The Dick Dock

Anyone who has been to P-Town has heard about the Dick Dock. Everyone talks about it; most secretly yearn to go; several go to watch. But only the real confident and grounded guys have the confidence to go to the Dick Dock and fuck. I knew I was going to the Dick Dock tonight. No question about it.

Provincetown is s conservative New England seaside community in disguise. You’d never know from looking at night it becomes a den of inequity where denizens get as hot and nasty as any New York City backroom. In fact some New Yorkers come to P-Town to play. It can be that hot.

One summer a friend of mine and I went to P-Town to go camping (and get nailed). On Saturday evening we decided to go out and have some fun. I spent extra time getting extra cleaned out and decided to wear easily accessible shorts and a tank top. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and lube and headed to the A-House. The A-House is a hot “guys” bar free of attitude and pretension. 

My friend met someone early on and said his goodbyes – the lucky fuck. I hadn’t found anything of interest but I was getting into the conversation, the music and the cocktails. The bartender poured excellent drinks. I was feeling pretty good as the evening worn on. That what kind of a bar the A-House is.

The A-House is small and the small single bathrooms face right into the bar room. What is interesting is that each of the doors has a cut out of a half-moon to resemble an old outhouse. The lights in the restrooms are red so you can imagine how the restrooms look.  

I needed to pee so I went up to what was becoming a small line waiting for the johns. The guy in front of me was looking at me pretty intensely and I felt my dick stir. He was pretty hot looking wearing just a pair of leather pants and an arm band. Hot chest and a nice taunt package stuffed into the pouch of those leather pants.

When his turn came, he signaled me to go in with him. I thought what the hell and followed. These are single stall bathrooms. I go in and he turns me around to face the door. Of course it had a half moon cut-out, about the size of a dinner plate, right at eye level. He slid my shorts down all the way to my ankles. I reached over and latched the door. I could see everyone in the bar. He knelt down and threaded my foot out of my shorts. He lightly bit my left ass cheek. 

Then he spread my cheeks wide and buried his face in my ass and started to eat. He was a moaner. I like that. He was really getting into this ass eating. The more he ate it seemed the hungrier he got. I could feel his vocal chords vibrate onto my hole as he moaned and lathered me up really good. I could feel his saliva begin to run slowly down my leg. I started to push back on his tongue, fucking my hole onto his face.

I looked out into the bar and wondered if anyone could possibly know that someone was in here eating my ass out. If anyone paid attention they would notice that I was looking out of the bathroom door instead of facing the wall where the urinal was. After about 10 minutes, he pulled his tongue out and stood up. He told me he was sorry but he had to go. 

His boyfriend was at the bar waiting for him. I looked at him and he had ass juices all over his face. He quickly excused himself and walked out of the john leaving me there feeling the cool air kissing the saliva on my asshole. It felt like the shock of spearmint. I looked out the half-moon and watched the guy walk up to his boyfriend at the bar and shoved his tongue into his mouth. 

They started making out. Fuck, they must have been in on this together. The leather dude goes in eats a hole and brings cunt juice back to his lover. They made out like porn stars until the lover got all of my juice from his boyfriend. That was fucking hot. I cleaned up, pissed, and stuffed my rock-hard cock back into my shorts and left.

I hung out and had another drink. Every once in awhile, the guy’s boyfriend would look at me and smile. All too soon, the bartenders hollered “last call” so I decided to leave. As I was heading out the door I brushed by the couple and the boyfriend whispered in my ear, “You taste great man, thanks.” I smiled and told him his boyfriend did all the work, he should thank him.

I slid past them and out onto the street. I took a left onto Commercial Street towards the campground. The streets were really crowded and Spiritus Pizza was lined up out the door with wasted patrons needing to sober up on some of their magical pizza. As I walked down a little further, I noticed a guy down the street on the ocean side take an abrupt left and disappear.  

As he neared where he the spot I realized this was where the Boatslip was. The famous Dick Dock was supposed to be just below it somewhere. I love outdoor sleazy sex and my cock stiffened at the prospect of going to the famous Dick Dock. I had always thought it was folklore, but here it is. I turned left onto the same path the guy took before me and I knew there would be many more following our footsteps before the sun comes up. That is if the Dick Dock really existed.

As I got to the end of the path, I looked up at the 3 story hotel and heard the music from the pool dance party one floor above me. The Boatslip is built up on pier and beams to protect it from high tides and flooding.  There was a hole cut into a chain link privacy fence restricting access to the underside of the Boatslip’s pool and boardwalk one floor above.

This was the “Dick Dock”; a low concrete ceiling, sandy dunes and cement pillars that held up the foundation of the Boatslip’s public space above. The hole was large enough for a man to stoop down and squeeze through. Once inside, it was nothing but a bunch of sand and concrete pillars. I couldn’t see very well but it didn’t appear that anyone was here. 

I was about to turn and leave fearing that I had stumbled into the wrong place when I saw a distant cigarette illuminate. My dick and heart decided the game was back on again. I was feeling my way around navigating by using the concrete pillars when I heard the unmistakable sound of cock sucking. What does cock sucking sound like? Cock sucking. There is nothing else that sounds like that.

I looked down and there was a cute blonde on his knees, shirtless with a cock buried to its balls in his mouth. The owner of the cock had his hands on the back of the blonde’s hair and face fucking him good. The blonde had spit dribbling off his chin and the guy’s balls, but that didn’t slow him down any. 

My eyes began to adjust and I could start to see the silhouette of about 20 guys or so. It was surreal against the backdrop of the moon reflecting on the water. I walked through the crowd towards the middle and just stood still. A hot butch guy walked up beside me in a ripped up plaid sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. We made eye contact. I was about to hit my knees but then I felt my zipper going down on my shorts.

Looking down I saw some dude in front of me lowering my shorts. Another guy knelt right next to him in front of my plaid shirt guy. I looked back up to see what the plaid shirt guy was thinking. He was staring right at me smiling. He reached over and started pinching my tit. Then the guy on his knees in front of me swallowed my cock to the balls. I moaned. 

I started tweaking the plaid shirts big nips too, he was so fucking hot. He never took his eyes off of me. He got his face really close to mine and asked me if my cock felt good. I said yes and then he closed his eyes and moaned and I knew he was getting deep throated. He leaned over and while still pinching my tits, opened his mouth and started deep kissing me. He licked the side of my face and down my neck and then sucked one of my tits into his mouth. “Oh fuck yeah, dude” was all I could come up with.

I grabbed my bottle of poppers and his eyes lit up. I gave him a hit and leaned down and told his cocksucker, “Man now is the time to eat that cock because this stud is about to feed you.” Then we started making out again. He pulled back and looked at me and said, “This is so fucking hot. 

We each have our own private cocksucker.” He buried his tongue back down my throat. I felt him moaning and then growling in the back of my throat. I new he was unloading down the guy’s throat. My cocksucker was taking his time, which I was grateful for because I was not ready to blow. We continued making out until my plaid shirt guy’s heart slowed down. 

His cocksucker was busy cleaning up his dick. Afterwards he looked up at us and said thanks. We kissed again as I patted my cocksucker’s head and indicating I was not ready to shoot and was zipping up and thanked him. I wanted to see what else was going on here.

I wondered to the far side under the dock. There were guys getting blown all over the place. There were teams of guys in circles doing just about everything. I stood there looking over the guys and felt a hand on my cock. I looked to my left and saw a hot black 20-something looking at me intensely. He was wearing basketball shorts and a tank. 

He pushed his hand inside my shorts and grabbed my cock. I reached over for his crotch, but he already had is 9-incher out and it was rock hard. He had a beautiful cock; strait as an arrow, hard as a rock and chocolate brown. We stood there jacking for a few minutes. Then I turned got on my knees in front of him. I looked up at his silhouette and saw that perfect cock in front of me. I stuck out my tongue and lapped the tip.

His cock jumped and a bead of pre-cum oozed out. I licked it off and licked the head. Next I licked the sides and then all over until his black cock glistened with saliva. I grabbed each one of his smooth muscled butt cheeks and looked up right into his eyes. I kept eye contact as I started my decent on his cock pulling his cannonball ass cheeks into my face. 

He stared at me the entire time. He watched me until my top lip was pressed against his wiry bush. I just stayed there, inhaling his scent. He continued to stare. I was running out of air. Tears swelled up in my eyes. Suddenly I had this overwhelming sensation to keep that cock in my mouth forever. I wanted it so bad that I relaxed. Slowly I exhaled from my nostrils and inhaled ever so slowly and controlled. I swallowed. He moaned. I could tell that tomorrow, I’m going to have one bad sore throat.

My stud smiled and his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he looked up and moaned again. I pulled off his cock and went down again; and again, and again. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me off his cock and up to his face. “I ain’t cumming that soon. Not with that pretty little white butt you’ve got. 

Drop your shorts and grab your ankles, man. I want some of this.” I did exactly as he said and immediately I was rewarded with his tongue in my ass. He started eating like a wild man. This stud LOVED ass. I bent down and searched my shorts for my poppers. This gave him even more access. I swear I could feel his top teeth inside my asshole. 

It was so fucking hot and I was raging hard. I pushed back and ground my hole onto his face wishing it were somehow possible for him to get in even deeper. It felt like he had two sets of hands; they were all over my ass. He pulled back and spit into my hole and started rubbing his finger all around the perimeter of my pucker. He slowly inserted it and rolled it all the way around. I pushed back onto it to let him know I was getting really hot for him. I felt a second finger ease in. 

I realized the second finger was from the other hand. My stud had the first digit of each hand inside my hole and was rubbing them all around. Then I felt a little pressure as he stretched his fingers apart. He opened my hole and stuck his tongue even deeper than before. Awesome. The was unfucking believably awesome.

