A Mother’s Journey

So I met an insatiable lady during my travels and as we increasingly became comfortable with each other we started sharing our personal kinks. One of our mutual fantasies was taboo family play. And she started confessing her feelings and attraction to her son. Below is her emails to me regarding what happened after months of talking about this. This is posted with her permission, and she’s looking forward to the feedback. If this doesn’t interest you, please move along to something that does.

Email #1
The other night my husband was out again and so I told my son I was staying in for the night. He told me he didn’t feel like going out either so we planned to eat popcorn and have a movie night (which are becoming more of a regular thing, most of the time very innocent). So that night I went to the couch and he was there in nothing but his boxers and white basketball shorts. I was wearing my little gray short shorts and a pink tank top with no bra or underwear. When I walked in the room the sight of him just made me giddy and I practically pranced to him. My son chose a scary movie for us to watch which I was not thrilled about but I sat down and huddled up next to him and said “you better protect me! I’m gonna get scared of this one!” And he laughed and put his arm around me and replied “I always got you” which the mom in me is just touched by. So anyways, I had the popcorn ready and the movie was started. We were watching it and laughing with each other and talking equally and my son started teasing me about being scared of the movie so I throw a piece of popcorn at him. He threw one back and I’m not sure if he did it on purpose but it went straight down my shirt. My cleavage caught and and I just gave him a playful “dirty look” as a joke so he apologized and reached down my shirt and took the piece and put it right into his mouth! I told him my chest was all greasy now thanks to him and he apologized again and started wiping at where it landed with his hand ever so gently. I pulled my shirt down so my nipples were barely covered and at this point neither of us were watching the movie because he just was staring at my tits. I told him to clean it off good and he just started pressing his hands over the parts of my breasts that were exposed. He had a straight face and seemed sort of unsure of what I wanted from him but I just leaned into his hands until they were completely cupping my bare chest. My shirt was fully exposing my breasts and my son was sitting there with his hands on my tits staring in awe. I am so wet talking about it, it’s hard to even type oh my god I felt like I was going to explode in that moment!!!!! I looked down and saw my sons erection standing tall and rock hard through his basketball shorts!!!! Ok I literally need to take a break typing to make myself cum thinking about all the events of this night I will be back later

Email #2
So there we were on the couch with my son feeling up my completely exposed tits and me staring at his erection through his shorts. I was so turned on but I had to keep my composure. I started stroking my hand on his thigh and I think it startled him because he took his hands off me and apologized and kind of tried to cover his erection. At that point I was so caught in the moment that I took my shirt completely off and put his hands back on my tits. I told him it was natural for this to happen and t was completely fine. I told him we were just playing so it was okay. I started rubbing his thigh again and I slowly moved my hand over his boner and stroked it through his shorts. It was the most amazing feeling. It was so rock hard and stiff and felt bigger than I expected. I stroked it through his shorts for about a minute while telling him he was a good boy so that he would feel comfortable. He continued to feel my breasts more aggressively now and I could tell he was really getting into it. He seemed a little inexperienced with breasts because of just how crazy he went on mine! He was leaning into them and playing with my nipples it was amazing! He was moaning and squirming and It didn’t last long before he squeezed my tits hard and buried his face into them as he came through his shorts. The cum soaked right through and I could feel it soaking onto my hand. My son and I sat there for a second, him still rubbing my nipples (a little less aggressively now lol) and my hand resting on his cock. He popped his head off my chest once he had realized what happened and started apologizing. I just kept reassuring him how natural it was and that he was my good boy and I loved him. We took our hands off each other and I left my shirt off. I had to go make myself cum because I could feel that I was so wet my shorts were soaked! We both stood up and I told him we could talk about this soon if he would like and he just sort of awkwardly said “okay”. We both said we were tired and I told him how much I loved him and had a great time with him. I turned off the movie that was still playing and with my shirt still off and breasts still out, I hugged my son tight and kissed him hard. This was the best kiss I ever had oh my god it was long and hard. Not exactly making out but it was surely not a close mouthed motherly kiss and I could feel his still pretty hard cock press against me. We parted ways and went to our bedrooms. I made myself cum 4 times extra loud knowing he could hear me. This night was the most erotic experience of my life. I AM STILL IN SUCH AWE OMG! I have been dreaming of this for so long and making myself cum over these thoughts I can’t believe we got this far. This is the best thing to happen and I don’t know how to properly portray how good I all felt. I still do need to talk about it with him just to know how he felt and see if it could ever happen again (because I sure want it to). So I will give updates on when I talk to him and maybe elaborate more on this night because it still seems so surreal to me. But anyways I am so happy and nothing is better than a real mother and son loving each other as much as my son and I. Updates to come later!!

Email #3
So I told him how we needed to talk and we ended up doing so 2 days after it happened. The day after, I woke up and thought I dreamt the whole thing! He went to his friends house for the day which he had already planned to do so I didn’t get to see him until the day after. So when I saw him I was waiting in the front room of our house for him to walk in. I dressed in jeans and a blouse just to try and keep things stress free (saying this because I know you want me to wait naked for him to walk in!) and when he walked in I got up to greet him. I kissed him and he kissed me back a very small peck. He seemed a little shy so I asked him if we could talk about the other night. He said okay and we sat on the couch next to each other. I put my hand on his thigh to keep the closeness between us. I told him that everything that happened was natural and that it was okay. I told him that he always makes me feel good and I was only delighted that I made him feel good too. He looked at me and confessed he was a little embarrassed by the event because his own mother turns him on and he thought it wasn’t normal. I let him know that I understood why he would feel that way but there was nothing wrong with anything. Being his mother or not it was normal to be attracted to a woman’s body. I have to admit the whole conversation we were having Had me so nervous yet excited. I didn’t know how it was all going to go and I desperately wanted to know how he felt about it. I asked him if he was attracted to me and he told me he had been for a while. He told me he had been trying to build the courage to tell me!!!!!! He has thought about us doing that for some time. He seemed very nervous and unsure telling me all this as if I were trying to pull a prank so I finally told him that it turned me on seeing him like that and that I thoroughly enjoyed it. We talked about our attraction a little more and he told me how good it felt yet it was still a little strange. I agreed but then I told him that we have a special bond and that I love him more than anyone and that making him feel good and have an orgasm for me was one of the many best experiences I have had as his mother. OMG you don’t even know how good this all was to get out. I am trying to keep this short by editing out all the “wow it was so hot” and “we were both shaking” and all those comments that took up so much writing. But anyways, after we talked for a while I let him know he could still talk to me and I am still his mother and I would love to make him feel good any time. He has no plans for tomorrow and he said he wanted us to have a day spent at home together so OMG we will see where that takes us!!!!!

So that’s where we are, she’s a bit busy now so waiting for some updates. I do know that she’s sucked him off and tasted is cum at this point.

When i met BBC

when i met my first bbc i was trying out because my high school friend said if i fuck a black guy i won’t want a white dick no more but it didn’t quite happen that way. The black guy i fucked was alright but he wasn’t what i heard about so i kept on with the white guys. Years later i was working at a club and i started to see a lot of black men and i got offered to go home with a few and i refused cause i still had in my head what my first experience was like. One night my car had stopped running and it wouldn’t start up and it was like 3 am so these black guys pull up and asked did i need help and the one in the passenger seat looked good, he was sexy as fuck, but i said no but i really meant yes so they left. About a half hour later the good looking guy came back in his car and saw me still there and he said you need help? I said hell yes lol,lol. My car wouldn’t start up and he did whatever he did and he was trying for like 45 mins, then he asked where i lived and i told him. On our way home i was thinking how can i ask him to take me somewhere and fuck me but then he asked if i had a man and if i would cheat on him??? Y’all already know my answer. We went to a motel and he ate my pussy, licked all over me i felt like butter melting all over him OMFG!!! But when he pulled his thing out i was disappointed yet again but i let him hit it anyway and he did work it right it was just not what i needed i wanted to be screaming and getting handled like a rag doll. So my bbc fantasies was not fulfilled yet. Later on down the line i stayed faithful to my ex and i stopped thinking bout bbc but he stared treating me like i wasn’t important to him so one day we got into a fight and i left and took a walk had me a smoke to try and calm down and out of no where Dymo pulled up and said what a gorgeous little woman like you doing walking? You need a ride? And i didn’t think about it and i said yes but i had no where to go really. So he asked where i need to go i said anywhere. As he was driving i looked at him up and down, hands, feet, lips, eyes, etc. I wasn’t thinking about fucking him until he got out at the store and i saw his BBC print through his sweats and right then i knew he was the one. When he got back in the car i str8 up asked would he cheat on his girl lmao, i used the other guys line lol, lol, he said he doesn’t have a girl at this time, i knew it was on so we went back to his house and he did not waste any time he grabbed me started kissing my neck right in his hallway then he picked me up and carried me to his couch and roughly pulled my clothes off and pinned me down with my legs all the way back, started eating me out and i swear i came in 2 mins and he went at my kat again and i lost control i was in heaven. He stood up over me and pulled his BBC out and i grabbed it and i licked it, started sucking on it but it only went in my mouth a little i couldn’t fit it and he knew it but i tried my best. OMG, OMG. I layed back on the couch and he put that condom on and he fucked the shit out of me, i felt like my virginity was being broke again but way better i came and came and came every time we fucked, i couldn’t get enough by the time we actually stopped fucking it was way too late to go home so i told him i was staying and he said fine. I curled up next to Dymo and fell asleep, but before i did i remember thinking to myself how comfortable and secure i felt it was peacefull. Thats the day i met my BBC and i never turned back ever since. Thanks fir readind friends, love you sissy kisses

