Right now, I'm waiting for you. You're making your way down the hall. Your steps are decidedly strong. Purposeful. I know what you're expecting of me. I won't let you down. You open the door in the room next to mine. You unzip your jeans and massage your dick through your boxers. You brush past a spot of wet fabric. You realize that your oozing pre-cum. My mouth is starting to water.
I'm beginning to remember how you felt last time, sliding past my tonsils. The thought alone is enough to drive me up the wall. Sometimes, I wonder what your name is. Not that it'd matter much. I've already given my body to you numerous times. I'm sitting on the floor, staring at the hole in the wall. I'm patiently waiting for you to summon me.
"COME HERE." your voice booms through my room, breaking the sounds of pain & ecstasy that float from down the hall. I push myself up onto my knees & slowly move towards the hole in the wall. I use my phone to illuminate the small space I'm in. You've put your index finger through the hole. I put my mouth around it. you pull one finger back and then insert three.
"OPEN UP!" I open my mouth wider and you push further down my throat, burying your digits in my open, yielding throat. I cough and throw my head back, gasping for air. I was not ready for that sensation this soon. When I look back at the hole in the wall, your dick is hanging through, hard as steel.
9+ inches. Light-brown. Uncut. Mushroom head. Lots of veins. All I've seen of your body is your dick, your fingers, your balls, your abs & your pubic hair. I've often wondered what race you are. your skin tone doesn't tell me much about your ethnicity. Perhaps it's better that way. Dick is dick is dick is dick. Cum is cum is cum is cum. I intend to swallow it all. I quickly transform into a nympho. I lick up and down your shaft. Your skin is salty. It tastes good to me. I can tell that you haven't had a chance to shower this evening. Your crotch is musky, letting off smells of masculinity and virility. I focus on your dickhead, feverishly sucking & slurping. I feel the head of your dick expanding, growing to a monstrous size in my throat.
"PUT YOUR ASS AGAINST THE HOLE." I get up without resistance or hesitation. I know my place. I play the role I've been assigned to.
Having my asshole stretched & destroyed by an unknown assailant makes my prostate start to tingle with anticipation. I turn around and spread my ass. I put my twitching, throbbing hole against the open space that links me to the room you're in. I feel your tongue first. You lick around my boy pussy, teasing me in the slightest way. You tell me to push. I do as ordered. My boy pussy loosens as I flex my ass muscles. You start to lick the inside of my ass, getting every nook & cranny wet with your saliva. You wrap your lips around my booty-hole and suck on the inside of my cunt softly. You tongue fuck me as i moan like a bitch.
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.
I wasn't yet tired, but being in a relatively small town, there wasn't much open. I was feeling particularly horny, though, and I knew of a spot where guys hang out and cruise for sex. I wasn't too sure if anyone would be there this late at night, but my dick wasn't taking no for an answer, so I went anyway.
I noticed my shoe lace was undone, so I bent over and tied it. Then I felt something touching my ass. I quickly jumped up and saw a huge overweight man feeling my ass. He said. "You want some?" I was shocked, but also horny. My cock started to go stiff. I said. "What do you mean?" He then handed me a card from his pocket. It had an address on it, and It looked really professional too. I w.
Alan opened one eye and squinted across the room. Kevin stirred and rolled from his bed and stumbled to his chest of drawers at the foot of his bed to turn it off. Alan's jangled nerves smoothed with the silence that followed. Alan watched him unobserved. Alan knew, however, that looks were deceiving.
"Good morning Matt," Andre said. Matt's knees buckled hearing the doctor's deep Russian accent. "Are you okay Matt?" I told him that I was, annoyed that he would always turn me into a nervous teenager. Matt reached down and adjusted his hardened cock so it wasn't too obvious.
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.
I had little money, however could usually find a good time wherever I went. The two mates I was traveling with had been together for a couple of months when I joined them about six weeks ago and we all got on well together. Michael was from southern England and was a good looking guy with the usual smooth pale skin, sandy hair and good body, as he played a lot of soccer at home.
I was 29 and living in Huntington, West Virginia. It's a city of 60,000 or so on the Ohio river near where West Virginia, Kentucky, and Ohio meet. I was "between" lovers that summer and went out to the gay men's clubs fairly frequently. This black cop pulls me over. He jokes about me not having scored this night and then tells me he will change that.
Since I worked during the day I took night classes and on this night I attended my Humanities class, when class was over I didn't feel like going home so I stopped by the liquor store and picked up a six pack of beer. I went driving around going nowhere in particular, and soon found myself way out of town.
I really wanted to have sex with a black guy, but I never had the opportunity. I hang with black guys, but they are all straight. I love cock. I met Leon through these same friends of mine at a barbecue. He was somehow related to one the guys I hang out with. He was six foot two and weighed about 200 lbs. He was very built and had dreads in his hair which was a major turn on.
Lately I had been spending as much time on my asshole as I had been working on my cock. There is nothing sweeter for me then when I finger fuck myself and I had been using the long, cock sized handle I had taken from a small garden tool.
