Worked Over in London

It was my first trip to London and I was spending my time being a tourist... Big Ben, The Tower of London, Buckingham Palace... all that kind of stuff. It's an exciting city and I wanted to see it all, but I knew from my stiffening cock that what I really wanted to see was some hot London cock. After the tour ended, I went back to my hotel and changed into my casual cock cruising clothes. I had no idea what men wear to go cruising in London so I kept it simple... jeans, boots, tee shirt. It's always worked for me in the states, so i figured what the hell. I also didn't really know where to go so I just set out for the what I had heard was the gay part of town.
I wondered into a few bars and had several beers with some very hot looking men... it was quite a fetich town. I've never seen so much rubber in my life. I was familiar with the leather scene, but this rubber stuff was something different. I don't think I did it for any of these guys because I wasn't dressed right or something. I couldn't even get anyone to talk to me, so I just kept drinking beer and wondering around.
Finally I happened onto a really hot guy sitting with his back against a wall. He was a young guy dressed in tight jeans and a union jack tee shirt. I pictured him jacking off his fat cock on his jock strap for me.

He gave me a passing glance as i walked by. "Got a fag?" he asked as I looked back at his shaved head and bulging crotch. I saw his lips moving, but all I heard was "fag." Of course I realized he was asking for a cigarette. Somehow I knew that there was more to his request and my cock started to stiffen up. "Sure man," I said, and I pulled out a cigarette and handed it to him. I lit it for him and he gave me a sly toothy grin. "What else are looking for, mate?" he asked as I kept staring at his trim body and fat crotch as he sucked on his cigarette. I sat down next to him and lit a cig for myself. "I'm looking for some London fun" I said and he laughed. "You can't find any better London fun than me," he said. "But I aint no poof, bloke." "So what kind of fun can you give me?" I asked. "You'll take what ever I give you, you dirty bugger." "That sounds like exactly what I'm looking for," I said and he jumped up and motioned tom me to follow him. We wound around a few corners and walked into a dingy looking brick building. My eyes were glued to his ass as I followed him up a few flights of stairs. the halls were lit with dim bulbs and grafiti. Other men were standing in the shadows talking to each other. some well dressed men were talking to skinheads negotiating their services. He unlocked a door and we walked in to a one room flat lit by one dim bulb hanging from the ceiling.
"Lets see the $." he said and i pulled out what cash I had.
That should get you what you're looking for," he said and pulled his pants down below his ass. he was wearing a dirty jock strap that looked stained and worn. "Get to work on this, you dirty fag," he said and pointed towards his thickening cock straining at his jock. I knelt down in front of him and buried my face in his dirty jock. I could smell old pussy juice and piss and cum mixed together and it made my head spin like a hit a poppers. I put my mouth over his fat cock still hidden from my view. His cock was straining inside his jock and It started to pull the sides away from his crotch. My tongue found it's way in to flick at his heavy nuts. He got impatient with my licking and in one motion, he pulled his jock aside and his huge, fat cock whipped out and slapped me in the face. He grabbed it and gave my face and mouth a few more good hard whacks. I opened my mouth to invite him into my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and plunged his whole dick deep down my throat. "that's fucking good, you dirty bugger'" he said and started to pump my face hard and deep. I could see the shadows form the dim bulb on the wall beside me and it made me even hotter. I looked up at him to moan my appreciation to his hard fucking of my throat. All at once he looked down at me and spit forcefully into my face. "Is this what you wanted, fucker?" he asked. i moaned and gurggled my yes and he spit at me again. "Take down your pants, you dirty faggot," he told me. I unbuckled my pants and pushed them down below my knees. I then went back to servicing his hard, spit-slick cock. Tears were starting to run down my face from sucking his cock deep into my throat and my slobber started to spill out the sides of my mouth and run down the front of my shirt.

I guess he had enough of that so he pulled his cock out of my mouth, grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. "Put your arse up in the air," he said. "I'm going to fuck you up the shitter." I leaned forward on my hands and raised my cunt as high up in the air as I could, spreading my cunt-hole for him as best I could with my pants around my ankles. He grabbed my hips and stuffed his spitty-slick cock deep into my guts. I gasped for breath as he forced his throbbing cock in and out of my shitter. His cock was hard as a rock as he kept on pumping his meat in and out of my man-cunt which was starting toreally open up for his cock. I sucked his hard cock with my hole as he plunged in and out faster and harder. He suddenly pulled out and walked around in front of me, jacking his cock faster and harder. "open up that cunt-mouth of yours fucker," he said as his thick cum came spitting out at my mouth, face and chest. As he finished up he rubbed his cum load around on my face. "You like that shitty cock, you dirty bugger?" he said as he milked out the last few drops of his cum. he grabbed the front of my shirt and wiped the spit and cum off of his cock and pulled up his pants. "You have to get out now, mate," he said, so I stood up and pulled up my pants. I wiped the cum and spit off my face the best I could, buckled up and walked towards the door. As I walked out into the stair well, a bunch of other hot dudes laughed at me as I made my way to the front door.
It was thinking what a hot fuck I had just had as I made my way back to my hotel. When I went in the front door, I had to make my way through the lobby with dirty knees and my shirt all cum stained. I got some pretty odd looks but If they had only known how well I had just been fucked, I'm sure they would have understood... or not. I didn't give a fuck.