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İnsanların mutlu olma istekleri ve escortlar

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Making Him Earn It Pt 1 & 2

I was tired of guys thinking they had the upper hand just because I was on the bottom so after breaking up with my boyfriend of two years I decided from then on I would play hard to get, after all I was the one with the talent in need.

Guys said they knew me just because of the way I act and it was true I played into some stereotypes just to get what I wanted but it was never forced. It was an exaggeration. I had always been the sissy, the weakling, and the runt. Men wanted to try and dominate me my entire life, straight and gay, but I have some drive in me, some spark, hah flame, that endured a hell of a lot more than any of them could. They were the fragile ones. They liked to wrestle with me, pull off my clothes, and try to humiliate me but it never kept me down. I didn’t learn to live with it. I pushed through it.

So when Troy approached me at the bar I had his number right away. He was broad shouldered and a good eight inches taller than me making him about six-foot-four. I had never dated or fucked someone that tall before and I had an impression from pornography that guys that big also had big dicks. I got a chubby just from considering if it was big enough to wrap both of my hands around it at the same time but I told myself I had to ignore that thought he was mine after all. He was the one who needed me.

I could tell right away he was on the hunt for anyone of us at the table possibly and my friends could have had them if they could get him, normally I would have competed in the most direct actions but I forced myself to play it cool. I looked away from him as he started to talk, not rude, but preoccupied because the others would be polite, fight for his attention. I checked my phone, looked through the dancers and the crowd for other familiar faces, and even drained my drink before considering another one all the while listening to find out any personal details he offered.

He said he was in technology sales so I figured that meant cell phones or computers. I didn’t know that meant large scale. He was living in the gayborhood but he traveled a lot. He liked drag queens but could never imagine dating someone in a dress. He was hitting on everyone else but me though I could tell I had his attention by not giving him my attention.

One by one nearly everyone else got him out to the dance floor and through my brief observations I saw each of them was desperately grinding against him and he was amused. I had no way of knowing if my ruse was working as well as I wanted it to work and I tried to prepare myself if it didn’t.

I was on my second martini when he came back to the table in tow from one of the other boys who let go of him and dashed off to get a drink. He stopped next to me and started a conversation as if we had been talking the whole time. I was tempted to give him attitude but didn’t.

Instead I joined the conversation as if we had been talking the whole time and it was easy. Sometimes conversation just is, especially with the right people. It felt like we were old friends and fell into a habit of speaking, listening, and then speaking again until he motioned to the dancefloor. I’m not one to dance. Sometimes I feel like I am making a fool of myself. Sometimes I am making a fool of myself especially if I had one too many drinks.

This time I let him lead me out there and we started slow. I wasn’t going to throw myself at him. At first it was just fingers brushing against each other’s bodies then it wa hands and I knew he wanted more but I decided to up the stakes.

I was going to get him to do the one thing he probably didn’t usually do, at least not in a casual club like this, not when he was hunting and there were so many prey. He would have been the one to get us to do it but I felt emboldened by my own self-denial. I pulled him into me and spoke into his ear.

“Take your shirt off,” I said.

He pulled back and shook his head before he tried to reach for me again. He was going for my shirt. I knew it by the look in his eyes. Power games. He thought if he got me out there, if he got me dancing, then if I flirted with him he was going to get me to be the first one. Then he’d take me back to the table like some conquered prize.

No, I told myself, and then I pushed away from him and continued to dance. He came after me again and I decided to show him I wasn’t the desperate one. In fact there were plenty others who would have me. I spotted a guy nearby, a beefcake who was dancing with a slender young man like myself. Maybe I could have them both.

The beefcake looked back and in turn got his partner’s attention until all four of us were in a staring contest. I signaled that I was open to a three-way, hell maybe even a four-way, but Troy wasn’t having it and decided to break us away from them. He was trying when I told him again what he had to do.

He wanted me. So he did it. He took off his shirt to reveal a large, muscled body. I was still looking back over him at the beefcake when he tucked his shirt in his back pocket and moved his hips so that I could make out the band of his underwear and the v from his waist down under his jeans. He had gotten me away from the couple but I decided he was still far from getting me into bed.

We danced for some time. He started to grind on me and I started to play with his chest. We were sweaty and horny. I decided to break our reverie and led him back to the table where we stopped just long enough for me to check-in with my friends and let them know I was leaving with the hunter.

Thankfully as we were headed out he told me he had driven and that we could go back to his place because his roommate wouldn’t be there. I got into the passenger seat of his Audi and looked across at him still shirtless as he drove. I loved seeing his muscles in the partial light as they flexed with such mundane actions. I thought about giving him road-head but decided that was the previous me. No, I had been playing hard to get so far so I was going to make him work for it.

Back at his place, a small house in suburbia, we weren’t even the door completely before he turned on me and grabbed at my clothes. We kissed and it was perfect. Our warm tongues slid around each other as our hands pulled and gripped at each other’s clothing and skin. I went for his nipples and tweaked them, rubbed at them until they were hard and pointed.

He pulled at my shirt until it was up over my head then off, breaking contact with his nipples and our mouths only momentarily. He pushed the door shut and led me into his bedroom as we stripped off our clothes along the way until we were both down to our underwear.

I closed the bedroom door after me and was back at him. I pushed against his body until he was on his back on the bed and I was on top. He looked up at me and smiled.

“You’re one hot little fucker,” he said.

“That’s not the best of it,” I said.

He reached for my sides and I let him grip me for a moment before I pulled his hands away and pinned him to the bed and kissed him deeply. Our crotches rubbed together and I could tell even through the fabric that he was big.

I wanted him. But would this be my moment of truth? Would I lose my smooth, calm act? We rubbed cocks together and kissed as I thought about the next step. I felt wetness in his underwear and mine but I knew he hadn’t orgasmed so it was pre-come. I could have pulled his cock out, slipped onto it, and rode him but I thought of my boyfriend and everyone’s comments.

I pulled myself from his lips.

He tried to keep connected to me and for a moment I felt hot breath on my face and the shift of weight as he pushed up from the bed. He wanted me. But what was he willing to do to get it?

I pushed against him gently until he was on his back again and stopped rubbing into him. I sat there for a moment as if I had conquered him but the truth is we had done so little. We hadn’t done it. We hadn’t fucked.

Our breathing had both slowed as I tried to think of my next move.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I lied.

“Let’s fuck,” he said. He pushed up again but this time I knew he wanted to take something. He wanted to take me. Pull me down and kiss me.

“Hold on,” I said stopping him.

“Are you a virgin? I thought at the club you were acting suspicious.”

“I’m not,” I said. I needed time. “It’s just I didn’t plan on doing this. I need to shower and get cleaned up.”

“I’ll change the sheets. Come on, I’m about to lose control here.”

I smiled at his insistence. I reached out for his muscled chest and felt the roundness of his pectoral muscles. I moved a little on his cock and he moaned. I found his nipples and worked them until they were pointed and stiff, pulled at them.

He leaned forward and we kissed again, our cocks bent against our stomachs. I wanted him and he wanted me but I wanted to keep control. I pushed against him until he was on his back and I was an inch from his body. I hovered over him feeling the heat of his skin.

“Are you any good at taking care of yourself?”

“You’re going to leave me like this?”

