My name is Joseph, but only my mother calls me that now. 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. I've always had the feeling that in the act of violence that impregnated my mother somehow my father raped me as well. That may be why I've always sought out rough, dominant men for sex.
I stand at 5 feet, 10 inches and weigh 165 lbs, with reddish brown hair, mustache and goatee; blue eyes under thick brows and very fair skin with freckles across my nose, prone to burning quickly in the sun. My ears stick out like jug handles, a zircon in one, and a silver hoop in the other. Don't have a six-pack anymore, but my stomach is perfectly flat and my waist is slim. Hairy armpits, hair across my chest with a trail of hair down the center of my belly to my bushy crotch, and my legs are hairy. My nipples aren't big but almost always hard, ever since I had both pierced with silver rings. I hesitate to describe my cock to you, because I'm ashamed of it, but you won't be able to picture me unless I do.
It's only 6 inches hard and skinny with a small head and small, low-hanging, hairy balls. I won't bother to give its length when soft and shriveled. On the other hand, the rest of my body is not a total waste. My bubble butt is small and tight; and my arms, shoulders, and chest are well developed from doing daily pushups and occasionally playing with dumbbells since I was a 15. That was also was the same year I started having sex. I have 15 years of stories. This is one of them.
His name was Tunk, or at least that's what they called him on the street. Why, I don't know. He was a few years younger than me, but loomed over me like a giant. He had coal-black skin, wide eyes, a broad nose with large flaring nostrils and big lips, nappy black hair, sometimes stubble on his chin. He favored LeVar Burton from Roots, only Tunk was six-foot two or three with a hard, lean, naturally muscular physique, reeking of masculinity. He walked & talked like a cold ghetto-thug, even though he came from a nice home in the leafy suburbs.
The first time I met him was on a hot August night when I was loitering around the park downtown looking for sex. I was sitting on a bench along an obscure path through the park, a spot overlooking the river, concealed by trees and bushes. I had a brown bag on the bench beside me that held two six packs of Colt 45. I was drinking one. It was safe to drink in this park. Cops never patrolled through here. I was out for game. Malt liquor and a pack of Newport were all I needed to hook up with black and Hispanic men passing by at night. Some were straight or bisexual cruising for sex, some were straight guys staggering home drunk or high from a party, taking a short cut or needing to take a piss against a tree.
If they weren't drunk already, a few cans of Colt usually did the trick. I would take the conversation from bullshit to sports to sex. By the time a few Colts were inside them, I could usually get them to talk about the women they've fucked, to tell me about orgies they've been in, what was the strangest sex they ever had. More often than not, the guy would tell me the strangest sex he ever had was the time he let another guy go down on him. Sometimes the other guy is a hustler in a drag that he didn't realize was a man until after the deed was done. Sometimes the other guy was a fag. It never ceased to amaze me how many black and Hispanic men have had a blowjob from a fag at one time or another. By the time a guy has told me this, he's usually figured out when I'm after and playing along until we get down to business.
That's how I met Tunk. I was drinking a Colt 45 on the bench when he came sauntering along, obviously drunk. His shirt was off, giving me a good look at his hard muscular chest and ripped abs. His baggy jeans drooped from his narrow hips, with his boxer shorts on display.
There was one a few miles from my house so I hoped in my PU and headed there. A couple of cars were parked in front with a couple more on the side in employee parking. As I entered I was greeted by a lad of about 25 and he asked if he could help me. I told him what I needed and he said they were on the south wall toward the back.
Once I finally arrive at the front door, the wife and kids take my time until I finally crash at the end of the day in a big bed by myself. The wife may keep me busy, but she does nothing to keep me happy, and we haven't slept together in years. Hell, that's why I started looking at men in the first place
Captain of the basketball team, nice toned body a goatee and shaved head, he's a little black stud. The tattoo on his arm 'Thug Born' would intimidate anyone. Yeah, he's the type white people think all black people are like. But inside his baggy Polo jeans lies a 9 inch cock, and a tight hairless asshole that always wants service. Lying in bed, Brian stroked his hard black cock.