He stood up and leaned over my back and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you boy.” I could feel his cock rubbing all around my asshole. He had somehow lubed his cock because it was super greasy. Every few seconds his cock head would graze my hole and I would tense a little in anticipation. “You want some of this cock, boy? Man you pretty. I love the way you look and you got a hot ass too. My buddy here has been eating that out for me. But I got me a little taste too, you got one hot ass. This is Marcus.” 

A bit dazed and confused, I looked over to the side and noticed a guy standing there with his pants around his ankles stroking a nice sized uncut cock. He was about 30 or so and well-built and creole or Latin. His bush was clipped short which made his cock look even bigger. Marcus started tweaking my tit and I moaned. I was definitely cool with Marcus.

“Marcus, pull his pretty little ass cheeks apart, man” he whispered.  I could feel the heat and energy coming from my black stud’s cock pointing right at my hole. I pushed back a little to signal that I was ready. Marcus walked in front of me putting his dick in my face. He leaned down and told me, “Man this twisted mother fucker is crazy for white ass so if you like getting fucked you’re in for a ride.” He reached down and had me step out of my shorts, then pulled my shirt over my head. 

He took the poppers out of my hand, opened them and held one nostril closed as I inhaled then held the other one closed while I again inhaled. He stood up and his cock slapped me across the face. He looked at my black stud and said, “He’s ready dude, give this bitch a ride.” He then looked at me and said, “I got you, white boy, enjoy.”

With that, I felt 9 inches of black cock slide into me to the hilt. At first, I was a bit stunned. The shear size was awesome. I was amazed that I took it. I moaned and went down on Marcus’ cock and moaned my pleasure loud enough to get both my guys attention. 

The black guy leaned over and kissed my neck and whispered, “Baby this is sweet. Oh so nice. My cock feels so warm and wet inside you. I love fucking your pretty pink hole.” And he fucked and fucked me hard. Every time he plowed it home, the force would shove Marcus’ cock further into my throat. Marcus was getting really hot. I could tell his cock was ready to shoot. My black fucker took the back of my head and shoved it onto Marcus’ cock and held it there. 

I could feel Marcus pulse and shoot spurt after spurt. He pulled out midstream and shot a couple more streams on my face while my black stud held my head still. He never lost rhythm drilling my ass. Marcus stuck his cock back into my mouth the get cleaned up. Then pulled out and stuffed his beautiful cock into his shorts and zipped up. “Thanks, Marcus. That was hot man.” Marcus smiled at him and said, “Curtis, you owe me one man, you promised.” And Marcus disappeared into the crowd.

Curtis, my black stud continued long-dicking me; pulling completely out and shoving it back in. We were now making that wet nasty smacking sound that you only get from a hot long fuck. Curtis was getting a little more verbal, “I, arrgh, love, umm, fucking, hmm,  this, oh hell yeah, white pussy.” Then he pulled out. He grabbed my poppers and gave me a hit and started eating my ass out again. 

“Yo pussy is so fucked. I can actually feel the heat on your cunt lips, boy.” With that he shoved his rock hard swollen 9 inches of black dick in again and started plowing. I begged him to fuck me harder. I wanted him to stuff me beyond my capacity. People started to gather around us because of the noise we were making. 

Curtis was huffing and puffing and sweating all over me. I was reeling from the poppers and wanted his fat black cock to penetrate me as deep as it could. Then he shoved it all the way in, balls deep and stood still. There was nothing at first, then I felt his cock swell up and pulse, then another pulse. “I’m cumming,” he said, then another pulse. “Fuck, take that load white boy.” And another two pulses. 

This dude was shooting me full of his load. I felt my orgasm start deep in the middle of my soul and erupt through my loins and out of my cock; without even touching myself. What was better, as I spasmed my ass constricted with each squirt around that big black cock.  We both froze while recovering.

“Psst, Marcus, get over here, man.” Marcus reappeared from the crowd and stood next to Curtis. Man I just filled our boy here full.” Marcus, said, “I told you, you owed me, man, time to pay up.” With that Curtis slowly pulled his long cock out of me and stepped aside. Curtis walked to the front of me and leaned over and spread my butt cheeks apart. 

His semi hard dripping cock was right in front of me and made its way right to my mouth. I felt Marcus kneel down and start licking my hole. It felt like silk on my abused over-fucked ass. Curtis told me to feed it back to Marcus. “Give him what he needs, boy.” With that I could feel Curtis load start to seep out and Marcus went wild and ate me like a wild man. I finished cleaning up Curtis’ cock and Marcus finished up with my ass.

I stood up and looked for my cloths which had gotten scattered, found my poppers and wiped cum from my face with my shirt. Curtis leaned over and kissed me deeply and said, “Dude, I want your digits, this is going to happen again.” Marcus and Curtis walked off through the crowd on their way out. I finished getting dressed and walked back out to the ally completely understanding why the Dick Dock is the talk of this town.

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Morning Wood

I went to Montreal for gay pride with a few of my friends. It was my birthday and I was really looking forward to blowing it out with my buds. Problem was my mates had their own plans to contend with in getting laid. So I had to go at it alone which was fine because I was growing increasingly horny with all the hot guys in Montreal. Damn.

One morning I woke up about 6:00 a.m., with my cock in my hand raging. My two roomies were sound asleep recovering from the night before. I decided to go for a walk and maybe find a bookstore that I could watch a little porn and blow a load. 

No such luck. I wandered around and saw the remnants of a wild Saturday night all over the streets. I noticed a little coffee shop and got a cup to go. There was a small park I passed a few blocks back and decided that might be a nice place to people watch.

It was a very small corner park, about the size of a single lot with 3 or 4 benches and a few shrubs and trees and it was opened on two sides exposed to the busy streets. I took a seat and started watching the people. It was quiet, only a few people out and about. 

A lady was sitting at the bench to my left talking to her dog. A few minutes later a guy sat at the bench across from me. After about 5 minutes or so, the lady took off with her dog and I began to wonder what was up with the guy across from me. I took notice for the first time. He seemed to be in his mid twenties, nice build, good looking. It was still early so I began to wonder what he was doing just sitting at this park.

We made eye contact and I noticed his legs spread ever so slightly. I was positive I had mistaken this, but then he started to move his hand over his crotch. I found myself doing the same thing. It didn’t take long to determine that we wanted the same thing. 

He came over to my bench and sat down. “Dude, I am so horned this morning, let’s go someplace.” I told him I didn’t have a room because of the roommates and he said he didn’t either. We started to walk around. He led the way checking out little nooks and crannies. 

I was leery that we could possibly find anyplace private enough to really have a hot time and I wanted to get at this guy. We crossed to the next street and he pointed out a vacant house with an entrance that was somewhat, though not completely, recessed into the house. We stepped into the nook and he went to his knees.

He rubbed his face all over my crotch and started to unzip my jeans. I thought he was going to pull out my cock, but instead, he pulled my jeans down below my knees. My rock hard cock slapped him across his face smearing a little pre-cum on his cheek. He said, “Oh fuck yeah.” And immediately deep-throated my cock - all the way to my nuts and just stayed there. 

I held my breath. I hadn’t expected this. It was awesome. After a minute, I felt him gag and run out of breath. He pulled back off my cock and a single strand of saliva joined my cock to his mouth. He looked up at me and made eye contact and slide back down to the base of my dick; never taking his eyes off mine. He started giving me an excellent blow job the way I like it; lots of saliva, gagging, cock snot and messy. 

I grabbed the back of his head and started face fucking him, deep. He took it because he knew what he was doing. Damn it felt good. I started pinching his tits through his shirt. I pushed him off my cock and it made that nasty “plop” sound then pulled him up and we started making out. I could taste my cock on his breath. I grabbed his ass cheeks and started grinding my bare cock into his crotch.

I traded places with him and pulled his cock out and started eating it. He had that really sexy boy-smell and I wanted to eat this guy up. He started getting a little verbal, which I love, by saying things like, “Yeah stud, suck that dick. I can’t wait to get back on that fat cock of yours.” 

After awhile, I began to feel somewhat exposed because in my peripheral vision, I could see people starting to walk the streets. I spit his cock out and swiped a nice wet lick across his balls and said, “Man we need to find another place.”

So we quickly stuffed our hard cocks back into out pants and again started to look for a better place. No luck. We were in downtown Montreal, what did we expect? Then I saw my SUV parked in a public parking lot. I told him to follow me. 

We made it over to my car and it was tightly packed in with other cars parked all around it. The lot wouldn’t open for another hour or so. I opened the car and put all the seats down and we crawled in the back.

My hot stud started stripping off everything and I followed his lead. He jumped back on my cock and started milking and sucking it; moaning the entire time. We had gotten pretty worked up at this point. We were in a 69 position and he rolled on top. 

I grabbed the cheeks of his ass and started pumping his cock hard into my mouth. His moans were vibrating on my cock tickling my balls. I swear the hair on my balls were sticking strait up as my nut sac tightened. I could feel his saliva trickling down between by balls and thigh. 

I spit his cock out and started swallowing his balls. His was perfectly smooth, naturally smooth. I looked up past his balls and saw the hottest, prettiest, smoothest cunt I have ever seen. It was all pink, shining and glistening. It winked at me. I became anxious. Releasing his balls, I licked further back to his perineum. He sensed where I was heading and shifted his weight. I pulled his perfectly white bubble cheeks wide apart and dove in.

His pussy was so sweet. I tongued it, probed it, slobbered all over it, spit into it and licked it all up again. My stud was moaning and squirming all over my face. He began to lick all around my balls and thighs, then up and around my cock. At some point he began to lick and chew on my bush. God I love sluts and this was one horny slut. I pulled my face out of his cunt for a moment and told him, “Stud this is one hot ass.” He said, “Yeah? Well, it loves getting fucked.”