“No,” I said, “I just don’t want you to lose interest and go soft on me.”

“What are you going to do?”

I pushed off the bed and tried to orient myself because I was in a stranger’s bedroom. I saw the doorway we where we entered. I saw another door but it had to be the closet. Then another doorway where the door was partially closed.

Out of habit I slid my feet because I usually left dirty clothes on the floor but there was nothing in my way. He’s tidy, I thought, good. I made my way into the bathroom and found the light switch and turned on the light but the sudden illumination blinded me so I turned it off, counted to three with my eyes closed and turned it on again.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Just one hand,” I said. “If you come before I get back you’re going to be disappointed.”

I closed the door and looked around. Everything in there was clean and I suddenly realized he must have a maid who comes at least a few times a week because no guy keeps the place clean on his own.

I wanted to tie him down. I wanted to gag him. I wanted to sit on him and fuck him until his eyes rolled back into his head.

There was nothing in here to do that, I thought. Until I spotted the laundry basket. I went to it and looked inside. It was full of dirty clothes. I pushed aside the shirt on top and began to rummage through his dirty laundry. If I could find the right pair of briefs then maybe I could tie him down.

Better, my heart skipped a beat, I found a jock strap, two in fact, though one was dirtier than the other so I put that one back. I set it on the counter and looked at myself in the mirror. What streak had possessed me? I thought of him out there in his bed alone. He might have lost control.

I opened the door a crack and told him to be patient then closed the door. First I wiped at myself with toilet paper but then I was feeling dry and scratchy so I looked for a wash rag. I didn’t have time for a shower. It was the sheets or the rag. I decided on the latter so I grabbed one from a pile of clean ones at the bottom of a stand. I wet it then began to wash at my ass, down into my crack, and at my hole. As I loosened up I felt my own cock stiffening until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I threw the rag in the trash, picked up his jock, and opened the bedroom door. We were both partially illuminated in the light and I liked the way it cast into his bedroom so I decided to leave it on as I made my way to his bed.

He was still on his back and toying with himself through his underwear. I asked him where he kept the lubricant and condoms. He told me in his bedside stand like most every gay man I knew including myself. It meant he fucked regularly.

There was the thought again that I was just another notch on his bedpost but I pushed it aside. We were here. We would do this.

I got onto the bed and moved up his body until I was over his crotch again but this time in my hand was his jockstrap. I gripped at his sides, pulled his hands from his body, up above his head, I worked the jock around his wrists until I felt like he couldn’t free himself.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Shh, if you don’t stay quiet I’ll have to gag you with your underwear.”

I ran my fingers down his arms to his armpits where I felt him squirm at my touch. I massaged the area until he relaxed and then ran my fingers to his chest and down his sides across each bone of his ribcage.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I said.

“Wait, I thought-”

“Shh,” I said.

I maneuvered my ass cheeks over his cock and slid along it making him moan. It had been long enough. We had both suffered too long. I retrieved the condoms and lubricant then slid down his body where I pulled off his underwear then tossed it up near his head thinking I really might use it to gag him if he got too loud, neighbors and such.

His cock stuck up into the air with a slight bend back to his belly button. I gripped it with one hand and squeezed. His balls were tight, the head engourged. I knew I could lose him if I wasn’t careful. I let go and opened the condom packet, found the reservoir tip in the light from the bathroom then touched the ring around the sides of the head. I rolled the sheath down over the shaft and gripped it again.

I opened the bottle of lubricant and squirted some into my hand then worked his cock and some between my cheeks. I was ready.

I positioned myself just above his cock then slid back on it slowly until I got stuck then I pulled off and pushed back on again a second and third time until finally I sunk down to his balls. His arms and hands sprung from the bed and for a moment I thought I would grab at me until I remembered that his wrists had been tied together. I ducked under his hands and let them settle over my shoulders. I could feel him pull at the back of my neck with the jockstrap binding. I moved down to kiss him as I worked myself on his slippery, covered cock.

Our lips parted.

“Oh fuck,” he said.

“That’s right, let yourself go,” I said.

I had always practiced my control. Squeeze then relief, move then stop, up then wait, down and hold. He began to moan and pant louder with each maneuver. I played with my own cock feeling that with each stroke I was adding extra friction when I slid.

I grabbed at his sweaty chest, his muscled arms with my free hand. This man who I had gotten shirtless on the dancefloor for me was mine.

“I’m gonna come,” he said.

“Wait,” I said.

“I can’t.”

He began to yell out.

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Oh fuck!”

I reached for his underwear, found them by one little bit, and picked them up, balled them in my hand and moved them to his mouth where I stuffed them inside.

His cries partially muffled I decided to finish him off. My own cock was throbbing and I didn’t know how much more I could last.

I sped up, pounded against his balls, and he raised himself from the bed trying to match me. Then he thrust up one last time and let out a final moan. I was close so I decided to let loose. We would need new sheets anyway. I sprayed over his chest and up onto his face hitting his chin. I let out a laugh and I could tell he wanted to as well but couldn’t so I pulled out the gag.

I pulled myself from his cock then sat on it as I teased the last sensations from myself.

“You were good,” I said.

“Fuck,” he replied.

Caught being gay part two

Every one in this fictional story is over 18 and nobody is related. You may want to check out part one because I deviate from the main subject in this part but it’s a necessary part of the story. If not, this should still stand up on its own.

