First off, let me tell you a little about myself. I am the most un-feminine or gay acting man that you will ever encounter. Strangely, I always wanted to be the one having a nice large dick sliding in and out of my mouth. I wanted to be the one on my back, legs up in the air and being fucked up my ass. I wanted to be the one having another guy manhandle me and have his way with me, anyway he chooses. If I had to label myself, then I would call myself a hardcore bottom. I never had the urge to fuck a man or be in control. My instincts have me wanting to please a man however I can. I instanly relinquish all control and become quite submissive.
All of the few men that I have been with all seem to get off on this too. They love taking control over the controller. They love dominating the dominator. They all get off while being on top and ass fucking me, since they now see a man that earlier looked and seemed, totally opposite than he is now. Now they are viewing me while I am very much so, enjoying his cock inside of me. They love fucking me, because I am the complete opposite of the man they first see. I let them do to me, whatever they can ever want to do. They love to fuck me because I love to be fucked and make it obvious. They get harder when I moan and ask to be fucked... they fuck hard as they can when I ask them to fuck me harder... Usually unable to hold back anymore, they explode where I tell them to, after I tell them to fuck me like a bitch. I have no desire to be woman like or feminine at all. I especially enjoy my masculinity during sex. I get off of knowing that I am a rough, tough macho man that is having my ass filled by a big hard cock, with his hot cum blasting inside me, or rubbing it into my face when he has finished with me.
We met... we ate... we went back to his house and enjoyed some much needed sexual activity. I had been with only one man before this. I mean with someone completely. When I say completely, I mean more than just jerking each other off while making out. I told you about Jayson earlier. He was the first man that I ever let inside of me. I had him in my mouth and ass. It was the greatest experience I ever had... until now.
Jayson, being my first, was great. Max, who was the second man to find his way into me, was much a few years later than Jayson. There wasn't a large amount of attraction that I felt for him, but he was there and willing, so was I. After several minutes in his house, this raw animal attraction took me over. I found myself sitting on his bed and sucking his dick. I remember thinking that he was not getting the greatest head of his life, but I was doing fairly well due to the practice that I had with my dildo. I was not happy with the first blowjob I ever gave, to Jayson. So I went to the nudie store and bought the most realistic rubber cock that I could find.
I had several toys at home that I used on myself for years, but nothing that really resembled a real nice big hard cock. I would get tips from my girlfriends about how to give good head. Then practice at home on my real looking rubber dick. I would lie in the shower, close my eyes and suck it till my mouth got sore. I practiced keeping my teeth off of it. I practiced sucking it like I needed what was inside to keep living. I practiced shoving it as far as I could down my throat until only the rubber balls on the bottom were banging my chin.
That was the way I sucked his dick. It was a perfect sized cock for me. I figured that it was a bit above average in length and width, but it bent straight up, so that it was hard for me to get him down my throat in the sitting position. Because of the incredible bend, it would hit the roof of my mouth and I couldn't get it down. He must have been in the same predicament before, because he laid me down, walked around the bed, climbed up above my head and slowly inserted his dick right down where it belonged.
He started opening my pants with one hand as his other one was about to be used to push him up and down on the bed as he fucked my face. Once my cock was free and the head was all shiny with pre-cum, he held it hard at the bottom while licking it up and down on the sides. He teased it by putting his lips on it, but wouldn't put it in his mouth. Kissing it, and slowly rubbing up and down. That made me so hot that I was about to explode all over his face. Now this was way too early for me to dump my load. I stopped him from cock-teasing me and pulled myself up on my knees. When he was up looking me in my eyes and undressing me, I asked him to fuck me.
He was always a studious, bookish lad given to long-winded speeches about rather esoteric matters. He was shy and reserved, but I found that rather attractive. As might be expected with any conversation with Brad, we spent about 3 hours talking. "Yes," I said, "You are very cute. I looked at his firm butt and flat stomach....
The wrestling team had been state champions for the past four years, and because I didn't know anyone, I joined the team as soon as I got to the school. As I found out, it would be an experience that would change my life. And tonight it was my turn to have "anything" done for me.
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.
I knew my roommate was planning on getting drunk that night, though I didn't know he was bringing anyone home with him. I could make out three voices. I knew Chad's voice - loud and swaggering - but the other two I didn't recognize. I pulled on some clothes and went out into the living room area. One word went through my mind as I looked this guy up and down. Daddy!
I woke up in my apartment, raging hard-on as usual. Isn't that the way these tales always begin? It was January and really god damn cold outside. It was Saturday, so fortunately I didn't have to go to class. I didn't even want to leave the building. Three below zero even without the god damn wind chill. I had lived alone there for three months now, since my boyfriend and I split up.
The exterminator came and tented my house and said I had to go somewhere for three days. He said I should go with just the clothes I was wearing, so I went to my neighbor and told him to keep his cat away because the gas would kill his cat. He asked where I was going to stay and I said I was going to a motel nearby. He suggested I stay with him. I thanked him but I didn't even really know him.