That was all I needed to hear. I told him, “Want some cock up that hole? Feel free to hope on and take a ride.” With that he turned around and knelt over my face, spreading his cheeks. I could see how wet I had gotten him. He started fingering his hole and even more spit started dripping out. Man I must have really loaded his puss up good because he was wet. 

He inserted another finger and I had to join in. I took my finger and circled it around his hole and his fingers. He was moaning again, when I inserted my finger alongside his other two. Together we fucked his tight hole. It was so wet and warm, just where I wanted to be. After a few minutes of us both finger fucking his hole, I had to get some cock up his ass. 

I told him to sit on my face again so I could get him really slicked up, which he did. I said, “Push out on your ass lips. I want to chew on your cunt. Get you all horny and make you beg me to fuck you.” He sat up an inch or two and I looked at his cunt. First it retracted in, then I saw his bright pink lips bloom out just a little, I put my mouth up to it and circled my teeth completely around his hole and began to nibble and lightly chew. 

He went nuts and started getting pretty loud. I was a little nervous that someone would hear us, but I was so far gone at this point I didn’t put much thought into it. He let me chew him out this way for several minutes.

Then he pulled his puss from my mouth, spit on my cock and squatted down over my cock facing me. I love watching my cock disappear into a hot ass. There’s nothing like it. The big head just spread his hole and kept going all the way until I could see my bush hairs matting with his pussy. 

I reached under his balls and started mashing his pussy lips against my cock and he started riding harder. “Goddamn. Fuck me, fuck my ass.” He rode me like a pro. At one point he just fucked the head of my cock back and forth then he’d slam all the way to the back. He pushed up on the roof of the car and would grind his cunt to my pubic bone contracting his ass muscles.

My boy was on fire. He pulled off me and went down on my cock again to get it wetter. Then he got on his back spread his legs and braced them on the roof of the car. I took another lick and then stuffed my swollen cock into his mancunt to the balls. 

I reached down and put one of his tits in my mouth and started to chew. He was delirious at this point. He kept trying to jack his cock, but I took his hands and held them above his head. I chewed his other tit and pumped him hard. My cock was coming all the way out and slamming back in making that nasty sloshing sound that you only get from having slutty sex. Sometimes, I would miss the entrance of his pucker and hit the edge of his ass wall and force its way in with a hard plop. He would grunt hard when this happened and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

He was so turned on. I could feel his heart beating faster and noticed his toes were curled. He was taking a real pounding. I couldn’t believe how hot his ass felt. My cock never had this much heat around it. All of a sudden, he had this shocked look on his face and I grew concerned that I may have hurt him. 

But then he screamed and his cock started shooting all by itself. One strand hit across his forehead and in his hair, next was a direct hit on his mouth and across his eye, several more after that was across his chest. While he was shooting, his pussy was really contracting back and forth. 

That sent me over the edge and I really started pounding him hard. I screamed, “I’m cumming!” He said, ‘Pull out.” I did and then my stud went down on me to the balls and took three or four spurts down his throat like a pro. He pulled back and another shot hit his open mouth. He looked so hot with all that cum on his face and in his hair and my cock dripping onto his tongue. He licked and sucked and milked and cleaned my cock completely up. We laid there panting catching our breath.

“Fuck, dude, I needed that.” I agreed with him completely. We chatted while we dressed; picking strands of cum from each other’s hair and face and then walked back to the main street. We agreed that if we felt amorous again to meet in the park at the same time. I walked back to my hotel room with my sleeping roomies saying to myself, “Good morning Montreal.”

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Blindfolded, Poppers and Ass Up

It was on Craigslist of all places. I couldn’t remember the last time I trolled Craigslist for dick, but his ad got my attention:

Blindfolded with Poppers – You walk in. Get on the bed on your hands and knees. I come in behind you and breed you. Bring poppers. 28, good build, 8c.

There were a few torso pics. He looked a little Middle Eastern with a really nice dick. Hairy, but trimmed up nicely.

Fuck. I thought this is really risky, but damn it sounded hot. I emailed him with a few pictures and he got back to me immediately. He said it was simple. He wanted to fuck anonymous ass raw. I was to bring a blindfold, a jock strap and poppers. I would text him when I got there and he’d unlock the door. I was not to remove my blindfold under any circumstances. It was on.

This started out with what would become a long term fuck-buddy relationship with Jason. Of course, I didn’t know his name at that time, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

I arrived at this apartment complex and at first, couldn’t find the unit number. After texting him a few times I finally found it. He wanted me to walk in, strip leaving my jock strap on, get on the bed on all fours with my ass hanging off the edge and to have poppers out and on the bed.

Needless to say this is nerve wracking because this could all be some terrible hoax that someone is playing and I’m caught breaking into a stranger’s apartment. I walked up to the door and with my heart pounding, twisted the door knob and it turned. I slowly opened the door and it was pitch black inside and there was some rock music playing in the background. 

I shut the door behind me and locked it. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could make out a one-bedroom apartment. I walked into the bedroom and took off my clothes, adjusted my jock strap and got into position leaving the poppers on the bed as instructed. I placed the blindfold over my eyes and waited.

I could hear someone in the bathroom but I couldn’t tell what they were doing. My heart was racing harder now because I still didn’t know 100% that I was where I was supposed to be. Is this guy legit and is this his apartment? I heard the door open and could hear someone walking around the room. 

I felt him reach across the bed and take the bottle of poppers and take a few hits. Then his hands on my ass and I arched my back, practically purring. I wanted this. I wanted this unknown, unseen person to stick his cock in me and fuck me.

He got up on the bed and moved in front of me. I could smell the musk coming from his crotch. I moved my head forward and I had my face in his bush. I started licking. His pubes were course and smelled incredibly masculine. He guided his soft cock into my mouth. It was cut and had a nice length to it, but I couldn’t tell at this point how well hung he was. I had his entire cock in my mouth and started sucking and licking. 

I heard him say, “That’s right Babyboy, eat your daddies cock.” I loved his voice and I loved that he was starting to talk dirty. It was strange that he referred to himself as daddy because I am positive I am older than him by several years.

I was feeling all over his body and discovered he was built and tight with a flat stomach and a nice beefy ass. As Jason’s cock started to grow in my mouth, it became apparent that he was really nicely hung. He hit the poppers again and then held it down for me and fed me a hit. Remember I couldn’t see anything blindfolded. 

My head started soaring and Jason took the back of my head and started driving his cock deep into the back of my throat. He would let up for a minute and then piston fuck his cock right back into my throat and hold it there until I ran out of air. I was doing everything I could not to gag and try to control his thrusts, but he had my head locked and all I could do was concentrate on breathing and opening my throat. 

As a result, large copious amounts of saliva started running in a steady stream down his shaft and onto his balls and then puddling on the bed. “You like daddy’s cock, little boy? Are you daddy’s boy? Do you like this fat dark dick?”

Jason pulled out and let me take a moment to breathe again. I licked his pubes and balls while I was taking a break holding onto his rock-hard ass cheeks the entire time.  I had his entire crotch area soaked. This went on for what felt like 30 minutes when Jason pulled his dick out of my throat and got off the bed.

Again I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and kneading them like dough spreading them apart and squeezing them together again. “Ummmm, daddy loves his little girl’s pussy. You gonna give me some of this pussy, baby boy?” I moaned and told him, “Fuck yeah.” Again getting super turned on with his dirty talk.

It’s interesting that he was referring to me as “daddy’s little girl” because I’m definitely a masculine guy. I have broad shoulders, muscular legs and an expansive chest. No one ever feminized me before. I’m surprised that it turned me on and didn’t offend me. It should have. I don’t like feminine girly guys and certainly don’t want to be one. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it’s just not my thing. This dudes mouth got me hot.

At that point I felt him lean in and stick his tongue in my ass. I pressed back and moaned, “Oh fuck yeah, Daddy.” He growled and really started eating me out with a vengeance spreading my cheeks as far apart as they could physically get.

I reached back searching for the poppers and suddenly they appeared in my hand. I took a nice long hit while Jason had his tongue cork-screwing into my hole. While I was taking a hit, Jason stood up and I could feel his cock graze across my hole. I could feel its heat. 

He took the poppers from me and started taking a hit for himself. After 2 really long draws on the bottle, he put the cap back on and dropped them on the bed. He lined his cock up with my ass and slowly pushed forward, through my ass ring and kept going until he bottomed out. When he reached bottom he exhaled and said, “I fucking love this cunt.” 

With that he started a steady job of fucking me; stopping every few minutes to hit the poppers. Occasionally he would pull is cock out and replace it with 3 fingers and tell me that my “pussy” was so warm from the friction. And then, he shoved his cock back in all the way and return to fucking me hard. I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls to encourage him to keep fucking me saying, “I love your daddy dick, man.” And he’d return the compliment by saying, “And daddy loves his baby’s pussy.”

Jason stopped fucking me for a moment leaving his cock halfway buried in my ass. I thought he was going to take another hit of poppers, but he didn’t reach for the bottle. Instead I heard a camera shutter go off several times and knew he was taking pictures. This was a huge turn on. After a few minutes he resumed fucking me with a strong steady pace. 

After about 5 minutes or so, he pulled out and jumped on the bed again and stuck his cock in my face. It was warm and smelled of what I thought must be cum, but he hadn’t orgasmed yet. I started lapping at his cock and then sucking it and deep throating it like a hungry slut. I loved feeling how hot his cock was from being inside my ass.

He leaned down and fed me a hit of poppers and whispered, “Do you want me to breed that white pussy for you?” I pulled his sloppy cock from my mouth and looked up in the direction of his voice and said, “Yes, Daddy, I want it bad.”

