The Portland

I was desperate for some cock, but it was the middle of the afternoon. Not exactly a good time to go in search of a busy glory hole. There are times these places are busy and this wasn't one of them. I pondered going to the gym, but again…not likely the usual flow of hot-bodied jocks looking to show off their chiseled physiques at this time of the day. I checked my usual list of online hookup sites and each was more pathetic than the last. What's a cocksucker to do?

Half joking, I muttered to myself that I was so freakin' horny that maybe I'd go the the seedy Portland theatre. This is one of those old, adult theaters that swingers take their wives to and push them off on other men. I wondered whether a fag like me could get in on any of that action. The thought of having to fuck a woman wasn't too off-putting but what if I couldn't get what I was really after…her husband creamy load? I decided to risk it. Chances are the place would be empty like every other sex venue and I wouldn't have to deal with it, but…when you gotta get off, your dick calls the shots.

I left my hotel and walked the couple of blocks down to the Portland. In that part of town, people walk fast and don't much try to meet your eye on the street. I was watching as I approached and only saw single guys going in…this could be better than I thought. I entered the theater. The fat man behind the ticket booth looked at me as if I were the last pork chop on Earth. 

"What can I do YOU for?" he asked and I think I threw up in my mouth a little. 

"I'm looking to get into the theater here," I said, trying not to be too cocky. 

"Usually guys don't come in by themselves," he said and added, "…usually guys bring their girl friends along, if you know what I mean?" 

"Um, yea…I know what you mean, that's why I'm here. My girl friend is meeting me here. I just arrived first." I lied but what's with the twenty questions anyway?

I paid my admission and walked down the filthy hallway to the double doors that lead to the back. When I entered, the only light in the place was coming from the movie on the screen. Old, shitty, grainy black and white movie. The only thing redeeming about it was that it was 70's porn and I think cheesy 70's porn is hilarious. It took my eyes several minutes to adjust. I could sense movement but my eyes couldn't make out anything but shadows for what seemed like forever. Once I'd become used to the dark. I started to see movement…activity. There was a heavy, reddish curtain on the wall to my left about half way down the aisle. That obviously let to some place more private. I could see a mattress raised up on a large pedestal to my right…and the rest of the room was comprised of mismatched furniture…ugly sofas, chairs and stained mattresses.

When I was able to focus on people, I began to notice that the only people here were single guys. I laughed to myself…that fat fuck didn't berate anyone else about bringing their girl friend?

As I looked around, guys were sitting spaced out, dicks in hand stroking off to the movie. There were a few guys in relatively close proximity, but they didn't appear to be cruising one another. I was wrong.

I decided I would like to take my chances behind the curtain first…after all, no sense bringing attention to myself if it turned out that fags weren't welcome!

Behind the curtain was a tiny room. No more than 5 seats crammed in an L-shape faced a TV that was so old the picture was green. When I walked in, the only guy in the room quickly covered his open pants with his sweater. From the look on his face, he was pretty close to blowing his load before I walked in on him. He was handsome…from what I could see. Nearly bald, stubbly head with a full blond bear. I couldn't really get a look at his body, but his face was cute. What kind of straight guy has that kind of look? I was almost 100% sure he was gay. One way to find out.

I turn to the TV and grab my crotch. I say something stupid about how I really like this movie and when I turn to look at the dude, he just nods. He's not looking at me, but instead is staring at my crotch which I've not stopped rubbing through my pants. I unzip and pull out my growing stuffy and start stroking it out in the open. He's fixated. I let my pants drop and now my dick is bouncing free with a full view to anyone who wanted to watch. The guy is still staring but doesn't speak. I turn to look at the TV so he can have some privacy checking me out.

"Fuck I need some head, you know what I mean? I thought there'd be some willing pussy here but…" I trail off. He still doesn't say anything but he's managed to start stroking his dick under his sweater again. I get bold. 

"You like my dick, don't you?" That gets his attention, he looks up at me but is still too paralyzed to answer. I taunt him with it. I'm rock hard now and I smack it in my palm so it make a loud crack. I then slide on over now so I'm standing in front of him, completely blocking the TV. He moans. Dead give away. 

"Don't be shy…" I let my dick bob freely in front of him and fold my arms across my chest. He licks his lips. I then say, "you need a little help?" and I reach around the back of his head with my left hand slowly and gently pull his head to my cock. He resists for a millisecond, but easily succumbs. 

