Garg Man

2010-04-20T17:22:00.000-07:00

This story originated here . I am never disappointed going to Seb Cox web site... It will always make you think, and always make your dick hard!

I like having my 8" cock sucked by a real faggot. By that I mean a guy who'll suck me the way I wanna be sucked. What way is that? Well, I like him to get right down on his knees in front of me. Him doing that gets me horny. I like to see him eager to suck. Some faggots are so eager to suck they'll start sniffing the fly of my jeans just to get the scent of cock in their noses! Saying that, some guys like to have a good long sniff at the front of my underpants. Them doing that makes me grin! Some guys start shaking with excitment when I pull out my cock and let them see it. My cock needs a regular sucking to keep it clean and I like to watch and feel the faggot sucking it clean. Before I let a guy suck my cock, I pulled my foreskin right back. Then I ease my cock into the sucker's mouth. These guys never seem to check my cock out first. They just wanna suck it, whatever it's like - mad! Sometimes I've had a hectic wank the night before but deliberately haven't washed my cock before a meet. It just gives me an extra buzz to see whether the sucker will take my cock and, if he does, what his reaction will be. Some guys actually like a cock with 'flavour.' If it's too strong, some guys spit out - but still keep sucking! That's the thing with cocksuckers, they love sucking. Usually I stand while they're doing it, with my hands resting on my hips, with them down on their knees sucking my horny cock like mad. I like to be given a long sucking. Being sucked off isn't like a wank. A wank is quick and vigorous. Whereas a sucking is gentle and slow. I like the fact that the sucker is like my slave. And I'm like his master. He's there to please me - do what I want - suck my horny smelly cock. I like to feel him sucking it. I like to feel his tongue licking over it. I like looking down at him immediately after I've pushed my cock in his mouth and watch his reaction as he starts to suck it clean and is forced to swallow the cock 'curd.' But he's so desperate to get a cock in his mouth and suck that he'll do anything for the privilage. Poor sod! As he sucks my cock, I get more and more tossy. That's the thing about cocksucking - the cocksucker knows that the more he sucks the spunkier the guy's going to get - yet he keeps sucking! I always urge my suckers on. I tell them to keep sucking like: 'Cum on your fucking sucker! Give me a tossing, you faggot bastard!' They like to glance up at you. They love to watch you getting hornier and hornier. When you feel you're gonna cum well, that the best feeling of all - apart from actually cumming, of course. I like to hold back for as long as possible. Knowing that I'm about to give the faggot a huge mouthful is so horny. To make sure he takes it, I hold the back of his head steady with both my hands. The first jet of spunk is the biggest and the longest. That's when the cocksucker really gets fucked. I don't know how they manage to take it - but they always do. I always shoot a massive load out. I guess it's the stimulation they've given me. When I spunk, I deliberately shoot out as much as I can. I want to fill their mouth up. I guess I regard them as filthy bastards who deserve a mouthful of thick sticky spunk. Most cocksuckers gulp it down immediately. I get a kick out of knowing that they're having to taste my spunk. Saying that, quite a few cocksuckers like to keep as much of my spunk in their mouths rather than swallowing it straightaway. Some of them open their mouths and show me - a foamy mixture of saliva and spunk. And they actually like to spend time tasting it before eventually swallowing it. But going back to the question: how do you like your cock sucked? I like the real faggots the best - who, before sucking my cock, will thoroughly lick round my balls and groin and (dare I say it?) give my anus a really good licking including pushing their tongues right up my arse - some will even suck at it! After that treat, my cock definately needs sucking off! Carl

Totally Abused

2010-04-19T16:36:00.000-07:00

While at my local watering hole the other day, I ran into a true Alpha Male who didn't even ask before he started abusing me. 6' 8", 300 lbs of pure Daddy-Beef, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. As he was a total exhibitionist, he knew I was staring at him. The bar was pretty quiet... one of those early afternoon drinking days that I love. We were situated in such a way that we could do quite a bit of flashing and groping without the bartender even knowing what was going on. Of course, he did know what was going on anyway and I'm sure he was getting turned on.
first I saw that my Alpha-Man had pulled the waist band of his shorts down and was hanging out a huge cock with heavy hanging nuts with a PA that looked like a pad lock going through the huge head of his dick. Now I was getting hard as I stared at him playing with his cock head under the bar. Without asking, he collected up a big wad of pre-cum and just stuck it in my mouth... I licked it up and reached out to get some more on my own.
"How does that taste, boy? he said in a gruff voice that made me weak in the knees, which is exactly where I wanted to be. We talked to each other and with others in the bar as I slurped down his sweet lube.
I had unbuttoned my shorts and let them start to slide down as I sat on the bar stool. If I hadn't been wearing shorts, my hole would have been completely exposed hanging off the back of the stool. When my Alpha Man noticed my crack hanging over the side, he told me to pull my shorts down further so he could see my cunt. I did as i was told and my hole was spread and there for all to see if they walked behind us. He reached behind me and lubed my hole up with his pre-cum, then plunged his thick finger all the way up. I was getting lightheaded from the excitement of being butt-raped in a local bar with my pants down around my ankles, without a single person even knowing what was going on.
"Get down on the ground now and open your mouth-hole. I slid down under the bar and turned around just in time for his massive cock to be stuffed down my throat. Now people were starting to get what was going on, but nobody said a word, not even the bartender. They could here me gagging and slobbering on his dick now and every once in a while the sound of the back of my head hitting the bar.
He pumped and pumped until he released his thick load of jizm down my throat. The bar was now all twitterpaited as the smell of his cum filled the air and his grunts and groans finally made it clear to everyone what was going on.
He put his dick back in his shorts and looked down at me under the bar and smiled... "Good little cocksucker boy" he said as he waved his good-byes tot he bar and walked out.
I composed myself a bit and got back on to my stool to the shit-eating grins of the other customers and the jealous, annoyed look from the bartender.
A few other guys came by thinking that I was going to do the same for them, but if you really want me to do something, it's not asking that makes it happen. It's when a man knows what he wants and just makes me give it to him.
GAS to the bar ... $3.00
PITCHER of beer ... $6.50
GAME of pool ... $1.00
Getting BUTT-RAPED and FACE-FUCKED sitting on a dirty bar room floor with your pants around your ankles ... Priceless!

(Note: the pic with this story is not of the guy I met {I'm hoping to get some of those soon}. The amazing dick in this pic is from a guy who calls himself Scottishbeef... and man oh man is it ever BEEF!)

Mouth Fuck

2010-04-17T15:59:00.000-07:00

Nice big mean Daddy Fucking a very lucky girls mouth

Proud Show Offs

2010-03-12T11:09:00.000-08:00

Beautiful hard meat spikes to drool over.

Mouth-watering Meat

2010-03-12T10:55:00.000-08:00

Two of the most awesome pieces of meat I've ever seen.

Garg Took Over

2009-12-30T21:38:00.000-08:00

Every once in a while Garg takes over my body and can cause all kinds of havoc. yesterday, he took over and caused me suddenly to need to find the nearest place to suck cock, drop to my knees and suck what ever I can out a fat hard cock.
I went to a nearby peep-show booth place and started working my way around in the dark corners. So often with this kind of stuff, peoples hesitation and timidness can be a horrible frustration. All it takes is for one person to just kneel down in front of anyone and start going town to get thing going. Once that happens, you can really look around for what it is you want.
so I knelt down in front of a guy who looked pretty hot and waited to see if he was into it... he was and soon his cock was out and I was slobbering and sucking down his cock and licking his nuts as other started to watch and still others started doing their own thing. I kept on sucking as he started saying, "oh Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." and with that he shot a whopper load down my throat. I didn't even have time to think about it, he just shot of like a machine gun.
At that point the main event started... I can always tell when a straight guy comes in. A hot little fireplug of a man came walking in. He was wearing a Dickies mechanic uniform and had his fat, like steel, dick sticking straight out of his pants. he didn't hem or haw about anything, he just started looking around for a warm mouth to stick his cock into. And there I was, just wiping the jizz off my stache from the last cock I sucked. He stuffed it in his mouth to give it a little test drive. He pulled out, backed up and bent over to say very quietly, but very forcefully, "Watch your teeth and there wont be any trouble here." My dick stiffened right away as he stood back up and started pumping my head like it was a melon. That's what I like about straight men... no fucking around, just get right ot fucking my mouth.
His cock was really fat with a slight up turn which made it a challenge to keep my teeth out of the way. I opened as wide as I could and let him pump away into my throat. His nuts were fat and heavy and really pulled up tight. I couldn't get them in my mouth and went back to trying to swallow that fat fucker without making him mad about any teeth issues. He seemed to have no complaints as he kept on fucking my sloppy cunt mouth with his meat. I started to taste some pre-cum. From the way this guy was so ready for business, I figured it wouldn't be long now. Good thing because my jaw was really getting a good work out. He started to thrust harder then grabbed the back of my head and stuffed it all the way down my throat and let loose with a firehose of jizz that I could feel with every pulse down my throat... as he slowed up he pulled out and continued to fertilize my face and mouth with his never ending load of sweet, thick, tasty cum.
I stayed there trying to lick it all up, but he just stuffed his dick back in in his pants and left me kneeling there with jizz rolling down my chin. Straight guys just turn me on

2009-11-16T09:23:00.001-08:00

You've been Daddy Dicked, Boy!

2009-11-08T12:26:00.000-08:00

Bored out of horniness and climbing the walls thinking that I was going to have to jack off again, I decided to make the almost three hour drive to a gay resort/sex club near where I live.
I drove there for what seemed like an eternity with a hard-on the whole way.
these kinds of situations can be like a new presidential initiative... if your expectations are too high you can ruin the whole thing. With that in mind, I set my mind on just making at least one good hook up that would satisfy the beast in me and try not to be too big of a pig about it.
I arrive and had a couple of beers while I got into my 'Ho Wear,' my old jeans with the ass all torn out and buttons on the front that didn't really work and a thread bear white tee shirt with some old cum stains on it that really showed off my hard nipples... even in a darkened room.
I grabbed my poppers and made my way to the building that housed the maze of glory holes, jail cells and darkened cubby holes to see what I could find.
As I waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark, a couple of guys stood by me and started to rub their crotches. It was too dark to tell who was who, but I reached out and started to feel my way around. there was a jock kind of a guy with a really hard upcurved cock who liked my nipples a lot and played with them as I handled his cock. Then there was an older man who seemed to have too much to drink. That alone wasn't a big deal, but as a recently quit smoker, his breath from old whiskey and stale cigarettes made me a little grossed out. Then there was a hulking guy who I couldn't really make out at first because the light was behind him. I could tell he was big, but as I began to see, I could tell he had long hair, which really isn't a turn on for me. Eventually I could tell that he was a really straight looking red-neck who just didn't fit any of the ideas I had for my evening, but as as I was walking away with my newly adjusted vision, I reached out my hand to discover a fat, hard, big-headed, red-neck dick poking out of his pants. So I just grabbed on and kept walking. he got the hint and followed me to one of the glory hole rooms. I didn't want to bother with the glory hole itself, so I just motioned for him to follow me into the room. I took a big hit of poppers and pulled my pants down to my ankles as I sat down and came face to face with this straight man, red-neck monster staring at me.
I started to lick his heavy balls and his dick started to get even bigger. I put my lips around it and was relieved to find that I was going to be able to do a really good job for him. there's nothing worse than finding the cock of your dreams to suck and then find that it's just too big to anything with but throw it over your shoulder and burp it.
I started sucking and slobbering on his stiffy and when I put the whole thing down my throat, I got an audible gasp from my, until then, strong silent type man. I got his attention with that move. He wasn't the most attractive guy in the world, so I imagine that he has had his fair share of rejection by women, and even with his stud cock, by what can be a very superficial gay community. I was on a mission to make sure he knew he was the stud-stallion of the century. That's generally the way I like to make the men feel when I'm sucking on their rod, but in this case, I felt like this man really needed it.
He grabbed my head and with stunned amazement, he started pumping his dick all the way down into my throat and all the way out as I gazed up into his face with my gullet wide open for him.
He skull fucked me good and hard as I massaged his heavy, egg-sized nuts. They would relax and then pull way up high next to his crotch with every pump. Then I felt his nuts really retract as he stuffed the full length of his rod down my throat and held the back of my head with his massive hands. I could feel his cock pulsing and pumping his huge load down my throat as I gagged and choked but didn't spill a drop.
When he was mostly done, he pulled out and I tasted the last few drops drip out of his massive cock head onto my tongue. I licked him clean and he buttoned up and left the room... he didn't say anything, but the look on his face was more than enough thank-you. If I can leave a man speechless, I figure I've done my job, plus that's what turns me on the most.

Based on my non-greedy pact that I had with myself, that really should have been enough for the evening, but I just wasn't really quite done yet.
I wondered around for a while and didn't see anyone else I really was interested in. Just when I was about to walk out, I decided that I would go back into the larger room to see what was going on there. When I did, I saw the Daddy of my dreams standing there. He had to be 6'8" and about 280 lbs. he was massive with a beard and mustache. He was leaning against the wall and sat down near him and started to jack my dick. He was doing the same. For what ever reason, guys like this are rarely into me. Usually I find that they really want someone more their size. I'm not small, but I'm not bulky. I made my peace a long time ago with the fact that I'm a tall trim guy with an athletic build... poor me, I'm not a line-backer like I wanted to be for so long. So, for what ever reason, this linebacker was into me.
I walked over to him and started to fell his massive chest and torso. I ran my hands up and down, pulling on his big man-sized nipples and grabbing his fat, hard, beer-can dick. He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall and started to tongue me. He took his big hand and pushed my head to the side as he bit my neck and started squeezing my nipples. I was putty in his hands and he knew by the way I was submitting that he could do damn-near whatever he wanted to do.
My favorite thing ever is to be man-handled by a man who id way bigger, stronger and more powerful than I am. This guy tossed me around like a rag doll. If he wanted his pits cleaned that's where he put my mouth. If he wanted his tits eaten, he swung my head around to his chest. When he wanted me to suck his dick he forced me to my knees and stuffed it in my mouth. I obliged him everything that he commanded.
He turned me around and started playing with my hole and slapping my ass. He forced me over and I could feel his cock throbbing on my nuts as he pulled on my tits and chewed on my neck. I was moaning in pain and pleasure as his hot breath formed steamy words of faggot bliss in my ear canal and caused my body to shiver and quake.
He pulled out a condom and as he was putting it on, I spit in my hand and rubbed it on my man-hole.
The once empty room was now full of gawkers and watchers. In some situations like this it can be ruined by guys wanting to get too involved, but this man was so fucking big, that all anyone dared to do was watch.
He had a hard time at first stuffing that beer can cock up my hole. Being mostly a cocksucker, I don't have a very wide hole. But this guy was not taking no for an answer and he kept on prodding and stuffing until it made it's way deep inside me. Then he started really bucking like a stud-stallion. My head was banging on the wall in front of me as he fucked and slapped my ass in the middle of a room full of onlookers. he told me to' "Spread my hole." as I begged him to stop and to not stop. I pulled out my bottle of poppers from my hoodie on the floor and he obliged me as I took two big hits and put it back down.
"Where's your fucking manners, boy," he spit. I quickly handed him the poppers and he too took two big hits. To be honest, I didn't know if I could take this bull stud fucking me up the ass on poppers. But what's a boy to do? If Big Daddy Dick wants poppers, you give Big Daddy Dick his poppers. He already has my hole anyway.
I was right. i almost couldn't take my big bull stud fucking me when he was on a poppers high. We were both really bucking and moaning incomprehensible obscenities at each other. My guts were definitely being invaded. It hurt and I loved every hard thrust up my hole.
He suddenly stopped and pulled out, swung me around and pushed me to the ground. He pulled off the condom and started fucking my face hard. Now the back of my head was hitting the wall as he invaded my mouth with his fat cock. A minute of jacking and out gushed his big hot load all over my face and front of my shirt.
As he put himself together, he smiled down at me and told me how that was exactly what he was looking for, and that, " You've been Daddy Dicked, Boy!" With jizz still dripping from my chin I explained that the pleasure was all mine. He helped me up off the floor (all that hottness and a gentleman too).
As I was covered completely now in jizz I thought I'd better go clean up a little bit. On my way out, I saw him sitting in a lounge area so I walked over to him to tell him how much I had enjoyed it. He had a smile on his face the whole time as we introduced ourselves before I left for my room. When I got tom my room and looked in the mirror I could no linger tell if he was smiling at me or laughing because I literally had cum dripping from everywhere. A long strand was hanging from my 'stache and attached down on my shirt. My shirt was covered along with my gotee and neck. I stood in amazement for a while as I gazed at the man juice that now covered my entire front and thought about the 8 or 9 guys who I had walked by on the way to my room. Not that they weren't there to do the same thing, but still, it's not a sight you see every day.

After a little bit of rest, I decided that I still hadn't quite had enough, but I knew that I was really pushing the greed factor. On the other hand, after all this hot sex, I still hadn't cum. I went back in and strolled around a bit. Back in a dark corner I saw what looked like a big black football player. MMMMM! I walked over and grabbed a handful of hard, ready-to-go, monster chocolate meat!
I kneeled down instinctively and pulled down his sweat pants. When I did, his fad rod swung up and slapped my face with a thud. I started to go to town on that beautiful fuck pipe as I squatted in front of this beautiful man, swallowing and slobbering and jacking my cock. He started pumping my face faster now and his nuts were starting to tighten up next to his crotch. He was moaning with pleasure as he pulled out of my mouth and jacked off a huge load of jizz all over my face and shirt. I encouraged him to blow it all over me like the black bull stud he was as I too dumped a big load on the floor... mixing with his cum load and my spit, then he pulled up and walked away. I love it when they do that!

