Ass Slut Tries Dildos in the Back of the Porn Shop
It was the first time I had ever entered a porn shop, but I had this desperate need for a dildo and butt plug for my ever-increasing needs in my masturbation activities. Lately I had been spending as much time on my asshole as I had been working on my cock.
There is nothing sweeter for me then when I finger fuck myself and I had been using the long, cock sized handle I had taken from a small garden tool, burying it deep inside my sweet hole, sitting on it while I pounded my cock, catching my hot spurts of cum and greedily sucking them out of my hand, rolling the yummy, sweet cum in my mouth, letting it linger until I would finally swallow it down.
I had been visiting porn sites every evening and noticed that I spent more time drooling over some long, fat cock than the cunt it was pounding into. I was spending hours looking for video clips of hard hot anal sex and finger fucked my own pink hole as I watched.
I knew it was time to get some of the equipment I needed to go up another step into my insatiable lust for self-gratification.
As I entered the store, several heads turned to look me over. I went to the video racks and browsed through the gay flicks, looking for one with big time anal sex.. The eyes went back to their own business and I casually walked over to the tools of the trade section and found a package with 3 dildos of various sizes. I was getting hard just thinking about the biggest one deep inside my love hole. I picked it up as well as an electric cock with balls and a spurting mechanism. That was going to fun!
On the next shelf were the butt plugs and cock rings and I quickly scooped up a combo pack of each and headed to the counter with my finds.
The guy behind the counter looked over my selections and smiled. "You are going to love these, baby, just love them."
On a bright sunny day JD, the football jock, suggests that Andy joins him for a bit of swimming. Without swim trunks they go on their way to the lake and JD soon discovers just how innocent Andy is, but oh so eager to try out new things!
It was alot of fun and a great opportunity to meet people. After I left for USC and schooling there, I continued my interest in skiing. USC had a ski club and I was an active member. During my junior year, me and a couple of class mates decided to spend our x-mas vacation at Telluride in Colorado instead of with our families at our respective homes. m. Our room was really just that.
My story takes place in Virginia I was working at a camp there and I decided to take a day off and go for a walk in the country side. I walked by this house and noticed that there was this hot older man naked sitting on the porch when i saw him i could not take my eyes off of him.
Another wave crashed over my head sending me tumbling under the water, as my naked body rolled close to the sand I wondered if I was cut out for these nudist beaches - again I could feel my cock start to swell as the currents pulled at my body. Jesus, I was getting another erection, being naked in the hot sun and being here on this out of the way beach was enough to get me horny.
He was an adult now and he wanted to celebrate his new adulthood. He could now finally buy liquor and frquent adult establishments. For years as a teen, he'd browsed out the car window at the porno shops and adult theatres as the family drove by. The boy walked into the aging building.
Ha. I didn't believe him. Most men moan whenever having sex. In fact, according to my knowledge, every man and woman moans during sex, right? I could be wrong, but I knew he, of all people, was a moaner in bed. I knew it, because I'd always hear him moaning when he was in the bathroom masturbating. Even with the shower on, I could still hear him moan. So my roommate was a liar.
The cock shook and trembled. It spat out a stream of white. The jizzlet flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on the blond man's left cheekbone. The cock pulsed once again. It curled up over his cheek, across his pert nose, and into the socket of his eye. The sperm approached...
I was trying to be cool, all the while thinking no way will he let me into his life again. Thing is, - well okay I did dump Danny a year ago, it happens, - sometimes a guy needs to move on, search fields anew, thing is the field I searched did not bear oats - it was a lousy choice I made and the guy was a downer anyway, it really made me appreciate Danny. I wanted him back.
Marty is one of those computer geek guys. He's good looking, sandy brown hair, green eyes and a mustache. I know that he's been cruised by girls and guys alike, but he's just been oblivious to it. He never had sex with a girlfriend or boyfriend for that matter. That was kind of scary.
I kick with my feet in the frothing hot spa water and my trunks ride the jet stream to the surface. Slap them onto the concrete beside the spa. Feels mighty fine to be buck naked in the hot water. The motel pool/spa room closed at ten. But when I tried my room keycard, the green light blinked and the door opened. I kept the lights off so as not to be noticed. Then I have the place to myself.