He starts blowing me and immediately loses his inhibitions. He's moaning now loudly…as if he'd been starved and was now invited to a Thanksgiving dinner. He put his hands on my hips, gently pushed me back and slid down to the floor onto his knees. He sucked me good. I knew this guy would know how to give head. He was sucking me and quietly behind me out of the corner of my eye I saw the curtain move. Another dude came in and as if it were the most natural thing in the world, stood next to me to watch this dude suck my cock.

When my sucker noticed this new guy, he stopped and sat back up.

"What's the matter, faggot? This guy here wants his turn too, " I said. Neither one spoke but their eyes confirmed I had a least guessed right. The cocksucker got back on his knees and started working me again, this time with the added delight of being watched. I tugged the zipper down on my voyeur and released his big piece of meat. I stroked it in my hand and decided that this was one dick I wasn't willing to share.

The head bobbing on my cock had settled into a good rhythm and would soon make me cum if I didn't stop him. I pulled out of his face and myself got down on my knees to suck the new guy. His dick was hefty. It felt big in my hand but up close just millimeters from my nose it was a lot bigger. Took my throat a few tries to be able to accommodate the whole thing, but soon he was face fucking me good.

My cocksucker laid down on the cum-covered floor and maneuvered to be able to suck me again. The dick in my mouth started to spurt and my buddy grabbed my head with both hands and choked me ensuring that I wouldn't spill one drop. Didn't take me long to unload either. My jizz sprayed across the face of my cocksucker and the shoes of the other dude. Seems a pity to have wasted it.

I spent the next hour or so just hanging out in that small room as, one-by-one each guy eventually came in to relieve his nut. I never did see a girl grace that place. I can't imagine that one would want to, but for a seedy, public cocksucker like me…I like those dirty kind of places and the men that shoot there.

Rich (part 1)

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Going Down

I work in a very large, very conservative, financial services company. I recently paid a visit to headquarters in Manhattan. The HQ is one of the higher skyscrapers in Lower Manhattan and I usually setup camp on the 50th floor close to some colleagues I work with. Seeing all of the businessmen in their shirts and ties really gets me going. Something about being able to identify a jock's nice frame while fully clothed makes me fantasize about how exciting it would be to grab one by the tie and pull him on for a long kiss.

On one particular morning, I found myself waiting longer than usual in the lobby to catch an elevator up to 50. The people were collecting in front of the elevator doors to push in front of others that were there earlier. There was no shortage of handsome guys.

A ding directly behind me signaled the arrival of an elevator. I stepped in, pushed 50 and stepped all the way to the back. A flood of people crowded in and we were standing very close. I became aware of the guy in front of me almost immediately. Nearly bald head, masculine frame. He was impeccably dressed and smelled delicious, not sure of his cologne. I inhaled deeply to take in his essence. Shortly after the doors closed and the elevator began to rise, I felt the brush of a hand across the front of my trousers. My dick jumped at the attention. I didn't think much of it until the hand came back and this time zeroed in on my wood. There was no mistaking the fingers wrapping around my boner and giving them an intent squeeze. My initial reaction was, "what the Hell just happened?" It wasn't totally clear to me who had done it. When it happened again, I saw the hand connected to the guy standing directly in front of me. All I could see of this guy was the back of his shaved head. With him so close, I inhaled his smell and let out an approving sigh.

There were so many people crammed into this small space that no one was the wiser what was going on. He gently rocked standing in front of me which caused my dick to slide up and down the crack of his ass. I was completely hard by now and a little turned on by the fact this was all happening with someone I couldn't identify as I'd never seen his face!

When we'd reached the upper floors and people started exiting there was more space, but my elevator buddy stayed firmly glued to the front of my crotch. I had already decided that I would exit wherever this guy was getting off. On my floor, 50, the doors opened but nobody moved. The man in front of me again squeezed my cock as if to say, "don't go yet."

On 53 the guy made a move and half turned speaking directly to me, "this is us!" I smile and we exited, me close behind him.

The dude was sexy. Shaved head, stubbly blond beard and piercing blue eyes. I would totally have been in to him had I seen him first! He no longer paid any attention to me, but silently lead me into the office and down the hallway. I followed obediently. We walked all the way down the length of the hallway to the corner office. He stepped in and when I followed, he closed and locked the door behind me.

