Aaahhhhh

First let me, put you in the picture. And when l mean put you in the picture, l mean just that. This is no ordinary, gay sex story or fantasy. As Phil Collins would say it's audience participation time! Both you and me know why your reading this story. Because you like to get horny, and so do I. Let's have some fun together. Let your mind go rampant with imagination. I can sense you member starting to pulsate, at just the thought of my hand slowly undoing your lower shirt button. Then I slowly put my hand through your shirt onto your lower abdomen, just above your belly button. I then slowly spread my finger's so that one of them goes below your waistband of your trousers. I can now sense your dick starting throb even harder, and starting to rise.

As I move my hand down you underwear, I feel the tip of your penis, and give it a gentle squeeze. This even excites you more, as it grows even bigger still. With my other hand I slowly undo the rest of your trouser,and lower them to you ankles. By now you are really get hot, and want more. Well be patient, everything comes to them who waits ?. I can now feel my penis starting to get really hard and hot. The front of my 501's are beginning to feel tight. Maybe you could help me out of them.

Yes! No don't shout so loud, I know what you want , and you know what I want. You grab hold of the top button. And pull on the flap, it pop's open all the way down. You can see my prick ready to jump out of my underwear straight at you.You'd love to give it a squeeze. Well what's stopping you, we both like it. You reach over to touch it. You can feel the warmth from it and love the silky texture. You give it a few rub's with you hand. Then slip your hand around my back and slowly lower them to the waistband of my underwear. You lower underwear to my knees and in going so, you feel my penis brush against, your face. You then get up and we look at each other in the eyes. And wonder what the other ones, thinking

Although we are both thinking the same thing, l'd love to have some fun. So we both put our arms around each other, and pull out bodies closer together. And at the same time we fall onto a bed. Where we both just roll around pushing our body even closer to each other. We both can feel each others penis rubbing against the others body.I suggest, we remove our remaining clothes, too which we both hurriedly remove the piece we have left on. We are now both completely naked on the bed on or knees, looking at each other. Our penis are hard and about half inch from each other. We both rub our hands over the others thighs and up and down each others sides and back, But we are both hoping for more. I reach around with one arm around your waist and the other just below your arm pit, and pull you close to me. You can now feel my penis touching your abdomen, and yours mine. It feels so good. We both roll around the bed, rubbing our bodies together. Our hand are everywhere, exploring one anothers bodies. I grab your penis with one hand and your ball sac with the other.

And start to very slowly play with both. You do the same to me, we are both in what they call the sixty-nine position. Playing with one anothers penis and ball sac. We are both again thinking, I wish he would put it in his mouth. As we both know we love to have our cock's sucked. But again we both hesitate, thinking that the other might think we are either perverse or does want to do it? You final take courage in your hand and grab one of the condoms that are on the table at the side of the bed, open the packed and put the condom in your mouth. You then slowly lower your head down onto my prick, and put the condom on with your mouth. And start to tease my penis with your tongue. Ooh it feels so good. And I look down and see that the condom is green. So l reach over and grab one of the green condoms, and start to do the same. I opened the pack and place it in my mouth. And start to apply it to your firm cock. I roll the condom all the way down to the base of your cock and in doing so get the full length of your cock into my mouth.

It feels so good and the green condom turns out to be peppermint flavor, my favorite sweet. I'm rolling your cock around in my mouth with my tongue and sucking on the end, and sometimes pulling my head of it. And when I do so you can hear it pop out of my mouth with a "plop." We both keep on doing this a while and at the same time with the other hand we are still messaging the ball sac with one hand. And the other is rubbing each others sides, back, thighs, arse,etc.

This feels so good I could go on for hours, but we both know. It isn't possible without us cuming. At that point a could feel your balls try and raise themselves closer to you body. So I held on to them and tried to stop them advancing up . But at the same time trying not to hurt you. I presumed you could feel the same as I could feel myself getting ready to ejaculate. So I said I wanted you to start wanking me off. And your reply was the same, we both got up on our knees and faced each other and grabbed the other penis, in hand. And slowly started the upward ,downward movement. And slowly increased it, in rhythmic tune with each other. We where looking into each others eyes and every now and again we would close our eyes and think to ourselves of what was about to happen. We knew we were both about to cum, I gave out a silent moan of aah, Yes! And could feel myself starting to cum, but did not stop the rythmic stoke on my partner, or he on me. I could feel the rush of sperm, fill the condom. And see it filling up will sperm. Aah, that felt good, and we still kept the rhythm going.

The head of my cock was burning with desire, and l didn't want it to stop. Then when I look across at you you had your eyes closed and could see your condom beginning to fill up with sperm at it pulsated into the condom, load after load. Even though we both had cum, we both where still pumping away at each other cocks.The both start to sag, so we both stop and removed our own condoms. My dick was glowing red hot, although it was hot, it still felt great We both grabbed a tissue and wiped them clean. I asked what did you want to do next, as we both lied on the bed and could feel the heat from each others body. You reach over and grabbed the KY jelly and started to rub some on my dick. It was cold at first, but soon warmed up with the massaging of it into my dick. Again I said what now!

But there was no reply. As it was now your turn to tell me what you wanted. And as I said at the beginning it audience participation time. So get writing to me and tell me what you want, Who knows you might get what you want, if it all possible ? Your dream or fantasy could cum true. You don't have to wish upon a star but reply to me ?

The Trouble With Bart

I made sure that no one was looking as I lifted the heavy metal emergency escape hatch. The Bay Area Rapid Transit District, "BART" to some, had installed the hatches into the sidewalks of San Francisco as a safety precaution. I used them as an entrance to some of the best day-time cruising around. Below,the muted blue and yellow lights made it hard for me to see as I started down the ladder, letting the door down as carefully as I could.

Normally, late afternoons were the best cruising in the underground system of tunnels. My cock shifted against the leather strap I used as a cockring, anticipating action to come.

I had been cruising the BART catacombs for about six months.The cops hadn't yet figured out what was going on down here.There were about a hundred or a hundred and fifty men that frequented these tunnels and passageways on a more or less regular basis, using the thirty or so escape hatches for their comings and goings. I never told anybody about the catacombs that I wouldn't want to make it with; it was usually so dark down here that you couldn't always tell whose dick you had in your mouth or up your ass. Just about everyone else did likewise. I never ran into anybody down here that wasn't hot and always horny. Some of the guys that virtually "lived" down here called themselves BARTmen. They wore BART tickets in their leather caps or sticking out of the brim in their cowboy hats; it looked pretty ridiculous, but served its purpose as a signal to other BARTmen.

An oncoming rush of wind told me that a BART train was headed my direction. I stepped back against the wall, feeling for the door that ran between the east- and west-bound tunnels. I found the door handle with my hand and turned it just as the headlight of the BART train caught me darting into the unlit passageway. The door behind me slammed shut as the roar of the train got louder, then passed. After the noise of the train had gone, familiar sounds told me that I wasn't alone in the passageway. The unmistakable sound of man-sex made my already hardening cock strain even harder against the leather ring around my cock and balls. I got a cigarette lighter out of my pocket and lit a cigarette. In the shadows I could see at least two guys goin' at it, hard.

I recognized the shorter of the two men. It was Mike, my ex- roommate. Mike and I had lived together off and on for a lot of years.

We first met back in 1975 when we both got pick-pocketed at Mr. B's Ballroom on Sixth Street. We went home together, complaining about our lost wallets, and took consolation in some grass and hot sex. Mike moved in two months later.

Mike had a great build and he convinced me to join a gym,back then, before it was fashionable. As a result of the years of workouts, neither of us were in bad shape. In fact, Mike was a year older than me, yet appeared and acted several years younger.

Mike and I tried the lover bit for a while, but we where too interested in finding hot numbers to make a go of it. Instead we became close friends and desperation fuck buddies. Mike was my best friend and we had similar tastes in men. "Breathing."

Mike worked for the phone company on the walk-in repair crew. Since they screwed up all the phone companies, Mike hasn't had much to do. He spends the best part of every day getting his ass pounded or his sizable dick worked on down here in the Bart catacombs.

The other guy was hot. Tall, about six foot two, short brown hair, mustache and really big pecs. His Levis were around his knees as he pounded Mike's ass with at least eight fat inches. My cock was straining to get out of my Levis, already a drop of pre-cum oozing out of the slit.

Mike was pulling on his dick, every once in a while spitting on his hand. By the angle of his hard dick I could tell that he wouldn't mind if I helped him out with a little head. I pulled a bottle of amyl out of my jeans, knelt in front of Mike and took his 7 incher down my throat with a loud swallow. I opened the poppers and took a snort and passed them to Mike. Mike gave them to the dude that by now was really pumping his ass. He grabbed the poppers, inhaling them through his mouth. He coughed then took another hit.

"Make it tight, man," he panted as the poppers took hold,"I'm gonna' pop now! Oh, shit man, here I cum."

Mike started to squeeze his ass tight to get every drop of hot cum. At the same time, he started to shoot down my throat. His dick got bigger and longer than I ever remember it as it squirted load after hot load down by tight, eager throat.

My hot cock was about bursting though my Levis. I reached down and tried to unbutton them while my throat was still being jabbed. Mike was still fucking my face hard. My jaw was getting tired, he had a big piece of meat! Finally, I said, "What ya tryin' to do, asshole, come again?"

Mike said, "Nick, is that you? I though that blow-job felt familiar!" He pulled his slimy cock out of my face. I could finally reach down again to free my meat. The last button in my fly finally gave way when the number that had been pounding mike's ass pulled out his big dick with a moan. I was still on my knees feeling for the poppers and stroking my dick with my other hand when I feel his dick bein' shoved in my face. "You can clean it off, if ya want," he said as his dick brushed my nose.

