He reached over and pulled some stuff out of his pants pocket. There was a tube of KY Jelly. I know what that is. I'm a pharmacist. It's used for lubricating the internal mucous membranes of the body. He opened the top and I could hear him slathering it all over his big dick. Then I had this funny cool feeling in the center of my being. Cool, but also warm. His hot finger was easing the cool gel gently into my asshole. A little bit at a time. First the tip of the finger, then the knuckle -- then more gel, and the whole finger sank in and moved back and forth in my hole. I couldn't help it, but I moaned a little--it was starting to feel nice. "How's that, baby? You like that?" he asked.
"It's okay," I answered, not wanting to appear too enthusiastic.
"Just okay?" he asked slyly. And now I felt a second finger join the first. I decided to just lie there and let him have his way. Two fingers. Back and forth. Back and forth. Now three fingers. Back and forth. Back and forth. Working his hand around to gently enlarge my anal opening. Then I felt his pinky finger slide in also, and he just kept rotating his hand around, spreading the sphincter muscle. Working it open, working it open until in would be big enough to take his crazy sex organ. I moaned a little more, and starting rotating my ass around his fingers. Trying to take more and more. Was my ass enjoying this? Then slowly he withdrew his long digits from the cavity and I felt a blast of empty air for a second. But only a second. Because right away I felt the tip of that big monster, pressing slowly at the door, seeking entrance into my hitherto pure body. It pushed and it pushed trying to ease into the hallway, then something happened and the very tip of the head got in. But he wasn't going to stop there. No way. More pressure. More pressure. Then more of the head was in, then more--then oh, my god, the whole enormous head of his dick was inside of me. And it hurt like hell.
"Sshhh," he soothed. "Daddy's just gonna hold it in this spot for a few minutes until baby's ass get used to it. Okay?"
"It hurts," I cried. "Oh, it hurts."
"Sshhh. Sshhh." He patted my cheek with tremendous tenderness and even bent his head down to lick my ear. While this was happening, my head which was turned to the side saw his hand reach out and grasp a little brown bottle. I heard him opening the bottle above my head, and then his hand with the bottle was down in front of my face, pressing the bottle into my left nostril as he closed off my right nostril with his other hand. "Sniff it in," he said. Then he switched and did my other nostril.
How the fuck could we lose? We were the #1 ranked team all season. No one even came close to us. And we lost 2-3. I left the field before the rest of the team and headed to the locker room. The whole school was there. I could see the mascot and the geeky science kid that was apparently his handler. I don't know if he liked animals or just hated sports. Fuck that little bitch.
We drove from London to Norwich, took over our motor cruiser, and sailed down the River Yare towards Breydon Water. That evening we moored up at Reedham where we intended to spend the night, and went to one of the riverside pubs for a meal and a few drinks before going to bed.
There are a lot of homophobes in my house, and sometimes listening to them is annoying as hell, but there's a surprising number of gay friendly and gay curious men as well. It is on my experiences with these men that this (and possibly other) story will focus. What a shock it was to see him....
I was bored, so I went out to the pool to catch some afternoon sun. Lying there in the warm sun, I began to doze and had a wonderful dream. In my dream I woke from a lazy nap, and went back inside my house. There was still nobody home, so I decided to fix myself a snack and watch TV.
A friend of mine owns a furniture making business and he's been trying to convince me to work for him for years. He gave me a key to the building, inviting me to make a visit anytime in order to look the place over and tell him what I think. For the past thirty-some years I've been getting up so early, even the roosters are still snoring.
The air conditioning in my office was fighting a losing battle, the sweat was pouring off me and my poor secretary looked so red in the face, I thought she might explode. I was already dreaming of the weekend, but there was one more task to complete. I needed to send some documents over to our head office for signing and then wait until they came back. I sat back and started to day dream.
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.
So I figured I'd just check it out. I went to some particularly wooded but obvious fuck fest type locations. No luck. I came across one area that was open but had a canopy of trees and completely surrounded by the trees to make it a natural privacy area. I pulled out my cock and started to jack off a little. Man I wish I had that guy on top of me. I stopped and said nothing.
The saggy tits, no ass, basic shuffle to their walk, and other behaviors that we all know that accompany men of the elderly group. I guess there's that part in all of us where attitude rears its ugly little head and it has always done so with me. Seniors and fat men just could never get my balls burning. It seems that since I made the shift I have more opportunities with all sorts of men.
I felt a hot flush. My whole body was bathed in a warm glow, and my mind was off somewhere, and my whole consciousness was centered on the delicious warm plug in the center of my asshole. He felt me relax and eased more of it inside me. Then he gave me another two-nostril hit from the little brown bottle, and ecstatically I felt the whole machine glide easily inside me. He started with a gentle to and fro motion, grinding his body against my buttocks as his big balls hit against mine on the downstroke. I was moaning and moaning, discovering the most incredible sensations that my body had ever experienced. "Oh, god. This is wonderful. What joy! What Joy! Fuck me! Fuck me" I thought, but I didn't say it. I just didn't want him to know how much I was loving this.
