squaredolphin

I've not been ploughed for ages ..... but I just got a dirty load from an old FB. Beautiful!

I remember about 12 really enjoying getting hard and the beautiful feeling when I rubbed it. I did that in bed for some weeks until one time I remember losing control. I was rubbing my cock and it kind of overwhelmed me and I remember thinking ..... oh god I need to piss ...... when suddenly I tensed up and cream squirted out and I felt like my body was on fire. That first time was beautiful ...... though I made a heck of mess of the bed.

Totally agree ....... I love to watch the expression on his face as he squirts!

The Pandemic has been bad for my sex life but sometimes the world gives you a surprise. Working from home, I have been going out regularly for walks to stop myself going freaking mad! It's been really stormy recently. Wind, rain, hail ..... you name it. I stumbled across two guys in a wooded area not far from my home. A guy was on his knees giving a blowjob. I was quite shocked - there was wind and rain all around and two guys enjoying themselves. Not what I usually see on a walk out. The cocksucker took fright and disappeared in a hurry leaving the guy with his long hard dick sticking out. I grinned as widely as I could and he gestured back by waving his hard cock in my direction. Well I knelt and started to suck. Long hard pointed torpedo of a cock and tight little balls. I guess the first cocksucker had been working hard because within a very short time I had a mouthful of the most delicious sweet creamy jizz you could imagine. My friend zipped up, patted my head and buggered off. I didn't even get time to get my own hard cock out. But that jizz tasted soooooo delicious!

Dawson is my all time bareback hero too ....... there was no acting with him - you just know he craved raw cock and needed to be bred ...... a truly handsome, beautiful, wonderful man!