Our A/C in the Office was not working. I had to go in the office, but only for a few hours to finish up a report for a Monday morning meeting. So I dressed as cool and as comfortable as possible to sit in the heat in my office. As I grabbed my portable fan and an ice cold gallon of Ice tea so I could keep myself cool.
This a true story from a bathhouse I visit quite a lot. I thought I caught him looking at me just a bit too long and decide to make the most of it. How can I make sure that he knows of my interest?
It was almost a year ago and I was going through a bit of a rough patch. I was swamped at work and my friends weren't up for anything that weekend. Friday night and I had nothing to do. That's when Miguel wrote me. He's a young Latino twink that I had been chatting with for some time.
It's hot, it's steamy, and above all it's sexy. The barman is hassled though, too many customers and the bar is too small. He should have had help tonight, but the other barman has called in sick again. There's not a lot he can say. It's to be expected. Some people think he's quite cute, fuckable. But he's not interested in picking-up tonight. He's got a sore arse from last night. He told me.
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.
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.
I saw a guy log on that I had talked on the phone with before. It went well, but then I had to go. So there was this sense of incompleteness, unfinished business, I did not want it to end without starting. He asked how I was. "Horny" was my reply. He seemed interested.
I was collecting and used to be kidded about my getting tips. I played along even though I wasn't sure what the joke was. The two guys were young, in college I think and always friendly. I used to love to go to their apartment to collect because they'd always be lifting weights or horsing around.
"And besides, politicians are all crooks," he said to nobody in particular, as he recited a litany of complaints to the bartender, a litany I tended to mostly agree with. Until he turned my way suddenly and blurted out, "and now with AIDS my generation can't even have fun with sex anymore" I raised an eyebrow.
I think that I caught him off guard and couldn't believe what just came out of my mouth. I meant what I said, but couldn't believe I was saying it out loud. He continued playing a gentleman with me like he did all evening. Opening doors for me... lighting my cigarettes... and now asking me "are you sure?" "I don't want you to do anything that you're not ready for". This just made me want him even more. I asked him if he had any protection. Glad that he did, because looking back now, I would have let him fuck me bareback if he didn't.
The gentleman then tried to help me by explaining to me the most painless way to do it. He knew that I haven't had sex with many men and wasn't at all experienced, but I didn't really care at this point. I was aching to have him jam that hot bent cock nice and hard up me. He lay on his back and told me to straddle him. As I climbed on top of him, I reached down and took his cock in my hand and fumbled it all around my ass crack, looking for the hole. After I found it and popped the head inside, the pain I felt was too much to take. I knew that when I fucked my own ass, the easiest way was laying on my back. This also felt so much better.
After I explained it all to him, he gently laid me on my back and lifted my legs up over his shoulders. I was in heaven now. I found myself being manhandled by some strange man as he was about to invade me. While he held my ankles up in the air, he easily worked the head right back in where I wanted it to be. Slowly he began fucking my ass but only half way. As my hole loosened up and the pain began to stop, I grabbed him pulled myself into him. I wanted him to fuck me all the way in and out. Once he was able to completely bury the whole thing inside of me, I told him to fuck me... fuck me harder... louder and louder till I realized that the neighbors could probably hear me.
I told him that I wanted it rough. He obliged me. Once he had pushed my legs up over my head and up against the headboard, I got it rough alright. He fucked me so hard that I didn't think I'd walk for a week. I could feel his dick up in my ass and violently hitting the spot that made me shoot my load up on my face and his chest. He made me cum without even touching my cock. I let him fuck me for a few more minutes and had to make him stop. I could not handle anymore. He fucked me exactly the way that I always wanted to be fucked. He fucked me hard and fast. He made me hurt on the inside and out.
All I could think about now was when and how could I get him back inside me. Before I knew it, the rubber was off and his cock was beating my tonsils again. I took his hands and placed them on each side of my head and he knew what I wanted him to do. I wanted him to fuck my face like he fucked my ass before. I wanted him to pull my face into him while jamming his bent cock in my throat. I couldn't breathe and almost choked a few times. He tried to stop so I could catch my breath, but I wouldn't let him. Somehow this made me so hot; feeling like this man was having his way with me. He was manhandling me. He was making me his bitch. He was fucking me in my mouth like the gay little fagot bottom that I was.
I wanted to feel the heat of his cum in my mouth and running down my throat, but he wouldn't give it to me. He did give me what I would was the next best thing. He then pointed his loaded cock at my face, and put the biggest load I ever saw, all over me. My arms were being held down under his knees and made me feel so helpless while he rubbed his pulsing cock all over my face and neck. Rubbing his seed all over me, and I couldn't stop him. I wouldn't have stopped him even if I could though. I just laid there for a few minutes under his complete control and loved it. We collapsed in exhaustion and he held me in his arms.
After I was a little more collected with my thoughts and able to move again, I got up and dressed myself. I told him that I will see myself out. I felt dirty and gross. I felt somewhat regretful as I walked out to my car. Then I realized that I never enjoyed sex with anyone as I did that night.