First of all I am lucky that I get alot of attention from men. I have a smooth trim body from alot of swimming,dancing and aerobics in college. I have an awesome ass, round smooth and shapely. I love showing it off and knowing that I can get a man's dick to rise in their pants. At the time I was living in a upstairs apartment.
I only attended school for a half a day in my senior year, having taken as many extra courses as was permitted. There was an adult movie theatre in town (in those days they showed the old "nudie cuties" but they were very exciting to an eighteen year old with a perpetual erection.
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.
I was 18 at the time. I was rather small for my age, skinny and looked rather girlish. There was of course nothing wrong with the male parts of my body. I had evolved like any other boy of my age. The only thing that bothered me was the lack of body hair. I wasn't part of any of the sports teams but was part of the gymnastic team, which was seen by the other boy as being for girls.
"GRAB YOUR ANKLES." I stand up straight & reposition myself for balance's sake. I grab my ankles and push my asshole upward.
"THAT'S WHAT THE FUCK I'M TALKING ABOUT." you spit in my crack of my ass. I feel it drip down my backside and land on the underside of my ball-sack. You spit again, this time into your hand. you set one finger on my hole and push lightly. I open up & feel you sink deep into the darkness of my ass. You remove your finger and spit on your hand again. You put 2 fingers in my ass and find my spot. Everyone has a spot.
You stroke my spot, wildly at first and then with some restraint. You remember that playing inside of my ass is a surefire way to make me cum & neither of us want that. Not yet, at least. you tell me to turn around and put my mouth back to the hole. i do as told. your fingers return to the back of my throat. Then, I put my asshole back up to the small opening between the two rooms. You put 4 fingers inside of me, widening my sphincter. The back of my legs are wet with booty juice. You bite my ass-cheeks and spank me.
"GRAB YOUR ANKLES AGAIN." once I grab my ankles for the second time, I feel your girth testing my boy pussy. You push a few times, hoping to separate the smooth, tight layers of skin that keep you out. No luck. You exert force again, reckless fumbling your way inside of me. It hurts. It always hurts at first. I'm warm and wet. You're hard and unrelenting. You stroke me back and forth. as you pull out of my pussy, my sphincter sucks you back in. I'm gripping every inch, savoring every thrust.
You pull out of me. My legs are shaking. You kneel and suck on my open, wet hole. I come undone for the first time. You love seeing my asshole tense up & squirt, don't you? You stand back up and reenter my wetness, this time sliding past my second hole & hitting the bottom of my ass. I yelp and jerk forward. You resurface, pulling all 9 inches out of my cunt.
"YOU RUNNING?" I tell you that it's been a minute since I submitted to a man. You put your dickhead against my hole and work your way back inside. This time, I expect the pain that follows. You bottom out in my ass.
"YOU LIKE THE WAY DADDY DIGS THAT BOOTY-HOLE OUT? IMMA MAKE THAT PUSSY SQUIRT ALL OVER MY DICK."
I cautiously move backwards onto your thick uncut member, causing my to asshole relax and eventually gape. The friction we're creating feels like heaven. You're hammering my hole, throwing your weight right down the center of my body. You're touching the very bottom of my open booty-hole. I feel you penetrating my cunt, causing my pelvic floor muscles to spasm and stutter.4
"UNLOCK YOUR DOOR." that's new. You've never entered my room. Ii've never entered yours.
I do as told. You exit your room. Once you enter mine, I try to catch a glimpse of your face but I can't. You have a black hoodie on. In fact, all of your clothes are still on. Your cock is hanging out through the hole in the front of your boxers. You maneuver behind me.
"GET ON YOUR HANDS & KNEES. ARCH YOUR BACK AND PUT THAT ASS HIGH IN THE AIR." you push my shoulders lower, attempting to adjust the position I've ended up in to your liking.
"GOOD!" you rub the head of your dick up & down my boy pussy and then you push deep inside of me. You beat my ass up again. 3 inches in. 2 inches out. 6 inches in. 4 inches out. 8 inches in. 3 inches out.
"SQUIRT FOR ME." I've been trying to hold it in but I can't anymore. I tell you that I can't contain it. You tell me to push it out, simultaneously continuing to ravage my tender walls with deep, powerful blows. I push it out. A sticky, clear fluid coats your dick and rests in your pubic hair. Your lips return to my asshole, sucking my sweet booty juice out, rendering me clean.
You flip me over. I am on my back. You lift my legs up, high above your shoulders. You push down and I realize that my knees are on my chest with my feet dangling over your muscular back. I refocus on your face but the darkness in the room prohibits me from seeing anything. You sink deep into my cunt, gravity working in your favor. You fall into my body repeatedly, bruising my boy-cunt. You're raping my hole. I grip your dick, begging for your sperm.
"YOU WANT MY NUT? WANT ME TO BUST THAT NUT?" I do. The explosion comes next. You shoot 4 ropes of cum deep into my butt, flooding my canal with cream. I can tell that it's thick and gooey. You continue fucking me, glazing the inside of my wrecked hole with your seed.