These guys had come and I still wasn't ready to shoot, but I'm a sucker for a huge dick. I didn't answer him. Instead, I started licking his dick and balls real slowly. I could tell that his dick was still sensitive from the righteous fucking he had just given Mike.

I was still feeling around for the poppers, kinda halfheartedly, because I really liked what I was doin' and wanted to keep my mind on this guy's dick. Mike had evidently found them;he held the bottle near my nose and told me to take a hit. I did, still sucking on this monster dick, and when they hit, I really started to work this dude's meat. His hot cock was starting to get really hard again, my sucking and licking making him squirm.

The door at the end of the passageway opened letting in a little light. A dark figure entered carrying a lit flashlight. The passageway door slammed shut behind him, but not before I caught a glimpse of the holstered gun at his side. The uniform he was wearing was unfamiliar, though. He wasn't one of San francisco's finest. Then I remembered where we were. BART. A BART cop.

"What are you assholes doing down here?", he said, evidently not believing his eyes. I still had the tall dude's dick in my mouth and he was getting close again. I was pullin' on my dick while Mike had moved around and was toying with the tall guy's ass.Mike had a devil of a tongue.

The cop continued to shine his light in my eyes. He said,"OK, you cocksuckers, knock it off and stand up! You are under arrest for trespassing and lewd conduct."

Mike stood up from his rimming and pulled up his pants about half way. The cop shined his light on Mike's face, then on mike's still hard and getting harder dick. The light stayed on mike's dick as the cop continued, "Whadda we have here, a fairy fuck den?". He never took his light off Mike's dick.

I had stopped sucking on the tall guy's dick. I started to stand and said, "Can I light a cigarette, sir?"

The cop said, "Sure, asshole, suck on a cigarette!"

I lit a smoke and let the lighter remain lit while I tried to take a better look at this almost-cop. He was short, no more than five eight or nine. He had curly black hair, and what looked like blue eyes. He was well built, though. His chest was thick and he looked like he might have the worlds hottest cop ass under those uniform pants. I even thought I detected a substantial basket in those loose pants.

"Ok, assholes, get up against that wall and get out some id," the cop said, his gun still holsterred. "I want to see that id now."

I stood up and took a step towards the wall, my Levis still at my ankles, my dick still hard. Here I was in a BART passage with 2 other mostly naked hot men and a short hot BART cop with his light still pointed at Mike's dick. I tripped on my pant leg and fell forward, skinning my elbow.

"Are you OK?", the cop wanted to know. The cop stepped in my direction and helped me stand up. He accidentally brushed my dick as I got up. "Excuse me," the cop said. The cop stood there, starring at us.

That was all it took for me, skinned elbow or no skinned elbow, to laugh. Mike looked at me and looked at the cop and also started to laugh. The cop looked flustered, but he still had the gun. Then it dawned on me that he might have a gun, but there was no badge on his blue uniform. The growing bulge in the cops pants made it even more clear. If this was a cop, he was interested in something more than our IDs.

"Here's my ID,", I told the cop, pulling my pants up and reaching for my wallet. I gave him my drivers license, out of the plastic holder like they always ask.

"So, Nick, do you always fuck in the BART tunnels?" the cop said handing me back my license. "I've never caught you down here before have I? I think I would remember your ass if I had seen it before."

Mike's friend handed over his ID after finally finding his pants and feeling for his wallet. As the cop looked at his ID,we all got a better look at the cop. Mike's friend said, "I with you would just walk outta here and forget us. We weren't hurting anybody or destroying BART property or anything. Jesus, give us a break and go catch a criminal or something."

The cop said nothing, but shined his light at the tall dude,looking him over well.

"Sir, may I see your badge, please", I said, knowing that this dude in a BART cop uniform probably didn't have one. Bart cops don't accidentally brush your hard squirming dick and then say "Excuse me."

The almost-cop looked a little panicked. He started to say something then turned his light to the door and started to quickly leave the passageway. Since I had my pants up where I could maneuver, I quickly ran after him and tackled him just before he reached the door. His flashlight clanged to the floor and went out. It was again pitch-black in the passageway. I kicked the flashlight with my foot and it came back on, dimly illuminating the passage way and a previously unseen sign painted on the wall that said "No Smoking." I felt for his gun in the holster, and as I suspected, it was plastic. I rolled him over on his back. Mike lit a match and said "Now, for some real fun with a fake cop!"

"Paul, get his boots off," Mike told the tall guy.

I guess the guy knew Mike from before. Anyway, Paul went about removing the cop's boots, while I managed to get the not-cop's handcuffs from the regulation-looking cuff holster and around his wrists. Mike was now sitting on the cop's chest, still hard dick over the cop's unsmiling face.

"Suck it, asshole," Mike said to the cop. "Eat my dick, you fake asshole."

To Mike's surprise, the cop started to tongue his fat dick with a great deal on enthusiasm. Mike said, "Hey, look at this!This guy's a cocksucking pro!" Mike reached around for the cop's hardening dick as Paul and I managed to get the non-cop's uniform pants off and grind his jockstrapped ass into the cement. The tip of the cop's hard uncut meat was poking above the jockstrap.Mike's meat was being worked over by this hot, curly haired Italian fake cop. Mike was working his hand under the jockstrap,while Paul and I pulled the cop's legs up to get a better feel for his ass and balls.

I said, "My turn, guys." I felt for the cop's butt-hole and stuck a dry finger in to loosen it up a little. That was unnecessary. I spat into my hand and rubbed the spit on my past-ready-to-cum cock. I pressed the head of my dick against the cop's hole and pushed in hard. The cop grunted, his mouth still full of Mike' dick. I eased my dick into the cop's butt, first easy, then harder. This cop had been fucked before.

Paul had moved into position between Mike and me, also straddling the cop. Mike had his dick in and out of the cop's mouth, Paul had his again-hard cock in my face. The cop's freed meat banged alternately against his stomach and Mike's ass as mike face-fucked the cop.

I tasted Paul's meat as I pounded the cop's asshole. There is nothing better than having a cock in your mouth and your cock in a hot man-hole. I started to tongue Paul's balls as I got closer to cumming. Paul reached down and grabbed my tits; he squeezed hard and my cock got ready to shoot.

Mike started moaning and moved forward on the cop. Mike sat on the cop's face and said, "Eat my asshole, man. Suck my ass."

To my surprise, Paul pulled his dick out of my mouth an turned around and bent over. Somehow, I knew he wanted my tongue in his hole. I started to rim this man's hairy hole, my tongue darting in and out, when I could hold back no longer. I shot my load into the cop, and kept pumping his ass until it hurt. I pulled out and lowered the cop's legs.

Mike kept his position on the cop's face, still squirming with the cop's nose and tongue on his ass. Paul reached down for the cop's sizable hard prick. He spat on his hand and lub'd his asshole with the slimy spit. He crouched over the cop's meat and sat on it 'til it disappeared up Paul's willing ass.

Still not ready to quit, I again straddled the cop and took Paul's prick in my hot mouth, my jaw beginning to ache from overuse. Paul was bouncing up and down on the cop's dick and trying to face-fuck me at the same time. Paul's dick tasted great and smelled even better. Mike was pullin on his meat, the cop still fucking Mike with his tongue. Mike pulled his ass off the cop's face and shoved his cock down his throat with a, "... take my load, man. Suck my dick. Ahhhh, ... shit!"

Paul had been holding back. He squirted his load in my mouth, the cum dripping out and running down my face. His thrusts matched the rhythm of the cop's prick pounding deep in his gut. The cop below me, Mike's dick still in his mouth, shook and spasmed as he unloaded into Paul's red-hot asshole.

With a deserved moan, Paul pulled off the cop's still hard prick. I felt for the dick; it was at least eight inches and it seemed like it was as big around as a beer can. Paul sat next to the cop, on the cement. Mike had resumed his position on the cop's face. (Mike never did know when to quit.)

I took the cop's smelly cum-dripping dick in my hand. I moved over the cop and tried to force the meat up my willing ass.At first it seemed impossible. I've had a lot of dicks up my ass, including some pretty big ones, but this one was both long and big around. Finally, my sphincter gave way and I relaxed onto the monster cock. I worked on my dick for a minute with my hand. As I impaled myself with the cop's meat, I shot onto the cop's chest, working my dick hard with my fist.

Mike had finally given up trying to come again, and set next to Paul on the floor. Paul was feeling around for his clothes. Mike finally found his clothes after crawling around on his hands and knees for a while.

The cop under me was breathing hard and bucking, his dick still in me. I tightened my ass as much as I could, the man- meat offering a hot resistance. My ass was getting sore. Finally,the cop came again. I got off him as soon as he relaxed. I felt as if somebody had driven a truck through me. I felt great.

I felt around for the keys to open the handcuffs the cop was still wearing. I couldn't find them anywhere.

"You got the keys to these things?" I asked the cop.

"No, I never expected to use them," he answered sheepishly.

"Well, here's one," I said as I pulled the ever-present 'cuff key from my key ring, spat on it, and gently shoved it up his butt-hole. "Convince the next guys that wander in here to help you find it. I'm sure they'll be willing to help you, Officer!"

Paul, Mike and I, smiling and well-fucked, walked out of the passage, opened the escape hatch, and up and into the daylight.

Blame

Sex in a Back-room, with Optional Condoms? It's twenty past twelve. It's hot, it's steamy, and above all it's sexy. The barman is hassled though, too many customers and the bar is too small. He should have had help tonight, but the other barman has called in sick again. There's not a lot he can say. It's to be expected.

