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WooF Yep. Those guys ain't afraid to get sloppy and rough.

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... I got question through Formspring today asking about “my first time with a man”. We all have a first time, and we likely all remember it very well be it good or bad. What is really the “first time” though? Starting at about age 8, I began playing and experimenting with other boys my age with the aid of some of my dad’s porn magazines. We did the normal stuff including comparing dicks, mutual jacking, and even what we called “humping”. So innocent. We would duplicate some of the scenes we saw men and women engaged in the magazines. Luckily I had a couple neighborhood buddies that were also very into it back then before they all got old enough to know better. I never seemed to. My “first time” in my mind is when I was old enough to cum, feel pleasure and pain, and get off on it with another person. The story is longwinded but hot - to me anyway. And best of all, it’s 100% true. So here it is: I was 14 and mostly grown physically. I stood 5’-8” and weighed about 175lbs with a decent build from taking a elective weight training class in high school and riding my bike 10-15 miles a day back and forth to school and work. I had short cropped brown hair at the time and a soft peach fuzz mustache. I was not the most popular guy in school but not a complete social tragedy either. I shied away from sports, the “in-crowd” scene, tending to hang out with the geeks and brains - though I was a borderline “C” student. I was a stoner though and that‘s how I came to lose my butt cherry one day after school at the hands of Derek. He was one year ahead of me, a sophomore. He and I had known each other since grade school, but were never really close pals. He was a jock in every sense of the word. He was on the football team, the basketball team, the softball team, had the Letter jacket. He was one of the most popular guys in the school and one of the biggest partiers. Derek stood about my height but had a much more pronounced muscular build. At what I figured was about 190 lbs, he had long wavy shoulder length hair, a bushy mustache, and dressed like most of the rock stars popular in the 1980’s. He was a drop dead handsome stud. While he often wore red or black leather zippered pants and a pair of Nike high-tops, most of the time he wore 501’s with a rock band T-Shirt. He was a fighter too, an bully actually. Almost every week he was threatening people, getting in fights in the parking lot, and generally throwing his weight around. He hazed and embarrassed me more than once in front of his jock buds for fun. But when we would be alone he treated me like a friend. It was an odd relationship. He was outwardly straight as an all American school hero-jock could be. He was well known to be a pussy hound and even at 14 was rumored to have gotten two chicks pregnant. High school rumors are funny like that. I look back in hindsight and just laugh at how things actually turned out. He was indeed was a pussy hound and still is to this day from what I hear. But he has another side. The day it happened, I was trying so hard to score a bag of weed. I was desperate, asking everyone I knew at school if they knew where I could get some. Between classes I ran in the Derek who was visibly red-eye stoned and reeked of weed. I asked if he could help me score some. He surprised me by saying yes, and we agreed to meet at the bike racks after school. Once we met we rode our bikes to his house and went straight to his bedroom. His younger sister was watching cartoons in the living room and his parents weren’t home. His room was a shrine to the likes of Van Halen, Poison, Ronnie James Dio, and all the other heavy metal Gods of the era. The walls were plastered with posters, pictures, and magazine clips of long haired, muscular, red leather clad rockers from floor to ceiling. It was a mess of dirty clothes, piles of magazines, sports equipment, and shoes. I had to sift my way through it to sit on his unmade bed. When I finally went to sit down I saw blood stains all over his sheets. Asking him what happened he just said, “I was fucking my girlfriend while she was on the rag”. I’d never seen such a sight before and was a bit put off at first. Derek put a cassette tape in his deck and hit play. Within seconds Van Halen’s 1984 hit “Jump” came over his speakers. “I’ll call my connection and see if he’s got any weed”, he said then left the room, shutting the door behind him. He was gone for a few minutes giving me plenty of time to take in the masculine musky stench of his filth pit. Dirty underwear and socks laid in a pile against the wall next to his football uniform and pads. It turned me on a little, but at that point the prospect of sex had never even entered my mind. Getting stoned was the only thing I was after. He soon came back and sat on the other end of the bed and grabbed a porn magazine from his night stand. Leaning back against the wall he began flipping through the pages. Wondering about the weed I asked, “So what’s happening with your connection?” He just brushed it off like it was insignificant and said, “He’s not home yet. Let’s just kick back. I’ll try again in a little while.” He then grabbed another magazine and tossed it to me, “Check that out. It’s good shit”. So we sat together on his bed with the blood stained sheets between us flipping through fuck magazines with C and D grade chicks and dudes while Van Halen blasted on the stereo. Every so often I noticed he was snaking a rub on his cock through his jeans and adjusting himself. He finally broke the ice and leaned over with his magazine and showed me a two page spread of this tattooed chick getting fucked in the asshole by this huge black guy. “Look! She’s getting fucked in the ass and it looks like she really likes it.” He must have had a 10“ dick, her asshole stretched tightly around his shaft with her mouth gaping open. Feeling a little bashful I just and said something to the effect of “yes she does.” Then he leans in close to me in a slow deliberate voice, “You ever been fucked in the ass?” I was shocked and put on the spot. “No”, I said. “Have you?”. He just nodded. “Naw but I wonder what it would be like. It looks like she is enjoying it”, he said pointing at the two page spread again. I could not have been more shocked. In fact, I cant think of many things since that were that unexpected. Then he blows my mind for the second time. “Will you fuck me in the butt?” he asked in a craven tone. While I wanted to jump at the chance, it was way awkward for me because this guy was the top jock popular stud at school. I didn’t trust him all that much because he had hazed me in front of other people a few times and really I wasn’t sure if this was some kind of trap. “You want me to fuck you?” I asked. Pulling back a little he said, “I don’t know. I have always wanted to try it. It don’t mean we’re gay or anything. I promise I wont tell anyone”. I wanted to without any question. This guy had been in my brain a couple times while jacking off. But I could not believe he was actually asking me to fuck him. “Are you sure about this?” I said. “Yeah” he answered. Feeling nervous and like I was really risking everything I said, “Ok.” He then got up off the bed and said he’d be right back. He opened the door and disappeared down the hall, returning with a big tan bottle of Jergens hand lotion. He shut the door and locked it behind him and turned Van Halen up a couple more notches. “Let me see your dick”, he said as he was pulling off his Nike high tops one by one. He then began unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down. I hastily stood and pulled off my shoes and then pulled my pants and underwear off as he finished. He had a growing bulge in his white briefs that brushed my thigh as I stood close in front of him between his bed and his wall. His hands cupped and clasped my cock as he looked down at it, his quickening breaths puffing in my face. “You have a nice dick”, he said in a sexy voice. Looking down I saw his tenting briefs and grappled him too. I could tell he was big and wanted to see it so I reached into his underwear and grabbed at his meat. He pulled his underwear down as my hands got to it. Damn. He had a good 7” cock, seemingly huge compared to my 6” dick. But what really blew my mind was that it had a distinct curve to the left. He was bent sideways like a banana. Having never seen anything like it, I innocently thought it was because he must jack off with the same hand all the time. He squirted some of the lotion on his hands and began squeezing and jacking my cock with it. It felt so good to have another guy’s hands around my dick. He then handed me the lotion and told me to do the same to his. The lotion in my palm I wrapped my hand around his thick bent shaft and began pumping it. He was so thick and so curved I was mystified. “Oh that feels so good”, he muttered softly. “Squeeze harder”. We stood there face to face jacking each other