You pull out and stand up. I gather my bearings and balance myself on my knees. you push my head until it rests on the wall behind me. Your dick enters my mouth. I taste a mixture of cum, salt and ass juice. You savagely fuck my throat.
"YOU LIKE THE WAY YOU TASTE?" I tell you that I do. With that, you zip up & leave. I'm left on the floor with the taste of my asshole in my mouth and an empty feeling in my stomach. I wonder when i'll see you again... or if i ever will. That thought passes as i imagine all of the different dicks i can suck & fuck until our next meeting. There's nothing better than dick. Specifically, there's nothing better than new dick.
Can you guess which ones are almost real? I like to fantasize about sex with two guys. One is Josh. He is younger than me, looks about sixteen or seventeen, but of legal age. His hair is brown and short and he has dark eyes. His shoulders are narrow and his long body is slender.
Like a million other college kids of my age. So, what happened was this. I do a lot of stuff with conservation, don't laugh, save the planet, that kind of stuff, and I volunteered to go with a buddy of mine, John, to do some monitoring of moths in a local woodland. Usually, I sleep like a log, but I am not used to having someone else so close to me as John and I were in our tent.
In my senior year I decided I would try out for football. I did so cause I had done just about everything else and there were some really hot guys I thought I could connect with. One hot classmate in particular had told me I should try out and I did so cause there seemed to be a promise of some hot times to come. Anyway, I went to the tryouts and the coach ended up accepting me.
As I was driving out, I was hailed by a pedestrian in Marine uniform who asked directions. Since I was heading towards the same destination, I offered a lift. He accepted. As he got out of the car, he thanked me and I told him he was welcome. He then surprised me by asking if I was sure.
"Arrrrgh, that hurts coach. it hurts!!!!. " But my moans only fueled Coach Johnson's determination as he worked the tennis racquet handle into my tight young ass. He knew these were not moans of pain. they were moans of pleasure, and he had been listening to them for nearly a month now. Oh how my life had changed in that month.
My first in 12 weeks since being "trained" here at the Marine Base in San Diego. My first liberty in all that time, period. It has been damn tough on my libido. I'm a horny guy but to be cooped up with a bunch of other Marines in a barracks was pure hell. No privacy of any kind; not a chance to beat off a load. The showers were pure agony. I had to be careful about soaping up my privates.
True story from my experiences in a gay sauna. After undressing and wrapping a towel around my waist, I went downstairs for some hardcore cruising. This late 20s well-built black guy catches my eye. I want him, lets see if I can get him to fuck me.
Back in the mid-west town where I grew up, there was no such thing as peep show booths. Yet there I was, walking the streets of downtown San Diego, my cock drooling and the need to jack off. I stepped inside and instantly smelled the disinfectant. As I put my dollars in the token machine I began to second guess if my aroused state was worth being there. No matter.
I was lucky they added the class to the schedule. It filled up the gap in my schedule. I cut class on the day I added it. I was not ready for it or what was in store for me. My first day in MATH 115 went by smoothly. We had a Graduate Assistant for a teacher. He had blonde hair and a nice ass.
I like it there because they have a free pool table and it's a great way to meet people without having to take them home first. So as I was lining up my shot, I noticed that at the other end of the bar, tucked away in the corner behind the stairs was an old fashioned barber chair and sitting in it was a man with the hugest dick I'd ever seen. It must have been 10 inches.
As I have grown older, the nights have left me more restless. Not only was I restless, but also my cock was stirring in my briefs. That's not too bad for a guy of sixty-five. Most of my life I have known I was different. In my senior years, I have become more and more attracted to men. Just to lie naked next to a man with my eyes closed and kiss him deep and fondle his cock and balls.
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.
Call him what you will - cock, prick, pecker, cherry-capped dangler, knobbly ape - he is the source of most of the pleasure of my waking hours. And in fact of many of my sleeping hours too. I swear he never sleeps. How many times do I wake up to find him up and throbbing, stabbing the mattress, demanding my attention once more? He is so faithful. Sometimes I chide him gently.
See, I'm bisexual, and most of the time I'm primarily attracted to women. But when I want good, hot sex without all the baggage, I like a nice juicy cock between my lips. So with a raging hardon in my pants, I headed for the nearby adult bookstore that I knew had gloryholes. I don't know what it is about sex through a gloryhole that's such a turn-on for me.
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.
I was almost 30. I'd say my sexual orientation was now publicly: straight, privately: gay as fuck. I'd date girls because I did enjoy having regular sex. Girls did turn me on, but it was really for appearances. It was kind of a lie, but a fun lie.
the fact that he was 23 years old, and an Italian cugine from Staten Island kept more than the merchandise he was buying on my mind, but I didn't think anything would come of it, since from all reports, he was a real straight arrow. Nice Guy, I was gonna make a play for him. I made a big deal about one gay computer service I'm on, and finally maneuvered him into asking what was on it.
I try to keep fit and think I look younger than my 38 years - though I don't think it would matter too much if I didn't. Young chinese gays are only too willing to have sex with "gweilos" the local term for Europeans - the word means "foreign devils" but no-one takes offence at it.
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