I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in my third year at a small liberal arts college in South Carolina when I met Matt; he and I shot hoops together at the campus rec center. We became good friends over the course of that year so it was no surprise to me when he invited me to go home with him for a weekend visit. Matt lived a few hours away from the college in a rural, backwoods part of the state. He told me that I shouldn't get self-conscious if some of the townspeople stared at us being together.
"Shit," he grinned. "We don't see many black folks in our neck of the woods."
I was a little concerned, but not enough to cancel the visit - Matt was a pretty good guy and I was always up for a new experience. He did warn me however about his father.
"Daddy's got pretty old-fashioned attitudes but he don't mean no harm. That's just his way of thinking."
Matt headed for home that humid, Friday morning. His mother had called the night before and wanted him to drive her to a nearby town to visit his grandmother who had suddenly become ill. I would've gone with him but I had a late afternoon class that I couldn't miss. Matt was to pick me up at the town's Greyhound station later that evening. My bus arrived exactly as scheduled - 9:00 p.m. on the dot. I looked for Matt but he was nowhere to be seen. In fact, there was no one at the station other than me. I was as nervous as a whore in church - not to mention the fact that I didn't have any change to use the beat-up looking payphone right outside the station.
"Where in the fuck is he?" I thought to myself.
Before I could answer my own question, I heard the swift, crunching sound of tires on gravel. The headlights on a red pick-up truck nearly blinded me as it came closer and closer and finally halted to a screeching stop. The driver was a rough, good-looking white man about fifty or so. I could make out his gray hair from underneath his worn trucker's cap; a silver mustache framed the thick, black cigar that jutted from his jaw. His eyes bored a hole in me as he barked out in a baritone southern drawl,
There was work to do in the garden and the garage needed cleaning There was just too much furniture stored in there. While I sat I noticed a young man walking up my sidewalk. I did not know him. He was dressed in cut off sandals, shirt and a baseball cap. He had dark hair and was about thirty years old. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and asked me if I had some work for him. I did.
My thoughts began to wander as the Sergeant went over how to fill out all of the Forms. I was impressed with this man. He had dark hair and eyes, and told us he was from Guam. I wondered if I had made the right choice about enlisting in the Army. I knew that it was going to be tough to be a Gay service member - I had lie to get in, but I wasn't sure how tough it was going to be.
Sure enough, the parking lot was empty and I got right to work. I only took a couple of short breaks and was feeling very sore by mid-afternoon. I decided that I had earned a break and went to the men's room to use the shower facilities. I was had just finished shampooing my hair when I saw someone enter the dressing area.
I had been down at the river tubing for most of the day (summer school frolics) and could not get the images of semi-nude college kids running around. My girlfriend had gone home for a week to attend her sisters wedding and I had gotten stuck at school during exams. Something really kept gnawing at me.
After frequently the place a few times, I began to see people showing off for each other, giving each other handjobs, etc. Then one time a tall, black guy about 6'3", 200 pounds, kept motioning to me to join him in his booth. He was dressed in a tank top and shorts.
Friends call me Joe. I go by other names sometimes, like White Slut, Cocksucker, Faggot, Bitch, but I'll get back to that. I'm a 30- year-old GWM. Half Irish, half-unknown. That's what I always put on my profiles. I'm the product of a rape. It's such a sensitive subject for my mother that I have never asked her who her rapist was, if she knew, or what he looked like.
I shuffled across to push the button for the 1st floor and we set off. The lift starts to descend and then suddenly jolts and stops. It appears we have stopped in between two floors. The two guys look at each other and then remark this happens from time to time and that we'd probably be stuck for about half and hour or so until the technicians fix the problem.
Our games have finally come to this. Here I am, freshly shaved from the neck down; my naked body covered with sweat; leather ankle cuffs around each ankle and locked together; my hands tied behind my back and tied to my balls; kneeling in front of this 22 year old. "You will suck my cock." Tony said again.
Never would I have thought that Barry and I would have so much fun together. Two sexually frustrated young college students that explore their own sexualities and learn how to pleasure each other.
I am a horny morsel. I can't wait until I find the man I need. I have to feel a man next to me. I am wandering through the streets of Calgary. I feel the need, but there are no REAL men in sight. A few trolls peer out from behind the trees and stare at me through the cracks in stall doors. I wander uncontrollably. Searching. Always searching.
But on the inside he knew he was not true to himself, since school and even now he was always felt different. Although he had slept with countless women a fantasy had always been at the back of his mind that he was at odds with, he fantasised about sleeping with a man.
I walk over to you and caress the back of your neck. You jump, startled, and quickly a smile comes to face. I press my beanbag lips against yours (my wife's expression) and fuck you face with my tongue. You lose all interest in news reading. I begin to unbutton your shirt.