Some people think he's quite cute, fuckable. But he's not interested in picking-up tonight. He's got a sore arse from last night. He told me. We're friends. He works on the scene because he's a bit of a tease, and likes the attention. Since he started work here, wearing his skimpy shorts and vests he's never looked back. Never had so much trade in his life, he says. He told me once he gets a real buzz when he bends over - to get a bottle out the fridge, or to pick-up change he's dropped. He likes to show people his best asset, doesn't like to leave anything to the imagination. Talking of assets, he's also been known to get the odd hard-on. They're a bit of a spectacle, make some peoples night. He's not shy about getting rid of them either. He nips over the bar and goes glass collecting, in the back-room.

There are two glasses next to the till. One is nearly full with Michael's tips. The one for the Rubberstuffers money - subsidised packs of condoms and lube - is empty but for a pound. The crowd's younger than usual tonight. I think some of them are students. There's also been more than the usual amount of drinking. It looks as though there's a fair bit of Dutch courage floating around.

One week, about six months ago, this young guy was so drunk he couldn't stand without help. He couldn't have been more than twenty-five. Some lads helped him into the back. Held him up as they fucked him. Five or six of them. The room was packed. Couldn't move to get near him. I got involved in something after that and lost sight of him. He'd gone by the time I came out. He wouldn't have done that unless he were pissed. The regulars are here. Don't know their names, but recognise them. Hardly ever see them anywhere but here. I bumped into one in the bank one day. He recognised me but didn't say a word. He shot off as soon as he could. Later, when I saw him here, he smiled and gave me a knod. It was as if he were saying 'You know how it is, can't say hello...'.

I shouldn't say this, but most of the people here fall into types. It's not a politically correct thing to say, but then I don't think of myself as a politically correct person. The tired, thick waisted business men, with their grey faces and out-moded hairstyles always want to kiss you then fuck you. The hard-core skinheads in combat fatigues and heavey boots are nearly always passive. The students either want blow jobs or want to give them. And the ones who get themselves shit-faced don't know what the fuck they want - you can usually give them what you like.

There's a guy at the end of the bar looks like some kind of drama student. His clothes don't match, they're all a bit warn and scruffy. He's wearing a squalid pair of bermuda shorts with some kind of African pattern on them. His T-shirt's tie-died, blue and white. The only nearly trendy thing about him is his boots, but even they look like they're a couple of sizes too large. It's cruel to say, but when he turns side-ways he looks like a sledge-hammer. He's been standing there all night with a hand in his pocket. Earlier I thought he was having a little seruptitious wank. This place is strange sometimes, when it comes to sex. If a couple come in and have a kiss people get really pissed-off. But if two strangers hit it off and end up down each others throats everyone either gets jealous or horny. Now and again two people will stand front to back, the one in front giving the one behind a wank. No-one minds, but if anything else happens they'll be asked to stop. And all of this, even though, thirty feet away, people are screwing themselves senseless. I don't understand it, don't think I ever will. It's a crazy kind of double standard. There's a pub in Peckham that's got it right; once in, anything goes.

Anyway, he's been dancing from foot to foot all night. He's given nearly everyone in the bar the eye, been scanning backwards and forwards since I came in at least. There's no-one near him now. He's chased them all off, been trying too hard. He's begging for it, and it's kind of embarrassing. I'd even say he's so desperate he's insidious. I can't make up my mind what he needs most; a therapist, boyfriend or fuck. I might be able to help with the former, but as for the latter two...

I've come across his type before. Terminally desperate for affection. He's the sort of guy who tries to kiss you in Russell Square after he's sucked you off. He thinks most gay men are callous and insensitive, and if we were all just a little bit more understanding we'd all get along so much better. Makes me wonder what's brought him here. Still probably thinks sex is a purely divine experience - practically it's physical, essentially it's spiritual - and all of that middle-class Christian stuff. I'd like to think if he made it out back his problems would be solved. But I'm sure they wouldn't. He'd walk away feeling guilty. Talking of guilt, reminds me of a joke a good Christian friend once played on me. 'Could you sleep with a Fundamentalist Christian?' he asked.

'Yes, I could,' I said. 'So long as I thoughthe was cute...' 'So you don't think the guilt would be difficult to handle?' At this I let slip my set piece about sex being something to be proud of; 'If two people are acting maturely, know what they're doing, and aren't going to hurt anybody, I just don't see where guilt comes into it. I certainly wouldn't feel guilty,' I said, and so on. At this point he let a big grin slip across his face. 'I wasn't talking about yours,' he said. 'I meant theirs!' Not all my friends get this. I think it's one of those jokes that only Christians find really funny.

There's a couple of skinheads leaving the back room. On their way home by the looks of things. I can't make out whether they're friends or have just met. Well, as they've made space, I think it's time for me to see what's happening. It's time for me to go on that long walk. I must admit, this is the bit I find hardest. It's not that I'm embarrassed, it's just I don't like such a knowing audience. I think backrooms should have backdoors for people like me - well it's just an idea. Before I face the crowds, I'll get Michael to give me another drink. Well, here goes.

It's just you and your hard-on and as much as you can take. That's the point of anonymous sex. It's quick, it's easy, and when you're out and about - at the Square say - it unnerving. Ever had an orgasm when you're nearly sick with fright? You should do, it's fabulous. It'd be a bit much to tell you what went on. I'm not into all that voyeuristic stuff. And anyway, towards the end it all went wrong. It's clouded everything. A guy wanted to fuck me. He was nudging around my arse with his cock. I felt behind to check him out. Nice cock, but he didn't have a condom on. So I whisper to him to put a condom on. He says 'What?' and I think he hasn't heard me. So, I tell him again to put a condom on. Then he tells me 'No. Why should I?' I hit the fucking roof. You can imagine. I think I made a bit of a fool of myself. Everyone turned to look at us, moved away. 'Why the fuck not? Why the fuck not?' I shouted. As if he had to fucking ask! 'Why the fuck do you think? Go on tell me?' He didn't say a word. He tried to back-off out of the way but he was stuck in the corner. I really began to lose my rag. 'How about 'because I asked you too', that's one reason. Or how about the other reason.' I could sense people were getting really uncomfortable now. Someone heckled something along the lines of why didn't I just leave him alone and find someone else. 'Forget it mate,' someone else shouted. 'Why don't you just leave it'.

Normally, people saying things like that shuts me up. I'm not very good when it comes to confrontations. I can stand my own when I'm really forced too, but normally I make the best piece and back down. But this guy's attitude really pissed me off. So I carried on with what I was saying. 'Because I don't want to fuckin' die. Is that a good enough reason for you?' He didn't seem to get it. He had this blank look on his face. 'A.I.D.S you fucking stupid little shit. Remember it? That little virus that rots you from the inside out.'

Part of me wishes I hadn't said it quite like that. I mean, it's not a very nice way to put it is it? to tell people they're rotting from the inside. It's cruel. Some of the guys in that back room are dying, or 'living with the virus' as they like to put it. And I'm sure it's the last thing they wanted to be reminded of. But I couldn't help it.

I'm about to be fucked by a complete stranger in a backroom, and I decide to get on my moral high horse. It's a bit fresh in a way. But then again it's not. I mean what else am I meant to do? Let him fuck me?

Some of my friends are dying. A few of them have died. They didn't want to die. I didn't want them to die. And as far as we could tell, it wasn't their fault. As soon as they started to hear rumours about the bug they did what they could. I remember the day Edward told me he thought he probably had it. He cried for hours. Some guy he fucked two years before had died. They'd fucked without condoms, before anyone knew anything. Edward didn't go for the test. He couldn't face a doctor telling him what he already knew. When he started getting night-sweats, that's when he went to the doctors. They confirmed it. He was dying. He died two years ago now. It's been two years, but I still can't look at photos of him. He was a dancer, chorus line in musicals. He'd done the Variety Show and been on tour in loads of things. He was in his mid-thirties when I met him.

He was fourteen stone of solid, camp muscle. I'd have fancied him if he was a bit younger. When he died he was just under seven stone, blind and covered in sores. He died wearing a nappy. It made think of something someone once said about life - something about ending up where you started off. Back then I thought that it was no way for anyone to die. Not for someone like Edward. He could be a pig headed little shit, but we loved him, and he loved life - well, most of the time. I'm beginning to change my mind now. Some people don't like me for saying it, but what else can I say? I'm beiginning to think some people deserve to die. I went for a test. Even though I knew I was going to be negative I was shitting myself all the time I waited for the result. Even the nurse said that I shouldn't have anything to worry about. I was young enough to have had the right information at the right time. I hit puberty just as A.I.D.S hit the States. By the time it was over here I was stocked up with condoms and lube. I have to confess, when the doctor told me I was negative, I cried. I just couldn't have faced the prospect of being positive. Not now. Not just as everything is starting off for me.

But, that guy who wanted to fuck me. He deserves everything that's coming to him. You can't tell me he hasn't been informed. You can't tell me he hasn't noticed that's there's a nasty little bug going around that's killing people - that the world hasn't suddenly become obsessed with little sheathes of rubber. I suppose that's what I'm saying here. Some of these people with A.I.D.S. don't deserve our sympathy. And I'm beginning to think they don't deserve our help either. If that's the bed they've chosen to lie in then they can die in it by themselves. Why shouldn't they? You must admit, he's guilty of something? You can't tell me he's not to blame - not if he's been informed, not if he knows the risks. He might not care about himself. But what about me? Is he really that selfish?

There's this conspiracy of silence surrounds people like him. No-one in that backroom stood-up for me. Perhaps they thought I was doing a good enough job by myself. I don't think so. Not when they shouted the things they said. There's hardly a condom on the floor when that place closes. And there's no-way you're going to tell me that everyone took them home with them, or that everyone in there was positive. And it's not just been that guy either. He's not been the first to try and fuck me without a condom. He wont be the last. No matter what anyone says, some people wont listen. If you want to ask me, I'm not affraid to say it, because I really do think that some people deserve everything that's coming to them. And believe me, it's coming to them.