Next, I would like to describe to you all, about how a hot,young latin guy, that won over my heart. Well, not really my heart. Actually he won over my ass and mouth anytime he wanted it. He actually was able to.
I sat in my office today hard as hell. I wanted to fuck U so bad. I can usually get off in my office but it was rather busy today. So I left the office for a min today. I went to a park. I parked my truck where no one could see me, I had on a pull over Tommy shirt & some Khaki Tommy Pants. Then I pulled it out! My mind filled with dirty little thoughts of us fucking right there in the open.
This is a strange tale to tell you, but I wanted to let you all know about the first, unusual, time I ever fucked Steve Ronsini. I had never had a chance to check out his equipment, even though we were roommates. Steve and mine's greatest joy, though, was science-fiction. Scratching was impossible.
. . you know the type. Most of the guys were kind of sexist and such (although, don't get me wrong, I liked them all, and none of the guys were 'bad guys'). The problem was that, as a closeted homosexual, I did not fit in to their crowd.
Sure, there was really no rush at the bookstore, with an amazing two people in the store at the time -- myself and the owner -- but it was the 23rd of December and the roads were packed with cars doing their Christmas shopping. I chose a transsexual DVD that was a steal, paid the owner/clerk, and left for home.
Now Joanne and I had been working together in Bingo for a few years now, we're the best of friends and nothing either of us does really offends the other. And it's not everyday she sees me riding the man tool of our latest recruit, and boy, what a ride. He was well into the 6-foot range.
His body is sunken in the large king size mattress and covered in the dark blue satin sheets. His head rests on two extra large down pillows with pillow cases that match the sheets. It is still an usual feeling for Joey Walker to wake up in a bed, let alone a bed with satin sheets.
I went for the same reason as the previous post, I had never seen porn on a big screen. The theater was fairly well lit. It was easy to see the people around me but not bright enough to read. As my eyes adjusted, I could see all sorts of strange things going on. Frankly, I was a bit amazed.
Our A/C in the Office was not working. I had to go in the office, but only for a few hours to finish up a report for a Monday morning meeting. So I dressed as cool and as comfortable as possible to sit in the heat in my office. As I grabbed my portable fan and an ice cold gallon of Ice tea so I could keep myself cool.
At the clubs I made other friends, including gay friends. This one guy I met was Chris, he was a really nice guy but I wasn't attracted to him sexually. Chris was a looker: light brown hair, a lighter brown eyes than mine, and he was an average white boy. He had a crush on me, that I learned later about. Me on the other hand I have dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and olive colored skin.
Having turned 33 this year, I have had time to enjoy sex with several older gentlemen of all sizes, colors, and tastes. I met one of my favorite Tops a few months ago during Southern Decadence here in New Orleans. The Friday night before Labor Day arrived. I put on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and hiking boots and hit the Quarter.
I had worked hard when I went to university immediately following school, and the results showed when I graduated from the best establishment with the highest distinctions, and Honours in most of my subjects. In fact, I had been the outstanding student that year. Also I had been asked to join the bridge club, which was indeed an honour, and I found that I enjoyed this mind game.
Soon both my tank top and my shorts were sticking to me. I wore no underwear, and I was enjoying the sensation of my loose shorts against my cock as I pedalled. At long last I arrived at my destination, the film bookstore. I trod up the stairs to the second-floor shop huffing and puffing. I didn't care.
Horny guy starts looking through the drawers in the house he is babysitting. He finds a few playboys that can definitely come in handy. Trying on the Mrs silky underwear also feel great. Where should I squirt my cum?
I had just returned from military basic training and married my first wife. I got a part-time job chauffeuring a businessman around who had lost his drivers license. Since his business was selling freezer plans to consumers, most of his appointments were at night.
The War itself was over before I was old enough to join up. So, I went to work on the Williamson farm. Now, at age 29, I ran the spread almost single-handed. The 'almost' mentioned above was the Williamson's son, Billy. Although only 16 he was a very willing worker. Billy was small for his age which meant I did the bulk of the work. I liked to be kept busy. Less time for thinking, that way.
As I pulled in to the parking lot, I found that I was the only one there. This was very unusual, for this park is one of the many that is spread through out this city. People use these parks for everything from having picnics or hiking in the woods. As I parked, I saw a picnic table that would give me a good view of the parking lot and the surrounding area. I always came here to be by myself.
I stayed there with a British friend who had worked in the States a few years previously, which put a severe cramp on my sex life as he didn't appreciate me bringing anyone back to his tiny flat in London. So much for the fuck sessions I was hoping for with some hot Europeans.
I quickly got into the changing room it had been so long since I had sex. Wow. I couldn't believe it. The guys here are gorgeous. They always are and there always checking me out too, which was the best ego boost of them all. Being fancied by the hottest guys you could imagine. Wow. I loved this place. There I was undressing in the changing rooms and this guy was shamelessly checking out my ass.
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