Grunt

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... This is an erotic story that came out of a true set of circumstances and a hookup, but has been embellished a bit for good reading. Continued from Tripping With And Ex-Con 1 As described in the first post, Steve was a 29 year old ex-con I met in Texas when I was 19 in tech school. He was a huge guy, about 6'-2'. He had large muscular build and covered with prison art tattoos. He had a dirty brown crew cut and a bushy un-trimmed mustache. He was rough white trash, which made him pretty hot to me. Our first time was the interlude of a dark, drug fueled trip but the following forays I would not blame on being screwed up. A week had gone by since the dug out experience, and we had not really crossed paths. It was Friday after school and everyone was arriving at the dorm complex. The familiar ritual of hoots and hollers, cases of beer being carried in, and the sound of “quarters“ beer games being played got going in earnest. Friday afternoons were electric at the complex. It was the beginning of the weekend where everyone let loose and partied for death. The complex was a sprawling collection of motel style two-story buildings comprised of studio apartments. Two of us were assigned to each unit which was a single with a bathroom and kitchen stuck in the corner. The rooms were all the same with two beds, a collection of cheap furniture including a couch, coffee table, a dinette, and a 19” color TV bolted to a steel post. The place mostly housed us tech school students, but also other seedy types that came for the low weekly rental rates. It was a wild mix of just-out-of-high school redneck guys who didn’t make it into real college, ex-cons and drug dealers. Ah the good old days. I had just shut the door behind me, tossed my keys to the table and was headed to the fridge to get a beer when an loud knock rapped at the door. My room-mate had the evening school classes and had left already. It wasn’t unusual to get a crowd over right after school as I was the guy who could usually score beer because I looked older than 21. When I opened the door Steve was standing there in his wife beater complete with a toothpick in his mouth. His muscular tatted arms and tight 501 jeans clenching his bulging basket made me freeze momentarily while he pushed himself by me as if it were his place. “Hey sweetness, what are you doing right now?” he asked in an assuming tone while rubbing his flat stomach and raising up the bottom of his shirt. Watching him tab his fingers at his stomach, I replied “Nothin yet. I was thinking about getting a beer and kicking back for a few. You want one?” He was looking at me like a hungry dog. I knew where this was headed. I grabbed us each a couple beers and set them all down on the coffee table. He then offered, “I’m going to score some weed, are you gonna want some?” I immediately replied, “Yeah, I’ take a bag.“ We hadn’t talked since he fucked my head off a week prior and feeling a need to address our hook-up I started to say, “Look Steve, about last week………” He began pulling off his shirt and unbuttoning his 501’s and looking at me with an unmistakable tint of sexual confidence. “……..um I had a good time. I just wanted you to know you don’t need to worry about anyone hearing about it”, I continued. He looked at me with a slight threatening nod, “I’m not worried about it, I know where to find ya if you mouth off”. He then grabbed my shoulders with both his bounding arms and walked me over to the couch and pushed me down onto it. He then pulled his open fly apart and away allowing his hardening tool to swing out before my face. I heard his breathing deepen as he muttered, “No need to talk about it.” At first I hesitated while he jacked himself and swung his meat back and forth in my face. “Come on, don’t tell me you don’t want to suck my dick now. I already punked you!”. Getting impatient, he deftly grasped the back of my skull with the palm his free hand and pulled my face into his smelly sweaty cock nest. Forcefully and bluntly stabbing shoving his package at my mouth, I submitted and took his pasty stinky piss rod into my warm wet mouth. He obviously hadn’t showered today because DAMN, he was raunchy. As I engaged and get into it, he immediately let out a deep gut driven groan, “Uuuhhhhh yeah that’s it. Make me feel good, suck it down”. I wanted it though, no doubt. I went to work on his tatted cock, slithering my tongue up and down the shaft, around and over his head, running the rough part of my tongue over his piss slit. His rough mechanic’s hands tightly grasped the round of my scalp and he guided me back and forth as he thrusted his groin into my face. In each deep thrust his balls rubbed my chin, My nose buried deep in the thick brown sweaty hair of his crotch. His deep odor of sweat and piss was almost overtaking. He was getting more and more excited, moving faster. “You make me feel so good, ohhh, ahhh yeah that its it bro“ he was muttering. I had worked my hands around his buttocks and was pulling him tight as I sucked and slurped, for what seemed like an eternity. His cock was emitting sticky sweet juices that I could not get enough of. Getting hotter, sweat began rolling down his lightly haired stomach and on my face. Finally without warning he began fast fucking my mouth, groaning and grasping my skull tightly. “Uhh, yeah! Fuck!“, he grunted out. A few three or four deep slaps and an explosion of warm jizz flooded my mouth. I could not contain it all and it was running out all over my lips and down my chin. By now his face fucking had pushed me back into the couch and he was almost on top of me pumping my face full of warm sticky cum. He finally got off me and stood back up before the couch as I followed, licking up his last streams of ex-con spunk. Now softly rubbing his hands through my hair his breathing slowed. “Oh man that was so good, that’s what I needed”. Just as I was getting ready to pull out my cock and get into it more he buttoned up his jeans and said, “Well I gotta go get the weed. I need $40 bucks if you want a bag” With that he wiped his cum covered hands on his T-Shirt and left. Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... This is an erotic story that came out of a true set of circumstances and a hookup, but has been embellished a bit for good reading. Continued from Tripping With And Ex-Con 2 What a fuck? He comes to my place demands a blow job and leaves. Why I was so fucking turned on about being used like this spun my head. Steve finally dropped by my pad around 10:30 and dropped off my sack of weed and left, saying he was tired and wanted to crash. The following Saturday we morning crossed paths in the parking lot and he told me there was going to be a keg party at his place that night. “You should come, I have a surprise for you,” he said with a shit eating grin. I shuddered to imagine what it could be. I like getting down with Steve, but he still put me on edge. The guy was still a volatile character I had seen get in a drunken rage blowing holes in people’s apartment doors with a shot gun because he thought someone stole his hunting knife. That night my room-mate Greg and I cruised over to Steve’s place. Greg was straight and had no idea I liked getting it on with dudes. He was a good looking guy at 20 - athletic, clean cut and pretty sexy but he had a girlfriend and baby back home and made fun of fags a lot so I hadn’t gone there. I wasn’t worried about Steve outing me with Greg as I felt he had as much to lose as I did. But it would happen sooner than later as it turned out. We got there and the place was already slammed. Keg parties in the dorms were standing room only affairs that spilled out into the parking lot. People were standing around and partying outside, and a line of young rednecks with empty cups led into the apartment. We worked our way in and began partaking. We spent an hour or so hanging out, getting a good buzz on and talking with friends. I finally saw ex-con Steve standing in the crowd outside in the hot sticky Texas summer night air. All he was wearing was a pair of ragged looking 501’s with tattered pant legs dragging over his bare feet. I got a spring in my nuts watching beads of sweat roll down his tattooed chest into his loose hanging pants. Skulls, barbed wire, demons and spider webs covered almost every inch of his upper torso. He held a pint of Jack Daniels about half gone, hitting it like soda as he chatted with a small group. I noticed the big mean looking black thug standing with him, a man I hadn’t seen before. He stood nearly as tall as Steve but was built like a house, at least 290 lbs. Not overly muscular, he was just girthy with a big huge ass and thighs. He had a mean ass gansta like demeanor. His movements were shifty and he looked at everyone like some kind of mark. He was wearing a tied off do-rag, a black T-Shirt and loose sweats. Greg was off talking to some chick so I went over to Steve. He threw out a deft sock in the arm to greet me. He turned to the big black slab of beef next to him and introduced him, “This is Roddy, a friend of mine from Oregon.” The guy had this cynical look of disinterest on his face as he sized me up and shook my hand. He looked every bit an ex-con as Steve did. Sensing my apprehension Steve added. “He’s cool bro. We did time together at State. He came down to visit for the weekend”. Oh that made me feel better. Steve offered me a hit off his bottle of Jack which I obliged. We made some small talk while the thug kept looking me over. After a few minutes Steve put his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “Rod’s got some killer green bud from Oregon, we should go smoke some” Feeling better about his shifty buddy I replied, “Sure” Steve then shifted his eyes around the crowd and asked, “Can we go to your apartment. I don’t want everyone here to know about it”. Suspicious, I agreed and we began to covertly sneak away from the crowd and into the darkness. Once at my place we sat around the kitchen table. Steve was acting a little on edge asking we keep the lights off so nobody would know we were there. We toked a joint of some of the most mind slamming weed I have ever experienced. I was spinning out of control from the nasty shit after only a couple hits and could not take anymore. Steve and Rod finished it up as I sat there trying breathe calmly and reel in my raging synapses. I got up to grab a beer in the kitchen and Steve followed. As I began to opened up the fridge Steve gently pushed himself against my backside pinning me against the kitchen counter. Reaching his arms around me he grabbed at my package with one hand and pinched at my left tit with the other. Breathing heavy into my ear and brushing his mustache across my neck he said, “Let's to get it on dude.” I tensed up and tried breaking his grip, but he squeezed me tighter and pushed his groin into my ass. “But what about Rod?” I whispered nervously. “Roddy?” He let out a burst of air through his nose while his rough whiskers scrubbed over my shoulder, and giggled under his breath. “Rod wants some of that tight little pussy of yours too,” Steve whispered in a teasing tone. I tensed up and tried even more to resist his advance. “Oh come on bro, you know what they say….once you try black you can’t ever go back.” I protested half heartedly, “You told him about us? Dude, I don’t even know him”. Laughing he pushed the refrigerator door shut and said, “He’s my bro, trust me. I vouch for him. We spent a year in a cell together. We don’t hide no shit from each other. I wouldn’t throw you to the wolves”. Nervously I went along and said, “Ok”. Steve motioned to Rod saying “Come on”. The three of us walked into the dark bed area. “Sit down and relax”, Steve said as Rod stepped up to his side. Rod looked me over while rubbing his package, “Steve says you give killer head”. I just sat there while my heart raced looking at him and back at Steve. “Don’t worry, he ain’t gonna hurt ya. He knows how to give it out nice and easy don’t ya Roddy?” Steve said as he clasped my skull with his rough hand. Steve was unbuttoned his 501’s while Rod was digging his cock from his baggy sweats. “Show him your shit!” Steve jibbed Rod. The black ex-con pulled out a downright scary weapon of a cock. It was everything I had imagined a big black cock would be. It had to be at least 2” in diameter and looked to be about 8-9” half hard. I let out a sigh of nervous energy while Steve finished peeling his boots and 501’s off. “Go on, touch it bro!” Steve chided, “Check out that big black man cock!” I slowly wrapped my sweaty palm around Rod’s huge meat stick. My hand barely wrapped around his shaft, my fingers and thumb did not meet on the backside as I gently pumped him. It didn’t even feel like a normal dick. Steve stepped up next to him and slapped Rod’s cock with his. He then looked down at me and ordered, “Get your clothes off! We’re gonna turn you out!” I was reeling from a combination of being stoned off my ass like never before, nervous, scared and exposed to these to ex-con thugs. As I slowly began pulling off my clothes, Steve and Rock engaged in a short bit of mutual hand and cock action and squeezed each others tits. These two butch ex-cons slapping their dicks together turned me on good for the first time tonight. Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... This is an erotic story that came out of a true set of circumstances and a hookup, but has been embellished a bit for good reading. Continued from Tripping With And Ex-Con 3 After I got my clothes off, Steve and Rod saddled up to my face with their raunchy stink tools. Rod’s was big black dick was positively the largest I had ever seen. I was wondering how I was going to get him in my mouth. They both tabbed at my face with their dirty sticks as I was going back and forth licking on them. Finally Rod sat on the bed leaning up against the head board and laying his legs out in front of him. “Get over here and suck my dick!”, he ordered. I crawled on my hands and knees and dove into his package trying to get my tongue all over it, up and down, around and around. Steve was rumaging around in the bathroom while I started attempting to go down on Rod. My jaw could hardly open far enough not to scrape his fat black shaft with my teeth. I slowly tried forcing it but he kept bottoming out at the back of my throat. “That’s alright just lick it good just below the head. That‘s what I like” Rod said while squeezing his balls and pinching his tits. Steve jumped on the bed behind me opening up a container. His rough hands began probing my love hole with Vasoline from my bathroom. I jerked in reaction and stopped sucking Rod momentarily. The thug slapped my head, “Don’t stop! Steve’s just gonna warm up that little pussy of yours for me”, he said with a taunting laugh. I was getting turned on but scared at the same time. Steve was roughly jamming his greasy fingers up my ass while I tried to service Rod. Steve mounted my back and began to sink his meat into my well lubed love hole. A few slow thrusts in and out, and he started right in bitch fucking me. His rough hands were grasping at my shoulders to keep himself steady while Rod now grabbed my head and began forcing his fat assed meat into my throat. Fighting the dull rhythmic aches of Steve pounding my ass, I was trying desperately not to gag while Rod shoved in deeper. “Watch those fuckin teeth!” Rod barked and slapped my head. My jaw was starting to hurt from trying to keep it so stretched open. His sticky sweet pre-cum juices made the work rewarding though. In a very short time I felt Steve bucking himself harder into me, “Oh fuck, ohh yeah”. Rod pulled his cock from my aching mouth and said, “Okay, it’s my turn now! I wanna fuck that pussy before you blow your wad in it!” Steve immediately pulled out and dismounted. I just stayed there on my hands and knees catching my breath and wiping the streams of sweat off my face while they switched places. As Steve sat before me where Rod had been my heart started racing as Rod’s big hands started squeezing my but cheeks and slathering more Vasoline into my nest. Steve just laid back against the headboard and pumped his greasy cock while he watched Rod mount up. As Rod saddled up behind me for some doggie style bitch fuck, he pushed me forward up into Steve’s arms so he could hold me still. I wrapped my arms around Steve’s torso, laying my head on his shoulder. By now, his musky body smell had become a welcome turn on that relaxed me a bit as I felt the death weapon probing my hole. Rod began feeding me his potato sized tool ever so slowly. As I felt his blunt head violating my squeeze ring I gripped Steve tighter. “Just breathe in and out real slow”, Steve whispered in my ear. “It’ll only hurt for a little while”. Rod continued breaking my anal gate’s resistance by slowly shoving his anaconda against it. As my hole opened up all the way, a wave of sweat spurted from my body as I shook nervously. Like a light switch turning on a sharp pain, my nervous system tried to compensate for the intruder by shaking myself loose. Steve wrapped his arms around me and held me from bucking loose. Suddenly I felt the pressure increase as he slid slowly in all the way till he hit the end of my chute and held it there. “Ahh, you’re a tight little bitch aint ya”, he hazed. “I thought Steve had punked you out better than this”. Then he pulled out fast and let my gate slam shut. A sudden rush of burning pain came over me as he burst back in and shove his meat all the way one more. “Aaahhhhhh”, I gasped abruptly. Whispering again Steve said, “Just take it easy bro, you’ll be begging for it in a couple minutes”. I let out a sigh. “A couple minutes,” I thought. “I can’t take any more”. I wanted to tell him to pull it out and stop but I didn’t want to at the same time. Rod started pumping himself hard in and out of my aching hole. I felt the weight of his body on my back and I collapsed forward in Steve’s arms as the big black thug laid into me with his jack-hammer assault. As he began going at me faster and deeper, harder and rougher my body shook with nervous spasms. It was hurting and stinging, I was gritting my teeth, but I was trying desperately not to cry out to tell him to stop. Sensing my toil Steve gently rubbed his hand through my hair and whispered, “Take it like a man, it‘t be alright.” Finally I began to let out deep gut wrenching deep voiced bursts, “Aahhhh, Ahhhh, Uhhhh, Oowwhhh!” With my uncontrollable moans Rod slapped my ass hard with his open palm, letting out a loud crack. “That’s it bitch, make some noise!” He took it as an open ticket to start fucking me ragged. He suddenly started slamming the fucking shit out of me, making loud slaps that the neighbors could surely hear. The bed began shaking and slamming against the wall as this 290 lb slab of man took over my world. I could not catch my breath, letting out loud bursts of vocal energy, “AAAoooooo, Ohhhh, Uuuuggh!” My ass was registering such a convoluted level of itching, burning dull aching pain that it began to claw my nails into Steve’s back. He responded by pinching and twisting my