I was once again covered in cum from my forehead to my boots. I stood up to get my wits about me and as I started to walk away I slipped in the gooey pile of spit and cum and landed on my ass right in it. I guess that was my message that I had had enough for the evening. I stood up again and walked past a lot of the same guys who saw me cum covered walking back to my room the first time. some of them laughed a good natured laugh. If they only knew the extent to which I had been totally Daddy Dicked, they would have been jealous.

Slippery Throat

2009-11-05T08:25:00.000-08:00

I borrowed these articles on Cocksucking and straight men from a board and thought they were really well done. http://www.menwhoswallow.net/
Throat slime is a good thing. It is like a dripping pussy when a guy fucks a woman. When a guy fucks your throat, the slime is lubrication and it is your throat pussy drooling from the dick inside you using you for his animalistic pleasure of getting his nuts off.

Trust me, practice, practice and more practice. Once you are a cock swallower your throat will be in demand and guys will refer you out. There are many straight guys out there that love fucking a fag in the mouth and get off watching their dick disappearing into a cocksuckers head.

I have straight guys that want to see my fag head bobbing up and down on their dick or like seeing my eyes bulge out when they ram their cock down my throat. Most guys sit me down on a small stool or bench beneath them, where a cocksucker belongs, looking up at them to throat rape you. They put my back against the side of a bed and get off watching my fag head bouncing back against the side of the mattress as they fuck my mouth.

Straight guys don’t want talking…They only want to hear you choking and gagging on their dick and hearing the squishy guttural sounds coming from your mouth while they skull fuck you, they also love hearing their load squirting down into you when they blow their load.

I was taught that my throat is a sex organ and my mouth is a hole to fuck. I do need to caution you though, once you master the art of being a total mouth pussy you may become dependant and need your throat fucked regularly to feel whole and complete. Prolonged time periods of not being used can send a cocksucker into withdrawal.

Once guys understand you are nothing but a cum receptacle mouth to fuck and they can use you to unload their balls with not having any concern for you and no reciprocation required…The dicks will be abundant……..Regardless of your age and looks as long as you are clean and discreet and are only interested in being their mouth whore.

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The Cocksuckers Creed

2009-11-05T08:20:00.000-08:00

As a Cocksucker, I realize my place is at the feet of my Feeder.  As a Cocksucker, I realize my sexual fulfillment depends on the pleasure I give my Feeder and his generosity in allowing me to gain nourishment from him.   As a Cocksucker, I realize my only real sexual organs are my mouth,  tongue, and throat.   As a Cocksucker, I realize my only need is to pleasure my Feeder. When I am at my true place between his legs, I HAVE NO NEEDS OTHER THAN THIS.   As a Cocksucker, I solemnly vow, without hesitation or regret to...  - Possess a willing mouth - Know I belong on my knees in the presence of a true Feeder - Accept my Feeder's milk, his nourishment, his cum, in any manner my Feeder requires - Give my Feeder my best, for this is what he deserves for allowing me to nourish myself - Maintain such focus on his cock and his pleasure that it becomes the center of my universe - Suck, swallow, gag, stroke, and choke when he expects me to - Learn when he needs me to suck, swallow, gag, stroke, and choke without having to tell me - Know my place in the world and love and embrace being a Cocksucker, as this is the only way I can perform to my Feeders satisfaction - Make my Feeder moan - Accept that my Feeder is allowed to say whatever he wants or call me whatever he wants while I am pleasuring him - Show my addiction and need for my Feeder's cock and cum by begging for it if need be...for a Cocksucker has no pride - Make my mouth a willing and anxious hole for his nourishing seed - Wear my Feeder's cum with pride - Learn every nuance of his cock and what pleasures him the most - Never bite unless my Feeder desires it - Surrender to deep throating - Surrender to face-fucking - Surrender to multiple cocks or being used - Never stop until my Feeder is finished with me and truly satisfied - Be ready for my Feeder at any time, or multiple times  . As a Cocksucker, my sexual identity is tied to the cock of another man. I know that in life I will only achieve fulfillment through the graciousness and charity of my Feeder and hereby vow with all sincerity to service my Feeder to the best of my ability and strive to improve my technique. The consequences in breaking this contract will result in my spiritual, sexual, and physical starvation.

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Some Wise Cocksucker Advise

2009-11-05T07:52:00.000-08:00

I borrowed these articles on Cocksucking and straight men from a board and thought they were really well done. http://www.menwhoswallow.net/

ADVICE TO COCKSUCKERS

It isn't always easy being a cocksucker. A cocksucker needs another man's dick for sexual pleasure and satisfaction (which aren't quite the same thing) more than he needs his own. He needs to suck it, to worship it as the symbol and fact of male sexuality. A cocksucker needs to be used. And this means he is necessarily toward the bottom of the male sexual hierarchy. It just stands to reason that a man who needs only his own penis for sexual pleasure is sexually superior to one who needs another man's.

A cocksucker's sexual superiors often make fun of him--as is their right while they're using him for their pleasure--calling him names, making him beg for what he needs, laughing at him as he pleads to be allowed to service them. He's on his knees, while everyone else is standing up. During sex, a cocksucker, as his position on his knees indicates, is only one step up from a slave. Only urinals and, at the very bottom, shiteaters, rank lower. There’s nothing sexually lower than a human toilet.
And yet despite his low sexual status, a cocksucker can have a great and deeply fulfilling sex life. He can be good friends with the men who use him for sex and be their equal in all ways except sexually. He just has to figure out a few things first.
How do I know? Easy. I'm a cocksucker. I need to suck cock as much as I need to breathe and eat. I live for cock. For me, as with every true cocksucker, sucking dick IS sex for me. I've been a cocksucker since I was fourteen, when I started servicing my best friend when he was horny. He used me all through high school and we remained best friends even after I became his cocksucker. But while I was his best buddy and he was mine, neither of us pretended I was his sexual equal. When he wanted it, he just presented his dick for service and I dropped to my knees and gave it to him. But when I needed to suck, I had to ask him to share his beautiful penis with me. Sometimes he let me have it, sometimes he didn't.
That's just the way it is if you're a cocksucker. As another friend once explained: "Cocksucking is about two men getting sexual pleasure from the same penis. If you're the cocksucker, then it's his penis, and that has consequences."
So if you want to be a happy cocksucker, here are a few tips.

1) Accept the fact that you are a cocksucker.
OK, maybe you'd rather be straight or at least a top. But you aren't, are you? Nothing gets you so hot as thinking about some dude sharing his manhood with you while you get him off and take his load. The excitement you feel when his meat slides into your waiting mouth and you feel his pubes against your nose is palpable. The security you feel when he takes hold of your head and starts face-fucking you is comforting. The joy you feel when he pumps his load down your throat is intense. You're a cocksucker and nothing in the world is going to change that. So relax and enjoy being what and who you are. Drink in the pleasure you get from sucking cock, that sense of fulfillment you have when you service a man and he shares his manhood with you and gives you part of his sexual power as your reward.

2) Take pride in being a cocksucker.
Sure, you're near the bottom of the sexual totem pole. But there is nothing shameful about sucking on other men's dicks and coaxing a load out of them. It's just something you need to do. So when you're online and someone asks you what you're into, just say right off the bat, "I'm a cocksucker. I like to service." When someone accuses you of being a cocksucker, or makes fun of you because of it, just say, "Yeah, that's right. I'm a cocksucker and I like being one." Take pride in being a cocksucker.
Remember that you're only inferior sexually to the men who use you. You owe them submission because they give you the privilege of sucking them off. But you're still a man in every other way, just a man who needs to suck on other men's cocks for sexual pleasure rather than use your own.

3) Learn to be a good cocksucker.
Being orally serviced is one of the most intensely pleasurable sexual experiences a man can enjoy and you, his cocksucker, are the instrument of that pleasure and you are privileged to be that instrument. So master the art of servicing a man. Learn how to deep throat, how to edge. You'll find top guys willing to train you if you don't know these techniques.
Remember always the first rule of cocksucking: when you're on your knees for a guy, his penis is the only thing in the world that's important. You are there to worship it, to validate his manhood, and to pleasure him the way he wants to be pleasured. That's why we call it service. Learn to judge what he finds most pleasurable and give it to him.
As a cocksucker, your pleasure is a function of the pleasure you give the man you're servicing. The more he enjoys it, the more you will. Forget about your own dick. If you're a cocksucker, your dick is just for peeing and wanking, not for sex. Don't even take it out, unless your feeder wants to see it displayed as a symbol of your submission to his superior sexual status.
Your reward for this? A guy who has used you before calls you up and says, "Hey, buddy, can you take care of me?" There are a lot of guys who could have sucked his dick for him, but he chose you. Or you walk into a back room or sex club and there's a guy you've serviced there before, leaning against the wall, waiting. He sees you and his face lights up. He knows he's going to get what he came for because his favorite cocksucker has just walked in.
That's when you know you belong on your knees in front of other men.

4) Make friends with other cocksuckers.
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Moose Knuckle

2009-10-24T09:30:00.000-07:00

The boss was a complete stud! I really wasn't even very interested in taking the job until I got a look at boss's total package coming off the plane at LAX. It was the first time I had met him in person. He was only going to be there for a short lay-over, so I agreed to meet him at the airport for my final interview. One of my favorite things to do is sit and watch the passengers get off the plane after a long flight. It's one of the best times to catch guys having to adjust their package... maybe a piss hard-on, or maybe the kind of wood that pops up after waking up from a long sleep. Either way, it's always fun. Some guys are embarassed and try every way to hide their hard meat, while some just let it be. Sometimes, there just isn't anyway to hide that thing.
I've always been a crotch watcher, so as everyone started to walk out the gate I just did what came naturally to me, not thinking that one of these guys was going to be my potential new boss. As luck would have it, the guy who really made me stare... the one with the huge basket and tight suit pants, the one that I was almost drooling over, turned out to be the guy I was interviewing with...

When I realized who he was, I stammered my hello and tried not to keep looking at his bulge. It seemed as though he was used to the attention and just smiled at me and introduced himself.
"I only have about 2 hours," he said. He explained that he had a VIP pass to some airport lounge that we could use as an office for the interview and we walked down the long hall past the gates until we reached the lounge. He swiped a card and we walked in. We were greeted by a host that obviously knew him and we walked on towards his office. he asked if I would like a drink with him and I told him that I would. After the drinks arrived, we started to talk about the position that I was interviewing.
As we talked, he was moving around from the desk to the bar to the desk again... loosening his tie, getting in and out of his brief case... while he asked me about my experience, etc. I was sitting on a comfortable chair facing his desk. From time to time he would sit down on the couch next to the desk and and have drink. he had a real moose Knuckle in his pants and it was hard for me to keep my eyes off it.

Then he opened a door that turned out to be a bathroom. As he continued to ask me questions, he walked in and whipped out a huge piece of meat and proceeded to take a long, hard, loud piss that I had full view of. I tried to keep answering his questions, but I know I was stuttering and stammering as I stared at his fat cock gushing like a fire-hose. He chuckled a little under his breath because he knew that he was working my nerves. I really was having a hard time remembering what it was I was there to do. He finished, shook his cock absentmindedly, with drops flinging around the bathroom, then stuffed his meat back in his pants and sat down behind the desk as he asked me more questions.
I tried to concentrate on his questions, but I could tell that he was up to something back there.
Then he pushed back a little and I about fell out of my chair when saw that he was giving his crotch a good rubbing.
"I get the feeling that you like dick," he said.
"Is this part of the interview," I asked, finally starting to understand what was going on.
"It's a really BIG-PART of it he said with that same shit-eating-grin of his.
I walked around behind the desk and knelt down in front of him. His cock looked very cramped in his pants and I undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. I started to lick and sniff at his crotch as his dick continued to grow and pulse.

I was amazed at the trophy he had sticking out of his pants and I worshipped it with my mouth and throat. As I worked his stiff prick, it just kept on growing growing and growing.

Getting thicker and thicker

I slobbered and sucked and stroked as he moaned and pumped my face. He continued to drink his drink and somewhere in the middle of my cock worshipping he lit a cigar and told me what a good a cocksucker I was as he blew smoke in my face. Finally, he stood up and pumped a bucket load of jizz in to my mouth and all over the front of me. I cleaned up the best I could and licked up the last drops off his cock.
"So, do I get the job," I asked as I was getting myself together.
"Not the first one you interviewed for," he said. " I pretty much knew that you were not getting that one right away." And now that I know how you suck dick, I couldn't have you around the office... it would be too distracting. But You got the job as one of my cocksuckers for sure," he laughed. He grabbed one of my cards and told me to expect his call. It was the first time I was ever glad to not get the job.

Open Door Policy

2009-08-30T09:35:00.000-07:00

I had the opportunity to house sit at a friends home while he was away for the summer. I was staying in a carriage house behind the main house and I was it as a great opportunity to make a fantasy come true. I had always wanted to put an add on the internet inviting men to com over and find me naked iand blind-folded in an unlocked room where they could have their way with me. I wanted to be man-handled and used for a night by who ever wanted to come over and abuse me.
The place I was staying was located near enough to a large city that I could get the kind of volume that I was looking for but secluded enough that I could have the privacy wanted without a lot of neighbors getting freaked out by a few cars coming and going. I also wanted it to be filmed so I could enjoy it later on. I decided to adk a friend to be there with a video camera. this way, I could feel a little safer about having a bunch of strangers coming over and get some really good video of the event.
the place i was staying had a shed and it was perfect. It had a dim bulb, a cot, a chair and a squeeky door. It smelled of old grass and motor oil.
I set it all up with my friend to come over and film for me. He wasn't to do anything but film the action and step in only if things looked like I was really going to get hurt. We had a word that I could use if I wanted it to stop.
So I sent out the ad on Saturday Morning. I wanted to give people enough time to see the ad and decide if they wanted to com over that night.
COME USE MY FUCK BOY'S HOLES
Show up at _______ after 10pm and use my fuck Boy's Holes. he will be in the back shed, blind-folded with his hands tied behind his back and his ankles tied together. Fuck his sloppy mouth or turn him over and fuck him up his ass. I will be there to video the scene. I won't video your face, just your big dick skull fucking or ass fucking his greasy holes. More than one is allowed at a time. Work him over good or he wont be satisfied.
I sent the ad and spent the rest of the day tryng to relax with a huge hardon. I made sure I was well cleaned out anf that it would last through the night. Every time I thought about what hot, big-dicked alpha males were reading my add I got wood.
Ab out 9pm my friend came over. we had a few beers and made a few final arrangements for the evening. It didn't take long so we just pounded several beers. I wanted to have a full bladder so sometime during the night I would have no choice but to let go a powerful stream of piss as I was getting fucked to soak myself down. I was hoping that it would cause a chain reaction of a bunch of guys pissing all over me.
It was getting close to the time I should be in place in the shed so my friend told me to strip out of my clothes. I stripped in the kitchen and he blind-folded me. he led me naked out into the warm muggy night air and walked me across the backyard. I could hear so many things that I had not noticed before... A/C units, crickets, pool pumps going on and off. then I heard the squeeky door and I was led into the shed. he sat me down on the chair and tied my ankles together. I could feel his hot breath on my now rock hard dick as he tied them up. He gave my dick a good slap as he stood up to walk behind me to tie my wrists. I could hear him messing around with the video camera then he walked over to me. He used his hands to open up my mouth. I could feel what seemed like some petroleum jelly being rubbed on my lips and tongue and deep into my throat. He stood me up and roughly spread my ass cheeks and greased up my ass hole with the goo too. then sat me back down on the chair. I could feel the grease spreading around as I squirmed on the smooth chair. He grabbed the top of my head and turn it towards him and stuffed my throat with his hard dick all the way to his nuts in one stroke. "Want to make sure your throat is all greasy for your guests boy," he said. He pulled out left me in the dimly lit shed with my hard cock, my greased up throat and a gapping, greasy cunt-hole waiting for what was about to happen.
Other than my video man walking around once in a while to do I don't know what, or to light a cigarette or open a beer (which he had continued to pour into me as well), Nothing had happened in the first hour and I was starting to wonder if anyone would be into this scene. that's when I heard a car door slam out on the street. The excitement washed over me and I heard vid-man get his equipment ready. I could hear boots walking down along side of the house. He sounded big, and like he wasn't timid to just bust on into someones backyard. I heard the door squeek open and closed and his big boots shuffle across the floor. I was aware of his pressence, but he didn't touch me for several minutes. He was checking me out and I could smell his manly odor when he got close to me. He turned my head with a big leather gloved hand and stuffed what seemed like 8 inches of soft cock meat into my mouth. I started to use my throat muscles to try to massage his dick into hardness. As I swallowed and sucked my spit began to flow from the hardening meat in my mouth. The more I sucked and swallowed, the harder and bigger his dick started to grow. It started to throb and push past my gag center and slide down my throat deep. He now had my head and throat in his big hands as he started to slowly fuck my mouth cunt really deep. I was gurggleing and sloppy, smacking sounds were all I could hear in my head I felt his thick cock pulse and stop over and over, pumping my gullet with his hot, sticky load of jizz. he held it there for a minute or so and slowly pulled out his softening cock. the last few drops ended up on my lips and I slurpped in up the best I could. Cum and spit had dribbled down my chin and neck to my chest and I could feel it slowly dripping down as I heard my throat fucker tell my vid man what an awesome cocksucker I was. then I heard the door and his boots walking away.
I wanted more.
Soon I heard another car door and foot steps walking towards the shed. I heard the door open and a strong smell of cigar smoke. He probed my mouth open with a thick calloused hand and blew cigar smoke down my throat, But he wasn't interested n my mouth. he stood me up and turned me around and positioned me on the chair with my hole spread and hanging over the edge of the chair. I heard him unbuckling his belt and pants ad he laughed with the vid man about something and slapped my tender hole with his hand and belt.. It stung and my I could feel my cunt start to heat up from the slaps.