softly and slowly for a minute or two as our cocks hardened and slapped occasionally against each other. He wrapped one arm around me and pulled us together, humping his dick into mine. Finally he said, ‘Can I fuck you up the butt?” While he had originally started this whole thing out by asking me to fuck him, I cautiously said. ‘Yeah. But take it slow. I’ve never done this before.” I was sort of telling the truth. I had played with objects before, but nothing like his monster cock. “Don’t worry, I wont hurt you. Then you can fuck me afterward”, he said. Feeling a wave of energy and anticipation through me I just stood there dumfounded for a minute before he pointed to the bed and said, . “Get on your hands and knees. “. I was creeped out by the blood stained sheets so I asked if could do it on the floor. “Sure”, he said and grabbed me a pillow from his bed while his other hand jacked his lotioned up cock. Wedging myself in the narrow area between his bed and his wall among the piles of dirty clothes, I got into position. On my knees with his pillow in front of me, my virgin ass was pointed right at him. He got down on his knees behind me and began fingering my hole with lotion. “Spread your cheeks apart for me”, he asked. With my head in his stinky sweaty stained pillow I reached back and pulled my butt wide open for him. “Ummmm”, he grunted as he began finger fucking my hairy asshole. It felt good at first, as he had two slippery fingers gently sliding in and out of me. He then asked if I was ready and I said yes, “But take it slow”. As he saddled up to me with his hand on my lower back he said, “You have to be quiet though so my sister won’t hear. Stick your face in the pillow if you need to. ” I should have taken that as a warning, but I didn’t really understand what he meant by “if you need to“. I had never been really, really fucked before and didn’t truly know what was coming. And while he had acted like this was his first time experimenting with another guy, I would later come to know he was a veteran butt-fucker who knew very well what he was doing. As I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my hole I took a deep breath and tensed up in fear. I always knew this day would come. I wanted this day to come. But I was scared to death of it. He had a hard time at first getting his rubbery cock aimed into me, asking me again to spread my cheeks open for him so he could use both hands to guide his dick. My face buried in his rank musky pillow and my hands pulling my lobes wide open, his cock broke through my gate. The sharpest and most intense pain I had ever felt in my life tore through me like a crack of lightning, causing my body to buck away in response. “Uuuhhhhhhoooowww!” I cried into the pillow, my eyes welling instantly with tears. “Shut up!”, Derek growled under his breath. “My sister will hear you!” “Stop. Stop. Take it out!”, I gritted at him. He pulled back slowly and out of my hole as my body went limp and I let out a breath of relief. While I was catching by breath he squirted more lotion on his hand and fingered my hole again. “Just relax”, he said as he saddled back up to my hole with his hard bent cock. “Take it easy….ohhhh….uhhh….easy!”, I pleaded again as he pushed against my fighting back door. He sunk in again with a single hard shove, sending my body into another shaking sweating tense up. “Uhhhhh Owww….easy man…..take it…..”, I groaned into the pillow again. With out care for my wanting him to take it easy he began pulling back and shoving in hard and rough repeatedly. It hurt bluntly, a tight pounding, a sharp tearing, and a burning friction. But I took it and didn’t want him to stop. I wanted his fuck. In the initial pain and tenseness, I wondered how long it would take. I wondered if he would cum in my ass. I wondered what would happen if he did. All the while, his painful shocking thrusts pushed my knees across the carpet until my head was against the foot of his nightstand and I was clutching his filthy pillow for dear life. He was getting dry and I finally asked him to put more lotion on his dick. He pulled out and quickly slathered himself up and pushed back into me. Slippery now more than ever he began a deep and rhythmic bitch fuck that started a loud slapping sound against my ass cheeks. “So this is real fucking”, kept circling in my brain. “I’m really getting fucked”. I wondered if anyone could hear it but as Van Halen continued blasting at volume level 8, I doubted it. He was man fucking me. I was being fucked in the ass by a man. And fuck….it was starting to actually feel good. My dick was asking for my hand. In the rough raw inhumanity of this football jock jack hammering my hole with his dick, I reached under my stomach and began tugging on my cock. As he pumped my hole raw in burning stretching bleeding and pounding sex I jacked myself to a boil pretty quickly. By now I was softly moaning into the pillow, “Uhhh, ohh, uhhhh”. As I felt ready to fire I squeezed my cock tight and I blew off on the dirty clothes below me. “ I unintentionally moaned out loud, “Ohhh, you get me off. You get me. Oh fuck!” He slapped me on the back of my head and growled, “Shut the fuck up! My sister’l hear you!”. After I came, my body relaxed and seemed to sink to the floor as he continued his anal assault, crawling up on top of my back and grinding in deeper. He taught me that day what the word “stamina” meant because he seemed to take forever to cum. A few more minutes of his dull sliding pounding tearing pain after I blew off I asked him, “Are you almost done yet?” What can I say, I was young and inexperienced. “Yeah, almost”, he said as he varied his rhythm from fast to slow, then fast again. He would pull out all the way, then slam me hard then follow up with a few fast blasts. I was about to call it quits from the pain and the sore energy of my body trying to resist his fuck. I was sweating and panting. I know now I was in pure ecstasy but didn’t know it then. Finally he slowed up and grinded deep a few times as I felt his fuck slicken up. He let out a deep sigh as his pump stick stopped pulling and shoving, parking idle in my chute. Derek ‘s body fell limp on my back and he wrapped his arms under me. He squeezed me in tight while his spent cock began to soften inside me. It was the first time I basked in what was the pleasure and intimacy of another sweaty man’s body laying against mine. It was the first time a man came inside me and his seed swam around in my chute. We laid there for a moment and breathed down from the rush before he finally got up off me and began wiping his cock off with a dirty T-shirt. I sat my leaking ass down on his bed and watched him cleaning the blood, cum and lotion off his dick. He then handed me the soiled shirt and said, “Here you can clean up with this”. It was then I realized I was bleeding and I freaked for a moment. I stood up and wiped my ass with the shirt and looked at it and then to him. It was a little red but not too bad. “Don’t worry it‘s normal the first time. It‘ll heal up fast”. I wasn’t so sure at first but what could I do. Unfazed by it, he began getting dressed again so I did the same. “That was hot. I’ll let you fuck me next time”, he said with a patronizing tone. “Yeah it was. You really got me off man”, was all I could say as well. After we got dressed he said, “Come you gotta go before my dad gets home.” He walked me out the front door through the living room where his little sister was planted on the couch watching cartoons and talking on the phone. When we got out to the front yard I asked, “What about getting the weed”. It seemed like had been forgotten. “We’ll have to do that some other time. I have to get to football practice now,” he said bluntly without a care. “See you around. And thanks again”, he said and headed back into his house. Feeling a little used at this point I grabbed my bike and felt wave of sharp pain as I set my torn open hole on the bike seat. While I felt used and maybe even a little made, I wanted to do it again. I wanted to fuck him and have him fuck me again. My hole was so pounded open it still felt like he was in me as I rode my bike. On the five mile ride home l felt like a new person, like I had transcended some kind of level in life. I was no longer a virgin and next time I would get to do the same thing to him. Totally tubular! (1980’s slang) We got together many times over the next few years and yes, I fucked his hole plenty too and we did even more. Every time we had sex it was a story to tell and I will share some of them here as time goes on. We lost touch for a lot of good reasons. And while I know where he is today, and he knows where I am today neither one of us has chosen to chase the other down. That actually might be best, but part of me would not mind hooking up with my first man one more time some day just for fun. One thing I can leave you with is the fact that the smell of that Jergens lotion to this day flashes me back to that day, getting bull-fucked on the floor of my football jock’s filthy bedroom. WoOF. More...