tits sharply sending confusing signals of pain through my body. It hurt, but took my brain’s focus off my aching tater momentarily. He knew what he was doing. As soon as the pain seemed to become overwhelming, it seemed to miraculously transform into a new energy of ecstasy. That burning itch became a craving desire for more. As he began to tire and slow down, I found myself trying to push back into his jack-hammer tool to keep it going. Sweat was running off me like a rain storm as I started to moan in a new tone of pleasure. “Ohhh, man yeah, fuck me , fuck my ass”, I grumbled with a hoarse voice. The big thug came back, pumping me again with more ferocity. “Ooohh, yeah bitch you startin to like this big black cock now aint ya”, he chided as he fucked my chute raw. Steve finally slid back up against the headboard and guided my head down to his cock. Still covered greasy ass paste from fucking me, I resisted at first. “So what if it’s got ass on it! Suck it bitch!” he ordered. I swallowed my worries and took his dirty fuck stick into my mouth and began working him voraciously. It took less than 30 seconds for Steve to blow his load all over the place. As I was licking and slurping his warm goo, he pulled me up and surprised me with a deep tongue kiss, sharing is his warm spunk passionately. Rod’s violent pounding was getting to a fever pitch as Steve and I kissed and slurped his juices. Rod then he began to shudder and buck, “I’m gonna cum up your ass bitch, here it comes!” He spunked deep inside my fuck chute with several bursts. Just as I felt his warm cum flood my burning hole I blew my own wad all over Steve’s stomach b. Rod continued to pump himself in my man hole moaning, “Oh yea bitch, that was so good”. I laid there in Steve’s arms kissing him, our cum sticking us together while Rod pulled his softening 11x2 bulb from my socket. The cool air of the room attacked my stretched open squeeze ring with a burning sting. As I collapsed more onto Steve, Rod stepped off the bed and walked over, sticking his ass grease and cum dripping cock in our faces. “Lick it up bitches! Clean my shit off.” Steve surprised me again as he joined me in licking Rod’s dirty fuck stick clean like a subservient dog. Just then the lights came on and I heard my room mate Greg’s shocked voice “What the fuck is going on!” I never heard him unlocking the door and coming in. Fuck. Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... This is an erotic story that came out of a true set of circumstances and a hookup, but has been embellished a bit for good reading. Continued from Tripping With And Ex-Con 4 In all the throws of our violent three-way none of us had heard Greg unlock the door and enter the apartment. He was visibly shocked to find me and these to ex-cons getting it on. I didn’t know what to say. None of us did. “Oh fuck,” was the only thing that was going through my mind. “Fucking shit! What the fuck?” Greg yelled backing away in utter shock. He started to turn for the door when Rod grabbed him. “Where the fuck you think you goin?” he questioned in a threatening tone as he began dragging Greg back into the beds. “Don’t hurt him, he’s my room mate!” I plead. Steve looked at all of us visually pissed that we’d been caught. He surely didn’t want word getting out in our small world that he was a cock-sucker, much less an ex-con that liked sucking black dicks covered with ass paste. Rod continued holding Greg tightly in his arms while my room mate was just looking at me with disgust and worry. “Fags!“ Greg scorned in disgust. “My own roommate? I thought we were friends!“ Steve finally piped in, ‘Well we got a little problem here now don’t we.” He motioned for Rod to let go of Greg who jerked away from the naked black thug's greasy hands. As the pungent scent of man sex was hanging thick in the air Steve grasped Greg’s head with the palm of his hand and squeezed. “You gonna keep this shit to yourself? You ain‘t going back out to the party and shootin off your mouth are ya?” Greg knew damn good and well that Steve was a violent psycho and was not likely to spill the beans for fear of getting beat to shit or worse. But unfortunately his response did not give Steve and Rod the confidence they wanted. “Fuck you fags!”, was all Greg could muster. Looking at me with both disappointment and anger he yelled, “You too you fucking fag! I ain’t living with no faggot. You need to get the fuck out!” Rod and Steve looked at each other and exchanged some kind of visual code like animals in the jungle. A wave of fear and nervousness went through me because I knew what it was. Greg was getting butt-raped. Rod looked at Greg and said, “ You need to calm down cracker. We ain’t going nowhere until we all cool here”. Seeming to sense a threat Greg started to bolt for the door again, but Steve grabbed him with his huge tatted arms and swept him off his feet. Throwing him down on the bed next to me, Rod pounced on him and pinned him down. “Alright alright alright! I wont say shit,” Greg exclaimed in hopes of stemming what was coming next. With the full weight of Rod’s body holding him face down on the bed, Steve said to Greg, “Tell ya what, we’re gonna make sure you don’t say shit.” Rod continued to hold Greg down while Steve began hastily pulling off his shoes and pants. Pulling at his underwear the ex-con told Greg, “You gonna get fucked in the ass”. Rod laughed and looked over at me with a devilish grin. I tried to slow all this down. “Guys there’s no need for you to do this….” Steve interrupted me. “You shut the fuck up! We’re just gonna dirty him up a little so he got nothin to say to anybody” Greg yelled out, “You fuckin fags! Get off me!” Looking around at all of us, he directed his anger at me. “What the fuck dude? You gonna let them.....” Rod slapped Greg in the head really hard. “Shut the fuck up or I'll make ya!” Greg buried his face in the bed spread and growled into it. Steve finally bent down and said to Greg, “Look man, there is nothing to get scared about. Rod here is my bro, your room mate’s my bro and now you will be too.” He ran his hand across Greg’s scalp and patted it reassuringly. “You gonna try something new so take it like a man. If you don’t be cool we can let Rod resize your ass his way. So what to ya say?” The big black thug smiled at Greg who just let out a sigh of resignation. “That’s what I thought.” “We gonna turn you