the under side of my big melon balls as he munched on my organ. He was getting into this , licking my cock and pulling the jock out with his teeth, sucking the maleness out of the fabric. I ran my hands over his smooth bald head, enjoying the smooth muscles of his body as I worked down his back. I caressed his arms, running my hands into the smooth ripe pits and bringing them up to my mouth and nose for a whiff and a good taste.

He backed off and I bent to kiss his warm lips,as I did he opened his mouth sucking my tongue into the warm wet hole that had just been munching on my jock. I pulled from his mouth and laid him onto the work out bench, he put his arms up and I dove into that ripe man pit, savoring the hot man stink. Licking all the work out sweat from under his arms, the aroma was heavy with his maleness. My head swam with raw animal need, I went to clean the other pit, stopping along the way to gnaw a nipple on the way.

He said”You fucking hot pig!” I was getting hi all lathered up with my tongue bath, enjoying his smooth body, loving the taunt muscles covered in man sweat, I was treating his body like on big muscle salt lick.

“Fuck Yea” I moaned.

I rimmed that ripe pit until it was clean of all work out sweat and moved slowly down his hard stomach, munching and licking sweat the whole way down. I got to the candy store very slowly and began a slow work out on his big love tool. Sucking the fore skin ever so slowly and then taking the whole cock deep in my ever eager mouth. Teasing him with my mouth and tongue, lapping at those big smooth balls with slow strokes of my tongue. Working my way back to his ass, I forced his legs up and dove into that hot sweaty crack, I was about to pass out for the heat of out encounter. His ass was so firm it grabbed my face like a vice, I pulled the cheeks apart and tongue fucked his sweet pucker while he moaned , his need growing with each plunge of my tongue into the hot depths of his ass.

I stood up and he sat up on the bench, turning me still in my jock and pushed me forward ,I bent at the waste, placing my ass in the air at his face. This was all he needed, he dove in like a mad man. He ate with the fever of a hungry convict, enjoying the sweet rosebud that has been of service to so many. He lapped at my hole for ages , getting it all lose and wet and began working his fingers in and out of my hot hole–finger fucking me and licking my ass and his juice covered fingers. I backed onto his finger, forcing it deep into my gut. I wanted that huge shaved cock like I had never wanted any other cock in my life! He stood and placed the dripping pre cum covered head at the opening to what was to be his trip to heaven.

“I need more lube”I said. Pulling forward, not wanting his huge raw member in my–very hungry,but only spit lubed ass. Knowing that this was 10 thick inches rock hard steel and the only place he wanted to go at my ass deep and rough. Just like his workouts, pumping my ass the same way he pumped iron in the gym. While I was excited, I was still in my right mind–or close to it anyway.

He spat on his cock and rammed it deep into my hole, opening me up in one thrust. Banging into my prostate with a need that spoke of animal heat and warned of a rough ride.

” Slow down” I said, once again trying to pull off that monster cock, at the same time my ass crying out in need.

He bent over and grabbed his jock and reached around shoving it in my mouth. I could taste my own still un dried cum on the nasty fabric, this was better than any drug. I had my fix, fuck the lube just take my hungry ass. He rammed deep into me, moving his hips from side to side, opening my hole up and digging deep, ramming his cock as far into the reaches as he could. I could feel his shaved groin and smooth balls as they hit my ass, banging with a need that spoke of a wanting greater than any either of us as ever known. He grabbed my shoulders and fucked me hard, as I bucked my hips into his crotch opening up for those thick 10 inches of manhood. I took all of him and wanted more, groaning with pleasure around the jock in my mouth, pre cum running freely into my already soaked jock. He rammed home once more , his dick became brick as I felt a quiver and he came up my ass. I worked back wanted all of his seed in me, needing it like a drug. As his cock pulsed in my ass I came in my jock hands free. He forced his cock deeper into me arching his back , enjoying the feeling as my ass opened and closed as I came. I was swimming in the exquisite pain of having a huge cock in my ass and cumming at the same time.

After a few minutes we were all done and he pulled out. I bent over to get pull my shorts up.

“No !”He said, with great force that warned of a man who always got his way.

“What?” I replied, as I became turned on by the very manliness of him.