I took one up the chute from my houseguest last night.

My FB cub swallowed my load this morning in bed.

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... It’s been a wild week at the Gruntraq household. My "houseguest" previously referred to as my "brother" has been fast coming out of his straight laced shell. Like a couple of kids we have been at it together almost daily since he gave into my incestuous sexual advances. And while I wont be going into a lot of detail, it has been a refreshingly fun time with him as we are both discovering and rediscovering. While I was at first worried about how this would all weigh on him, he told me the other day he hasn’t had this much fun in a long time. And to quote him he said, “I feel like I’m in high school again”. Well shit, if no other thing comes of our fooling around he deserves to feel good again. He even got into a little threesome with my 24yo fuck buddy over the weekend. We both pounded the pup and dumped in his sweet shaven hole. As my houseguest and I have been really sharing more of a growing personal connection in the past week I am going to back off blogging about a lot of the details. Sorry about that. But as this is a personal relationship, complicated I just feel that it is time to let it remain a bit more private until things get better defined. On the other front my young pup who has also been a more frequent fixture in daily life has been spreading his wings and taking some pretty huge steps of his own. While he has had some years of hit and miss sexual experiences with men before we met recently, our hookups have evolved into more intimate play sessions that we both enjoy and look forward to. He is a hungry little guy, wanting it more and more of it. There is hardly much ground we have not explored yet and while we are both versatile, he likes being manhandled and dominated. With me being 15 years older than him and bigger in size, that seems a natural way of it. But relations wise, we are both on the track of keeping it a buddy thing. He has lots of guys his age out there to go after. But on the personal level, he told me over the weekend that he was finally ready to come out to his parents. At 24, he is no kid. But he still lives at home with his single mom out of financial necessity. His dad lives on the east coast and while they are not close is still part of his sphere of influence. He was nervous and scared about it as we talked on Sunday we all are or were when that big earth moving experience was to be at hand. He was not sure he should, but wanted to get it off his chest so he can move on and be honest with his family. Well, last night he told his mom and it didn’t go all that well. It was a big blow to him because he thought she would be the one to take it better, dad being the tough one. Instead, she flipped out and basically told him he was screwed up and needed to get his head straight. There is a lot more detail to it, but she refused to acknowledge, understand and accept. Because they live together, he is forced to work through it. But he was crushed and huge in doubt this morning about whether it was the right thing to do. It was the first time I saw him cry. The self doubt, worry and humiliation in him broke my heart. I’ve been there as many of us have. The best I could tell him is that it will get better and he has my brother and I to lean on, including a couch to sleep on if need be. He thinks that his mom will come around but after the mental browbeating he is really afraid to talk to his dad now. While he is almost pissing in his pants about it and wants to forget it now, the cat is out of the bag and he has to move on it. The whole thing has made me relive my own experience when I was around his age. Fuck. In conclusion there is a reason why I haven’t been posting lots of escapades in the past few days….because some stuff needs to be put in the right place and context. Sex is fun to brag on, but sometimes real life needs to be handled at home. More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic story continued from Sailor And The Sergeant 10The morning light peeking in the bedroom window woke Sgt Ramos. He rolled over and looked at the clock which read 6:34. His partner Officer Jacks was already in the shower. He and Jacks had just gotten off their shift and made it home by 2:00am, rolled around in the sheets for almost an hour and not only three and a half hours later the day was starting again. Ramos had a long list of last minute things to get done in preparation for the big event this weekend. He had been working on the gathering for weeks, making arrangements, gathering supplies and getting his ducks in a row. Today was the day they went up to the "ranch" in Marin for kick-off. He thought to make an important call before the day got off too far. Ritchie's cell phone lit up with bright blue lights as it shrieked through the early morning silence. He and Sailor were still rolling around in bed. The Surfer answered. "Top of the morning!", the chipper Ramos declared. "I just needed to make sure our boy is ready for his test". Ritchie let himself out of the living room to have the conversation in a more private way. "Yeah, I have got him working on a few things" he answered. "UmmHmm", Ramos acknowledged. "Well here is the thing. I talked to a couple of the guys from the team, and we want to go ahead and get your Sailor initiated this weekend since all the players will be there. Do you think he is going to be up for it?" Ritchie hemmed and hawed for a moment. He already knew that Ramos had planned such an event, which is why he had already started working on the Sailor. "We have about 20 guys joining us this weekend ." Ramos went on. "I'd like him to become one of us before he starts the Academy. He might be a good recruiter on the inside." Ritchie let out a sigh. He had a feeling that Ramos was going to drop the bricks on Chad, he seemed all to eager to get him up there to the party this weekend. "Well, he still has to pass the entrance exam this morning at headquarters", Ritchie exclaimed. " I don't think that`l be an issue", Ramos quipped. "Well you guys be up there to the ranch by 5:00 Friday ", he added then hung up. Knowing for sure now what was going to happen this weekend he had a little more work to do with Chad. He had been through one of the Sgt Ramos "initations" himself and seen many others. It made Sailor's trip in the Cop van last summer look like a fleeting affair. He took a shower and got dressed, and finally had to force the still lazing Sailor out of bed. "How's your ass this morning?", Chad heard as he came to. His brain mulled the question around, he was still not used to hearing a guy asking him questions like that. "It's a little sore", Chad answered rubbing his eyes. "You need to get up and get off to your test" Ritchie chided. "Then you need to get straight back here for some more priming up". This was a boot camp of a different kind. Chad rolled his handsome muscular body off the bed and headed toward the shower with his plug harness still hanging off his waist. When Chad emerged from the bathroom and made it to the kitchen Ritchie had a glass of thick fruit juice smoothie waiting for him. "Here you go, no more solids for the next couple days". Roommate Dave was sitting on the couch watching Sponge Bob with his feet propped up on the workout bench, hitting the bong. He handed it to Ritchie with the lighter. Motioning at the bench and at the metal butt-plugs arranged in the box nearby Dave joked, "Looks like a project". Chad smiled back and nodded affirmative before finishing the last of his smoothie. They hung out for a short time watching cartoons before Ritchie clapped his hands and said, "Ok time to get going for your test." Chad was dressed in a pair of loose Khakis and a white button up shirt, slick black combat boots and a black belt. Sexy as can be. The two of them had a quick hug and a kiss before Sailor headed out the door. Dave finally had to ask. "So you're falling for this guy aren't ya". Ritchie let out a guffaw as to brush it off but then paused and pondered. With an embarrassing blush coming on he replied, "Yeah I guess I am. I guess I am". Dave nodded as if in approval. "Well, you could not have picked a nicer guy. Just don't get hurt". The Surfer had been there before but was feeling right about this one. Later that afternoon Sailor got home around 3:00pm and was upbeat. Dave and Ritchie had spent most of the day hanging out with Oprah, Montel and Humboldt. They were ready for some entertainment. "I passed!", Chad announced shooting high fives to the guys. "I'm going to the Police Academy! Where is the bong?" After the pleasantries and conversation was finished, Ritchie announced that it was time to get back to work. "Get your clothes off Sailor." Chad looked at Dave who smiled back while Ritchie retreated to the bedroom and returned with an aluminum baseball bat, the plug set Chad had in his ass last night, and what looked like latex gloves. Going to the kitchen he retrieved a can of Crisco and set it down on the end table "Okay, assume the position!" Ritchie ordered. The Sailor laid his back onto the workout bench and hung his legs back over the weight bar. He took a few deep breaths while Ritchie motioned to Dave to hand him the lube. The Surfer then began rubbing Chad's nest with the slick stuff liberally. He then told him, "Chad, I'm gonna getcha started here for a bit, then I have to go do a few things. Dave here is going to work on ya tonight if you don't mind". Ritchie began by working the 1.75" butt plug into Chad's looser chute. His swelling had gone down, but it still took a few minutes to work him into it. Dave sucked on the bong and watched intently. Chad felt the waves of dull and sharp pain as it went in, but it came much easier today. Ritchie plunged the tapered plug in and out a few times, fucking him with it, opening and slamming shut his squeeze ring playfully. The meaty Sailor's body shuddered each time. "Sqeeze it in", Ritchie ordered. Chad clamped down, holding the plug in place. "Okay bro I gotta go, you do what Dave says. He'll take care of ya!" Ritchie said before grabbing a couple things and headed out. Chad had not spent much time with Dave, let alone naked and in a submissive situation. Dave was a silent, hippie artist type of guy who was not really masculine in the brawny sense but not feminine either. He had the comfort and confidence that a bartender always has that makes you feel at ease. This was a good thing as he was starting to lube up the aluminum baseball bat and eyeing him with a smirk. Seeing Chad's trepidation, Dave reassured "Don't worry man, it is not as evil as it looks." Lubing up the bat some more, Dave told Chad to let loose of the butt plug and let it fall out on the floor. He then began slowly rubbing and pressing the blunt cold baseball player's little friend against Chad's gate. After about 30 minutes or coaxing , pressing and then releasing the pressure against Chad's aching sphincter, his muscles finally let the smooth cylindrical shaft of the baseball bat enter. When his hole finally stretched over the hard metal, he let out a deep cry "Yeaaoooo!" He tried to catch his breath that was running away , far away as the intruder sent shockwaves up his spine, the burning stretching pain was like a bomb going off inside him. He clenched every muscle in his body. "Take it out!, Take it out!" he begged. Dave continued slowly sliding it in deeper, deeper into him until it stopped. Chad was writhing and bucking his back "Ahhh, Haahh, Ooohhh, Ahhhhh in accelerated rhythms of pant while Dave held firm against his body's instinctual motions to reject the wicked steel dildo. He let a few minutes pass while Chad calmed down, gently wiping sweat from his brow and now holding one of his hands to comfort him. Once Dave decided he was ready, he began slowly thrusting the bat back and forth, fucking his hole with it. It was just a tight blunt sliding sensation to Chad at this point, but Dave was picking up the pace. At one point the pulled it almost all the way out letting his hole start to close, and shoved it back in. He spend the better part of 10 minutes working him over, ramming harder and faster as he saw Chad started to get off. He started moaning and asking for more as Dave pulled the baseball bat it all the way out and rammed it back it repeatedly until Chad finally let out a low grown "Ohh fuck!" and blew a wad of cum all over his chest and chin. Dave smiled and pulled out the bat and set it aside. "See that was pretty cool huh?'To be continued More...