out!” Rod hazed snidely as he continued to pin Greg down. Steve began pumping up his tattooed cock. “Turn him over on his back!” Steve told Rod. “I want to look him in the eyes”. While Steve began lubing up his tool, Rod shifted his weight, releasing Greg and rolling him over on his back. Straddling his knees on Greg’s shoulders to keep him down, Rod grabbed his skull and held it tight. Greg was now ready to be punked. Steve looked at me momentarily and laughed. “I knew I’d eventually get both of ya”. With that he began probing his fingers into Greg’s virgin hole. I just laid there watching helplessly while my ex-con buddy began to take my roomie’s virginity. While I felt bad about getting Greg into this situation, I was not in a position to stop these guys. Part of me was enjoying seeing Greg get punked. I had wanted him for so long and thought perhaps this might open the door. After greasing Greg’s sphincter, Steve saddled up him throwing his legs over his shoulders and plunging in. As Steve sunk into him Greg suddenly let out a groan, “Ooowww, ohhh, stop! Stop!Take it out!” Steve responded by pulling out a giving him a hard butt slam. “Ayyeeeehhhhhhhhhhhh” Greg yelped and began to tear up. “Shut up ya little bitch, takin it like a man means you whine like a little girl”. Steve soon started bitch fucking my roomie like he had done me the first time. Watching Steve’s ass from behind, I could not help getting turned on as I watched his muscular ass cheeks clench together while he fucked him. After what seemed like five minutes of the torture, Steve finally began to climax and slow down, sinking deeper and more final. “Oohhh! Ohh, I’, gonna blow my seed bro” Steve exclaimed and planted himself one last time deep into Greg’s nest. He just held still, his tatted snake buried in my roomies hole. "Uhhh yeah. You're my bitch now! My cum is inside your pussy! Hope you're on the pill", Steve taunted Steve finally pulled his cock out of Greg’s burning nest and shook off a few drips of his ooze onto my face. Greg continued to lay silent, slowing his breathing. Rod got up off of Greg and stepped off the bed. Steve also pulled back and off the bed. Greg continued to lay silent, slowing his breathing and keeping his tear stained face in the pillow. The ex-con and the thug began to get dressed hastily. Greg looked robbed, betrayed. Steve looked at me and said, "See ya later bro". They both made a quick exit and shut the door behind them, leaving me with my butt-raped roommate. What a mess this would be. Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... I started up this blog site a few days ago to have a single website where all my gay twisted shit can be. I have been twittering for a year or so under a clean screen name, but recently launched a new identity “Gruntraq” to commune with my gay sick pig buddies. It’s great to have a place to speak the twisted shit in my head I can’t share with most of the people around me everyday. You quickly find out you are not unique at all. I have been posting a shit load of erotic stories in the past couple days that have been written over the years. So while it looks like I have been writing non stop, in reality it is just uploading a bunch of stuff that already exists. There is a lot more to come. Hope you enjoy. Some of the stories are true, some are not, others blur the lines between the two. Through all the shit in life it has been a creative outlet that is fun to share. And if some hot dude I’ll never meet blows one off reading it, my job is done. Today I was a filth pig and jacked off in the outhouse again at the job site. My jizz from yesterday had dried up and was a dry crusty film almost invisible. It is smelly and rank in there, and the thing is a filth pit, but I get turned on in there. I left a couple squirts on the blue plastic wall again in the same place. Later in the afternoon I was all horned up and came back. Jacking off again, I bent over in the tight confines and licked up the pasty half dry dribble from the wall. It got me so hot. Something about dirty shit like that just makes me freaky. Just about the time I got it all cleaned off, I blew my dick again in the same place. I’m still waiting for someone to say something about it. Ha. I’m cracking my second beer since getting home from work. My brother is gone somewhere, probably hiding away from me. I intend to get my dick sloppy dirty tonight. Just don’t know how yet. My new fuck buddy hasn‘t committed to coming by yet. We had a good time last night and regailed my brother with all our sex sounds. Worst case I’ll get on Craigslist and look for some random hole to fill. There is plenty of that to go around. Of course, I would not mind finding a studly top to tear me up either. Hmmm More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... This is an erotic story that came out of a true set of circumstances and a hookup, but has been embellished a bit for good reading. Continued from Tripping With And Ex-Con 5 Greg left hurriedly, passing by the partygoers and getting the fuck out of the place. I immediately went into crisis mode. I knew I really fucked up bad getting caught but moreso getting my straight roommate butt-raped. I hurriedly got dressed as Steve and Rod both said, “Just let him go bro. Just let him go”. I couldn’t just do that. I rushed back to our apartment in a panic. As soon as I got there just seconds after Greg did, he was in his room. When I say him I said, “Greg and I am so sorry man! I never meant to…..” Before I could finish I saw a flash out of my left eye and felt a knuckled fist crack against my face. The blow knocked me back against the wall and onto the floor. Saying nothing Greg got up and went straight to the bathroom and slammed the door. I soon heard the sound of the shower running. Feeling sad and angry at myself I just sat there on the floor and cried. Not only had my secret come out to my best friend, but I had gotten him butt-raped against his will. It seemed like an hour he spent in the shower before the water finally turned off. I had resigned myself to sitting on the bed watching TV and nervously waiting to see what came next. I knew him well enough to know that he was straight and in no way would ever forgive me for this. He finally came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and went to his room. After a few minutes of loud drawer slamming and thudding he