As soon as the door latched, this guy was on his knees unzipping my pants. No asking me if I wanted head. No "how do you do? What's your name?" He knew what he wanted and he was going for it. I like that in a guy. He was straight to the point. He swallowed me to the hilt right from the get-go. I felt waves of bliss wash over my body as the guy worshipped my dick. He teased the Hell out of me. Working my cock all the way to the base with his mouth, he would whimper like he'd been deprived of dick for days. Then he'd send me into convulsions by jacking my dick while he blew me...that added hand action is the quick path to my spraying his tonsils with my load. The guy was eager and he worked me intently for 20 or so minutes. Every time I would get close, he'd back off slightly so as not to rush me to orgasm. Truth be told, I would have loved him to let me cum. I left without touching myself this morning and my dick wasn't at all happy about the snub.

The only words he'd say, "Are you ready to feed me your big load?" were met with my equally short, emphatic reply, "Fuck yeah!"

He went crazy. He cupped my ass with both hands and started pistoning his face up and down the shaft of my cock. A hard, very audible cum was now inevitable. I swear I almost lost my balance as every muscle in my body started to quake. This man wanted it and he wanted it bad. I tried to maintain a bit of decorum, but my grunts grew louder as I shot volley after volley of hot jizz down this bald cocksucker's throat. I had to brace myself on this hunk's shoulders to keep from falling over.

Slowly I regained my balance, my vision and my composure. What happened next, sent my mind into sexual overdrive for the remainder of the day. My assailant stood up and unbuttoned his pants. He grabbed a handful of slobber from my cock and proceeded to dump a hefty load of his own into my briefs as they lay there circling my ankles. Staring directly into my eyes, he shot off without so much as a peep.

I had to laugh. Not a paper towel in sight, I had no choice but to button up with this studs spunk now seeping around my nuts and into the crack of my ass. We smiled. I left without thanking him, but not before using his tie to wipe off the last little bit of my cum from his chin.

The Amsterdam Box

My first recollection was that it was dark and that I couldn't move. I struggled to move my arms but restraints held my wrists in place. Further struggling would reveal restraints around my ankles, chest and forehead. "Where the fuck am I?" I wondered, half out loud.

Last I remember I was boozing it up with a handsome attorney I'd met cruising the courthouse bathrooms. We decided to grab a drink and he'd asked me whether I'd ever been to a Dungeon Party and if I knew what an Amsterdam Box was. Sure I'd been passed around at lots of leather parties but I admit the Amsterdam Box was completely foreign to me. The next thing I knew the room starts spinning and I was blacking out.

Holy shit! I've been drugged! A momentary wave of panic overcame me. I've been in sticky situations before, but to come to completely immobilized in the dark makes it harder to defend oneself should the need arise. I'm alert now and start to become aware of my surroundings.

Not only is it dark. It's pitch black. Also, I'm not in a dark room. I may be restrained but I am aware I am closely contained in a box. This revelation comes to me when I struggle to move my head and bump my nose on a flat surface directly in front of me. Wildly wiggling my fingers, I scratch a wooden surface...a wall in front of me.

Suddenly I'm awash in a wave of nausea. I can't perceive whether I am standing or lying flat and the uncertainty of it makes me dizzy. It's only when I relax and breathe that I can feel gravity and deduce that I am standing though restrained against a wall, in a box.

Again, the gravity of my situation starts to sink in and I'm feeling a bit that I may be in for more than I can handle. Then I hear snickering. Outside of the box, I'm not alone. I strive to figure out how many people are outside. Do I yell for help?

Before I have a chance to settle on my next move, a panel slides to the right in front of my face. I am blinded by what strikes me as the brightest light. A complete stranger stares at me as I wince to make out his face. I don't recognize this person. From what I can see, he's decked out in leather, has a goatee and is quite handsome. "He's coming around," he says. The attorney walks into my field of vision and looks directly in my eyes and says, "Now you'll know what it feels like to be in an Amsterdam Box." The door in front of my eyes closes shut, but another in front of my crotch opens.

I'm naked. I'm suddenly aware of this fact and find it funny it didn't dawn on me until just now. A hand reaches in and fondles my dick. I start to get hard. A hand, obviously masculine, tugs at my dick. The guy plants a kiss on the head of my cock and I throb in response. Then I feel waves of excruciating pain as the guy attaches clothes pins to my ball sack. Several clamps bite down on my nuts and waves of agony wash over me. I am almost blinded with pain and think I'm close to vomiting on myself in the box. "Aww, he doesn't like it, his boner went away," a new voice said from outside the box. I make audible sounds of

distress, but don't scream out for fear that the torture will get worse.

