Returning to the living room, I found Shorty puffing away on the glass crack pipe again, practically drooling at the fuck scene on TV. Jake Steed, perched on the edge of a swimming pool while a big-titty black girl in the water was giving him a blowjob.
"Nice flick, man," he said. "Tunk was tellin' me you know how to take care of a nigger. Think you can take care of this for me?" He pulled his juicy, brown, uncut cock from his boxers. It looked like a cigar, not as long as Tunk's, but fatter.
I licked my lips and went down on him. He took another hit off the pipe and handed it to me. He told me to exhale the smoke onto the head of his dick.
Tunk walked back in, naked, his cock swinging, toweling dry his upper body. He laughed seeing me at work on Shorty's cock.
"Yo, didn't I tell you this white boy knows what to do for a nigger?" He asked how much I'd given Shorty for the privilege and ordered me to take care of that right away. I fetched two twenties and gave one to both men. Tunk said, "Aiiighht, now we can down to business. Suck on this, boy."
Shorty handed Tunk the pipe. Tunk had me blow smoke on his cock too. Apparently it kept their dick steel-hard, heightening the sensation without bringing them to orgasm. For the next hour, they took turns letting me suck their cocks while they continued to smoke and worked the remote control, freezing scenes, rewinding and forwarding.
Shorty wanted to fuck me in the ass. Tunk said, " Bitch, you don't mind if my man fucks you in the ass do you?" Not a question. An order.
My well lubed bunghole was an inch from the head of my 9. 5x5. 5" silicone toy and I would literally collapse onto it as forced it's way deep into my body. Pleasure would ripple through me causing my nipples to become hard. I would ride it's length with abandon, drops of perspiration ran down the small of my back as I fucked it to a state of breathlessness. Oooh. 5x6. 5" cut!.
He was a mid-twenties slacker who wanted to be an underground cartoonist. I'd gotten him a little work at the Ad agency I worked for. He could draw really well, but things were slightly 'off': angst ridden faces wouldn't do for a story board with Sharon Stone exhorting us to buy Crisco Oil.
I have not had a shower for three days. I had developed a strong manly order from the work and exertion of the last few days. I was looking forward to getting back to the truck, get back to town, cleaned up and go cursing town for a man. I am still about a mile from the parking area, when I hear footsteps on the trail ahead of me. I spot through the trees a single man.
I was at work awaiting my first patient. You see this was going to be my new business as a masseuse. A man walked in the front entrance and introduced himself to the receptionist. "Hi I'm Brad Phillips.". My receptionist says "Welcome to 'Pleasurable Relaxation' Mr Phillips, have a seat. Doctor Michaels will be with you shortly."
You see, I'm married and while I'd been hooked on gay porn for some time, I'd never gotten up the nerve to actually make contact with anyone. Then I found a website for gays in my city and I decided to post my info. That's where I first came into contact with him. His "handle" said that he was older and "hard. " I, myself am 36 years old and really into bears, and older men.
I was on the soccer team and knew some of the brothers already from the team. I was really hoping one of those guys would have been my big brother but that's not how it worked. I got Erik as my big brother. Erik wasn't on the soccer team. he was one of only 3 brothers who was on the football team. He was the first guy I had sex with in the frat house.
I was getting ready to jump into the shower as I looked at myself in the full length mirror in the bathroom. My body is in really great shape, I try to workout whenever I can and I have great pecs, and fine tight round ass and a good sized cock. But the hair, I had to do something about the hair.
My name is Zane I am a 26 yo well hung white male with lot's of dark silky body hair, full head of black hair ( when not shaved or clipped short), 6' tall, 175#, muscular and handsome 7 1/2 uncut. I love to play with hair, shaving, buzz cuts. He said a friend would be over for a flat top and some body trimming the next night. I stripped and took John's place in the chair.
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.
While I took Tunk's cock down my throat, Shorty got behind me, gobbed spit on his cock and slowly pushed it into my rectum. Shorty fucked me slow at first, then speeded up. He smacked my ass a few times with his open palm. "Harder!" said Tunk, egging him on. Shorty spanked me so hard I cried out.
"Yaaaahh," said Shorty, enjoying my reaction. "Whiteboy got a sweet marshmallow ass, man," said Shorty. "Sure you don't want none of this? It's fine, man. Aint fucked a white boy since I was locked up."
"Naw, man, I don't fuck no faggots. Go on, tear it up. Fuck dat pussy. I'm think' of putting a skirt on him and pimpin' his punk ass. Make us some money, yo!"
"How much you think dis bitch can pull in?" asked Shorty.
