Driving in the pre-dawn darkness, my stomach suddenly rumbled. Damn, I was hungry & if I'm a grouch getting up this early for work, I pity the poor folks that would have to work with me if I was sleepy & hungry! While my slowly awakening mind was processing all of this, I noticed a brightly lit shop with a flickering neon sign that said "Dad's Donuts" & below that "Open 24-Hours."
Donut Hole
Beach Fuck
When I got up even closer to him to pass by, however, all rational thought left my head. He was even more of a stud than I could have hoped for! I probably was staring at him with my mouth hanging open because he gave me a smile that was sweet & lewd at the same time. He cupped his hairy left tit with his hand & gave it a squeeze, winked at me then turned around & headed into the bushes. He didn't even glance back to see if I was following him; he knew that I was after him like a lost puppy--my afternoon plans completely forgotten. As I trailed him, I held my pack in front of my straining shorts. He led me deeper into the brush until we came across a clearing that was private. I walked up to him nervous as hell but equally horny.
Couture
It takes a lot of self control to raise those massive fuzzy legs & spread his meaty buns for a long tongue fucking without wrinkling the suit or shirt...it 's also a challenge to keep my mouth wide open & tongue fully extended as he jerks off his fat veiny prick because I have to catch every last drop of bull cream that comes flying out of that cock--I wouldn't dare ruin my favorite black-label Versace tie by having it splattered with that creamy beige jizz load & who in their right mind would let such a tasty treat go to waste anyway?
Curiosity Killed The Cat
The bell tinkled timorously as I entered. The place was deserted, apart from the bric-a-brac, jumble, assorted umbrella-stands, landscape paintings, mainly of rustic barns with obligatory wagon-wheels leaning against barndoors and phallic silos, erect against September skies. I looked closer at one. A farmboy carrying an empty wooden bucket, inviting the viewer to join him into the dark straw-covered interior inside.
Backroom
I took a bottle of poppers out of my pocket and looked at him to see if he wanted some. He nodded assent and I put the opened bottle up to one nostril as I pressed the other gently closed. He inhaled, his eyes half shut. I switched nostrils and he inhaled again. I looked at him as I drew deeply from the bottle myself and he looked back at me, giving me just the barest hint of a smile, mostly in his eyes. Nothing cocky or nervous about it, just a recognition that we were two guys with compatible desires. He wanted a blow job; I wanted to suck dick. That's why we were there at the International Stud that free market in cocks and mouths how we had come together for this brief second of our separate lives.
The Business Man Goes Cruising In The Park
Now that the park was empty, I had my choice of spots. I pulled in to the closest to the other car, killed the engine, and got out. The guy had sat down at a table near his car, and was smoking and reading the newspaper, every so often casting a look in my direction. I wasn't sure at first if he was there for the same thing I was, but then he started subtly groping his crotch, letting me know what he was after.
Sucking Cocks At Adult Theater
After a few min. a short man got up from the row in front of me and moved back to the seat next to me. He immediately reached over and grabbed my exposed cock and began gently playing with it and stroking it. I reached for his and found a short one about 2" long! I played with the head a bit then as I ran my finger down to his balls, but instead I found a very tight wet pussy! This was a first for me and I spent about 15 minutes finger fucking his/her pussy as well as caressing the head of his cock while he continued to stroke me until I came in his hand. He licked his hand clean, then got up and left, never saying a word! I leaned back with a limp cock in my lap and watched the movie for a while feeling pretty satisfied with the evening.
Cock-Driven Examination
He didn't respond. I pried his legs open a little further but there was no objection from him. My senses became alive and alert, I was taking orders from my penis and not my brain, but the lack of opposition from Mike, spurred me on. I reached between his legs and curled my fingers around his hairy balls, as I stretched them back and gave them a massage, Mike let his head fall onto the bench, giving his approval by thrusting his arse out further, just an inch or two away from my face. I could smell the musky scent of sweat and his arsehole. It turned me on even more. Letting go of his balls, I grabbed his cheeks and pushed them open before burying my face in his arse, my nose rubbed along his sweaty crack and my tongue hungrily licked around his arsehole.
Flyin High
Being a Mid-westerner, I was taught never to be pushy or demanding; always open doors for anyone behind me, and give the choicest picks to everyone else. Including plane seats. First class is just a plain old waste of money by the standards of a Minnesotan and not wanting to be noticed, I pick the very last seat on the plane. It reminded me of when I always sat in the back of the school bus -- where every bump and pothole felt like the Grand Canyon.
Anonymous Alley Encounter
I heard him unzip his pants and slip on a condom. He grabbed my hips, stuck a rather thing prick between my cheeks and pressed in. His head popped into my ass and he kept on going. At least eight inches slid into my ass before I felt his balls against my ass. He then started sliding in and out of me with wild abandon. His hands stayed on my hips as he pulled me against him. His pubic hair scratched my ass as did the zipper from his jeans. He fucked me hard. My hands stayed on the wall, as I pushed my ass against him to take him as deep as I possibly could.
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