One by one the clamps come off, though the pain and nausea linger. Another panel opens in front of my chest and the clamps are affixed to my nipples. It's painful, but bearable compares to my nuts. My nipples are hard-wired to my dick and my bone reemerges in full force.

I feel someone go down on me. Warm, wet breathe circles my dick and is followed by a man's lips sucking my cock. I'm sure it's a dude because I can feel the tickling of his mustache on my wet shaft. I'm in pain and ecstasy in the same moment. The rhythmic sucking on my shaft keeps edging me closer and closer to climax, but just before the point of no return, the cocksucker eases off and leaves me hanging. "Let me suck it," another one says and then another, and another. Mouth after mouth take turns on my pole. Some are experts, some rake me with their teeth, but I am helpless to protest.

I hear another panel slide open but I am momentarily unaware of its location. A lubed up finger pushes into my ass but only long enough to leave some grease in my hole. A hard dick pushes against my shitter and the little bit of slickness makes it easy for this man to enter my butthole.

I can't fucking move. Instinctively I want to bend forward to provide more direct access to my ass, but I am rigidly bound to standing straight up in this box. A mouth expertly sucks my dick while some guy invades my guts. I feel weak having to maintain this position, but I've no choice.

Mouth after mouth worked my dick and I blew several loads that night. Similarly, dicks took turns polluting my ass with loads of hot spunk which ran down my legs. When I was eventually extracted from the box, I was exhausted and sore from head to toe. A troll-like Dungeon Master named Dave was the man kind enough to release me. He owned the house where the party was held and the Box was kept. He rubbed my muscles and aches a little before helping me to a shower where I could clean up and poop out

what felt like a gallon of jizz from my ass.

Where did you find this amazing box I finally asked? The answer was Amsterdam, as you probably have guessed. How long was I in there? "Close to 4 hours," he replied. "It felt like longer," I said which I guess happens when you're almost totally sensory deprived.

I wish I'd gotten to blow some of these guys, I mumbled to myself. "Oh you will, we've another party on Friday and then fresh meat will be in the Box." I almost wished it were me.

Ambushed!

I've this friend, Tucker, and I trust him completely. We met on a hookup site and became fast friends. It's not often I connect with someone in that way. My intention was only to worship his cock and send him on his way. When we played for the first time, we hung out for a bit after and from that moment on, he was what you would consider a friend with (great) benefits.

Tucker was a hair over six foot tall. His tall and lean frame are covered with the lightest blond hair. All that light peach fuzz on his body just made me crazy when I first laid eyes on him. He was a bit older than me, perhaps 10 years and I always suspected he was married, though we never did get too personal. He would come over to my house, put me through my paces, and then he'd either leave immediately after or spend the whole afternoon with me just lounging around naked. He was just so sexy to be around that I rather liked when he would stay and I would just soak in his good looks.

Tucker had a bent side which I loved. He would often suggest that I should be naked and blindfolded waiting on my knees. I'm totally into that and, like I said, I totally trusted him so I was happy to oblige. The first time he made this suggestion, I was cleaned and ready with one of my neck ties around my head covering my eyes. He came in, was completely silent and our afternoon began by him smacking my face with his cock and pushing his dick into my mouth. I swear, the idea of being made to submit this way with my senses deprived was intense and from the very beginning of our playtime I was leaking precum without even touching myself. I sucked on his thick dick and occasionally he would stick a bottle of poppers under my nose for me to whiff. It drove me crazy. That afternoon he bound up my nuts with rope and held them like a leash. I willingly let him tie me down and he affixed plastic clamps to my nipples which hurt like a mother fucker, but I was too aroused to protest. He took turns sodomizing me with a dildo and then fucking me raw with his own cock. I would writhe and struggle against the restraints but I was really enjoying every minute of it. Later he would remove the blindfold and we would make out...but he wouldn't untie me until he'd fucked me as much as he'd wanted and then he'd make me clean off his dick by shoving it in my mouth. When he'd untie me and leave, I would always have to jack off again recalling what had just happened to me. He was just such a hot, intense fuck, that I wanted to relive it over and over.