Dumped one in a condom while inside my houseguest's hole last nite. Swallowed one from him afterward.

Took one in the ass from my houseguest at lunch. We flipped and I returned the favor. Never did get any food.

Whatever the case, the Yin needs the Yan to make a perfect circle. WOOF

As to monogamy with male relationships. I think a quote from past porn star Steve Cannon just about sums up my thoughts on the matter.... "Love is about compassion and understanding. Sex is about getting your rocks off". Translation....men have a keen ability to separate sex and love.

Dumped one in my 24yo FB's hole last night and in his mouth this morning. Took one from my bro in my hole today.

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... Sometimes you just pick something up sometimes. A few days ago on Twitter, a fellow Tweep said something like "I want to get bullfucked". It clicked in my head and simultaneously a number of other tweeps. Three days later it's a "thing". Why not? It sounds hella cool. I want to get bullfucked. And I sure as hell want to bullfuck too. It sounds like hard heavy sex, what men usually like. That first day "bullfuck" went live among the twit pigs, I was giddy at work. So when some random guy showed up in my office I blurted out "I'm gonna bullfuck ya". He stopped cold and practically dropped his keys on the floor. I laughed, then he laughed and we went on with what he came for. It would have been cool if he had said "OK, when". But what the hell. You can say a lot of wicked shit at a construction site and get away with it in name of humor. I went home and told my brother who was couch potato commando to get ready to be bullfucked. It moved him because not long after that I got to bullfuck him for the first time in over 15 years. He had already had my hole a few times since last weekend now and blew in my mouth but hadn't been up to taking my cock up his ass yet. Something about getting "bullfucked" made him say "OK". He did ask me to wear a condom which I did for him. He's been living the straight life and isn't so close in to getting punked by a dude so I wasn't gonna be a dick about it. And he has no idea whether I'm safe or not for sure. I told him so, but I understand and respect his wishes. He is my brother after all. It felt so good to lay him on his back and pump him though. I took it easy and lubed him up really well because his hole was virgin for all intents and purposes. While I was lubing and fingering his hole he admitted to playing with some of my butt toys while I've been at work. I thought that was so hot. I told him I would love to spend some time on his hole and get him up to some of the bigger ones, but that was getting ahead of things. When I got my cock in him he made a good bit of noise and asked me to take it easy on him once or twice, which again I did cuz I love him. With him on his back I laid into him and gave him a good man lovin as long as I could last. Even with the disconnect of the condom I came to a boil pretty fast and came into the condom with my dick in him. Cumming with my dick in is a must condom or not. It was a blast. After I pulled out of him I stretched the condom off and set it aside. I jacked him off while fingering his hole and then sucked him until he finally got off. I licked up his jizz and offered to feed some of it to him but he wasn't into that. Give him time I'll have him pigging down on it. That was a few days ago and he's been bullfucked a few times now and he has returned the favor, but raw in me. He's been relaxing and getting used to it a bit so I haven't had to be so tender with his newbie hole. Last night he got a good bullfucking and told me he was a little sore this morning. I always love to hear that. More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic work of fiction continued from Sailor and the Sergeant 9[/url] "I got to go work for a while. I haven't been making any money in the past week.". Ritchie said. "You stay here and keep that thing in your ass, we'll work on the big one later tonight". Surfer then changed his clothes and took off for the Red Baron. Chad was still laying on the workout bench trying to get back into a regular breathing rhythm while his hole training session soaked in. Ritchie hit the neighborhood bar and got into a game of pool pretty quickly with a few of the locals. It wasn't long before a familiar clean cut square faced showed up. "Where you been man, haven't seen you around for a couple weeks?" Ritchie remembered Derek, he had the curved dick that was fun but challenging to suck. When he got fucked by that curved dick it was a different sensation that didn't get lost in the crowd of guys he liked to service. "Oh, I took a little vacation but I'm here now", Ritchie replied. "How is the car business?" Derek was a "closer" at a local car dealer who dropped in at the Red Baron once or twice a week. He was in his early thirties with a very athletic build, unusual for a car salesman. He had been the total jock in high school and never lost the chiseled and slab like physique. Always dressed in slacks and a loose button up shirt with a tie, Derek looked like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Ritchie liked servicing him as he was a damn good looking guy and a hard fuck. A rare combination in the world of a hustler. "So you want to dance cowboy", Derek asked with his familiar slow wanting tone. "Yeah, let me take this last shot". Ritchie downed the last of his beer and took aim at the cue ball, sinking another solid. He handed off the cue to one of his friends and they were out the door. As Derek drove them toward the dealership in his truck Ritchie was pinching and twisting the salesman's tits through his shirt. His cock was straining in his black slacks. Ritchie's hand had made its way to Derek's throbbing package they approached the lot. Like the times before they drove past the pack of salesmen gathered up front and made their way to the back corner lot behind the main showroom building. In the vast sea of dusty used cars a small shabby looking mobile trailer office sat next to a large tented area where the cars got detailed. It was the office where the day time car detailers and lot boys hung out, and is always smelled like a leaky roof and chemicals inside. They made their way up the steps and Derek unlocked the door. As soon as it shut and the lock was turned Ritchie was on his knees grabbing at Derek's belt and zipper. In seconds that fat curved cock was swinging in his face.Derek was no man for romance, he grasped Surfer's skull and stuck his meat into it and began fucking his face. Ritchie knew how Derek liked it, fast and furious. "Come on little bitch, keep up!" Trying to stay stable Ritchie went to work trying to keep a good vacuum on the thrusting bent cock as it poked at the