I smelled marker and then I felt the marker writing on my spread up ass. They both started laughing again as I felt the sting of the belt slap hard against my hole. "Fuck-hole'" I heard a deep voice say as thick fingers started to probe my now throbbng ass lips. A few more slapps to the hole and I felt a hard stiff one pressing against my greasy, wet hole. he was thick, but slipped in quickly and stopped and held it there as my ass started to heat up and suck at his dick. He pressed further into my cunt slowly until I could feel his big nuts hanging between my legs... rubbing agains my own nuts. He pulled all the way out with a "thwappp" then plunged back in, this time all the way home. His nuts flung at my nuts hard this time and he pressed his stiff meat deep into my guts. He reached around and greased my fat cock and slapped at my hanging sack. I squirmed and bucked, but there was no denying him his fun. He started to slowly move in and out of my hole that was really starting to open up for him now. "That's it boy, open up that fuck hole for Big Daddy, he said as I started moaning and bucking with his quickening pace. Soon he was bucking at my hole hard. He'd pull all the way out and just when I thought I get a little break, he would slap my asshole and plunge his whole rock-hard dick deep into me until his nuts slapped hard against my nuts with a smack. I moaned and my head was hanging over the back of the chair and I had started drool as he used my hole to make his dick feel good. I was in such a fuck trance that I had not even noticed that somebody elese had arrived. First I smelled a good rich crotch smell then a hard thick uncut cock press into my mouth hole. I quickly sucked him into my hot greased mouth hole and he groaned his approval. "Good deep throat this fuck has," I heard as now both my holes were being plugged really good. he held onto my head as he fucked it like a mellon as the other man stuffed my ass cunt full of his fat cock from behind. I could feel ashes from the man fucking my ass as it feel on to my back. The two men were enjoying my holes and laughing and joking with each other as they abused my body for their pleasure. Then it got quiet and the pace started to pick up steam. The man fucking my ass pushed hard all the way in and I felt his cock pulse and his body shudder as he pumped his big load deep inside me. he pumped a few more times til he pulled out and thick loads of his hot jizz dripped out of my hole and down my legs. I was a real sloppy mess of a cunt now. then the other man pulled out and shot a heavy, thick load of jizz all over my face. It dribbled down my face and chin and I could hear big globs of his cum hitting the floor as it rolled off my face.
I could hear the two of them zipping up and putting themselves back together. The door opened and closed and again there was silence. My throat and my ass was throbbing now and I wondered what I must look like with my holes all exposed and jizzm and spit and sweat dripping off of me. My cock was so rock hard that it was sore. My vid man fed me more beer and I thought my bladder was going to explode. The vid man grabbed my cock and gave it a couple of good yanks, then I felt him tie it up tight with a show lace or the like. I knew my cock must be bright purple by now and I could feel it moving with the beating of my heart.

TO BE CONTINUED

The Swallower

2009-08-16T12:21:00.000-07:00

In this day and age of the internet, it seems surprising that such an old fashioned way of hooking up with guys would work so well. A small cabana bathroom by the beach I go to seemed to have a lot of traffic. It seemed a little dangerous for my liking... I'm not into getting arrested for dick, but there were some really hot dudes going in and out of there. It seemed like it had a reputation for hook-ups. so I gave an very old tried and true method of getting the word out. I put my number and a small message up on the bathroom stall. DIRTY FAGGOT WILL SWALLOW YOUR FAT DICK AND HOT LOAD... 123-456-7890.
Short and too the point. I didn't really know if I would get any calls at all. I went home after leaving my message on a Friday afternoon to see how or if it would work.
I soon had my answer on Saturday about 2 on the afternoon.
Ring... "Hello'"
"yeah, is this the dirty faggot who swallows dick?" he said in a really hot deep voice.
Even though I was kind expecting some kind of call, it sort of startled me."
"Yes," I said, "That's me."
"I don't want any games, faggot. I want to come over and find you on your knees, naked with your cunt mouth open for my cock." he said, "And you better be telling the truth about being to swallow cock, cuz I'm going to fuck your throat no matter how much you gag, and I'm going to pump a wad of jizz down your faggot throat."
"I'm ready now," I said, and gave him directions to my house and told him the side door would be open and to come in and fuck my throat.
I was naked in the mud room of my house, on my knees with a stiff cock and a watering mouth when I heard a car pull up in the drive way. I heard his car door open and shut and his footsteps to my side door. He opened the door and came in, shutting the door behind him. He had a bald head a beefy hairy body with a big stache. He dropped his shorts to the ground and stepped out of them as he looked me over. His cock was growing fatter and longer by the second as he walked over and tilted my head back with his big meaty hands. He leaned over and spit in my mouth. He took two fat fingers and probbed my mouth and throat with them. His thick fat dick was now full on hard and throbbing as he aimed it at my mouth and buried in my throat with one thrust. His egg sized nuts hung out of my mouth as I started to milk his meat with my throat muscles. He seemed to like that. "So, you weren't bullshitting, you are a dirty deep-throat faggot." I mumbbled my agreement as he started pumping the back of my throat then pulling all the way out before stuffing it deep down again.

My slobber started to run out the corners of my mouth and down my chest as he continued face-fucking me, holding my head like a mellon as he plunged in and out of my sloppy cunt-mouth. He started calling me mouth-fuck and faggot-face as his rhythm increased in speed. He was laughing at me and spitting at my mouth inbetween thrusts. "Take my dick, you dirty pussy-mouthed faggot," he said as he plowed my throat deep. I was covered in spit and slobber, gasping for any air I could get and tears streaming out of my eyes as he made an abrupt stop with his cock buried all the way down in my throat. He held it there for what seemed to be a very long time ad he told me to keep milking his fat throbbing dick with my throat muscles. "Milk my dick, Faggot, keep miking it with your cunt-throat... I'm going to pump your hole full of jizz... milk it, milk it, ahhh ahhh, swallow it all, here comes dinner you cocksucking cunt.... I could feel his cock start to pulse over and over as he gushed load after load of thick jizz down my throat... I could feel every pulse of his explosion... about 12 in all as they tapped off, he groaned his approval. He pulled his long dick out and squeezed out the last few drops onto my tongue and slapped my mouth and face with his now floppy wet meat. He walked to his shorts and slipped them on as he looked back at me covered in sweat, and spit and cum. He laughed and told me to be ready for him the next time he wants to fuck a faggot mouth. "I may send some of my big dicked buddies over for you to service too, or I may come over with a few next time. I wiped my chin with my arm and told him to come back anytime he wanted. "My mouth is always open for you."

Nut Hangage

2009-08-03T16:32:00.000-07:00

You can kind of affect the size of your cock over time, but it's much easier to increase the size of your nuts... Just slap them around and maybe hang weights from them...

Freak Orgy

2009-08-03T16:15:00.000-07:00

Garg sometimes takes me to a fantasy place where all the beings are meat and holes and slippery goo. Flesh pipes stuffing into fleshy, slippery meat holes. tongues and mouths with deep bottomless throats of hot contracting muscle. Slurpping and sucking and spurting juicy jizz for hot, thick, slippery lips to slurp up. An alien cock and pussy freak orgy.

Nuts! Museum of Cock Entry

2009-08-03T13:52:00.000-07:00

I'm fascinated by big balls. I saw this gys nuts online and asked him if I could include them on my blog and he said I could. he also gave me this info based on questions that i had for him...

"I cum more than most guys, but not freakish amounts. But I have had my sperm count checked, and that's WAY above the normal range. I'm often asked if I've done anything to make my balls so big - I've done nothing, they're completely natural. They're about 3.5 to 4 times the average size. Cock - about 8" x 6". I'm from the UK and I'm 31."

Awesome Nuts... or bollocks as they say in the UK. he's for sure added to the Museum of Cock... Biggest Nuts Category!

Don't be a Straight Basher

2009-07-09T11:55:00.000-07:00

A response to a post I read on the internet...
A compliment, no... but somewhere deep in my ego, I guess it makes me feel good. Maybe if for no other reason than I love straight guys... I know that can lead to a lot of frustration, but I've gotten good at dealing with it. I think they're really big teases for gay men and they love to be noticed. In fact I think they are kind of insulted if they aren't noticed. This hetrosexism thing that you seem to have can't be for real. How can you (I assume) want civil rights for gays, but then just paint all straight guys with that huge broad brush stroke of being, "boring, conservative, weak, cowards." those are NOT the straight guys I know and love. In fact in almost every instance where I confided in a friend about being gay I found that they were probably more accepting of it than I was myself, especially this younger generation of guys now... they just don't really care any more (OK, there are still some, but it's changing). So don't push for gay civil rights by bashing a whole other group of people... especially straight guys... I wouldn't want to live in a world without 'em!
In fact because I think you straight men have been so unfairly dissed, here's some stuff for you...

My Neighbor's Shorts

2009-07-09T04:22:00.000-07:00

The first time I saw him was at the gym in my apartment complex. A small dimly lit concrete box with some weights and moldy shower room that no one really used very much. He was toweling off his hairy, husky body as I was going into the shower to rinse off. He was bald with a stache and he gave me a small nod as I passed him. On the floor was a jock and a pair of his shorts and the image burned into my mind right then.

As i was showering off, he came in and grabbed his shorts off the floor and wrung them out. shit, I had hoped he would leave them there and I could bring them home with me.
A couple of weeks later I was in the laundry room and he was in there waiting for his washer to finish. He was wearing just a pair of cut off jeans and he gave me the same straight-guy nod as he kicked back in his chair. he must have known how he turned me on because as time went by his shorts became less and less held together as he casually moved his big legs back n forth with the motion of the washer.

I could see his laundry basket sitting on the floor next to him as he casually scratched his crotch and relaxed in the humid laundry room air. It looked as if he was getting harder as he waited for his wash and I stared at his laundry basket full of cum stained shorts and ripe tee-shirts.

He was driving me crazy and he knew it. He but his hands behind his head and strtched back on his chair. I could smell his pits and got a glimpse of a nut escaping from between his legs.

After he had driven me completely crazy with lust, and he had finished his wash, he put himself more or less back together and left the laundry room with the same straight-boy nod, only this time with a sly grin. He knew I was stupid-horny for him. So I don't think it was an accident that as he walked out the laundry room door he dropped some clothes on the floor without noticing or stopping to pick them up. they were mine now, and he wouldn't see them again.

Dick Recognition

2009-07-07T04:11:00.000-07:00

I have a straight friend who I met through one of my gay friends. They've known each other since high school and we get together once in a while when he needs to get away from his wife to party a little. Nothing sexual, but the conversation eventually gets around to sex... it's only natural... he's a really hot guy with a huge bulge in his pants. My gay friend tells me that he has a beauty between his legs from showering with him in gym class. I keep telling him I'd like to photograph his cock for my blog but he says he's too shy to do anything like that, but I still tease him about it because deep down I think he kind of enjoys the attention. I tell him that it's ok and that I understand that not everyone wants to put their cock on the internet... I told him that I'm sure he wouldn't want his wife to ever stumble across a pic of his meat. I was astounded when he told me that she wouldn't recognize it! I'm like, "What?! You mean to tell me you don't think that your own wife wouldn't recognize a picture of your dick?" That led to a long discussion about how he has to really beg to get any at all. He looks forward to his birthday and other special days when he might get a little something. Then he really surprised me by saying that he does have a small blog where he had posted a couple of pics of his bulge in his underwear, but he took them down, because he thought that his wife might recognize the comforter on their bed. I said, " you mean to tell me that your wife would recognize your bedspread, but not your dick?" "Yeah, he said, I don't think she's ever really looked at my dick." It makes me sad to think of that hot man needing some relief and being a faithful, loving husband and father and having to beg for any kind of scrap of sexual activity.
So anyway, were working with him to see if we can help him find ways that he may be able to turn on his wife's libido. We're not hateful about it... I feel bad for her too... because she's really missing out on a lot of pleasure (a LOT of pleasure). So far it seems to working a little bit. We've suggested professional help too... Someway, I'm gong to get this guy some sexual relief... If he wants, I can at least jack him off once in a while if he'd let me... it's only the neighborly thing to do

Museum of Cock - Mr. Thick

2009-07-06T18:53:00.000-07:00

The latest submission in the Museum of Cock. Mr Thick. Really loves up to his name, don't you think. Besides having an awesome dick, Get a load of those guns! Awesome veiny goodness.

Museum of Cock - Testosterone

2009-07-06T17:30:00.002-07:00

One of the most suckable pieces of man-meat I've ever come across. This cock has that tapered fatness that I love to get my throat around. A true monument of manhood and the living proof of what a healthy dose of testosterone can create... Thanks for sharing this beauty!

Worked Over in London

2009-06-26T04:40:00.000-07:00

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

2009-06-25T05:09:00.000-07:00

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

2009-06-24T04:23:00.000-07:00

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

2009-06-23T19:36:00.000-07:00

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

2009-06-23T04:10:00.000-07:00

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

2009-06-23T03:52:00.000-07:00

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

Servicing God

2009-06-23T03:30:00.000-07:00

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.

Polite Dick? You're Fucking Kidding Me!

2009-06-22T13:43:00.000-07:00

I can't remember what book I was reading... it might have been something by Erica Jong or Xavier Hollander where she described the cock on the guy she was fucking as a "nice, polite, college dick." To me that is about the worst insult I could possibly get... "polite?" OMG! I'd take mean or angry any day over polite!
All dicks have a personality... Hopefully it's just NOT polite!
heres one I think looks a little angry, but certainly not any less beautiful... Wheu!

Flesh and Metal

2009-06-22T13:27:00.000-07:00

A post to a man asking about piercing issues. I really like the contrast of metal and flesh. I have a PA, not a the kind that you are looking to get, but as someone who used to work in a piercing studio, I strongly suggest that you have any piercings done professionally. I had my PA done at a demonstration at a bar in front of about 40 guys. I'm not very modest, so the cost savings (free) were really cool. The piercings you are talking about are not very extreme, and you shouldn't have any problems with them. People scared me about my PA (people who didn't have one I might add) so when I went home afterwards to relax I was really nervous about the first piss I was gong to have to take. People told me it would sting like holy hell, blah, blah, blah. I didn't have anything to drink or any thing to numb the pain before hand, but afterwards I had a few beers and of course eventually I needed to pee. I went into the bathroom and prepared myself for this rush of pain that was going to come, but as I started peeing, I experienced the most powerful pleasure I think I have ever had... my cock surged to attention and I had to quickly go to the shower to finish... it lasted about 2 minutes (felt like anyway) after, I very gently stroked my dick to a mind blowing orgasm. I guess this was about 4 hours after I had it done. As soon as I had it done, it felt like a piece of me that had been missing was back.
My nipples... another story... I think I went into mild shock, they got infected, never really healed right and after about 6 months I took them out for good... no scaring, no problems, just never felt right. I suppose my tits are a bit bigger than they might be if I hadn't had it done, but that might also be because I love having them tugged and played with.
Listen to your intuition and you piercing professional. not people who think they know what they are talking about.

Nice Cock

2009-06-21T17:48:00.000-07:00

When I first came out I was living near Louisvlle, KY. I went out to a local bar there one night and got really drunk. I met up with this really hot guy. I was young at the time, but he was even young for me. I think he must have had a fake ID... but he was about 19 i think. he convinced me to go home with him and because he was so hot and I was so drunk, I went. I started to get a little nervous because we drove for so long. We finally go to his place and I really didn't think much about it because I just wanted to get down to business. We had a great night knocking fucking holes in the walls and then fell asleep. When I woke up we were in a basement rec room turned into a bedroom next to the washing machine that was chugging along. Still I just figured that he had put in a load of laundry before I got up. Then his mom came trapsing through with a laundry basket. :"Rise and shine sleepy heads," she said with a smile. I was in shock. She was this little country farm wife wearing an apron with her hair up in a bun. She didn't bat an eye as I lay there trying to cover up... What had she seen earlier? She told us that breakfast was almost ready after my friend introduced me to her. I was really at a loss for words. Then we went upstairs where she was cooking biscuits and gravy and frying eggs. Then we sat down at the kitchen table with his mom and dad, sister and brother and ate one of the best breakfasts I had ever had. There were little porcelain chickens everywhere and every once in a while I heard a rooster crowing. they explained over breakfast that I was on a huge chicken farm. I guess that's why the eggs were so good. I was mortified because I know that we must have woke everyone up in the house that night. I just assumed we were alone in the house. After breakfast, they took me on a tour of the chicken farm. I was in awe... they were the most open and welcoming people I had ever run into. My stereotype of closed minded, gay hating southerners went out the window that day. After the tour he drove me back to my car and we went our separate ways. I always look back and laugh at the most surreal hook up I'd ever had.

Cock Museum - Best Balls

2009-06-21T17:25:00.001-07:00

This hot straight guy submitted his pics for the Cock Museum... As of now he is the winner in the Best Bull Balls Category. He's of Mexican and italian descent - sounds good enough to eat! When I saw this stud, I could smell the testosterone. I don't know what it is, but straight men are just so fucking hot... They rock my world! I bet pumps a huge load out of that fat sausage, like the bull-stud he is! ... Lucky ladies!

Cock Museum

2009-06-21T08:35:00.000-07:00

For the time being, manc_lad84@yahoo.co.uk is the number one entry for best Uncut cock in the ongoing Cock Museum series. Thanks for sharing your manly beauty.