I panicked and dropped to the bed covering my cummy cock with the sheet while scanning for my underwear. He spun his head around and looked but she was gone. He looked at me and asked what and as quietly as I could I whispered mom saw us! He said no way and I said yeah but I don’t know how long she was there. She definitely saw me kiss you. I couldn’t believe it he said well the cats out of the bag might as well and he grabbed for my cock.
I said no dude I’m too freaked out plus I just came anyway
The next couple days nothing was said and I kinda played it cool. I felt like mom was raging inside but holding it in so I just stayed away as much as possible. I did all my chores without being asked just to avoid making her talk to me. I avoided messing around with my b****** also just so I didn’t press my luck.
Then another weird thing happened. I was hanging out in the neighborhood a lot more and struck up a conversation with some goofy older guy I’d seen out around his house before. He was really nice to me and talked to me like a buddy not like a stodgy old man. We were out on his porch talking for a while.
He asked me if I tried smoking yet, did I ever ditch school and so on. He asked me if I had a girlfriend yet and I said no but I like a couple. He asked me who they were and I named a few from school. None of them were around the neighborhood and he asked me what girls in the area were cute. I named off a few and vaguely indicated where they lived in the neighborhood. When I mentioned Shannon he laughed and said I had advanced tastes in girls. He admitted she had great tits so I bragged that I saw down her shirt once and exaggerated that I saw it all. He thought that was great and told me he noticed all the girls I mentioned from around all seemed to be older girls with nice curves. I just admitted that the sexy girls were more like real women than the rail skinny boobless baby girls my own age. He laughed and said that was cool but his voice got lower and he said that’s ok you’re young yet you’ll like the skinny babyfaced ones too someday. It was weird but he kinda accidently touched the front of his shorts a couple times while all this was going on. I acted like it never happened but he did have a pretty big bulge in front so maybe it was harder to avoid I guess.
He asked me in an excited tone if I wanted to see some tits and I said hell yeah so he invited me in and sure enough he had dirty magazines spread out across the coffee table. Lol he also had a few dirty cum rags s**ttered around the living room. I was in awe of his collection of porn. Mine was mostly torn out cum crusted pages or a few magazines that were outside for a while. Plus I had to share all my porn with my b******.
When I looked up at him he had his shirt off and was holding up one hairy man boob as he laughed loudly and said you wanted to see tits here you go. I thought that was pretty funny so I said I like these better and pointed at the magazines. He acted bummed that I didn’t like his man tits or his hairy belly. He was pretty chubby, but as we dove into the pile of porn I wondered if you could suck on a guys nipples and successfully convince yourself that they were female.
The magazines were mostly mainstream titles like hustler and cheri but they were all new and had cum on only a few pages.
When we got done scanning through the top pile he was openly jacking off through his shorts. I was hard as hell but still to shy to jack it in front of anyone else, besides, so far, my gay b******.
We compared a few pictures back and forth between the two of us but as we started getting into the bottom shelf there were more specific types of porn. One was mostly young girls type teenybopper pictures including some hot ones of a cute blond getting split in two by a huge older dick. It was shot like over the guys shoulder like you could see what he was seeing and I said that made it really hot, and when it got to the end there was a shot of just the huge dick and the girls face with globs of cum all over it. The pictures were great because the contrast between her tiny body and his huge dick made it seem much more extreme. When I showed him a few pics out of that one he said he really liked the daddy/daughter spreads. I never realized that it was that specific, but then I showed him the little tiny heart tattoo on her ass and said that ruins the roleplay. He just looked at me funny and then showed me what he was looking at. They were beautiful girls but when you looked down they had dicks! Some looked exactly like women and some just looked like boys in make up and lingerie. The action shots were awesome with every sex combination possible. Some were a guy getting sucked and fucking the girly boy but alot of them were also the other way around. The anal sex fascinated me. I couldn’t wait to stuff my hard little dick into a hot tight butt. Any butt. I didn’t really want to think about being on the bottom though. I thought that would hurt like hell. He then showed me a picture of two femboys he called them, and the one being fucked had a pool of cum on his dick and balls while he had a dick in his ass. I asked if he could really cum from being fucked instead of fucking and my friend said yeah a lot of guys prefer it that way. I didn’t know what to think about that but he didn’t elaborate how he knew so I let it drop.
At this point he took his cock right out of his shorts and continued jacking without his shorts in the way. He suggested I do the same. My shyness took a back seat by now I was too far gone to stop, so I freed my little cock. As I started to rub it at the same speed he was jacking his, he scooted over right next to me and rubbed my back. First he suggested we finish stripping since the shades were closed and the doors locked. I wondered at that because I saw him close the door but didn’t realize he had locked it as soon as he let me in. That’s when I realized that he meant to play with me somehow all along. He confirmed that when he suggested I sit in his lap after I got naked. I climbed on him and he set his cock up between my pale white legs and rubbed it against my thighs. Then he slowly started rubbing my dick for me while he squeezed my legs together and pumped between my thighs. My little cock felt good in his big meaty hand. He asked me if I liked it and I moaned and leaned against him. He stopped rubbing my back and started rubbing my butt instead. I moaned again and he took his other hand off my dick just long enough to turn my head towards him for a long deep tongue kiss. After the first taste of his tongue, he let go of my chin as I stayed in that position and returned his kiss darting my tongue around his and trying to lick the inside of his mouth. Now he started moaning too and I don’t know what came over me but I broke up our kiss and bent down to take his nipple into my mouth. He did really have nice sloppy tittys and I half thought you could imagine it was an older chubby lady if you squinted so you couldn’t see the hair on his tits.
So he’s humping between my legs, jacking me off and now fingering my asscrack all at the same time, while I am sucking both of his fat titties. I came in 45 seconds. I was kinda backed up too, since I hadn’t even jacked off since my mom caught me and my b****** messing around. He surprised me when he scooped up the cum off my cock and rubbed it all around the head of his own dick to make it slippery while he continued to fuck my thighs. He probed my butthole opening a little with his fingertips which didn’t seem so bad but as he started going faster between my legs, he started going deeper in my ass. He finally got in to the point where he had to curve his finger to go any further and when he did, he was scratching an itch inside my butthole I never knew existed.
He started loudly going uh uh, and right when it started to twitch I grabbed the top part of his big cock that kept poking out from between my thighs and stroked his precum on his head, and his regular cum came out immediately after. It squirt out really hard out of the back of my hand and a bunch of it landed on both of us. I noticed some on his face, and there was so much I probably had some too, and by the look on his face staring at me it was probably so. He squirt seven times and every time it was a hard airborne shot. I was actually horny enough to keep playing but he pulled his finger out of my butthole and started trying to rush around cleaning up all the cum. I guess he suddenly felt bad and guilty because I was u*******, but I shushed him and successfully eased him back down on the couch, andit was the girlyest thing I’d ever done, I started roving up and down his body scr****g up his and my cum with my bottom lip and slurping it up into my mouth, including all over his messy cock. He just gasped and told me I was an interesting little boy. I told him I would never tell anyone what we did because I would get in as much trouble as he would. He said he seriously doubted that, and I told him he didn’t know my mom.
I got dressed and then actually seriously kissed him as I said I was leaving. I told him I would like to come back and see him and again it was our secret and he finally said ok but we had to be cool. I said no problem I’ll be around on my bike. He told me if he was up for it he would invite me in discreetly and I was to cut through the back to come in his house. I was excited as I left having a new playmate to mess around with and far enough away from home to not get caught.
When I got home and hour later I hid in my room. My mom stopped by my room in passing and asked me what I had been up to all day. I said I was messing around in the woods by the tracks and she said that was weird Shannon’s mom said she saw me talking to the creepy old guy two blocks over. Oh yeah I told her I talked to him for a minute on my way past. She told me to stay clear of him that the real reason his wife left was because he tried to m***** her two daughters. Holy shit that’s weird I said to myself but got an inward smile when I thought I hoped he might m***** me some more.
I lost that inward smile when mom said, I have to warn you because I know how you and your b****** like doing sissy shit.

My First Black Cock

I have always wanted to try this. And here I am is actually and finally experiencing it. I met this black guy, Steve on Xhamster was his name, his Xhamster name was Bottom Bull. Bottom Bull 58, brown skin, he is well built for his age. Bottom Bull is 5’10”, 200lbs, and hairy. Bottom Bull’s not ugly nor handsome. Bottom Bull cock is cut, dark and nice 7.5in surrounded with thick nappy pubic hair. Bottom Bull balls are full and fat, little beads of hair covers his balls.

Bottom Bull’s cock was wet with a mixture of pre-cum, lubricant and my own saliva. What I loved most about his cock was the big head. How it swells as I suck on it. How it gets wet with crystal drops of his salty, tasty pre-cum.

I’m sitting on my knees, with my arms stretched to support my weight. I must look like a Japanese geisha waiting to serve her master. The view of my (well lubed) round pale ass right next to his hard black throbbing cock (threatening to invade it) must be amazing. I arch my back, both to prepare myself for what will happen next, and to seduce him even more.

I feel the big mushroom- beautifully sculpted- black head, wet and slippery, rubbing against my tiny, tender and pink tight (well, small butt-plugs and few dildos- not necessarily my own dildos- don’t count) asshole. Bottom Bull’s rough strong hand on my shoulder, the other holding me by the waist. Bottom Bull’s hand slips and rubs my white ass cheek. It quickly, yet tenderly, runs through my ass crack. I can feel his finger slipping into my asshole, only for a split of a second. It reminds me of how empty I feel. I feel something should be plugged down there. And I can’t think of anything better than Bottom Bull’s hard wet black cock. It’s so long and thick I wonder how deep I can let him go.

Bottom Bull holds his hard black cock against my hungry pink hole. He starts pushing it slowly. I’m so excited and horny that I start trembling and shaking. It might also be the fear. Fearing his strong powerful cock. I whisper to him ” I want you, take me, Bottom Bull”. I can feel his breath on my ear. Then it’s his tongue. Then it’s on my neck. Bottom Bull is licking my neck as he slowly pushes his cock into my hole. His cock is stretching my hole, but doesn’t really hurt. Bottom Bull took his time preparing and fingering my ass that his cock just slides in. I can feel his warm cock sliding in.. inch by inch. I can almost feel the outline of his cock sliding through my fuck tunnel. I’m on my knees and he is riding me now like a dog fucking his bitch. I feel dirty, but mostly I feel totally dominated by this black man and it makes my cock hard as a rock.
I feel a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip of my hard cock. As if he can feel it too, he reaches and strokes my cock, smearing the pre-cum on the head, then rubbing my balls gently. I’m in heaven now. Bottom Bull’s black cock is almost fully buried in me. I can feel his head almost rubbing against the end of my fuck tunnel. I push back against him. I want him all, so fucking bad. I arch my back more, and push against him as far as I can. Bottom Bull groans. Now he holds my waist by 2 hands. My lover pulls me and starts thrusting harder and deeper. Bottom Bull is now riding me, literally. My new black daddy bites my neck and I moan. A soft moan I never knew I could produce. Only getting fucked by such a cock can get out the feminine horny slut in me.

Bottom Bull rides me for 10 full minutes. I squeeze his cock with my asshole. Bottom Bull keeps fucking me from behind, but changing angels and speed. I want him to cum. I wanna milk his balls empty.

After fucking, sweating, moaning, biting and licking.. stroking and ..more fucking.. he cums!

