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I can’t NOT think about it. No matter how I try. The memory of that stud masseur having his way with me plays in continuous loops over and over in my mind. his crotch grinds into my face as he feeds his rock hard, throbbing cock down into my throat… he wields it like some kind of weapon… jabbing and thrusting… fucking away at my stuffed esophagus… using me like a cheap masturbation toy until he shoots off like the Fourth of July, flooding my stomach with his hot load… ensuring I will carry more than just the memory of him home with me…

I'm on the table waiting for the masseuse. My eyes are closed and in my mind I am working on another chapter to my "Sensual, Sexy Massage Therapist" fantasy. I watch as that hot little vixen goes down on my girlfriend when, in the distance I hear footfalls drawing near. My eyes fly open and there I see one of the spa's male attendants. He's got sandy, blond hair, cut surfer-boy style, deeply tanned skin, clad in white shorts and a matching tee shirt that cling tightly to his superhero-like body. I am in total awe and cannot help but stare. Christ... he looks like a mountain of solid muscle... He turns to me and says, "Hi, I'm Lonnie." Silence... ...Silence... still staring… My mind hiccups and jiggers, sputtering to access the speech functions... "I ... ah... ummmmm... hi...," I stutter, coughing to buy time. "... I'm Charley." "Hello Charley… nice to meet you." Lonnie looks down at his clipboard. "You're here for a full body, deep tissue, yes?" I stare back at him. Silence... That's what I said I wanted when I made the appointment. It's just that I'm not so sure about having a GUY give it to me... "Yeah...," I finally say. "But... ummmmm.... I wasn't expecting you to be a guy.... Where's Jenna, the girl who usually takes care of me?" "Oh... Jenna's moved on to another site. Promoted her to manager," Lonnie smiles before finally adding, "Hey man, don't worry about it. I'm a professional." "It's just that I've never had a guy... well, I've never had a guy touch my body like that," I confide, blushing. Again, Lonnie smiles. "I hear that all the time. Don't worry about it, man. Like I said, I'm a professional." More silence as I ponder my decision and every possible implication from every possible angle. What would it mean to have a guy touching my body for so long?' What if I get an erection? Does that mean I'm gay? Is HE gay? Not that there's anything wrong with that... What'll I do if he tries to put the 'moves' on me? What if I like it...? He preps his oils and towels while my head spins with crippling, circular inquiry. Before I know it, Lonnie gets started.... He's a true pro and can clearly sense my unease. So he makes small talk, guy talk mostly: Women, sports, dirty jokes - topics to put my homophobia to rest. There is a certain quality to his voice - velvety smooth and calm; it makes me WANT to hear him talk. He goes on and on but I'm not hearing what he's saying as I am lost in the sound of his voice. I close my eyes and relax as Lonnie talks and works away. My apprehensions fade and I drift off into a semi-dreamlike state. I feel my body grow warmer and warmer under his magic touch and before long I am putty in his hands. Lonnie moves around to the head of the table as he works my upper back, neck and shoulders. His smooth voice seems to project directly into my mind, like I am not so much hearing him talk as I am receiving his thoughts. He instructs me to flip onto my back and I wordlessly comply. Back to work, Lonnie's powerful hands cradle the back of my head and from there he gently inches me back so that my head hangs back over the edge of the table. I open my eyes to see that I am looking directly into the crotch of Lonnie's tight, white shorts. From this vantage point I can clearly see an obscenely huge bulge extending down along his left inner thigh. It is very thick and very long, stretching all the way down to within an inch of the cuff of his shorts. My first reaction is total disbelief. Nobody has a dick like that! Then, as if he can read my mind, Lonnie moves in closer so that his crotch brushes across my nose and I feel the unmistakable squish of hot, living flesh under the fabric of his shorts. Holy Christ! That thing is REAL! "Getting hot in here," says Lonnie, drawing away. "Mind if I lose the shirt?" He strips away the tight tee before the question even registers with me. If I cared, I'd notice that his torso is cut like chiseled marble, waxed and smooth like polished stone. As it is, I cannot get over the massive bulge in Lonnie's shorts and the realization that I am aroused... "You like the way that feels?" he asks as he works away at my upper chest and shoulders with powerful, well oiled hands. The sound of his velvet smooth voice draws my attention and