“Take your jock off, I want it and You can have mine!”was his answer, handing me the jock that was fresh from a good-well as good as I could–cleaning in my mouth.

“Cool!” I said, grabbing my prize and handing him my own nasty cum soaked jock.

I knew that this would give my hours of jacking off pleasure and knowing that he was doing the same with mine got me hot. We traded jocks and just as I was about to leave he approached me and kissed me hard.

Pulling off he said”Meet me at the Y next Friday?” Giving the thin fabric of my shorts a hard tough, pulling my cock and balls to attention. This stud meant business.

“Hell Yea” I moaned, as his grip softened to a caress.

Now we meet almost every Friday and wear the same old un washed jocks as the first time we met, we work out and then go back to his barn for some SEX~

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Well I went over to my rim buddies house to break in his new rim seat , for a while he has used one of those potty seats from the hospital ( you know 4 legs and a seat ). Now he has a real rim seat , spring loaded for tongue dancing! My bud and I started this by complete accident, I knew him and knew he was gay , never thought a lot about it. He is not my physical type , a little young for me 29 and very skinny ( he likes to visit Tina ). He called me up the other night and I knew he had been tweaking because all he could talk about was his new rim seat and how much he wanted to eat my hole. I was up for it and went to the freezer and got out the stash I save for him. When I beat off , I freeze the cum in ice trays and he loves to stick the cubes up my ass and suck the cum out , he loves to felch. So much so , that per his instructions anytime day or night that I have a hole full , I am to call him and let him suck my pucker out.

I clean out the “kitchen” and drove over to his house, smoking a joint on the way. He was standing at the door in a beat up old jock waiting on me, he grabbed my ass first thing and moaned. I have a nice shaped ass, with a hairy crack and hole. He likes to shave me once in a while , but most of the time he likes it hairy. The way I look at it , with a tongue like that, I will let you shave me anytime you fucking want. So we go to the play room, a hot rim video is on and the new rim seat is front and center . About an oz. of pot and a bong on a table beside it [ he does so like to take care of his tongue dancers ].

I can see that he is tweaking big time , he can’t keep his hand off my ass or his cock. He takes the ice cubes from me ( I put them in a baggie before I left , about 12 of them )

“Are you clean ? ” he asks

“Hell Yea”

He goes to the kitchen and puts the in the freezer . Coming back he grabs my hand , taking me back to the shower. I quickly drop trow and take of my shirt. He jumps in with the jock on , well it was so cum and pissed stained it could stand a good wash. I leaned up against the wall as he soaps up my ass , he then starts to shave each cheek. As I bend over more , he spreads my ass to get at the hair around my crack. I turn to rinse off good and see a look in his eyes. Turning me back around ,he grabs the shower enema attachment , sliding it up my hole. I love that full feeling you get , just like a huge cock pounding away . I hold it and he gets down , face to my ass crack he starts to suck on my bulging pucker. As I let the water rush out , he moans deep and lustfully , slurpin like a dog at a bowl.

I empty out in and on him and as I look down to his jock , I see a fresh stream of Tina piss flowing. I step out of the shower , leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor. I walk to the play room, he has a very well equipped play room , most of it is devoted to the many ways of eating ass. I go over to the rim seat , as I look down and I know this is going to be fun. I start to bounce in the rim seat, just getting settled in for a nice face ride , my bud comes it with the cum cubes. Taking the bong I see it is pre packed ( no Tina )..just pot. Sometime I may want to try Tina but for now pot makes me very happy and horny. I spread my legs , readjust my cock and ball ring and toke away. My buddy wants me to be at ease and at home. He loves to eat for a long time and I love to edge, so we are to happy pigs.

I have never known anyone so into rimming, I have never heard of or seen him fuck anyone, he will suck cock if it as been fucking a an ass. He once ate my ass as I was being fucked ( talk about wild ) and often toy fucks me using the cum I bring over or that is already in my ass, then he sucks the dildos clean. The pig just fucking loves the taste of ass , if it has cum or piss in it even more.

So I toke up , as he gets down into his preferred munching position, with this new chair , pillows are no longer needed. I look down and can see his uncut cock sticking out of the now drying crusty jock. I can make out about 4 or 5 cock rings around the base of his cock and about 6 around his balls , pulling them away from his cock ( this is a good indication that he is very worked up ). As I look I see he has a new toy , it is a cock ring with a chain that leads up, splitting into a V shape and it has nipple clamps on the end of each V.

