Saturday
Friday
His favorite jackoff shirt...
His favorite jackoff shirt...: "No doubt, this hot jacker has on his 'lucky' shirt....looks like that tee has caught a few loads ~~~
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Tuesday
Monday
Hung white stud in craiglist.
Hung white stud in craiglist.: "
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very verbal, nearly 10 inches, great physical condition, and aggressive.
Hairy pubes on straight guys
Hairy pubes on straight guys: "
One thing I love about str8 dudes is that they don't often shave or trim their pubic hair. I know this is changing with metrosexual guys going for waxes and shit, but most straight guys still don't care about trimming down their body hair. I love that full masculine scent of a dudes cock with a full bush around it. I perv on so many straight guys in the gym locker rooms - really muscular big guys naked and they've got glistening full pubic hair around their cocks and down the cracks of their ass. Bald dicks look wrong. But that's just my opinion. 
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One thing I love about str8 dudes is that they don't often shave or trim their pubic hair. I know this is changing with metrosexual guys going for waxes and shit, but most straight guys still don't care about trimming down their body hair. I love that full masculine scent of a dudes cock with a full bush around it. I perv on so many straight guys in the gym locker rooms - really muscular big guys naked and they've got glistening full pubic hair around their cocks and down the cracks of their ass. Bald dicks look wrong. But that's just my opinion. Sunday
public restroom story 2
I was a second year medical student and learning how to perform physical exams at a local physicians office. One the patients that came in was a very tall, well built, muscular fireman who was coming in for his annual physical. I was very distracted by his body the entire time I was doing the initial history. I was disappointed to learn he was married and had three children and that his wife and youngest two kids were in the waiting room while he finished his appointment. He was the last patient of the morning and I proceeded to examine him, enjoying every part of his body and couldn't help but to get a ragging hard on when I examined his penis and testicles. This guy was 6'2" with dark brown hair and blue eyes. His muscular chest had very pronounced pecs covered in hair and a treasure trail that ran down his perfectly sculped abs toward this massive 6 inch limp cock that was laying over these great, plump low hangers. We finished and the doctor I was working with came in to do the prostate exam and I stepped out to finish writing in the chart.
I left the office for lunch and headed to the basement of the building where the vending machines were so I could buy a soda. Before getting my coke, I went into the bathroom. I had not used that bathroom the whole month, but was struck by how large and echoey it was. The door was very loud when opening and then there was somewhat of a maze before walking into the actually restroom which first was lined with sinks, then the stalls and then tucked away were the urinals. I proceeded to walk toward the urinals and unzipped when I heard the loud restroom door swing open. A few moments later, the hot fireman whose balls I had just finished probing 15 minutes ago was standing there next to me.
He said, "Fancy meeting you here."
I chuckled like a little school kid and thought boy would my wife kill me if she even knew the thoughts that were running through my head because of this guy.
Well, I was about to finishing urinating when I noticed that Brian, the hot fireman was not peeing. I risked it and glanced over to him. I was in heaven as I found him standing at the urinal thrusting his hip forward with his arms relaxed at the side and just flexing his cock up and down. He was making his cock bounce and grow hard. I looked up to his face and he had a devilish grin.
He said, "I thought you might want a show. I noticed you became quite hard when you touched it." He paused and my heart began to race. By now the monster cock had grown into the most beautiful 9 1/2 inch thick rock hard piece of tube steak that any questions about me being bi were quickly answered.
"Do you want it?" I heard him say bring me back to the fact that there was a person attached to that cock.
I turned over slightly and got to my knees and began to lick the long shaft up and down. I followed the massive thick bulging veins of his cock with the tip of my tongue until I reached the base and then back up to the tip. I then went back down and placed his plump balls in my mouth and tea bagged him. He begged for me to chew on them, to put pressure and he grabbed onto my head and started ordering me to eat his nuts.
I was fully consumed in the moment that I did hear the door to the restroom open.
A woman's voice called out, "Brian, Brian, are you ok? Lance has to use the potty."
Brian said, "Shit, its my wife. We came down here to get the kids candy from the vending machines and I came in hear to spank one out thinking about you getting hard. I never thought you'd actually be in here."
"Stay here." he ordered and said "Send him in, I'll set him up". So I stayed on the floor, on my knees in front of a row of urinals like a dirty cocksucking whore while he walked over and set up his son in a stall. Due to the construction of the bathroom, the son never saw me.