I had a huge list of things that needed to be fixed up around the house and I'd been putting it off for too long. Thankfully, the store was nearly empty and as I made my way thru the maze of aisles, I tried to concentrate on filling my list and getting out of there. He was probably in his late 40's, about six feet tall and at least 270 pounds.
The saggy tits, no ass, basic shuffle to their walk, and other behaviors that we all know that accompany men of the elderly group. I guess there's that part in all of us where attitude rears its ugly little head and it has always done so with me. Seniors and fat men just could never get my balls burning. It seems that since I made the shift I have more opportunities with all sorts of men.
A place in Reno, Nevada that is clean and well taken care of. A gay bathhouse with private rooms, two glory hole rooms, a steam room, and more. I was taken there by a good friend of man named Bobby. He was more than a friend, he was a fellow bisexual married man, who had allowed me to accept my bisexuality, and had also been the first man I had been with sexually in years.
My wife and I were working different shifts and we saw very little of each other. I had had numerous suck sessions with men that I found prowling in the local park or adult arcades and they were all good! I was horny this night, had gotten off work around 10:00 PM and knew that my wife would not want to be woken up for sex. My favorite store was open and busy this warm summer night.
For example, I found it impossible to stand next to another man in a crowded urinal in case, well, in case. I guess it all stemmed from my mother's warnings about men who were "dirty", as she called them, men who would do bad things to boys if they could. So, I always assumed the worst, even when I was grown to manhood myself.
The "why not" mode. I mean, that's not all. I have found myself grow decidedly more excited about see another guy's cock. and letting him see mine. I'm proud of mine. not saying HUGE, but. I guess sorta like the rest of me. nice and fun to be around. Perhaps, it's not different then the innocent curiosity of pre-pubescent exploration of the human form. music food, movies.
Men's room in the fine arts school was the site of a glory hole, where I would occasionally sit in the stall where it was and try to figure out why someone had cut a hole out of the wall at this level. After a few more trips there it finally dawned on me.
Walkowski's lawn for years now but this was the first time he had ever invited me in. I had just killed the lawn mowers engine and was loading it back up onto my truck (somehow, even though this was the summer before my sophomore year in college I was still mowing lawns for money - go figure) when he walked over to me. "Sure is hot today. Why don't you come inside?"
As embarrassed as I was, I smiled back and told him, "I can't wait."
"Why don't you slip into a booth in the back and try one of this on for size," he asked, holding up the middle-sized dildo. I turned to the back and saw a long hallway and about ten doors, 5 to a side. He handed me the fat cock and a tube of gel and before I knew I was doing it, I was inside a small room naked from the waist down, fingering my puss hole with gobs of gel, hurrying to get that baby inside me. My fingers were working my hole, three fingers fucking me deep.
I spread my legs and put one foot up on a chair. I greased up the 12-inch cock and pushed hard it against my hole. Man, it was so much thicker than my homemade cock. I struggled to get it in and barely got half the head inside before the pain was so bad I stopped. I sat back in the chair and edged my ass over the end, spreading my legs and tries to pull it into me, with the same results. I looked up to the ceiling in frustration and disgust. I couldn't get it in.
Then I saw the eyes watching me from several glory holes in the wall. I jumped with a start and then just laughed. They were as bad as I was.. One of the pair of eyes talked softly. "Baby, why don't you just let us help you do that?"
I nodded silently. The door opened up and two men entered. Both were nude from the waist down. Both had hard-ons. They came to me quickly and one dropped down between my legs and told me I needed to get hornier to get the job done. With that he began to suck my cock. I sighed as I felt his lips cover it, his tongue working around my cock head. I was in heaven...
Before I knew it, I was pumping cum down his throat. When he had finished me off, he stood, his cummy face still glistening from my juices.
"Ok, baby, now it's your turn." Guy number two lifted me from the chair and sat in it, his cock at the ready. My cock-sucking friend pushed me down between his legs. "Suck cock, slut!" I took #2s cock into my mouth and gave it my attention, while #1 began to work his fingers into my ass, greasing it heavily. Soon I was pushing against him, loving what he was doing to me while my friend in the chair held my head in his strong hands, face fucking me.