Not really wanting to hang around to do more work, I decided to go home and get online. When I got home, I logged on to various chat sites, and as I was cruising, I looked out the window and saw the mailman delivering the mail. I thought to myself that this was pretty odd for 3:30 in the afternoon, so I looked out to double-check and I realized -- this was not my regular mailman.
"Beach" is a generous word to describe this place as it's mostly boulders with patches of sand to lay out. There's a series of trails & quite a hike to get to the beach but it can be well worth it. The park rangers occasionally patrol but because the surrounding area is heavily wooded & a lot of action can still take place there.
Next door lived a black guy named Charles in his mid-twenties, who lived to party and always seemed to have women, especially white women over his place. One night in particular I remember a blonde girl about twenty who came over in slut-wear, short shorts and tank top as we passed in the hallway.
Saturday night is a real bitch. I have to work on the late shift and I don't get to bed until way after midnight. I miss the sex that I have on Friday night when I get to pick up some horny stud in Bobby's bar. I'm a natural bottom and I always get to find a guy with a hard cock to worship and pound my love tube. I wake up late on Sunday morning with my ass hole feeling quite unloved.
When I heard a knock at the door. I arose to answer it to see who it could be at such and early hour. As I slowly open the door to my apartment, I was shocked to see who it was. It was a man whom I hadn't seen in many years but recoginized instantly. It was Sydney Bolling. The first man I had ever had a relationship with. It was an ok job. We talked to each other about everyting. I wish she had.
At least, I was pretty sure I knew who he was. We'd agreed to meet here to look each other over, and he was dressed as he had described. He glanced around. He must have changed his mind and headed for the door. My heart sank. But then, he stopped about halfway and turned again in my direction. He looked as if he were debating whether to come over. Finally, he headed in my direction.
He stood there looking like Mr. America. and so boyish in his hair. I loved jacking infront of him. I seldom get hard in front of guys but I had a good hard with him watching. He acted as if he didn't watch at all. I asked if he wanted to see my ass. He nodded yes. I dropped my pants and stood jacking with my ass facing him. I hope he looked at it good and got a hard of his own. He probably did.
Jimmy meets the son of his land lady and they end up going to a sports complex near by. There I meet plenty of people interested in what I have to offer.
Taking the job as the training assistant for the local football team introduces me to Chad. Chad stood about six foot two, brown eyes, light complexion and a swimmers' build with gorgeous blond hair.
"You must be Matt's friend - git in the truck, boy. I'm his paw."
As we drove back to the house Matt's dad told me that his wife's mother had taken a turn for the worse. She and Matt would be staying overnight to monitor her condition. In no time flat we were back at the house. It was pretty large as I remember it - a basement and everything. Acres of land surrounded the property. It was so different from the apartment I had grown up in. Speaking of large, I didn't realize how big Matt's dad was until we had gotten out of the truck. I guessed him to be about six foot two - he had to weigh at least 220 pounds. We sat at the kitchen table talking as he chain-smoked Winstons and guzzled brew after brew. During our conversation I couldn't help but notice the way he kept staring at my mouth when I spoke. His eyes had gotten glassy from the beer and he soon began to slur his words a bit. No way did I think my first night at Matt's would be watching his dad get shit-faced.
"All that fucking beer got me needin' to take a piss," he belched out. I watched his hulking frame lumber down the hallway to the john. He hadn't been in there a full minute when I heard his call - "Hey boy, git in here."
"What the hell could he want?" I thought. My brown eyes froze as I stepped up to the open door and saw him standing there holding his thick, uncut white cock.
"Looks like I need a little help over here, boy," he said. "Git over here and hold it for me." I assumed "it" was the plump sausage in his hand - I didn't know what the hell to do - was he serious? However, his harshly toned, "NOW motherfucker!" immediately got my attention and I quickly stepped over to him and took it in my hand. "That's it nigga - hold a white man's dick while he takes a whiz." With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he began to let loose a river of the warm, recycled brew. "Aw yeah, you fucking piece of charcoal shit . . . stick your fucking tongue out down there and have a taste." I did as I was told and let the acrid piss slowly coat my tongue. "You look good down there, boy - just where a good nigga SHOULD be." As the last few spurts of piss emptied from his bladder, he let out a belch that shook the room. "Now suck it bitch! Take this white meat down your cocksucking throat, you fucking darkie - suck it for me, baby. Suck that big 'ole white dick!"
And suck it I did. As I went down to deep throat him I heard the crinkling sound of cellophane - he had unwrapped a thick cigar.
"Your master needs a light, boy," he said as he shoved a zippo in my shaking hand. As he leaned down I flicked the shiny lighter and watched intently as the cigar took the flame and began a slow burn. As Matt's dad pulled deep on the aromatic tube of tobacco, his dick got harder and harder. "Good nigga," he said as he smiled and patted the side of my face. "You know what you need, boy?," he queried. "A white man's jizz - that's right- you need to taste my sperm, you fucking nigga cum-bucket. And Big Daddy's gonna give it to you - straight from the motherfucking tap, boy!"