First Time BBS

Reading some of the stuff on here, I guess I was a late bloomer, but it wasn't from lack of trying. I knew I was hot for guys since I was in junior high school, but I never felt like trying anything with my friends. The one or two guys that I did know that were cute enough to want to do it with were real straight arrows and I never had the guts to any more than jerk off while thinking about them. As a result, I didn't have my first time until after I had graduated school and started working and moved out on my own.

One night after work I stopped off at one of the porny bookstores to see if there was anything I felt like buying. There wasn't, so I decided to check out some of the loops in the booths. In those days, the holes were covered up with anything, but despite my horniness, I'd never done anything in one of them. This particular night, I was standing there rubbing my dick through my pants, and I saw a big dick come though the hole on the right. I wanted to play with it sooo bad, but I thought this was sleazy and I was very nervous. It disappeared as soon as my quarter ran out and the lights came on, and since I was nervous, I decided to go home and beat off. As it happened, he came out of his booth the same time I came out of mine, and I got a good look at the guy. He was very handsome, about my age, dressed in a suit just like I was. He was almost the exact opposite of me.

I'm dark-haired and he was blonde. I'm brown-eyed and he was blue. He was cleanshaven, I had a 'stache. I would have liked to invite him home with me but I was too scared and I didn't know exactly how to do it or whether he'd be interested or whether he was an axe murdered or anything. My dick was so hard it hurt, but I was scared. I left and went out and down the subway stairs that were right there, and only started to relax once I was on the platform. That didn't last long though, because I turned around - after looking to see if the train was coming - to see him standing behind me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, that's how nervous I was. My hard-on also came back, so I was really getting conflicting signals here. There weren't too many people on the platform, and I guess I was looking at him as often as he was looking at me. Once I found myself willing to participate in this, I realized I was more horny than nervous, and I started to calm myself down. Maybe this is how guys meet each other, I thought. It took all the courage I had to do what I did next.

I walked over next to him and asked if he had the time. As soon as I said it, I realized how stupid that sounded. He gave me the time, and smiled at me. I smiled back and said thanks. We just looked at each other for a minute, and he said, "Guess you didn't see anything upstairs?" I turned beet red, and said no. He said, "Me either," and then after a brief pause, "except you." If it was possible to turn redder, I did, but I managed to say thanks for the compliment. I tried to compose myself, and then said that I thought he was very goodlooking too. Then came the big moment: he asked if I wanted to go home with him. I said yes. The train didn't take too long, and he lived in an area that I knew (which I was happy about in case I had to leave in a hurry). As he closed his apartment door, he didn't even turn on the lights, he just turned and grabbed me, hugging me, and I nearly creamed myself right then and there.

He hugged and kissed me, and then fell to his knees on the floor right in the foyer, opened my belt and unzipped my fly, and pulled my pants and briefs right down and sucked my dick into his mouth. It felt so good I almost passed out - and I had no idea of what I should be doing! It must have showed, because he took my dick out of his mouth and asked what was the matter. "Nothing," I said, and then admitted, "I've never done this before." He stood up and gave me an odd look. "Then it's time we made up for it. Let's do it right." Right there in the hallway he took off my jacket, then unbuttoned my shirt and made me step out of my pants and briefs, which were down to my ankles.

I kicked off my own shoes, and found myself standing there in just my socks, with a big hard-on jutting out from between my legs. Then he said, "Now you undress me." It was strange taking the clothes off another man, and my hard dick kept brushing against him, causing me to shudder everytime. I had to stand behind him to unbutton the buttons on his shirt and undo his belt, but then I moved around to his front to take everything off. I tossed his clothes where he'd thrown mine, right on the arm of the couch by the door. He did his own shoes, and when he started to take off his socks, I did the same thing, and we were both standing there naked in the foyer with hard cocks. Now I had a chance to look at his body, and I guess he was doing the same thing to me. Once again, we were still opposites. I had a really hairy chest, and he was very smooth. I was cut, he looked uncut (I'd read enough porny magazines to be able to spot one, though this was the first one I'd ever seen). My groin was really hairy, and he only had a small patch of blonde hair right over his shlong.

My dick was long and only average thick, but his was thicker and not quite as long. I couldn't believe I was standing there naked with another naked man, finally! All of a sudden he reached out and grabbed my dick, and pulled me by it right into his bedroom. It looked like mine - a mess - but I didn't care. He pushed me down on the bed and then kneeled down between my legs and took my dick into his mouth again. Again I felt like I'd pass out, and I guess he was experienced enough to know it, because he let go quickly, and hopped onto the bed with me, pushing me down. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me, sticking his tongue into my mouth, and grinding our cocks together between our crotches. This was hot! I felt him reach down for a minute and take his cock and push it between my legs. It felt great - I could feel it up against my balls and between my legs, and my cock was rubbing against his lower stomach and the little patch of hair above his meat. It felt great! He went back to kissing me and I could feel him thrusting up and down between my legs, like I was a woman and he was fucking me.

I guess he thought so too, because he growled and groaned and stiffened up, and I could feel it getting wet down there - he had come between my legs! As soon as I felt his body relax from the orgasm, he swung around and sucking my dick into his mouth again. This time he didn't stop, and too fast, I came. It felt like I was turning inside out, and I must have really shot more than usual, because he (the experienced one), gagged a little and I could see the cum dripping out of his mouth. After we both finished, we didn't say too much to each other. We got dressed and exchanged phone numbers, but he never called me and I never had the guts to call him.

This happened to me when I about 14. At that time, while I had had repressed thoughts about men once in a while, I thought myself "straight." Occasionally, though, my eyes would gravitated to a man's crotch and I'd try to make out his dick and balls in 1/2 second or less, or I'd look at a friend's dick while he pissed -- in an even shorter length of time. When I DID think of men, it was usually in terms of fellow teenagers because to me, the adult sex world was an unreachable, forbidden place. After all, the adults were the morality setters, and it was they who enforced it. This one special summer, I didn't know it, but I was going to visit that adult sex world whether I wanted to or not!

At that time, my family lived in an apartment building that was attached to 2 other buildings. In the back, the buildings shared long fire escapes on each floor, like iron balconies, that ran from house to house, window to window. That summer, the family that lived next to us moved out and a couple of "bachelors" moved in. One day, I was sitting on the fire escape, bored with nothing to do, so I decided to look into the window next door and try to see the new neighbors. The idea was to look in by "accidently" glancing in that direction -- since it's impolite (and illegal?) to purposely look into a person's window. So I slowly and casually walked in front of the window, with my back to it, and took a fast look. I couldn't believe what I saw!: There was a naked man standing there, looking at me, stroking his huge stiff cock. It was the first time I saw a naked man, and the first time I saw a hard-on other than my own.

After I recovered from the shock, I took another quick look. He was a good looking guy about 30, with a good shape, tanned, sandy hair and blue or gray eyes. He had been waiting for me all this time to come and look in his window. Having realized what I had seen, my cock raced down the side of my leg, creating a long and painful mound in my tight jeans. I was burning-hot and very scared at the same time; after all, my parents were only a few feet away in the next room and I wasn't prepared for this! Since it was no longer secret that we were looking at each other, I boldly took longer glances -- still not believing what I was seeing. I looked at his broad, handsome shoulders and well-developed pecs, covered with soft-looking chest hair. His chest hair concentrated a little as it surrounded his nipples. It then stampeded downward to his deep navel, then still downward, to join his pubic hair.

Out of this sandy-brown forest stood his mighty rod, waiting impatiently to explode. Underneath were his brown balls, firm and big. He kept stroking with a twisting, wringing motion, and I wondered how he could do it for so long without cumming. As I looked at it, mesmerized, I realized that that was what I always wanted; that this was the way it was supposed to be; that looking at him and being hot was "right". The thing was so big, so hard, so hairy; to have it thrust upon me under those circumstances was really cruel. It wasn't the guy's fault, of course, but circumstances. I didn't know what to do. I watched for a while, then went back into the house, went into the bathroom, and jerked off a couple of times. I was so happy because I realized that I had access to an adult, naked male that I could look whenever I wanted to, then jerk off later. The idea of making actual, physical contact was non-existent.

It took me days to whip up the courage to go to his window again. First, I had to wait for darkness (I wasn't about to look again in broad daylight!); then, I had to wait for my family to be out -- it wasn't easy. This time it would be obvious that I WANTED to look again -- badly -- which was an admission to myself and to the man himself, that I was gay. Even though he, too, was gay, it bothered me as a 14-year-old that some- one else should know I was gay. Anyway, my blood was on fire and I had no choice -- I HAD to look. Eventually I DID whip up the courage, and I did it in the same shy manner. But the guy was there--he was ALWAYS there! (In hindsight, wouldn't YOU be always available for a hot, 14-year-old?) The first few times I just watched as he jerked-off and came on the window sill; that really sent me to the bath room! Then later on, on one special and daring night when my folks weren't home and wouldn't be home for a while, I sneaked up to his window and looked in. This night he was busy doing something but as always, he was stark naked.

I purposely made a little noise on the fire escape and he quickly dropped everything to come to the window. He began to rub his cock and within seconds had his giant hard-on going. I looked at him and he looked at me and we both had a roaring fire going. This night though I finally had to do something besides just look and sizzle, so I knelt down on his window sill, opened my belt and zipper, pull down my jockeys and offered my steel-hard cock. He didn't waste any time and engulfed my cock with his hot mouth. I couldn't believe the sensation. The heat of his mouth, the skillful strokes, the wetness, his rough tongue around my cock -- it made stroking with my hand SO ordinary! And to have my balls enveloped by his hot, wet mouth! I expected him to suck me for a while and that would be it, but he kept right on going and going and I began to worry because I knew I'd be coming VERY soon.