I turn my eyes to meet his. Lonnie stops and stares at me. He's waiting for my answer. "Yessssssssssssssss," I whisper as he takes the thin sheet that covers me from the waist down and folds it back to my knees, exposing my stiffening dick. Embarrassed, flushing red heat fills my cheeks and then spreads through my body like a slow creeping fire. My modest cock stiffens with the sudden rush of hot blood, pulsing and throbbing with every beat of my heart. "I see...," he says, wrapping his slippery hand around my cock. "How about this?" he asks, 'squoozing' my rock-hard boner. "Do you like this?" "Oh god..." I gasp. "I... ah... ohhhh..." I sputter. Already the onrush of orgasm wells up from within my belly. I stare into Lonnie's dark eyes, desperately trying to keep from shooting off in his hand. Try as I might, my efforts prove futile. "ooooohhhhhHHMMYYYYYYYYYYYGOD!" I cry as my cock sprays a tremendous load of cum, leaving warm puddles of pearly white cream splattered across my belly and chest. Simultaneously exhausted, deeply ashamed and burning with runaway lust, I pant and gasp to catch my breath while Lonnie expertly milks the last of my cum from my dick. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm......" he purrs as he brings his jizz-dripping fingers to my mouth. His icy eyes stare into mine. I've never tasted boy cum before, not even my own, but I know I cannot resist this invitation. I part my lips and one by one, Lonnie slips his dripping digits into my mouth. "That's right, Charley," he whispers. "Clean that cum off my fingers." He need not prompt me for as I suck each finger dry I am amazed to find that my cum doesn't taste the least bit bad. In fact, it tastes really good. It tastes... it tastes like me. I can't explain it any other way. I work his fingers over with lips and tongue until Lonnie pulls them away from my mouth. He backs away from the table, turns his back and without a word sheds his shorts. Then he turns again to face me. "...oh...my...gawwwwwd..." I gasp. His cock is ENORMOUS - swinging low between his thighs. Not yet fully erect, it looks to be 8 or 9 inches long and round as a Red Bull can! I can't take my eyes off his horse-sized cock. It is my singular focus. And as I stare, preoccupied with Lonnie's inhuman dick, he steps up to the side of the table and in one smooth display of athleticism, mounts the table, landing astride my chest. THWAPPPPP - his heavy shaft slaps down hard across my cheek as he perfectly sticks the landing. Kneeling over me, Lonnie takes hold of his cock and waves it over my face. Speechless, I watch as it swells and grows, bigger and bigger - filling out and stretching longer and longer till it extends the full distance from the base of my neck to beyond my hairline! He looks down into my eyes and smiles. "Are you ready, Charley?" he asks, rubbing his hot dick all over my face. "Are you ready for this big cock?...." "pppllleeaasseeee..." I whimper. "Please, what?" Lonnie teases, inching back till the swollen tip rests on my lips. My mouth and tongue work frantically trying to suck him into my mouth. But Lonnie keeps his big cock just out of my reach. "Please, what?" he repeats. "Please... Lonnie... give it to me..." I plead. "You want this? Then say it," he says flatly. "You have to ask me real nice. Say, 'Please let me suck your big cock'. Say I like you mean it." I form the words in my head and let them fly. "Lonnie, please. Please let me suck your big cock. Please???" He looks down at me as I speak, reveling in my total submission. At first, I am sure he is going to make me say it again. But then, after a still moment or two, he slowly lowers his knob again to my lips. "Here you go, Charley. Open up..." Lonnie clasps the sides of my head with his big and powerful hands. A gentle squeeze informs me that, if he wishes, he can crush my skull and there is nothing I can do to stop him. I have no choice but to relax my jaw to take him into my mouth. "No, boy," he insists. He wants this to be a certain way. "I've got an idea." With that, Lonnie climbs down, moves to the head of the table and immediately sets to work lowering the back board; adjusting the angle so that I am laying on an incline - feet up. "Okay... let's try this again," Lonnie smiles, moving in closer and guiding his long, fat cock down to my lips to lightly rub it over my cheeks and nose. "Now... open your mouth, boy. Kiss it... like you're kissing your girlfriend's tit. Give it a nice... long... wet kiss...." Riding high on a crest of submissive desire, I slather his hot, smooth cock with wet kisses; licking and sucking until I taste something more than his flesh on my tongue. "Mmmmmmmmmm... yeah Charley, drink me. Taste me...," he whispers. I look up into his eyes and comply. I suck him like I've been doing it all my life. Lonnie's eyes relax