On a visit not unlike any other, Tucker called me up to make plans. He again gave me instructions to be on my knees, naked and blindfolded. I was primed and ready. When he arrived he instructed me to bend over the bed. He proceeded to tie my legs apart, leaving my ass free for a pummeling. He spread my arms apart, and immobilized me by anchoring them down...my mouth open for assault from the front. He poppered me up like normal and began feeding me his dick. I worked his cock, nursing it to be good and hard for when he'd fuck me. More poppers, more cock. I was lost in a fog with Tucker's hand on the back of my head pushing his dick into my throat. I felt a finger lubing up my ass and then his tongue found it's way to my hole. Oh fuck, I've got a dick down my throat and he's tonguing my ass. I love that. Next I felt a mouth on my dick. I was in sensory overload. I felt good all over. I was suddenly perplexed, how could Tucker be in all these places at the same time? I was drunk on poppers and the cock pounding my throat didn't allow me to ask or protest. I began to concentrate and realized that we were not alone. My realization was confirmed when I felt a cock press up against my ass. Tucker, or at least I thought it was Tucker, was face-fucking me and now a new dick was forcing it's way into my gut...and still someone was blowing me. I'm completely turned on and completely unable to fight off these invaders, even if I had wanted to.  I winced in a little pain as this dick pushed past my sphincter. This one's big, I thought, but blindfolded it's hard to know as everything seemed bigger. These two guys were making out and pumping in and out of my mouth and ass. They're synchronized and I feel like I've got 16" in me at the same time.  Finally someone spoke, "think he's loosened up enough?" I don't recognize the voice but in a silent reply the big dick in my ass pulls out and another takes its place. Who is this, I think but it hardly matters. I was powerless against these guys using me and filling me full of poppers.  Still blindfolded, dick after dick took turns fucking my ass and mouth. I was sweaty and exhausted from the workout. I'd cum myself by then two or three times by someone tenderizing my Prostate...my load pooled on the carpet between my stretched out legs.

When the ambush ended only Tucker was left to untie me and remove the blindfold. He cleaned me tenderly and massaged my aching muscles having held the same position for such an extended period of time.  "What the Hell just happened?" I asked once I'd had a moment to recover.  Tucker grinned and said, "I was talking with some of my closer friends about how I never get any at home and how I'd formed this friendship with you to get my needs met. They commented how lucky I was, but didn't want to be caught or recognized for doing anything with another guy. I cooked up this ambush  so we could all have a little fun. I knew you'd be into it and these guys totally got off on you not knowing. It was a win-win. Don't worry, you were completely safe. I wouldn't let anything happen to my number one cocksucker."

He left and, like I always do, I jacked off another load remembering what I could about what just happened. I ended up cumming thinking about the fact that there are guys out there that have fucked me and I would never be able to recognize them.

The Bijoux

On a seedier stretch of Michigan Avenue there used to be an adult bookstore called the Bijoux. It consisted of an adult theatre showing horrible grainy, straight porn with rows of dilapidated seating crusty with cum. The front of the store sold movies, dildos, and magazines. But the best part of the Bijoux, at least for me, was the adult arcade…a dark, maze of booths where porn played and horny men would feed quarters into machines waiting for faggots like me to entice them to stick their dicks through one of the many glory holes. I used to drink five, six loads of cum on my way home from work. On one particular night I'll never forget, I got to blow my uncle, the fag-hater.


When I came out I never planned to declare it openly to everyone in my family. Truth be known, some of them are hicks and I knew they would have a problem with it. Like it or not, when I did eventually tell my parents, my mom freaked out and shared the news with everyone in the family thinking that having it all out in the open would be the quickest way to start the 'healing'. It didn’t really work out that way.

My dad was the oldest of four brothers and his youngest brother, Rick, couldn't accept me being gay. He called me all kinds of hateful things, not the least of which I minded. Whenever I happened to get stuck attending family functions he always treated me as if I didn't exist. To Uncle Rick, I was invisible.

This only bothered me because my Uncle Rick and I were pretty close in age. Being only 7 years apart, we used to hang out and do stuff. I always had a crush on him growing up. He was so freaking handsome to me and had one of those naturally fit bodies. He grew a beard when he was still in high school and I was so turned on by that. He liked to parade around shirtless in just jeans and his furry chest and stomach coupled with that beard caused me many painful erections. We would wrestle around a lot and it was heaven for me to be able to touch his masculine body. But a couple of times maybe things got too intense and he would forcibly push me away and get defensive that I was enjoying it too much. As I got older, and more desirous of him, we did less and less together.

