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12 comments:
I'll lick the pits of #1!!! YUMMY!
I agree about no. 3's bush. Would love to go down and get my nose buried in those pubes! hot.
hey sexy i would Love to have sex with you all night log
WHAT A HEAD ON #3. COULD TONGUE THAT FOR SOMETIME. MORE OF THIS GUY, PLEASE. THANKS.
i'd like to kneel for the first one, smell the odor coming from under that fabulous foreskin, lick and suck him, and then take all that snake down my throat. Looking at that dick i'd say that if i saw it in a glory hole i would imagine the guy behind it to be even sexier.
I would love to hitch a ride with a trucker like the third guy and enjoy rest stop sessions in his bunk with hot rough sex and loads of his cum in my mouth and butt. It would be wonderful to let him take total control, even if it hurt a lot. Imagine being covered by that hot body and nuzzled on the neck by that chin stubble! Then have his tongue plunged deep into one's mouth while his cock rams one's ass. Bliss!!!!!!! He looks so mean and utterly masculine: that drives me wild, makes me feel cmpletely like the sissy pussy faggot I am. Hurray for being a queer!!!!
That big uncut dick on #1 is driving my crazy. I would like to pick up this dude at the local meat rack, bury my face in his musky crotch, and suck him through multiple orgasms.
#3 is so much man it is intoxicating just to look at his picture. I'm imagining what it would be like to have him on me and in me, losing control and fucking me like a wild animal--erotic heaven. Sigh..........
As I came upon the construction site, I saw #3 working shirtless, his torso glistening with sweat and his jeans tightly containing his bulge and bubble butt. I have to admit I was stopped in my tracks, immobilized as if by electric shock, unable to break my stare. He saw me and held my stare with that stern expression you see in the photo, scaring me at first as he made clear that I had been found out. Without thinking I licked my lips and he, in turn, grabbed his crotch, nodding in the direction of a portajohn nearby. Could this actually be happening? I asked myself. But he pointed and then I knew it was for real. I went in and left the door ajar. Two minutes or more went by and nothing happened. I was scared shitless about where this might lead. Then he suddenly entered and latched the door. Almost at once the air was pervaded by the spicy odor of his sweat. He opened his fly and pulled out this enormous dick. But then he turned away and began to piss in the fixture at the side. As I watched the golden stream from his penis I found myself envying the urinal. But then he finished and turned to me, his cock dangling in front of my face. The musk of his crotch brought all my erotic senses to attention as I leaned forward to lick his cock head, getting the last golden drops, salty and acrid, on my tongue. Instinctively I cupped his buns with my hands and pulled him closer to me, his hardening shaft thrusting to the back of my mouth. He grunted with satisfaction as I began to suck in earnest. And then I realized that more would be required as his hands held the back of my head and firmly pressed my face onto his rod. I struggled to relax my throat as his thickness began to fill me, so much so that it felt as if it was going to occupy my whole body. With the greatest concentration I managed to control my gag reflex as he began to fuck my face. I was terrified, but at the same time also thrilled beyond my wildest dreams. I ran the fingertips of one had up and down his crack while with the other I fondled his balls. He responded as if he liked it, so I pressed a finger on his pucker and ran it round and round. Amazingly, my finger slipped right in and I pushed it to the limit, where I soon found the walnut of his prostate. He grunted with male lust and groaned softly, losing control. Meanwhile, he was fucking me to the hilt, so that my nose was repeatedly buried in his sweaty bush. On and on this went, with me finger fucking his ass. Then his cock stiffened and I pushed my head back hard enough to get his cock shaft out of my throat so it lodged only in my mouth. He was streaming pre cum, remarkably sweet considering all the other tastes and smells. As I vigorously massaged his prostate he grunted fiercely, and then an amazing gush of hot creamy jism began to squirt into my mouth. I m not exaggerating; it totally filled my suck hole. I have blown many dicks, but I have never had a man cum in me as he did. I swallowed as fast as I could, but more still followed. Finally, his balls drained and his dick softening, he withdrew and rested his cock on my face as I licked and sucked his sweaty balls. All I could think was that if I should die today I would die happy. I wanted to tell him so, but before I realized what was happening he had pulled up his jeans, zipped, and slipped out of the cabin without uttering one word, leaving me to make my exit and get off the construction site as well as I might without attracting too much notice.
Who the hell are the asshole fags that write all this shit about these great macho guys? Haven't these pussy motherfuckers ever been around real men before? You would think they'd at least have enough self-respect not to grovel, preserving at least a shred of their own masculine dignity. This craven sissiness makes a waste of George Bush and Dick Cheney's efforts over the past seven years to establish the credibility of American balls.