Suddenly I felt something big pressing against my ass hole and then, pop.. The dildo was in. I had tears in my eyes from the pain, but was locked tightly between the two and could not move. Another couple of lunges and the fat boy was buried deep inside me and I was being ass fucked like I had dreamed I would be... The guy was really pounding that cock into me...
Meanwhile up front, I was getting deep throated by a wild man and then I felt his cock enlarge and suddenly I was engulfed in hot fire spurts of cum, choking on it, feeling it break out of my mouth and all over my chin. My cum buddy pulled his cock out and blew several loads across my face, into my eyes and hair. I was covered with it. I was awash in wanton lust, loving the very thought of what I was doing and what was being done to me in this little room.
Now I turned a bit to see the dildo getting rammed into me only to discover there was real cock buried up my cunt-hole. I was really getting ass fucked. I was getting a live cock rammed up my hole.
I started to protest, but the guy in the chair held me tight and I grunted with each stroke of cock I took up my ass. Then he was there and picked up the speed, his balls slapping against my own balls..... He began to moan loudly as the cum rose up inside him, then bucked against me as load after burning load of cum exploded inside me. I was so happy ..It was so awesome!
He pulled with a loud pop and said something quietly to someone. That's when I realized there were several other people in the room. Another cock pressed against my ass now and this one slipped in without pain and hands gripped my hips as cock was pounded deeply into my ready hole. I felt like a porn slut and pushed against the powerful humping I was getting.
Ten minutes of wild, pounding ass-fucking and another hot load of cum was blowing into me, making me cry out in lustful joy. Still another cock took its place. A huge cock, thick and long. I could see from his hands on my sides that it was a black man, a giant with a cock that could kill a smaller man....I felt his cock in my chest each time he buried it into me. He came for almost a minute, filling me to overflowing , finally pulling out and shooting it over my bare back.
Then things became quiet and finally my man in the chair reached over and grabbed my dildo and shoved it into my broken asshole. It went in without effort. "See sweetie, you just needed a few friends to get that pretty hole ready for your toys. Now, my sweet slutty bitch, give daddy a chance to fuck that sweet box."
I was so ready. I wanted his long cock that I had been sucking on to fill my love hole. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to get fucked now so badly that I jumped up his suggestion and let him get behind me. "Please, fuck me...give me your cum, fill my ass," I babbled as I assumed the position, offering my cum dripping ass of a pussy-hole to him.
I lay against the chair, holding my dildo in my hands as he reamed my hole one more time. The time for solo sex was over for me.. I had found my proper place in the scheme of things. I pushed up against his every thrust into me. I cried out as his cum surged out and began to fill me.
Coach Debor was wearing his skin tight white pants and showed us how to use all of the equipment. He noticed me staring at him the whole time. and I wasn't watching his arms. During lunch that day, I got a pass to go down to the lockerroom. Coach was there waiting for me and he told me that he saw me staring and that he was gonna teach to stare at him. All he was wearing was a towel.
He and I got along great from the start. We were a lot a like. We were both not popular and we both were picked on in junior high. I didn't "discover" that I was bisexual until I was 24. I came out to all of my closest friends. But, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think Ed was bisexual too. And when it first happened, I was as nervous as a guy could get. We watched for a little bit.
There were all these sexy young girls there, each of whom I wanted to fuck for hours. I hit on a few of them, and got every one of their numbers. I was used to this, being the sexy jock that I am. I was completely trashed by the end of the night, so my roommate, Brad, and me called a taxi to take us home. It was a miracle we made it up all three floors to our dorm room.
I had been straight but curious all through college, but, aside from a j/o experience with a friend, I had never been with a guy. But this was my wild year, living on my own in the Big City, and I was determined to make the best of it. I had been to a couple of gay clubs before.
We close at 1 a. m. and I usually am finished with my work by 1:30. Some workers get to leave at 1, but a few are scheduled to stay until all the work is done, whether that is at 1 or later. They're called "closers" On a Tuesday night Tyrone and Duane were scheduled to close. They finished up their work - cleaning, preparing for the next day, etc. , as I did my work.