Jason jumped back off the bed, got behind me and grabbed one ass cheek in each hand and plowed into my hole again and started relieving some obvious stressed on my puss. He pumped, pounded, pulled completely out and rammed back in 10 or 12 times. I was taking it by arching my back and holding still and letting him pound me hard and moaning guttural incoherent sounds. 

I could feel his pelvic bone every time he bottomed out in me. I was nothing more than a fucking animal in heat. He was breathing extremely hard and his fuck got faster and faster until he pushed completely forward and froze. Jason let out a deep resonating growl that sounded so primitive and sexy. I could feel his cock pulse in my ass. He shot five or six times and then buried his cock balls deep and froze again while he caught his breath. Jason laid on my back creating a layer of sweat between us. I could feel him flex his cock in my ass several times and feel his breath in the crook of my neck.

Very quickly, Jason pulled his cock from my ass as if he didn’t want anything to spill out. He came around one last time for me to clean his cock up. This time I definitely tasted cum. He left and went into the bathroom. I lay on the bed to catch my breath and relished in the fuck that I’d just received. I still had no idea what this hot mother fucker looked like.

After a moment, I gathered my thoughts and my clothes got dressed and started heading out of the bedroom. The bathroom door was cracked and I could see Jason’s reflection in the mirror. He couldn’t see me. He couldn’t have been more than 28. He had long, beautiful jet black rocker-type hair that he wore up high in a ponytail. 

He had pale skin so I have no idea what ethnicity he was but he certainly didn’t identify as white. I walked out and got in my car and stayed there again catching my breath. Jason sent me a picture of him with his cock in my ass. I love that picture.

We continued to fuck the same way; anonymous, blindfolded, with poppers and with him referring to me as “boy” or “daddy’s little girl” and always referring to my “pussy.” I loved every single time we got together.

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Marcos

I was just about to give up on any possibility of hooking up when a guy sent me an instant message saying he liked my profile. He said he was really into my “type.” I like to get to the point so I asked him what he was into. He said, “You.” 

His name was Marcos and he didn’t have a picture, but he assured me I wouldn’t be disappointed. Damn, I thought, I hate these sorts of setups. I don’t know what this guy looks like, or what he’s into. Plus it was really getting late. But on the other hand, I have heard some horror stories of guys who did have pictures and looked nothing like them.  He described himself as 6’2” dark hair, brown eyes and South American. I tried to push for more information but got very little. 

He asked me if I wanted to come to his house. I asked if I came over, what we would do. He said have a beer, talk, whatever. Damn, I was not getting any information from this guy. But curiosity got the best of me and I got his address and drove over.

It was about 1:00 a.m. when I knocked on the door. He opened the door slightly and out popped a really hot looking face; beautiful olive skin and sexy masculine stubble. He had black hair that was curly and long, just over his ears. He didn’t smile or give me any clue as to what he thought of me, but opened the door and gestured me inside. 

He was wearing a plain t-shirt and boxers. He invited me into his small living room and we sat on a sofa. Marcos started making small talk while rubbing my knee and putting his arm around me and suddenly he started making out with me; all in like 10 seconds.

I started feeling him up all over him and soon realized that his body was really muscular and tight. Marcos had his tongue down the back of my throat in a matter of seconds and I could tell from his breathing that he was hungry. My cock was rock hard in response to all of his attention. 

He started pulling my shirt off over my head and immediately licked down my neck and to my left tit. He was very aggressive and kept his hands busy; one working my crotch and the other tweaking my other tit.

I was doing the same thing to him; feeling his rock hard body and trying to pull his shirt up over his head. I was kicking off my shoes at the same time. I couldn’t get naked fast enough. Somehow my hand made it to his crotch. His basket was full and his mound was tight. I kept rubbing and could feel him thrust towards my cupped hand. He licked his way over to my other tit and started swirling all around then started nibbling. I let out a moan and he ever-so-lightly growled.

Marcos had my pants down and around my ankles within seconds and flipped my body over onto my stomach equally as fast. His left hand pushed my head down onto the couch while is right hand wrapped around my waist and pulled my ass up into the air. 

I stayed very still while he took his hands and spread my ass cheeks apart. I could tell he was checking me out because he wasn’t doing anything except spreading my cheeks and staring at my hole. I could feel his breath on my pucker as his tongue licked around the parameter. I wanted this guy inside me in every possible way.

Marcos dove in and started fucking his tongue into my hole. He let go of my cheeks and reached through my legs and grabbed a tit in each hand and started moaning into my butt and twisting my nips in unison. I reached through my legs too and started rubbing his crotch and trying to get a feel for how he was hung. I could feel he was hard because his entire mound was hot and taunt.

I reached up to his waistband and started pulling his boxers down. The first thing I felt was his tight wiry bush of his pubes. He let go of my tits as I fumbled around with his boxers. Never taking his mouth off my hole he managed to get out of his shorts in a matter of seconds. This stud was an expert in getting me and him out of our cloths.

I reached through my legs and felt his cock. It was hot, leaking, uncut and big. Seriously fat. Not so much long, probably eight inches, but fat. I knew I had to choke this fat Latin cock down my throat tonight. I continued to feel him up and moved back to his balls. Nice big nuts; naturally smooth.

I made a cock ring with my index finger and thumb and wrapped them around his cock and both balls and started to stretch them downward. Again, Marcos moaned into my hole. I was so into this guy that pre-cum started flowing out of me. He was throwing such a solid boner and I needed it in my mouth.

Marcos had other ideas. He spread my cheeks again, but this time he started playing with the lips around my pucker. He actually grabbed the left side of my ass ring between his thumb and first finger and did the same with his other hand. He basically had the rim of my hole between his fingers. Then he spread it open and stuffed his tongue into me even further than before. 

I was getting very verbal and moaning and pushing my butt back onto his face. He stretched my hole further with his fingers and shoved more tongue into me. My cunt was on fire. I reached between my legs and started fingering my puss while his tongue was inside me and we worked together to get as much of ourselves inside my ass. Spit was dripping everywhere. Marcos was a pig.

I began to feel the early rumblings of an orgasm deep inside me but I was not ready to let loose a load yet, so I pulled away causing Marcos to disengage his tongue from my ass. I needed to catch my breath and calm down. I turned around and sat up Indian-style staring at Marcos. He was so fucking fine especially now I could see him completely naked. His cock was awesome; a perfect cock. 

I spread my legs so I could to give him a little show while I caught my breath. I started fingering myself. Marcos was staring at my finger working its way into my hole. Then he started jacking his cock. He got closer and then a little closer until I could see his dick juice appear at his piss slit and then dribble down his shaft. It was creating this sticky goo that made me salivate. Marcos stared right into my eyes while he jacked. He had the nastiest look on his face while he did that.

He reached down and inserted one of his fingers alongside mine in my ass and started helping me fuck myself. He did this while inching his way closer to me. Pretty soon, that fat Latin cock was close enough for me to swipe my tongue across. I could tell Marcos was playing with me, teasing me, taunting me. 

He knew I was starving for his fat dick and was holding back making sure I didn’t get too much too soon. My ass was juicing, big time. I stared at his gooey cock head and tried to reach it with my tongue. Looking right into my eyes, Marcos asked, “You need some of this big South American dick, Josh? You wanna blow me, man?” 

I swallowed, completely focused on his cock head leaking pre-cum and simply said, “Fuck yeah, dude. I want to taste your fucking juice man. Let me have it. Come on, dude I’m starving here, Let me blow you.”

I felt Marcos insert another finger in my ass. That’s now two of his and one of mine. Marcos took his cock and smeared it over my lips. I could feel the warm goo cool when it touched my face and lips. My tongue was sticking out as far as it could possibly go. I finally made contact and licked the head and up and down. He lifted his cock up and placed his smooth balls right at my mouth. I licked and slathered them with my tongue and then sucked each one onto my mouth. 

I was stuffed with his hot nads in my mouth. I licked and swirled my tongue and he started pumping his balls in and out of my mouth. As soon as he’d pull them almost all the way out, I would suck them all the way back in. I love tea-bagging. I’m good at it and he appreciated it. His dick juice dripping onto my face told me so.

Marcos pulled his balls free from my mouth and shoved his dick in my mouth and held the back of my head still. I was impaled onto his cock. Because of the angle, I was only taking about three-quarters of his cock down my throat. Then Marcos started fucking my mouth. We both wanted to get more of his cock into my throat, but his dick was really fat and the angle was wrong. 

He pulled his cock out of my mouth dragging a strand of spittle along with it. He swung me around on the couch and had my head hanging  upside-down off the seat of the couch and my legs resting on the back. He rubbed his slimy dick all over my face before inserting it back into my mouth.

He pushed his fat cock passed my lips and towards the entrance into my throat, but got stuck at the back of my throat. Damn, I was afraid his cock was too fat for me. I tried to relax as Marcos continued to make little fuck motions trying to get past the entrance to my throat. I took a deep breath, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him against the resistance at the bottle neck at the entrance of my throat. 

It was tight and I didn’t think it would work, but I was willing to risk a sore throat to get that fat Latin cock into my throat. And then it happened, his cock popped through the opening at the back of my throat. Marcos let out a loud “Oh fuck yea!” and continued pushing into my throat. When he stopped, his pubic bush was at my nose.

I loved the way his pubes smelled. That got me even more excited and I tried to push my face further onto his cock, but I was already at the root. I just stayed there and tried to breathe through my nose. I would also use my throat muscles to “swallow” which sent ripples down Marco’s dick. That’s when he started fucking my mouth; long deep strokes. I tried to take short little breaths in between each withdrawal because I didn’t want to disrupt our rhythm by gasping for air. I needed cock more than air.