"Sheee-ittt," Tunk exclaimed. "I figure if he blows five brothers a night, $20 each, that's $100 in our pocket."
"Yeah, but no brother gonna pay a fag to suck his dick."
"Yeah, dats why we gotta dress him up like a girl."
They made me shave off my mustache and goatee to see how feminine I looked without facial hair. Then I had to shave my chest hair and stomach. They stood by me in the bathroom and watched as I applied the razor to my body. Tunk took a shit while I shaved my legs. Shaving my hairy body in front of them was more humiliating than anything I had done before. The one part of my body they didn't order me to shave was the hair on my crotch, since they figured no john would see that anyway.
"Naw, I liked his face better when it looked like a pussy," said Shorty.
Tunk concluded I probably wouldn't be worth much as a hooker in drag. For a few hours more I continued to suck their cocks. Shorty pumped my ass until it was sore. At some point I must have passed out.
When I woke, it was morning. I was lying on the floor, naked. Tunk and Shorty were gone. So was my TV, VCR, gold chains, CDs and porno tapes. I found my gym shorts and tee-shirt lying in a pile, soaked in piss. That's when I realized they had pissed all over me as well. The urine had dried from my body, but I smelled like the bottom of a urinal. I did the only thing I could do. I jerked off.
For the next week or so, my entire body itched as the hair slowly grew back on my chest, stomach, and legs. I had the locks changed and never ran into either of them on the street again. I have no regrets. It cost me a lot, but they gave me a night to remember for the rest of my life. I would do it all over again.
I was 18 at the time. I was rather small for my age, skinny and looked rather girlish. There was of course nothing wrong with the male parts of my body. I had evolved like any other boy of my age. The only thing that bothered me was the lack of body hair. I wasn't part of any of the sports teams but was part of the gymnastic team, which was seen by the other boy as being for girls.
For a long time since my first having sex with a man, I had been fantasizing about being with different men. I never have chose to label myself as either gay or straight, but always tried to keep my adventures my secret. One night, after a party, I wasn't in the mood to sleep, so I bumped around on-line for a while. Eventually I found my way into the local gay chat room.
He was a mid-twenties slacker who wanted to be an underground cartoonist. I'd gotten him a little work at the Ad agency I worked for. He could draw really well, but things were slightly 'off': angst ridden faces wouldn't do for a story board with Sharon Stone exhorting us to buy Crisco Oil.
Recent laws have pretty much shut all glory-hole video stores, but if you look hard enough you can find them. I had stopped at a few places, but they either had security cameras or some local idiot watching over you. Well, I finally found the place, about 20 miles out of town in the burbs. Very small sign, open 24 hours the usual stuff.
Although I'm not really in the closet, I don't advertise myself, either - especially at work - but after three hours of non-stop drinking, I was feeling reckless. After three hours of staring at Craig, the manager of our company store, I was feeling horny, too, especially since I knew he was gay. Well, I was nervous and excited. Anyway, we went back into his office and he started talking.
He passed to row of lockers separating the washroom from the main corridor and pushed open the door. At the entrance was a row of sinks and then to the left was a row of urinals to the left and right followed by the cubicles. Ken immediately noticed all the graffiti and had started to read some of it when his eye caught sight of movement in the stall to his left.
Over the weekend I had attended a conference and so I didn't get to jack off as much as I normally do; so, imagine how much pent up "energy" I had. When I got home I stripped my clothes off and pop in a skin flick for extra satisfaction. My cock felt hot to the touch and so soft and sensitive.
When this started we were both single after failed marriages and 32 years old and working for the same software company. Considering the sedentary nature of the work we do, over a beer one night we decided that maybe we should join a gym and try to work out on a regular schedule.
This is a hard story to start because it had no real beginning or significant ending. The middle part however was very nice. I'll start with a little history to set the circumstances and to explain how a story can exist without really beginning or ending. I'm in my middle fifties and through good fortune managed to find myself divorced with enough money left to retire comfortably.
Meeting my Black Daddy. This was my first time with a Black Cock. I went to an adult book store Circle Cinema and was going booth to booth looking for a glory hole with someone on the other booth.
I had gone to the sports camp the year before and liked it, but this year was destined to be an entirely new experience. There were kids there from all over the state, and my roommate was a black kid. He was only about a year older than me, but taller, huskier and more developed. I was a bit of a late starter myself and just barely out of puberty, to be honest.
I see young guys all day in shorts and tee shirts, or no shirts, wishing I could bury my face in their hairy crotches and suck the sweet nectar of their young manhood out of them. I frequently drive around after 10pm, looking for a lone young guy to pick up. Weeknights are best. I was driving one night and I saw a young Hispanic guy walking from a bus stop.
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