The Raw Adventures of Jack (Part 3) We left the club together, Hoodie, his friend and I, and in the orange lamplight hastily climbed into a really battered old Marina; it was full of all sorts of junk and reeked of cigarette smoke. My god those cars are old and this one rattled and choked like it was on its death bed! I pushed some of the junk onto the floor and sat in the back with Hoodie beside me; he spent the whole journey running his left hand up and down the inside of my right thigh, deliberately bumping into my crotch. The agony in my balls was exquisite! ‘Oh sorry, this is Phil,’ Hoodie tapped our driver fondly on the shoulder. Phil glanced over at me as though this kidnapping was an everyday occurrence. ‘Hi Phil. I’m Jack,’ and I turned to Hoodie. ‘What’s your name? You haven’t told me.’ Hoodie popped that lop-sided grin at me again and paused his massage of my leg. He moved closer to me across the back seat and looked me deep in the eyes. ‘I thought you’d never ask.’ His grin spread wide. What a cheeky bastard you are, I thought …. a cheeky, teasing, dirty, fucking gorgeous bastard. ‘I’m Mateusz. My friends call me Matt but you can call me Mateusz if you like!’ He grinned broadly and gave my chin a soft pretend punch. ‘Now play nice, Matt,’ Phil chirped from the front. Okay I thought. You are a cheeky bastard and I’m going to have to be careful with you. And actually from that point on I’ve deliberately never called him anything but Mateusz. ‘That’s a Polish name, huh? I thought, when I met you, you might be Danish.’ ‘Yup. My folks are from ‘the old country’. I guess Denmark’s not a bad guess. I’ll give you 6 out of 10.’ ‘You’re keeping a score?’ I raised an eyebrow. The horny bastard just kept grinning at me and started playing with my thigh again. ‘Oh god!’ Phil groaned from the front. Sounds like I’m not the first bit of ass Mateusz has taken home. The guys shared a flat just across the main road from King’s Cross. We left the car and entered a tall 19th century red-brick building, gloomy in the lamplight. Two flights up and we reached the flat. Like the car, the flat was a complete mess, stuff everywhere and there lingered the smell of curry and cigarettes. It was warm inside. Once in we took off our shoes, Phil busied himself in the kitchen and Mateusz offered water for us all. I accidentally stepped on some hand weights. ‘Oh! Who works out?’ I asked. ‘Not me,’ said Mateusz thumbing his hand at Phil, who raised an arm. ‘I don’t need it,’ he grinned. ‘Come on; we are going to have a shower.’ He pushed me roughly towards the door and out into the corridor. ‘We are? Oh okay!’ Mateusz led me to one of the bedrooms; he left the lights off but the all-pervading orange of the street lamps lit the room perfectly well. He stripped so fast I barely had time to notice. Unbuckling his belt, he slid the blue jeans down in one swift action leaving them where they lay on the floor; the hoodie and t-shirt came over his head in a similar fast action and flew across the room, though he took a second carefully to unhook his glasses and rest them on a table. ‘Come on,’ he chided me. As I began to undress, I caught a glimpse of a stringy, lanky, hairy body all arms and legs scrolling out of his boxers and a brief flash of his swaying cock and balls as he slipped out of the door. I took my time, neatly folding my clothes and gingerly walked out towards where I heard the shower. He already looked like a wet dog, his hair matted and dark in the falling water; his beard was dripping but there was that grin again. His torso was covered in hair, two bright red nipples standing out, and his legs were as matted with dark hair as everywhere else. His soft cock jiggled around, water dripping onto the sack of his bright pink balls. Even his long lumpy toes were hairy. What a sight! He’s not exactly well built but there’s something very raw and sexual about him. He was eyeing me as he waited for me to slip in beside him. We are the same height, I thought, but we look so different. He’s all sharp angles, elbows, rib cage, hair and bones and here’s me, soft undulating plain pink-blue skin, muscles well defined, back and ass curving and round, big thighs. Once I got wet, Mateusz started to wash me, rubbing his hands vigorously over my back and ass, lifting one arm and then the other and sliding his hands from time to time into my crack. Now I understand the shower! He rubbed my back dry for a few seconds and gave me the towel, scampering dripping wet out into the corridor. I half expected him to shake himself dry like a dog but I quickly dried myself off and made my way back to the bedroom. ‘Yes. That’s better!’ He was rubbing himself down with his t-shirt which he suddenly tossed back onto the floor and, pulling back the duvet, leapt into the bed, his balls dancing around under his hairy ass. He wriggled furiously around in the bed, either excited or just getting really dry. ‘Come on Jack!’ he sounded almost annoyed. ‘Get the fuck in my bed!’ I finished drying off, folded the towel over a radiator and walked slowly to the bed. Okay so Mateusz is an impetuous, horny dog and he’s picked up a bit of muscle to play with ….. so I’d better flaunt my muscle a bit. I stood over the bed, looking down at him grinning from below. I placed my arms akimbo, hoping he’d take in my toned swimmer’s build. ‘Stop showing off and get in here!’ he flipped back the duvet. I slipped down and in beside him resting on my elbow. The bed felt slightly damp but as I ran my hands over his furry stomach and up across the hairs of his chest to his face, I realised how incredibly warm this dog on heat was, just like in the club. I leant in and kissed him. He wrapped his arms strongly around me and I fell on top of him. We were so fierce in wanting to get into each other’s mouth, it was like we needed to eat each other … then our teeth hit and we stopped. ‘Lie back,’ he told me and in one ungainly move he sat up, pushed