Oh God. 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. A desperate teen gestures with his head. I ignore them all. I need a man.
Suddenly I see him. He is over six feet tall and decked out with all the props: Cowboy hat and boots, mustache, a two day growth of stubble, and a huge shiny belt buckle with an even bigger basket below. He is so big, that his crotch pushes up at the base of the buckle. His jeans are so tight I can almost see every pulsing vein. I'm melting. He owns the mall.
He sees me staring and smiles when he notices how my jaw has dropped. He reaches down and slowly adjusts his massive bulge. I stare. He nods and walks to the washroom down the central stairs. No one uses the washroom for its intended purposes. I follow him in.
He stands at the middle urinal and undoes his belt. I am holding my breath. He plucks open the fly buttons one by one. He is driving me insane. He knows. He loves the tortured look on my face. He reaches in and pulls out his cock. It flops out. It must be seven inches long and he is hardly hard yet. He looks at me and smiles.
I squeeze into the urinal next to him and unzip my pants. He turns and stares into my eyes as I pull out my own dick. It is only a six, but it is rock hard. It points at the ceiling. I can still hardly breathe. My face is red and my knees are shaking.
He reaches over and places his right hand on my shoulder. There is no pressure, but it is the force I need. I sink to my knees and lean in toward his snake. It has grown larger and stands away from his hairy ball sack. I extend my tongue and he takes a half step forward. CONTACT!
My tongue touches the huge smooth head. I need to feel it. I part my lips and slide it down my throat in one smooth movement. He gasps as his cock hardens instantly. I slowly pull back halfway up the pulsating shaft and then ram my face into his belly. I hold his dick deep in my throat and turn my head from side to side. The sensitive head scrapes my inner reaches. He groans and I feel his knees shake.
The roommate they gave me was an older, uninteresting man whom I escaped at every opportunity. We were staying in a national motel chain that had the liveliest bar in that sleepy seventeenth century town. I went to the bar and drank and played a video game.
They had, however made arrangements with the super to get me a key, so I was OK. The only problem was that my "guides" were gone, and I was left in an unfamiliar city alone. Pulling my handy gay guide out of a suitcase pocket, I set about locating myself, and something interesting to do that evening.
Rex, if you read this, I still would love to find out what's in your briefs! Shortly after being assigned to my unit I found that I would be working the third shift, midnight to 8 a. m. This was great, it kept me out of most inspection and duty.
He stretched out on the bed on his belly. I stood at the foot and looked down at his strong young body. His ass end was something to see! Long, firm buns with a cleavage so tight it looked like he had never been fucked before. My dick liked the sight, too. It began to twitch in anticipation.
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.
When I got to Texas I checked into my hotel room, and decided to take a shower. As I stood under the hot spray of the shower, I slowly started to rub my 8 1/2 inch cut dick, and rub my big hairy balls. After slowly jerking my cock for a good ten minutes, I worked on of my fingers up my ass, and started to finger fuck myself, until I shot a huge load of cum all over my chest, and stomach.
Up in the high, flat country with the golden grass in the summer. It was hot, very hot, but I had my windows open enjoying my new state. At 70 half the traffic seemed to be passing me. I was heading to my sister's house for the weekend, and in no particular rush since I was three hours early.
I am 24 years old and live in a pretty small city in the northwest US. I have blond hair, blue eyes. I am 6'0 and about 170lbs. Oh, did I mention I have a decent cock? Now I know most people exaggerate, but I do not. I am good solid 7.5 inches and I actually measured it. Anyway here is a true story. It was November 26, 2001. Let me explain something really quick about porn.
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.
I pull out again. All the way to the head this time. Keeping just the cap in my mouth, my tongue flies into action. I caress the line around the base of his head; I drag my teeth around the top of the shaft. A thrill of fear and overwhelming lust runs through his body and makes his cock leap inside my hot mouth.
I push forward and his cock pounds to the back of my throat and beyond. He moans. I am on my knees, but I am in total control. The stud stands in from of my awaiting my next move. Whatever I do, he will accept it. He needs it; he needs me. I slowly pull back. My teeth slide over the thick blue veins right up and over the purple head.
My tongue dives into his piss slit as my lips lock the top half of his head like a vacuum seal. I suck back hard. It feels like I am giving him a hickey right on the end of the crown. My teeth scrape the sensitive skin as I suck all his blood into the tip of his cock. He can not control his shaking now. His most sensitive nerves are on fire. He is groaning uncontrollably and thick spurts of precum fly into my mouth.
Suddenly releasing the vacuum on his prick, I ram my head home and plunge him back into my throat. He almost screams as his raw nerves feel the heat inside my body. I grab his balls and squeeze firmly. More sensation floods to his groin and he screams for real. There is no pain, just pure pleasure. He has never felt anything like this before. He is out of control.
I piston my head up and down on his shaft. Faster and faster. He moans and babbles words that do not make sense. I hold his hands behind his back. The man has met his match. His huge cock pulses and another scream pours from his throat. I leap back as cum rockets from him. He collapses to his knees spurting all over the floor. He shoots and shoots. It coats the floor, stains his jeans and flies wildly into the wall and even into his own hair as he doubles over in the agony of pure delight.
I watch him groan on hands and knees. I know he is mine now. I will have a cowboy as my personal toy for as long as I want him. I know his cock is mine to do with as I please until I tire of him.
He climbs to his feet, pulls up his pants and stares at me. I nod toward the door and move to leave. He follows. He needs to follow.
Horny as hell in the Frat House. Usually I find a frat brothers underwear to smell while I jack off. Little did I know that there were others that felt the same way as me. When I catch one of them I convince him that maybe we should go further and do other things together. I would love to suck cock!
Others complained about commuting, he knew, but for him it was always relaxing, particularly the homeward run. There was always the promise of a short stop at the rest area midway in his drive, and that meant the possibility of meeting someone. Someday "true love" would come along, he figured.
Jerry and I trade glances as the coach puts us through a thorough exercise program. Finally we head to the showers together and I know I will get to see him nude.
He was wearing a jock under his trademark tattered jeans, but the touch of his hand still excited him. Without thinking, he hooked his fingers under his hidden balls and began to stroke the meaty outline of his cock with the crook of his thumb. But not today. John had some definite plans.
He had told me things about himself. He told me that his name was Ron and that he was a bisexual married man. So over the bbs we got to know a little about each other. Since I had never been with another man, I was very nervous about meeting or even chatting for that matter.
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.
Despite the cool air that filtered in through the air conditioning vents, the sliver-bearded, dapper, 56-year old executive was sweating profusely. He was not alone in his luxurious, first-class compartment. On the floor on his back was the Senior train guard, 43-year old Nuru, his white uniform pants pulled off over his crisp white socks and white uniform shoes.
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.
Well, not everybody, but still, I'm having to push people away pretty quick - because of my other problem, which is I'm excitable, and it's not long before I come unless I take steps to slow things down.
I met him in the parking lot of a cruise park in Miami, FL on a balmy December night. He was 22, boyish, clean shaven, young gymnast. We struck up a conversation and it wasn't long before he was in the car with me. I was nervous, I shook inside. He asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said no. He leaned over, told me to relax and kissed me hard on the mouth in the darkened parking lot.
Little did I know it would turn out to so much more. Let me describe myself I am 5'11 165 some what muscular with a 7 inch cut cock. Before I left I grab four condoms so I can shoot my load and leave it for some to eat or do whatever, anyhow, it's an easy way to clean up.
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