That blistery spring evening Matt's dad fucked my face with the tenacity of a sailor on shore leave with a bow-legged whore. The kneeling position I had assumed left my legs numb as he thrust his cock harder and harder between my lips.
"Look up at me, boy," he groaned. "Look up at your Master, you goddamn slave - worship that hard, white cock." Our eyes were locked in pure fuck-lust as he shoved my head down further and ran his hands through my short afro. The raunchier he got, the harder I sucked. His filthy fuck-talk was about to send him over the edge . . . closer . . . closer . . . closer . . . and then . . . "Aaawww, FUCK! Suck it up you 'sum bitch - catch them motherfuckin' baby-bullets . . . you black fucking nigga-bitch . . take it . . . take it you jizz-lovin' CUM-WHORE! Aw, yeah . . . fucking yeah, buddy."
"Git naked boy and git your black ass in my bed," he said as the last few drops of cum leaked from his cock. "Daddy'll be in there shortly."
I quickly went to the bed where he no doubt fucked his wife and got under the covers. I lay there trembling as I listened to the sound of water running from the shower. The sound soon stopped and I heard heavy, booted footsteps as he made his approach. The flame from his lighter illuminated the darkly lit room as he fired up a cigarette. He stood there buck-fuckin' naked except for a pair of scuffed, worn cowboy boots. "Daddy wants to fuck his his lil' nigga boy's pussy," he whispered in my ear. That sound good to you, baby?" he asked.
"Yes sir," I quickly replied.
"Then suck my big white cock some more, boy - git it nice and stiff so I can stuff it inside that sweet black cunt of yours." He took one last drag off his smoke and then ordered me to lay on my back and spread my legs.
"I wanna eat it before I fuck it, baby - spread those black pussy lips for me, bitch." Soon his wet, slippery tongue was lapping at my rosebud, darting his tongue in and out quickly like a starving hummingbird feasting on a tasty flower. The feeling was fucking incredible. Matt's Dad lifted my hips off the bed and brought my ass up to his mouth for a closer feeding. He sucked and sucked and sucked . . . my pussyhole was on fire from the hot rimming the horny trucker was giving me. I just HAD to have his big, uncut dick inside me.
He stood at the side of the bed as I slicked up his mule cock with cornhusker's lotion; the throbbing pole bobbing and swaying as I carefully slathered on the grainy liquid. Throwing me on my back, he stopped to light a cigar and get himself in position. He then pushed against my tight rim and his big, pink-headed cock slowly inched its way inside my tight boy-hole.
"You like getting fucked by a big 'ole stogie-chompin' white man, don't you nigga-boy? Don't 'cha cocksucker?!" I squirmed underneath his hairy chest as he pushed harder and harder inside me. Smoke from the cigar filled the room as he thrust deeper and deeper. Beads of sweat poured off his body as he fucked in a rhythmic motion that had my skull bucking against the headboard.
"Take this DICK, boy," he bellowed. "Your white Daddy's gon' breed his cocksucking nigga slave."
Matt's old man fucked me so hard that night I lost consciousness temporarily - when I came to he lay next to me - a brew in one hand and a burning cigarette in the other.
"You may be my son's FRIEND, boy," he bellowed as he took a deep drag and exhaled a cloud of smoke in my direction. "But you'll be my NIGGA, you got that boy? - my private, personal cocksucking pussyboy." Believe me, I got it.
5 inch uncut black cock until my face was covered with come. I had never anticipated doing something like this,but was incredibly turned on by the sight of such a huge cock and felt I would probably never get the chance again. I enjoyed that first time and decide I wanted more. 5 inch cock.
My thoughts began to wander as the Sergeant went over how to fill out all of the Forms. I was impressed with this man. He had dark hair and eyes, and told us he was from Guam. I wondered if I had made the right choice about enlisting in the Army. I knew that it was going to be tough to be a Gay service member - I had lie to get in, but I wasn't sure how tough it was going to be.
I was outside of the museum writing in my journal when I noticed a rather peculiar cop biking around me. There usually isn't a guy who escapes my eye and I do love flirting with cops, sailors and firemen, but it is rare to find one returning the favor. I am a cute fella, but those guys are meant to be very ethical and serious about their jobs.
I went to a mens room at the end of the mall, that didn't get much traffic. The place was empty so I sat in the last stall which luckily had a large glory hole. I was sitting there for a few minutes when I heard the mens room door open. Someone came in and walked toward the stalls and entered the stall next to mine. I watched through the hole as he pulled down his pants and boxers. I said yeah.
