For as long as Jerome could remember, he had been told that the White Man ruled the world. He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him.
Jerome longed to be close to them. He spent many hours daydreaming about what it would be like to have a white boy's cock inside of his mouth and ass. Oh, what Jerome would give to be a slave on a plantation in the Old South, tied to his young master's bed -- forced to suck off his master's white cock early in the morning. His young white master would use Jerome's black ass in the evening to work out his teenaged sexual frustrations and experiment with the mysteries of eroticism and manhood.
"That's what black bodies are for," Jerome said to himself, "to be white boys' cum buckets." Jerome loved to read about slave accounts in history books where grown black slave women were used at will by their white overseers and masters. He envisioned hard white cocks invading black pussies, fucking those black women and filling them with the white man's sperm. When he hung out with his white buddies in school and daydreamed of how they would turn on him and force him to his knees to suck their white cocks and rape his tight black ass -- and then piss all over his body. He wanted so badly to be raped by a gang of white boys, to smell their bodies as they fucked his face and took turns plowing into his ass.
He let his pants sag as he walked down the hall in school. He acted cool about it -- nonchalant -- as if this were the style and established him as being "hard." But deep down inside he enjoyed the thought of white boys being able to take a peek at the curves of his ass, under his tight boxer shorts. He was aroused by the thought of his black ass being inspected by white boys for approval.
One day a white boy would pass him in the hall and call him "Nigger." The boy spat all over his face. A glob of the white boy's slime ran down the side of Jerome's face. Although Jerome balled up his fists and called the boy a "white muthafucker," and threatened to kick the boy's ass after school, Jerome secretly got a hard-on and spent weeks masturbating over the incident as he replayed the scene in his mind at night while he was lying alone in his bed. In his mind he could still taste the white boy's spit. He could hear the white boy calling him "nigger." Such thoughts drove him to repeated fits of shame and orgasm.
One day Mike, one of Jerome's white buddies, invited him to the basement of his home. They talked for awhile, got slightly drunk and watched porn flicks. Next thing the two boys knew they were in their boxer shorts, pretending to be professional wrestlers. Mike, the white boy, was pretty good. He got on top of Jerome, establishing supremacy over the boy, and pinned him down quickly. Maybe it was because Jerome had too much to drink. As the white boy lay on top of Jerome the boy's cock began to swell. It got harder and harder until it escaped the boy's boxer shorts and rubbed against Jerome's black body.
The white boy's face reddened. Both boys were too embarrassed to say anything and too drunk to really care. It didn't take long for Jerome's black cock to get just as hard and rub submissively and receptively against the white boy's throbbing manhood. Both boys thought to themselves, "This is some gay shit," and hesitated, but the feeling was just too damn good. The boys continued to rub up against each other, the white boy holding the black boy's shoulders down and humping between the boy's thighs. Jerome felt like a slave being raped by his master.
I drove downtown, planning on goinog to a theater I knew of. As I drove past, looking for a parking spot, I saw a closed sign in the lobby. Being that it wasn't quite 2 am, I was surprised as I thought it was a 24 hour theater. On my way home, I took a wrong turn (I always get lost downtown) and ended up in a part of the city I'd never been before.
Cum lined the inside of my throat and the cock in my mouth was about ready to give me another tasty load. But I was getting bored and I wanted to go back to the gay bar and have guys buy me more drinks. I was coming down from the beers I had earlier. The man standing in front of me let out a soft moan as I sqweezed on his suddenly twitching member. The man left and I decided to go too.
During pledging I get to suck dick, have my dick sucked and start a wonderful time at college. Never thought I would agree to being fucked and together with a frat brother fuck one woman, but I dont regret a minute of all that hot sex in college!
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.
He was a bodybuilder from Houston. Guess I'll be visiting Houston in the future! So how did you meet them at the Habana Inn? Is that a gay place? What did the men look like? What did you do interesting, sexually? Did it all! I go there from time to time. Yes, it is a (notorious) gay hotel, situated within walking distance to 4 or 5 gay bars or clubs. There's everything there. Hmmm. wow.