Next door lived a black guy named Charles in his mid-twenties, who lived to party and always seemed to have women, especially white women over his place. One night in particular I remember a blonde girl about twenty who came over in slut-wear, short shorts and tank top as we passed in the hallway.
Taking the job as the training assistant for the local football team introduces me to Chad. Chad stood about six foot two, brown eyes, light complexion and a swimmers' build with gorgeous blond hair.
Now, a good dick is simply, one not being sucked on at this moment. That tells you I may not be too picky. Anyway, as years went by, one of the brothers moved away up into a mountain area near where I like to camp. When would I go up into the woods from time to time I'd see him in the local town. Here is a story about one of those times.
I always liked being naked. My mom still tells stories about how at the age of 2 thru 6, she couldn't keep me in clothes. As soon as she would turn around, I'd be bare ass and running out the door. When the family went to the beach, I thought it very natural to strip naked and run into the cool water.
The saggy tits, no ass, basic shuffle to their walk, and other behaviors that we all know that accompany men of the elderly group. I guess there's that part in all of us where attitude rears its ugly little head and it has always done so with me. Seniors and fat men just could never get my balls burning. It seems that since I made the shift I have more opportunities with all sorts of men.
The War itself was over before I was old enough to join up. So, I went to work on the Williamson farm. Now, at age 29, I ran the spread almost single-handed. The 'almost' mentioned above was the Williamson's son, Billy. Although only 16 he was a very willing worker. Billy was small for his age which meant I did the bulk of the work. I liked to be kept busy. Less time for thinking, that way.
I was in my third year at a small liberal arts college in South Carolina when I met Matt; he and I shot hoops together at the campus rec center. We became good friends over the course of that year so it was no surprise to me when he invited me to go home with him for a weekend visit. Matt lived a few hours away from the college in a rural, backwoods part of the state.
Had only had sex with a man once before, curtesy of a glory hole at my college, a concept I couldn't resist. But years had gone by, and I was living in the city, working at a store 6 days a week, and rarely going on dates. When I realized she was a he I laughed and apologized for making a mistake.
I had just started college and wasn't having a good go at it. So one night I was at the campus library trying to study and had to take a piss real bad and the only bathrooms were in the basement computer lab and the upstairs stacks. I went down to the basement I don't know why I just did. Ive always been pee shy so I chose a stall. That's when I noticed the hole in the wall.
It was obvious it was one of thousands that had been mostly left to rot when the interstate passed it by. No self-service in this place. Matter of fact, I was beginning to think there was no service at all when a sleepy looking dude in baggy overalls shuffled toward the car.
Walkowski's lawn for years now but this was the first time he had ever invited me in. I had just killed the lawn mowers engine and was loading it back up onto my truck (somehow, even though this was the summer before my sophomore year in college I was still mowing lawns for money - go figure) when he walked over to me. "Sure is hot today. Why don't you come inside?"
After ten days of sitting in a classroom on a hard seat I was in a real funk. I needed something to change my attitude. That's how I found myself in a small room in the baths taking my clothes off. At this time was 31, 210 pounds in good shape, 7 inch cut, somewhat hairy and un-attached. This was my second trip, my first in my hometown being uneventful. I had a long slow shower. As he removed...
As he lay in bed rubbing his straining hardon, he thought about what he could do today to pass the time. Summers can get pretty boring when you live in the rural south. Beale County South Carolina was no exception. His best buddy David was gone to camp for a couple of weeks and there was no other friends nearby and he didn't have a car to go anywhere.
It was already evening and I needed a shower first, so asked the receptionist if there is hot water coming? He politely said there is and with a smile I went to my room. I got naked quickly and had a nice shower.
His two friends Willie and Harold were both eighteen too. They lay on a blanket in the park watching people walking by. "I sure would like some sex," Wayne said. "What's your sexual fantasy today?" Howard asked. Wayne thought a few moments before speaking. "I'd like getting a man around thirty, stripping him and giving him a complete work over."
Needless to say it sounds like a plan to me. So I whisper back "Yeah aight, but only if I get to suck on yours for a while too. " So we get up and leave. The bathroom is right down the hall so I shove him in there and we take the handicap stall on the end. Nobody is in there - it's the middle of the day and the whole theater is dead really - so it looks like we're good to go.
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