Sexual purpose

2009-06-21T08:10:00.000-07:00

I went out partying last night at the 'straight' places where i live last night to smell the testosterone. It's amazing to see all these guys out there just wanting to find sex... there are so many of them and its frustrating because I know that most of them are going to go home without finding what they want. It makes me feel that men are really here to supply sex. I'm not suggesting that they don't serve any other purpose, but the drive is so strong and it's so powerful that I come tot he conclusion that gayness is a designed to be an overflow valve. Some where along the way though it got clogged with social norms and 'morals.' There's a study recently done that found that every male child a woman gives birth to is 33% ore likely to be gay... seems like an obvious population control mechanism to me. http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2006/03/09/60minutes/main1385230.shtml

The Box

2009-06-20T08:10:00.001-07:00

When what you craved was filthy sexual perversion, the place to find it was "The Rack". A sex club with even less pretense than most. Small stalls with no locks and big holes in the walls pretending to be glory holes. Fuck, you could step through some of them entirely. There was a pretend jail cell and a toilet for those into that. Low lighting and hot humid air holding popper fumes in suspension. Make no mistake, this place hasn't been cleaned since the 70's. As sleazy and infamous as the environment was, the clientele was what really kept them coming back. "The Rack" was, not a place for chit chat and swapping recipes. Spend 10 minutes, or set yourself up for the long haul. Either way, the rack was known for sleazy sex - nothing else.

I was ready for a night that only The Rack could provide. Do a job on one or five guys and see if that did the trick or not. Might need five more.

It seemed like a regular night, if there was such a thing at The Rack. It was still a bit early, but I liked to get their early enough to grab my favorite spot. My cruising spot was still open. From my vantage I could see everyone who walked in and where they were heading. At some point in the evening I would trot off after someone. We would play a little hide and seek until we determined if our specific kinks would match up.

Then, in walked Harry. Other than maybe his leather jacket, he seemed a little out of place. A little too clean, a little too polished. But he got everyone's attention for sure. Dark cropped hair, large square jaw. Muscular, masculine beef, just what I was looking for. Square head, no neck... my favorite. Jeans and boots with the plain white T-shirt underneath. The crowd really started buzzing around. He seemed uninterested. Here, but distant.

My spot took advantage of a dim overhead spot light. I leaned against the wall - one knee up - in the classic cruising pose. I was simply admiring the view that Harry offered. I never thought he'd be interested in me. Then, as his eyes adjust to the light he looked and me with a start. He began walking towards me with a slow careful gate. Never taking his eyes off of me, he approached. I saw his expression change as he walked. It was almost as if he'd seen a ghost. I looked over my shoulder expecting to see someone else he might be looking at. There was no one. As I turned back around, he was just about in front of me.

"Yes, I'm looking at you," he said, clearing up any confusion in my mind. He warned me, "I'm going to kiss you now." There was never a lot of kissing at The Rack. It would be like grabbing a handful of crotch at a society garden party. It was so unheard of, he felt it necessary to prepare me. He reached out and held my face gently with his strong hands and then he redefined what a kiss was to me. The softest, fullest, warmest touch of lips I had ever thought possible.

Soon we were locked together. The buckles and snaps on his jacket were digging into my chest, but it made no difference. We stood there kissing as if we were long lost lovers - finally reunited. I could feel the eyes around us burning hole in our heads. This crowd wanted this man, and they would have gone through me if they had to. I was about to suggest we find some other place to play when he said, "do you want to go back to my place?"
If a kiss is unusual at the rack, an invitation to someone's home is unheard of. Everything was so perfect I was becoming a little suspicious of his motives. Can anyone this beautiful be some kind of an axe murderer? Sure he could.
"Yes, are you ready now?" I said. If I was walking headlong into my dismemberment, at least it was someone who really turned me on. Besides, I had a pretty good radar. Call it a psychic ability, but no one had fooled me yet. So off we went. Man, were those regulars at The Rack jealous. I was sailing.

"I'm Harry," he told me. As we approach his car.
"I'm mostly smooth," I replied.
He laughed and explained that his name was Harry.
"Oh," Did I feel stupid. He thought It was funny. On the way home we talked a little about what we do, where were from, etc.... Harry was a nurse from Louisiana. He move to LA about five years ago when a great nursing job presented itself. our conversation was just to fill that empty space while we drove, if came to an abrupt stop when we arrived.

We walked into his apartment. it was dark except for the street light shining in through the open windows. And and occasional car light flooded the room with moving light and shadow. It was certainly better light then at The Rack. Harry gently pressed me against the inside of the door - pressing it shut and locking on to my lips once more. It already felt warmly familiar. I halfway noticed in the midst of all this, a picture on the desk by the door. Harry must not have wanted me to see it. Like a magician, he made the picture disappear into the desk. I noted it, but really... who cared? This man was amazing. He guided me to the middle of the room and we undressed each other in the dance of light and shadows from the street. If anyone would have taken a second look, we would have been very visible. Two moon-lit pale white guys going up and down each other. Thoroughly going over every conceivable spot. He was thick and muscular. I wonder what he wanted with a tall, lanky guy like me. I was glad he did. We became oblivious to the front window's eye on us, as the last bit of clothes fell to the floor. I reached down to get a more skin to skin feel of his cock. A slight pause.
"Are you a one ball man?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. " does it bother year?"
I told him no.
"From the size of this bad boy, I don't know how you walked around with two of them."
He laughed a belly laugh that only a man named Harry could muster up. "I can't believe you said that," he said. Oh no. I thought, had I offended him?
"I'm sorry," I stammered, "I just..."
"No," he said.
"Its just that an old friend of mine said the exact same thing to me once." He must have known what he was doing positioning us in the middle of the living room on the floor. The way we malled each other all night, no bed would have held up.

The bight LA sunshine had all ready started to pry into my eyes when a knock on the living room windows send me scrambling for my clothes. I wondered how long the UPS man had stood there watching the two of us curled up naked on the living room floor. Harry laughed as I pressed myself against the wall flatly.
"relax man, Harry said, and stood up to open the door. He had a package for Harry. And not just the one in his hands. It looked like a moving box, for clothes maybe. I'm sure none of this was unusual for a UPS delivery driver in LA. Harry walked in the kitchen and put some coffee on.
" You sleep ok?" He asked.
"like a baby," I answered.
"yes, you sure are," he told me.
"I'm glad you like it," I said. He was so beautiful, standing in the kitchen making coffee. The coffee started gurgling and he came back into the living room.
"What's in the box dude?"
"It's just a box of clothes, a friend of my mom thinks that I can use some of it.
" Want some coffee?" He offered.
"Sure, I can use a cup." Besides I just wanted to keep watching him move. We drank coffee naked in the living room and talked about our jobs, our lives, our upcoming plans. I couldn't believe he hadn't kicked me out yet.
"I better get you back to your car," he said finally.
"Yeah, I guess so... I don't want to leave, but if your busy... "
"Do you want to have dinner some time?" Harry said. he didn't to really finish the question before I answered yes.
"That's great," he said. As he sliced through the top of the box. His entire mood and tone became suspended. His eyes seemed to roll back and he seemed to take a deep breath.
"Are you okay?" I said. my voice startled him back into reality and he shut the box
"How about Thursday night?" He abruptly said.
"I have to take you to your car now."
"Thursday's fine, and I'll get dressed now," I quickly said before he changed his mind.

He drove me to my car still smelling like the sex we had the night before. I didn't think I wanted to wash, but I figured I would by Thursday.
"Where are we going on Thursday?" I asked. "What should I wear?"
"Just jeans and a T-shirt, we'll do some thing casual."
"Cool", I said. I'll see you then. He kissed me and drove off.

It was four days of acute anticipation and horniness. I had my favorite jeans and T-shirt laying out on a chair ready to ago. I wondered where this would all lead. I was excited. And I couldn't wait to get going.

It finally came time to suit up and get going. I was surprised that I didn't get into an accident on the way to his house. My heart was pumping harder the closer I got. When Harry opened the door, my heart sunk to my polished Black boots I was wearing. Harry was dressed in a sport Jacket and slacks!
"Didn't I say where we were going?" He asked.
"I, I, I, thought you said jeans and a T-shirt,"
"Don't worry, we can fix you up with some of the clothes from that box I got last week, none of it fits me, I think it's closer to your size."
"I hope there's shoes in there too," I said.
"Yeah, there are - let's get you dressed."

I don't really get into people picking out my clothes for me, but at this point I had no choice. He picked out a pair of khaki pants that fit perfect. And a black sport coat. Again, a perfect fit. Even the shoes fit me. I was relieved that our evening had not been ruined, but a little annoyed. I'm sure he had said casual - jeans and tee-shirt. Why did he do that? Regardless, I had a feeling we would have the time of our lives. We did. We went to a very nice restaurant, and to several clubs. We ran into a few of his friends. One guy, Frank, said, " Man, you're right... he's like this twin."
"Who?", I asked. Harry waved the comment away as the ramblings of a drunk man. And by the way, I was getting a little fucked up myself.
"If you what to enjoy the rest or evening, you will have to get me home soon," I slurred.
"Perfect, I've had enough too man." We walked back to his apartment in some of the same moonlight that had lighted our way a couple of nights before. The moon had only gotten fuller and brighter. It had been a perfect night, and it was about to get even better.

When we arrived back at his house, Harry used his body against me to push the door closed again. This time however he forgot to hide the picture he had hidden from the other night. He excused himself to go the bathroom. When he left, the light streamed in and fell directly on the picture. It was me! At least, it looked like me. I was confused. Who was this guy in the picture? The light vanished and Harry returned to lead me to the bedroom. I didn't know what was going on, but I sure wasn't going to waste a a really great lay by prying.

We fucked and fucked. You would never know he was a one ball man. Early in the morning as we lay in bed talking, I decided that I had to know.
"Harry... what's going on?"
"What? he asked.
"Who's the guy in the picture who looks so much like me?"
"Oh, you saw it... I'm a little embarrassed."
"Don't be," I said. It just seems like if you are going to cheat on your lover, you'd go get yourself a little strange."
"Are you that specific about your type?" I asked.
"No, it's nothing like that," he said. He want on to explain,
"The guy in the picture is my lover who died about eight years ago - Craig. "I have been having a lot of dreams lately about him, and how we had met at The Rack. So I decided to stop by their the other night." he went on to tell me that when he saw me, it was like seeing a ghost. In fact, I was standing right in the very same place they had met some 10 years before.
It must have been a very odd moment for Harry. Of course I had no idea what was going on. I just knew I was one lucky man that night.
"And the box that arrive the next morning, what was that all about?"
Harry told me, "that made things even more weird."
"Craig's mother sent me this box of his old clothes. She had talked of sending them to me years ago. But she, nor I were ready for it. She told me she would send it when she knew the the time was right."
"I'm sorry to have done this to you," he said quietly.
"When I opened that box, Craig's smell came out and hit me hard. I cooked up a plan right that minute to get you into those clothes. I knew it would be my only opportunity to have one more night with Craig. I knew if I didn't trick you, I'd never get you in them. No man likes to be dressed up... it's insulting. Can you forgive me? I wasn't pretending to have a good time. You really helped me put some closure on this."
"Forgive you?" I said stunned, I'm honored, I can't think of anything I'd rather have done then help you have another night on the town with your lover. I can only hope for something like that to happen to me. I've lost many friends and lovers too.
"Harry hugged me hard - two men in their nakedness holding on for dear life. He started to quietly sob while we lay there in the moonlight.

We saw each other a few more times but I knew that the magic of the moon, the box, and The Rack couldn't be duplicated. It was a gift. A gift that floated down on moonshine and was delivered in a box.

Self Confidence

2009-06-20T07:54:00.000-07:00

What can I say? I obviously "like big dicks, and I cannot lie." But I really think that half of what I'm responding to (especially when I don't know for sure if a guy is hung or not) is his self-confidence. I think that men with large dicks have more of that. I'm here as an admirer, I don't have a big dick. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my dick thoroughly. And I think other do too, but I wasted a lot of time feeling less-than. It never really dawned on me until one night when I went to a sex club in LA. I was looking for big meat to suck, and I was standing with my back to the wall waiting for Mr. Goodbar to bury into my throat when a guy stood across from me. He wasn't a very big guy, and even though I like a big body too, I never pass on the little guys because they often have some of the biggest dicks. he started rubbing his crotch in a provocative way and I thought I had found what I was looking for. When he opened his pants, I was a little disappointed to see that he actually had a rather small cock. but he just pointed to me and then pointed down to his dick. he was so full of confidence... and was surprised to find myself really responding to his demands. he wasn't going to take no for an answer, so I went over and knelt in front of him. I started sucking his cock and started telling me what a dirty cocksucker I was. He was verbal and really into it. I love a dirty-mouthed, verbal exchange when I'm making a cock feel good and he really delivered. After a while he pulled his dick out of my mouth and soaked me down with a huge load of jizz. I realized at that moment that in many cases, I wasn't responding to the cock, but to the man. the opposite has been true too. sometimes I respond to the big beautiful dick and I find that all the poor guy wants is to be manhandled and have his mouth or ass fucked... but because he has a big fat cock, all anybody wants him for is to top them... that must be as frustrating as feeling less than for not having a whopper in your pants.

Nakedness in the World That is Ours

2009-06-20T07:21:00.000-07:00

The fearlessness of nakedness. The way figure it, animals get to walk around naked in the world... fuck right in front of everybody for that matter. We should at least be able to go out in to the woods and have sex... or go down to the beach at night and fuck naked in the moonlight. As far as I'm concerned, there is far too little nakedness n the world. I live on the southeast coast, so I guess it's a little easier for me to find places to be naked. I'm never into the getting caught thing. For me it's just the freedom that comes with walking naked over the earth like humans must have had every opportunity to do in the past. Right now it's literally 100 degrees during the day, and I have several options for being free of clothes. At night (sometimes) really late I just walk down to the beach and walk naked. Sometimes I swim, but to be honest, the movie Jaws is imprinted on my brain, so I don't usually do too much of that. But, when I go out swimming during the day I go out far enough that it doesn't matter and just float around holding my shorts in my hand... I've often wondered what would happen if I lost them accidentally. There's also a resort I go to in the middle of Georgia. There are several actually, but the one I go to has a really great pool that's clothing optional plus the added aspect of a very sexually charged atmosphere... Generally we sit around the pool during the day while the trucker blow by us on the freeway, oblivious to the fact that their is a boat load of horny gay men playing with each other's dicks on the other side of the fence. After drinking a bunch of beers n the hot sun naked and swimming around in the pool, people usually find someone to hook up with... then maybe more naked swimming under the full moon... it makes for a very relaxing weekend/afternoon.

Orangutan Pussy in Estrus

2009-06-19T18:07:00.000-07:00

An Actual conversation between my friend Sally and me.
"hello?"
"Hi"
"How's it going?"
"Well, I'm doing OK."
"Really, I've known you long enough to know that that's not the case."
"Well, I didn't want to gross you out."
"What... What would gross me out?"
"Well, I'm having a little trouble 'down there,' I've got a yeast infection."
"I've heard about your yeast infections before... It's not really pleasant, but it doesn't gross me out."
"That's not the end of the story."
"Oh... well, let me have it..."
"Well, so, I have a yeast infection, so I went to the doctor and got a prescription."
"yeah?"
"So I went to bed that night and in the middle of the night I got up with an incredible burning... down there. I went in tot he bathroom and turned on the light... and my pussy looked like an Orangutan Pussy in Estrus."
AWKWARD SILENCE
"Well, maybe you should call the zoo and ask for the primate house..."
AWKWARD SILENCE
Uproarious Laughter!
"That was the meanest and funniest thing anyone has ever said to me!"
"Well, you know I'm always here to do what I can."

Extreme body Modification Procedures

2009-06-19T04:37:00.000-07:00

I hear a lot of people who talk about piercings, tattoos, etc... with disgust, and i wonder why... the first thing we do to new born baby boys is put them through one of the most strange and unneeded body modification procedures in the world... the circumcision. I've heard all the reasons... "it may get infected." Yes, so might his ears, why don't you have them removed? "I want him to look like his Daddy." Why, are you going to be fucking him?" "He may get laughed at in school gym class." Not if everybody stops lopping off plieces of their children he wont. And, not when women discover how much better sex with an uncut penis can be. Once while talking to a female pediatrician and shooting down one argument she had after another, she finally got to the heart of the matter... "Well, it just looks prettier to me." Ah yes... it has finally come to this we've performed this barbaric ritual for so long, it's just a cultural norm. So much so, that you can hardly get out of a hospital without them chasing you down with a pair of forceps and a scalpel. Just try this... inquire into having your baby girl circumcised.... you wont get out of the hospital because the police will be waiting at the door to take you away. I'm in no way comparing the brutal ritual of female circumcision to that of males, but the reasons for them are all very similar and the law about them should be too. No matter what your view of when life starts is, it certainly has started at the very latest, at birth. One of those rights should certainly be to not have parts of their body lopped off due to cultural whim. If after becoming an adult you wish to have it removed, go for it. But no body else should be able to make that choice for you.

Deep Throating - And I Don't Mean Watergate

2009-06-18T05:15:00.000-07:00

So much is discussed about the whole Deep Throat thing... A few thoughts.
The whole gag thing has to do with a specific length of the cock. As long as it either doesn't reach the gag spot, or it goes past it, gaging isn't a problem. The thickness is another thing, but not in terms of gagging so much as, will it fit. Then there's the curve factor. If it has a big upward curve, then you have to go at it in a 69 position (more or less). I mean... the railroad tracks have to curve the same way as the tunnel to get the train through. Of course having said all of this, I'm left with an issue. I like the gagging and slurpping and gurggeling noises. I'm a good deep throater, so sometimes I have to fake not being because some guys really like the fact that they are too much to handle and want to have that force aspect. Fucking a mouth makes the fucker the top. sounds pretty basic, but you'd be surprised at how many times I feel like I'm being very specific about being an oral bottom and then come to find out that the guy thinks that means I want to get my dick sucked... ?
I debate mentioning this.. of what the hell. The guy on the internet (and on this site specifically) called Fleshlight mouth... A most talented force of nature. He can swallow the biggest cocks in the world over and over again to the hilt... That's great, but I find that as I'm watching his videos, I become bored. Where's the sound, where's the challenge, where's the interest? Don't get me wrong, I'm sure if you have a big dick it feels great. I just think it makes for a really boring viewing experience. There's something so easy about it for him that there's something missing... call it the worship factor. I prefer watching the guys giving it their all and gagging and slobbering and begging with tears streaming down their cheeks. But... maybe that's just me. To each their own

Big Al

2009-06-17T05:50:00.001-07:00

I've always had a fantasy of meeting up with Al Capone in some back room in a courthouse or the like. Al, being the horny, big-dicked Italian stallion that he is is sitting there with his fat uncut cock hanging out of his suit pants. I of course stare and start to lick my lips and he motions for me to come over and start working that fat pipe with my mouth. He blows his load down my throat and all over the my face and chest. He stands up and wipes the rest of his load off on my shirt, buttons up and leaves me there kneeling in an empty hall.