Brian then walked over toward me, leaned into my ear and said, "I know you want to suck my daddy juice out of me, but you don't have much time. Try to get it... show me how much you really want it."
At first I was shocked and thought how could I with his son in the restroom. I think he caught on to this and brought me back to the moment because I then felt his massive hands grab my head and lean my mouth toward his cock. I didn't know what to do at this point. Fearing that his son would hear something and worse that his wife would find out and then report me to the office I had been working for ruining my start at my medical education, I proceeded to suck. I have him the best blow job I had given in my short life span as a cock sucker. I was fully committed and learned for the first time (fear being the greatest motivator) how to relax my throat muscles and deep throated his cock. He went wild and started fucking my throat. I grabbed onto his huge hairy, muscular thighs and began to go wild at the delicious taste of his precum. He then began grunting and started whispering, take it! eat it!
And then, he released an ocean of daddy juice into my mouth and I swallowed and guzzled down every drop except for some that leaked out of the right corner of my mouth. I hadn't noticed but I had cum without touching my cock and had squirted some cum on his hairy legs.
He grabbed me by my chin and lead me up to where we were almost face to face. He then leaned in and licked his cum off of my face and gave me a very deep french kiss. We stopped and I pointed to his legs.
He leaned in and whispered into my ear that he would leave it there as a sticky reminder of the pleasure I had provided him. He then turned around and walked toward the stalls, swung open the door to the one where his son was and I near fainted realizing the door had not been lock the entire time, but merely approximated to close and his son could have come out at any time.
I was freaked out and quickly walked to the sinks, washed my hands, rinsed my mouth, and made sure my clothes were back in order after cleaning off my dick. I walked out of the restroom and ran into Brian's wife who was holding there youngest child in her arms. I politely smiled and walked past her feeling guilty, but jealous at the same time realizing what she had in her bed every night.
Since then, I have enjoyed many restroom encounters. This was my first and still my hottest.
I left the office for lunch and headed to the basement of the building where the vending machines were so I could buy a soda. Before getting my coke, I went into the bathroom. I had not used that bathroom the whole month, but was struck by how large and echoey it was. The door was very loud when opening and then there was somewhat of a maze before walking into the actually restroom which first was lined with sinks, then the stalls and then tucked away were the urinals. I proceeded to walk toward the urinals and unzipped when I heard the loud restroom door swing open. A few moments later, the hot fireman whose balls I had just finished probing 15 minutes ago was standing there next to me.
He said, "Fancy meeting you here."
I chuckled like a little school kid and thought boy would my wife kill me if she even knew the thoughts that were running through my head because of this guy.
Well, I was about to finishing urinating when I noticed that Brian, the hot fireman was not peeing. I risked it and glanced over to him. I was in heaven as I found him standing at the urinal thrusting his hip forward with his arms relaxed at the side and just flexing his cock up and down. He was making his cock bounce and grow hard. I looked up to his face and he had a devilish grin.
He said, "I thought you might want a show. I noticed you became quite hard when you touched it." He paused and my heart began to race. By now the monster cock had grown into the most beautiful 9 1/2 inch thick rock hard piece of tube steak that any questions about me being bi were quickly answered.
"Do you want it?" I heard him say bring me back to the fact that there was a person attached to that cock.
I turned over slightly and got to my knees and began to lick the long shaft up and down. I followed the massive thick bulging veins of his cock with the tip of my tongue until I reached the base and then back up to the tip. I then went back down and placed his plump balls in my mouth and tea bagged him. He begged for me to chew on them, to put pressure and he grabbed onto my head and started ordering me to eat his nuts.
I was fully consumed in the moment that I did hear the door to the restroom open.
A woman's voice called out, "Brian, Brian, are you ok? Lance has to use the potty."
Brian said, "Shit, its my wife. We came down here to get the kids candy from the vending machines and I came in hear to spank one out thinking about you getting hard. I never thought you'd actually be in here."
"Stay here." he ordered and said "Send him in, I'll set him up". So I stayed on the floor, on my knees in front of a row of urinals like a dirty cocksucking whore while he walked over and set up his son in a stall. Due to the construction of the bathroom, the son never saw me.
Brian then walked over toward me, leaned into my ear and said, "I know you want to suck my daddy juice out of me, but you don't have much time. Try to get it... show me how much you really want it."