back the duvet, whipped round and passed his left leg over my head. His cock and balls loomed over my face and we began to 69. His groin smelled fresh and clean from the shower and my face was encased in a hairy mass as I began to lick and suck his balls. His torso arched over mine but I felt a hand on my cock and then a warmth enclose it as Mateusz started to suck me. I eyed his hole, wreathed in hair but tight and pink. My arms were trapped but I freed my right and started to massage it. He was busy on my cock with enthusiastic moans and slurps. I could feel his hard cock bouncing on my chin and chest so I slid down a little and started to lick and slide along its length. It was surprisingly hard and fat, head pointed like a torpedo, the shaft curving inwards, fat and bulbous in the middle. I squirmed down some more to try and get it in my mouth but I couldn’t reach. The noises he was making round my cock carried on. I released the other arm and reached up to feel the tight, muscular contours of his hairy ass and thighs. But before I could very get far, the horny dog bounced back up and round and was looking me back in the face again. ‘Hi! You okay?’ He grinned and I nodded. ‘Your cock tastes good. Nice and firm. Fills my mouth perfectly!’ He sounded like a connoisseur of the male organ. And before I could reply he was burrowing away in my left armpit, licking and sniffing and rooting around, just like a horny dog. I enjoyed the attention he was paying me. We carried on in this way, exploring our bodies, smelling and tasting and eating each other as much as we could. There was a moment when Mateusz leapt out and scampered off to the kitchen to get water and a cold bottle of poppers straight from the freezer. We drank and grinned at each other but pretty soon the dog was back sniffing around its prey. We explored each other for hours, getting hornier and hornier and more and more desperate to devour each other. Eventually, I found myself lying back, legs up and wide open, Mateusz buried away snuffling round my balls and ass. He fingered around my hole, licked it, tongued it, rubbed his beard over it and pressed his nose in. I moaned, raising my groin to meet his face. He snuffled around and I let out a gasp. I was so horny by now, that longing ache in my balls was back. I rubbed the head of my hard cock. His hair gently brushed against the inside of my thighs, my skin tingling and my balls drawing up tight. His beautiful head popped up over my stomach; that horny grin spread across his face again. ‘You okay? You like it?’ ‘Oh Mateusz, baby, that’s sooo good.’ And then I just had to ask. ‘Man, I need you inside me. Please fuck me. Please!’ He flicked his eyebrows at me and that gorgeous grin on his face just made my hole twitch and my balls ache all the more. He came up close and looked me deep in my eyes. ‘You want it. You sure?’ I writhed and groaned and breathlessly begged him. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me. I was desperate to have this dirty little dog inside me. The head of my hard cock was wet with pre-cum as I smeared it in and rubbed frenetically. Mateusz sat up on his haunches and pushed back my legs. I looped my arms through and he dropped his lanky torso between my muscular thighs. He spat on his right hand several times, rubbing the spit up and down on his hard curved cock. I saw the torpedo glistening below. It curved upwards towards Mateusz’s belly. He pushed it down and poked at my slippery hole. I winced as he pushed it in. I realised, with a happy warmth in my stomach, that he was not using a rubber and that, without any discussion, we were going to bareback. That made me want him even more. I was masturbating in earnest, ever few seconds a quick flick of the wrist. ‘You need the poppers?’ my lover asked. I nodded and he handed me the bottle. Unscrewing the top, I took a long deep hit. I offered them to him but he refused. He slid the slimy raw torpedo back in as the poppers began to take effect. I consciously relaxed and opened my legs further. The poppers were swilling in my head as Mateusz began to rock back and forth, slowly, everso slowly, increasing the rhythm as he started to fuck me. He looked me in the eyes; he wasn’t grinning now; he just had the look of a man focussing all his mind and energy on one task, fucking the man lying beneath him. I held his gaze, mouth open, tongue out, masturbating hard; I wanted him; I wanted him so badly. I could feel the thickness of his cock as it slid in and out. It curved upwards and inwards as he slid back and forth. He moved slightly to his right, resting on one bony arm and holding onto my muscular left leg. He was focussed, sweat streaming down his neck and across the thick dark hairs of his chest. He moved again, slipping further forwards, his arms dropping either side of my face as I stared up at his scrawny hairy chest. I took another long deep hit of poppers. ‘I’m going to cum soon,’ Mateusz breathed out. He kept up the rhythm and I felt myself opening up physically and as ploughed me. The poppers took hold; my breathing was fast and I could feel my orgasm building in the base of my groin. ‘I’m going to cum too. Don’t stop fucking me. Fill me up baby!’ and within seconds I was squirting thick blobs of white creamy juice onto my flat hairless belly. I looked up at my beautiful horny dog but Mateusz was lost in a world of his own, focussed entirely on the torpedo ripping into my guts. His eyes were glazed over and his breathing was erratic. I’m not sure when exactly he started breeding me for he was uncharacteristically silent, but as the seconds ticked by, I realised my guts were filling up with his seed. I have never been happier to be a gay man or felt more fucking alive than at that moment, locked together, impaled on this beautiful man’s hard torpedo of a cock, his sperm swimming around inside my guts, my own seed beginning to run in dribbles down the sides of my belly.