I felt his movements start to speed up, and now he was pounding into me. His tight belly resting on my asscheeks and on the small of my back as he hunched and hunched his powerful thighs, digging his cock into my body deeper than you would have thought possible. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my ass, daddy. Fuck your baby's ass. I want it. I want it. I want all your hot load deep inside my ass, running down into my intestinal tract. Come inside me. I want your hot cum in my ass. I want it! I want it! " This time I didn't just think it. I said it out loud as I was screaming in pleasure, that big thick dick scratching the long itch all the way down my asshole.
"You want it? Well this time you're gonna get it. Your gonna get my big thick hot load all the way up your tight little asshole." And with that he slowed down a little and really started to hunch his hips, grinding himself to completion. What heaven. I swear I could feel his whole big thick cock swelling even more, inside my body, and then I felt blast after blast of hot male juice shooting into my canal. I squeezed my asshole down on his rod to milk it and get every drop that was in there, all the time gasping for breath and even sobbing a little. I guess all good things come to an end, and bit by bit I felt that magnificent hammer withdraw itself from my body as it lost it's incredible rigidity. As he pulled his thick needle from my rear end, suddenly I felt a spasm, and all of a sudden, quite unexpectedly, my own measly little load of cum, dribbled pitifully out of my average size semi-hard dick, making yet another stain on the--all right let me say it--on the already filthy cum-stained mattress.
"Did you like that? Did baby like daddy's big dick?" he asked, in a sneering kind of way.
"It was okay," I answered. I really didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I loved it. That this was the best thing that had ever happened to me in my whole life.
"Get dressed," He said crisply. I began to put on my clothes. And he put on his. He was just about to open the back doors of the truck and put me out, when I reached into my pocket and dug out a small pencil and a piece of paper. I quickly scrawled something and tried to hand him the slip of paper.
"What's this?" he asked, not taking it from me.
"My name and phone number."
"What for? " he asked.
"Next time you're back in town, you can call me."
"Why would I want to call you?"
"Well, in case you need somebody to fuck," I answered humbly.
"Boy. If I need somebody to fuck, all I have to do is go to the movies." And with that he opened the back of the truck and got me out into the parking lot. He jumped down himself and closed the back, walked to the cab, opened the door, hopped up and drove off as I stood alone in the lot looking longingly after him. I wondered if I should buy another ticket for the movies in the hopes that another hot trucker might come along and press his hard leg firmly against mine.
He's about 5'11", has short brown hair and brown eyes that will rock your world if he smiles at you. Brian and I are in the same service organization at the medium sized university I attend in the Mid-West. He's the classic "farm-boy" stud, only he isn't a redneck.
I was at at a bar having a few beers hoping to get laid. I usually go to an adult theater or gay bar for that and always succeed but I just felt different that night. I noticed a guy that looked to be in his late 30s and was very attracted to him. He was about 6'2", 200lbs with dark hair. I moved closer to him and saw his wedding ring and figured there was no chance.
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.
In my final year as a eagle scout I get to room with this drop dead gorgeous blackhaired hunk of a man. He is hung like a horse and as I find this hidden clearing with a pond near our camp site I think it is a perfect opportunity to see if I can convince him to go skinny dipping with me ;)
I guess I took the breakup hard and felt like if that relationship didn't work, then none other would. I was 32 when I decided that if I couldn't find a guy to fall in love with then I should just find one (or more) to have fun with! So I got on line and started looking at for cute young boys toys. Lanky long haired guys for some reason had always turned me on. I found him quite hot.
Anderson when he came into our store to purchase a suit--he's the vice-president of the big national bank down the street from where I work. When he first walked into the men's department, I couldn't help but whistle to myself as I appraised the man: about 6'4" & 260 pounds of hot man meat! He had thinning blond hair that was graying at the temples & gorgeous steel-grey eyes.
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.
First of all I am lucky that I get alot of attention from men. I have a smooth trim body from alot of swimming,dancing and aerobics in college. I have an awesome ass, round smooth and shapely. I love showing it off and knowing that I can get a man's dick to rise in their pants. At the time I was living in a upstairs apartment.
It was connected to the ceiling by means of four steel chains. Someone told me what it was used for. I wanted to try it but time was short and I had to leave. I did not see one again until recently. I had heard about a new bathhouse in this city that I was visiting. I was on business and would have to remain there fore about two weeks.
. One was a Doberman and the other a solid white Cur. Something seemed to attract me to watch him even more closely. I moved my truck to park close to his and I watched as he led the dogs up and down the banks of the river adjacent to the park. He was wearing jeans that were just snug enough to show off his legs and his nice butt.
The guy is a real fucking hunk, somewhere between 30 and 35 years old, with a nice tight body, dark, longish curly hair, a hairy chest, and a basket that just won't quit! I don't know his name or all that much about him, but the first time he came to my attention was back during the summer.
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