He dragged me out into the sunlight and I tried to shield my eyes. Near my car, I saw this great big eighteen-wheel truck parked, and we were heading toward it. I realized he must be a truck driver, and this must be his truck. I had never been in a big truck like that, and I was kind of looking forward to climbing up and sitting in that high seat, but we were headed towards the back of the truck. Still holding me, he lifted a bar and swung open the big door. "Climb in," he said as he shifted his other hand under my ass and boosted me up into the back of the truck. It was empty back there. There was only a great big soiled-looking mattress on the floor. He pushed me over onto it harshly, pulled the doors shut, and lit a lantern he had back there. He stood over me, grabbing my hand again and putting it right back on the fly of his pants, and kept moving my hand up and down, slowly, looking at me. Just looking at me. Staring into my eyes.
"Get on your knees," he ordered. I did what he said. "Now, why don't you pull the zipper down," he added. "Go ahead. Do it!" I didn't think I had any choice in the matter, so I obeyed. This was really embarrassing.
The hot new kid turns out to be a future basketball star. He lucks so fucking hot. We both have to do twenty extra laps after practice. Perhaps I will get to see his cock in the shower on the first day.
We've been fuck buddies for many years. We started fooling around about a week after my 18th birthday. The next Saturday night we decided to work on my 8mm projector and get high again. In the Olden Days we didn't have DVD's or VCR's we had slides and film. We still managed to have a good time. He had smoked pot the first time at my birthday party and soon fell in love with it.
I have a very athletic build - 5'10", 230lbs, cut, with a dusting of chesthair and a deep treasure trail. I consider myself straight, probably slept with 30 girls over the past couple years, but have also let one or two guys give me head along the way. The first guy who sucked me off was on the baseball team with me junior year.
Friends call me Joe. I go by other names sometimes, like White Slut, Cocksucker, Faggot, Bitch, but I'll get back to that. I'm a 30- year-old GWM. Half Irish, half-unknown. That's what I always put on my profiles. I'm the product of a rape. It's such a sensitive subject for my mother that I have never asked her who her rapist was, if she knew, or what he looked like.
He was older than me, about 19 years older, but that hardly mattered. I was younger at the time (18) and interested in just getting it over with and so after a few cute innuendos, he got himself a motel room and I followed. He wasn't that great looking, now that I think of him, his hair was thinning and he had a bit of a paunch, but his cock was 8.5 inches.
It was a humid day, not uncomfortable but warm enough for me to be wearing just a baggy t-shirt and a pair of jeans cut off at the knees. When the doorbell rang I'd just finished getting something to eat and I was standing in the toilet taking a piss. I yelled to give me a sec in the direction of the door, leaning back slightly so I could see around the staircase and work out who it was.
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.
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.
Not really wanting to hang around to do more work, I decided to go home and get online. When I got home, I logged on to various chat sites, and as I was cruising, I looked out the window and saw the mailman delivering the mail. I thought to myself that this was pretty odd for 3:30 in the afternoon, so I looked out to double-check and I realized -- this was not my regular mailman.
"Why don't you start by opening my belt, you little asshole." He wasn't being very nice. " Now, just lower my pants down to the floor. Okay?"
"Okay," I said following his orders. He was standing there looming above me with his strong legs in front of me, and his short white underpants. He grabbed my head and pressed it against his groin. I sensed a warm muskiness, as he rubbed my lips and nose back and forth against that lump, and I was starting to get excited. I don't know what was making me so excited, but I was.
"You see my under shorts?" he asked. I looked up at him and nodded. "Take your little hands, and roll them down my legs."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Do it!"
I did it, and right there in front of my eyes is this enormous penis. About 11 inches long and as thick as my wrist. I swear.
"Kiss it," he demanded.
"Kiss it?"
"Just do it!" Again, I followed his instructions and started kissing around the head of his big penis, as he pressed my head into it.
"Use your tongue," he ordered. "Lick it, guy." I started licking it. It was kind of an interesting experience. As I was licking it, I was getting off on the heat of it and the taste of it. This was something different than I had ever done. I brought one hand up, and grasped the gigantic instrument firmly as I was licking around it. He maneuvered around so that his hug balls were in front of my mouth, and he forced my mouth over one of them. "Yeah. That's right," he groaned. "Suck my goddamn balls, you little faggot" I cringed when I heard that word, but I didn't dare pull my mouth away. "Yeah, run your hot tongue all around my balls. That's it. That's right. Oh, man. That's so fucking good. Suck those balls. Do the other one. Go ahead. Oh, yeah I fucking love this. Suck, suck, suck, baby. You really know how to get your daddy off, don't you?" He tilted my head so that my eyes flashed up into his, as he smiled. I nodded, as I continued to suck on his juicy balls.
"Now, back to my cock, baby. He pulled my head up towards the point of what he was calling his cock. "Now open your mouth big, sweetheart, and let daddy put that inside. Okay?"
"Okay," I whispered and than opened my mouth as wide as I possibly could as he slowly eased the big thing over my tongue and towards the back of my mouth.
"That's it, honey. Now you're doing it. You like it?" I wanted to answer yes, but I couldn't talk with that big thick thing filling my oral cavity, so I just made strange little noises as I slurped away. He was moving my head backward and forward on the big rod, and each time, he sneakily pushed it in a little bit deeper than before. I have a little bit of a gag reflex and I was starting to choke.
"Too deep for you?" he asked.
"Yes," I tried to answer, not very successfully.
"You'll get used to it," He assured. And he held it in place in my throat without moving for almost ten minutes. Then, slowly he started moving again, getting it deeper and deeper. I was really choking on it, but I was taking it. He did something with the position of my head and neck, and shoved almost the whole thing down my throat. I gagged, but I recovered. I could feel his big knob hitting the back of my throat, and I know this sounds crazy, but I was kind of pleased with myself for being able to do this trick.