There was an area on nearby Lake Travis that was known for nudity. I'd even gone there once with my wife and enjoyed the nudity. There is something about being naked in public that I enjoy a lot. It is still there and I believe you can still go nude but now its a county park called Hippie Hollow Park. I'd heard that there was a gay section of the park. Those boulders were covered with naked men.
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.
It was not my luckiest day. I had been waiting hopefully for nearly an hour and nobody had stopped. Then, quite suddenly, the sky clouded over and I was drenched with a burst of torrential rain. It was dreadful and my body was soon soaked to the skin and I felt very, very miserable. The rain stopped leaving my long blond hair bedraggled. I was only twenty-two and stood six feet two tall.
Temporary duty was always good to have. Having been in the army for a couple of years and being an N C O, I enjoyed those occasional opportunities that came along to go places away from my home fort. This one was going to be more of an adventure than I had thought.
Actually, he wasn't as much looking as forward to the practice as the fact that he was going to be with Jeremy. He got there a bit early. He had arranged a few kids who were really good and sexy (though he hadn't said that) at baseball to help him on a Saturday. He was in his ball clothes, so he went straight to the field to start.
Calvin was a new student, bussed in from another neighborhood. Timothy grew up in the spacious affluent suburbs, while Calvin grew up in the hot and horny crowded inner-city -- but they both quickly realized that they shared the same interests in video games, music videos and girls. It didn't take long for Timothy to invite Calvin to come to his house one day afterschool. Timothy led the way.
Scott was a slutty top guy. One day they met online and quickly decided they should meet up and fuck. They decided to be sluts together and have sex with each other all the time. David was 25 and the perfect bottom boy. Hot bubble butt, sexy dimples, short and cute with a great smile and an amazing mouth with BJ lips. A guy everyone wanted to fuck and most did. Scott was tall and handsome.
My job kept me busy until late at night and coming home was a nice relief. There was rarely a soul insight. I preferred it much more than coming home in rush hour. See, I live in New York City, and if you live in NYC too, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. The only pro to being stuck on a crowded train at rush hour was being able to rub up against the cute guys. "You horny?" he asked.
I love my job as a high school counselor, but it can get tiring at times. Sometimes the political forces at play in a high school can cloud what is really important, the kids. I also liked what I saw in the mirror, a handsome New YoRican. I stand 6 feet tall, with naturally tan skin, nice heavy eyebrows, large deep brown puppy dog eyes with long lashes, straight nose and full lips.
When the airline announced that our flight would be delayed at least an hour, I heard his low voice. He was sitting across from the check-in desk, wearing a thin white tank top and thin, but body-hugging grey shorts. He looked like a college jock. The baseball cap pushed low on his head shielded much of his face. Once I noticed him, I couldn't stop looking at him.
It was mid July and a very warm night. A very close friend and I were out driving around looking for some hot action. We enjoyed this picnic area that is located on a small island on the to a very well known tourist spot. At this picnic area in the evenings many gays meet there. That night we drove around the picnic area twice in a half hour not finding much action. I dared him to do the same.
I finally felt free, free to do whatever I wanted without having to worry that someone was going find out or have to "clean up" any evidence. My parents were cool with it, and so was everyone else. I had met Franklin through a friend of mine and he seemed cool. ok I had a total crush on him. thats right 9 pack abs! I had no idea that was possible.
I took a fence repair job outside of the town limits in Cody,Wyoming and there was this bunk house I shared with one other guy. It was on our 5th day and the guy I shared the bunkhouse with we were by ourselves so we could talk more freely. He said, "John, I want to ask a question and you don't have to worry it won't go beyond me. I said, "OK go ahead and ask."
The cordless phone haphazardly lying right next to me in bed rudely awakened me. Not the sound you want to hear after a long hard night of partying with the boys. Not out of the norm for a 21-year-old college student, "Hello"? I grumbled into the receiver. "Wake up Collin, it's 11 o'clock for God's sake!" Ryan said jokingly. I slipped off my CK's and started the water. Fuck, I needed that.