I went into the small auto supply store just before noon on a Saturday, when all the stores in the neighborhood were supposedly closed for the sabbath, but this one was open with the lights out. The guy #2 in this group, filling in for his boss, the owner, was behind the counter, wearing a muscle T and jeans that fit like a second skin. I sized him up as a stunningly macho stud at the same time that i could tell he had sized me up as, well....let's be honest, a pussy faggot. I practically gulped when I saw him and barely was able to find my voice to ask for a gas tank cap (which I had managed to lose from the car I had borrowed from a friend). This guy disappeared to get the cap and, when he came back, blatantly overcharged me for it. I really didn't mind that, because it was worth it just to see this magnificent hunk of manhood. I wanted soooooo much just to kneel down right there on the spot and suck his dick, but I was afraid to say anything to that effect. I turned and went out the door, but once I was out I thought, give it a chance. At least with him on the other side of the counter he couldn't beat me up if he was a basher.
So I went back in, having noted that it was almost noon, and asked when he was locking up. He asked "why." And I screwed up the courage to ask," would you by any chance like a blow job?" I thought I might fall through the floor during the moments he stared at me without answering. But then he sneeringly chuckled, and said,"Yeah I figured you was a faggot. I could just kick your pussy ass down the street, but... what the fuck, sure, you can suck my dick, maybe more." I was hugely relieved he had not gotten violent and even more that he agreed. But the "maybe more" made my spirits soar. This could be really great. "You think you can handle my big dick?" he asked as he lifted the barrier for me to come behind the counter. I nodded. To be honest I was scared shitless as to how this would go, but--hey--why else is life an adventure?
We walked along an aisle of shelves crammed with stock, toward a window at the back, then turned right and went into a dark corner. There was no hesitation or rigamarole. He just opened his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. His big dick was bared and all I had to do was approach, kneel, and start to work. He's a big tough-looking guy who you'd expect could be pretty rude and rough. But he was actually gentle and considerate. He was
quick on the uptake and soon figured out that I would like him to talk nasty to me while I sucked his cock and balls. I can't really remember what he said except that it was so dirty it really turned me on. It made me work twice as hard to give him a good time and I had little trouble taking in his shaft all the way to the hilt. I was hoping it wouldn't end too soon and he obliged by holding back a long time. So, in fact, my jaws were getting sore by the time he blew his load, but the reward in a gush of hot creamy cum was worth any amount of effort. It was sooo goood getting to suck off a guy who is so much man. When he was finished I licked and sucked his balls some more. He got into it and puled out and turned around. So I ended up rimming him as well. I was hoping that would stir him up enough to get another hard-on, so he could fuck me. When he turned around again, I couldn't tell at first because his dick was sort of at half mast. But then he reached into one of his jeans pockets and pulled out a condom. "You want me to fuck you, too?" "Omigod, yesss!" I exclaimed. "You really like this stuff, don't you?" Moans of ecstasy from me answered "yes". I stood, whipped my jeans off and turned to give him access, as he stroked his cock to get it fully hard, then rolled on the rubber. He spat into his hand and lubed his shaft, then grabbing my hips he aimed right at my pucker. I pushed down inside to be able to receive him without too much pain. It hurt anyway, but I could not have cared less.
Because he had already come before, it took longer than it otherwise might, but that, to me, was a good thing. He began gently and only gradually became rougher. Before long he was going at it really hot and heavy, slamming against my ass hard enough to make my bones rattle (If I hadn't been bracing myself instead). His grunting and groaning turned me on so much that by the time he exploded in me I also came, shooting all over the floor. I thanked my lucky stars I had not chickened out on asking him in the first place. When he pulled off the rubber it was full of cum and his dick was coated. I licked his cock clean and then sucked the rest of his man juice out of the condom.
As I pulled up my jeans, he said, "Get the fuck out of here fast and make sure nobody sees you leaving from the front door."
Whenever I pass that store on a Saturday morning I wonder if I should go in and inquire about some spark plugs.
This is an account of how I came to suck off the young guy in the first pic, the one with the long uncut cock, and what it was like. So you can appreciate where I'm coming from in telling all this, you need first to know something about me and my cock sucking history.