"Suck on it, baby. Suck on it," he urged. With the front of my mouth I tried to make sucking motions on the shaft, as the tip was buried down my throat. He fucked my mouth for about ten minutes, moaning and groaning. "Oh, yeah, honey. You do that so good. You know how to make your man feel real good. Don't you?"
I made more mouth noises, as the saliva spilled out of my mouth all around his fantastic stick.
"I know what you want," he said. "You want me to shoot my big thick hot load of cum right down your gullet, don't you?"
I looked up at him, a question in my eyes. I hadn't thought of that.
"Oh, yeah. That's what you want, all right. Daddy knows what his baby wants. You want that whole hot load running down your little throat into your belly. That's what you want." He paused for a moment, still fucking my mouth. "But I don't think we're going to do that." Slowly he withdrew the enormous pole from my mouth. "Can you guess what we're going to do?" he asked.
"No," I admitted. "I don't know."
"Daddy's gonna fuck his little baby, okay?"
"What do you mean?" I asked warily.
"Daddy's gonna stick his big thick cock up your tight little ass, okay?"
"I don't think so," I mumbled nervously.
"You don't think so---what does that mean?"
" I can't do that. That thing is way too big," I answered.
"It's not TOO big," he said. "Between the two of us I know we can get it in."
"No, I can't" I insisted. I tried to get up. "I'm not going to do it," I said.
"Oh, yes you are," he said pushing me back down."
"I'm not going to do it," I said again. Suddenly he smacked me across the face. A hard smack.
"You're going to do it, all right. Or else I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to hurt you real bad. You understand me?"
"Yes," I answered. I felt a tear rolling down my left cheek where he had slapped me.
"Get up and take off your pants," he said. "That's right. That's a good boy." He patted me on top of my head. "Now the underpants. That's right. Get `em off. Wow. What a nice little ass. I'm gonna really enjoy myself here." He rubbed his hand firmly and lovingly all around my rear end. "Now take off everything else and lie down," he said pointing down at the mattress. I looked nervously at his giant erection and followed his orders, lying face down on the mat, and feeling a spring digging through the material at the level of my chest. Little by little, he took off all his own clothes, and when he was completely bare, he said down on the backs of my thighs with his weapon pointing at my little untouched asshole.
"I'm gonna make it real easy for you," He said. "Daddy's gonna give his little guy a lot of pleasure. You don't even know how much you're gonna love this, honey."
I sobbed slightly, knowing very well that he was going to rip my guts and that I would be in agony, and would probably have to go to the hospital. And how would I explain this? I ran into a doorknob???
The sky now looked ablaze as Tom stared out into space with a tear in his eye. He put another log on the fire and turned it into a roaring blaze of a fire. The dessert was the only place he could go to help forget, and to keep his mind on his problems. He tried so hard to fit in with the rest, but never could. He stood as the fire like sky became a light shade of reddish grey.
I am a 40 y/o black guy with light complexion, about 5'10", average build. I was staying at the usual place when ever I travel there. As always at night, I was watching one of the porn channels on pay-per-view, and to my surprise they had a gay channel. I've always been curious and fantasized about gay porn, but never did anything about it. About an hour later, there was a knock at the door.
I spent the whole weekend jerking off to my fantasies of Eric fucking me silly. I had to see him. I went to the train station and bought a train ticket to visit him at school. I could have cared less if I missed some classes. I needed his cock and cum. I purchased a round trip ticket for a train which was leaving in an hour. I went to the bar at the station. I was a real dump. He winked to me.
At lunch, I planned on going to the bank to deposit my check. When I walked out of my office building in Southeast Louisiana, I could hardly believe the incredible weather. Low 70's, very little humidity, clear skies, and a cool breeze. Before I knew it, I was driving to a rest stop near my office with picnic tables and a trail in the woods. He was about my age, 33. I knew he was interested.
It was a gloomy day with dark clouds taking the joy out of life. I dragged out of bed and fed myself. I had to skip my morning wank as I was late for my research project. I hastily dressed on with my briefs, levis, a t-shirt, and a jacket. I quietly left the apartment although the need for that was out of order. I walked down the hallway to discover a sign on the elevator switch-board.
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 got there early, the auto center was open before the stores opened. I was stuck waiting in the mall with the early morning "mall walkers". A strange group of johnny-come-lately health nuts, there on doctors' orders. Sort of an all-American McDonald's kid type. "Intense. " I liked his teen talk.
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 am not a morning person. I loath getting up any earlier than I have to & most of the time I'll just lay there in a daze for several minutes until that internal voice in my head says, "Alright fuck-head, time to get up & earn a living. That meant I had to be in the department & ready to lead my team by 3am. Shit, didn' t even need to shave or trim the goatee this morning.
We moved together nose to nose, we both tilted our heads to the right slightly and our lips made contact. I opened my mouth licking his lips, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues touched, I continued to invade and explore his mouth with my tongue. I moved my hands up around his back, and he did the same, pulling each other closer.
I was in the Navy, stationed aboard the USS Buchanan out of San Diego and it had been some time since I had cock up my ass. We were on WestPac and had just hit Hong Kong. It was 1977 and I had just come out a few months before. I left the ship and checked in at the Royal Arms hotel. I ordered a Bud.
I had, in truth, been thinking about my sexuality for quite some time. I often fantasized about being dominated by another man. It took a fight with my girlfriend to propel me into acting on my fantasies. It started while online in a m4m chat room. As luck would have it, it didn't take long for me to begin conversations with a local man. I eagerly suggested we meet as soon as possible.
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