I was sitting in my room flipping the channels looking for something good on. I was so bored, there was nothing to do. I was home alone because my parents went up North for the weekend and left me to take care of the cats. I went downstairs and got something to eat. I started making a sandwich, and I heard the doorbell ring. Who could that be I thought to myself.
My friend Harvey picked me up at the gas station just after 10 that special morning. After filling up my tank, I drove over to park beside his pickup truck. I got out of my car and walked around his truck. Getting into the cab, I slid in to sit on the seat besides him. After saying a few words, he started the engine and we drove down the road heading to our favorite place, the park.
I had always had my eye on Adrian but l just didn't think he was interested. We were to find out that we both liked kissing, sucking, and fucking. My cock was so hard it could explode. All this action and in front of others as well.
We get along very well and often joke that if he were gay, we'd be a couple. He's a hot guy in my eyes, mid 30s, 6 foot, 180, very hairy chest and belly (slight beer belly), doesn't work out but plays sports and has an average build. One night we went to a party and got rather drunk, because his place was within walking distance and neither of us could drive he invited me to spend the night.
"What's wrong," I ask him. "I come home from a long hard day of work to a fucking pig sty," he screams. "The place isn't that bad, I was in the middle of cleaning when you decided to come in acting like a god damn fool," I yell back. He goes down the hall into the bedroom and slams the door. I follow briskly behind. "Where are you going," he asked me. "Somewhere far away from you," I snapped.
I was not having a good day, and the fact that this dump truly stunk was not making it any better. Added to that was that the bad neighborhood compelled me to park my new car in a pay lot, I was running late to meet my friend's bus, and I was busting to take a crap. Walking to the arrival schedule, I saw Dave's bus was going to be about a half hour late. "Great," I thought, open crapping.
Gus started working for in the summer term of this year. He is one cute guy. He is about 5'10 black hair brown eyes and about 180 lbs. one day I started hitting on one and he was like what the fuck are you doing I told him nothing. and he said why I said I will give u all the water you want after you strip for me and let me suck your dick. in your case probably about 30 seconds.
He had a hiker heading to New Orleans, and he was going to Denver. I was going to Jackson, and agreed to take the hiker that far. We stopped and he got in my truck. Brown curly hair swept across his face, and his body was firm and compact. He was 18 years old and this had been his first time away from home.
It's the place to be when your feeling nasty! Last Saturday around midnight, I was buzzed just the right amount and was horny as Hell. I drove over to the health club on the east side and upon pulling into the parking I noticed a lot of cars, meaning hot action! I pushed the buzzer to enter and finally the door opened to let me in. I say men off in the distance looking me over.
We are both insatiable cocksuckers - always hungry for a nice big cock to plow our mouths and boypussies. David was telling me he really wanted to get fucked, so I told him to say hi to my extremely hot and hung friend Ed who was also online at time. They decided to get together even though Ed also had another friend named Scott on his way over. Scott is great-looking. It's a hot scene.
for a little fun and games. This is the story of my last trip there this past May. My flight was late, as usual, so I didn't get into the theatre until after 10:00 pm. Didn't really matter as there was not much activity happening. I went to both rooms showing videos and watched each for a short period and also checked out the men who were there. He was a talented cocksucker.
My name is Marco; I'm 20 years old, 5'11" tall with red hair and green eyes. I'm not what you would call handsome but I make a reasonable living as a photographic model working mainly for mail order catalogues and have modelled everything skiwear to thongs (I have quite a healthy package between my legs so I get to model quite a bit of underwear).
When we first met, we briefly toyed with the idea of moving in together but soon learned that the only thing we had in common was sex. Once we established we were better pals than lovers, we would get together about twice a month & to fuck our brains out, all in the name of friendship! I'm not in love with Rick. I'm in lust with the man.