emerged fully dressed. He came into my room and looked at me with a hate and disappointment I thought I would never see from my pal. “You need to leave. You need to get out!” he said resolutely. “I hope those fuckers don’t have AIDS, because if I get it I’ll kill you!” I tried to say something but he interrupted, “Shut up! I was your friend. You could have told me you were gay but you didn’t. Now you got me fucked in the ass by Steve and Rod got to watch. Thanks a fucking lot!” He stood there for a moment wondering what to do next and just staring at me. Indifferently he said, “I am taking off and will be back in the morning. We are not friends anymore! You need to get your shit and be gone when I get back! Got it?” He looked at me once more and left, slamming the front door on the way out. What was I going to do? I was fucked now. My best friend and roommate wanted me out of his life, out of our apartment. Where would I go? I could not afford to go and move out. I cried for an hour in my storm of fear and self loathing. I really screwed this up. I finally got the gumption to get up and took a walk through the apartment complex to come down. I turned the corner of a building and happened upon Steve who was talking to some of the people leaving his party. “Fuck! Great, he is all I need right now,” I thought to myself. He was waving goodbye to them and caught me out of the corner of his eyes. “Hey” he said with a concerned look. He was a rough cookie but showed compassion when he sensed it necessary. “Hey”, I replied back looking like I was barely holding back the tears. “Bad huh?” he asked. “Bad?” I said with an incredulous tone. “After what you did to him? Bad? Um….Yeah!” I exclaimed. “He want’s me to get the fuck out man! He told me to hit the road!” Steve sighed and rubbed the evening sweat off his brow. “Fuck man, I’m sorry about that but he was got way out of line and copped a tude”. “I know, I know, but shit man if you hadn’t bitch raped him I could have calmed him down”. I said. Steve laughed sarcastically, “You think so, but you’re wrong. He ain’t coming back from that shit. He isn’t like you.” Insulted, I replied, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Steve looked at me with a smile, “He aint no bitch”. Taking that as an affront I stepped back and replied, “So I’m just a bitch to you huh? I saw you taking orders and sucking that black cock like a whore, you’re a bitch too fucker!” Steve stepped closer to me looking around the parking lot to see if anyone was within earshot. “Take it easy bro”, he whispered. “I didn’t mean it like that. You and I are just different bro. We got a thing going that he don’t understand and he ain’t gonna understand. Some guys just don’t get down that way.” I looked at him with a bit of surprise at what I had just heard. “What do you mean we got a thing going?” The badass tatted ex-con smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. “Look man I know what we been doin is more like street trade so far. But if you want, it can be more than that bro.” I relaxed a bit as his rough greasy hand squeezed my neck. He then smiled and said, “Go grab a change of clothes and your toothbrush. You can stay with me tonight.” I stammered a bit, “But what about Greg?” Steve got a more serious look on his face. “Greg is gonna do what Greg is gonna do. You can’t do anything about that. If he’s your friend, he will forgive you. If he cant do that then he ain’t your friend. But for now you come shack up with me and give him some space. I’ll treat you right bro. Trust me”. Coming from this rough and tumble dude I was surprised at his supportive intellect at times. But I was willing to take a chance. As I turned to head back to my place and gather some things he said, “When you come back to my place, just let yourself in. The door will be open. Rod is crashed out on the couch, just come back to my room”. With that I returned to my apartment and quickly grabbed a couple changes of clothes, a few toiletries and my school stuff. I wrote a note and left it on the kitchen table… “Greg, I am sorry for everything. You were my best friend and I am deserving of your hate. I lied to you about who I was. It was only because I feared it you would not understand and that it would wreck our friendship. I was right. I am sorry about what happened to you with Steve. I hope you have forgive me for that some day. I will be in touch about coming back to get the rest of my stuff.” When I arrived to Steve’s pad I let myself in as he had said to do. I saw the big black Rod snoozed ouf on the couch just like he had said. The place was a mess of empty beer cups, bottles and other party mess. I set my things down on the kitchen table I heard him in the bedroom. “Is that you? Come on back.” As I stepped into the room he was standing naked in all his glory. His tattooed cock was swinging heavily between his muscular thighs. He came over and gave me a tight hug, wrapping his thick tatted arms around me. A tear ran down my face as his tight embrace enveloped me. I wrapped my arms around his torso and squeezed back. Sensing my anguish, he stepped back and wiped the tears from my face and smiled. “You need a good hot shower, come take one with me.” His invitation was welcome and I followed him to the bathroom. Once naked I stepped into the steaming hot steam of water with my ex-con. We exchanged and embrace briefly and let or cocks dance with one another as we got warm and wet. He finally leaned in toward me and planted his mouth on mine and began passionately kissing me with the finesse and energy of a long lost lover. My cock sprang to attention against his hard rod as his rough whiskered face rubbed against mine and his tongue writhed within. As I began to get more and more revved up, he lathered up his hands with shampoo and rubbed me down from head to toe, stopping to coddle and caress my bone hard tool. I returned the gesture by soaping down his tatted and scarred frame. His muscles were so damn defined, his hairy body so delectable I was in a trance. As I knelt down to lather his lower calves and feet I found myself face to face with his snake. I grabbed it with my hands and massaged it with my soapy hands. “Get it nice and clean”, he said with a low growl. As I went to place my lips around his fat tool, he grabbed me and pulled me back up to his face. “Not yet”. We kissed some more as our hands groped