I feel like a prey that can’t get away. Bottom Bull is on top of me and holding me firmly. I get turned on when I am being dominated. He is fucking me freely before he finishes inside me and I just have to take it. It feels like nothing else. Bottom Bull hot cum squirting in me. I just moan in a small girlish voice. Pushing back to take more of his cock, and milk him again with my tight asshole. Bottom Bull keeps fucking me. Using his cum as lubricant. This black thug fuck me more and faster and … he cums again. Squirting more cum inside me. I moan again “ohh.. Your hot cum in my ass.. filling me…”

Bottom_Bull withdraws his cock, letting some cum drips out of my fucked asshole.. then he slides back in. He stroked my white cock faster and I cum, and cum.

My balls are empty, but my ass is full of Bottom Bull’s cum. Bottom Bull fingers me and all his cum starts dripping out of me. I feel so slutty, so dirty…

I know soon he will be hard again, I will be sucking on it again.. and I will be riding his cock again. And I can’t wait.

4 Times at the Gay Cruising spot, Part 1.

As mentioned in my previous story, The condom broke, http://xhamster.com/stories/the-condom-broke-857944), I am a bisexual, big, chub, fat guy who loves sex equally with men and women. At the end of my last story I stated I was fucked again a few days later. What I did not say is how many times I was fucked or where.

I either met and had sex at a local gay cruising/pick up location or went to the guys home nearby to have sex in his bed. I had three men, one transsexual and one woman that day.

Here is part 1:

I had a bunch of errands to run on the other side of town from where I live. On this side of town is a popular gay cruising site. It is a city park were guys can park, meet, talk face to face, arrange to go somewhere to have sex or if they are brave enough have sex there even with the lack of privacy and risk of getting caught.

This city park has two parking lots, a lower and an upper lot. At the lower lot is where the bathrooms are.

Because of the number of errands I had to take care of I decided I would start by driving to this park and see if anyone is there, if I recognize anyone or if there is anyone new I can have sex with. And I would do so after each errand until I was sexually satisfied. I was very horny that day and knew I would be able to cum multiple times if I had a break in between.

When I got there the first time I saw the car of someone I know in the lower parking lot and have had sex with multiple times. At first I thought he was not in his car and I would have to walk further in from the parking lot to find him. When I parked next to his car I saw he was reclined all the way back in the driver seat. I got out of my vehicle and walked to the driver side door of his and looked in the window.

His pants were down and he was stroking his very nice cock while watching porn on his smartphone. I knocked on his window and he looked up at me and smiled. He put his window down and I reached in and started stroking his cock. No one else was in the lower parking lot. I got his precum going pretty well and thought he was going to cum in my hand. Instead he stopped me, sat up and said lets go back to my place a few blocks away.

We drove to his place. Went in. Once we got to his bed room he grabbed me in a a warm embrace and we started kissing. I do not kiss many guys but I love kissing him. He is a great kisser and my cock always gets rock hard when we kiss. He knows this and grabbed my cock through my athletic shorts and started to stoke me. We broke our kiss and undressed. We got into bed and started sensual body contact and kissing. Feeling and rubbing each other, etc.

He then rolled me onto my back and started sucking my man boobs. He knows how much this turns me on. While he was doing that he was stroking my cock and I was stroking his. He brought me close to cumming more than once. He knows I like this when I have my man tits sucked because right after when he fucks me he knows it relaxes me and makes it easier for him to penetrate into me and then, once he is deep in me I tighten up I “lock”his cock in my ass until he cums.

Once I was ready we got into the fucking position we both like. Me on my side, with one leg bent and brought up to my chest and him straddling my other leg while he enters and fucks me passionately.He entered me easily, I tightened up and he slowly fucked me until I could not stand it anymore and he increased his thrusting going deeper and deeper into me until his cock exploded his cum deep into my bowels. I felt the incredible thumping and pulsating of his cock and the very warm sensation as his cum flooded into me.

After he was done and as before when we have sex I fuck him. He lays on his stomach, I straddle his legs and enter his hot tight ass and pump him as hard as I can until I cum in him. When I do this he cums a second time all over his bed sheets.

Afterward we lay there in each others arms and relaxed a bit. We got out of bed, cleaned up a bit I left to run my first errand.

My Favorite Cocksucker

We all need role models. My personal favorite is a first class cocksucker I met out West while serving in the military. He was a piano player in a local lounge near the training facility I was attending. The back room of the lounge doubled as a private after-hours bar for selected clients. Our facility provided the majority of those who were selected: young, hung, horny studs.

Don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t the backroom/black room, anything goes kind of gay bar scene. No, it seemed to be a quiet place where the men just wanted to keep on drinking. As I remember it, the only hint of gayness came from that piano player, who was eager to buy drinks for any hot, young guy willing to put out. At the time I thought everything was rather subtle, but, on reflection, I realize what was going on must have been blatantly obvious to even the most casual observer.

My introduction to the piano player, whose name was Lloyd, came when a buddy of mine, Alan, a blond, surfer type from LA, said he’d heard about the place and wanted me to go with him to check it out. When I tried to find out from him what kind of place it was, he just grinned and whispered, “You’ll love it!”

Now, Alan and I had met in the showers back at the barracks one evening. I looked up and, suddenly, here was this bold, golden-skinned, big-cocked, fucker starting up the shower right next to mine in the large, otherwise empty shower room. I had never seen him before, as he was newly reassigned, and my mouth dropped open at the sight of him. His reaction was to give me a knowing grin and rub a hand lasciviously through his crotch as I stared in awe. Before he was completely wet, he was completely hard!

It was one of the most magnificent cocks I’d ever seen! My body reacted to it without engaging my mind. My chest expanded and my nipples hardened; my abdomen tightened as my cock rose quickly in response to his. I watched his eyes widen as he took in every detail of my cock, which was the equal of his. We both knew we were looking at a hot, turned on male.

Wordlessly, he wrapped a hand around his large cockshaft and began jacking off. Right there. He didn’t give a damn about being caught. I found his actions extremely, overwhelmingly exhilarating, and, as if hypnotized by his beauty and his daring, my hand gripped my cock and I joined him in the jack-off without comment. We stood there, facing one another, a foot or two apart, pumping away like two horny teenagers, which is exactly what we were.

There we were, beating off. I didn’t know his name, nor he mine. But we’d become jack-off buddies from the moment we encountered one another. It was terrific! We both stared at each other as we fisted glowing meat, and within moments I knew I was approaching orgasm. He saw my reactions and knew what was happening. But before I came, he whispered, “I sure wish you’d suck this big thing for me.” He waggled the cock at me for emphasis.

I saw his cock enlarge to its most spectacular fullness, gleaming, shining in the bright shower room lighting. He kept pumping, but at the same time was offering it to me. It was such a lusty, sexy offering it put me over the brink. I quivered with ecstasy, stiffened, and exploded a giant wad of stringy white sperm into the air. It sailed between us and landed with a splat onto one of his solid breastplates.

He sucked in his breath and shot a wad right back at me. It landed noisily on my chest. Then, for what seemed like the longest time, we fired off incredible loads at one another. We really emptied our balls. During this unloading, he started rubbing my semen all over the front of his muscular body, unselfconsciously. I followed his lead, making my body gleam with his hot juice. The slippery syrup felt spectacular as I rubbed it all over my neck, chest, abdomen, cock, balls, and thighs.

Then, he lifted his cum-laden hand to his mouth and lapped at my liquid. His eyes closed with pleasure for a moment. When he opened them, he grinned. He saw me lapping at my sperm-covered hand, too.

“Geez, you’re sexy!” he sighed.

“Me? YOU’RE the sexy one!” I blurted out.

He laughed knowingly. I joined in after a moment. In that instant, we became close friends, even though we had yet to learn each other’s name.

It was only two days later, on a Friday evening, that Alan mentioned the local lounge. We napped, planning to go into town fairly late in the evening, then we showered together, showing puffy mutual interest, but withholding our urges for later that night. But the memory of that shower, with him standing so close we bumped each other as we lathered up, revving our engines with the contact and enjoying the sight of our strong bodies, is as strong today as if it happened last night.

At the lounge, a typical roadside bar really, we ordered a drink and, almost immediately, Alan told me the piano player seemed interested in me. I was startled. He just grinned. Then he left me and went over to talk to the piano player. I watched.

Lloyd was probably in his early thirties, I guess. Naturally, to an eighteen-year-old, he seemed, at first, like a lecherous old man. But as I watched the light banter between Alan and him, I could see that he was well put together: rather tall; strong build; rugged, almost handsome, features. Not at all like the picture of a licentious, drooling, insatiable cocksucker the military was always warning young recruits about.