The Raw Adventures of Jack (Part 2) I never saw my Indian boy again. Huw and I went back to that club on many occasions but despite my searching there was no horny little Indian boy to be found. I couldn’t stop thinking about him – I day-dreamed about him clamped to me, arms wrapped round me, his sharp pencil cock pumping his sperm into me. Of course, the more I thought about it the more I wanted it and it’s obvious to me now that that was when I started converting to barebacking! I had always loved cock; I’d always been fascinated by cum in all its glorious different forms; but now I was beginning to crave it in my ass …. though the days of my barebacking other guys was way off just now. It must have been a good six months later, on a really cold winter’s evening, that I found myself back at the club. Huw was off somewhere no doubt getting fucked senseless so I was alone. I was wrapped up warm against the cold, a thick black hoodie and grey scarf over my white t-shirt and black jeans. – in the dark I would be virtually invisible. I drank a beer and headed upstairs – no Indian boy in the toilet this time but I enjoyed a good long piss there in some kind of commemoration! The side rooms were jammed full of men having sex. A plump man was trying to squeeze into the ‘fuck room’ but he was finding it difficult to get in; the ’piss room’ was equally cramped. So it was busier than usual in the large open room where the porn was playing – there was the usual leather vid on one tv and the twink film on the other. I could see that the darker corners were busy and the movement suggested at least one frenzied group fuck; a number of guys were standing around watching, cocks out masturbating. I remember thinking that the chances of my draining my balls that night were probably good. I leant against the wall. To one side there was a pool table. No game tonight though one older guy was flat out on top, almost completely naked stroking his meat. At the end of the table away from the flickering tv light, an athletic young man was getting blown – he looked really disinterested in the man on his knees in front of him, working hard on his long white cock; the youngster kept his eyes on the writhing mass of men in the corner of the room, whilst occasionally drawing deeply from his cigarette. It was obvious the poor man on his knees would not be rewarded with the longed-for mouthful of freshly squeezed sperm and indeed, in due course, the athletic guy pushed him aside and waddled over to the corner of the room, his jeans pulled up round his knees and his long curved cock bouncing out in front of him; an alpha stud like him would no doubt very quickly be the central focus of the horny group fucking in the gloomy corner. The disappointed cocksucker moved further along the back of the pool table where a small group of random guys were leaning, half-sitting on the wooden table edge. The poor guy had no takers there and disappeared to try his chances elsewhere. I noticed an attractively shaped guy in this small group of men – tall, like me, his hoodie still up over his head; he had a thick dark beard and was wearing a pair of those looped circular ‘student’ glasses that used to be all the rage – nice …… old school. He was quite scrawny so not a swimmer like me, but I detected tasty wisps of dark hair sprouting over the top of his printed t-shirt. He had one hand stuffed down the front of his blue jeans and his long thin legs were spread slightly apart. Like the others he was watching the group fuck in the gloomy corner. He whispered something in the ear of the guy next to him and it was clear they were friends. Our young athletic man was by now impaled up the ass of a well-built and fully naked Black guy. This would have made a good video for the televisions if it were not for the dim light; the frenzied masturbators circled round and occasionally one would grimace and groan as he couldn’t hold back the forces ripping through his body. I half wondered where all the sperm was going and smiled to myself. Yup, this could be a porn movie. All we’d need was someone to start a commentary: ‘Yeah man. Fuck his tight ass!’ or ‘Take that big cock!’ but there was no talk and little noise from the participants but for the heavy breathing and occasional groans and slaps as the men worked at sex together. I let slip a small laugh. I looked back at the hot hoodie and found he was staring at me. Shit! My stomach seemed to fall through the floor. I looked away quickly, but when I looked back he was still looking intently at me and now smiling. Oh fuck - I’m never good at this bit. He must have seen me laughing at the group fuck. My stomach continued to sink. Hoodie turned and whispered to his friend before walking casually across the room. As he approached me, he pushed his hood back to reveal a shock of short thick curly hair. Wow. He was lovely! ‘Can I cadge a cigarette, man?’ he asked. A foreign accent … maybe Danish or something? ‘I don’t smoke, sorry.’ Why didn’t I just carry some cigarettes for just this kind of occasion? I’m a total twat, I thought. ‘No worries. I just wanted an excuse to talk with you.’ Oh right. Of course, I realise I enjoy watching people all the time and can do it for ages, but I always forget other people do it too. Had he been checking me out? ‘You look pretty fit. You play sports?’ Hoodie asked ‘I swim for the university.’ I said way too quickly. Shit! I’ll be telling him my real name next. Slow down, boy. Take it easy. ‘That explains the shoulders.’ He reached out and squeezed my deltoids. ‘Nice and firm.’ He smiled, his beard and moustache hair curling gently round his lips. He looked into my eyes. He had lovely big eyes, deep brown ….. he held my look ….. and kept looking just that little bit too long. He wasn’t smiling now. His body was close. My heartbeat was pounding in my neck and I could hear my own breath coming deep and fast through my nostrils. His hips brushed against me. His mouth opened slightly and his tongue touched inside his upper lip. The fingers of his right hand brushed against my cheek as he oh so gently slipped it behind my neck and pulled me towards him. I instinctively opened my mouth as he leant in to kiss me. I folded into him and I felt a goose-pimpled shiver as our bodies slid together. I put my arms through the flaps of his open hoodie and felt the hard bony contours of his body. It was incredibly warm inside his clothes. I could feel the sweaty dampness under his armpits and I reached round to run my fingers into the hollow ridges of his back. He had a lovely tight body. His tongue probed my mouth and his soft facial hair brushed my skin. By now, my cock was so fucking hard, straining uncomfortably in my pants. It seemed that we kissed for a long time, but I guess it was only a minute or so before we came up for air. I quickly rearranged my groin for better comfort. Hoodie watched me and smiled again, such a lovely smile. ‘I noticed you the second you came in,’ he said quietly. Oh shit I thought. My stomach sank again. ‘Black suits you.’ I half smiled. What the fuck could I say? You look good too. Fucking lame. I didn’t say anything. ‘Well ….’ I blurted out. Yup. I am a twat. Then something happened so unexpectedly that to this day I’m not sure how I had the balls. ‘Look’, Hoodie’s tone became business-like. ‘I am about to leave. My friend has a car and we live the other side of town. I’ve got to go. I have to get home. Do you fancy coming back with us?’ I would like to say I weighed up the situation carefully. A guy I’ve known for less than 5 minutes, who I’ve snogged and looks like sex on legs wants me to get in a car with him and his equally unknown friend. There’s the strong possibility they might be serial killers …. but there’s an equally strong possibility that Hoodie and I are going to fuck our brains out, hopefully all night, so ….. ‘Sure. Yep. I’d like to!’ Hoodie smiled again, slipped his tongue into my mouth, before walking back over to his friend by the pool table. Just about then the young athletic guy started emptying his balls deep into the ass of his unknown partner.