Museum of Cock - Noonie

2009-06-09T09:33:00.000-07:00

So far, Noonie is number 1 in the "White guy - Cut" Catagory for size proportion (to include nut proportion) and overall "Fucking Gorgeousness"
Get a load of this hot fucker. I met him while I was caming one day. if you want to contact him, he's in Canada... noonie152@yahoo.com
he like them younger than 60... Not too unreasonable I guess.
Let him know you saw him at http://gargman.blogspot.com/

Jack-Off Fiends

2009-06-09T06:58:00.000-07:00

Guys will jack-off anywhere they think they can get away with it, and a lot times where they know they can’t. They wank it on the train, on the plane, driving down the highway, or maybe behind the roadside produce stand... fucking a watermelon while he’s ringing up your parsnips. Sometimes it is just for relief, sometimes it is to see how big of a load they can leave on a bathroom mirror at work.

Lucky Witness

2009-06-09T06:31:00.000-07:00

The urinal is a mouth.
A bottomless pit throat.
The witness to all
the magic beings
pulled out from between
the zippers and buttons.
Watching as gym shorts
are pulled to the side
to reveal veined beef.
Black & white and hairy and shaved.
Some lucky porcelain
gets an occasional
sticky white treat.
The lucky witness
to the magic meat.

The Lube fiasco

2009-06-09T06:16:00.000-07:00

That stupid mother fucker! Tony! I should know better than to go anywhere near someone named Tony. But for some reason, if you tell me your name is Tony, I want to fuck you. He was one hot fucker all right. Tall dark and hung like an Italian race horse. Just what this lilly white farm boy from outside Chicago needed. My boy friend at the time just wasn’t doing it for me. I needed to be ridden hard and put up wet. Se when I got a hold of Tony on Spring Break I went for it. I knew my boyfriend would be drinking some where, so we went back to Tony’s hotel and he kicked his room mate our for a while. It turned in to an all night romp with him fucking my face and stuffing my corn-fed hole full of beef. About midway through we ran out of lube. Tony fumbled in the dim light through his friend’s back-pack for some more and went on spanking and man-handleing me and tossing me around on his stiff cock. It was the greatest fuck experience of my life.
The problem became clear that next morning in the bright light of day when I looked in the mirror. The lube Tony had grabbed wasn’t lube at all, but self tanning cream! There on my lilly white body was a road map of my indiscretions with Tony. Brown hand prints on my ass. My nipples were as brown as a little island boy’s. My cock and balls were a deep mocha brown. All around my lips! My ears! My god, my asshole was as black as night! How, for fucks sake was I going to explain this??!!
Tony felt really badly, but couldn’t stop laughing. He was already dark, so it wasn’t so noticeable on him.
Well, I had no choice. I had to just go back to my hotel and face the music. I lied and told him that someone drugged me and I just woke up this way. Oh well, that relationship wasn’t going anywhere. So not only did I have the fuck of my life, but got rid of some dead weight in the form of a boy friend a lot earlier than I would have otherwise.

Art for Sale

2009-05-18T11:44:00.000-07:00

I'm giving this e-biz stuff a shot. I have designed the following art for sale as:
Greeting Cards - Set of five (6" x 4" image on 7" x 5" card) with envelope $25
Larger Print outs - Set of 5 (10" x 6.6" image with space for mounting/framing) $50
All print outs are on glossy stock and high resolution vector images created by me.
I realize that these are not for everyone, but that's why I'm putting them out in the huge market place of the internet. I also realize they are a little expensive, but I have to make these myself, so they become labor intensive. If I get a good response, maybe I'll try to mass produce future images.
For now, if your are interested, please contact me by commenting on this post (click on comment at the end of this post) as to what you are interested in purchasing and how to reach you. Then you can pay me through the donation button at the bottom of this blog. When I receive your payment, I will ship the images to the address you provide to me (by your email, not a comment on the blog).
Like I said, these images are not for everyone, but there are certainly people who I have know who I would send these cards to.
If you happen to have a dungeon or some kind of a pig play room, I think they would look great in larger sizes on the wall. Or if you are so inclined, they could be a dramatic addition to your bedroom of sin!
One more thing, I am also open to talking to anyone who publishes erotic/porn art in print or online who may want to buy my images for publication purposes... Pretty much anything goes if you have some interest in my art, so contact me and lets talk.
Thanks, Scott
Oh yeah... if you just want to look at them here and jack off, that's cool too!

Locker Room Towel Boy

2009-05-10T08:13:00.000-07:00

As a young man, I got a job at local gym as a locker room towel boy. I really took the job because I got a free gym membership and I loved to go work out at this particular gym because it was no frills and smelled of testosterone and jizz, and had a reputation of having the hottest men. The guys who went there were serious about their workouts, but they were just as serious about the showers, steam room, locker room and out-of-the-way-alcove activities.

As the towel boy, I was responsible for making sure there were fresh towels, general clean-up, the soap dispensers were full in the shower room... things like that.
I didn't really do much to be honest. I had time to study and read, but mostly I got a fucking eyeful of man meat. I dispensed towels and locker keys from a storage room that had a big window into the showers. Guys would come by the half door and I would take their membership card and give them a towel and a key. behind that room was the laundry room which was more shut off from view. During my forst month working their I discovered several interestingly placed holes in the wall that gave me a view of darkened halls and bathrooms. It was through those holes in the wall and that window to the shower room that I gained quite a fucking education.

From my perch I could check out all the beef that would come in. They all seemed to enjoy showing off something in some way or another.

Some guys were more or less my age. They seemed to want to show off their hot ass in a jock strap... walking around the locker room knowing that other guys (or I) were checking them out. Some guys liked to wave their fat cocks around. The locker room was always warm and humid and allowed for that extra hangage and added swing.

I noticed that there were times when things got more free=wheeling... like later on Friday or Saturday night. I would get a glimpse of some beefy man with one leg up on a bench for what was way longer than it took to dry off his foot, with his ass spread open, winking at everyone who went by.
There was also a lot of "grab-ass" going on in the locker room. Men hootin' and hollerin', snapping each other with towels or pulling shorts down... rough-housing... cutting-up, those kind of things. Some times there would be a full on wrestling match right there in the shower between two bulls.

The first uncut cock I ever saw was through that window to the locker room. this particular guy loved showing his beautiful fat cock off to me. I realized that the more I made it obvious that I was checking him out the more he would show me.

Once I was looking through one of the holes in the wall and I could see him jacking his fat, uncut cock. He knew I was watching and it turned him on more. He pumped his fist up and down his dick 'till it shot a huge load all over the bathroom mirror.

I learned a lot about men from watching them interact in the locker room. It was like being a nature observer. Observing male silver-back gorillas in it's natural habitat. The only difference was that men came in so many shapes and sizes. there were really big men with muscled hairy asses and small cocks. There were skinny, younger guys with hardly any meat on their bones with gargantuan swinging richards. There were guys with small cocks and huge bull-balls (all potatoes, no meat) and men with thick fat pipes and hardly any balls at all (all meat, no potatoes). and of course their were those guys that seemed to have it all. Hairy, testosterone-filled bodies with big thick hands and feet, cock and balls that would slap back and forth between their legs as they walked naked to the shower, hard chiseled asses with nice pink puckered holes that just begged to be licked and sucked. Those guys would get a whole locker room stirred up, and I would end up jacking my meat looking through a hole in the wall as other were doing the same thing.

Then there were those special nights when all hell seemed to break loose. I could hear flesh slapping and grunting and groaning going on in the darker places of the locker room. the bathroom stalls seemed to heave with breath and sweat and cum. It was on these night that I would forget about looking though holes in the walls and go back to the dark, humid corners and take part in the male-bonding rituals. there would be guys jacking their cocks sitting on the toilets and standing in the corners getting their dicks sucked off.

The glory holes between the stalls were filled with hard cocks and wet, hungry mouths sucking loudly to the rhythm of groans and sighs.

It was on those special nights that I would have to walk back to my towel room covered from head to toe in thick cum from the multiple loads I would have shot at my face.
I certainly didn't make very much money at this job and eventually I had to move on, but without a doubt, my favorite job of all time would have to be my couple of years as a Locker room Towel boy.

My Porn Star Hero

2009-04-11T07:11:00.000-07:00

As a new and confused 'mo (my term for homosexual), I found it hard to grasp what I thought being into other guys meant to me. I knew that I didn't want to associate myself with showtunes and drag queens. I guess I worried that eventually I would be transformed into one of those kind of guys. (Don't freak out girls... I realized later what frontline warriors the effiminate among us were and are to the gay movement). I fell into the camp of, "be the kind of guy you want to attract." So I set out lifting weights and spitting a lot and cutting my hair short and joining the army.
As the years went by I found it hard to find other 'mos. Little wonder, I did everything I could to cover up the fact that I was one of them. Plus, I really did not want to be found out in the Army... one of my biggest fears. I look back now at all the missed opportunities and cringe.
During these years of gay exile, I did find one bright spot... Porn. I loved that I could find porn that had exactly the kind of guys I wanted to find in the world. The fact that they were fucking and sucking was just the icing on the cake.
The biggest stand out for me, and the man I consider my first partner in a way was Clint Lockner. I first found Clint on the cover of a Colt magazine and scooped it up right away. He was truly the height of masculinity. The photo spreads I like the best were the ones of Clint in his LAPD uniform. Tall jack boots, mirrored sunglasses, pistol... the works. Once I found videos of Clint, I knew that I could make it through the remainder of my years in the Army without going completely mad.
The years went by and I got out of the Army. I met my first flesh and blood partner and we eventually moved to San Diego. The transition to civilian life was a bit harder on me than I care to admit and I eventually found myself working part time at a local leather bar.

Nothing wrong with the bar lifestyle, but I knew that I needed to make more money than that. On the other hand, it did wonders for my sex life. I guess everything has its trade-offs.
The men that went to this bar were certainly the ones that I had decided were my type, and I enjoyed interacting with them and watching them in their subtle and not so subtle male bonding rituals.

One night, as I was starting my shift at 10pm, I saw a man come into the darkness of the bar. My eyes were just beginning to adjust to the low light of the blue bar candles, so I couldn't see him very well. Something told me that I was going to like what I saw very much. Usually, the candles that were put out throughout the bar were red. Of course the whole bar was painted black and there was a motorcycle hanging from the ceiling, bar poster with hunpy men on them... the usual decor for a leather bar. But once a month, we had what was called a blue moon party and all the candles that were put out on that night were blue... as in once in a blue moon. It was a subtle change, but for anyone who was used to the bar, it seemed to make a big impact on the level of action and mystery in the air.
I got my register set and checked my stocks and went right down to the end of the bar where my dark stranger was sitting. I asked him if his beer was ok and indicated that he was ready for another. I walked back to the cooler while I tried to get my brain to digest what I thought I was seeing. I looked back several times as I spun it around in my head. Could it be? No, I certainly would have known if he lived here in San Diego. Was it? I walked back with the beer and set it in front of him.
"You're staring," he said as he laid the $5 on the bar.
It startled me lightly.
"Oh, sorry," I said.
"Are you..."
Before I got out the question, a big grin came over his face and I knew right away that it was in fact my Porn Star Hero, Clint Lockner.
"People don't recognize me very often any more. Especially young men your age."
I was a bit star struck, but I knew what he meant. Porn at this time had taken on a very clean, hairless, twinky-boy persona that left me limp and uninspired. The age of HIV had pushed much of the grand old porn of the 70's out of the way.
"yeah, well... I haven't jumped on the new hairless, twinky-boy band wagon, and I still rock-out with my cock-out to my great 70's porn abott once a week," I said with a sly grin.
He laughed a deep baritone belly-laugh that I could feel down in my nuts. I grabbed a beer and popped the top and held it up to his. "Dude," I said, thanks for saving my sanity over the years. Let me know what else you need... your money is no good here."
He asked how on earth he could have saved my sanity after thanking me. I explained my early lonely days being a closeted soldier and how his hot video work helped me calm my raging hormones. In between popping open beers, we talked about what the good old days must have been like. he floored me when he told me that the LAPD uniform he wore in those early shoots was in no way fake. He was in fact a LAPD officer and some of the shoots happened while still on the force. But as his career progressed and he realized the backward mentality of the police force at the time he got out and pursed his porn and other careers full time. Of course all I wanted to hear about was the porn stuff. And he was happy to talk about it. From time to time other customers would get into the conversation. Some of them because they also recognized Clint. Others because they overheard our conversation and were intrigued. Others just because Clint was, even at his advancing age still a fucking hot piece of man meat and the smell of testosterone was still oozing out of his pores. His name was not Clint, but to this day, I can't remember what he told me his name really was. It wouldn't matter anyway, he would always be Clint to me.
To my surprise, Clint was still at the bar when I was starting to close up. He was in no way drunk... he held his beer like a true man. He asked me if it would be worth his while to stick around after closing.
I almost dropped my beer on the floor as I told him that I would have to do my close-up, but if he wanted to wait I'd be stoked to go any where he had a mind to after that.
"Great," he said, "You do what you have to and when you're done we can go to my place and "talk" some more." His giant mustached grin said it all and I closed that fucking dive up in record time.
When the light came on, I could tell that even though he still looked good, age was starting take a hold. I also got the feeling that HIV may be an issue in his life. How could it have not been? He was (at least in my mind) the king of the wild 70's in terms of sexuality and lustful indulgence. My actual partner at the time and I had parted ways as friends and I was still part of his life as I watched him struggle with the same thing. So, I was no stranger this, and knew what was and was not safe. Besides, there was no way in hell I was going to miss the opportunity to have Clint Lockner's fat 10 incher down my throat. As if he heard my brain talking to itself, he said, "you know I have HIV, right?"
"yes," I said. "I understand. ARe you ready to go?"
And off we went. I followed him back to his apartment... the whole way there with a raging bone.
he was unlocking his door as he turned around and saw me walking towards him unable and not trying to hide my hard-on. A smile broke across his face as opened the door and we stepped inside. Once inside he pushed me against the wall and locked his big mustached mouth on my as he probed my throat with his tongue. I felt dizzy with excitement and reached into his leather jacket to feel his chest. His nipples were hard and they stuck through his tee-shirt. I reached down to his crotch and felt his stiffening cock pushing against his thigh.
"I want you to get out of your clothes. I like my cocksuckers to be naked. then go over to Daddy's big chair and wait for me." He instructed.
I did as I was told and got down on my knees by his chair. He came out of the bedroom. he was still wearing everything that he had on before, but his leather jacket. In his hands he had some poppers and a chain collar. He set the poppers on the table next to the chair and put the collar around my neck and sat down in his chair.
"Go ahead boy, put that pretty face in Daddy's crotch." he said
I forced my face into his spread legs and took deep breaths. Smelling the manly smell of a crotch I had fantasized about for years.
His cock was stiff down his pant leg and I licked it and smelled it through his jeans. Viagra wasn't around at the time... and he wouldn't have needed it anyway. He undid his belt and I pulled at the buttons on his jeans with my teeth. even with his pants open I couldn't get to his cock because it was so far down his leg. I licked at the start of his cock at the root that was popping up like a hard root misdirected by a concrete sidewalk. he slipped his hand down his pants and unwedged his fat hard cock from his pant leg for me to get a good look. I gazed in amazement at the trunk of meat before me. then he reached in his pants again and freed his egg sized balls and let them spill out over his open fly. I immediately put his heavy nuts in my mouth and gazed high up in the air along the giant cock and Clint's shit-eating grin and handlebar mustache.
"Are you a hungry boy," he asked.