at each other’s tools, now streaming with ropes of sticky pre-cum. He shut off the shower and we stepped out into the tiny bathroom. Sharing a towel, we mutually dried each other off while playfully teasing each other’s cocks in the process. He then placed his hands on my thighs and pushed me out the door into the bedroom. “Why don’t you lay down and relax for a minute, I will be right back”. He stepped out for a moment as I laid back and stretched in the glow of what was becoming a passionate session. The angst of what had happened earlier was evaporating away. He returned with his bong and a bag of weed. He sat on the bed next to me and packed up a bowl of mean green. Handing it to me he said, “Go ahead, take the first hit”. I sat up against the headboard and proceeded to inhale a sweet magical smoke that levels all playing fields. While I was in the midst of doing so Steve surprised me by burying his rough goateed mug against my cock. As his rough whiskers scraped against my balls, his tongue began to wrap itself up and down, and around my shaft. Looking down at his muscled body laying in pushup position between my legs, that tattoos on his shiny back reflected in the light as be began to take my cock into his mouth for the first time. I never expected this from my bad-ass ex-con. I took another hit off the bong as he began deep-throating my meat and working it harder and faster. My head was floating now as he showed me his man pleasing talents. He was so good at it too, sucking and bobbing and then changing gears to lick up and down my shaft - then back to deep-throating it. As I was getting close to coming he stopped suddenly and burrowed under my ass. Grabbing my legs and lifting them up, he sank his rough goatee into my fuck hole with a hungry vengeance. His long tongue slithered into my asshole and tapped at it, wetting it and sending me into a spin. His flickering and licking was a new sensation I had not experienced before, and combined with my shock that he was doing it I was rolling in sweating heavy breathing pleasure. As he rimmed me silly, I was getting so hot. I wanted his thick hard snake to fuck me sore again. “Oh man that feels so good Steve”, I moaned. “Give me that cock, fuck me bro. Come and fuck me!” He finally stopped and crawled up over my chest and we kissed nice and sloppy for a few seconds. He then looked me in the eyes and said, “Not like that bro. You ain’t just my bitch. I’m your bitch too”. He grabbed the bong and sparked a deep hit off of it and held it in as long as he could. As he went to let it out of his lungs, we kissed and he blew the smoke into mine. He then looked my in the eye and said, “You get fuck me this time.” He got up on all fours and hunkered down a pillow with his ass high. Reaching back with his rough hands he spread his thick meaty ass cheeks wide to offer up his waiting asshole. “Go ahead man, it’s all yours”, he said. Getting up on my knees I gave his hairy manhole a good look for the first time. Thick tufts of spindly hair spread out from ground zero so beautifully. I spit on my fingers and gently tabbed his soft pink nest. “You said you never got fucked in prison”, I said teasingly as I stuck my middle finger into him and finger fucked him slowly. “I lied”, he said with a laugh. “You learn to take it like a man in the cage no matter who you are. Nobody will admit it, but you everyone comes out of there wanting it for the rest of their life. That‘s one of the reasons ex-cons hang out with ex-cons. I bet you never knew that”. As I fingered him he began pushing his muscular bubble but back and forth against my advances. “You ever eat ass before?” Steve asked. “No, I haven’t” Not sure if I wanted to or not, I spit on my fingers again and added second one into his hole. “It’s squeaky clean bro, why don’t you give it a try.” he asked. “You wet it up real good with your tongue, you can fuck me good without any lube”. Feeling a bit nervous and obligated to please him, I pulled my fingers from his chute and smelled them. No shitty smell, just man scent. So, I took a deep breath and went for it. Burrowing down I spread his cheeks with my hands and ran my quivering tongue across his manhole. He immediately let out a deep groan, “Oh yeah there you go bro. That’s it”. I got past the initial psychology of it and began to enjoy digging my wet taster into his shithole. As he began playing his body motions back into my tongue action, he got juicier by the second. I started fucking in and out of him like a flickering flame, which got him grunting like a pig. “Uhm Ohh, you like that, you got it now,” he said. I reached between his legs and grabbed his leaking shaft and gave it a few pumps as I routed out his nest. “Rusty Trombone”, he laughed. “That’s it, play me good” I didn’t get it at first, but I kept pumping him. Finally he pulled away and said, “Okay, time to fuck my hole bro”. He turned over onto his back and put his head back onto a pillow. Looking me in the eyes and smiling ear to ear, my tattoo covered bad-ass grabbed me close and we kissed feverishly for a few moments. The feeling and aura of this huge roughneck getting passionate with me was over the top. I had released all my angst and sadness from earlier and was finding a new bag. He finally grabbed his legs and hooked them back with his forearms, exposing his hairy hole. “Come on now, show me what you can do”. Excited and anxious to fuck this muscle man, I saddled up to him and spit on my cock once more. I joked with him “It’ll only hurt for a little while”. He rolled his eyes and I took the moment to drop the hammer on him when he was not expecting it. I sunk my tool into his gut deep and fast, making him flinch. He rolled his head back and grunted, “Ahhh yeah”. After a few slow thrusts he pulled me down face to face to kiss some more. I stopped my motions momentarily as we tossed tongues but he grabbed my buttocks and pulled me in. “Keep sticking me while we kiss. It‘s the difference between making love and fucking”. In a push-up position over this tatted stud, I continued pumping his meat hole as our tongues danced to the music. He was passionately running his hands through my hair as we rocked and rolled. After some sweaty “love making“, I changed gears I got back upright with his legs against my chest and began “fucking” him. He arched his back and said, “Come on, tear it up bro! Give it to me good”. He