But then I thought: "Wait a minute. This guy's an ADULT -- a real "gay" -- he knows what's he's doing. So I let what cums natural, happen. I felt my orgasm building up at the base of my brain and heading for the bottom of my spine. It welled up all over me and headed toward the tip of my cock. My balls burned in anticipation. It was an incredible cum. I thought every fluid inside me was heading for his mouth. On and on it went; wave after wave, spurt after spurt. The man moaned as he got my load. Eventually, on another night, I grew bolder and I finally went into his apartment through the window. I took my shirt off and dropped my pants and shorts. My cock was so hard it pointed up. Instinctively I knew what to do. We rubbed our balls together and held each other tight; we felt each other and frenched like crazy. I finally went down and got to take his big one in my mouth. It was the first time I had a man's cock in my mouth and I STILL rememder the taste and sensation. I was surprised at how big it was once it was in my mouth. I knew it was what I always wanted.

I remember looking down the shaft at all his pubic hair; coming at me then moving away. I remember disbelieving what was happening and concentrating on this mass of hot, hard meat in my mouth. Never considering taking a load at that time, I stood up again and continued rubbing balls again and frenching. Eventually I shot my load into his mouth, again. Being new, everything was a "first" for me. One night, while we were going at it hot & heavy, he took my rod and shoved it up his ass. Before then, it never occurred to me that this was a possible way to have sex. So here was another "thing to do". It felt great! I started to hump instinctively and I humped away, feeling my cock going back and forth through something inside that surrounded my cock's head -- it drove me crazy. The experience being new and the sensation being so intense, I came quickly with a long, hot frenzy.

I felt my load squirting into his deep, endless chamber. Man! Was it great! Having done this, he indicated (we almost never spoke; it was always sex, sex, sex!) that he wanted to have his turn and try and fuck me, too; so, being new to this and being anxious to please the guy, I turned around and offered my tight, virgin ass. It was a good try but forget it; it was too painful. I didn't know how to relax and the guy was way too big. He seemed to anticipate this because he didn't insist and stopped right away. He knew I was new to it. Instead, he held my naked body close to his and jerked off. As you can imagine, I was pretty comfortable by now with these meetings. I went to the fire escape several times a week when the opportunity came around. "Graduation" day came when I walked through his front door, stripped, and for the first time got in bed with a man.

Before then, it was always stand-up sex with the guy. Being totally naked with him for the first time, I was overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling another naked body rubbing next to mine. Every part of me felt a piece of him. The idea that I was there with him, alone, in his apartment drove me wild. I realized that we were hidden from the world; that no one knew we were there; that this moment was limitless; that my choices were limitless; that we were doing something terrifically "dirty"; that we each were selfishly satisfying our own hunger. The knowledge of these things sent my mind into outer space. It was a frenzy but it wasn't a mindless one -- he made sure the pace didn't get out of hand. It was too bad that I was so young then and living with my parents; it would've been an unbelievable night if I were able to stay the whole night. But at least we saw each other A LOT that summer. I never did find out why he was always home (we hardly ever spoke), but I knew he had a lover who, unlike him, wore a suit and carried an attache case, so he probably was a "kept" man. He, however, always wore jeans and a black leather jacket on the street -- and was ALWAYS tan. My gang of friends would point to him and say, "See that guy over there? -- He's a queer!" I'd look at him and smile inside and know he'd be at the window later.

Holiday in the Canaries

When I was 17 I went to the Canary Islands for a summer holiday with some of my buddies. The guys I went with were all straight, mostly football boys and "casuals".

We were all staying in a hotel in Las Palmas. My buddies were always getting pissed and going to discos looking for birds, but I quite often went off on my own to look for boys.

I love to see guys in tight stretch jeans. The best place for that is in Spain and the Canary Islands ... the Spanish boys all wear 'em ... some of 'em are REALLY hunky with tanned, muscular bodies and showing off massive bulges in their tight jeans! I spent a lot of time just eyeing up the hunks on the Town Beach at Las Palmas and getting rock hard! As well as the ones in stretch jeans, there were loads of other teenage guys larking about on the beach in skimpy swimming trunks - mostly black or red - not much more than posing pouches - and they didn't leave much to the imagination!! Tight, firm little asses, and sometimes just a few wisps of curly pubic hair poking out invitingly above the waist of their trunks.

Sometimes it all got too much, and quite a few times I had to dash across to my hotel room to relieve the straining bulge in MY jeans!

Before long, I realised it was getting too frustrating just watching. There didn't seem to be much future in chasing after the boys on the Town Beach .... they were all with their Spanish pals or girl friends. I decided it was time to go a bit further afield and try to find some ACTION!

Well the first place I found was a beach called Maspalomas .... it was all sand dunes. I had heard about that beach, it was quite well known as a gay place. Sure enough, there were lots of fellas all walking around in the nude showing off their dicks! I sat down amongst some bushes and watched for a while. I saw quite a lot of 'em jacking each other off and even fucking occasionally. But I never joined in cos they were all much older than me and I didnt really fancy 'em. They were mostly Germans I guess.

I was just about to give up and walk back to the bus stop when I caught sight of another guy about the same age as me ..... he was half hidden inside a large bush, all on his own and I could see he was jacking off while he was watching all the activities in the dunes nearby! I felt my own dick stirring inside my jeans and my stomach muscles contracting with excitement and expectation! I went slowly over to the bush and sat down right beside it ....

The boy inside looked a bit scared when I approached and he clumsily tried to shove his hard cock back inside his jeans. I remember thinking "Christ, I hope I ain't gonna scare him off!" So I sort of whispered to him "It's alright pal, I'm a bit shy too! Can I come in there and watch along with you?" He seemed to understand, cos he looked a bit unsure but then he just nodded and waved to me to come and join him.

I crawled in underneath the bush .... there wasn't much room in there and our bodies were pressed close together. I could feel his warm breath against my face and my 7" prick got rock hard instantly. I could feel a drop of juice squeezing out at the tip as my cock strained inside my jeans. Now I could see the lad properly, he was really nice! He would be about 17, the same as me. He had pure blond hair, cut quite short, a smooth bare chest and well-worn but spotlessly clean stone-washed 501s, with the waist and ALL the buttons undone! He was slim and clean-shaven, with beautiful shining white teeth and bright blue eyes. There was just a little wispy blond hair on his tanned forearms.

Well I was bare to the waist myself, just wearing a pair of ice-blue Wrangler stretch jeans and white tennis shoes. I had nothing on under my jeans, and the aroused state of my cock was very obvious .... it was a good thing that my jeans were the STRETCH type!!

I whispered to him, "Hello buddy! I'm Steve, on holidays here from Britain. Where are you from?"

You can imagine my excitement when he put his bare arm round my neck and shoulders and said, "Hi Steve! I'm Mats, from Stockholm in Sweden. I'm on holidays too."

I could feel his warm body pressing against mine. There was just a little sweet smell of the male sweat under his armpit, which aroused me even more. So I put my left arm round his shoulders too and cuddled him closer to me. I whispered right into his ear, "C'mon, let's watch together!", and tickled the inside of his ear with my tongue. As I held him close to me I could feel his heart beating fast and strong! We were both panting a bit with the heat and the excitement.

Just then, a couple of German guys came along the dunes. They were laughing, talking in German and pushing each other about in the sand. They were both just wearing swimming trunks, nothing else. Suddenly they stopped and flopped down on the sand just a few yards away from us. Mats pulled me tighter against him, expectantly. The two guys didn't seem to see us, cos they immediately peeled off each others trunks. We could see both of 'em had rampant hard, uncut cocks! One of the guys lay down on his back on the sand and his buddy started licking his balls and cock ... we could hear his groans of delight.

Well as you can probably imagine, that was the signal for Mats and me to get started. I slid my free hand down Mats' smooth chest and stomach, till I could feel the curly tops of his pubes just below the open waist of his 501s. Just an inch further, and his solid, thick prick was in my eager hand! It was a beauty .... almost 8", uncut and throbbing in my sweaty palm! I felt his whole body shudder as I gripped his solid shaft and stroked it gently. I brushed the tip with my thumb ... there was a little droplet of precum there, and I smoothed it over his gleaming glans. By this time, Mats was fumbling with the zip on my stretch jeans and I felt him slide it down and rip the waist button open ..... cor! wot a relief! as my rock hard dick escaped from its lair and I felt Mats' soft hand folding round it and rubbing the foreskin gently up and down over my shining, wet knob!!

As we jacked each other off gently, we could just see the 2 Germans getting into a 69 position on the sand and hear 'em both starting to groan with pleasure as they fucked each other's eager faces. I started licking Mats' face and neck, working down gradually over his chest and stomach. I could taste the salty sweat on his gorgeous muscular Nordic body! As I moved my face downwards ovr his smooth chest, I could feel his warm tongue licking the back of my neck, and then down my backbone ..... and still he was working on my throbbing dick, very gradually getting faster. I could feel the hot jism starting to well up at the root of my cock, and my balls starting to tighten!

Suddenly he stopped and whispered, "Quick! Let's do it like these guys out there!" Somehow he managed to wriggle round inside the bush so that he was right on top of me, in a 69 position. I could feel him taking the end of my hot cock in his warm mouth. At the same time, I felt him sliding my jeans down my thighs and his groping hands started forcing apart the cheeks of my tight arse. Without thinking, I just automatically started to do the same to him ... I was gasping for breath cos he was lying right on top of me with his cock and balls pressing hard against my face. I was sliding my hands down the back of his 501s, down and down, till I felt my finger tips touching the ring of his smooth, slippery arse. As I pushed my finger in, first gently, then more roughly, he suddenly rammed his huge, thick cock deep into my throat and started pumping it in and out violently. I could feel his blond curly pubes battering against my face as he fucked my mouth like fury! At the same time he was fingering my own ass-hole furiously and pumping my throbbing cock with his lips and tongue.