The Bijoux was clear on the other side of town from my family or anyone I knew for that matter. Once I got my license, I just started looking for places to suck dick and this one was the best. I always parked across the divided highway to hide my activities, I'm not sure why. That day, I had had a rough day at work. My Boss was always bitching about something or other and I was just beat down. Nothing helped me forget my problems like sucking cock and that night I needed to eat some cum!

I like to play this game with myself. I will take a walk around the booths to survey the crowd a little and let the guys see me. Then I will wait for the guy in my favorite booth to leave and I'd quickly take his place. Inside, I would strip down...get completely naked. I would just toss my clothes on the floor not really caring if they got cum or dirt on them from the last guy. I would kneel in front of the glory hole and start stroking my cock. When I'm on my knees parked in front of a hole, my heart starts to race and I always get a raging boner. My rule is this: no matter who comes in to the adjoining booth, I have to blow them. If they are fat, ugly, small dick...whatever...it doesn't matter. As a cock sucker it is my job to relieve anyone that comes into that booth. I love surrendering to chance who it might be that should come in and it is exciting to me to have no choice in the matter of who's cum I eat.

That night I was looking to forget: forget my day, my job, all of my problems. I was edging myself and collecting loads. I let a rather large, uncut dick slip past my lips and back through the hole. The last few drops of cum stuck to the bottom of the glory hole as he pulled his cock through. This guy’s load was big and I remembered his dick...I'd blown him before. One of my regulars, though I would never recognize him by his face. I had a couple of minutes to relish his load before the door opened again and I heard someone shuffle in next door.

I stuck my finger into the hole giving my signal that I was looking for another load. There was no action on the other side of the wall. Frustrated that someone was occupying the room with my glory hole but not feeding me their dick, I attempted to get a look at the perpetrator. The light from the movie scene inside gave me ample opportunity to recognize my uncle. I froze with fear. Oh shit! Does he know I'm here? If he found out, I could pretty much guarantee he would beat the shit out of me. He turned to look down at the hole and I pulled back and hid so he wouldn't be able to see my face. My heart was pounding out of my chest. My fear was now being mixed with desire. I wanted to see his cock. I'd wanted to blow him ever since I knew what a blowjob was and here he was in the booth opposite me. I stole another peek and he was watching straight porn on the screen and rubbing his dick through his jeans.

I started to calm a bit. Clearly he didn't know I was here and clearly he was here for something. I just hoped that something was the same something I was there for too. I changed the channel in my booth to a station that provided the least amount of light to see into my space. Staying out of the light, I again poked my finger through the hole. This time he noticed and again attempted to get a look at the mystery guy on the other side of the hole. When he was unable to identify me, he stood up and turned his bulge toward the hole. He still wouldn't unbutton his fly, but he pressed his crotch close enough that I could reach out and paw his dick. I think that was all the coaxing he needed. He stepped back and peeled open his pants. He fumbled to get his dick out and when it sprung free, he dangled it just out of reach of the hole.

He had a nice, long shaft. Not terribly thick and it had a slight bend to the right. The head of his dick was full and pink and a drop of oozy pre-cum clung to his piss slit. It was now or never and I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue hoping to receive my prize. The moments that passed seemed like hours, but a second before I would have given up and withdrawn defeated, I felt that drop of cum touch the tip of my tongue. Slowly he eased his dick into my waiting mouth until I could feel his pubes against my lips. I closed my mouth around his dick and swallowed hard creating suction and began to work the length of his dick. He moaned softly and started to fuck the wall in sync with my mouth.

At this point I had blown my own load all over the wall in front of me…all of this done without touching myself. The thought and feeling of Uncle Rick's cock in my mouth was more than I could take…more than I could have hoped for. Thoughts of his sexy, furry body fucking my face though the hole in the wall pushed me over the top and now I was whimpering...I wanted to taste his load, the load of my uncle.

The wall creaked. He had gripped hard against the corners and was pressing his full weight against the wall. His balls tightened and his cock got even harder as his cum shot was building. “Ohh God,” he said… the first audible words from that booth as the first of several spasms of cum shot into my mouth. It was no different than anyone else’s cum, but to me it tasted all that much better knowing I had done something so taboo. I was swallowing my uncle’s jizz! My father’s brother had his dick down my throat and was emptying his cum into my hungry gut. I started to get hard again, just the idea of doing something so wrong, so morally reprehensible. It crossed my mind to fuck with my uncle and reveal myself. I soon decided that I wouldn’t partially for my own safety and partially out of the idea he might one day feed me again.