into pleased slits; grinning satisfaction spreads across his face. "Yeah... that's it," he says. "Suck my big dick," his thrusting hips driving his giant cock in and out of my mouth. Soon he moves in perfect rhythm with my sucking and we work together like a single beast. We pick up the pace. Lonnie drives his cock to the back of my throat. At first I gag and choke but manage to keep from blowing chunks. Each time he presses into my gag reflex zone I heave... but every time a bit less than the time before. He blunts my sensitivity with constant, calculated contact until finally the opening of my throat relaxes completely. I am wide open for his monster cock! Lonnie senses my condition. He looks into my eyes and claims, "Now... I'm gonna make you mine." He drives hard into my mouth - forcing his cock into my throat! It sinks all the way into my esophagus before he pulls clear. "That's real good, boy," Lonnie says. "You suck my cock better than my girlfriend!" Again he drives deep, setting his pace for the sprint down home stretch. In and out - over and over - deeper and deeper - Lonnie's cock sinks into my throat until his big, fat balls rest across the bridge of my nose! "Oh yeah...that feels sooooooo gooooooood..." he sighs, grinding his crotch into my face as he attains his deepest penetration. "AHHHhhhHhHhhhhh!" he growls, cutting loose with a tremendous orgasm. His cock jumps and jerks deep down in my gullet, shooting off like a fire-hose - filling my stomach with his cum! "Drink meeee... suck it ALL, boy!" Lonnie hisses, pumping away at my throat until his slippery cock-sauce spills from my nostrils and sprays out of my mouth. He's filled me COMPLETELY! Finally… mercifully, he throws his hips back and hauls his dick from my mouth, clearing my lips with a loud, wet, SCHLUPPPPOP! He grasps his big cock with both hands, aims it at my face and hoses me down with the last of his ocean sized load.

I was horny with a few hours to waste before work, and I was looking for anonymous sex. So I posted an ad to Craigslist. I wasn't getting any good responses so I pretty much gave up, until I got this one email. He said he was 28, 5'10, Latino and lived not far from me actually. After working out all his location details, I got dressed and drove over. While I was on my way, he kept asking why I liked to fuck raw and if I do it often. I told him because I'm nasty, and no I don't do it too often (which was mostly true... I had been going through a drought). He said that he needed to use a condom because he had a girlfriend and he's never cheated on her before. Usually the whole condom thing would turn me off, but I was so horny and his dick looked thick from the pics, so I went along with it. I get to his place and he was very paranoid which is common among DL guys. I'm used to dealing with this so I was cool. After taking my clothes off he asked: "Have you ever been locked up? is that why you like it raw?" I told him no, and after asking him, I realized that he had been locked up and recently gotten out. He then goes: "They'd love you in prison man.... you pretty too!" This made me chuckle. He stood in front of me, but didn't get undressed, so I pulled down his basketball shorts and started sucking him off. He was uncut, and it looked a lot smaller than I expected, but after a few minutes of giving him head it got A LOT bigger. a Grower...fun! "I can't believe i'm doing this yo.... damn...." He then motions for me to get on the couch on all fours, and then he starts to eat my ass - which I didn't expect. "Damn...you got a phat ass... *slaps my ass*... phat raw ass" He hesitantly puts the head of his dick on my hole and starts to lightly penetrate me. Being the horny beast that I was, I backed up onto it and he pulled out. "Idk if I can do this yo... I never cheated on my girl.." I responded with: "I know this is what you want though... let's just do it" He puts his dick back on my hole and starts to poke it lightly. I push back onto him with more aggression this time. The best part of this hookup was pushing back on his dick and feeling him open my ass up as he got deeper and deeper. it actually made my dick hard it felt so good. By this time we're full on fucking and all that can be heard are his moans of ecstasy combined with the wet gushy sounds of his dick stroking my hole. "you got some good ass yo!" "yeaahh.... you like fucking my raw hole?," I replied "Hell yeah yo....*slaps my ass*...damn son... I'm bout to bust!" Then he pulls out and shoots all over my cheeks. I stayed in doggystyle position while he went into the other room to get a towel for me. While he was gone, I picked up some of his cum from my cheeks and played with it in my fingers. When I heard him coming back, I slurped it up and acted like nothing happened. I toweled off, got dressed and left. Satisfied.

