His huge cock entered my hungry mancunt. That's what he called it. It used to be my asshole. I wasn't allowed to call it that anymore. Now, it was my mancunt, hungry for a real man to fill it. That's what tonight was all about. My man (a few days ago that would've sounded weird to say) was going to fill my mancunt with his seed and make me his bitch. As soon...
This is the second part of a three-part series. As with the part one, this is a true story. This part is called Cock-Crazed. I had become familiar with man to man sex, but suddenly I seemed to find it everywhere. One day, I was on a business trip in a city several hours from home. I had completed my business day and impulsively stopped at an adult bookstore...
My black lover has an ashy-looking, grey film streaked and splotched on his body. So when we get together for sex I smooth baby oil all over his body - on his face, neck, shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, legs, the front and back of them, on his back, firm buttocks, in his crack. I wipe it down with a soft hand towel. Then he sheens, his black skin glistening...
I must say Submissive sluts are my favourite type of partner. I get loads of requests from guys to use them as such. Occasionally a woman too. The following tale was originally sent to me, via an online swingers site, by a young newbie from nearby who claimed to be straight but was seeking a first time experience with a man. Needless to say he didnt turn up...
I finally tasted the salty piss-slit of the purplish-red cockhead as it touched my parting lips, and the veiny shaft slowly slid into my warm wet mouth. The scent of sweaty man meat from the base of hairy pink balls spun my brain into a cock-sucking machine. My head moved up to meet cock as my hips pressed toward my face. I felt the turgid meat twitch twice...
I have always loved tennis. I've watched and played it since I was at school and enjoy it more than any other sport. Apart from the cut and thrust of the game I guess I enjoy watching the players, especially the men. I think it was tennis that made me aware of other guys, in the changing rooms as well as on the court. There is something about the white shirt...
He pulled me to my feet and led me across the room. I felt my right shin bang into something firm yet soft, when he pushed me down, I realised I was on the couch. I sank into cool soft leather. His hand went to my arm pits and positioned me so that my head was resting over the arm of the couch. My legs were drawn up with knees bent and spread. I then smelt...
Chapter 3 Bud took a swig of the whiskey and washed it down with a swallow of beer, cleansing his mouth of the taste of my cock and cum. He laid on his back on the sleeping bag and beckoned me to him, to his hairy body, his lowhanging balls, ass for rimming as he had done me, to his big hard cock. Bud had just sucked me off and swallowed my cum; the first...
He was tall and handsome and toned. He was like Adonis. Even his cock was the epitome of manliness. It was ten inches long and as thick as my wrist. When it was hard, it was like sculpted marble. I was going to enjoy tonight. I was laying on my blue satin bedsheets, arms behind my head and legs spread out. My cock was hard and was straining against my boxer...
I knew I was screwed when the toilet overflow the third time that night. I had to call a plumber. I hated to do it since I was in between jobs but I had to have functioning toilets. After searching the phone books I called a local guy to fix my problem. At that moment I envisioned my money going the way my life was, down the toilet. Until recently, I had a...