It could be you...

It always starts the way we met. I'm supposed to be at work already, but I'm horny and no one in the office really knows what time to expect me. I've been studying your pics now for a week and I'm excited in anticipation of meeting you and even more of blowing you. I got up, went to the gym and am back in my hotel room all cleaned up. I'm barefoot and wearing a pair of jeans only. No shirt. No underwear. I've been edging this whole morning but have stopped touching myself, I just know that meeting you is going to be too hot and I don't want it to end so quickly.

You're on your way now and my heart is beating fast. More than anything I want to kiss you. I know that, in that kiss, I'll be able to tell what kind of experience this is going to be. There's the knock at the door.


I open the door and invite you in. Our eyes meet but only for a second because you didn't expect me to be shirtless and you're now studying my chest. We don't waste words. You drop your coat and I slide my arm around your waist and pull you into me. Your hands cup my chest and I go in for the kiss. It's good. It's really good and now I'm more turned on than ever. I can feel your big wood growing against my leg. I like it a lot. I can tell you like kissing me. You pull your shirt over your head and press your smooth, lean body against my furriness. The contrast between our bodies is exciting. You like my fur and I like touching your smooth skin. More kissing. It's intense. It's the kind of kiss that neither one of us will soon forget. Kissing for me is key and I'm getting really turned on by kissing you. Our bodies are now pressed tightly together. Our chests pressed close. You reach around and grab my ass in a silent statement that lets me know you want to fuck me.


I'm going crazy. I want to go down on you but the anticipation is so good, I have to try and hold off a bit longer. Sensing what I want, you take a step back and slide off you shoes and socks, showing off as your dick tents the front of your pants. As you fumble with your socks I drop my jeans to the floor and step of of them. I want to be the one to be eye level with you cock when it springs free from your running pants. You grab for my dick but it slides from your grasp as I kneel down and wrap my arms around your waist and slide my fingers inside your waistband. You can tell I want it bad. I slowly slide your pants down taking care to leave room for your hard cock. At first sight I'm in love. It's big. Bigger than it looks in your pictures and it hangs straight out away from your body. It's so heavy and thick it's pointing out right at my face. I move in to get a sense of it, but I'm not yet ready to taste you. I look up into you eyes and say, "I've really been looking forward to blowing you." You take your hand and grab the back of my head and guide my face to your dick.

I open my mouth and take in as much as will initially fit. I'm nearly half way down before I close my lips around your shaft and suck firmly as I slide off the head of your cock. I moan a little knowing that it's going to take some more effort to take in the rest of you. Your head relaxes and you close your eyes and you sigh. I go down a little farther and then a little farther until I can now slide your thick shaft all the way down my throat. I can tell you like it because now you're moaning too. I vary my pace and depth to ensure I keep building your excitement. I swallow you up, pressing my nose into your crotch and pause with you deep inside me.

You pause and pull me to my feet. We kiss some more and you embrace me and together we fall slowly onto the bed. I'm laying back and you slide down my body pausing to suck my cock. I like it, but I know that you're hotter than I imagined you'd be and I might cum too soon if you keep up the way you're going. Almost as if you know I'm getting close, you let my cock slip out of your mouth and raise my legs up to expose my ass. You forcibly shove hour face against my asshole and I can feel your tongue prodding against my sphincter. You work my hole with your mouth and tongue getting it ready for the invasion by your thick bone. I love the way you eat my ass. I can feel myself slowly relaxing and my desire to give it up to you is growing even faster. I half thought that our encounter would simple be me blowing you, but it's clear that both you and I want more and the thoughts of you fucking me and filling my ass with your hot cum are almost more than I can take.


You extend your arms and push my legs up over my head even farther. You look into my eyes and lean in so the head of your dick presses against my anus. As you apply pressure my ass is getting a sense of just how really big you are. I tighten up and you smile and dive back down to eat my hole some more.