Actually, he wasn't as much looking as forward to the practice as the fact that he was going to be with Jeremy. He got there a bit early. He had arranged a few kids who were really good and sexy (though he hadn't said that) at baseball to help him on a Saturday. He was in his ball clothes, so he went straight to the field to start.
Some rams ignore the female sheep and like to hump other rams. Big dogs do it to little dogs and sometimes even the other way around. It is usually a sign of dominance; for one male to show dominance over another. With that knowledge it would be no surprise to know that homosexuality exists in the world where humans and animals are combined. There were many other men there besides him.
I was a sophomore in high school and on the varsity track team. One day near the end of practice I did some sprints to loosen my legs. Suddenly I felt a knot in the back of my leg and I fell to the track in pain. Two of my teammates helped me to the side of the track. My coach came over and asked what happened, apparently he hadn't seen. "OK, up to the trainer's office.
That would include cleaning tables in the dining room, washing dishes or sweeping and mopping the floors. One of my assistants hired a 18 year old black boy named Dontazz. I had seen him a few times, but had never actually worked with him. Dontazz worked nights and I worked days. I was just getting off work and went into the bathroom before leaving. It's eight inches long when it's soft.
He told his parents he was leaving for California to become a model. Eric was a sweet guy, not one of those that think of cock and sex all the time. Two days had passed, just waiting there in that small mountain resort, waiting for a trucker going to California. Finally he was lucky in more sense than one.
The School of Science was putting on a play by their drama department. I am in my late twenties and work in the community. The son of some friends of the family was in the play. I thought he could use the support. As I took my seat, a line of teenagers took the row in front of me. One of the guys was a black kid was the prettiest features I have ever seen.
The white boy arched up on his elbows, thrusting his raging red cock in the black boy's face. "Eat it," the white boy hissed. When Jerome hesitated, the white boy grabbed him by the back of his nappy head and forced his cock between Jerome's thick lips. "I said, `eat it,' boy."
Jerome felt the white boy's cock filling his mouth. The white boy held him by his ears and thrust is cock in the black boy's mouth over and over again. The white boy moaned from the pleasure of having the boy's thick black lips wrapped around his throbbing manhood. He began alternating between slow grinding motions, rubbing his pubes in Jerome's face, and making quick hard thrusts deep down the black boy's throat. Jerome gagged as the white boy mercilessly invaded his mouth with his cock.
He tasted the salty and lightly sweet nectar of the white boy's pre-cum and it oozed on Jerome's tongue. "Suck that cock for me," the boy hissed, "Nigger lip it." Saliva oozed from the sides of Jerome's mouth as the white boy's cock pummeled his face. Just when it seemed that the white boy was about to blow he yanked his cock out of the black boy's mouth and pulled himself up to a squatting position.
"Turn over," the boy demanded.
Jerome rolled on his belly. The white boy yanked Jerome's boxer shorts down, revealing the boy's firm bubble butt black ass. "Oh yeah," the white boy hissed, "You're really gonna get it now."
He rammed his cock inside of Jerome's tight ass. The black boy let out a sharp cry of pain. He scrunched his face in agony. The white boy didn't care. He thrust his cock in the Jerome's ass again and again. "Take my cock, nigger," the white boy said scowling. Jerome's eyes grew wide. A small diamond stud reflected light and glistened against the boy's brown earlobe. His thick moist lips hung in an open pout. The white boy continued to hump inside the boy's black ass. The mattress squeaked under the thrusts of the boy's attack. The white boy's face looked tense with anger and aggression. It was as though something had snapped inside of him and all of his pent up feelings were rushing out. Jerome propped his body up on his elbows while the white boy tore into his ass -- making the black boy groan painfully; a look of shock covered his dark face.
"Take that white cock you fuckin' nigger. You aren't so proud now, huh?"