I gurgguled an affirmative response as Clint opened the bottle of poppers and put it under my nose. I inhaled deep and long. then He put the bottle under my other nostril and I inhaled again. he screwed the bottle shut, tied the blind fold around my head, pulled his nuts from my mouth and directed my head to his cock.
"Now boy, make Daddy's cock feel good with your cunt mouth," he said.
I started with his fat cock head as my mouth drooled and my head spun from the strong poppers. I heard Clint take a big hit of poppers, then settle back into his chair as I slobbered and sucked on my hero's fat cop cock. With the blind fold on all I could see in y head were the movies and photos that I had jacked off to for all those years. And now here I was satisfying my every dream with Clint's fat tool in my mouth... slobbering up and down the shaft as he flung filthy words of encouragement at me. When i really dove down for the first time I could tell that Clint was impressed. With his pulsating dick all the way down my throat for the first time, clint held the back of my head still. I could feel the meat throbbing in my throat and as clint said, "Good, good, good, boy," i could feel him pumping up his cock... expanding his already massive dick with each "good." he backed my head off slowly as told me what a good cock swallower I was. "I could have used you in some of those old movies, boy,: he said. I was so proud. I only wished that it could have happened. He glided my head down over his cock again and again, using my head like a melon to fuck. With each groan I was filled with joy and delight that I could make his cock feel so good.
We went on like this for about an hour. sometimes Clint would stand up and fuck my head good and hard, then he would sit back down and let me slobber and lick on his balls and slap my face with his veiny meat. When he was ready, he soaked my chest and the rest of my front down with a huge load of thick jizz. Then he pushed me back on the floor and jacked my swollen cock off until it shot a geyser of spunk.
As our breathing settled down, he took off my blind fold. He was sitting next to me on the floor with a look of satisfied amazement on his face.
"You are one talented cocksucker, boy," he said with a big grin. I smiled and back and told him how happy I was that he liked it.
I got together with Clint a couple more times after that. Once he cooked me dinner, another time we went out to drink a few beers. Once in a while I saw him at the bar. We had what I guess could be described as a true appreciation for each other, but It would be untrue to claim that I was one of his true friends... of which he had many towards the end of his life. Eventually I stopped seeing him around and then one day I read the obituary in the local gay paper. It was one more of the many heart-heavy announcements that were a part of the times, and unfortunately, continue to this day. But I will always treasure the time that I got to spend with Clint and hope and believe that he would say the same thing.
years later, I went online to search for a picture of my first partner's aids quilt. When I found it, I was looking at it and playing back in my head the times that we had together when I was stopped in my tracks. Right next to my partner's quilt was Clint Lockner's quilt. It was like a long lost friend suddenly appeared to say hi once more and remind me once again of My Porn Star Hero.
Note... this story is all true... if you were a friend of Clint's (one who would actually know his real name), I hope you don't mind my telling this story. After all, it's been about 15 years. I'm pretty sure that you know how sexual Clint was up until his death. And I want you to know how dearly I hold his memory.

Prison Jock-strap Sweat

2009-04-06T15:10:00.000-07:00

Back behind the prison walls
there’s gobs of frustrated holes of beef
Beef so needy like you’ve never seen
Ready for lips that are wet with hot jizz
a smooth wet pipe of a mouth to plug
Some need throat and mouth so bad.
They’re slabs of meat jut out straight from
where they once layed pushed into a suffocating tangle of
hair and sweat and baggy skin - fumes of the crotch
waiting to escape
filling my nose with the the smells that would make me
drop to my knees and inhale the aroma
of prison jock strap sweat.

Pig Freak Orgy

2009-04-06T15:09:00.001-07:00

Not something one would normally just happen upon. You kind of need to be invited to a pig freak orgy. The snorting and the choking. The throat stuffing sounds of spit and meat and hair. Mouths stay always open ready for another fat pipe to drain. Still sticky from the other cum loads they have taken in the face. Slick warm smooth holes. Fat uncut cocks full of jizzm and piss wave in the dim empty room. Spurting and probing about.
No, not something one would happen upon.
You need an invite.

Gapping, begging hole

2009-04-06T15:03:00.001-07:00

Over a log, over a barrel.
His hole sucks the meat.
A giant gapping, engorged orifice.
Wet and red. Abused and loved.
Radiating hot humid wet air.
Ass lips sucking cock
like a drooling mouth.
Begging for just one more hard thrust

Meaningless Shorts

2009-04-06T14:55:00.000-07:00

His fat fuck pipe could not be contained
by the flimsy fabric.
With each step he took
it grew and stiffened.
There was nowhere to hide.
The wind was licking
it’s beautiful hardness.
The Cock could not be ignored.
It was engorged and powerful
and all wanted it.
It could not be imprisoned by
meaningless shorts.

The First Assfuck

2009-04-04T08:18:00.000-07:00

Who were the first two men to decide that an asshole or mouth would be a great place to stuff a hard cock? I'm sure there's no way to really know, buy I'm sure it happened a long time ago. I imagine a couple of cavemen out on the hunt. They're miles from home with a fresh beast in a heap at their feet. they start a fire and roast up some saber-toothed tiger. they tear into the meat and gorge themselves on the roasted flesh. After they have their fill they lounge around the fire pumping each other's egos up with the heroic stories of the hunt.
As they eat and drink, one decides to take a piss and the campfire illuminates the huge neandertal cock as he flips up his fur loin-cloth. His piss flows out hard and loud, hitting the rocks and ground below and his buddy joins in. They marvel in amazement as they have the first piss sword fight. They notice each others cock and heavy nuts. One of them comments that he has the bigger dick and the other scoffs. He shakes it at him and flips it around in the air, letting his buddy know that it does indeed get much bigger than this... and soon both of their cocks start to inflate. Staring at each others fat cocks, one kneels down to get a closer look. His friend turns to give his friend a better look and his hard meat slaps his buddy in the face. They laugh and as his friends mouth is open wide the other stuffs it in his mouth. he realizes right away that it feels warm and wet, like his woman's pussy. The cocksucking caveman likes the feel of the pumped up meat in his mouth and starts to suck on it. Soon they are taking turns feeding on each others hard caveman cock (first suck-jobs).
It's starting to get cold away from the fire and they make their way back to the warmth. The last one to be on his knees doesn't bother to walk, but just crawls back. As he crawls on all fours back to the fire his friend notices the hole that is positioned in just the same place as his woman's hole is and the proverbial light bulb lights up. He grins and slaps the hole. To his astonishment, he responds just like his woman and his back arches and his hole points way up in the air. His cock is still slick with spit (the first lube) and he thrusts his still hard cock deep into the first man-cunt. It's warm and wet just like a cavewoman hole and he starts thrusting. His friend responds with a grunt and a scream and his man-cunt opens up (the first pig bottom). They continue to hump and thrust next to the warmth of the fire. Their hairy, stinking bodies bulge with muscles as they they moan and grunt in the open moonlight. As the first top feels like he is about to dump his load, he gives his buddy the first reach around and they howl and gasp as jizz starts to fly out of the bottom as his ass gets filled with the thick load. They fall to the ground in a sticky, hairy heap. they know enough to be a little scared that that a baby might actually start to grow in the bottom's ass and then they'd have some explaining to do. But this doesn't happen, so they decide to keep this to themselves (the first closet).
In the future they become the best hunters in the tribe and everyone wonders about their extended hunting trips. But nobody questions them because because they alway return with the meat.

My neighbors Window

2009-04-04T07:58:00.000-07:00

I was doing the dishes at my kitchen sink. The sun had just started to go down when I saw the light come on in the apartment window below. At first it just seemed like he was putsing around the house in a regular Saturday evening manner. then I noticed that each time he wondered by he had on a bit less clothes. that got my attention. I saw him sit and take off his boots, then he had his shirt off, then he was standing in the bathroom taking a piss. the lights were on his place so I could see everything well. After his piss, I noticed that he didn't zip up and he was walking around with his cock hanging out.
I started to get hard as I watched him watching me watch him. My dishes were really getting ultra clean now as I realized that my neighbor was really getting into putting on a show. His cock was not hanging around any more. It bobbed and waved as he walked from room to room pretending to do mundane chores while occasionally pulling and stroking his fat cock. Finally he had all his clothes off and was sitting on his bed pumping his dick for me to enjoy. The idea that that he was doing this without being watched went away as he lay on his bed fist pumping his cock while he watched me watch. He shot a thick load all over his chest and face and smiled up at me as he licked it all clean.
I had dish-pan hands, a raging hard-on and the realization that no exhibitionist is complete without a voyeur and no voyeur is complete without an exhibitionist. they go together like beer and pizza.

Restrained Mouth Hole

2008-11-30T08:02:00.000-08:00

It's a few hours before a poker game. Could be a bunch a hot fuckers watching the big game. The toilet is equipped with a couple of uninals. in between the uninals is a hole - a glory hole. My mustached mouth is right there at cock level. I have the ability to move... have to be able to do a good job, but I can't remove my mouth from the general area of the hole in the wall. My host sets me up and goes about getting ready for the game. I start getting apprehensive about the first man to come back my way. It's a bunch of straight guys and I don't really know how they are going to respond to a mouth begging for their cocks right next to the pisser. My mouth starts to drool waiting for the line of full bladders parading back to my hole.
The first one starts to make his way back to my hole. Im scared, but excited. my cock is hard and my mouth is wet from spit. "What the fuck?" the first man yells. 3 or 4 of them come back to see what's going on.
"It's just a little added hospitatlity for my guests", my host explains. "What the fuck are we supposed to do with this here? one of the hot fuckers asks. "anythinbg you want to do", he said back.
"fucking faggot cocksucker... he's going to be watching me piss all day? I plan on getting good and fucked up. I'll be back here all the time.
"Well, don't worry about it. He's just a mouth-hole. Give him anything or nothing. He'll be happy for any of it."
The biggest one spit at my face and they leave the toilet. Some of them look very inrigued. I can hear them down the hall enjoyng the game and getting beer rowdy.
The big man who spit on my face is the first to come back after a couple of beers. "still got my spit on your face, huh cocksucker?"
"I can't wipe it off, my hands are secured behind my back", I said
You wont be able to get me off with just you mouth faggot. How are you going to take my cock?"
"Gve me a chance... I'll make that fat cock feel so good, you'll never leave."
He unbuttoned his pants and whipped his cock out. it was fat and full - with a hanging foreskin that made my knees go week and my mouth start to drool.With that he let go with a stream of piss. I could here it splashing against the ceramic. It was a hard piss. His cock started to swell a little bit. I could tell that he was starting to get turned on. he quickly pointed his meat at me and gave me a quick spray. I tryed to get every drop, but most of it hit my face and rolled down my chin.
"Faggot, stop looking at my cock!, he said
I of course did what I was told. He buttoned up and walked away, after one more spit wad sent sailing at my face. I love this guy.
Another of my host's buddies cam back.
"you really like cocks, huh dude? he asked as he was whipping out his cock to piss. It was a shorter fatter cock than the guy before.
" I love cock", I told him. He gave me a little shot of piss right before he was done pissing. "Lick the dribble off my cock than mouth boy. I don't want a drop in my shorts."
I did as I was told and got my first taste of cock head of the evening. It started to get fatter in my mouth. He wasn't ready for how good it felt and he started to get hard. It flustered him a little and he went back out to his buddies and the game. I could hear them teasing him about the hard-on that he couldn't hide from his friends. "Hey man, look... this guy has a hungry mouth back there." They all laughed as i heard them getting more beer out of the fridge.
The next man to come in was a hot construction worker type of guy. He pulled his meat out and waved it at me some. "you like this cock faggot?" You want to suck it don't you pussy mouth?"
"yes Sir, I'd love to suck your cock."
Mid way through his piss he pushed his hardening cok in my mouth and made me drink it all. "Don't lose a drop faggot cocksucker." I gurgled my interest and swallowed fast and hard. For my efforts, i got my first full hard-on stuffed down my throat. A few stiff thrusts, but all the way down my throat. I gagged a little but wanted more. I'm here to make cocks feel good with my mouth and throat and lips. My throat starts to open up. Im ready to start really taking cock.
It goes on like this for several hours. Verbally abusing me and my mouth, but never really using me to the best of my ability. All the while their piss streams get harder and harder. I can put my head out the hole far enough to let the piss splash out of the urinal and soak my head.
"Fucking dirty faggot cocksucker. Im going teach you." A big daddy bear man started soaking me down with piss. They were all getting drunker now and less inhibited. This one left the door open and a couple of other guys were in there watching as I take daddy bears piss. "suck my fat cock, faggot", he said, as he started forcing cock in my mouth. I sucked and sucked, moaning at the piss and the smell of his foreskin and the cum starting to bubble up through his heavy nuts. He backed off a little and let loose with 5 or 6 cum blasts at my face. I was a cum soaked mouth pussy now and the fun was just starting.
"That fucker really knows how to suck a cock." I was so proud. Now there's a little crowd around my mouth hole and they're starting to watch their buddies get off. One would spit at my face and another would piss at me some. But without exception, one by one they would feed me they're sweet thick sticky man juice. The jizz on face would mix with the load from the nxt man. I was a covered mess of jizzm and it only turns them on more. They start taking turns filling my mouth with cock and piss and cum. all the while laughing at me and calling me a dirty mouth hole while I service and worship them like I know they need and deserve. I'm here for them and I'll be there all night just waiting to serve more. I'm a pussy-mouthed cock hole and I'm waiting for you too. ;>O~

Dirty Mark the Kinky Bartender

2008-11-23T11:15:00.000-08:00

I love bartenders. Or maybe I should say, I love bartenders at the right bars. I love the way they are showoffs and enjoy the center of attention and of course I love how they are such hot, humpy, sex addicts. Mark was my favorite bartender. He had a big handle bar mustache, shit-eating grin, naturally hot body and he always smelled like sex and man funk. The first night I met Mark, I just stayed until closing talking and bull-shitting with him. I was hoping that he'd lock me in at the end of the night and do awful, beautiful, dirty things to me. This was on night the stars were aligned i my favor. I saw Mark start to corral the others to the door and without missing a beat, he told me to stay right were I was. I knew that Garg was in control of me now.
He got rid of the last customers and locked up. We talked while he cleaned up a little. he told me that he was gong n tot he back to count the money and that when he came back he wanted me naked except for the leash he gave me, my boots and and a hanky blind fold over my eyes. When he went into the office, I quickly stripped down and did I was I was told. Sitting on a bar stool with my hole spread and hanging over the back of the stool I heard the music get turned down. It was low and menacing and I started to really feel the excitement of what was to come. I heard the door open and shut, his boots clomped towards me and I felt a thick wet finger push into my hole as a big rubber dildo was stuffed into my mouth. he pulled my hands behind my back and tied them up with some rope.
"Get off the stool boy," he said in a low tone and I hopped off. He led me by the leash somewhere in the bar and put me on my knees. I heard a camera click away as I knelt in the dark, dirty bar on my knees. My cock was rock hard and I tried to get a sense of where he was. he pulled the dildo out of my mouth and pushed my face into his crotch. It smelled like hot man and I breathed in the aroma. I heard him unbuckle his pants and then his thick, hard cock got pushed down my throat. "Good boy,"he said as he filled my mouth hole with his dick. I sucked and slobbered as he stuffed cock in and out of my face. He pulled out and the next thing I felt was his ass being pressed against my mouth. I licked and suck his hole and smelled the strong, sweaty ass. It was like doing poppers as I breathed in his man smell.
He took me by the leash and lead me on all fours to another part of the bar. I wasn't sure where I was until I felt the cold hardness of the toilet next to my face. he laid me over the toilet with my ass sticking up in the air. Smack! "I'm going to fuck you in this dirty toilet, boy," he said as he slapped my ass. I could feel my ass cheeks getting warm from his spankings. Then he knelt down behind me and spit on my ass cunt. His fingers probed me for a while while I begged him to use me like a filthy faggot. He stuffed his cock about half way in and let my hole get accustomed to it as he continued to slap my ass and pull on the leash. A few more spits to my twitching asshole and he he rammed it home. He fucked me hard as my chest rubbed against the toilet bowl. I begged and groaned and pleaded for him to pump his fat cock in and out of my cunt. "Is this what you wanted you dirty faggot?" he said as he fucked me hard in the dirty bathroom. I could smell the cum of other men who had left their loads on the bathroom floor earlier in the night. he pulled out and turned me around. Sitting on my gaping ass with my back leaning against the toilet. I suddenly felt warm piss start to hit my face and run down my chest. I opened my mouth and laid my head back as he pissed in my open mouth. he laughed at me as I begged for more of his piss. as he finished pissing I could hear his fist pumping his dick. He told me to open my mouth as he held on to my leash and thick spurts of creamy cum started hitting my face and mouth I slurped and gobbled as he came all over my face, mouth and chest.
His rough hands spread his hot load all over my face and pushed it into my mouth as he finished up.
When he took the blindfold off I was greeted by his big smiling face. "you are a dirty boy, aren't you?" he said as I agreed and licked my lips clean. he helped me up and untied my hands. After cleaning up some with a couple of bar rags I got dressed and he walked my to the door. I savored the smell and throbbing of my hole as I walked home and fell into a deep sleep.
I've gotten together with Mark a few times after that... I'll tell you about those meetings another time.

The picked on twink

2008-11-23T10:40:00.000-08:00

There was a guy I went to school with back in the day. He was the kid that everyone picked on. He was a little bit shy, a little bit quiet. I know now that he was gay. Back then I just thought of him as a sissy. he had a hard time fitting in and got picked on a lot. That is until that magic year when we started to hit the showers after gym class. I can remember an anxious feeling all during that first gym class when we all knew that afterwards we would be stripping down and showering up with the big boys... the day we discover that all men are not created equal.
The time finally came and the locker room was warm and humid, and filled with the nervous laughter of young men not really knowing what to expect. There was also a kind of excitement. I guess it was the unknown and nakedness and sexual curiosity. I can remember how most of us kind of took our time... not wanting to be the first to strut down to the showers. As we were mostly procrastinating, securing our towels around our waists, along came twink boy. He just stripped down, threw his towel over his shoulder and started to strut down the middle of the locker room. There was complete silence as we all stared with out trying to be seen staring at this skinny kid with a monster piece of meat swinging back and forth, bouncing off one leg and then the other. In the silence of the locker room you could actually hear it fwoppng back and forth as he walked.
One by one, others made their way to the showers. The twink boy was soaping up, minding his own business. The heat from the water and the suds had relaxed his cock even more. It was fat and uncut with big, heavy nuts hanging between his legs. he may have been enjoying showing off a bit, because it seemed to even be getting a little hard. As I looked around I saw a few others that were staring with their jaws open. A couple of guys were even having to hide an embarrassing boner, but nobody really noticed. They were all too busy secretly checking out the twink. He finished his shower and dried off, all the while fling dick and balls around as he did. Then he walked back to his locker and got dressed.
I didn't hear much talking after that. No one really knew how to address the subject without acknowledging that they had been checking out another guys dick.
It was that day that I realized the power of the penis... I never saw him get picked on again. In fact, He seemed to gain quite a following after that day, I assume by other guys who were as impressed as I was.