left side of this throat. Derek continued bucking at him like a raging bull in a pen. Ritchie was just now getting to taste his fat meat and taking in the scent of the cologne the salesman always bathed in. After few minutes of getting his throat fucked almost to soreness, Derek pulled his dick from Ritchies face and ordered, "Get on the desk! I am gonna fuck your head off". As Ritchie stood up and pulled his pants off, Derek brushed all the crap on the desk aside with one hand as he pumped his cock with the other. Still wearing his shirt and tie, he helped Ritchie up on the desk and raised his legs up as he saddled up to the Surfers nest. Spitting heavily on his curved rod, and rubbing his bitch's asshole wet, he probed him with the head slightly. "You are so precious my little bitch", Derek said as he sunk his meat into Ritchie's hot little hole. Derek loved the sensation of fucking a man, a pleasure he never talked to his little wife about. Tighter, harder, and rougher. Ritchie squeezed his ring around his master's tool as it started moving back and forth at him. As Derek 's wall of athletic thighs began slamming him he wrapped his legs around his buttocks and crossed them, squeezing the linebacker in. His master was bucking him wild as the smell of butt sex filled the small trailer. Derek's fuck always hurt a little as he was rough as shit, but that bent cock always found places in Ritchie that made him cum first. The rhythm of butt-fucking was broken by the loud crack of a stapler hitting the floor, knocked off the desk by Ritchie's sliding body. His head was pinning the telephone against the wall knocking the handset off. He could hear the dial tone blaring in his ear while he was getting butt slammed.Derek's 8" inches of fat meat was pushing against him with only spit and sweat, creating a friction that was almost unbearable. It was minutes upon minutes of a workout, SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP, the burning in his asshole was building. Ritchie suddenly blew his own load onto his stomach in the high of getting punked so rough. Ritchie pooled his fingers in his own goo playfully and licked them while shooting sexy looks into the eyes of the man fucking him raw. Finally Derek pulled his meat from his bitch and pumped his cock, squirting his heavy load all over the place. He pumped much of his hot cum into the palm of his hand, squeezing the last few squirts into a pool. "Sit up!" he ordered Ritchie. As the Surfer sat upright with his swollen asshole kissing the surface of the cold metal desk, Derek stuck his hand in Ritchie's face, ladling his hot load. "Eat my cum!". This was Derek's little fetish, he liked making his bitch lick up his load from the palm of his hand. Ritchie knew how to please. He ate up his man's offering every time, licking his lips and making convincing sounds of pleasure. As soon as his hand was clean they were in the truck again headed back to the Red Baron. As they got back to the bar, Derek flashed Ritchie a fresh $100. bill and smiled at him. "Thanks again!" Derek motored off in his Silverado as the Surfer meandered back into the bar. He had a good night. In the next two hours he managed six beers and hit up another horny guy for the rent. Two hundred bucks richer he decided to head home. As he walked through the apartment door he smelled the sweet odor of ganja in the air. Chad had been hitting the peace pipe. "Where you been all night?", the naked Sailor. "You know, paying the bills", Ritchie said cryptically. "So how's your ass?" Chad was sitting on a towel laid over the couch having had a the man-splitting stainless steel butt plug strapped into him for the better part of three hours. "I'm numb, I can only feel the tightness, no pain" he replied. Ritchie smiled, "Good, then you are ready for a bigger one but you have a big test tomorrow!" "So can we take this thing out of my ass now". Chad finally asked. "Yeah, but we only have a few more days till the intiation with Sgt. Ramos and the crew, so we'll have to open you up some more tomorrow." Chad laid on his stomach , propping his ass up into the air with his knees. Ritchie unbuckled the harness and let the strap fall off to the side. The shiny stainless steel plug was shimmering in the dim light. "Alright, squeeze it out", Ritchie said. "What?", Chad questioned? "Shit it out, it is not gonna come out on its own." Ritchie instructed. Suddenly feeling the tightening burn on his squeeze-ring that had had not felt since earlier in the day, he pushed on the awl and began forcing the wider part past his gate. Suddenly he was awash once again with piercing pain that felt like ripping and tearing thin, his asshole. Then like sand through an hourglass, it became a slippery sliding sensation as the butt-plug fell out. The cold air suddenly awoke his inner chute as his hole was widely agape. Chad felt a rising burning raw sensation as the blood began to rush back into his sphincter. It was a road rash kind of burning sensation that suddenly got soothed as Ritchie began massaging a cooling lotion on his inflamed crimson rosebud. It was now beginning to swell and close up, but was allowing his fingers unimpeded access in an around the bright red lips of his newly sized chute. He continued rubbing the soothing creme on and around his sore spot and they called it a night. To Be Continued. More...

Funny shit as awl ways.

My FB at work blew his load on the wall of our jobsite porta potty and texted me to cum lick it off before someone else got there. So, I got my last load by proxy, licking it of the plastic wall. It's a game we play to keep work interesting. He had to leave so I didn't return the favor today tho.

I have found it sometimes difficult to piss or cum when my hole is filled tight, like when I have a large butt-plug in. I think it presses against the plumbing and blocks it. Just an observation.

I know from bottoming myself and also in heavy butt play with big toys that it is often difficult if not impossible to get a hard on when your hole is getting pounded. For me anyway, my body seems to be directing more blood energy to my chute muscles when they are getting assaulted.

I have found Mr. Right a couple times and crushed hard. But they were straight and our path to brotherhood never got very far below the belt. Having had a few tight gay BF's I have learned that honestly I am Mr. Wrong. I am too selfish and one-track minded to make a very good member of a team. I dont communicate, live in my own head and have made an honest try by my partners to connect beyond sex a disappointment. So I have a lot of close friends and FB's around me and that seems to work out the best. My brother just moved in this week after splitting with his wife and we have played a little. That might be different if he decides to stick around.