One day at training a gym day was made compulsory for our 2 month training schedule before we went to south africa on an athletics tour in the summer of 99. A few of us had stayed extra hours (most of the other guys had left around 9pm). Watching Peter pump iron was so sexy, turning me on incredibly.
I was running in The Four by Hundred and Ten Yards Sprint Relay, the last track event of the afternoon. By the time that we got on the track most of the crowd and competitors had already gone home, the weather was so bad. I was running the second leg, so after the gun went off, I waited for my team mate to pass me the baton. When he did, I ran with the rain in my face making it difficult to see.
When I arrived in California, everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off rows of men. I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the time of my life.
The one I frequent closes at 1 AM on Tuesday morning. That means it's pretty slow late on Monday night, which is one of the times I always go. There are a dozen or so regulars who are on this schedule, plus the odd stranger who can't sleep. The place clears out by a quarter to one. I was running late, having done some extra work on my pride and joy - my chest. You can always tell the new ones.
He had only recently finished vet school and had moved to Montana to take over the practice of a retiring veterinarian, old Doc Johnson. Although Mitch was trained in large animal and livestock medicine, the whole idea of having a practice of his own in a whole new place was pretty overwhelming at first....
I am a horny morsel. I can't wait until I find the man I need. I have to feel a man next to me. I am wandering through the streets of Calgary. I feel the need, but there are no REAL men in sight. A few trolls peer out from behind the trees and stare at me through the cracks in stall doors. I wander uncontrollably. Searching. Always searching.
Not a stitch of hair on my body (I even shave all my hair around my penis). I was in the bathroom completely naked. I put lotion all over my white body. I was completely bare and soft. I went out to my big black friend who I have known for years. I always liked him but never told him that I was attracted to him. He is strong and alot bigger then I am. I am 6'1 and weight 220. His name is Joe.
As I drove by the adult bookstore, I noticed a really hot number get out of his pick up and head for the front door. The man was in his late-forties with blondish-grey hair & thick meaty arms. He was a short dude; about 5'6" with a dark blonde moustache and a solid stocky body and as he reached the door of the bookstore, he stopped to look up and down the street.
My first slave boy was a rare and wonderful find, and I'm forever grateful for the time we had together. The following is reminiscent of those days. He was the perfect little slave: preparing my meals, doing my laundry and playing the part of Daddy's cum slut so fabulously. I loved to hear him make noise, his enticingly feminine alto revealing his desire.
The little old ladies that worked at the Castro Street alterations shop knew their clientele: picky, exacting queens for the most part that wanted every garment to either hide a flaw or accentuate an asset. In my case, I always had them take in the seat & legs as I spend way too much time in the gym doing squats to cover up the results in an ill-fitting outfit.
Only last week did I once again buy the required tokens to cruise the peep show booths. It seemed funny to be walking the boards once again, posing and keeping an eye cocked for an interested party. As any veteran of the stalls will tell you, good fortune can come at the most unexpected times.
Occasionally I had seen him here at the gym, I knew not his name or his address, but I knew I adored him. He normally seemed to go at a different time to me; I prefer to exhaust myself last thing at night. Usually I exercised in solitude, now there was another in the otherwise quiet, empty gymnasium.
Joe lubes the plug and a finger. Joe works the lube into is waiting asshole and wonders what would Tony's cock feel like. Joe slow inserts the plug feeling his muscular ass tense and as the plug pulls into place deep in his hole. Joe pulls on his underwear then pulls them off and pulls on a jockstrap. Tony misses his pickup but it will not be back from the body shop for several days.
Sick of only having been with men who wanted to blow me, I finally find an online date who is into some anal action, but he wants to fuck me and I was never a bottom... before...
Ha. I didn't believe him. Most men moan whenever having sex. In fact, according to my knowledge, every man and woman moans during sex, right? I could be wrong, but I knew he, of all people, was a moaner in bed. I knew it, because I'd always hear him moaning when he was in the bathroom masturbating. Even with the shower on, I could still hear him moan. So my roommate was a liar.
This was a time of new experiences and lots of changes for me. I rather quickly fell into a routine and got involved in numerous activities at school. While working on the school paper, I met a girl who I was very attracted to. Barb was blonde, buxomy and really quite bright. We hit it off very well and soon became best friends. Eventually our relationship grew to include a healthy sex life.
As I came I felt myself dirty, thinking about so kind of sex. I decided to go to by some cigarettes in the store close to my house. I went out in shorts and t-shirt, which I wore at home. I was still pretty far from the gas station store, but I could see, that they are working these two guys from Tunizia. Closer I've got, more hard was my dick.
I'd done the right thing and agreed to go for a few beers after we'd finished the job, laying bricks in freezing weather seemed stupid to me but the boss had been sure the cement would dry, as he said maybe a million times during the day "it's cold boys, but it's dry so keep working".
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