The black boy's body bobbed up and down as the white boy used him mercilessly. Jerome's cock was rock hard against his belly. He closed his eyes and bit his lip while the white boy fucked him without apology.
Jerome felt the boy grow tense. The white boy let out a deep groan. Thick, warm cum filled Jerome's ass. Jerome's own cock exploded with orgasmic pleasure, creating a pool of cum under the boy's belly. The white boy collapsed on top of him, his hair a stringy, sweaty mob on the side of Jerome's face. The white boy drooled on Jerome's cheek as his cock continued to leak cum into the boy's black ass. Both boys lay on the bed breathing heavily.
Since I was quite attractive, with not such a great face, but with a wonderful bod which I'd show off in tight tight pants with no underwear, I used to get a lot of sexual offers. I started my sexual career when I was thirteen in a manner I might someday relate here. I was hitch-hiking in South Carolina.
Much as I hate the chore itself, after-hours at the local laundromat MORE than compensate for the inconvenience!! The owner is a Korean guy named Kim, a short, slim, but solid little fellow in his early 50s. His jet black hair is flecked with grey, and that, combined with his bifocals, gives him a very distinguished, scholarly look. Kim puts on the radio, and Korean music starts playing.
No, no, you should know now that yes, you're right. There are a few, and a very few, people who absolutely adore this job. I always thought that about the best job you get must be to work at a movie theater. Well, certainly there are better. This is just the best job you can get where the ticket prices do not apply to you. I'm Aidan, as my name badge says.
He was an adult now and he wanted to celebrate his new adulthood. He could now finally buy liquor and frquent adult establishments. For years as a teen, he'd browsed out the car window at the porno shops and adult theatres as the family drove by. The boy walked into the aging building.
The students and faculty are gone for vacation and only half of the staff works during the summer. The college dorms are used for visiting groups and high-school camps of various kinds. I went to the library basement rest room to take a piss, not expecting to see anyone there. I'd love to suck on it.
I had been in Europe for a couple of weeks already, and I had to make a stop in Basel, Switzerland as I had promised some friends back in Ann Arbor that I would. The trip across northern Alp ranges in southern Germany was pleasant. Fortunately, that did not include me. One was certainly correct, but not two....
Of course, I'd wanted to go to a City, but as the spring moved along, I realized I'd be lucky to go anywhere. Finally, I was offered a job in a small South Dakota town. Right on the edge of nowhere at all, population 3,200. I'd be teaching Freshman and Junior English, geography, U. S. Just a small U-Haul.
Will and Harry were lovers and both had a younger brother each. As they catch the little bros having sex, they decide it is a great opportunity to join. This is going to be one hot foursome.
Bogey could only look forward to Friday! He was tall, 6' 1" a solid 220 pounds of former college line-backer. Bogey was furry; hairs curling out of his open shirt collar and his sleeves. He had a short but flat top in mixed salt & pepper. Bogey's nuts ached. It had been DAYS since he had shot a load. On Friday he was going to an all male camp and looked forwared to sucking and fucking like crazy.
Nothing excites me more than servicing the cocks of straight men. If the man I'm blowing has kids - a true breeder - that is the ultimate thrill for me. This is a true story of one occasion when I was fortunate enough to get a young straight stud to fuck my mouth. About seven years ago I was driving around. It was early summer, but quite hot. I picked him up and engaged him in conversation.
I was horny as hell, but a trip to the back room wasn't even worth the effort it took to get past the groping hands. What Frankfurt lacked in European beauty, it made up for in good gay bars - with lots of US Military attendance. The Army crowd often took notice of my tall, muscled, frame. They must have come into the bar while I was in back. John was up for another beer and I ordered him one.
Having a bird's-eye view of the assorted fat guys meant enjoying an interesting perspective of the rounded bellies below. I was getting tired of standing there and considering a trip to the Food Fair when an impressively developed specimen came into my view. My eyes followed him to the escalator....