At first I was shocked and thought how could I with his son in the restroom. I think he caught on to this and brought me back to the moment because I then felt his massive hands grab my head and lean my mouth toward his cock. I didn't know what to do at this point. Fearing that his son would hear something and worse that his wife would find out and then report me to the office I had been working for ruining my start at my medical education, I proceeded to suck. I have him the best blow job I had given in my short life span as a cock sucker. I was fully committed and learned for the first time (fear being the greatest motivator) how to relax my throat muscles and deep throated his cock. He went wild and started fucking my throat. I grabbed onto his huge hairy, muscular thighs and began to go wild at the delicious taste of his precum. He then began grunting and started whispering, take it! eat it!
And then, he released an ocean of daddy juice into my mouth and I swallowed and guzzled down every drop except for some that leaked out of the right corner of my mouth. I hadn't noticed but I had cum without touching my cock and had squirted some cum on his hairy legs.
He grabbed me by my chin and lead me up to where we were almost face to face. He then leaned in and licked his cum off of my face and gave me a very deep french kiss. We stopped and I pointed to his legs.
He leaned in and whispered into my ear that he would leave it there as a sticky reminder of the pleasure I had provided him. He then turned around and walked toward the stalls, swung open the door to the one where his son was and I near fainted realizing the door had not been lock the entire time, but merely approximated to close and his son could have come out at any time.
I was freaked out and quickly walked to the sinks, washed my hands, rinsed my mouth, and made sure my clothes were back in order after cleaning off my dick. I walked out of the restroom and ran into Brian's wife who was holding there youngest child in her arms. I politely smiled and walked past her feeling guilty, but jealous at the same time realizing what she had in her bed every night.
Since then, I have enjoyed many restroom encounters. This was my first and still my hottest.
public restroom story
I had recently graduated from college and was shopping at a local mall when I decided to go to the public restroom because I had to take a dump. I had grown up in a conservative family and had gone to a conservative university - so I didn't know anything happened between the stalls of the men's room.
But as I sat there, I saw some shadows moving around on the floor and my curiosity drove me to look under the wall to see what was going on. Just as I bent over, I saw the guy two stalls down sliding on his back over to the next stall. I was so shocked that I just sat straight up and wondered what was going on.
I left because I didn't know how to handle it, but was back after a few days. It didn't take me long to figure out what was going on and how things worked. Long story short, I was sitting in one of the stalls and a young guy walked out of his stall and peeked into mine. He then went to the mirrored sink in front of me and started playing with himself. I came out of my stall and walked toward him. He indicated that we should go somewhere else because that restroom was quite busy.
We walked into a department store restroom and luckily it was empty. He motioned for each of us to go into the two stalls. It wasn't long before he had motioned for me to slide under the stall so that he could suck me, which he did masterfully. I was curious to know how his cock felt, so I pulled out of his mouth and motioned for him to slide under the stall so I could feel him.
Well, he must have been working on himself while he was sucking me because right after I put my hand on his cock, he grabbed himself and started firing away. Now, I had played with a couple of guys in high school and college, and I had enjoyed watching them squirt because to me, it shows the ultimate in satisfaction. But I had never seen anything like this.
When this guy started squirting, I immediately had to jump out of the way. His first shot went about two feet across my stall. But that was not all. He kept shooting those big squirts all over the place. I thought he was going to repaint the floor! I lost track of the shots, but I'll bet it was close to ten - and each of them was just as strong!
That was the beginning of my addiction to seeing guys cum - and especially enjoying the ones who shoot big loads (that's why I love watching videos of Spike, Paul Morgan, Manuel Rios, Paul Valerey, etc.) So, Brian - if you're reading this and remember this story from about 25 years ago, please contact me!!! I'd love to relive that scene!
But as I sat there, I saw some shadows moving around on the floor and my curiosity drove me to look under the wall to see what was going on. Just as I bent over, I saw the guy two stalls down sliding on his back over to the next stall. I was so shocked that I just sat straight up and wondered what was going on.
I left because I didn't know how to handle it, but was back after a few days. It didn't take me long to figure out what was going on and how things worked. Long story short, I was sitting in one of the stalls and a young guy walked out of his stall and peeked into mine. He then went to the mirrored sink in front of me and started playing with himself. I came out of my stall and walked toward him. He indicated that we should go somewhere else because that restroom was quite busy.