Slave Whore (cont)

2008-11-16T10:40:00.000-08:00

I started to feel my body tilt backward. A warm wet tongue started to lick my hole. His stache rubbed up and down against my nuts as he sucked my cunt with his warm mouth. His tongue felt like a cock as it started to push in and out of my expanding hole. Another man started to flap his thick meat on my face. He stuffed big swollen nuts into my mouth as his big dick slapped my face. I sucked and swallowed his heavy nuts until he pulled them out and buried his stiffening cock deep into my throat. There seemed to be a crowd around me now and I could hear them start to encourage each other as they used my holes, pinched my tits and slap at my ass. Thick fingers started to work my hole and I could hear them talking about what a nice wet boy hole I had. On the other end, cock after cock was being forced into my mouth. Other cocks were being rubbed on my chest as they jacked off. My hole got lubed up good, inside and out and a swollen cock head started to tease my hole. I was moaning with cock in my mouth as he pressed his thick dick way up inside me. I gasped and another cock got stuffed into my gaping throat. Spit was leaking out the sides of my cunt-mouth as more and more cocks fucked my mouth. The prick inside my ass stopped to let my hole adjust to its thickness, then he slowly started to pump in and out of my greased up hole. He pulled his fat dick al the way out and then buried it to the hilt over and over as I sucked and moaned my pleasure. Cocks were being pumped hard in and out of all my holes when I heard the guy who was fucking me start to moan his approaching cum spurt. His cock contracted over and over again pumping his load deep inside me. As his jizz was leaking out of me I felt a fat, hard dick bury itself deep inside me and it started all over again. One of the guys fucking my face let loose with a huge cum load that went down my throat and landed on my face, drpping down my neck as other guys shouted about what a big load it was. I could feel others start to cum on my chest and face as the guy fucking my hole pumped off another load up in my guts. My hole was getting really sloppy now as fat cock after fat cock pumped me full of jizz. Sometime they would pull out and shoot all over my stiff dick while rough hands jacked me, using the warm cum as lube. Someone had a really tight hold of heavy nuts and was pulling them as another pumped my cock. The whole thime this was going on the group got more and more rowdy. "Fuck that sloppy cunt, man, yeah, that's it face fuck 'em good." and when one would shoot his load another would position himself at either hole and start ramming home. Cum seemed to dripping off of me from every spot now and my holes just kept getting fucked. A huge load of cum shot all over my face and a warm mouth with a big handle bar stache kissed me and licked my face while he rubbed cum in and around my mouth with his thick fingers.
Then, all at once the blind fold was taken off. I blinked to focus my eyes even while I was still being fucked from both ends. I could see video cameras pointed at me from all around and the images were being shown on big screens all over the room. It looked like about 25 guys standing around me and with others on the outskirts... I couldn't know if they were the ones who were done with me or the ones waiting to take there their turns. I could see on the screens that my face was covered with jizz and spit and my hole was dripping cum and lube as the next man stuffed his hairy cock deep inside me. Another cock got pushed into my mouth as I watched the leathered up, hairy men fuck me and jack their fat dicks all around me. some were fucking and sucking each other as they watched me get plowed. The man who had been licking my face and deep tongue kissing me after each cum shot was bent over having his hole pumped by a really big, hairy daddy. I was glad to see that everyone was really enjoying themselves as much as I was. One by one I watched on the screen as each and every one of these studs either fucked my throat or filled my man cunt with cock. As It started to get to what seemed like the end, up stepped the two guys who had hired me for the event. As Frank smiled down at me, I knew that this was going to be the finally as he pumped up his monster cock with his hand.
"you know I like a sloppy, cum filled cunt for my meat, dont ya boy?" I groaned my 'yes' as he started to slide his enormous, dick deep into my guts. Even with as open and lubed up as I was, his cock spread me open to a point I had not felt the entire night. It was if he was fucking my third and fourth ass hole, hidden deep inside me. As I was getting the fuck of my life his buddy started to fuck my throat with his meat stick. the crowd was really getting into it encouraging them as they fucked my holes with brutal abandon. One grabbed my nuts and the other pumped my cock as I watched myself getting raped on the big screens all around me. I started to cum and the jizz flew all over the place as I felt both mens cock start to contract and release pumping my holes full of creamy cum loads one more time. The crowd cheered and and clapped as cum went squirting out of all my fucked holes.
As I lay there finally catching my breath, the crowd started to thin out. I heard them thanking the hosts for a great night of partying and fucking as they left.
After they had gone, My hosts came over and positioned me over the tub again. They showered me off and cleaned me up like you might take care of a horse after a long day in the fields. When I was dried off, they unhooked me from my harness and helped me get dressed. I was starving by this time so we went somewhere to eat. Afterwards, we came back and the three of us slept like babys for what seemed like a day.
The next day, they put me on a plane home with a thank-you and a great CD as a souvenir. I'm glad to me home, and while it's certainly something I couldn't do all of the time, I have to say that i wonder with anticipation when and what they will use me for in the future.

Just saving a banner

2008-10-27T07:32:00.001-07:00

Slave Whore

2008-10-21T17:17:00.000-07:00

Once about every year I get a phone call from some men I know. I'd say where, but I really don't know. They'll call me up and ask if I'm available for the next couple of months. Of course, I am. That couple of months pays for the rest of the year. They send me the tickets and away I go. I'm not always there for the full two months. Sometimes they'll just fly me in for a party and fly me back home in a couple of days. Those can be a real trip for sure. A few times I just hung out with them at some place in the desert by a pool. They'd fuck me. But it was all pretty garden variety. Garden variety for me anyway. Other times... even I was like, "What the fuck?" They were into it all, but I never knew what their mood was until I got there. They knew my whole story too, so they could, depending on their mood, make it a mind-blowing 3 day sex orgy or really make it all hell for me. Either way, they knew I was up for it. You can't fake being a slave whore. The only real way to do it is for it to be the kind of shit you get into anyway. If you're not really into being a slave whore, I wouldn't recommend it as a career path for you.
The tickets were for San Francisco. I flew in about 5 at night. The lights were just starting to flicker on as I was looking out the window.
I met Jim at the curb with my bag. He had that big, ass-eating, mustache grin on his face. It was good to see him and we hugged our hellos. I loved his big hairy smell. We took off down the road. Who knows where he took me. I don't know it well enough to have a clue where I was.
"What kind of twisted agenda do you have for me this time," I asked.
There's that fucking grin again. This time with a bit of a low chuckle. He was giving me a chub. We pulled up in front of this huge Victorian mansion. It sat in the middle of a row of houses all painted pink and purple and then right in the middle of all that sits this gargantuan black house. I don''t mean black with white trim with purple highlights. This house is painted sold black from the door knobs to the windows. The little fucking lawn that they had in front of it was painted black. Hmmm. Isn't that odd? I would have figured that the neighbors wouldn't like that shit one bit. They must be invited to what ever twisted event is going on here tonight.
The front door opens and it's Frank. His bald head reflecting some of the last of the sun going down. He had a smile too, but not like Jim's. His was more menacing. Like he had been kept waiting. Frank didn't like to be kept waiting.
"Come on boy, I don't have all fuckin' day. You got to be hosed out. Now quit your fuckin' around and get in here."
I hopped to and did as I was told. I knew well enough this wasn't going to be one of those, 'picnics by the pool' kind of a visit. So when I got inside the door, I dropped my bag and then stripped down. My clothes and shoes went into the bag and I handed it to Frank.
"Good boy," he said.
He inspected me. Looked in my nose and ears. Opened my mouth with his thick fingers. I could smell some other boys ass on them. He turned me around and bend me over.
"Spread your legs," he instructed.
He held my asshole open wide.
"It will do, but it's going to have to be shaved and hosed out. And I'm gonna shave your head too while I'm at it."
"Up the stairs boy."
I went upstairs and saw what looked like a big warehouse. In the middle was a tub with a contraption that looked like ropes and pulleys. I couldn't really figure it all out. There was scaffolding and build up platforms in different configurations around the center.
It almost looked like a puppet show without the puppet. I was pretty sure that I was the puppet.
Frank started strapping me in. They were like long sleeves without the shirt part and long pants without the crotch part made of leather with O rings attached to them every 4 inches or so. They fit my tall, humpy bod well and my big buddy started to swell as Frank pulled and tugged at me as he fit me into his contraption. He hooked all the rings to their own thin, strong nylon cord. It looked complicated, but I was surprised how exposed I was. Standing naked in the middle of a warehouse, strapped up to this rope restraining/control devise, next to a big claw bathtub. Frank walked behind me. All at once I was off the ground and my legs were being spread open wide. My knees were being pulled back towards my shoulders and my arms out to my side and up a ways. All this at about a 45 degree angle. Being held n that position, I was suddenly tilted backwards. And there was Frank's big head staring at me upside down. Now he had the ass-eating grin and he said, "I guess we have you sufficiently trussed up!"
I then went back to the last position I was in with my head up. It was comfortable really. And the air on my hole was starting to tickle a bit. Thwack! "All right then. Lets get you properly cleaned out," he said as he slapped my ass hard with his big hand. He pulled a rope and I swung over the tub. Another pull and I raised higher in the air. Frank was sniffing my hole. I could feel his breath. He got a little closer and I felt his big mustache brush against my widening hole. Then I was back down. Frank was standing right outside the tub with a spray nozzle. He wet down my ass and cock with warm water. My nuts started to relax and hang lower. He worked my crotch muscles with his hands as he continued to rinse me down. He shook up the shaving cream and spread it on my heavy nuts and ass crack. The shaving cream had some kind of menthol in it and my skin felt on fire, but good. He shaved me smooth. He left a bush, but still trimmed it back close. Then my nuts got slowly pulled out and shaved. Down through my taint and on to my hole, which was really burning now. It felt like it was glowing red. I felt the water from the hose start to rinse everything off. Smooth as glass. I felt the nozzle start to press against my hole. As I relaxed I felt the warm water start to spread into my rectum, forcing it gently apart. Then up into my guts it glided along.
It stopped.
"Hold that here," Frank said.
I felt like I needed to let it go, but I didn't want to disappoint Frank.
"OK, Go!"
I gushed out a bucket of shit and shit water. It came pouring out of me like Niagara. It was a bit embarrassing. But soon with repeated flushing, I was running clean as a whistle. Frank finished cleaning me up by soaping up my crotch area and rinsing me down again. He finished by rubbing me down with oil. He paid special attention to my hole, greasing it all up inside and out. His thick fingers pressed deep inside me, holding open my hole to let all the water run out.
"You stay put and drain good." My man pussy kept dripping water for a while. Eventually, Frank came back and dried me off good.
"Ok, boy, you've seen enough for now."
And with that I was blind folded. I was comfortable in my positioning and I easily fell asleep with my dirty hole cleaned out, my cunt properly greased, my world, pitch black.
I woke to the sounds of furniture or something being moved in to the warehouse. Soon it was clear that there was a whole crew delivering, assembling and noisily setting up the room. There were power tools and hammering. Every once in a while I could make out some comment about the hunky guy strapped up naked in the middle of the room. Once I felt someone lightly touch my stomach, but someone pulled him back. It had turned me on being on display like that and I could feel that my meat had gotten fat and hard. The pre cum started to drip out of the slit and pool on my belly. They seemed to be there about 2 hours, but I couldn't be sure. I fell asleep again.
I woke this time to the sounds of music. It started low at first, but then started to increase in volume. It was early evening club music. Soon I started to hear the sounds of the party around me. Men talking above the music and boots clomping across the floor, bottles of beer being opened and the bottle caps hitting the trash cans. Low masculine laughter and the loud clash of beer bottles breaking as they were casually tossed into bins. I could hear old friends meeting for the first time and with my hearing sense heightened, I even thought I could hear the slapping together of large naked bear chests.
The night went on and more often I felt as if I was the center of attention of some small group of men. A comment about the trussed up boy in the middle room, an occasional pinch of my nipple, a gentle grope of my ass, cock or balls. Over the next several hours, the party started to get a little more well lubricated and there was less pretense. My cock started to be pulled on hard as I heard a heavy set of boots clomp on by or my nuts slapped... I started to feel the cold mouth of a long-neck on my hole or a slippery, thick middle finger slip in to the middle knuckle. But it was still just a big party of men getting drunk. I could smell different kinds of smoke wafting around, sometime a big mustached mouth would blow a hit of whatever they were smoking into my lungs, and I had a good 6 or 7 beers poured down into me too. I was feeling very relaxed now when the candy started getting put under my nose and my mouth and one nostril were held shut. If I wasn't horny by now, I was really about to be up for anything soon.

To be continued

Deliberate Indifference

2008-10-18T09:38:00.000-07:00

The loading docks, the factories, the garages, the truck stops, and all the other industrial, blue collar places are Garg's favorites to apply his influence over me. It's the highway work crew man with his shirt off standing by the side of the road adjusting his dick in his pants that grabs me and pumps up my testosterone for the rest of the week. It doesn't have to be anything really meant to be sexual. In fact it's the deliberate indifference to what they are doing that usually turns me on the most. Like walking up to a urinal at a secluded rest stop finding some hairy trucker dad hanging his fat cock out, pumping a gusher of piss like it was coming out of a garden hose. Finishing up, he flings his meat around with abandon, flicking the last drops around the room and all over the place not giving it a second thought. That is until he sees me gazing in wonder at his cock with my mouth hanging open.
"You see something here you like?" he asks. as if I could deny it. I look away quickly, but it's too late for that. I'm either going to get a punch in the mouth or a cock down my throat. Garg is probably the only one who knows. he usually doesn't steer me wrong. I look back to find a stiffening, fat rod waving at me.
I get a sly smile and I know what my job is now. He points down at his dick with his other hand and tells me to drop to my knees and get on it. There's no stuffing my cock back into my pants at this point, so I leave it sticking out and drop to my knees. The floor is dirty and it smells like old piss and cleaning supplies until I get my face close to his crotch. The crotch smell of a 48 hour round trip without a shower envelopes me and I take in deep whiff. he unbuckles his pants so I can get at his heavy nuts too. They hang out over his pants, full with cum. I lick them and suck them into my mouth as he sighs his approval. I look up at him and show my devotion with my mouth full of fat nuts. I tongue my up to his swollen dick head and start slicking his rod down with my spit so when I plunge it down for the first time it goes all the way. I sword swallow his fat prick down to the root and he throws his head back with a moan. I hold it there for a minute or so working my throat muscles, swallowing over and over giving his meat an up and down throat massage that he'll never forget. The whole time, I'm looking up into his amazed and grateful eyes. I pull back all the way to the head and tongue his piss hole good and deep, then plunge all the way back down my throat. I can feel his meat expand and contract in the back of my throat as he flexes his rod for me. he's proud of his man meat, as he should be. The pace of my sucking starts to pick up and my spit is starting to run down my chin and drip onto the filthy floor in a puddle. I can hear it fall with periodic slapping sounds in between the wet sucking and gurgling and moaning sounds of a full on cock swallowing. He starts to grab the back of my head and I know it wont be long now. I give over the control to him as he fucks my mouth and throat like a hot Mellon. I start to taste his pre cum mixing with my spit and I open up all the way for his thrusts. He throws his head back and buries the whole length of his swollen prick down my throat and holds it there a couple of seconds. then I feel his muscular cock starts to pump in rhythm as his nuts rise up under my chin. He pumps a good 6 or 7 hot packets of liquid man down into my gullet and then backs up to cover my face and mouth with the last of his load. Just like he flung his cock around with abandon after taking a piss, he swings his relaxing meat around, slapping my face and tongue as the last of his load rolls out of his dick.
He smiles big and tells me what a good cocksucker I am as he stuffs his package back into his pants and walks out the door. I'm left kneeling on the dirty floor with a puddle of spit in front of me and a freshly deposited cream pie on my face. I collect up the jizz on my face and pump off my own load to add to the collection of who knows how many cum loads dropped on that floor. I drive home with dirty knees and the smell of hot sweaty cock circulating in my nostrils and sticky cum covering my face.

Fire Watch

2008-10-13T16:01:00.000-07:00

During basic training we were billeted in very old buildings. They dated back to WWII. If they caught fire they would be down to the ground in 8 minutes. So, all during the night there was a soldier who would walk around the outside and inside of the building to warn the others if a fire should start. That night I has it at 4 am, which really sucked, because once you are done it was less than am hour before having to get up anyway. It was so quiet that night. Full moon played tricks on my eyes. Sometimes the shadows looked like a 4 am hard-on growing under the thin sheets. The stiffest, hardest bone of the night. The rod that gets so hard it hurts. I’d seen plenty of them. But this one was different. It was hot and many of the sheets were covering little but skivvies and a thigh. As I looked through the lockers I saw the bunk silhouetted by the window. This guy had a major 4am bone. Standing straight up at attention. His sheet had been kicked down around his feet. He was very lowly moaning and starting to spread his legs. His hands went above his head like they were being held there by another man. He was having a major spread your ass hole and take it up the man pussy wet dream. He started to hold his knees to spread out his hole hard. I knew he would blow any minute. I carefully slipped into the shadow and helped myself to good hot few licks of that hot hole. In seconds he started to blow thick white jets of jizzm all over his chest and face. He was a fucking stud. He kept on spurting for a bout 30 seconds. I was amazed how silent he was. Good soldier. I quickly backed away out of sight. I could hear his breathing and I could smell the heavy odor of cum in the air. It was thick. I tasted his ass on my tongue. It seemed as though he never woke up at all. I spent my extra time after being relieved, relieving myself in the latrine. Didn’t get a drop on my uniform.

Held Back

2008-10-13T15:53:00.000-07:00

I remember this kid in 5th grade math class. He must have been held back. He seemed way older than the rest of us. He fascinated me. I used to watch him discreatly. He knew it. He would would jack off right in class using his leather jacket to hide it from the rest of the class. That takes balls. It turned me on even though I didn’t really even know what he was doing. A couple of times he would pull his johnson out and draw smiley faces on it and show it to me.