My mouth was filled with the salty taste of sweat and pre-cum, I was almost suffocating as his throbbing meat rammed up and down in my throat, but I didn't care .... it was sheer bliss! I felt the big globs of jism surging up my cock .... just at that moment, Mats pulled back his mouth and pumped my prick furiously so that I shot loads of hot, spurting jism all over his face and neck. At the same time, he pulled his pulsating cock from the depths of my gasping throat and spurted his thick, creamy boy-jism right in my face and down my sweating chest. We both came and came ... hot spurts splashing all over each other's naked bodies. As we shot our loads, we could hear squeals of delight from the two Germans outside, who were also coming to their climax at the same time as us!

We both collapsed in each other's arms, exhausted but satisfied.

I asked Mats to come and visit me in my hotel later that week, but I never saw him again after that afternoon at Maspalomas! You know how it is with these "holiday romances"! However, we both went home with happy memories of our holidays. I often wonder if Mats has had as many J-O's as I have since then, remembering about the fun we had that day!

Well that is the end of the true story about me and Mats on holiday. But that was not the only fun I had on that holiday in Las Palmas! Part 2 of the story is all about some Spanish boys I met later in a bar in Las Palmas! Look for it on this BBS!

Well, as you can probably imagine, my experience at Maspalomas had cheered me up quite a lot. There really WAS some life in the Canary Islands after all!

The next evening my buddies decided they were going on a bus excursion to some kind of barbecue/disco. It was going to go on until 2 a.m. "Good!", I thought, secretly, "That means I'll have the hotel room to myself until at least 2 o'clock!" So I made some excuse that I didn't want to go to the barbecue and made up my mind I was gonna try and find some more interesting company for the evening!

At about 7.30 I got ready to go out. I put on my tightest ice-blue stretch Wranglers (nothing underneath!), red and white trainers and a nice new T- shirt. After a few minutes of posing in front of the mirror in the hotel room, satisfying myself that the big bulge in my jeans was in the right place and suitably enticing-looking (well, so I thought!), I hit the streets of down-town Las Palmas.

First of all, I walked along the promenade in front of the Town Beach.It was not very busy - most of the tourists had gone back to their hotels - and there were just a few groups of locals soaking in the evening sunshine, or kicking footballs around on the beach.

I came to the end of the beach and started walking towards the town of Las Palmas. Suddenly, something about 100 yards ahead of me caught my eye. It was a group of about 5 or 6 Spanish boys, walking in the same direction, towards the town. They were all about the same age as me, or maybe a year or two older - about 18 or 19. They were laughing and pushing each other around on the pavement.

I speeded up a little, to try and catch up with 'em so I could have a closer look. As I got a bit nearer I could see that they were all REALLY hunky, wearing skin-tight jeans, sports shoes and brightly coloured T- shirts with short sleeves. I could hear 'em laughing and shouting in Spanish to each other as they went along the road. I couldn't take my eyes off their tight little buns and their jeans clinging tightly to their thighs and calves as they walked along! They had beautiful, smooth, tanned skins and muscular arms bursting out of their T-shirts.

I decided to follow them to see where they would go.

I followed them at a discreet distance for quite a long way. We were starting to come into the tall buildings and shopping area of the main town. Suddenly they turned down a side street and I just got to the corner in time to see 'em going down some stairs into an underground bar. It looked like a little disco, but you didn't have to pay to go in.

After a minute I plucked up enough courage to go in ....

Inside it was just like a little disco-bar. It was quite dimly lit, with flashing coloured lights and loud rock music. There were about 20 young Spanish guys in there, all aged about 18 or 19.

But there was ONE boy who caught my eye, sitting at the bar on his own chatting to the barman. He was a bit younger looking than the rest of em - he looked about 16. He had tight RED jeans, a punky T-shirt and he was wearing a silver chain on his neck .... he looked REAL horny and nice!!! I sat on a stool beside him and got myself a beer.

Well it never crossed my mind at the time that it might be a gay bar cos it was just like a normal bar, with lots of amusement machines and football games with guys playing on 'em, and a loud juke box. However, the scenery was certainly nice and I was enjoying my beer! Looking back now, I should perhaps have noticed there were no chicks in there, but for some reason that just didn't strike me at the time!

After a while a Spanish boy came up and asked where I was from - he could speak just a little English. He seemed quite friendly, and he went and told his buddies about me. They talked together for a while.

They were ALL nice ... every one of 'em was hunky! So, beginning to feel a bit more at ease, I got talking to the young one in the red jeans, and I bought him a drink. He had a really horny, husky voice, half whispering to me, very close to my face!! I could feel my cock twitching in my jeans as my knee brushed against his leg while we spoke! I wanted to wrap my arms around his slim, bronzed, boyish body and slip my hands down the back of these tight red jeans!!! But I managed, with difficulty, to control myself by telling myself, "Watch it, Steve! He ain't gay!" He was asking where I'd been on my holidays, so I told him 'Maspalomas' - and he sort of snickered! Then he started talking fast in Spanish to his pals; I didn't understand much of what they were saying, but the word 'Maspalomas' came up several times and they were all falling over laughing. I thought they were taking the mickey!

Anyway I just sat there for a while admiring the scenery. I got a few more beers ..... and I got another drink for the hunky lad next to me in the red jeans. He seemed quite grateful.

After a while, I needed to take a piss, so I got up and looked for the john - it was up at the back of the room in a corner ....

Well, when I went in I stopped in my tracks in amazement, cos there were two of the Spanish boys standing with their jeans wide open and holding each others hard, thick, uncut cocks!!!

Fuck me! I almost came on the spot!

They half turned away, looking a bit embarrassed, but I managed to splutter something like 'Can I join in too?'

To my surprise, they just pointed to one of the stalls and went in, then waved to me to follow em. WOW!!

Well I followed 'em in, and they quickly yanked me in with 'em and bolted the door. It was crowded in there... we were all pressed together, them with their hard dicks out!!! They were both BEAUTIFUL boys, about 18, with tight jeans and vests on, big tanned muscular arms. One of 'em undid my jeans an slid 'em down to my knees.

The other one, without saying a word, got a hold of my throbbing dick. It was as big and rock hard as theirs - they were both well built ... thick 7" cocks with lots of foreskin!

Well, we were all jerking each other for a bit then one of 'em got down on his knees and started licking my balls, while his buddy was pressing up behind me with his hard dick pushing between the cheeks of my bare ass, and his arms round my waist, pumping my cock like mad with both hands! It was HEAVEN!! I was almost cumming .....

..... then, all of a sudden, there was this terrific HAMMERING at the door of the stall ... FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Terror!! I really thought it was the Spanish cops!!! Or at the very least, the manager about to throw us out!

Then a voice outside shouted something in Spanish, and one of the guys in there with me unbolted the door.

FUCK ME!!!! It was the kid with the red jeans I had met earlier in the bar ..... and now he had a HUGE bulge straining to get out!!!

They yanked him in and locked the door again. Now it was REALLY crowded, 4 of us in there. The young guy struggled to get his weapon out ... it was HUGE!!! Almost 9"!! With a gleaming, moist pink nob, exposed by the foreskin which was already rolled right back. His two heavy balls dangled invitingly behind the root of his prick - just ASKING to be licked and gobbled by my drooling mouth!

It was like a fuckin' wet dream!! Next thing, this kid with the MASSIVE knob and his red jeans down around his ankles, whispered to me in his husky voice, "Eenglish boy! You like suck? Suck me? Yeah ..?"

He was pumping his cock right under my nose, I could smell the pre-cum on it! Fuckin' 'ell! I knelt down on the floor and got his hard, throbbing cock right down my throat .. it was half choking me.

Meantime the other 2 were on the top of the toilet seat .... one had his legs up over his pal's shoulders and was having his ass-hole fucked like mad! The kid I was sucking was reaching down and jerking my stiff cock with his hand as I bent down in front of him, and he was gasping with pleasure as my tongue explored his warm, pulsating cock-head and my lips worked his loose foreskin faster, and faster, up and down his thick throbbing shaft ...

Fuckin' GLORY!!! .... I felt myself starting to spurt, and at the same time I felt the torrents of boy-jism rushing up the kid's thick cock in my mouth ... he shot LOADS deep into my throat, in hot thick spurts - again and again and again!!

I was shooting my bolt like mad .. my hot, steaming jism shot in great spurts all over the kid's briefs, and over his red jeans that were down around his feet.

The other two were grunting and moaning, they were cumming too. There was sweat and jism everywhere!!!!! What a fuckin' experience!!!

Shit!! I was soaking, with sweat as well as jizz. That was a true story ... what a fuckin' holiday that was. I would love to go back there again!

Peter Was 19

I met a guy through a personal column, and he came over to my place one night to get acquainted. We were sitting there that night, having a drink, with the lights low, and we walked to my bedroom window. There was a guy across the lane, jacking off. Boy, was Peter surprised.

Up to that time, besides my preoccupation with solo-sex, my sexual experiences had all been with guys who went on to date girls and marry. Peter identified himself right from the beginning as being gay, and made it clear that he had never been interested in girls and never would be. He had advertised for a "male friend", and I had answered.

Peter was exactly my height, 6'2", of European extraction, and spoke with a slight accent. He had a lot of class, and I found him very attractive, although just a bit feminine in his speech and mannerisms. He was nineteen, with dark hair and striking features, and I must say I was pleased with his broad shoulders, extremely small waist and moderately large basket. He was wearing grey flannel slacks and a T-shirt, and I was wearing a T-shirt and white jeans.