Alan came back and told me that when the bar closed, in about an hour, Lloyd wanted to take him for a brief ride in his car. He told Lloyd that he was with me, and Lloyd had simply said to bring me along. Naively, I asked Alan where they would go.

Alan grinned. “You’ll see,” he said enigmatically, “and afterwards,” he added, “he’s going to bring us back here to their private, after hours bar and we can drink as much as we want!”

I sat quietly in the back seat. Alan’s head was writhing against the cushions of the front seat and I could hear slobbering, sucking noises from an unseen Lloyd. It was weird but strangely exciting. Alan was getting a blowjob! I was fascinated, but also deeply disappointed that I wasn’t the one giving him that blowjob, myself.

We’d parked in a deserted area, but soft lighting from old street lamps gave some illumination. Moved more by overwhelming curiosity than anything else, I leaned forward and peered over the front seat to see what was going on. Lloyd’s head was bobbing in Alan’s lap. Lloyd had slid down and was kneeling, probably uncomfortably, on the floor, not really between Alan’s legs, but more towards the side, almost under the steering wheel. I knew what was going on more than I could see what was going on.

“Oh! Jack,” Alan suddenly whispered, “this guy’s terrific!”

At that, Lloyd popped up, off of the stalwart erection that appeared shining in the dim light. It looked incredible. I was instantly envious of Lloyd’s position. I wanted to be sucking that cock!

“Lean back, and don’t watch us,” Lloyd commanded.

“Why?” I asked. “I wanna watch,” I added.

“No. It will put us off. This is private,” Lloyd said. “You shouldn’t see what’s going on.”

“Why not? I like to watch. I want to suck his cock, too.” Maybe it was the drink, or the excitement, but I couldn’t contain my desires or control my admission.

“You DO?” Alan asked incredulously.

“Really?” Lloyd echoed in surprise at the same time.

“Well…” I said hesitantly, startled by their reactions, “…sure I do. You like doing it, don’t you, Lloyd?”

“Yeah,” he admitted.

“Well, I think I’d like to, too. Watching might give me some ideas about how to do it.” I actually thought this sounded reasonable.

“Listen, Jack,” Alan interjected, “I’m about to shoot my load, I’m so hot. Why don’t you relax, and let Lloyd, here, give you a blowjob later. Maybe you’ll find that you’re just horny. Okay?”

“Well, okay.” I replied without enthusiasm.

By that time, Lloyd was already back down on Alan’s dick. As soon as he heard “I’m about to shoot” his head had zoomed downwards.

Alan kept his head twisted to look at me and, after a moment, slowly closed his eyes as the ecstasy of his orgasm into Lloyd’s mouth overtook him. His body shuddered and trembled with excitement.

We drove back to the bar after Alan came. Nothing more was said. But, about a half-hour later, Lloyd came over to me.

“Why don’t you come take a short drive with me?” he asked softly.

I knew he could as easily have said, “Why don’t you take a short drive with me and come?” Cocksucking was on his mind and we both knew it.

Alan had heard the invitation and said, “Great idea, Jack. Why don’t you go with him?” He looked happy for me.

“Are you coming along?” I asked him.

“No,” Lloyd interjected, “we’ll go alone. Com’on, they don’t like me to be away too long between sets.” He grabbed my elbow and guided me out of the room. I was looking at Alan as I was led out. He was grinning knowingly. Personally, I was feeling somewhat betrayed. It was Alan who I wanted tugging my elbow, going out for a blowjob, not Lloyd.

In the car, after a few moments of silence between us, Lloyd slid a hand onto my thigh, lovingly, and whispered, “Relax. I know you want to be with Alan. I know you want to suck him off and have him suck you off, too, but I’ll teach you a few tricks you’ll really enjoy and it will make it better for you and Alan when you do get it on together.”

It was the right thing to say to me. He understood. And, as his hand slowly slid up to my balls, I realized I might as well follow his advice, relax and enjoy this. Lloyd noticed the swelling in my trousers.

“Hmm, that’s it. Let it get good and hard for me,” he whispered as he fingered the growing weapon.

We pulled up at the very same spot where he’d given Alan the blowjob. I realized it must be this favorite make-out spot. Wasting no time, Lloyd undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and opened my fly. My erection poked out.

“Nice,” Lloyd said rather noncommittally. Then, he slid off the seat, kneeling on the floor, leaned over and slobbered the head of my cock with some wet kisses. It felt all right, but nothing earth shattering.

He sucked in the entire glans and ran his tongue around it energetically. It felt good and the head of my cock swelled to greater dimensions. He came off of it with a “pop.”

“Man, what a cock!” he sighed enthusiastically, and immediately went down on it again, getting more of it into his mouth. It felt even better. I tried to hump more of it into him. He hummed with pleasure. More humping and more humming. It felt great. He had it in his throat. Man, he went way down on it! He went down on it all the way! It felt terrific! Until that moment, no one had seemed able to go down on it all the way. The cocksuckers I had encountered while hitchhiking, or at bus terminals, train depots, airports, and bars, had all simply sucked the head of my cock while pumping the shaft. This guy took the whole thing down to my balls. I was impressed!

Again, he came up off of the cock. With a whoosh of strongly exhaled and then strongly inhaled breath, he sighed with great emotion, “This is a great cock, man. Even better than Alan’s!”

It seemed like a great compliment. He thought my cock was better than Alan’s. It made me feel proud.

“Are you enjoying this?” he asked, but before my reply he engulfed the entire shaft once more, deep-throating it to the pubes again.

“Yeah,” I whispered down to the top of his head, “I am. It feels great.” And I was enjoying it. But the position was unfamiliar and uncomfortable, the booze seemed to be slowing me down, and I didn’t feel like what he was doing was going to raise me to the level of orgasm. He kept bobbing on the long tube, but I was stalled at the level of good stiffness but not bliss.

“Man, this is great,” he sighed, coming up for air. He smiled at me and asked, “Are you getting ready to pop your wad?”

“To tell you the truth, this position is rather uncomfortable. To be honest with you, I usually come with my legs together and by ankles crossed…”

“Ah, when you jack off, right?” he interjected.

“…Yeah, right. When I jack off. It feels funny with my legs spread apart.” I was being very open with him.

“You know what you’d like?”

“What?”

“You’d like to be standing.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Outside the car.”

“Is that safe? Won’t we be seen?”

“Naw. Com’on. You’ll like it.” And, with that, he opened the passenger side door, and half pushed me out as he followed, struggling to get to his feet. He quickly closed the door, dousing the light, and leaned me against the car. Then, simply bending over, he recaptured my straining cock in his throat.

He was right. I did like it standing. My cock got much stiffer, my balls were less confined and, now, felt great in his loving hand, as his other hand roamed my body freely. Now, THIS was a blowjob!

Everything worked together to bring me to that mindless level of intense pleasure we all strive for. Time stood still. Muscles stiffened. Gut-wrenching spasms began. And I blasted off into orgasm, hosing long spurts of hot cum into his suctioning throat. He took it all. And he sucked for more. Even after there was no more to give. I shuddered in exquisite pleasure, almost moving to intense pain as the head of my dick became over-sensitized, and I was forced to push against him as I pulled out to release my long, spent tube.

“Oh, Man! That was fantastic!” he said with an emotion-laden voice. Once more I felt the emotion of great pride. It had been fantastic. For both of us!

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Fantastic!”

“I don’t come with every cock I suck,” Lloyd admitted to me, “but I sure feel like coming now.” He looked into my eyes.

There we were, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, and I knew I was being asked to suck cock. I also knew I was not going to say “No.”

He gasped as he felt my hand grope his crotch, and then he swiveled to lean against the car next to me and I moved to stand in front of him while opening his pants. When his cock popped out I was surprised to discover it was covered in a condom.

“I wear a rubber to keep from coming all over myself, should I get really excited. You can suck it with or without the rubber, it’s up to you,” he instructed.

As I rolled the rubber upwards, I felt the cock stiffen in my fingers. Naked, now, it looked inviting in the dim light. I leaned downward. I smelled the lingering odors of the rubber mixed with the unmistakable scents of lubricating precum. I knew he was ready.

It wasn’t the first cock I’d had in my mouth, but it seemed like the most mature. The most experienced. He wasn’t humping it into me frantically, like most young men do. He wasn’t overexcited. He was working with me to improve his own enjoyment of the experience, which improved my own enjoyment immensely. And it was a BIG cock. Probably the biggest I had worked on to that point.