The Raw Adventures of Jack (Part 1) Hey guys! My name is Jack …. well actually it’s David really, but when I was a youngster I definitely didn’t want to use my real name and anyway I kind of felt like a Jack, so I was Jack. I’m now the wrong side of 50 years of age and you can tell - my beard is white down the sides; my chest hair is a grey straggling mess between nipples long and distended by piercings and too much tugging; I’m pretty much bald these days with more hair wisping round my shoulders! You can tell from my build that I once had a good physique but my belly now sags a little and my once strong hairy thighs no longer evince those looks of envy. Don’t get me wrong – I can still get it up and service a hot ass as I ever did but maybe I’m a bit more particular these days. Nowadays I’m David and a good daddy. I did once look the business though and I had some good times ….. yep, really good times. Let me tell you about my raw adventures when I was Jack! When I was about 19 years old, I used to go to bars in the centre of London with my friend Huw – we were like chalk and cheese: I was tall, well-built, broad shoulders from being on the swimming team, dark hair and quiet; Huw was short, slender, red-haired and fiery with it; Huw didn’t play sports unless talking is a sport! The only thing we had in common was our pale skin and light blue eyes. Huw and I would meet up after college and hit a bar, drink too much beer and fail to pick up the guys we fancied. Huw was too brash and put guys off; I was always way too quiet and by the time I plucked up courage to speak to a man, he’d usually left or hooked up with someone else. We were not good at cruising! A new club had opened up in a quiet suburb of the city. It was clear from the advert that this club was a place to ‘do it’, a good venue for casual sex, and since we never seemed to pick up guys in the city centre, this seemed like a good place for Huw and I to try to get laid or at least drain our balls! The club was a bus ride away and I met Huw after my practice swim in the city centre. The club was in a really old hotel on a once busy road near a housing estate; now rather dilapidated, it looked distinctly uninviting. All the windows were blacked up and you entered through a closed door round the side. Knock twice and show your ID. We summoned up courage and got in. Huw and I sussed out the place pretty fast. Downstairs was a normal bar of kinds, not overly full, but fairly normal. The toilets out the back were real toilets; no blow-jobs here or guys sitting in the urinal waiting to get pissed on! I think that’s what we expected. No, all the action seemed to be going on upstairs via a door the other side from the entrance – lots of men were disappearing through that door and not coming back. Huw headed off pretty quickly and I lost him for most of the rest of the night. One thing we had successfully learned in our youthful innocence – don’t go cruising with your best friend; it just cramps your style! After a while, almost a pint and a half of beer later, I thought I’d go take a look. The door led into a stairwell that headed up to the right and to the next floor. There was a single light bulb lighting the staircase devoid of carpet. At the top was a long dim corridor with doors on either side but at the end I could see a room dimly lit by the flickering light of a television; the loud sounds echoing down the corridor told me that the guys there were watching porn. Inside the room I discovered that there were actually two tvs showing different porn – one a leather scene, the other twinks. Neither interested me really but the sounds of sex, the slurping groaning sounds of sex did start getting me horny. I noticed in the dim corners of the room, guys were making out. I wondered where Huw might be. One of the rooms on the corridor opened and closed frequently and I caught glimpses of a darkish room lit only by orange lamplit weakly filtering through a high fanlight. Poking my nose inside, I could see a room full of men – there was no speaking, no real noise except the low rustle and gurgle of bodies entwined and the occasional slap of flesh on flesh. I found Huw pretty easily in the centre of a writhing group of men. He had his jeans round his ankles and a guy was kneeling behind him, face glued to his skinny white butt. I closed the door – at least Huw might get his rocks off tonight. By now, I had a hard-on induced mainly by the proximity of so much horny sex going on. Unlike Huw I wasn’t in jeans; I was fresh from training at the swimming pool and my track suit showed my excitement all too clearly. Despite my erection, I needed to piss. There were more men through the door the other side of the corridor. Here there was a bath and