Finally you reach over and grab the lube from the bedside table. You tease me by squirting it into your hand and stroking the shaft of your dick. You fucker! You're making me want you even more. You continue this game of cat and mouse which is noticeably getting me crazy with lust. You lube up a finger and then two and probe my asshole. I'm starting to lick pre-cum. I'm aroused like you wouldn't believe and am near begging you for it when you say, "I'm going to fuck you now...and you're going to take it. You're going to take all of it."


You totally have me now. I'm yours for you to use however you want. You press your dick against my butthole and gently push. My ass eases open under your assault. My face changes and I'm almost at a whimper with mixed emotions. I feel so good and at the same time so violated as the head of your dick passes into my colon. You throb a little and I can feel your thickness stretching me wider. You slowly continue pushing giving me more and more of your monster cock. Just when I think I can't handle any more, you tell me you're half way in. I sigh a smile and think, this is going to be the fuck of a lifetime... And it is.


When you're fully inside me, you situate your legs to give yourself good balance and deep access to my guts. You thrust forward, your pubes against my ass and I wince a little feeling your massive cock inside me. You pause deep in me to give me the opportunity to catch my breath. When you can see I'm ready, you slowly slide your dick almost all the way out, leaving just the head inside. My mouth is open, but I've stopped breathing. The feeling is incredible and overwhelming and I'm in a state of complete Nirvana as you take your time sliding your entire shaft in and out of my ass. You slowly build speed... Each thrust is building in intensity and I'm verbally crying out to you, "Fuck me, Ohh God Fuck me!" I reach for my dick which is now rock hard and oozing pre-cum. You bat my hand away as if knowing that if I touch myself my orgasm will soon follow. I submit. My ass is yours. You're using my body for your pleasure and yours alone.


Soon after wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. I can feel my balls tightening and I'm getting the feeling like I'm going to cum just from you fucking me. I squeeze my asshole trying to fight the growing sensation. You sense what's happening and yell out, "Not yet!" and slap my face in an effort to squash my climax. I bear down and squint my eyes trying to fight the urge to cum. You slow your thrusts until I'm out of the woods, then you roll my legs over and tell me to get on my knees.


I squat like a dog and you enter me again from behind with a little more lube. Fuck! I can't believe how deep you're in me. My ass is now relaxed and your dick feels like it was made to fuck me. My cock is hard and strands of pre-cum leak from my slit onto the bed sheet.

"You want it in you, buddy?" you ask grabbing my shoulders as your motions get more forceful.


"Yea, shoot your seed in my hole. I want to feel your cum in my ass!"


My head is now buried in the pillow as you start to pump your load into my ass. I can feel your load shooting inside me and your breathing is short and rough. Your grunting drives me crazy and I'm thinking about how much I wanted you to shoot your cum inside me. I never let anyone do that, but with you I couldn't help myself.

You tire and collapse on top of me. We fall together into the bed relaxing, your softening cock still in me. "So fucking good," you say. I agree, so fucking good.

But I still want more. I haven't cum and I really wanted to eat your load. "You got another one in you, stud?" I ask. You smile and tell me, "give me fifteen and I'll give you more." We lounge tangled together for some time. We make out and look into each others eyes. There's so much we could say, but we don't because we're afraid that the other won't share those same feelings. Our eyes say everything while our lips stay silent. We kiss, we embrace.

I rise up and kiss your mouth, then your chin. I kiss your neck and move down to your chest. I kiss your nipples and your stomach. The attention is causing you to grow and I'm sure I'll get that load I'm after. I nuzzle my nose up under your balls. I inhale deeply and can smell me on your crotch. I lick your nuts and move up your shaft. I reach around and pull your dick toward my mouth. You raise yourself up on your elbows to watch me suck your cock. I've got one hand stroking my dick and I use the other to stroke your cock as I blow you. The rhythm is intense and you shift to stand up beside the bed. I move to my knees, my dick standing straight out hanging between my legs you guide my head to you dick again and I'm moments away from cumming myself. You see me start to spasm and lose my load on the carpet. I'm moaning with your dick in mouth and you grab my head with both hands and proceed to brutally fuck my face. Deep thrusts, all the way down my throat. I can barely catch my breath. You tell me, "I'm cumming" and let loose another volley of jizz into my mouth. It tastes so good and I'm eager to take every drop. I grab your ass with my arms and support you while the last couple of blasts shoot by my tonsils. My throat is spent, a little sore from the attack, but your cum on my breath makes it all worthwhile.

You lift me again onto the bed and we doze tangled in each others arms.