He asked for a cigarette, which I promptly provided. "Damn, that beer looks good," he said. "You got another one of them cold ones, yo?" It was not like he was asking. I felt small and helpless before him. He knew that I had beer and he was having some. It was as simple as that.
He told me his name and after a few more beers, he was the one who brought up the subject of sex. It came at the conclusion of rambling story about how his mother passed away and his dad kicked him out of the house when he turned 18; and how today was his 21st birthday which was why he was drunk, and how all his friends didn't want to have anything to do with him because he sometimes smoked crack; and that the one thing he wanted for his birthday was to be with a woman, but the only bitches he knew were whores and it would be a cold day in hell before he paid a bitch for sex. In fact, bitches should be the ones paying him.
"Bitches go crazy-shit over my dick," he bragged. "They take one look at me and they know my snake is long as hell! Dayumm, yo! This shit is wack! I can't even get a fuckin' blowjob for my birthday! All I fuckin' want is to get my dick sucked and I can't even get that!"
Tunk jumped up from the bench and paced. He pounded his angry fists into a tree trunk so hard that I thought he would rip the skin from his knuckles.
"Hey, be careful," I said. "You'll hurt yourself."
"What are you, a faggot?" he asked, looking at me sharply. Again, not a question, but an assertion. "Yo, maybe I am gonna get my dick sucked tonight. You ever suck cock, Joe?"
"Yeah, I've messed around with some guys before."
"You wanna suck my dick right now? That's what I'm lookin' for, man. C'mon, suck my dick right now. Come over here and get it."
Tunk leaned back against the tree and unbuttoned his pants. He pushed them halfway down his thighs, along with his boxers. His flaccid cock was as long as mine erect. A beautiful long black snake, thick and uncut. Almost no pubic hair. His smooth balls were the size of walnuts.
I dropped to my knees took the head of his dangling cock between my lips.
"Oh, yeah, just like dat," he moaned. "Take it all, man. Yeah, suck my dick. Make it get hard in yo mouth."
I worked that African spear all the way down my throat, tonguing it and licking his nuts. I gagged as it stiffened into a nine inch pipe, but I was able to take it. I've sucked a lot of cocks in my day and know how to relax my throat to take even the biggest tool.
"Yo, you ever been with a black guy before?"
I nodded as I continued sucking his cock. His hips began to thrust.
"Then you know what it's all about, man. It's all about that cash, know what I'm sayin'? You gotta help a brother out. How much you got on you?"
Tunk held my head down on his crotch with one hand, impaling my throat, his balls banging my chin, and with the other hand he reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar.
"You got any more?" he demanded.
I shook my head no. My eyes must have been wide with fright.
"That's okay, it's all good. Keep suckin' that dick. You paid for it, baby. Enjoy it all you want. You like my dick, don't you. You ever had a dick this big?"
I shook my head no.
"Then this is yo lucky day, Mikey. I'm gonna let you suck the juice right out of my dick. Yahhhhh, suck it like that. Dayummm, you a good cocksucker. Do all white boys suck cock like this? Sheee-ittt, that's what I thought!" he roared when I nodded yes.
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.
This coming September it will have been ten years since I moved to New York City from a small town outside of Pittsburgh. I have two college buddies there whom I always make an effort to see. Their names are Ted and Don. It was just the guys. When Ted and i got to his boat, Don was already sipping a brew.
5 inch uncut black cock until my face was covered with come. I had never anticipated doing something like this,but was incredibly turned on by the sight of such a huge cock and felt I would probably never get the chance again. I enjoyed that first time and decide I wanted more. 5 inch cock.
I'm a white guy with blue eyes, age 35, 6 feet and a defined body. I was home with a black stud I just met on gay chatroom. He was a true bull, age around 40, more than 6 feet and probably 200 ponds of muscles, like the guys employed in the security for concerts or disco, shaved head and intense black eyes. We made rapid presentations, his name was Cary.
Marty is one of those computer geek guys. He's good looking, sandy brown hair, green eyes and a mustache. I know that he's been cruised by girls and guys alike, but he's just been oblivious to it. He never had sex with a girlfriend or boyfriend for that matter. That was kind of scary.