While pumping my throat, he spread my legs and started fingering my ass again. He started with one finger, then added another and then another; all the way to the second knuckle. He would reach in and feel all the way around my hole, find my prostrate and rub it like a genie rubbing a lamp. I was so warm and wet and hot for it. 

Marcos was moaning, fingering my ass, fucking my throat and stretching me open all at the same time. He took both of his the first fingers and spread me open, got in close enough for me to feel his breath and then spit into my hole, smearing it all around. He did that three or four times.

He pulled his slimy, spit-covered cock out of my mouth and spun me around again; this time doggie style on the couch facing the side of the couch with my ass up in the air. He hopped up onto the couch behind me and I was anticipating his next move. I felt his cock head touched the rim of my ass. It was warm and really slippery. He rubbed it all around. His head felt huge. 

He slipped about half of his head into my ass and pulled it back out again. He was teasing me. He new I wanted it and he knew I wanted it bad. I moaned and flexed my ass cheeks and pulsed my rosebud sending every signal I could muster for him to fuck me. But he didn’t give into me. He continued to tease. A pitiful desperate yearning sound escaped my throat before I could control it.

Marcos grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled my head back. Staring straight into my eyes with lust I heard, “Gringo boy, you want some raw Latin cock in that smooth pink little pussy of yours? Huh? You need some dick, baby?” I just moaned back and said yes, to give it to me. He said, “You want some of this?” and he stuck the head back in, but pulled it equally as fast back out again. 

I was delirious at this point and screamed, “Fuck me, man. Punch that fat Latin cock into me, I need to get fucked!” Then very quietly I begged him, Please Marco. Please fuck me. I need this so bad, Fuck me cunt. With that, Marcos nudged the head of his cock back to the entrance of my hole and he pushed forward in one great lunge and I pushed back with a huge force and within a split second I had that fat, big bronze cock buried balls deep in my ass. I let out the a long animalistic exhale.

I was dumbfounded. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. My spine started to tingle and I could feel his heart beat through his cock. The lips of the ring of my ass were stretched to their maximum. Had Marcos been a millimeter fatter, I’d be bleeding at this very minute. 

“There you go, baby. I got cha. I got cha all stuffed full of cock just like you needed. Pussy is SO fucking tight. Goddamn.” At that point, Marcos flexed his dick and I felt it swell and contract. He kept talking nasty to me. “Come on blondie, you want some of this? Work for it.”

I pulled forward and his dick slid out along the walls of my hole. God it was amazing. I could actually tell when his cock head was starting to pop out. “Now, push your pussy back onto my cock all the way. Yeah, that’s it. Damn, you got one hot fucking ass. 

Enjoy this while you can cause in a few minutes, I’m going to turn you over and powerfuck that whore ass like you need it, do you hear me?” I kept sliding slowly back and forth onto and off of his slick fat dick. Like I said I could no longer feel my spine. 

Marcos reached around and grabbed each of my tits and started pinching them, getting me hotter even still. I didn’t go near my cock because I was going to shoot at any time. I could tell Marcos was ready to throw a nasty powerful fuck into me. That’s when he pulled completely out.

Marcos pulled out with a loud whoosh sound and the cool air hit my ass ring. He turned me over and lifted my legs and put each leg into my hands and told me to pull back. I pulled my legs back to the side of my head. He crouched down and shoved his tongue in my warm fucked hole and slobbered around for a few minutes. 

Moaning and snorting and eating and fingering was all I could hear and feel. He was in a fucking asshole stupor. He pulled his head up and looked at me with saliva all over his face. He positioned his cock at my hole again and pushed all the way in. I looked up, still holding my legs to the side of my head and Marcos came in to kiss me. 

I looked closer and saw ass juice, pre-cum, and saliva covering his chin and nose; it was even dripping off his lower lip. Our faces crashed together in a beastly kiss. It was less a kiss and more of an attack. And then he started to fuck. He was pulling that fat Latin cock completely out of my ass and punching it back in to the root. Again and again and again moaning into my throat.

Seriously after about 10 minutes of his incessant pounding, I may have passed out. I am sure I at least stopped breathing for a few seconds. When I regained awareness, I was cumming all over myself without touching my cock. Marcos looked down as I sprayed us both with my load. 

He saw my eyes were rolled to the back of my head and went into overdrive and pounded and pounded and pounded me into oblivion. He pulled all the way out and forced his cock all the way back in. He did this about twenty times in a row and then he buried his cock balls-deep and froze.

He had this amazing intense look on his face and then I felt him blow his load deep into me; two short spurts followed by several long ones. After the initial few shots, he let out a loud guttural sound that only comes from an animal. He was loading me up and I wanted every bit of it. When he finished he buried his cock to the balls and relaxed on top of me. He stayed like that until his cock plopped out with a nasty sounding spat. I must have one hell of a load up inside me.

I slowly got up, got cleaned up and got dressed while coming out of my dazed-fucked state. I looked at Marcos on his couch, covered in my cum. We never even made it to his bedroom. I looked back at that sofa and knew I’d never forget how good he looked on it while he pounded the living daylights out of me. I definitely want to see more of that sofa again. I did finally make it into Marco’s bedroom, several times in fact. He was one great fuck.

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The Hurricane

I was living in Houston during one of the many hurricanes that have plagued that city. The complex I was living in was a really small two-story structure that was adorable and completely gay. There were no more than twenty units with a pool in the center courtyard. I lived on the lower floor near the entrance so I saw everyone coming and going. It was very friendly and quite cruisy. 

It didn’t take long to learn that this complex was quite notorious for its cruising at night. When I was feeling antsy, I would usually open my living room drapes and sit around watching who was walking about the grounds. One late Friday night, I saw a guy getting fucked in a second story corridor. I just stared. Amazing.

One of the first encounters I had was with a young blonde guy who also lived in the complex. He would always wave hello and walk around in his really tight blue jean shorts. His ass was screaming in those shorts.  This one evening he was lingering around my door when I finally opened the door and leaned against the frame and started chatting with him. 

Before wasting too much time he made it clear he wanted to get fucked. Perfect, I thought. He came inside and stripped immediately and jumped onto my bed, spread his legs wide and started playing with his ass in an erotic nasty way. I love a bottom to be nasty and assertive. If you want to get fucked, let me know it and tell me what you need. I got us a few beers and came back into the bedroom. He was getting all worked up. He slid a finger in his sweet hole and started moving it around. I stripped and got on the bed and fed him my cock. 

He swallowed it completely. I reached down and added my finger to his hole along next to his. He had a nice, hot, tight and hungry pussy. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and stuffed it all the way up his boy cunt. He was smooth and slippery. I really should have eaten him first, but he was moving quickly and needed some cock inside him fast. He encouraged me by saying things like, “Yeah stud that cock feels hot inside my ass. Fuck me, yeah, that’s it, fuck me.” 

It didn’t take long for him to blow his load which set me off. I pumped his ass full of my load. As soon as I was through, he popped my cock out of his ass and licked my cock clean. Then he started to get dressed. He was really friendly and said, “Anytime you need a piece of ass, no matter what time it is, stud, I’m in 11B. The door will be open, come on in.” And I did exactly that several more times.

There was a black guy that lived on the lower level that I saw coming and going from time to time. He was seriously packing a heavy basket. He was rightfully proud of it and would stuff it into a liquid pair of worn jeans. He’d adjust it to the right side and stage his balls so they accentuated his over-sized cock. You could even make out his cock hear through those jeans. 

He made it obvious to all that he had a huge cock. I remember thinking to myself, damn, that must be uncomfortable to be carrying that around all the time. He was a hot looking guy, probably around 29 or so. A neighbor a few doors down had befriended me and we were sitting outside chatting when the hot black guy walked by and said hello. My neighbor asked if I knew the guy.  

I said no and he told me his name was Michael. “He tried to pick me up once, but I wouldn’t go near him.” I asked why? He told me that even though the guy was hot, “What the hell was I supposed to do with a cock that big? I’m pretty good, but not that good.” I just sort of smiled and thought damn, how big can he really be?

It was really late on a Saturday night and the courtyard was getting really cruisy. I kid you not, probably 15 or so guys walking about looking into windows. I was watching TV in my living room with the curtains open sort of keeping one eye on the tube and the other eye on the courtyard. It was very erotic watching these guys pick up my neighbors. Then there was a tap at my door. I opened it and a guy said, “He man, what’s up?” I looked at him and he was pretty hot looking and I thought, why the hell not? I said,” Not much here bud, what are you into?” 

He told me he was open but that he really wanted a chance to eat my hot ass. I opened the door a little wider. The guy came in and said that there was just one thing, he was here with his lover and could his lover join in? I asked what his lover was into and he said, “Three-ways.” I said sure and he left and returned with a hot looking guy. Both guys were in their mid twenties with a slim, muscular build. The boyfriend was taller and more muscled. 

We all started stripping during introductions and the first guy immediately got on his knees behind me and spread my ass cheeks and started eating. Man his tongue was deep and wet. His boyfriend stripped and showed me a nice hard 8” cock with a thick mushroom head to it. I bent down and started sucking his cock. He worked the back of my head and helped me to deep throat him. 

As soon as I hit bottom, he groaned in a hot masculine guttural way. I loved feeling that thick cock buried in my throat. In the mean time, the shorter guy was making a pig of himself in my ass. Spit was dripping down my thigh and off my balls. He pulled his face out of my ass and told his boyfriend, “David, you gotta eat some of this, man. 

This is excellent ass.” David got down and began to eat me out, too. Then each of these hot fuckers plowed my ass till I was begging for them to blow their loads. They deposited two hot loads deep inside me and left. I fell asleep feeling very contented and really full.

I was awakened in the middle of the night by a hand on my ass and was startled. Lying on my stomach, with only a sheet to cover up with, I tried to assess the situation but was jarred awake and looked up and it was my neighbor, the black guy, Michael. 