Man Smells

2008-10-13T15:48:00.000-07:00

About 50 years ago, the advertising agency was born. One of the first things they did was to tell us all that we stunk. Further more, we all needed to use their soap or their shampoo or their god-forsaken under-arm deodorant. Look, even a shower a day was unheard of 50 years ago. Not to be down on the shower, or cleanliness for that matter. But those smells are there for a reason. Don’t scrub away all the good stuff. Under no circumstance should any man ever wear perfume. It’s one of the reasons gay men ran the fuck away from women in the first place. It’s like a pinky ring on a man. If you’ve never had an arm-pit-job, it’s probably because you wear deodorant. Licking aluminum powder or what ever else is in that shit is not only unpleasant, it’s nasty and it coats your tongue. Try just showering one morning and then at the end of the day waft that baby in the direction of your fellow ‘mo. He’ll pick right up on it. It’s written in his DNA. It’s what makes him a fag. It’s a computer program. Anyway, be sure and get yourself a good arm-pit-job, sans-deodorant someday. This is something a cock sucker might be good at.

Compass

2008-10-13T15:42:00.000-07:00

The penis is not simply a piece of meat to be stuffed away and hidden from the world. It is the beautiful engorged flower of manhood. It’s designed to point proudly and decisively at the object of it’s affection.

Cock proud.

2008-10-13T15:38:00.000-07:00

No man ever had his cock slip out of his shorts without knowing it.
If you see a man with a nut out in the breeze, it’s there for you to see.
Give him the pleasure of silently letting him know how much you appreciate seeing his dangling participle in the
noonday sun.

Don't Ask

2008-10-13T15:33:00.000-07:00

Don’t join the military for the wrong reason. If you want to serve your country in that way, then do it. No regulation they write or law they pass can stop you if you really want to serve. Don’t join the military for the hot guys. But don’t kid yourself, there are boat loads of them. And it will make it harder to serve without being discovered. All in all, straight people are pretty easy to fool if you are motivated to do so. God knows most of us become experts at that pretty early. Maybe that’s why we make such good actors. You’ll need to be vigilant. Your life will depend on it. The first whiff of a faggot in the barracks puts you in danger, Don’t let yourself be the fag who gets his brains splattered on the wall while asleep in the barracks. All they have to say is that you came on to them and they get off (not in a good way). It’s like service women who get raped... they get no help because it is permissible to rape women in the military. They ask for it by being there, but you wont find it in the regulations. There is a whole system in place to make sure no man ever gets prosecuted for rapping a woman or killing a fag. If you want to be a gay soldier (marine, etc.), then understand that you are on the front lines weather you are at war or not. You can serve your country if you want to... just don’t expect the military to ever stand behind you. I don’t care if you just captured Osama Bin Laden single handedly, if they find out you are a fag, you are done, at the least, dead at the worst.

Who's Garg?

2008-10-13T15:30:00.000-07:00

Every man has a hairy man. Robert Bly wrote of the hairy man in his book “Iron John.” Soon after reading this book I was visited by my hairy man in a dream. I was inspecting 18 wheelers in a truck yard. I went into one of the buildings to have a cup of coffee and he suddenly appeared. His body was very large, in a pair of bib overalls with a thick hairy chest and a huge package, but it was clear that he could morph himself into anything that he wanted, with or without hair. With each breath he took, his entire body would enlarge and contract. His head was at first very large and then much too small for his body. Sometimes with a big head of hair, other times bald. The one real constant was his huge crooked tooth smile. A knowing smile that was at once frightening and comforting. Comforting because my hairy man is no stranger. He is very much who I am without all the rediculous notions of masculinity placed on men by this sexually (and otherwise) repressive society. All at once, with that same shit eating grin, he unzipped his pants and a giant penis came telescoping out at me. I was pushed down and completely immobilized by his cock on my chest which had pressed me down on the couch. He had my attention now. He told me that he was surprized to see me without a cock in my mouth, and proceeded to stuff his down my throat. He laughed and bellowed the whole time. He told me that I should always be ready to suck a fat cock, and that my mouth should always be ready to swallow him.

It may seem from some of my writing that I believe all men are gay. i do not believe that, but I do believe that if you take away societal pressure that all men will experiment with other men. Same goes for women. Your hairy man is the man inside you that has no ties to society. He doesn’t care what your mother may think, or your neighbor, or your wife or husband. He doesn’t care how your sexual adventures will affect your career or your future, or your religious life. He’s just the man inside all men who does who and what he wants to, when he wants to. sometimes he is you, sometimes he is the person you have hooked up with. sometimes he’s the hot construction worker that you drive by on a summer day and then think about the rest of the week, sometimes he’s the dildo up your ass, other times he’s the crabs crawling around on your nut sack. No matter what form he’s taking... he’s enjoying himself. You might as well too. Travel along with Garg... my Hairy Man, and I. Sometimes he’ll get me in trouble. Sometimes he’ll just spout something off from his soapbox. But all and all, he’s a lot of fun to have at a party.

Cocksucker

2008-10-13T15:21:00.000-07:00

Cocksucker. You want to do what? You want to put your mouth on my Chet Huntley? Go ahead fucker. I don’t think that a faggot can get me hard. No fair starting on my nuts man. You look like you’ve had a big hairy set of nuts stuffed in your mouth before faggot. I guess a pussy-boy cock sucker can get my meat to stand up. What you gonna do now cock sucker? Now you got me hard. Try putting that mother fucker in your drooling mouth. Look at that. The whole fucking hard one straight down your faggot throat. MMM man you fucking swallow that Big Johnson. Swallow my man meat you fucking cunt mouthed, cock sucking faggot. Yeah man, nice slick slobbery-faced blow-job fucker. Yeah fucker, rub that slick hard prick all over that face. Yeah, mmm. Kiss it cock sucker. Give it a few little faggot kisses on the jizzm slit. You taste that juice dripping out? That’s what my hairy nuts are churning up for you. You like that? Tell me you like that with my cock down your throat. “gmmbmbmbmmbm dhsdhfnf fjghgmgngugngngu jshudgtrh.” OK you filthy cock sucking faggot. Here it is man. I’m going to blow all over you and all in you. Open that fucking pussy mouth. Ahh, ahhhhh ahhhhh mmmmmmm haaa haaa...
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Ghost Take-Over

2008-10-12T10:07:00.000-07:00

Garg has a way of sensing the spirit world. Spirits are all around us, and if there's anything they're mad about, it's that they miss the mashing together of flesh. When ever they get the chance they can and do inhabit our bodies and take us for a sex romp that we may never have been expecting.
the laundry room in my apartment building is a dank, humid room at the end of a long hall in the basement. Most of the time it is lit mostly by the red exit sign and a few dim bulbs that flicker like old oil lanterns from the past. Several times while in the elevator, I've heard tenants talking about their fear of going down there. They would see shadowy figures pass by the door in the hallway and hear strange moaning and bumping sounds. I had heard them too, but it sounded to me like the muffled noises of neighbors having sex. I never felt threatened by the laundry room. I looked forward to the humidity and warmth which would cause my crotch to heat up and start to expend in my pants. The poor lighting and obscured corners and alcoves always made me think what a great place it would be to have anonymous sex. Washing machines going through their cycles with thuds and whirring sounds would obscure the banging, slapping and slurping sounds of lubed flesh pushing into wet, gaping holes.
Most of the time, other tenants would avoid the basement entirely and opt for the laundry down the street. It was rare that I saw others while I sat quietly waiting for my load to wash and then dry. sometimes I would spend all afternoon doing my laundry with nobody but Garg and other horned-up spirits that stayed down there for company.
It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was taking a mental health day from work. The cold rain outside kept people from running about in the building and it was quiet except for the the constant flowing of water against window panes and down drainage spouts.
I had been in the laundry room through 2 of about 6 loads. It was laundry day, so I only had a pair of gym shorts and a wife-beater to wear. It was always too warm to wear anything else there anyway. The humidity and Garg running through my mind had given me my usual locker room hard-on... full hangage, spongy and full, but not hard. If I sat on the plastic chair with my legs spread, it couldn't be hidden. My cock always looked the best when it was in this state.
The washer and dryers were making their sex sounds and the lights flickered causing shadowy spirits to swirl around even if only in my head. My spirit-like haze was cleared abruptly when I heard the elevator door open down the hall. I could hear whoever it was pulling their laundry bag down the hall. It sounded like they could have been dragging a body the way they pulled and stopped, adjusting their grip and then starting up again.
Garg was getting excited at the prospect of who might be joining in on the afternoon laundry room fun and I had to adjust myself in my chair to hide my package from view. In walked a tenant I had pet-named Daddy Six-pack. Not because of perfect wash-board abs, but because I always saw him carrying a six pack of beer into the building. He was a big man with a beard and a natural balding head. His beer drinking had given him a nice belly... not a huge thing that you couldn't get by, just a nice manly roll that I often thought I would like to bounce my forehead against if I ever got a chance to suck his dick.
He came in dragging his laundry behind him in one hand and carrying a six-pack in the other. He was wearing a pair of cut-off sweat pants and an old white tee shirt. He looked at me and glanced down at himself.
"Laundry day," he said implying that this was all he had left to wear.
"Same here man," I said with a similar glance down at myself.
"All I had left," and I left it at that. I didn't want to seem too excited to see him.
Amongst the sound of the machines and the humid air I got a whiff of some really strong manly smells coming off of him. He filled a couple of washers, put in his coins and sat down in a chair next to me leaving on empty between us for his six pack of beer.
"You want a beer man?" he asked me.
I accepted. and we clanked bottles and swigged down a mouthful. My first loads of laundry thudded to an abrupt stop. As I got up I dropped a quarter, and it landed right between his feet. I reached down to pick it up and he reached for it at the same time. When our hands touched, it was the spark that allowed the circling spirits the chance they were waiting for. Until there's some kind of contact they can't do anything but observe and maybe make some noise and cast some shadows. But that spark that you feel sometimes is the energy that allows the spirits to flow into our flesh and take over our bodies. Granted, there has to be some kind of willingness to begin with, but if it's there and they see their chance they take it.
My eyes first fixed on his bulging crotch and then moved up to his eyes. I stopped being myself at this point, and I could tell that he was someone else suddenly too. He grabbed my head and plunged his thick tongue in my mouth. I could feel it stuffing into my mouth like a soft, fat cock. He stood up and we tongue fucked each others mouth with spit and slobber spreading around out faces. His facial hair was rubbing around on my face and I could feel his cock straining against his sweats pushing against my now rock hard prick sticking out from the leg of my gym shorts. All at once he spun me around, pulled down my shorts and bent me over a hot, vibrating washing machine. he crouched down behind me and spread my hole open wide with his thick meat hooks. His wet, coarse beard started rubbing against my ass hole and his tongue started slurping and sucking my tight hole. Even though we were alone in the room, I could feel the eyes of the horny spirits watching us and swirling around us. It seemed as though the ones who were left out were jealous of the ones who got to inhabit our flesh. He sucked on my ass as he pulled on my fat cock with his rough hands. The moans around us were now joined by my moans and his slurping on my hole. I spread my ass cheeks wide as I leaned on the machine. It felt as if he was fucking me with his tongue that felt like a fat cock head teasing and prying my man hole.

When He stood up, I felt him pull down his sweats and his fat Long prick sprung up with a loud slap against my wet, gaping ass-lips. He pulled down and let it go several times, letting me feel and hear his hard, fat cock slap against my hole over and over again. On the last slap, he aimed it just right and i felt his swollen dick head press against my hungry, slurping ass lips. I heard him spit on the junction between our joining flesh and all at once he buried his fat pipe deep inside me. I heaved and let out a loud gasp as the spirits around us now excitedly moaned and circled around us. It seemed as if I could feel their hot breath, but it was nothing compared to the hot fuck pole now stuffing my cunt. He punched all the way inside me and then pulled all of his slick cock out of my hole and then buried it to the hilt again, over and over he pumped my now gaping hole as he held my hips steady for the next thrust. I was now face down on the machine being fucked so hard that we were knocking the washing machine around. My cock was gushing pre-cum against the hot metal machine and with each hard thrust it was rubbing up and down the smooth metal. I could hear him starting to groan and pant behind me. His hot pits and hairy chest were dripping hot man sweat up and down my back as he heaved and pumped his pipe in and out of me. He started to cum and the spirits went wild. I could see them now standing around us in a circle encouraging us to put on our stinking, lubed-up, spit filled flesh party. His thick, hard dick pumped and released over and over again sending thick creamy jizzm shooting up into my guts. I could feel it spurting out between the seal made between my ass lips and his meat pipe. Hot cum was now flowing down my legs and and scooped up a handful and stroked my swollen meat until it blew all over the inside of my shorts and covered the front of the washing machine while six-pack man finished dumping the rest of his load deep inside me.
We laid like that panting and heaving for several minutes with his wet, hairy chest pressing hard against my back. the hot cum was now really dripping down my legs and the smell of it mixed with the heavy humid air. His still hard cock was still wedged deep in my hole as his breath began to slow and our bodies began to recover from our ghost take-over fuck. His heavy cum and spit lubed meat slipped out of my hole with a slap and I could feel the spirits leave our bodies. We pulled up our shorts, now covered in cum and sweat and sat down without a word to finish our beers. The washing machine loads stopped and we both stripped down to toss in the last of our soiled clothes. As we sat naked in the dark, hot, humid laundry room, we drank a couple more beers and without any words, we realized that we had just been a part of some supernatural joining that couldn't be duplicated quite the same again. We finished our laundry and the beers and left the haunted laundry. As I left I looked back and I'm pretty sure I saw Garg there smiling his toothy grin at me holding up a beer as if to toast my cum-filled fuck in the haunted laundry room.

Viagra Warning

2008-10-09T17:08:00.000-07:00

If you experience an erection lasting more than 4 hours, come see me fucker!

Thanks New York Eagle

2008-10-07T14:49:00.000-07:00

I went to New York with some friends about a month ago. I've been before, but I'm not what you would call 'familiar' with the city. I am however, a city guy. I always feel more at home in any city, the bigger the better (a common theme for me).

After checking into our hotel and meeting up with my friends we jumped on the subway and off we went. Everything about the subway reminds me of sex. the smell, the sounds, the heat, the people - all of it. I didn't pretend to know where we were going, I was just along for the ride. When we came up from under ground and started walking, I saw we were going to Central Park. OK, that's cool I guess. I'm all for the park in any city. But, I was only going to be there for a couple of days, and I live in a fucking forest preserve. I kept my mouth shut for a while. We walked, we talked, we took pictures, we even obeyed the quiet zones. Finally, I had had enough! "I live in the God Damn Park! I didn't come all the way to New York City to relax in the fucking park! Bring on the FREAKS!" I shouted, completely ignoring the fucking quiet zone. My friends decided they had better get me to a bar quick, so off we went.

First, we went to Raw Hide. I think I was there the last time i was in the city, but that was early on in my gay life. Looking back, I remembered it so much bigger. It was a tiny little place, but al least it had dudes in in it. I could relax now and get my drink on and do some cruising around.

All I've heard for the last several years is how New York has been so "cleaned-up," that a good, dirty, faggot-boy couldn't even find himself in some kind of a compromising kneeling position in some dirty bar.

Well, I don't give up easily. Besides, I had a couple of days to explore, and I didn't want my knees to go out on me the first night I was there. I chilled with my friends and had a good time. Raw Hide was more like a neighborhood hangout. Very friendly, and maybe very cruisy if I were alone, but I was hanging with my hommies - never a great way to get yourself into some dirty trouble. I will say this though, Raw Hide should be on the register of museums for the incredible collection of gay erotic art that it has on the walls. I mentioned it to who I think was the owner, and he said that they had to replace the one time original art work with prints because people were starting to realize how valuable some of it was. They had everything from Tom of Finland, to Etienne, to Rex (my favorite), The Hun, old gay bar posters form the hay-day... the list goes on. A must-see as far as I'm concerned if only to see the art on the walls. It's better to go during the day if you really want to get a good look at it.

So with a belly full of beer, off we went to the New York Eagle. Now this is what I had come to new York for. For that first night I was there I really didn't know where I was from one minute to the next. it's a pretty confusing place after 6 or 8 beers, not to mention the fact that as you are walking around, you move from being up in the clouds to down in the bowels of hell. Of course, I mean that in the nicest possible way.

My friends got tired of trying to keep up with me and so they left me there to wallow in what ever I could find. I made it to some part of the bar where there was a dress code. I obviously wasn't dressed right, so I was told over some loud speaker by an emcee to take off my shirt. No problem there, I really didn't want it on anyway.

After having my tit pulled and sucked on for a while it got red and swollen and so I went ot look for some cock.
I put myself into a position where I would be out of the way, but it would be clear that what I wanted was to slide down the wall and slobber on a fat piece of meat.
After a few guys wondered past to see what was up, this one big guy positioned himself so there was no guessing what he wanted from me. I slid down the wall and undid his pants. Out popped what I was looking for. I long fat banana schwooped cock hardening up to plunge down my throat.
I started making his fat cock feel good with my sloppy mouth. Pretty soon it was clear we were putting on a pretty good show and other guys were egging us on as I slid up and down on his dick. I could hear the guy next to me starting to moan pretty good and then I felt his jizz on my neck, and then sliding down my chest. that must have turned my guy on because I could start to taste the pre-cur really start to flow. soon he was pumping my throat good and hard. then he stopped and I felt his cock contract and release over and over again as his hot load pumped into my gullet. For the last few shots he backed out and soaked down my face and mouth. It was a really satisfying ending to what would turn out to be only the beginning of my New York Cocksucker holiday.