To our mutual surprise, he had gone to the same high school as I did, although neither of us recalled seeing the other there. He was two years behind me and had gone to that school when his family moved to this country, while I had moved to that town when I entered the eleventh grade, so neither of us had spent our whole school life there.

We were getting to know each other as we moved to my bedroom window, but we hadn't gotten onto the subject of sex. He was startled when he saw the guy across the lane, and he looked at me. I told him about the guy seeing me jacking off, and how I'd see this guy taking care of himself. We put our drinks down and I handed him the binoculars, so he could watch the performance. I was turned on from seeing the guy across the lane, and also being so close to Peter.

When the guy stiffened, I knew he was shooting. He turned his light out, and then Peter turned away from the scene across the lane. Putting the binoculars down, Peter turned to me and put his arms around my shoulders as he kissed me and moved his groin against mine. It was one firm basket rubbing against another firm basket. He reached down and cupped and squeezed my basket through my jeans. Then he reached down into my jeans and did the same thing through my Jockey shorts.

Withdrawing his hand, he unsnapped my jeans, pulled down my zipper, and took down my jeans. I was very excited and tried to reciprocate, but he pulled away saying, "Not yet." He slid his hand into my Jockey shorts, rearranging everything so that my shaft was now vertical, the head rubbing between the shorts and his wrist. He went down and gently rolled my balls in his fingers. We managed to move together, sideways to my bed, without his ever losing his gentle grip on my now throbbing hard-on.

"Now, you can undress me," he whispered, as we snuggled and rubbed our stubble together. I peeled the T-shirt out of his pants and up his chest. As he stretched his arms over his head I could see his beautifully tapered chest with the tiny erect nipples. I pulled his T-shirt off and we hugged some more while I gently nipped his nipples and moved my tongue in the finely developed channels of his gut muscles. I flipped open his belt, and stripped his pants and shorts down, taking care to pull them off his feet. I sat up and carefully folded his pants, putting them on the dresser, turning back to see his long, thick shaft lying on his belly. But when I went to caress it, he pushed me on my back, saying again, "Not now."

He stripped my shorts off me and quickly moved his head down and onto my shaft. The initial roughness startled me, but he gently withdrew and then slowly and with tantalizing changes in focus, made love to my hard shaft, tonguing the underside of it especially well.

"Have you got anything?" he asked. In my innocence, I replied, "Like what?" He laughed and explained, "A lubricant. I'm very big and don't want to hurt you." I got my tube of K-Y and squeezed some of the slick, cool jelly on my fingers.

I was lying on my back as Peter climbed on top of me, his hands over my shoulders and his knees between my open thighs, propped up so that his very hard shaft was right above my navel. In the dim light, I felt the huge head of his cock. It was considerably greater in circumference than his shaft, and was half out of its foreskin. As I smoothed the K-Y on, I slipped his foreskin back down and was thrilled to feel the head swell even more from the constriction of the foreskin behind it.

I reached down and put the K-Y in my butt as Peter moved his knees down, asking me to put my knees up so my legs were over my head. He lay down then, his chest on the underside of my legs. "Take a deep breath and push down as if you're straining on the toilet," he whispered, as I felt his head press against my butt. The moment I followed his instructions, he pushed his groin forward and the thick head slipped right in with no pain. He told me to let my breath go and to stop pushing down, and then he sank the whole shaft in with ease.

"Now, my love, we're going to fly to the moon," he whispered as he started slow withdrawals and re-entries. Every few strokes he withdrew completely and then re-entered. It was an incredible feeling, with no pain whatsoever. My shaft was pressed down against my belly as he thrust again and again. As his pace picked up, he raised his upper body on his arms and, while now violently thrusting his hips, whispered, "Lower your legs." I did so, gingerly, until I had my legs around the back of his and he lowered his chest on mine enough so that our nipples were constantly brushing against each other as we both thrashed around on the bed.

I was overwhelmed by the marvel of his body movements. His upper body was supported on his elbows. I swept my hands around his back to his very substantial shoulders, and then down to his finely defined chest muscles, which flexed as he thrust. I tweaked his nipples as I felt them exciting my own nipples. As my hands slid lower on his tapered torso, I felt the ripple of his gut muscles, into which my stiff shaft was now stabbing. When my hands were on his buttocks, realized the sheer beauty of the perfectly synchronized, machine-like movement of his thrusts. Each was like a wave that started at his back and rolled down through the small of his back, terminating in the drive to his lower pelvis that stabbed into my butt and drove me wild.

What kept going through my mind was that Peter was so effeminate, and yet he declined any passive role in fondling or stimulation. Up to that time, my sexual experiences with guys could all be classified as "horsing around," but with Peter there was so much tenderness, kissing, hugging, and mutual movement of our bodies, that I was really feeling sexual love for him. Before that, it had only been for thrills.

He kept up the continuous, steady thrusting into me at the rate of one per second. The exquisite sensation on the underside of my shaft, rubbing up and down against the valley of his gut muscles, raised me to a pitch that made it hard for me to breathe. I groaned, threw my arms around his moving back, and pulled us together as I felt the throbs of my orgasm, followed by my jism flowing out of my shaft, flooding our pressed bellies.

Peter went on, not varying his thrust, still supporting his upper torso with his elbows as I hugged myself to his muscular torso. Our tongues were probing each other's mouths. My shaft was so sensitive now that I had cum and his gut was rubbing the sensitive skin below my head that I was shuddering all over.

Suddenly he interrupted his thrusting, withdrew the giant head of his shaft, and then slowly, gently re-entered to the hilt and stayed there. I could feel the violent throbs and jerks as he came with a sigh in my ear. Then, keeping his shaft all the way in me, he began a circular motion that was rubbing my prostate. His hairy bush was a delectable cushion for my balls. He lowered his full weight onto my body, and then moved every muscle in his body against mine. I could feel his heart pounding in his heaving chest. Our mouths were locked together in the most passionate kiss I'd ever had yet.

Interactive Chat

I want you to really work over my cock!

well I can start with your neck....i wrap my hands around the back of your neck and lick and touch it lightly with my tongue every part of your adam's apple and neck i nuzzle your ear and blow gently across it

HMMMMMMMMMMM getting me hard, Guy! Tell me more!

i rub my ears between the valley between your mountainous PECS those two large mounds of muscle that are sculpted to your chest...... i kiss your neck and then slid down your washboard abs, my cock making a furrow down the center of your muscles....

I bring my tongue across your tops of your pecs and gently bathe it with the juice of my tongue gently and working in a circle..... i work my way towards your nipples.... at first it is soft but the instant my tongue brushes against it, it stiffens quickly and into a little mountain on top of your PEC

Fuck, yeah! You know how to treat your man, don't you!

"You'd better believe it" as i start to suck on that hardening tit! and boy does it get hard.....your pec flexes almost by itself as i work my tongue around your tit....then i move to the other one and nibble on it gently at first...and I suck your PEC and tit deep into my mouth.....i use my tongue to force the tip of your tit against my teeth! your tit hardens more and you heave

you tremendous chest up and arch your back.....your stomach muscles tighten each into its own little 'biscuit' a whole dozen little biscuits march down your stomach 2 by 2 ........but I am busy with your wide PECs that you are now flexing even harder and my tongue is dancing all over their broad surface...tingling and touching ever nerve that is there.... stimulating every muscle fiber in those 2 mountains of muscle.....you throw your big bulging biceps around my neck and back and SQUEEZE me into you chest.

hi...i was just waiting your crushing grip to ease so that i might catch my breath......as i regain my breath I have been sending my warm moist breathe across your chest and blowing over your tit....

I want you to work down my body, give my crotch and my thighs some attention.

i slid lower over you muscled thighs and run my tongue across your abs savoring each little biscuit in its turn...first the left one and then the right one....slowly ever so slowly ..... your cock has been harding with each flick of my tongue....I run my hands over your powerful thighs and feel your quadriceps and slid my hands under your tight firm butt and knead and squeeze your ass cheeks with my strong fingers.....my mouth opens and i suck in my breath as i suddenly drop face first over your swelling cock as i approach my destination my hot breath flows over the head of your cock causing it is swell and expand to the big mushroom that it is....i quickly suck your whole shaft deep into my throat...my deep pulsating throat...my tongue laps at every exposed area of that mighty pole.......i knead your firm buns and release your cock from my mouth to have it slap against your belly as i drop lower into your crotch and bury my face deep in your man scent.....as i suck your balls into my mouth pouch.....tonguing and washing ever part of your balls and sac....