We had never really met, but here he was in my bedroom. I could feel his hand on my ass and I swear he swiped a finger across my hole as he awakened me. I wonder if he could tell that I had been creamed earlier. He told me my front door came ajar and with all of the foot traffic, he thought I should close it and lock it. He said it was not safe. 

I guessed the wind had blown the door open in the middle of the night. I was caught off guard, thanked him and gathered the sheet up and wrapped it around my waist and walked him to the door. I fell back to sleep, but never stopped wondering if he was trying to finger me. 

I also knew I wanted this guy to fuck me to death. I didn’t know how I would get his attention again, but I started fantasizing about his huge cock and wondered what it would look like going into my pale white cunt. I had to have him.

Later in the summer a hurricane was predicted to be a direct hit to Houston. Everyone was making emergency arrangements. Most of my neighbors had decided to ride the storm out so I thought I would join them instead of going to my family’s house up north. Soon a full fledged hurricane party was organized. Everyone would stay in the lower apartments and one apartment would be used for drinks, one for food, another was to store debris that blew around the courtyard to prevent it from breaking any windows.

The winds picked up early Friday morning and the rains came and pummeled us throughout the night. Saturday the eye crossed us around 9:00 p.m., and then we got the wet side, but everything was in control. People were having fun, taking care of business and eating and drinking and feeling very neighborly. Michael, the black stud I craved was nowhere to be found. 

I hadn’t seen him the night before either. I suspected that he went to stay with friends in a safer place away from the storm. As the evening wore on, the worst of the storm passed and I was starting to get tired and thinking about leaving to go to my apartment which was not being used for anything. In the corner of my eye I saw Michael enter the unit I was in. 

This was the unit that served drinks. Of course the evening cocktail was a Hurricane. He got a drink and headed right for me. He said hello and asked how I was. He said, “Wow, dude, I haven’t seen you since that night your door was wide open. I hope that I didn’t scare you off.” I said no, that I was so groggy and sleepy; I barely remember that evening, except that he probably saved me from getting robbed or something.

He then leaned in and whispered, “Man I wanted that ass of yours so bad, but you were so out of it that I decided the timing was all wrong. I really liked what I saw.”  I was so fucking turned on by this and said, “Man you should have taken what you needed I would have been fine with that.” He said “Well the storm has several more hours why not make good use of the time?” 

Then he said, “Give me your hand.” I reached out and he took my hand and placed it directly on his huge bulge. I quickly turned to look and see if anyone could see us. He was packed in so tight. I could feel the heat emanating from his jeans. I was excited and scared at the same time. I knew I wanted this black mother fucker, but I didn’t think I could handle him...in any capacity. 

He leaned in closer and put his lips against my ear and said, “I’m gonna make your pussy wet and your pucker is going to be glowing rosy-red when I’m through with you. Have you ever had a big nigger dick in that puss?” I started to sweat and could feel moisture gather along the crack of my ass. I cleared my throat and told him that I had and that I loved black cock. He said, “I’m not talking about black cock. I’m talking about pure nigger dick. Let’s go.”

We got to my apartment and he started to unbutton his jeans; he wore no underwear. He left his jeans unbuttoned and took off his shirt. He was built like a brick shit house. Well defined muscles, quarter-sized nipples and he was blue-black. His bush was short and tight and I couldn’t wait to see what was underneath. I was starting to sweat because I was boned and anxious. 

I didn’t know what to do next. He lit a joint and passed it to me. I took a toke and inhaled deeply as he started feeling me up. He unbuttoned my shirt and started tweaking my nips. He got rid of my shirt and started to unzip and push my jeans to my knees. Leaning down he took my left tit into his mouth and started to nibble and suck. I took another hit off the joint and passed it back to him. 

I could feel his hand massage my shoulder and then move down my spine to the top of my ass. My cock was raging as he slid his hand down to my butt cheeks and further to my crack. He soon found my hole and rubbed across it and moaned along with me when he found it. He then bit my tit taking me to the edge.

He stepped back and said, “Yeah dude, we’re gonna have a hot time tonight.” He lowered his jeans and his cock sprang free. I couldn’t believe it. I just stared at it speechless. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it; we’ll have a good time.” He had at least 12 inches of thick jet-black uncut dick. The length didn’t scare me as much as the thickness. I took it in my hand and couldn’t touch my fingers to my thumb. 

This was clearly the biggest cock I have ever seen, much less held, and certainly the blackest. I went to my knees and peeled back the foreskin from the enormous head. It was stunning to see this huge cock head drooling pre-cum. I licked it and savored the taste. Michael was encouraging me all the way telling me that I looked good with Nigger dick in my white mouth. 

He grabbed the back of my blonde head and tried to stuff it down my throat. I pulled back and looked up at him and said, “Dude, I will swallow your cock, but you’ve got to give me time to get used to it, cool?” He smiled and let go of my head. Don’t get me wrong I love having cock forced down my throat, but this was serious business. Someone could get hurt. And I wanted to do this right.

I got up and suggested he get on the bed and lay back. I grabbed a fresh bottle of poppers and lube and got between his legs. I greased his cock with Astroglide and it glistened. I went back to work. I licked his cock and sucked it for 10 minutes or so and licked down to his balls. 

I sucked one in my mouth then took my fingers and stuffed the other one in my mouth along with the first one. He was grinding his hips upward so I knew he was getting hotter. I tightened up on his balls while pulling away creating a pressure that I knew he’d love. I spit his balls out and licked back up his shaft. 

I took a small hit off the poppers, sucked in my breath and got as much spit into my mouth as I could muster. I started to descend down his cock and soon felt the huge head at my throat. I inhaled a little more and pushed. Nothing happened. I tried again and still nothing. I was drooling spit all around this guy’s cock and sliding up and down spreading it as best as I could. There was a lot of real estate to cover. Finally, I pushed hard and kept the pressure on his cock, and then something popped.

It was his cockhead. It had popped from the back of my mouth then into my throat. I actually felt my throat expand to accommodate his girth. I was a bit stunned at first, but stayed perfectly still. Michael was moaning and started to play with my hair. I looked up at him and he made eye contact with me. He had this hot lusty look on his face. “You’re doing great white boy. 

You can do this. Come on, take this cock. This is nigger dick and you know you want it.” I did want it. I slowly started to push even more of his cock into my throat. My eyes were watering. I knew if I panicked, I would have to spit his cock out and start all over. I was now more than half way there. My eyes were bulging out. I stopped and tried to breathe through my nose. 

It worked, I got oxygen and calmed down and continued my descent. He started growling louder and louder as I went further and further down. Snot started running out of my nose but I didn’t care. I felt little micro-pricks on my upper lip. I opened my eyes and saw a jet-black forest that was his pubic hair. The wiry hairs were sticking into my lips. Fuck me! I was at the base of his cock. 

I had deep-throated the biggest cock I have ever had. He started gyrating and moaning and cursing. Michael and I made eye contact. There were tears in mine. I needed to breathe. I tried to breathe through my nose and again, it worked. Michael looked at me with pure lust and said, “Oh my fucking god! Please don’t stop. Please stud, Can I fuck your throat? Please let me, just a little?” I signaled him he could.

Michael took the locks of my hair in each hand and got a good grip and then started to slide his big fucking dick in and out of my throat. I knew I couldn’t do this for too long, but I wanted to please my black stallion. He picked up the pace while I focused on controlling my throat muscles and keeping my lungs filled with air. He was breathing hard and grunting and cursing. “Eat dick, you cocksucker. Oh baby, fuck yeah, take that nigger dick all the way down. Look at that!” 

With that he stuffed his monster all the way to the base and held it there. I was starting to gag on it. Saliva was drooling out everywhere. Snot was coming out of my nose and I needed air, but neither of us cared so Michael started his assault again. He was skull fucking me brutally and my throat was starting to get sore. Still, I was in heaven. The smell of this stud was intoxicating. 

Suddenly he pulled out and through his labored breathing said, “Fuck, man, no one has ever done that to me before. Not like that. I almost lost it. But I want more from you than a blow job. Turn around and show me what you got.”

Still gasping for air, I grabbed my poppers and turned around and buried my face in the pillow sticking my ass up in the air. I felt Michael crawl on top of me. He felt so warm and his cock was wedged between his stomach and my ass cheeks. It was wet and still emanating heat. He was grinding and kissing the back of my neck. He reached around and grabbed my tits with each hand and was twisting them. He whispered in my ear again, 

“I want you to turn around on your back, spread your legs and show me your that pearly white ass and pink pussy.” I turned around onto my back and spread my legs and lifted each knee and opened my ass for him to see. He moaned and started massaging both cheeks of my ass. He got down low and told me to finger myself. I could feel his breath on my hole. I inserted a finger in. 

He started licking my finger as it went in and out. I pulled completely out and he sucked my finger all the way down to the knuckle. He then stuck his tongue into my hole. Damn that felt good. I purred into the pillow. “Good pussy, stud.” He really started eating my ass out good at that point. Lapping at first then inserting his tongue as far as possible. 

He was making jabbing fucking motions with his tongue. He kept pushing my legs higher and higher. He told me to take each leg and pull it back and hold it there. I tried but that wasn’t the right position for him. He grabbed some pillows and stuffed two under my butt lifting it up and another two behind my head. 

He told me to grab my ankles and hold them back as far as I could. This was the perfect position. I grabbed each ankle and brought them to either side of my head. I could actually see both of them with my peripheral vision.

“Can you see your cunt, baby?” Looking down I told him surprisingly, that I could. I had a perfect shot of my glistening rose bud. I made it wink and spit bubbled out. Michael slid two fingers into me. I loved the way his coal-black fingers looked stuffed in my ass. 