I prefer the shy nice-looking "geek-type", they really get me revved up. I never really had any social problems in school. I was a little quiet compared to the jocks that had big heads and big mouths; neither of which were ever put to use in something really worthwhile, if you know what I mean. I could take care of myself, I'm a big guy at 5'8" and 170 pounds of beef and muscle.
I parked went in, relieved myself, and saw a note on the wall, check out the little red pickup in the lot. As I left I saw a red pickup parked near by with a man sitting in it. I walked over that way, turned and walked slowly by, very close. The man was smiling at me and I smiled back, then looked down in the open drivers window to see his hand holding a very nice big cock.
It made his blood boil, and anything that did that was all he asked out of life. His life as a diplomatic courier had put his life at risk a number of times, just like tonight. A dim image of his steel grey eyes reflected back from the porthole of the ocean liner as he gazed out at the churning sea.
I had stumbled upon them after taking a job in this city, and being out cruising. The circuit of streets that fronted them was a busy nighttime car cruising location. The route ran past the pines under the highway down the waterfront and then turned back to return about three quarters of mile away. I'd had some luck cruising this stretch, having the odd encounter.
for a little fun and games. This is the story of my last trip there this past May. My flight was late, as usual, so I didn't get into the theatre until after 10:00 pm. Didn't really matter as there was not much activity happening. I went to both rooms showing videos and watched each for a short period and also checked out the men who were there. He was a talented cocksucker.
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.
His warm fingers were wrapped around mine, and the excitement was electric. We were doing something supremely arousing, and really enjoying it. Larry was my age, mid-30s, and we'd known each other for years. In fact, we and our wives had often had dinner together, eating out or at one of our homes.
My dick was limp now, but it was wet, and sticky. It was Friday night. A basketball game at school. I'm a passer, but for the first time in my life, I was a shooter. I shot the winning basket and the crowd went wild. Trace Sanders smirks at me as we head for the locker room. Trace is the usual star of the team. We're both Juniors, 18 years old. There's been a little competition between us.
All of the scarce wildlife had already disappeared into the shady alcoves along the stretch of beach. I had located a shady isolated picnic area on the tourist map, which had to be around here somewhere. After stumbling through some bushes and an overgrown footpath, I eventually found the picnic area. There was a little braai area and some crude benches.
The cordless phone haphazardly lying right next to me in bed rudely awakened me. Not the sound you want to hear after a long hard night of partying with the boys. Not out of the norm for a 21-year-old college student, "Hello"? I grumbled into the receiver. "Wake up Collin, it's 11 o'clock for God's sake!" Ryan said jokingly. I slipped off my CK's and started the water. Fuck, I needed that.
I'd gotten an assignment from my editor on the school paper to do a story on the teen Runaways seeking fame and fortune in Hollywood. While I was hanging out at Oki-Dog, I ran into Scotty. He was a cute young kid who claimed 18, but looked much younger. I bought him dinner. I even believed some of it.
I was the typical queer, I excelled at everything a boy shouldn't excel at and hated gym class. I resented everything about gym: the goddamn blue uniforms we had to wear, the prepubescent boys trying to out-jock each other, I even hated shower time. During showers, the boys would have to strip down to their nakedness and use soap.
The fellow mentioned is George Jones (honest , but not The George Jones. George was my introduction to sexual bliss while I was in that area, a sort of " country rake " known by one & all if you needed to get a blow job from 'heaven'. that was Georges' specialty, and he was known far & wide there abouts. I didn't know it then, but this was one of Georges' favorite 'pick-up' places.
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.
This guy seemed so nice and he was nothing but a gentleman. It wasn't until I told him about my submissive side that he even began to act this way. We exchanged phone numbers and about 5 minutes later I received a call from him. "Pete this is Dan," he said, and I got butterflies. I knew we would meet that night. I want you to get your ass over here right now so you can get to work on my dick.
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