We walked into a department store restroom and luckily it was empty. He motioned for each of us to go into the two stalls. It wasn't long before he had motioned for me to slide under the stall so that he could suck me, which he did masterfully. I was curious to know how his cock felt, so I pulled out of his mouth and motioned for him to slide under the stall so I could feel him.
Well, he must have been working on himself while he was sucking me because right after I put my hand on his cock, he grabbed himself and started firing away. Now, I had played with a couple of guys in high school and college, and I had enjoyed watching them squirt because to me, it shows the ultimate in satisfaction. But I had never seen anything like this.
When this guy started squirting, I immediately had to jump out of the way. His first shot went about two feet across my stall. But that was not all. He kept shooting those big squirts all over the place. I thought he was going to repaint the floor! I lost track of the shots, but I'll bet it was close to ten - and each of them was just as strong!
That was the beginning of my addiction to seeing guys cum - and especially enjoying the ones who shoot big loads (that's why I love watching videos of Spike, Paul Morgan, Manuel Rios, Paul Valerey, etc.) So, Brian - if you're reading this and remember this story from about 25 years ago, please contact me!!! I'd love to relive that scene!
An East Coast Buddy is the Ying to My Yang
An East Coast Buddy is the Ying to My Yang: "
I met a buddy on that wonderful website, Large Penis Support Group, not too long ago and we finally started corresponding via our regular email accounts. Turns out he is someone who seems to be a perfect match for my needs and passions. And, as is so often the case, he resides thousands of miles away. A travesty if you ask me (and you did, didn't you?). He wrote the following contained in a series of emails, as well as enclosed the cock-centric pics above: We're a good match since I am 100% into kicking back for great head. More and more into scenes based on the worship of my holy phallus. Almost all of of my climaxes are straight into a kneeling guy's hungry mouth, which is where I like it. Shooting on my belly is a total waste of good sperm. Get very pissed off on rare occasions when a guy spits out my spunk. Total disrespect. Luckily I don't have to put up with that often, and I always ask beforehand.
Too bad you're in California -- of course. If you ever get to XXX, come see me and I'll reward you with a nice load. I enjoyed your blog post about worshiping the director's cock in your hotel room. Loved the ritualistic aspects of it -- wine, candles, silky cloth etc. We should do something similar.
For your enjoyment...am glad I found your old emails, they got me very turned on. I gotta say I love your attitude. So I really hope we can meet and spend some quality time together....hope you like a long slow build-up as I do....worship of my body and crotch slowly evolving into intense warm and wet oral service...I think you'll leave with a smile on your face. I like it all swallowed too....but I still get VERY turned on seeing sperm dribbling down a guy's face.
Did you ever have the experience of having multiple men cum on your face? I mean, so many you couldn't swallow,but that left you covered in semen?
A few years ago I was a member of a club of men in their 30s-50s who loved getting head. There'd be a monthly post online for a young cocksucker to meet us and service us all in a group. He'd get on his knees and we'd be in a circle wearing towels and feed him one by one. It was amazing how many cute younger guys were total cum pigs.
That club kinda fell apart unfortunately....
I have also sometimes sucked cock and like to especially in semipublic places. Once at the pool where I swim in the morning, I sucked off a guy in the stall, and then deliberately left and went back to my locker with cum dripping down my chin. I pretended I didn't realize it and chatted with another guy (I assume str8)--- was fun to see him notice it...yeah I've been doing this for years so I really do know just what I like---- I can tell within the first 10 seconds if a guy has the kind of technique and attitude I like. Nobody loves a good BJ like I do --- it is pure heaven. Whereas a bad one can be anything from boring to actually painful.
I also favor quality over quantity. I now have about 3 regulars here in XXX who I rely on to worship my cock and drain me , and usually at least one of them is available. They're all excellent and I have very warm feelings for them --- still limited to sex, but I like warmth and passion, as opposed to fast & brutal nonverbal sex ---we each provide what the other needs, with no "bf" issues...
I travel a lot and also have regulars in certain other cities --- really look forward to seeing them. Am going to XXX tomorrow, but my regular there is not free, so will be meeting a new guy who's coming to my hotel around 10:30pm. So far all the signals seem good.
Too bad we are not closer, I am pretty sure I could be an enjoyable "SB" (suck buddy)for you.....