I wanted to get fucked so bad. I was so horned for some big black nigger dick. I understood what Michael meant when he told me he didn’t have a black cock. Michael added a third finger and started licking the outer perimeter of my ass ring. He was really getting me opened. He added some lube and started sliding his fingers in and out steadily. I was really getting turned on. 

Then he added more lube and a forth finger. I was making sounds and squirming from side to side. Michael looked right into my eyes and said, “Oh baby that is right where I want to be. I love your fucking ass. You ready?” I looked at him and nodded. The hurricane outside was raging full force and so was I.

He put the bottle of poppers under my right nostril and closed the left nostril and I inhaled. He repeated the other side. I began to feel light headed. He pulled his four fingers out of my ass and I looked down. His huge cock head was black and shiny with lube. He put the head at my pucker, which was rosy red just liked he’d promised earlier. 

I was starting to feel the poppers at this point, and then I felt him put pressure on my ass rim. Nothing was happening so I pushed out. “Good boy, work that pussy. You know what you want.” he said. I pushed out again and the head pushed through my ring and he slowly slid his cock in to the base. I gasped. His cock was huge. 

This big fat cock was buried all the way inside me; his bush was pricking my cunt lips. I started breathing again and thought, damn, this is as much dick as I could possible have inside me. I was stretched to the max. I was definitely full. I felt Michael flex his rock hard cock. I clamped down on my ass in response. He said, “That’s it baby, talk to me. Let daddy know you like his nigger dick in your pussy.” I clamped down again and then again.

“Ready?” he asked? I was still holding my legs back looking down at this monster dick buried in my ass. “Yeah dude, I’m ready. Fuck me stud,” I said. He asked, “You want this big nigger dick in your pussy?” I said, Hell yeah, man fuck my ass. Give it to me, fucker and don’t be gentle. Fuck me like a man.” 

He put the popper bottle under my nose and fed me the only elixir that would get me through to upcoming fuck. He slowly started pulling out and stopping only to apply more lube and then pushing back in. His fucking motion and the sheer size of his cock created a vacuum in my ass which in turn made a sloppy airy squishy farting noise that you only hear when the fuck is nasty.

Michael started grunting and cursing again. Every few minutes he would feed me more poppers and body slam into me again. I clamped down on his cock to give him his money’s worth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Sweat was pouring off his face and onto me. 

Each time he slammed back into my cunt he was making me more of a whore for his black cock.  Michael told me to watch this. I looked down and he pulled his saturated dick completely out and slammed it back into my ass. Now my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He repeated this 8 or 10 times. Then he pulled out, and quickly slid 4 fingers and most of the palm of his hand into my ass and slowly twisted. We both moaned incoherently. 

Michael made eye contact and said he loved the warmth and feeling of a freshly fucked hole. He shoved his cock back in and jack-hammered be into the bed. My head was slamming against the headboard which knocking pictures off the wall. I was delirious and moaning jumbled sentences begging him to fuck me.

I reached down between our legs and scooped up globs of pre-cum, lube and ass juice and lubed my cock up. I looked up at Michael, who was now basically doing push-ups on top of me, made eye contact and stuttered the words, “Wreck my fucking cunt.” At that instant, blew my load all over my face, Michael’s face and both of our chests. 

Volley after volley landed somewhere across one of us. That did it for Michael. “This is how it feels to get nigger fucked. Here I go you fucking hot white-trash motherfucker.” He pumped harder and hard then buried his cock and stayed still. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I felt it pulse really hard. He shot load after load into me. 

His cock continued to pulse and I could actually feel the heat of his cum inside me. He stayed still while his cock finished blowing its nut. I lost track of cum shots and heartbeats as they soon became one in the same. He laid there on top of me for a few minutes catching his breath. 

Once in a while he’d flex his cock and I would return the gesture by clamping down on his softening dick. After we recovered, Michael slowly pulled his cock out of my ass causing a vacuum “whoosh” sound and a small river of cum began to flow out of my ass.  He looked at it and said, “That’s hot.” I had never been so thoroughly fucked in my life. 

The storm eventually passed. I never did get together with Michael again. We’d pass each other at the complex and flirt. Once we even tried to get together again, but it never seemed to work out.  I will never forget that night in the hurricane.

Debauchery

Sometimes big things comes in small packages; the size of something does not always reflect its worth. Think of a great big old empty cold house compared to a little cozy homey cottage. So yes, it's true that big things come in small packages.

This is the case when it comes to Rich.

At the time A4A was my app of choice and that’s where I ran across Rich. His screen name was Debauchery69 and at first glance his profile seemed very reserved and his photos weren't really that impressive; face, chest, ass. He was a small guy; thin and short.  

He wore a leather harness and a leather jock strap. There were no nudes at all. I would have to fill in the rest on my own. I, on the other hand, had the kind of pictures in my profile that would have made a porn star blush. Rich is the one who reached out to make contact first.

His initial contact was a simple, “Hey.” After a few one-word exchanges I found out that he was a top and was into leather and basically liked to call the shots. My ears perked up a little. I sensed that he was a quiet type of a guy as the chit-chat continued. 

We delved a little deeper into our perspective preferences and then there was a lag in messages. I took note that he wasn't crude or slutty in his any of his responses. I figured he'd lost interest especially since my responses were a little on the tepid side, too. But then, I received this message:

“I would like to come over, walk into your house and find you in a darkened room on all fours ass-up, blindfolded and wearing only a jock strap.” 

Now that got my attention. The scene he conjured was so erotic and cryptic to me. I was immediately intrigued and reread his profile. I have to admit I wasn’t sure what his screen name meant so I looked it up: Debauchery69.

de·bauch·er·y

NOUN  1.excessive indulgence in sensual pleasures

synonyms: degeneracy · corruption · vice · depravity · immodesty · indecency · perversion

I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him immediately. Anyone who could describe themselves like this in such a quiet passive way all the while exuding confidence and sexual prowess and without any of the vibrato and theater that so many dominant men display has got to be a sexual knight. 

So not to scare him off, I demurely replied that I could make that happen and asked him when. He responded Friday after work around 10:00 p.m. Okay. it was on. I still had no idea what he looked like or what he was truly into, but he created an intrigue that wanted to find out.

Friday night rolled around and I took my time getting ready. I put my shower shot into high gear and stripped my bed and replaced it with a black leather fitted sheet. I turned off all of my lights except a few strategic ones that would help him find his way. I put on soft fuck music to set the mood and chose to forego playing porn. 

He didn’t seem like the kind of a guy who appreciated porn. For some reason, I wanted to connect with him without disruptions. I lit a few candles, readied my bedside with lube, poppers and a few hand towels.

About 9:30 he texted, “Looks like I’m getting off work on-time. What is your address?” I replied with the address and told him to enter through the side door, come up the stairs and down the hall. Mine would be the only bedroom with the door opened.”

I wore my favorite jockstrap and cock ring and sat and waited. The anticipation was starting to get me a little anxious. What does this guy look like? Is this safe? Am I crazy? This could be seriously dangerous. But I did have his cell number and he has responded and therefore he could be traced. 

I erased those thoughts and focused on the positive. I hoped he would have a nice size cock but not too big. I want to really relax and not tense up. While sitting on my bed fantasizing about Debauchery69, my phone lit up, “I’m here. Remember blindfolded, ass up on the bed, dark room.”

I had everything in place. My room was dark with the exception of the two small candles on opposite sides of the room so that he could navigate. I grabbed my dark blue paisley western bandanna and rolled it up then tied it around my head covering my eyes. I adjusted my white BIKE jock and got up on the bed on all fours with my chest down and ass up.

I waited. I was intently listening for him. The wait seemed to go on forever even though it had only been a few minutes. As I focused on sounds in the house listening for the door to open, my dick started hardening. Wait, was that him? No, that was the ice-maker. I continued to listen. Suddenly I heard the creak of the door hinges and then the closing of the door.

I heard the steps creaking as he navigated the run of the staircase.  I could hear that he was in the hallway and moving closer to my bedroom. Suddenly, I smelled him in my room. I felt his presence. He said nothing. My hole started to twitch giving my self-control  away to him.

A t-shirt was being pulled over his head. A belt buckle was unbuckled and the unmistakable sound of a zipper descended followed by denim being dropped to the floor. My nipples started to harden.

His hands were a little cold when he put them on my butt cheeks and massaged them like only an ass-man would. Occasionally he spread them letting a cool rush of air graze my hole. I cooed and arched my back. He climbed onto the bed and moved around to the front of me guiding my head to his crotch which was encased in a well-worn leather jock strap. 

I inhaled the leather and his musk permeating from his crotch. Pheromones were practically oozing from his body causing a me to get closer. The smell was intoxicating. My physiology changed as I inhaled and I began wanting to devour his jock and everything it concealed.  

But he restrained me. Being blindfolded intensified everything. I was on heightened alert trying to second guess everything he was doing. I felt wetness coming from the pouch of my jock and realized I was leaking precum from the anticipation. 

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “My name is Rich and I’m going to take good care of you.” I started to say something but he shushed me, “Shhhhh. Relax. Everything I need to know you’ll tell me with your body.” He was very intimate, very sexy and very much in charge.

I reached up and grabbed a hold on his hips. He was small; really small. My hands moved up and roamed his upper torso. This guy was only 135 – 140lbs, completely hairless with a chiseled chest complete with sumptuous protruding nips. 

He let me wander all over his body almost as if he were compensating me for my lack of sight. He had the tiniest bubble ass that easily fit into the palm of each had.

He reached down to unsnap his jock strap and fished out his cock and balls. The aroma made my blindfolded eyes roll to the back of my head. Rich had a very pungent, yet alluring, masculine scent. I inhaled deeply as if I were taking a hit of poppers and held it in.

