Thursday, January 28, 2010

video

Why can't this be me? Lucky cocksucker, gets it all.
Face-fucked, piss-swallowing. SO hot.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

You Only Live Once

All I can remember was being extremely nervous, doubting myself, wondering if I should back out.

I had booked a hotel room and put an ad on craigslist. I described myself as extremely horny and looking for a hard cock to have it's way with with me. I said I was looking for someone agressive, that I was shy but dripping pre-cum with my desire to encounter some large, hard man meat.

I had a few random responses from guys who weren't serious or who I wasn't interested in. Then I started sending a few e-mails back and forth with this guy, he said his name was Brad. He was 38, stocky but not out of shape and the proud owner of a thick 8 inches. The last part piqued my interest immediately. My boyfriends cock is nice, but not big and part of the whole reason I'm looking for anything on the side is to satisfy my fantasies about big dick encounters. The other part, Brad also fit the build. He described himself as an agressive top who could have his dick sucked and fuck ass for hours. The way he'd talk in his e-mails, I was turned on...

But nervous. The important thing for me is to keep it anonymous. This side of me is only for me to know about, to indulge in and explore. I told him he was nervous. He made a suggestion. That we could wear ski masks. If, after all, I was looking for was a hard cock, and all he was looking for was a tight ass, who the fuck cared what we looked like. Plus, he said he was married and also wanted to keep it discrete.

So I went out and bought one. Tried it on. There was something kinky and comfortable about having it on.

So we arranged to meet at a hotel. I booked it, got myself cleaned out and waited. And waited. My cock was throbbing in my underwear, already leaking, and my stomach was churning wondering if I could really go through with this. Was doing this act a terrible thing to my boyfriend? Was I a terrible person? No. I was only human. A man, with a dick. Dicks get hard when something makes theym horny and our natural instinct should be pursued. You only live once and you need to live out those fantasies. By keeping this purely sexual and as safe as possible, as a man, I feel that it is not at all like the relationship I share with my boyfriend. When I get horny, it's about the rabbit looking to hump, nothing more. Then there was a knock on my door.All I can remember was being extremely nervous, doubting myself, wondering if I should back out.

But I didn't.

Wearing my mask, jeans and a t-shirt, I turned the handle and walked away - as we had planned. This way he could walk into the doorway and put on his mask. I walked over to the bed and sat down. A few seconds later, he stepped in. He was a bigger guy than I imagined, but I mean that in a lumberjack type of way. He was a real man. We had already agreed not to talk and he stepped over to the foot of the bed, his crotch at my mouth level, inches from my face. He immediately put his hands on the back of my head and shoved my face into his jeans. I could feel his semi-hard cock through the layers of fabric, I could smell it.

Suddenly I wasn't nervous anymore. I wanted that cock. I wanted that cum.

I licked on the contours of his cock and balls through his denim and somehow we managed to work our way down to our underwear. Mine had a huge stain from the pre-cum I'd been leaking but I couldn't take my eyes off of the outline of this guys dick through his underwear. That thing was fucking huge...and thick.

But, he wasn't going to let me at it just yet. He pushed me back so I was lying on the bed and he leaned over and started caressing my nipples, first with his fingers then with his tongue, lightly biting them and then a little more forcefully. I was seeing stars.

Finally I was pushed to my knees and I ran my hands over the fabric of Brad's boxers, squeezing his huge sausage, still hidden from view, licking my lips in anticipation.

He didn't make me wait much longer. He lowered the waistband of his boxers and out popped his massive boner. Veiny and red, the thing was beautiful and I immediately devoured it. I could barely fit it in my mouth, but it wasn't like I had a choice in the matter. He had certainly described himself acurately as an agressive top. His hands were on the back of my head and his hips were thrusting that huge fucker as far in my mouth as it could go, and then further. I was gagging and deepthroating that sucker. Everytime he'd shove it into me, my own dick spasmed and oozed some pre-cum. As I sucked on it I could feel my ass twitching , begging to get that hot piece of meat inside of me.

As if sensing my urges, Brad leaned over and started fingering my asshole, spitting on his finger then loosening up my tight hole. Truth be told, I didn't even know if his dick was going to fit in there - but I was sure going to try.

He spun me around and put me on all fours on the edge of the bed. I really thought he was going to rim me, but instead I felt him rub the warm smooth flesh of his cock along the length of my butthole, slapping it against my cheeks. Man, I wanted him to fuck me.

Then his tongue was there, licking around and then plunging forcefully up my ass. I almost passed out, it felt that good. What I didn't know was that it was all a distraction. While Brad was rimming me, he was also slipping on a rubber and lubbing himself up. The rimming was short-lived and I felt the head of Brad's big dick press up against my puckered hole. My muscles tensed, as if sensing the ravaging my ass was going to fall victim to. He pushed in and I moaned in both pleasure in pain. But being a good top, he stopped for a second and let me adjust to the sensation of having my hole stretched. Then, slowly he slid it in. I could feel every inch as it made it's way in, and somehow it did make it's way all the way in. And he kept in there all the way, for about a minute, before the agressive top I'd been promised emmerged. He immediately started ramming his fuck tool into me with such ferocity I wondered if the bed was going to break, or my ass, or both. He pushed me down to the bed and thrust into me like a jackhammer, pulling all the way out and then back in. We had to change position because at this point, any pressure on my dick was going to make me blow my load, so we changed positions...several times. We were both a mess of sweat and grunts and I was in such a state that I could barely form thoughts.

The one thought that did keep popping into my head was the one of that big cock blowing it's load and I didn't want the flowing river of man jizz to be wasted in a condom. I had told him online that I wanted him to cum in my mouth but at the rate he was going, I couldn't imagine he was going to last much longer.

And just as I thought it, he pulled out, ripped off the condom and pushed me onto my knees. I knew what was going to happend so I immediately wrapped my lips around that big hose and felt it spasm as he filled me up with his hot, wet load. He grunted as he shot jet after jet down my throat and held on to the back of my head. As if I was going anywhere.

My boyfriend usually wants me off his dick right away when he cums but Brad kept his hands on the back of my head so I continued suck and run my tongue over the shaft in my mouth. I looked up into his eyes, wondering if he wanted me to keep going when a big dirty smile found it's way onto his face. Suddenly, my mouth was filled with hot piss and with his hands on the back of my head I had no choice but to swallow. He must have unleashed a liter of liquid down my throat and I was so turned on I came while swallowing Brad's piss.

Then he got dressed and left and I collapsed in a heap on the hotel room floor. Covered in sweat and my own sperm. I have to admit I felt happy and spent.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

A Long Time Cumming.

I've been particularly horny this year and have already started my goal of getting a large number of cocks to pop a load.

Busy now, but will write soon...

Saturday, January 2, 2010