two guys half lying in it, toe to toe; it was clear that the men round and about were pissing on the men in the bath. Despite my need to empty my bladder, I really didn’t want to get involved; this was not my scene at that time. I closed the door – of course I could go downstairs but I really didn’t want to show off in the bright lights of the bar the tent I had grown in my track suit, if I could possibly avoid it. At the far end of the corridor I discovered a single toilet …. except …… there was someone in there kneeling on the floor. If he wanted me to piss on him or give him a blowjob ….. no way. But I was quite desperate now. ‘Hey look. D’you mind? I need a slash. Can I just use this room for a minute?’ I noticed the someone was actually a young Asian boy, Indian probably, shirt off and wearing red shorts, dark skin, jet black hair and brilliant white teeth. ‘Sure’ said the boy, but he didn’t move. I moved in past him and got my still fairly stiff cock out. The boy watched me. ‘Look. I need to piss and I don’t think I can do it if you watch me like that!’ He smiled and moved behind me. He closed the door and I thought he’d left, but suddenly I realised he was standing behind me. He slid the bolt on the door. Now you know what it’s like when you try to take a piss when you have a hard-on – not an easy thing to do. I had lost my erection a little bit but it was still fairly firm. I stood back from the bowl and pointed my cock down …… the piss started fitfully to flow. Just then I felt a hand on my ass and the boy poked his head under my arm and watched the flow. This was not going to help, but I couldn’t stop now. His hand slipped inside the elastic band of my track suit bottoms. ‘I’m almost done, mate!’ I said softly. ‘No hurry,’ my friend replied. His hand softly massaged first one butt cheek and then the other. I tried to concentrate on finishing my piss. Then a couple of fingers slid in towards my crack. ‘Look. I’m finished,’ I said quickly and half turned, but his hand held onto my rear. ‘What’s the matter? Don’t you like me?’ said the boy. In fact his cheeky grin, that flash of white teeth, the darkness of his eyes …. He was a very good looking boy, about my age I'd guess. He pushed me back towards the toilet bowl, pulled my track suit down and knelt behind me. His fingers found my hole and gently rubbed. He spat and then his tongue started doing some serious stuff. This was lovely and although it wasn’t actually my first time, it was certainly the first time I really wanted my partner to do this. ‘Do you want a rubber?’ I whispered. That tongue was heavenly. The boy said nothing. ‘Have you got a rubber?’ I said again. There was a muffled noise which I took to be acquiescence but at this point I really didn’t care. The boy stood up and suddenly I felt a stabbing pain as he pushed his cock into my ass. Shit! It felt like a long sharp pencil. Oh my god that hurt. He put his arms round my middle and clung to my back while I leant forwards for the wall. He was like a dog on heat, this small dark creature impaled inside me, pile-driving me. He made little gasps and whimpers. He went at it like he was a machine. Slowly the long hard pencil felt easier to take. It was hot and cramped in that little room but it was clear the boy desperately needed to hump and it was my furry ass he wanted …. and then suddenly he stopped. He stayed arms wrapped round me. We didn’t move. ‘Are you okay?’ I asked, but he just started up again. I held on to the water pipe of the cistern as the boy ripped into me for round two. One moment, he pulled out, but in another second that rock hard pencil was stuck inside my ass again. The whimpers and gasps kept on until I felt his arms grip me really close and tight and then the pencil suddenly jabbed deep inside. It was such a passionate moment as he came, strongly and tight around me but oh so quietly. We stayed locked together for a while. Neither of us said anything. Eventually the pencil was removed and I turned around. The boy was shining with sweat, his eyes closed, breathing deeply and his long pencil-like cock beginning to shrivel. It was then I realised there was no rubber. I felt round to my sore hole and felt the dampness. Was that his sweat or his sperm? I felt in deep and then rubbed my fingers. The boy’s cum was dribbling out of my ass. Quickly my Indian breeder pulled up his shorts, pulled back the bolt and made an exit, pausing for the briefest of moments to kiss my face. ‘You have a great ass!’ he whispered and then he was gone! As I cleaned up and made an exit, slightly unsteady on my feet, I considered whether I’d own up to Huw that I’d just had a deep breeding by the cutest of Indian boys. No, probably not ….. and I started down the stairs.