If you don't want cum in you, dont let the dick in you.

Sub-cumhole, we are about the same age so I can so relate. I came of age in the late 1980's when EVERYONE was dropping dead of AIDS. I fucked raw all the time in high school because nobody believed that if you were young you would get it. But after I got out in the world and began hooking up with older adult guys I started using condoms out of fear. Looking back it really took a lot of the joy out of sex in my younger years. In fact there was a time where I actually tried dating a couple women and taking myself out of the danger of it. It was downright oppressive. But back then it was life or death. You had to choose. It has just been in the last few years I have eased up given the advances and changes in the whole deal. While I am not chasing, I aint running scared anymore. I think I read on someone's blog the term "Fucking Without Fear". That is about it for me. Of course I top more than bottom and am not as active as I could be. But I have enjoyed sex so much more in the past couple of years. And last March I was still NEG.

Boycunt I think perhaps you mistunderstood my brevity. The question was what is your "favorite" kind of bottom. I was describing visuals more than anything. Most imporant and to address you directly, I didn't say that anything less was femme or soft. I think all of us who love to love men have a soft side that most str8 men miss out on. Some of my best sex has been with young submissive bottoms that allowed me to show not only my bullfuck, but allowed me to nurture and get him high on it too. But as we all have our favorite flavors I like to feel like I am flipping a top sometimes and making him beg for it, bringing out his soft inner femme. Make sense?

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic work of fiction continued from Sailor and the Sergeant 8[/url] Ritchie dashed in into the small store with Chad in tow. The smell in the store immediately put Chad on guard. Getting a grip on his surroundings he scanned the leathers and the many wicked devices lining the walls. The smell was similar to that of a leather tack shop back in Montana, but there was a underlying smell of rubber and porn shop mixed in that reminded of the mouth gag that Ramos and his men had strapped on him last summer. Chad slowed, but Ritchie egged him "Come on, nobody is going to bite you in here". As they walked toward the back of the narrow shop Ritchie waved at the big grey-bearded guy behind the counter. Greybeard, the bulging daddy shop owner wearing a leather vest asked, "Can I help you find anything?" Ritchie looked over Greybeard's shoulder to the wall rack behind him and asked "How much is that anal training set there?" Greybeard turned around and asked, "The polished stainless or the latex?" Ritchie turned to Chad and asked, "What's your pleasure bro? Rubber or steel?" Chad was looking at him horror. The cone shaped objects in various sizes and their implied use sent a shiver though him. Ritchie just turned back to Greybeard and said "Let's make it stainless steel". The wandered through the store as Ritchie grabbed a few other items and devices that had Chad questioning the whole thing. As he totaled up the merchandise, Greybeard asked Ritchie, "Want it on your account?". The Surfer nodded his head affirmative. Back at the apartment Ritchie packed a bowl of Humboldt Green in his bong while Chad went through the bag of goodies he just inherited. He pulled out a butt-plug harness, a couple of various cock rings and leather ball stretching cuffs, a couple tubes of lube, and then the heavy box came out. Chad held the black box in his hand with a clear window that displayed the four massive polished steel butt plugs. "Dude, I'm not sure about this shit," Sailor groused while handling the medical grade asshole stretchers. "Look man, do you trust me?" the Surfer asked Chad. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. But if you want to do this thing you gotta be ready roll. You cant be too tight to get used hard. You need to be opened up before you strap your ass into a gangbang with Ramos's boys let alone anyone else. You have to prove yourself to him on his playing field. That means you need to trust me and let me help you prepare for the intitiation". "Initiation? I thought this was just a party we were going to" Chad replied. "I mean I feel like this is some king of cult or something". Ritchie looked at him and laughed. "It is better than a cult. You get in with these guys and you will have a level of camaraderie that you never had in the Navy." You pass your entry exam and this weekend is your initiation, and a way to pay the rent - best of both worlds" Chad smiled nervously, "Alright but I am still a little geeked about these anal training things". Ritchie pulled down a deep hit of the mean green and handed the bong to Chad. The Sailor was still just looking at the box and back up to Ritchie. "Take a hit bro and stop looking at me like I am a psycho killer". Chad set down the box and sucked on the bong for a moment. With smoke wafting out of his mouth Sailor charged, "These things are going to fit in my ass?" Ritchie had made a trip to the kitchen and returned with a couple of beers. Handing one of them to Chad, he said. "You'll love it bro. Believe me when I tell you that once you get these babies into you, you wont be able to get enough. Besides, we only have a few more days till this weekend and you need to be opened up enough for fisting by then". Almost spitting out his beer and choking, "Fisting?". Suddenly contemplating spending his last stash of cash on a plane ticket back to Montana, Chad helped Ritchie carry the weightlifting table from Dave's room out to the living room. Once they had the padded bench set up between the couch and the TV, Ritchie told Chad to take all of his clothes off. The Surfer leaned back on the couch as he watched his Sailor pull off his loose camo shorts and t-shirt. Once he was completely naked, Chad stood there and said, "Now what?" "Come over here", Ritchie replied. The Sailor walked over to him and swung his meat in front of his face. Ritchie grabbed Chad's balls and carefully wove them through the ring on the butt-plug harness, putting spit on his scrotum to make it easy. He carefully shoved his freshly pierced limp cock through the ring before he got too erect. Then, taking his hands around Chad's waist and between his legs, Ritchie hung the harness over his hips and cinched up the belt. Then he grabbed the smallest leather ball cuff and proceeded to install it on Chad's freshly shaved scrotum. Cupping his balls in his hand he pulled them down and worked the cuff on with the other hand and snapped it up. The exercise got the Sailor hard as a rock. `So are you going to suck my cock now?" Chad ordered. "Not yet", Ritchie replied. "Lay down on the bench." He laid Chad on his back with his legs up and hanging over the pad wrapped weight bar. Ritchie propped his head up with a pillow from the couch and asked if Chad was comfortable enough. "Yeah, actually I am". "Good" Ritchie replied as he grabbed the 1.5" steel plug from the box. Chad felt the wet stickiness of lubed fingers tabbing him and started to relax a bit. "Now I am gonna use the smallest one, that is no bigger around than any of the cocks you have had up your ass to this point, except maybe Ramos." Ritchie assured. "Just shut your eyes and relax". Chad then felt the cold smooth steel slowly probing at his hole. It felt good at first while Ritchie gently slid it in, with increasing pressure. The feeling got dull and then sharp for a moment as the apex crossed his gate and then it popped into him and stopped. Chad clenched his ass muscles against the steel and reveled in the fullness of it. "Okay, how was that?" Ritchie asked. "Fine", Chad answered. "Fine?. Uh, okay, then we need to go to the next one then". Pulling the metal prod from Chad's asshole, Ritchie grabbed the 1.75 inch plug and began working it into Sailor's shitter. This time Ritchie was getting more resistance as he pushed it in. Chad was wincing a little and pushing back. "You need to relax your muscles, you are pushing it back out at me." Chad rolled his head back as Ritchie pushed harder and gently twisted the plug. Chad's breathing got faster and more shallow as he held the plug firm in the fight. "Take a deep breath Chad", Ritchie instructed. "Then let it out nice and slow, and that's when I'll push. We'll keep doing repetitions. Got it?" Chad nodded his head as the sharp but hollow pain at his fuck hole began to dominate him. "Breathe", Ritchie said. Chad grabbed the bench under his back with his hands and squeezed as Ritchie kept the pressure on. As he breathed out each time he could feel a splitting burning sensation rising between his legs that got stronger and stronger, making it hard to keep his breathing slow. As he was letting out his deep breath the fourth time he felt a movement that shot a wave of electricity through him causing him to yell out "Ahhhaahhahhh!" The pain wave seemed to last for forever as the apex of the larger steel bullet passed and stretched his squeeze ring where it had never gone before. "Ahhhhoooowuuhhaa!" The pressure kept on as he tried shooting the thing back out and bucked on the table. The pressure subsided as it popped into his hot hole but the pain remained. "Ahhhhhee owww! Take it out! Take it out!" Chad shouted. "Oooohhhhh! Aaaawweeeooooww! Ritchie pushed it in deeper until the base of it rested against his stretched open pucker hole. "Squeeze your muscles around it and hold it tight, Ritchi ordered. He then took the rear strap of the harness and cinched it tight against the plug, locking it solidly in the Sailor's chute. " Keep squeezing your ass muscles around it! Embrace the pain and quit crying. SQUEEZE IT!" Ritchie ordered. As Chad laid there holding as still as he could with the piercing awl in his ass with no relief Ritchie sat on the couch and sparked another bong hit. To Be Continued. More...