This is the telling of my weekend's (June23) activity (reality) to my Soldier Boyfriend currently located in Afganistan. He so loves to have me get bred and dirty as often as possible and has told me he would even break up with me if I didn't get at least two loads a week. The catch is I have to tell the story to him in detail so he can enjoy it where he is. Here's the First Installment. Chapter 1 - The Tag Team. Mark my handsome soldier, Here's the events of my Anon Cum Dump Party this past weekend: I rented out a cheap room at a local Motel 6, a double bed in the middle of the room a mere 3 feet from the door. So to please you, I opened up my hole to get it all stretched out and sloppy on my birthday. I put the word out that I was starting my Anon Cum Dump party early cuz my earlier group party was a bust. I cleaned up a bit, washed, cleaned my hole, mouthwash, etc. stripped to just a jockstrap, got my blindfold ready. Poppers on the bed, and a squirt of lube on my finger inserting it in my hole to get it ready for the night's festivities. First guy to show up last night was a regular of mine, Roland - 52 years old, very fit Latino, muscular with an 8 " cock. He loves pump n dumps and i've lost count of how many times he's seeded my hole. He frequently cums to my office after hours and bends me over my desk to plant his seed. When i opened the motel room door, there's another guy standing next to him. Roland stands about 5'5". The buddy next to him was over 6' tall, younger, white, handsome, thin. I gave a questioning look at the newcomer and Roland says in his sexy Spani accent, "He's with me." Ok, i gesture for them to come in, and shut the door behind them. I drop to my knees in front of the tall thin friend who just unzipped and pulled out his cock. I start sucking on his cock as it begins to quickly grow, and grow, and grow. Oh my gawd, it must have been also 8", maybe 8 1/2" and thick. I get on the edge of the bed doggie style, legs spread and hanging off the bed as the two visitors finish stripping. Tall thin man steps up first, while Roland gets on the bed on his knees in front of me and feeds me his cock to suck. I take a big whiff of Poppers and take Roland's cock deep in my mouth. I feel his friend press his engorged cock head against my pucker, so i come off of Roland's cock, lower my head for another hit of Poppers, and bear down on the friends cock. He presses further and it pops into my anxious hole. He starts pumping in my hole and i can feel his cock deep, massaging my prostate, and rubbing my inner ring... OMG i'm in heaven.. Roland re-inserts his long tool down my throat and the two of them are split roasting me -mouth and ass. Suddenly, the friend picks up pace, grabbing my hips and lets out this low guttural groan... I feel my insides getting flooded with the first load of the night. I can barely grip his cock with my anus muscles he's so thick. He keeps pumping slower a bit now. As Roland pulls outta my mouth and moves behind his Friend, the friend picks up speed again, and grunting, drops a second load in my gut. He slides his now softening cock out of my hole as Roland steps up and slides his long hard cock deep in my ass in one gentle but firm thrust. I've been opened up nicely now, so I'm immensely enjoying the feel of Roland deep in me. Again I feel my inner ring being rubbed and stretched. If you've never experienced this, it's like an inner orgasm constantly. Roland leans over and kisses the back of my neck while he is pumping me really hard. I've been moaning and urging him on the whole time. I say, Yeah, man, push his load deeper in my hole... Fuck he got so turned on... he climbed up on the bed, feet on the bed without removing his cock from my hole, legs bent 'froggy style', pushing me down on the bed more.. he starts pumping furiously, telling me, "Jackie, I love your hole" in his sweet sexy Latin voice. And with that, thrusts harder, grunting and dropping his load in my sphincter mixing his seed with his friend's. He pulls out, huffing outta breath, gets dressed and the two thank me, kiss me full on the mouth and hug me, and leave me there reveling in the feeling of a dripping nicely stretched mancunt. Next Chapter: the Repeater.