Writing this has made me 3/4-hard, but Ive promised the guy tomorrow to save up a huge load, so will refrain. I have taken the liberty of protecting my new 'SB' and his privacy and location, per his request. It's clear that he knows what he likes and is a prime example of a smart, highly sexual guy with just a touch of sleazy intensity. He may have just gotten 3/4 hard from his writing, but I think I shot a load in my Calvins and am oozing a second one just thinking about it. I don't know, sometimes I think I may be just an oversexed, hungry, knee-crawling cocksucker who worships dick and guzzles fresh semen like the first cold beer on a hot summer evening. I mean, that doesn't make me a bad person, does it....? Talk among yourselves....
"
I met a buddy on that wonderful website, Large Penis Support Group, not too long ago and we finally started corresponding via our regular email accounts. Turns out he is someone who seems to be a perfect match for my needs and passions. And, as is so often the case, he resides thousands of miles away. A travesty if you ask me (and you did, didn't you?). He wrote the following contained in a series of emails, as well as enclosed the cock-centric pics above: We're a good match since I am 100% into kicking back for great head. More and more into scenes based on the worship of my holy phallus. Almost all of of my climaxes are straight into a kneeling guy's hungry mouth, which is where I like it. Shooting on my belly is a total waste of good sperm. Get very pissed off on rare occasions when a guy spits out my spunk. Total disrespect. Luckily I don't have to put up with that often, and I always ask beforehand.Too bad you're in California -- of course. If you ever get to XXX, come see me and I'll reward you with a nice load. I enjoyed your blog post about worshiping the director's cock in your hotel room. Loved the ritualistic aspects of it -- wine, candles, silky cloth etc. We should do something similar.
For your enjoyment...am glad I found your old emails, they got me very turned on. I gotta say I love your attitude. So I really hope we can meet and spend some quality time together....hope you like a long slow build-up as I do....worship of my body and crotch slowly evolving into intense warm and wet oral service...I think you'll leave with a smile on your face. I like it all swallowed too....but I still get VERY turned on seeing sperm dribbling down a guy's face.
Did you ever have the experience of having multiple men cum on your face? I mean, so many you couldn't swallow,but that left you covered in semen?
A few years ago I was a member of a club of men in their 30s-50s who loved getting head. There'd be a monthly post online for a young cocksucker to meet us and service us all in a group. He'd get on his knees and we'd be in a circle wearing towels and feed him one by one. It was amazing how many cute younger guys were total cum pigs.
That club kinda fell apart unfortunately....
I have also sometimes sucked cock and like to especially in semipublic places. Once at the pool where I swim in the morning, I sucked off a guy in the stall, and then deliberately left and went back to my locker with cum dripping down my chin. I pretended I didn't realize it and chatted with another guy (I assume str8)--- was fun to see him notice it...yeah I've been doing this for years so I really do know just what I like---- I can tell within the first 10 seconds if a guy has the kind of technique and attitude I like. Nobody loves a good BJ like I do --- it is pure heaven. Whereas a bad one can be anything from boring to actually painful.
I also favor quality over quantity. I now have about 3 regulars here in XXX who I rely on to worship my cock and drain me , and usually at least one of them is available. They're all excellent and I have very warm feelings for them --- still limited to sex, but I like warmth and passion, as opposed to fast & brutal nonverbal sex ---we each provide what the other needs, with no "bf" issues...
I travel a lot and also have regulars in certain other cities --- really look forward to seeing them. Am going to XXX tomorrow, but my regular there is not free, so will be meeting a new guy who's coming to my hotel around 10:30pm. So far all the signals seem good.
Too bad we are not closer, I am pretty sure I could be an enjoyable "SB" (suck buddy)for you.....
Writing this has made me 3/4-hard, but Ive promised the guy tomorrow to save up a huge load, so will refrain. I have taken the liberty of protecting my new 'SB' and his privacy and location, per his request. It's clear that he knows what he likes and is a prime example of a smart, highly sexual guy with just a touch of sleazy intensity. He may have just gotten 3/4 hard from his writing, but I think I shot a load in my Calvins and am oozing a second one just thinking about it. I don't know, sometimes I think I may be just an oversexed, hungry, knee-crawling cocksucker who worships dick and guzzles fresh semen like the first cold beer on a hot summer evening. I mean, that doesn't make me a bad person, does it....? Talk among yourselves....
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