When pumping & dumping, or eating do you prefer shaved or hairy?

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic work of fiction continued from Sailor and the Sergeant 7 Ritchie proceeded to educate Chad on his arrangement with Sgt. Ramos, explaining to him why it was that he and his men had punked him in the back of the van the way they did. They watched over their Surfer and kept him safe. Chad oddly had no ill will toward them about his gang fuck experience, in fact something inside him was grateful for what his mind had reframed as a turning point rite of passage. As he got to current days Ritchie told him, "Sgt Ramos talked to me today about a couple things. He is well aware that you were down at the PD and applying for the academy." Chad got an unsure look across his face as Ritchie went on, "Sgt Ramos is one of the instructors there. You will be dealing with him you know". Chad got a sinking feeling, "Oh fuck, really?" Ritchie continued, "Yes Really. But the good news is that he likes you." Chad rolled his eyes and looked off to the TV saying, "Yeah he likes me alright". " Well, he told me today that if you pass the test that he would make sure you got moved forward into the next Academy class instead of going on the waiting list and that he'd take care of any drug test issues that could arise." Chad looked at Ritchie with his dark manicured goatee hanging. "No shit?" Ritchie, raising his brow answered, "No Shit". "The other item we need to talk about is this weekend," Ritchie told him. "You asked me about making some fast money, so Sgt. Ramos is having one his cop parties this weekend and we are going." Ritchie went on to describe to the Sailor that they were going up to Marin to work the two day party that Ramos was throwing for his men. This meant that they were going to be slaves to a weekend production of beer, men, and ritualistic role playing that Ramos lead every so often to build and bond his posse of officers. Chad got a wave of nervous doubt at hearing this, "I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet man", he said with apprehension. When Ritchie explained that they would be spitting $2500 for the job, more than a couple week's pay in the Navy, Chad nervously agreed. "What's more important here than the money Chad is that this gives you an opportunity to prove yourself if not get initiated into Ramos's circle. You cant buy that kind of ticket". Chad rolled his eyes, "I thought I was already initiated into his circle". Ritchie slapped him in the arm and said, "Well we only have a couple days to get you ready, you need to heal that cock of yours and we have some other things to do." Ritchie called a friend of his that worked in a barber shop down in the Castro and asked him if he was available for a private appointment. "If you get down here now I can. I was just getting ready to head home," the voice said. "Perfect, we'll be right down". Ritchie grabbed his pants off the floor and told Sailor to get dressed. They soon headed out the door for a walk to to the Castro. As they turned the corner onto the street lined with leather shops, adult book stores, and rainbow boutiques Chad's eyes wandered wild across the landscape of wide open faggotry. The fact that all eyes seemed to be on him and he walked himself down the strip with Ritchie was also becoming apparent. Ritchie rang the buzzer of the non-descript glass door that led up a narrow staircase. The door buzzed back and they entered the narrow upward channel to the loft above. When they turned the corner into the small lobby Sal lit up with flaming aplomb, "Oh fuck me Ritchie baby, what have you brought me today! My gawd, what hunk!" Sal gave Chad a lusty look over and placed his hands on his hips. "Ritchie, Ritchie, Ritchie! Where did you find this stud at". Surfer responded, "The Navy". "Good Lord Ritchie, you're gonna get me all in trouble", Sal gushed. "Turn down the flames there Sal, I don't want you to scare him away". Embarrassed and tensed, Chad just stood there and stuck his arm out for a manly hand shake. Sal grabbed his hand and ran his fingers across his palm as if to read the lines. Chad let him. "My Sailor here needs a Weed & Clean", Ritchie announced. Sal gushed like a rewarded child, "Absolutely my dear, absolutely". Ritchie looked at Chad who was clueless and told him to take off his clothes. Chad followed his lead as Sal told him to saddle up in a reclining old looking barber's chair with stirrups. After Chad nervously sat, Sal raised the chair up with his foot pump bringing Chad's manhood to a workable level. He leaned the back of the chair down and had Chad put his legs up in the stirrups. Sal admired the Sailor and told him to just lean back and relax. Ritchie had a seat in the chair next to him and watched while Sal went to work. The buzz of electric clippers filled the room as he gently mowed the thick turf of pubic mass, shedding years of curly bush to the floor. Carefully working the clippers all around his package, Sal made it look easy. The flaming barber then lathered up Chad's balls, cock and nest with soothing warm shaving cream. As soon as the warmth of the lather and Sal's soft hands began massaging him, the Sailor's cock hardened like a rock. "I just love that part", Sal laughed. Pulling out a flat-blade he began shaving the thick nest of hair that enshrouded Chad's love hole. Ritchie had unzipped his pants and was gently stroking his pierced cock as he watched. Sal carefully squeezed Chad's balls one by one tight into his scrotum like a rock hard balloon to shave them. As he continued, Sal made playful tugs at his cock and probes of his hole making Chad smile, jump and giggle. He had a way of making the process fun for his customers. As he handled Sailor's 8" shaft with one hand and slid the razor up it with the other Chad felt that sharp pang in his glans again as the fresh hole around his 10-gage barbell contracted. He felt the burning wetness ooze around the metal again as his pre-cum appeared. Sal continued adding more warm lather in and around his tool as he shaved his business end clean. "Leave his pubes above his cock", Ritchie interjected as he sat close by stroking himself. Sal cleaned all the lather and trimmings off Chad's smoothly shaved cock and asshole with a soothing warm stream of water from a hose. As the erotic session seemed to end, Sal then grabbed a heated tube of lotion and began working it into his fresh skin, cosseting his balls and circumnavigating his shaft. He then probed his smooth soft love hole slightly with his lotioned fingers. "You want to eat his hole bad don't you", Ritchie taunted Sal. "Go ahead, it's okay I'll let you have him for free this time". Ritchie leaned back in his chair as he watched Sal sink his skull between his thighs. The flamboyant barber's tongue melted into Chad's freshly shaved man cunt. Chad rocked his head back and started stroking his cock while Sal slithered his expert tongue in and out of him. Sal was aggressively digging into Chad's sphincter driving him wild. Before too long Chad was shot sharp burning ropes of cum through his freshly pierced piss hole. As it dribbled slightly out Sal gently licked up the excess as Chad pumped it out. Ritchie was getting ready to cum and ordered Sal to suck his cock. Sal responded like 911 and took his shooting rod in just in time, licking and swallowing up his juices. As he cleaned him up Ritchie ordered, "Okay, back to work". Sal spent the next 20 minutes clipper cutting Chad's chest hair and groin and then shaved his back. He then topped him off with a fresh buzz cut on the scalp. When he was done, Sal pulled off the cape and brushed Sailor off. Ritchie flashed Sal a $50 dollar bill. "Thanks Ritchie! You know I just love you baby!" Sal said and then turned to Chad who was dressing himself. "Here's my card Sailor boy, call me any time you need a trim". As they walked out the door onto the street, Chad was