making up for lost time

A friend of mine had a friend who had a great cabin in the desert complete with a pool and a bunk house. We would sponsor weekends there with a bunch of friends who would bring other friends. It was always a great time. We would spend the weekend naked hanging around the pool and hiking naked in the desert.
One weekend someone brought a friend with him. he was about 72 years old and he had just come out as gay when he was 70. He would tell us stories about all the time he had wasted as a younger man trying to be straight. I guess he was successful... he raised a family and had made the best out of his situation, but now that he was free of family constraints, he wah making up for lost time. He really adored his time with us naked in the bright sun. Even though he was in his 70s, he was still a vibrant and healthy man with a really heavy fat cock. I don't think in all the time I knew him I ever saw him with his cock completely soft. From the time he got to the cabin to the time he left He had a raging hard fat cock and he would either wonder off in to the brush with some fascinated young man, or just sit by the pool stroking his cock and telling stories about his life. I sucked that fat thing a few times, thinking of all the places that his cock had been and hoping that when I was in my 70s that I would have as interesting a sex life as he was having.

Pit Job

Besides sucking a fat cock, ARm Pits are the best. Don't ever shave them, you'll be sorry because they will rub so raw without the hair that you'll bleed (unless you get used to it by doing it all the time like some women do). If you really want to experience a Pit Job, be sure not to wear any deoderant... no one wants that aluminum on their tongue. Besides, the man smell is really what a you want when you give a good pit job. I'm not talking about a quick lick... I was once with a guy who loved for me to really bury my face n his pit and lube it up with my tongue. I spend as much time there as on his cock. he smelled fantastic (I'm not talking about dirty, or lack of washing... just a good day long stank after a morning shower) I would leave that pit smell in my stache and smell it for hours later. Nothing better!

Anthropological Cock

Genetics has to play a role, but it's not hard science. I look at more like family traits. I think dick size has a lot to do with ancestry. Cultures who have in the past seemed to have had more selection for larger penises either by a very sexualized society or through general nakedness in their culture seem to have them today... Italian (ancients Romans were always swinging it around), Africans (living to a large extent naked amongst each other) Greeks (kind of the same thing as the Romans). East Indians seem to have large penises and a robust sexual past culture. I know there are no hard and fast rules... plus, add in that we are all becoming so mixed up genetically, makes it kind of hard to predict. But still, I think there's something there. In the opposite also... Asians seem to have a culture of much more modesty (highly sexual at times, but more private) and following my logic (if there is any), generally smaller penises.
I come from a combined family and one half of my brothers are completely testosterone ridden and have larger dicks. Unfortunately, I'm from the other side. many Europeans comes from roving Huns who were a pretty randy group, so I think they pasted their fat cocks on to their German ancestors. I think there's some strong evidence that could be plotted out more specifically through some anthropology studies.

Freeballing

We used to have a friend of the family come stay with us once and a while. In the morning I'd get up to running and he would be sitting in the family room reading the paper. His face was generally covered by the paper so I could get a good look up his cut offs as I stretched before my run. I'm pretty sure he knew I was looking and he liked it.

Ode to Joey

All his friends miss him very much. He lived live until the day he died and was his own unique being.

Servicing God

To worship a man is to worship God.
If God himself came down to earth and asked you to put his throbbing God-cock on your mouth or into your fleshy hole, would you do it?
Are we not made in his him image?
What greater worship could there be than to suck and swallow and give hot, wet, slippery pleasure to God's massive, blood-engorged, phallus?
to lick the in-between place.. between the huge hanging fruits of creation and the fleshy, musky hole of pure pleasure.
To lovingly hold the warm, heavy balls of god in your mouth. To caress them and smell them, to feel the hairy sack tickle the back of your throat.
What power and pleasure and warmth and love.
Gliding your slippery warm tongue up the rock harness of pulsing veins and flesh, reaching a sweet, glimmering jewel of God juice forming at the opening of heaven. To taste God's life beginning to overflow from the impossible beauty of the soft, firm head - incompletely covered by the tightening sheath of gods fore-skin.
As your tongue prays to the magic stiffening cock and the sheath pulls back to reveal the beauty and perfection of curves of the universe sculpted into flesh, God's nectar begins to drip down the beating shaft to your adoring lips.
Your fleshy , engorged, wet, red lips open for the head of God's massive cock. The entirety of his hard, sweet, pliable , perfect flesh slips effortlessly into the infinite reaches of you soul. You inhale and massage God's divinity with the throat muscles God gave to you
Your warm, wet mouth and throat worship with each loving thrust of God's perfect hips, filling your entire being with the slippery warmth of God's love.
The worship continues with you on your knees, praying and worshiping God, praying for Him to fulfill you.
Soon, God's Cock begins to contract and you hear the thunderous sighs of pleasure start to emanate from God's massive chest. God's life crating balls contract upward, bouncing off of your now wet chin and as God roars his pleasure and his full balls contract upward over and over, you feel the creamy, slippery, milky juice of God shoot into and onto your entire body. Filling you and covering you completely.
You remain knelling. Swallowing and humming. Licking and kissing until every warm, sweet, sticky ribbon of God's love is in you.
You hear God's sighs of pleasure and his feel his warm breath as he looks lovingly down onto you and you know the love of his warm smile and loving embrace.
You are filled with the love of God... knowing that your prayer and worship has pleased him.
You can only wait to worship and serve him and please him again and again... and again... and
-Anonymous
I proably found this at Seb Coc's site http://www.cumm.co.uk/ It's an awesome site that delves a lot in tot he spiritual side of sexuality... How many times have you called out for God while having sex? Sex, and more specifically, the orgasm is the closest we come to God on earth.