I knew from early on that I am a queer, attracted to men and not the least bit to women, and I didn't do much to try to pretend otherwise, except when I needed to escape getting my ass whipped by homo phobes. But that was a long, long time ago. Today, as a 64 year old fag queen, I have been sucking dicks on a steady basis since I began at 14, and got into it on a concentrated basis when I turned 21 and could go into bars, clubs, and video arcades. In all that time I have sucked--just being honest, not bragging--literally thousands of penises, maybe 40k, and have swallowed almost all the cum they shot into my pussy mouth. I tried being selective in the early adult years, going after macho muscle guys, but in time most guys seemed like reasonable suckees. Needless to say, the less selective one is the more cocks you can suck. And,in fact, the more I sucked the more I was willing to suck and the more I wanted to be sucking. Living alone as I have, I was free to pursue my interest without restriction when I did not have to be at work earning a modest living. I got so good at spotting who was horny and thinking of places to go that didn't cost money that most days I have been able to get about three guys to open their fly for me. And I don't look for repeats, but I don't reject them either. Mostly they are just an extra bonus. Living ion the edge of midtown NYC didn't hurt, so just wandering the streets or going into video arcades, I could find horny guys even on Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, and the Fourth of July. Well, you see I have pretty much devoted my life to giving pleasure to strange men by sucking their dicks--not that I avoid getting fucked if that's an option.
In all this time I got used to guys who are sweaty or who haven't washed. In time you not only can put up with that kind of smell without gagging but it also even becomes a turn-on. So dirty clothes, facial stubble, and cheesy dicks don't put me off.
Even rimming their assholes is not a problem.
So when I ran into this hairy young guy on West 41st I could tell he was horny and I suspected, after long experience, that he would have a much better than average dick. And let me tell you, despite sucking whatever comes along doesn't mean I'm not a size queen, because I definitely am. I could see he was pretty dirty and hadn't shaved for at least two days. And since he seemed to be hairy I knew there would be odor issues. But I approached him anyway, and he agreed at once and we went into the nearest alley--one I know well, with a couple of good dark corners out of view from the street--and I knelt down straightaway.
He opened his fly and let down his pants below his crotch. Let me tell you I was fucking dazzled by that long shaft dangling before my eyes. But the foreskin--ah, that fabulous foreskin was what gave me a shock of delight. Uncut is always my favorite for several reasons of smell, taste, and sheer manliness,but a tight foreskin from which the head must press out is the most enticing. As soon as I saw it I knew I had to get my tongue inside it.
As I leaned forward the ripe musk of his crotch nearly bowled me over, not to mention the heady fertile aroma of his cock head. but, as I say, that just turns me on. So I stuck out my tongue and ran it over the bit of exposed head and then up and down the shaft. then i tried to get my tongue inside the tight 'skin and that was when I discovered that it was covering a layer of creamy cheese. never mind, I got to it and discreetly spat it into my hand as i sucked on the now-exposed head,. While I was doing that he lifted his hand to put them on the back of my head and it was then that I got a whiff of the odor from those hairy pits. All that just reminds me of what separates men form women.
Taking his cock into my mouth I began to suck in earnest, but even when it was at the back of my mouth only about half had disappeared between my lips. This, I realized, was going to be a challenge. I learned to deep-throat cocks many years ago. But friends, in full erection this kid;s dick is about 11 inches long and thick. He may be young but he knows all about face-fucking and with his hands pressing on the back of my head he thrust his crotch forward so that his monster snake began to slide into my throat. Controlling the gag reflex is one thing, but having a thick cock go several inches down your throat is another. It's as if the thickness is totally filling the space in your throat. And he was not shy about thrusting it in. Hey, I can understand that with an old fag queen kneeling before him he should feel somewhat sadistic. And frankly, I love it when a man wants to shame and hurt me: hell, it's only natural. But I'm telling u that I have had only a few cocks this long in my throat and it was all I could do to cope. I must say I appreciated his pulling back when he was ready to cum, because I hate to miss the taste of man juice in my mouth. His was really strong-tasting stuff---god knows what the little fucker had been eating and drinking. But it was amazing to see how much he came, more than is rightly natural. i was glad enough to swill his cum all day, but it was beyond anything I've seen before how much he squirted into my pussy mouth. He kept his cock in my mouth even after it softened and his hands also on the back of my head. It was then that I recognized he had something else in mind.
You're right. the little fucker started pissing in my mouth. when I gagged and coughed he pulled it out and pissed all over my face and then all over my upper body. My shirt was soaked. When he finished he quickly turn around, dropped his pants more and planted his ass square over my face. I like to rim a guy but I do like to hope he has at least wiped his ass well. You know already that his hygiene isn't much s, so you won't be surprised to learn that his asshole was very fragrant indeed. But I grabbed his hips and stuck my tongue where he wanted it and he groaned with delight. Well why else does one devote a whole lifetime to degrading sex?
I could go on and on but you got the idea of what happened. I must say I have sucked off many manlier guys, but was one sexy little dude and I really did like getting intimate with his crotch.
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