“Relax,” he sighed, instructively, “let it slide into your throat. Don’t fight it. Relax. That’s it. Let it get way in there. That’s it! You’re doing it now, man. Take this fucker into your throat. Suck it! That’s it! Now, that’s good cocksucking! You’re a good cocksucker! Man, what a cocksucker! What a master cocksucker!”

I was doing it right. I had his cock in deeper than any before. He was guiding me, patient with me, helping me. And his comments were making me feel great. Like I was entering into a club of good cocksuckers. Again I felt surge of pride. I WANTED to be a great cocksucker! I wanted to suck his cock and receive the reward of his fantastic orgasm in my throat. I really wanted it!

“Oh, man, you’re down to the bone, now. Suck that cock, boy. Suck it hard and get ready for my load. It’s comin’ now, soldier. It’s here! Uh! Uh!” And he began firing off into me. It was remarkable. I swallowed the whole load without a whimper, not choking or gagging, not stopping or hesitating, getting what I wanted. What I needed! Cum! A man-sized load of cum! It was marvelous! I wanted more!

When he finally stopped spurting into me; when he begged me to stop; when he pushed on my forehead to disengage himself; I straightened up and, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, told him, “I’m gonna shoot off, again, man, this got me so hot!”

Unhesitatingly, he dove into my crotch and captured my stiff rod with his hot mouth, which was still slippery with my first orgasm. The organ slid into him with ease, and reacting to the strenuous suction, almost immediately began erupting great jets of cum into him. I was amazed at the intensity of this second orgasm, while Lloyd whimpered with ecstasy as he tried to keep up with the heavy flow.

“Man, Oh, Man!” he sighed, “and I thought your friend Alan was the sexy one! You’re the best, man!” he whispered, and he drew me to himself and we embraced tightly, hugging one another enthusiastically. It was the first of frequent orgasms we had together and formed a strong bond and solid basis for a good friendship. Over the period of my stay at the facility, I introduced him to many of my horny buddies. He never told any of them I was as good a cocksucker as he was. It was our little secret, although many of them came to discover that secret by themselves.

But Alan was suspicious as soon as I returned with Lloyd to the after hours bar that night. And he was more that just a little interested to learn exactly what had taken place in the car.

Early the next evening, I was lounging on my bunk in my boxer shorts when Alan came into my cubicle. He was wearing just a towel around his waist, looking like he was ready to take a shower. And looking like he might want some company – all grins and winks and sly gestures of overt sexual interest. Nearly naked and showing a big bulge in the front of the towel.

“Wasn’t that great last night, Jack?” he asked. His fist rubbed the front of the towel.

“Yeah. I gotta tell you it was a real turn on to be in the back seat while you got your rocks off, man,” I told him.

“I know it turned you on. I wanted to be in the back seat watching you when it was your turn, too, but Lloyd disappointed me when he said no. What happened? Did you like it?” His eyes gleamed with keen interest.

“He’s a pretty good cocksucker, isn’t he?” I whispered, not wanting to be overheard.

“The barracks’ empty, Jack,” he volunteered. “I checked. We can talk.” His voice was at a normal conversational level. “And I’d say he was more than just a pretty good cocksucker. He was great!”

“Ah, fuck! I know someone who’s even better,” I told him.

“Really?” he asked in surprise. “Who?”

“Me,” I said simply.

“You!” He seemed astounded. “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s real easy to prove,” I pointed out.

“Get your towel. We’ll go into the showers. If we’re fast, no one with catch us. Com’on!” And he half-lifted, half-pulled me up from the cot and tugged me towards the hallway. I grabbed my towel and allowed myself to be taken to just the place I wanted to be: alone with him in the shower room. Now, we wouldn’t jack off. Now, we’d have some serious sex!

We were both showing stiff erections by the time we walked naked into the showers. Without starting a shower, Alan turned to me, his arms at his sides, silently offering himself to me. It has always been one of life’s greatest thrills when so handsome a man as Alan offers himself to me without restriction, embarrassment, or hesitation. And I have never let any of them down.

My eyes grew larger as his cock rose up in front of me, a towering beacon of lust. I squatted down and lapped at his big balls. His rampant hardon quivered with desire and a drop of liquid formed in the indented slit at the top, beckoning me like nectar to a honeybee. I rose up and sucked his cock into my mouth and proceeded to prove to him that, yes, I suck cock better than anyone else he ever encountered does. He was very verbal in his appreciation.

“Man, you do this so good!” he sighed. “Did Lloyd teach you how to do this?” he asked, sounding amazed. “Yeah, suck my cock, dude. This is the best!”

With that he went up onto the balls of his feet, humped cock into me, and came! And Came! And Came!

He lurched back, tugging his spend organ from me, and stared at me like he didn’t know me. “I never expected such a wonderful experience!” he sighed sincerely.

“It was a wonderful experience for me, too. Thanks,” I said softly. “I want to do it with you all the time!” I was rising up from the squat as I spoke and he seemed to blink in surprise as my dripping, hot cock came to stand strongly in front of me, gleaming in the light of the shower room, untouched. I knew I’d come in an instant it I were to touch the pre-orgasmic organ.

“That was beautiful,” he whispered, “and so is this,” he added as he reached for my cock! “If you can do it, so can I,” he told me as he leaned over headed for my vibrating, stiff erection.

As his thick, hot lips slid over my cockhead, the thought of this handsome, strong, young male actually willing to suck my cock, put me over the top immediately! Cum spouted into his mouth so energetically he was forced to swallow – often! I came more with this connection than I could remember ever doing before. Excitement swirled through me, around me, and from him. I rubbed his back with heartfelt emotion. And like I did with Lloyd, Alan popped up, looked at me excitedly and said, “Man, sucking you got me so hot, I’m gonna blast of again right now!”

His cock was in my mouth before he said ‘now,” and he emptied a second hot load into me that was larger than the first!

He became my first real lover, taking and giving equally. Unfortunately, the military has ways of indiscriminately separating friends, so when our training was over, we were shipped out to units on the other side of the world from each other. We exchanged a couple of letters, but soon enough the realization of the situation we were in caused us to trail off and then stop writing. But there were many nights, alone in my bunk, I’d think of him and jack off imagining he was doing the same thing at the same time, and I’d shoot a load! Even now, I still do it sometimes.

Story By: Jack Sofelot

Hurricane Evacuees

According to the weatherman, the hurricane was set to make landfall within the next 36 hours. Thankfully, roommates and best friends, Fabrici Mora and Gabriel Valverde, had evacuated the coastal city they now called home. Both of the young men were of Costa Rican heritage and grew up in New York. After finishing their studies to become dental hygienist at Hostos Community College, they decided to move south. They settled on the popular resort that hosted two events which they loved – Black Cycle Week and the NFL’s HBCU Showcase. Each brought an enormous amount of men into the area. Plus, the beaches were nice.

The Latino guys were still relatively young – both being 23 years old. They were driving along the highway in the silver 2013 Nissan Juke with their pug, China, in the backseat. The five-foot-seven, one-hundred-thirty-pound, wheat-colored, effeminate Gabriel turned to his bestie and declared, “Playo, I’m so horny. I hope it’s some niccas where we’re going.”

Fabrici looked over from driver seat to reply, “Me too. It’s a smaller town, right. But there’s brothas everywhere. Plus with everyone evacuating, there’s sure to be a lot more folks than usual.”

“Good point,” sighed Gabriel.

Gabriel was longing for his weekly ‘spiritual counseling’ session with local televangelist, Min. Bro. Kenny Johnson of the Greater Area Holiness Everlasting Temple. They met every Thursday, Gabe’s off day to work on his connection with a Higher Power. It had ended up that the Costa Rican’s line to the Almighty was through the minister’s long dick. In their last rendezvous, they had smoked some kush and sipped on some Hennessy before Kenny went to work.

Gabe had been wearing a pink sequined halter top, gold Lycra boyshorts, black fishnet stockings, and silver spike heels when he answered the door.

“Good God Almighty,” smiled the tall, lanky man of the cloth.
“Come in,” the sissy tart invited his guest. “I’ve got your glass and ice in my room.”

Kenny followed behind the shorter guy with the round, shaking bubble booty. They say on the bed and lit the joint each taking a few puffs and passing it back to the other. They chatted as the weed and alcohol took effect.