“Man that looks hot, I want one ” I say

” OK, I will show you where I ordered it , got it free with the seat. Damn thing works the nips man, lean back and it rocks.”

I love nipple play myself and have my own set of “clamps” with me. I toke the rest of the bowl and unhook the clamps from around my neck, as I clamp each nipple a twinge goes through me down to the base of my cock , making it jump and dribble some pre cum. Just then something cold and wet goes up into my ass, man what a fucking rush. I moan and look down at his gorgeous uncut meat. My mouth waters , pot makes me want to suck cock, but this is for my bud , so I just drool. He continues to pack my ass full, sometimes he does one cube at a time , but tonight he puts all 12 or so up my hole, massaging it a little to get them deep into my hole.

” Back in a few ” He says, I know he is going to tweak some more, but thats OK, its his thing.

He comes back and is under me in a flash, burring his face in my hole ,as I shimmy on his face. I know in about and hour or so when he comes up for another hit, his face will be covered in cum. That fellow swines , is so fucking hot.

He gets to work, first he gives me a little tongue flicks just on the outside of my pucked, gently working his way to the center , deeper and deeper. With each lick comes a moan from the both of us. He then dives in, sucking an my ass, causing my pucker to swell up in anticipation. Running a few fingers up my hole to spread it , he sucks and licks. While he does this he sucks his fingers clean. His right hand drops and I can clearly see cum all the way to his elbow.

Reaching over he gets a good sized solid black dildo and slowly forces it up my hole , I squirm and moan , loving every fucking moment of this. He plows my hole till I am in mad dog heat, pulling the dildo out at an angle so he can lick the man slop off the dildo and out of my ass . Removing the dildo , my hole now relaxed and open. He dives in for a full on lip suck, moaning and slurping like the pig he is.

He gets up , I see cum all over his face where he has been hole rooting me, damn that makes me hot….” back in a few” …he says

He is off to tweak , so I fill a bowl and take the 420 express.

” Man I am sorry he says, but I am gonna have to cum soon.”

“Its OK, I can to “

“I know this is most of the time an all night thing, but I have been beating of on the web cam all day and I need to blow”

Getting back below me , he reaches up and spreads my hole with his hands, his mouth now deep in my ass , he puts one hand down and starts to jack. I push my pucker out , urging the cum to flow from my ass to his willing, wanting mouth . As I start to beat mt meat,I reach down and start to pull the chain that connects his nips to his cock.

“Oh, Fuck yes” comes an ass muffled reply

I know the cum is flowing, and I look down and amazingly he came! Before me, that is a first. Just seeing the cum from his beautiful cock and feeling his face still buried in my ass makes me pop my wad. As I pant he reaches down and wipes his cum onto his jock , then extracting his head from my ass , he gets my wad and rubs it into the jock as well. This jock is something else, yellow with sweat , piss and cum. He has never washed it and I have seen him chew it more than once….But who knows what kind of jocks I have at home?

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Its 2am and I am hard as a fucking rock, stoned and there is not one hole in sight. I need a good pig buddy, hell everyone needs one. A guy you can do just about anything that pops into your twisted mind and know that he will not judge you. Right now I am stuck in felch mode , I need to be gang fucked and then have an expert ass eater suck my hole free of cum. Funny thing is I am more of a top than a bottom , I guess because most guys like the size and shape of my cock . As a result I get into these periods where I just want to get gang banged, thats the reason for the fore mentioned vacation. There are no good places around here for hot gang bang action , last night I took some of my frozen cum ( I freeze it for lube when I play with my toys ). Shoved some up my ass and fucked myself good with my med sized dildo , hitting on the poppers and pulling out the dildo to suck the cum and ass juice from it. Nothing tastes as good as a cock covered in cum straight from an ass. At one time I would have said ” no fuckin way” , but now I fucking love it. When I top I love to have the pig squirming around on my meat suck it clean after I drop a load. I guess it is off to watch some porn , man I am turning into a sex addict ( not a bad thing)..some days now I am popping 5 or 6 loads….

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