He still had his hand on the back of my head, but not necessarily directing me where to go. I started at his thick wiry bush by pushing my face into the center of his pelvis and began licking and matting his hair with copious amounts of saliva. 

Once his bush was soaked, I dropped down to his tight walnut-sized balls and popped both in my mouth and sucked. His nut sack was smooth perfectly sized for my mouth. I could feel his cock rising from the attention I was giving his nuts. I slowly let them escape half-way only to draw them back into my mouth. 

I did this several times before bottoming out and sucking his balls deep into my mouth and then using my teeth to ever-so-slightly bite down, letting him know that yes, I had his entire nut sack in my mouth. Between Rich grinding his hips forward, me pulling his ass-cheeks toward me and the suction I was causing, his nuts were in nirvana. It was so fucking hot to be ‘deep throating’ his ball sack.

Rich grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off his balls and guided me to his cock. I hadn’t yet felt his cock and was so wrapped up what was happening that I all but forgot about his cock. First he let me have just the head; he was circumcised and didn’t appear to be fat. 

He pulled my head back teasing me. Then fed me the head again which I sucked and tried to get more. He repeated this a few more times before slowing letting me glide down the length of his cock.

His cock wasn’t fat nor was it thin. It was actually quite perfect for me. But length is where he surprised me. He continued to feed me. When I thought I must be at the base, he continued to slide in further and then even further until he hit the back of my throat. Seriously, how long was this guy’s cock? 

I was slobbering quite a bit while trying to get his cock further into my throat. I reached up and took hold of the base of his cock and realized that I only had two-thirds of it in. There was no way on my knees that I would be able to go any further.

Rich was very wet at this point so that wasn’t the problem. Keeping his dick in my mouth, I turned over onto my back, took a deep breath, grabbed his butt and pulled him all the way into my throat. When he hit the back of my mouth, my esophagus open up and his cock continued all the way into the back of my throat.    

“Ahhh,” was all I heard followed by a long, slow, lust-driven exhale. Rich grabbed me under the shoulder pits and drug me to the edge of the bed leaving my head hanging off the end and his cock still buried balls-deep.

Gripping his ass cheeks, I forced him to fuck my throat. He only needed a little help and soon took over from there. Precum, spit and mouth goo were seeping everywhere.  He started pulling all the way out and plunging back in to his balls. Again, and again, and again. He fucked like that for quite a while grunting each time he bottomed out. My jaw and cheeks muscles started to ache and Rich sensed it was time and slowly withdrew.

After giving me a moment to recuperate, he dropped his balls in my mouth again. I sucked them all the way in and went to work. Teabagging this dude was putting me in a trance. I wanted to swallow his nutsack. Rich started tweaking my tits adding more and more pressure. I squirmed and groaned when I felt his nails pinching and digging into my nipples sending vibrations through his balls and out to his entire groin area.

He spit on his hand and reached between my legs and found my hole. I spread my legs further giving him as much access as he needed. He inserted one finger and played around the rim making me horny for more. He added a second finger and slowly started to penetrate further. Rich withdrew his fingers from my ass and then his balls from my mouth and walked around to the other side of the bed facing my ass.

Still on my stomach, I lifted my ass off the bed and arched my back. Barely audible he whispered, “Good boy.” Grabbing my ass cheeks again, he spread them apart and buried his face in my ditch. His tongue was what I was secretly craved. My ass reflexively pressed backwards and he got a little deeper. 

All I could do was whimper. I wanted this guy to devour my hole. He continued to eat and was actually softly growling into the depth of my hole. I felt a finger tracing around the perimeter of my asslips and massaging the rim.

Rich removed his face from my ass and got off the bed and walked around to the other side of the bed again.  He squatted down in front of me, lifted my head, pressed his lips to mine and inserted his tongue. He started making out and I felt his tongue everywhere inside my mouth.  While we made out, I heard the unmistakable sound of the screw cap being removed from a bottle. I knew what was coming.

He retracted and closed my left nostril and held the bottle to my right one. Instinctively, I inhaled deeply. Then he switched and did the other. He didn’t partake and returned to the opposite side of the bed.

He spread my cheeks, spit into my hole and inserted two fingers and fucked them into me. He finger fucked me with intention and just as I began lift-off added a third finger. I cocked my head as if trying to listen to what he was doing, but all I could depend on was my sense of feeling. I was on hyper alert yet pushed my ass back a little further. A fourth finger was added.

I was so glad I was fucked up on poppers because this was getting intense. Again, I pushed back and Rich ground the palm of his hand all around the inside of my cunt causing me to moan like a cheap whore. It was at that moment that I realized he was going to try to fist me. I was kind of stunned because that possibility never downed on me. Yes, these four fingers were causing me to purr and arch my back like a cat in a yoga pose, but I cannot take a fist. Impossible.

Rich continued his magic on my ass and hitting me with poppers from time to time and I continued to moan and squirm. I could feel him adding a little pressure here and there, but he couldn’t make any more progress than he had already made. I was tense and nervous.

He withdrew his palm leaving me with emptiness and feeling disappointed. I felt his body crawl up on my back and his breath on my neck and he whispered, again barely audible, “Not tonight, you’re not ready, but soon, baby, soon.”

He fed me another double hit of poppers and positioned his cockhead at the walls of my cunt and pushed completely in to his balls. The feeling of his long cock buried deep inside me was spiritual. He started to fuck me and I fucked right along with him. He picked up the pace and lifted his torso off my back to gain more leverage.

I had to bunch up the sheets in each hand to give me traction to take such a hard pounding. I got the perfect grip allowing me to fuck him back with the same force he was using on me. There was lots of heavy breathing, grunting and groaning between the two of us; the kind of sounds that can only be made with a hard serious fucking. He would stop to give me poppers and to spit on his cock but then fucking would resume full force.

By this time his cock and my ass was dripping with ass juices mixed with cock snot; gooey and slimy. I love nasty fucking like this. The sounds bring out the animal in me. He started piston fucking me by pulling his cock all the way out and without needing to touch it, slammed it back in to the balls.

Rich suddenly pulled out, jumped off the bed and came around grabbed me by the hair and forced his cock down my throat. It was so warm from the friction and wet and greasy. It slid, once again, past my esophagus and traveled to the end of my throat with absolutely no resistance. He fucked my throat for about ten strokes while I opened my throat to take whatever he was prepared to give me. He fed me more poppers and jumped back around and slammed his cock into my ass.     

I could feel a film of sweat between us and Rich’s breathing increased. He slowed for a second and I could hear the click of his camera snapping pictures. His cock and my hole created a magnetic field that kept attracting and repelling cock and ass over and over again.

Rich continued his relentless assault stopping or slowing every few minutes to prolong his orgasm. I could feel his cock pulse each time he edged. Sweat was now dripping onto my back profusely and I could tell the sheets beneath me were getting wet, too. He pulled out and turned me over, lifted my legs, grabbed both my arms and restrained me by locking both my wrists above my head. Then shoved his cock back where it belonged; in my hot, fucked, wet hungry cunt.

 “Dude, fuck me, please keep fucking me,” I heard coming from somewhere deep inside me. I was moaning and being unconcerned with my own masculinity at the moment, began to beg, “I love your fucking cock, fuck me, man.” I could feel his breathing getting faster as he leaned down and kissed me. I moaned and made out with him.

Rich lifted his head and started punch fucking me with his cock; faster and harder. I swear we were banging bone against bone, his pelvic bone against my tail bone. Still blindfolded and soaked with sweat, I began having an almost out of body experience. 

Without touching my cock, I felt my balls tighten, my asshole constrict and felt a tingling sensation travel from the center of my balls and up through my cock. “Oh fuck! I’m fucking shooting!” I shot load after load onto my stomach and chest merging it with the sweat we had created between us.

Rich pulled out, froze and grunted in a deep lustful rasp that came from the core of his soul and rippled throughout his body. I felt the first splatter of liquid silk spray across my chest, face and hair. The second came immediately followed by the third. I realized that Rich was aiming his cock at me because by the fifth volley I was being covered in cum. I could actually hear each volley land on me. The smell of cum dominated the room. 

He collapsed onto the bed next to me to catch his breath. I was speechless not knowing what to say. I wanted to offer a shower, but needed to catch my breath first. I wanted to see if he needed water because this had been one of the most intense workouts I’ve ever had.

The jism began to change from a gel to a liquid and ran down the sides of my face, chest and torso. Rich got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard water running indicating he was cleaning up a bit. I should have offered a shower but somehow the words didn’t come. Without saying anything, he started getting dressed.  

A t-shirt was being pulled over his head. Jeans were being pulled up and zipped and a belt was clanking and then buckled. When he was finished, he knelt down and whispered into my ear, “That was hot. Let’s do this again.” And he walked out of the bedroom, down the hall, down the staircase and out the side door. He was gone. The house was silent.

I remained on the bed bathing in the afterglow and sweat until I heard his car drive off. Only then did I take off my bandanna off and look at my body. I was completely glistening in cum. It was everywhere.  I scooped cum from my hair, chest and stomach and grabbed my cock and jacked off with Riches load.  

Rich actually became one of my favorite fuck buddies. Every time we met it was the same; after work, me in a jockstrap, him in leather and me blindfolded. I finally got to see what he looked like on our second visit. He was exactly like I imaged small in stature with pale white skin and black hair. He was neither handsome nor ugly, yet I was very attracted to him.

We remained constant fuck buddies for about 3 years. He was never able to fist me but we had fun trying. He stopped messaging me one day, removed his profile and disappeared.  I never heard from him again. What I learned from Rich was how to be a gentleman and practice debauchery; they can coexist. I loved him as only a gay man could possibly understand.