“How are things,” inquired Gabriel.
“Can’t call it,” answered Kenny. “Always excited to come see my li’l fag bitch.”
“Thank you,” the girly boi giggled.
“I was thinkin’ bout you when I was fuckin’ my wife the other night. My shit won’t get hard unless I got you on the brain.”
“Really?”
“Yeah! It’s crazy. Everything you do is so good.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Yeah, it’s crazy as fuck. I mean I had never done nun like this before. I told you that, but I’m diggin’ it for real.”
“Good, daddy! I’m digging you too.”
“Well stand up and let me see that ass!”

Gabriel stood and so did Kenny. The man began fondling the boi’s booty and soon had the younger fellow sucking on his eight-inch tool. There was slobber running all down the shaft as the twinkie bottom stroked and swallowed the dick. Kenny instructed his supple slut to get on the bed.

With Gabe’s ass tooted in the air, the slim man moved behind him. He massaged the punk’s pink hole with his forefinger before working in his cock.

“Fuck me, daddy,” Gabriel encouraged the ex-convict.
“Take my dick, faggit,” barked Kenny.
The pussyboi groaned, “God! That dick feels so good, papi!”
“Hell yeah, faggit bitch! Fuck you like we in prison!”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Nigga Daddy to you, faggit!”
“Yes, sir Nigga Daddy! Fuck me!”
“Take it like a good sissy faggit bitch boi!”
“Mmmmm! Si, papi! Fuck me!”
“You like when I climb in yo’ bunk and **** this faggit pussy, dontcha?”
“Yes, sir!”

Whap. Kenny smacked Gabriel’s tender booty with force. He extracted his dick after several minutes of banging the fuck boi’s backside. The younger Latin girly bottom turned around as he knew what was coming. Kenny shot his load on the sissy’s face. Then, he kissed Gabriel and licked up the nut. They kissed some more. Kenny’s dick was hard again so he went back in for me.

This time, he plowed little Gabe missionary style until he flooded the open hole. They lay there spent a for a few minutes before getting up to smoke more weed.

Gabriel smiled as he looked out the window. He loved the way the good Reverend fucked him. His booty was itching for more. He exhaled audibly.

“What you thinking about, playo,” quizzed Fabrici.
“You know,” Gabe grinned.
“Your hefty dick preacher, I assume.”
“Gurl yasssssss!”
“I feel you, honey. He be fucking you right.”
“Yes, ma’am! It’s like I’m his chick. It’s so intense.”
“I can tell! You always be so happy when I get home on Thursdays.”
“Oh yeah! He be wearing me out!”

Fabrici turned the small crossover into the motel parking lot. They got out of the vehicle to check-in. Gabriel went into the lobby, while Fabrici to China for a walk and bathroom break.

The five-foot-eight-inch, one-hundred-thirty-five-pound, light-honey complexioned, Fabrici spotted a husky, chocolate man with a bald head and sizable goatee. The dental hygienist flashed his bright smile and locked his hazel eyes with the maintenance man. Fabrici wiggled his ass and tossed back his shoulder-length chestnut hair. When China had finished her business, he led the canine towards the walkway where the guy was standing.

“Hey there,” Fabrici smiled as he neared the dude.
“Sup,” the sexy motherfucker threw back his head in acknowledgement while rubbing his crotch. “Checkin’ in?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Runnin’ from dat hurricane?”
“Yes, we are.”
“Yo’ man witchu?”
“I’m single. My roommate is with me though.”
“That’s wassup. He like you?”
“Yeah, we’re both fembois. You like that?”
“I like what I see.”
“Me too!”
“I wanna see what dat mouf do.”
“Okay.”
“Follow me.”

The hotel worker opened up a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. It was a mechanical room. He locked it behind them and dropped his pants. He stood there in his red tartan boxers tugging on his dick. Fabrici got on the floor and opened wide. The handyman feed the punk his meat. Fabrici’s saliva was going everywhere as the hometown brotha face fucked the exotic, visiting boi. He grabbed the back of Fabrici’s head as he began to ejaculate down the fag’s throat.

“Damn, boo! I wanna fuck you fo’ I go home,” announced the man.
“I’d love that,” Fabrici admitted as his phone buzzed.
“Got yo’ own room?”
“Nah. But my roomie won’t mind. We’ve seen each other get fucked so many times.”
“He gon’ let me fuck him too?”
“I can’t see why not.”
“Let me know what room y’all in. I’ma come through round bout five.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Y’all have them assholes ready!”
“We will. You know any connects around here?”
“Yeah. You can take dis for now,” he said handing over a blunt. “I’ma let my nigga know you need sum’n.”
“Thanks, handsome!”
“Yeah,” he grunted as he smacked Fabrici’s butt.

In the room, Fabrici told his buddy about the maintenance guy and how sexy he was. “Honey, that nicca got a nine-inch pipe and some solids ass legs. I bet he can fuck. My mouth is sore as fuck right now.”

“Awesome,” Gabriel beamed. “I need my back blown out. Maybe he can bring some friends later.”
“I know, right! Let’s go find a liquor store. You know they like to chill and drink before they fuck.”
“Hell yeah, sis!”

The front desk clerk gave them directions and they headed out. They purchased several bottles of clear and brown. They also grabbed some beer to put in the cooler they brought with them. They each paid half and exited the store where a group of guys were standing outside shooting the shit.

“Y’all throwin’ a party,” called out one of them.
“Maybe,” Gabriel flirted.
“Shid! Y’all should let us come through,” said another.
“Okay. We’re at the motel down the street. Come about 7:00.”
“Bet,” a third dude replied. “What room?”
“119,” answered Fabrici.
“Hell yeah,” the fourth and final Negro smiled coyly.

As they got into the car, Gabriel intimated, “We pull niccas everywhere we go!”
“Damn straight, sis,” affirmed Fabrici.

They returned to their room and began sipping on some vodka. Gabriel started douching. When he was done, his bestie began his own enema.

By the time 5:00 p.m. rolled around, the spicy bottoms, who called themselves the ‘Playa Playo Boiz’, were ready. Their nickname meant Beach Faggot Boiz in Costa Rican slang. Fabrici had on a yellow thong, thigh high yellow stockings, and red stilettos. Gabriel donned a lavender G-string and hot pink platform heels. They heard a knock at the door. Fabrici rushed over to answer.

The maintenance man walked inside the room and remarked, “Damn! Y’all look good as fuck!”
“Thank you,” replied Fabrici. “This is my friend Gabriel. And your name?”
“I’m Ricky. Nice to meet you, sexy!”
“Same to you,” Gabe shared.
“What y’all up to,” Ricky checked.
“We were just waiting for you and having some drinks,” Fabrici said.
“Want some,” asked Gabriel.
“Yeah! Some liquor and some ass!”

Soon, Ricky had his pants down. Gabriel and Fabrici were both on their knees passing his dick between one another. Ricky felt like the luckiest man on earth. All of a sudden they started taking turns eating his balls while the other sissy slobbed on the shaft of the nine-inch penis.

“Goddamn,” groaned Ricky. “I wanna fuck!”

Fabrici climbed on the bed. Ricky moved behind the round ass. He spat on the hole and began to work his way in. Gabriel sat on the floor and scooted underneath Ricky. He licked the man’s scrotum as Ricky pushed inside of Fabrici.

“Y’all some bad bitches,” Ricky confessed. “Damn! This ass tight!”
“Fuck me, papi,” cried Fabrici.
“Hell yeah, faggit! Gimme dat ass!”
“Yes, sir!”

Ricky slammed as hard as he could.

Fabrici was panting. “Get up here, Gabe! Come feel this dick!”

Gabriel jumped up quickly and put his ass in the air next to Fabrici. Ricky eased in his tool.

“Owwwwww,” Gabriel whined.
“It’s big! Ain’t it, bitch,” Fabrici giggled.
“Hell yeah!”
“Take it, sissy,” ordered Ricky.
“Oh my god,” wailed Gabe. “Fuck this faggot ass, nicca!”
“You like dat big Nigga dick, bitch?”
“Si, papi!”

Ricky pulled out and moved back to Fabrici. “Y’all some real hot li’l faggits! Dis shit so good!”
“Fuck that bitch,” Gabriel encouraged him.
“Oh damn! Oh fuck,” panted Fabrici.

Ricky took turns repeatedly punishing their pussy holes. Finally he took out his dick and demanded they get on the floor. He nutted on their faces and roared, “Oh shit!!!!”

Gabriel fetched the man a towel.

After Ricky cleaned up, “He patted the playa playo bottoms on their booties and announced, “I’ma be back later.”