Definitely naturally hairy. I agree ........... the different hair patterns gives each hole a natural character all its own. Delicious!

When I've been to new clubs, I usually watch for a while to get the hang of the social conventions and only when I'm feeling confident that I know what's going on do I start slowly to get involved. I know that sounds overly cautious but it has usually worked - whether it's New York, London, Amsterdam or Berlin. I've usually tried to start as a top before letting myself get taken ....... in the end, if you are confident and relaxed then you start feeling horny and eventually I stop thinking with my brain and my hard cock starts doing the thinking! Anyway the result is you end up having fun!

These were the kind of shorts we used to run in when I was a teen. So fucking horny to wear ..................

Yeah black Adidas is very Berlin. When I was teen it was Adidas shorts that got me all hot and bothered. I used to run in a harrier's team and most of us wore Adidas but those tight shorts were so delicious! I had a friend who was really hot and once I stole his shorts. I used to wank with his Adidas shorts on my face!

I know it's a bit cliche but I love a guy in sports gear particularly Adidas. It makes me hard almost instantly. I guess it's from my teen years getting dressed in the locker room and watching the other boys getting their gear on but it still does it for me.

I met a guy at the supermarket about 3 weeks ago. He was wearing light grey sweats and his big ass filled out the pants so i had to follow him round. He must have caught me checking him out because he asked for my number by the ticket machine on the way out. He wasn't particularly good looking but that ass looked magnificent. He had a wedding ring and I guessed he was straight still I hoped he would call but nothing. I forgot about it until yesterday morning he left a message asking to meet at the shop in the afternoon. Well the inevitable happened and we ended up on my bed his big hairy ass winking at me. massive thighs. It was just beautiful just the kind of sight I really love so I started to take photos. This freaked him out. He didn't want his girlfriend seeing them (why I would show her I don't know) and so I had to delete them which was a pity. Long and short of it we fucked. He made little whimpering sounds which was very sweet and I nutted deep inside him. He didn't want to fuck me so I sucked him dry. He was clearly sexually frustrated because I got a massive mouthful. Before I'd wiped my lips he was getting dressed and out the door. I'm not holding my breath but I hope he sends me another message maybe when his balls are so full he can't stand it any longer.

I always thought Fucktard was a particularly hot, horny and beautiful guy ..........

You sound pretty delicious to me. I love young hairy guys!

I like the logic ..... nicely done!

Fucking beautiful!