I run my tongue between your thighs and spread your legs to make room for me to fully climb between your legs so that I have full access to your crotch and cock and balls......i run my tongue over the inner surfaces of your thighs.....feeling each massive muscle fiber with my rapidly flicking tongue...and again i run my tongue up your thighs and over your cock and balls savoring the aroma and taste of your swelling manhood.....and is it every gigantic..... That is one powerful club you have there, SIR. may i continue to bathe it? To take it deep in my throat and suck like a giant vacuum cleaner or a milking machine,.....sucking and releasing the pressure.... i run my hands over your thighs as i free them from your firm buns.. i draw lazily with them acrose your thighs and over your groin... feeling and fondling your BIG BALLS rolling them with my fingers and letting them flop and bounce between your thighs....my tongue is flicking against the mushroom head of your towering cock....i run the tip of my tongue round and round the big head.....feeling it twinge with each flick and lick of my tongue......slowly i lower my lips and gently brush them over and against your powerful cock lower until the ridge just under the head is between my teeth,, gently I nibble and chew on the head....and attack it unmercifully with my hot flicking tongue....over and against the head of your dick my tongue flicks and laps at the cock....tasting the first drops of your precum......yeah that special salty taste .... a taste like no other in this world.....yeah taste that salty manly fluid.... first just a drop then another and another....the flow suddenly stops... i run my hand between your legs over your thighs and up to your cock and balls......i cup your balls with my left hand and use my right to encircle your stiff dick with my powerful grip.....i squeeze your cock and fondle your balls....your cock is spasming.....straining.....your back is arching ....your buns are tightly clenched ....round and hard....your pecs are dancing...flexing and bouncing as the tension builds within your hard muscular body....your stomach is tight and hard....suddenly.........i relax my fist that is wrapped around your cock and it EXPLODES..........into my hot waiting mouth.....i pulsate my fist that has encircled your cock...stopping the flow of your CUM...then relaxing to let it escape as hot blast into my mouth.....I squeeze your balls as they contract into your crotch and your cock jumps and empties the last of your balls precious load

oh, yeah, you hot fuck! you got me so fucking turned on, its hard typing with one hand!

well if you';re gonna chat with me you'd had better LEARN.....and learn quick.....You big hunk or I might just go to LA JUST to meat you...FACE to FACE....and then run my arm through your crotch and pick you up and carry you over to the bed and then drop you unceremoniously on it before i pick up those two massive thigh of your and spread your legs wide apart..your cock stiffens as your legs are spread... and your balls are dancing up and down with excitement....your asshole is pink and puckered....soon even it too is doing a little dance and as i lower my hips and take aim on plowing my big FAT dick....deep into your warm hole.....to pump it in and out....to expand and stretch it ...as I bury my cock to its hilt...my hairy pubes are pounding against your ass cheeks...as i do plunger in and out of your prized butt...and what at hot butt it is ...... to round firm mounds of hot muscle....each with a sharp line of your deep tan....leaving only a small white patch in front of your crotch....and shaved pubes and balls.....the patch of white on your hot butts is sharply delineated from your DARk tan...the milk white of your cheeks..is stark contrast.. your butt pulsates as i pound my rigid pole in and out of your sphincter muscle....and massage your prostrate with the head of my cock.....in and out ... round and round i twist and pound your asshole....in and out of the tight little pink spot.....the head of my dick bumps repeatedly again your prostrate...each bump makes your cock bounce against your taught belly.....i bounces wildly....from the pumping action and bumping of your prostrate...your balls are bouncing too.... and jerking in their thin confining sac....slowly they begin to contract again.....your cock stiffens....your thighs are trembling.....stomach muscles bunched and rippled.....you FLEX your huge arms in a double biceps pose....those two mountains of muscle reaching up and you flex harder and those mountains just seem to grow bigger and bigger....2 MASSIVE BASEBALL shaped mounds of muscle....you LATS flare as I ram it is up your hole, right to the hilt!! Then, I will slap your ass, and make YOU do the movements, while I just set back and let you ride me!!

I'll ride you.....and your HOT ASS !!!....I let my hands slip over your powerful thighs and they slid down the backs of them to the backs o your knees.....my tongue slides down the cleft between your PECS and over your washboard stomach......I slow as I approach the top of your JOCKSTRAP and pull on the broad waist band with my teeth and then let it snap back .....your cock is getting hard and straining at the mesh fabric of its confinement forming a large long bulge.....I slid lower and lower as I nuzzle your bulging basket and that growing monster......I take the hardening rod in my mouth and savor it thru the nest of your jock pouch.....tasting that special flavor that only a man can make and enjoy.....i slide lower and then take your twin NUTS into my mouth and suck on them... and slap my tongue back and forth...over and against them......knocking and loosing their load of cum......your cock jumps with excitement but your jock strap prevents your cock from expanding to its full size...I move back to your cock and it hardens even more...and swells....wow what a piece of MEAT !.....I let my hands fell your tight BUNS and I knead and massage them with my strong hands....I feel your tight asshole.....it WILL be mine....but first I will EaRN it....and your you will blow your cookies like you have never done before....I pull on the straps of your jock...I slide my hands under the waistband...and feel your firm flesh....and your muscles.....I let my hands drop and stroke your thighs...your legs tense at my touch.... and I nuzzle your bugling basket with my face.....I press my face tightly into your crotch....breathe deeply and suck in all your man aroma!.... wow what a way to get HIGH....Your aroma is almost suffocating...but i suck at it anyway....

I want you so fucking bad!! I want to grab the back of your head, and really fuck your face like there's no tomorrow!!

I get my breath and continue to work on that BIG cock yours....and it is growing larger by the moment....with each lick and swipe of my tongue....it GROWS.....the fabric of your jock is stretched to the bursting point....what a test of that fabric...! your cock is straining at its confinement....you want relief....I have both of my hands on your butt....nice solid butt...twin melons..... I squeeze and knead your ass.....your tongue is hanging from your open mouth as i work your body over......with a sudden push I knock you backwards onto the bed....You flex both of your biceps and form twin mountains of muscle for me to admire....your PECS swell and expand your nipples are standing straight up....HARD and proud...just waiting for their TURN....it will come.....i run my hands over your thighs and fondle your bulging basket...feeling that pair of MAN NUTS and that proud COCK....I release your cock from my mouth and slide it up your washboard stomach and to the valley between your pecs.... then i go for the nipple on your left pec.....I suck on it and it gets HARDER ...i run my tongue around it making lazy circles and flicking it with the tip of my tongue...your pec expands with each flick.....i suck on that tit...your eyes are rolling and your back arches...and your stomach tenses.....i leave your tit and go for your belly button and poke and probe at it with my tongue... I lick all around you belly button....

Yeah, oh,,,, suck on my meat, take it deep in your fucking throat. I want to fuck your throat!

again i slide lower and attack your bulging basket.....your cock wants...is begging for release from it confines....it is trying to poke a hole thru the tough fabric....a wet spot is forming near its head....a slick spot....as your cock lubricates...

Listen here, you fucker, open my jock! I want your face planted right on my cock, and I want it NOW!!!

I get there when I GOOD and READY.....I reach between your legs and fondle your balls then with one swift yank I strip your of your jockstrap.....YOUr cock SPRINGS free slapping me in the face as it pops free from your jock....it bounces from my face back to slam against your taught abs....a small jet of precum shoots out and lands between your pecs.....i run my tongue between your thighs up to your balls and suck on each of them in turn before I lunge at your STIFF DICK......i plunge my face into your crotch and take your cock into my mouth.,.....my tongue slide over its slick...silky surface... I work on the head with my tongue.....flicking and savoring every part of that piece of MEAT....and what a piece....it is like being attacked with a blunt instrument....like a CLUB....your cock bumps against the back of my throat....I can feel it...again and again i slide my tongue over its smooth surface....and i play with your foreskin....slipping my tongue in and around it...sucking it forward and forcing it back with my lips and tongue...i suck on that pole... and it hardens some more (and you thought that IT had hardened...) yeah It stiffens and twitches....jerks and bounces.....your balls begin their little dance of joy....bouncing up and down in your sac....your cock is getting close....as i SUCK and lick that all day sucker.....up and down the whole length of the mighty shaft.... tasting and savor in that special flavor...again your cock shoots a small jet of precum....i can taste its salty flavor... and special taste....a taste like no other...as I suck the precum deep into my throat and your cock with it...DEEP into my throat...My mouth sucks and pulsates as I work that TOOL...polishing it from every angle with my tongue and bathing it with my saliva.....it is longgggg and HARD and fully washed.....I reach up between your thighs and encircle the base of your cock with my fist.....i squeeze and clamp my fist like a human COCKRING around your cock.....IT GETS EVEN BIGGERRR.... WOW WE.....LOOK AT THAT MONSTER!!!!....and I quickly suck it into my throat again.....your whole body is trembling with anticipation.. the anticipation of that will come when your CHURNING balls finally get to release their LOAD of HOT CUM.....into my throat....as I piston my head up and down over your cock your grab the back of my head and force my face even tighter against your cock and groin.....your cock is nearing it limits and is pulsating with increasing rapidly.. your cock suddenly ERUPTS and BLASTS its load DEEP into my throat... i start to gag on the tremendous load of yours....but I suck every last bit deep into my guts...

Oh, fuck, I just shot my load all over myself. You are so fucking hot, I want to be with you so fucking bad!!

My ass is yours. What shall you do with it?

well my COCK gets HARD too (but never TOO hard!) its not as long as yours BUT...its a whole bunch FATTER....not as thick as your wrist but pretty close....WINK.....SMILE.....yeah my dick is dripping too from having just gotten your rocks off and now it

MY TURN....and you'd better be ready!.....i slide my stiff dick between your thighs and it brushes against them....slowly i raise my hips and point my dick in the general direction of your

tight little asshole....that small pink TARGET.....gently at first i force the head of my dick between your buns....you sense what is coming and tighten those twin melons....as if that will save your asshole from my waiting COCK.....the head of my dick bumps against your butt hole...it tenses!. i withdraw and you relax your buns....i slide forward again ,.... more fierce fuck this time....i bump solidly into your butt...but your asshole denies me entrance....like the big bad wolf...i huff and puff and bury my face between your pecs.....i have distracted you and your butt is fully relaxed and your attention is centered on your pecs and my lashing tongue....i ram my hips forward and drive the head of my dick into your asshole....i relax momentarily and then ram again...a little deeper into your guts....you twist and turn your hips trying to dislodge my FAT cock from your butt...I won that piece of ASS and I GONNA TAKE IT !!! if you can think that you can change your mind....well just think again asshole or is it buddy ???? asshole buddy....yeah that's it ....as i ram my cock all the way to the hilt and punch your hole.....I am inside of you....ALL the way inside.....your prostrate is HARD and ready again....your balls are churning up as second load of cum....I haven't shot mine yet but you WILL KNOW IT when I DO....