I had been straight but curious all through college, but, aside from a j/o experience with a friend, I had never been with a guy. But this was my wild year, living on my own in the Big City, and I was determined to make the best of it. I had been to a couple of gay clubs before.
I knocked on the door. Two men answer the door with smiles on their faces. They look me down once and then invite me in. They tell me to make myself comfortable in the bedroom. I proceed to lay sideways on the bed. One of them lays down in front of me and the other one lays down in back of me. Bobby is the one in front of me and the other one's name is Dan. It's sooo hard. It felt soooo good.
I am a masturbator and an exhibitionist, and often take digital pictures of myself masturbating in different places and post them in various internet groups. One day I was driving out in the countryside and I passed an old barn that seemed to be abandoned. There was no-one around, and the field around it was all overgrown.
he seemed like a nice guy, so when he called a week later with a stopped up drain, I agreed to visit his house to correct the problem. Usually drains are not much of a problem so I wore regular street clothes rather than coveralls. Don let me in and showed me to the kitchen. I laid on my back and crawled under the sink below the drain trap. I was a mess. It felt good so I didn't protest.
My best friend Charlie (a girl) and I were planning on going out for a night on the town, stopping at a few of our favorite bars along the way. We donned our warmest coats, gloves, scarves and hats (very carefully to avoid mussing our hair) and left, locking the door behind us.
I had been chatting with this hot horny Latino stud. We organized to meet. I'm a mid 40's guy, good looking with buzz cut hair and a perpetual 3 day growth. 5" 10" about 156lbs good body smooth chest and a thick 8" cut cock. I am top and the city is packed with eager bottoms. He was even hotter in real life.
The 2 guys in this room are both jocks. Tall, lean hard bodies. I'm really horny and I hear 1 of the guys in the shower. I decide to hide in his closet so I can look out the slats in the door when he gets out of the shower and jerk off while he dresses. He comes into the room just as I hide in his closet.
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.
Was studying in the library when Mark decided to sit down next to me. We end up studying together for hours and then he suggest we head over to his place. Some problem with the heating causes his place to be scorching hot. He immediately strips down to just his Champion shorts, popping off his sweatshirt, tee, shoes, and socks. I look at his body.
I couldn't get over how good-looking they were, which Seth understands; he knows his four big male feet turn me on. He was already pretty boned through his underwear just looking at his four nice-looking feet - they turned him on as much as they turned me on, if not more. It was cool that he had them out and on display for me, as well as for himself. My hands savor i.
That's the third time that green and white Chevy pick-up truck has passed me. I know he's cruising me. Checking me out. I love walking around this neighborhood at night. Even though it's near downtown, it's dark & quiet. Just a block off the main drag. It's also a cruising area for guys looking for some man to man sex action. Who's only too happy to oblige them, and service their need.
I took a fence repair job outside of the town limits in Cody,Wyoming and there was this bunk house I shared with one other guy. It was on our 5th day and the guy I shared the bunkhouse with we were by ourselves so we could talk more freely. He said, "John, I want to ask a question and you don't have to worry it won't go beyond me. I said, "OK go ahead and ask."
For the record, it was not *the* military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was *a* military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents.
I really wanted to have sex with a black guy, but I never had the opportunity. I hang with black guys, but they are all straight. I love cock. I met Leon through these same friends of mine at a barbecue. He was somehow related to one the guys I hang out with. He was six foot two and weighed about 200 lbs. He was very built and had dreads in his hair which was a major turn on.
Puberty never really kicked in strong for me, like with other kids, my voice broke and I got pubic hair, but for the most part my body was pale and smooth looking and at 5'7" I looked young. The good thing was I did look kinda sweet and innocent so that gave me a certain kinda freedom. Michael was pretty much my complete opposite.
He loved watching their smooth dark skin as they skillfully dribbled the ball with their lean, muscular arms. The only problem was he had little in common with any of them. While the black boys dominated the basketball court, Danny spent most his time performing on the stage in theater. Some of the theater productions required heavy choreography. He struck up a conversation with the lean, mus.
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