shaking his head at all the wildness of the past few days. He had wild partying days in the Navy and back home, but nothing like the energy and the sexual release of his time here in the City. He was beginning to feel more comfortable and less threatened now in this temple, a far cry from his attitude last summer. Now dark out, he and Ritchie decided to head back toward the Red Baron for a few drinks. Most of the boutique stores were closed but a few still had their doors open. On their way out of the Castro an open store got Ritchie`s attention. "Wait, we need to get you a few things" To Be Continued..... More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... This is the first of a few chapters in an erotic story that came out of a true set of circumstances and a hookup, but has been embellished a bit for good reading. Steve was a 29 year old ex-con I met in Texas when I was 19, going to Tech school. He was about 6'-2' and very butch. He had large muscular build from working out in prison. His upper torso was mostly covered with tattoos of serpents, skulls, barbed wire and the like. His crew cut hair was dirty brown and he had a mustache like a 1970's era cop look. He was white trash and just looked like a convict, but that rough quality made him pretty hot to me. He had been convicted of a god knows what. I never asked. He was out on parole in a program that got you out early if you went to school and stayed there crime-free. I knew him from parties at the dorm complex our school ran. He wasn't the type of crowd I normally ran with. But he sold weed making our friendship a necessity. He was a craw ass though. One of the most vivid images I have of him was answering the door at one of their parties and spitting hi-proof alcohol and lighting it up, spitting flames at the guy who knocked on the door. Crazy shit. Hanging with him was flirting with the devil, but it was a turn on and he seemed to like me - I always felt safe with him. I had heard him kidding about prison sex a few times and even watched him pretend to rape his roommate James as a joke. He would grab James and throw him on the couch, saying, “Give that tight pussy of yours”. He would pretend hump him while James just laughed. The group of us would laugh, I would stir inside my pants. One Friday night I was trying to score a joint and went to see him. The dorm complex was pretty dead, everyone seemed to be somewhere else. In the hot Texas summer, the windows were open and he answered the door wearing just and old pair of jeans. He had been drinking beer and sweating, his tatted upper half reflecting the light of the front porch. His dirty bare feet could be smelled before I saw them. He was out of weed to sell, but said he would toke his last joint with me. We hung out there getting high watching the TV for a while, but the buzz wore off and we got bored. He told me he had a few hits of LSD and asked if I wanted to trip some acid with him. “You gotta commit to it bro, it’ll keep us going all night. I went for it thinking it would be an uncharted adventure to trip with this dude. We did the LSD and spent the better part of the next 8 hours spelunking around the dorm complex and the immediate neighborhood. Both our roommates worked the night shift and got home in the early hours so we could not hang out at either of our places and keep them awake with out acid-head banter. After an uneventful trip, Steve directed us to a baseball dugout across the street from the dorms and thought that‘d be a cool place to hang out and come down. We talked about everything on the face of the earth in explicit detail that happens with acid. It was very cold out so we leaned up close to each other to keep warm and share the experience of coming down together. He was very quiet and down to earth for a change, unlike the usual tough as nails "bad-ass" he usually presented himself as. I wondered what this guy thought of this rich kid’s stories of growing up in Disneyland with all his little “issues”, when he was a rough hewn street bred con. To my surprise he was always respectful and genuinely brotherly toward me. I finally got up the nerve and asked him if he ever got raped in prison. "Me get raped?, Hell I was the one that fucked the shit out those bitches, I never got raped", he bragged. “Did you like it?" I asked. "Fuck, man when you're in the joint, you take what you can get, and take it like a man. It's just fuckin' - don't mean your queer", he said, "Why you askin?” he looked at me with a new tone of excited seriousness. “Do you want to get fucked up the ass or somethin?" I didn't answer. I didn't have to. When you are tripping acid, you sort of have this sixth sense about things. He stood up and unbuttoned his fly, letting out his cock. It was hairy and long with a tattoo of a black snake, coiling around his huge balls and spiraling all the way up his thick shaft with it's eyes and fangs on either lobe at head with its open mouth at his piss hole. This was a trip, but a twisted sort of turn on. He grabbed at it and pumped it a few times, getting it to stand up some more. The odor of him and his cock was strong and rank. “What do ya say?“, he gestured. Without any words I dropped to my knees with my back against the dugout wall and took his fat snake into my mouth. He was sweaty and hard, and tasted sourly bitter. He grabbed his hands on the chain link fence above by head and started fucking my face hard, banging my head against the concrete wall. I was trying hard to keep up as he seemed to be racing. "Take my cock bitch!" he repeated, "take it down bitch". He was streaming juices into my throat almost the whole time. I was foaming at the mouth and jacking off. It felt like he was going to smash my head thought the wall with his violent slamming thrusts. I could not get enough of his snake, sucking and slurping. He finally stopped and ordered me to lay on the bench. Grabbing and pushing me face down on the wood, he pulled my pants down to my knees with one hand, while he stoked his cock with the other. He got down on me and started forcing his cock into my ass. He was pretty rough, and proceeded with no romance or lubrication other than a palm full of spit. He placed both hands on my back shoulder blades and began fucking me deep and rough. It didn't hurt as much as it should have because LSD has a numbing effect physically, but I could feel wood splinters poking into my chest and stomach as his thrusts scooted me across the bench. The smell of shit wafted into the air. He was slapping my ass with his thighs violently, grunting "take it bitch, take it like a man". I was moaning in deep soulful pleasure and pain, huffing and trying to catch my breath at moments. He pulled out for a second wetting his pasty cock with spit, and starting in again. He grabbed my hair pulling my head back as he started pumping with a spiritual vengeance, ever harder than before. All the force of his cock's pounding with was transferring back through my scalp and neck. This was the roughest I had ever been reamed and I was loving every second of it. I was getting bitch-fucked in prison for all intents, grunting in with every nasty thrust, "yeah bitch, you like that big fat cock up your ass, you fuckin' bitch, fucking little faggot". He yanked back on my hair one last time delivering his load into my beaten hairy hole. The warm juice squirting into me felt heavenly and soothing, loosening him up and relieving the friction. He then laid down on my back continuing to slide his still hard snake in and out, now much more lovingly. He was cuddling like a lover, kissing and tonguing my neck. Acid gives you stamina, and he remained hard for a good ten minutes, pumping my asshole with love letting out repetitive small bursts of warm juices. When he was done we just laid there for a while sweating as one, and finally got dressed as the sun was coming up. We left the dugout went home. Continued Here More...