shut his eyes and dropped his goateed jaw in pleasure as I began slapping his ass hard with my best animal bitch-fuck. The bed was squeaking and banging the wall as the smell of man-sex filled the air. He grabbed his cock and began jacking off as I fucked him raw. Soon he moaned, “Oh yea…oh……” Then he shot a bright white load of jizz across his chest and onto his chin. “Oh, yeah bro. Come in me! Come in my fuck hole bro!” the 220lb tat-stud begged like a whore. I squeezed my arms around his calves as tightly as I could and slammed hard and fast as I felt my eruption come. With a flash of sweat and immense pleasure, I came deep inside his chute freeing up the stinging friction that had built up. I let out a deep sigh of relief as I pumped my man juice into him and fell into his arms. As my cock shrank it finally slipped out of his sloppy hole. But we just kissed some more and laid together in our sweat and cum as we came down from the rush. As the afterglow set in Steve was all about cuddling and nibbling in a loving embrace. “I’m really sorry about what happened with Greg today bro”, he said softly. “I am sorry I treated you and him the way we did.“ He thought for a moment and continued, “You know what made me mad was what he said you more than anything. They way he called you a fag and got all freaky on you. That’s what made me go off and punk him like a bitch”. I contemplated that for a moment and said, “You got mad because he dissed me?” He sighed in a resigned way and said, “Yeah I guess I did. I think I have become attached to you I guess”. Steve then rolled me over brushing his rough stubble against my face and said, “You ain’t my bitch no more. You’re my bro”. Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... This is an erotic story that came out of a true set of circumstances and a hookup, but has been embellished a bit for good reading. Continued from Tripping With And Ex-Con 6 He sighed in a resigned way and said, “Yeah I guess I did. I think I have become attached to you I guess”. Steve then rolled me over brushing his rough stubble against my face and said, “You ain’t my bitch no more. You’re my bro”. We then rolled into another hot-lap of kissing and cuddling before I fell asleep in his arms. I slept so well I guess, as I never heard another thing until the light peeking in through the mini-blinds woke me up. Steve was still laying in bed next to me. Realizing I had to take a piss, I slowly got up and did my business. When I returned to the bed, Steve rolled over behind be and slipped his morning wood between by butt cheeks. Up for that, I pressed my ass against his raging hard on. Still in a sleepy fog, he moaned “Hmmm, good morning bro”. I felt him stretch and reach and then the sound of a plastic bottle cap opening. The familiar sound of squirting liquid followed just before his slick fingers began rubbing my wanting pussy. I felt the motion of him lubing up his thick tattooed dick as he said, “Oh man I’m so glad you’re here. Ain’t nothing like wakeup sex”. We laid on our sides as he slid his fat hard cock deep into my asshole, still stinging from his pal Rod’s assault the night before. A nice easy spooning commenced as he grasped his hands on my hips and kissed on my neck. “Oh man, I could get used to this bro” he cooed with pleasure. My hole was still burning, but his easy slick lovemaking felt real good. He was carefully striking my prostate as he thrusted, pushing my pleasure button with each pass. Steve had let me take him the night before and I was still basking in the new mutual relationship that was coming together. Steve finally rolled me over on my stomach and began fucking my hole from behind. His rhythm had picked up pace pretty fast and his slow lovemaking had become a slap slap slap of a fuck. But like all morning woods, this one was fast for the climax. Just as I was getting into the groove and over the burn, he came into my asshole and fell to my back kissing my neck. “Oh man, I want you to come live with me.” Steve said. “I‘m in love bro”. It was music to my ears. I was about tell him “Yes!” when we were startled. Our morning romp had awoke his ex-cellie Rod who had been crashed out in the room next-door since shortly after our 3-way early the last evening. I had almost forgotten he was here. He certainly didn’t interrupt our romp late last night. He had been peeking through the cracked door and watching us for some time it turned out. It was a jolt to both of us when we heard his voice. “Look at you two bitches! Oh I love you, I love you, kissy kissy kissy”, Rod taunted. Walking in the room and jacking on his 11” black meat, he said, “You bitches better have some love left for ol Roddy!” Steve laughed in my ear and gave it a little pinch with his teeth, his thick goatee scraping my shoulder like steel wool. “Come on in Rod, I always have some love left for you”, Steve said. We both turned over to see the mega-thug ex-con coming at us with his monster cock in hand. He looked at me with a shifty eye and said, “So you ended up sacking up with my bro Steve last night huh? Your roomate kick yo ass out huh?” he taunted and sneered. I nodded yes to answer his question. “I’ll bet yo ass still hurts from my fuckin last night too don’t it. Well you‘ll remember that next time I come to visit yo”. He crawled down on the bed with us and slapped Steve’s thigh and then said to me, “Don’t’ worry I ain’t gonna git you again dis monin. My dog Stevo here is gonna get it good and hard.” Grabbing Steve’s face with his hand and squeezing his mug, Rod continued to me, “You can hold his hand while he cries cuz I’m fuckin his brains out”. With that he smacked Steve on the thigh again with a loud crack and said, “Assume the position dog, you need to give me some lovin”. Steve giggled sarcastically and quipped, “Oh no, will it hurt?” Steve crawled over onto my chest and kissed me. He then wrapped his arms around me, positioning himself between my legs with his ass in the air. “Awe, ain’t that cute, two little bitches in love”, Rod taunted. “And you‘re both mine”, he said as he sidled over to where Steve had moved. Rod asked min impatiently, “You situated yet?” Steve let out a deep breath, “Yeah, I’m ready”. Laying face to face on my chest with his hardening rod dangling over mine, Steve closed his eyes as Rod began poking him with his 11” black mamba. I felt his muscular arms squeeze my torso tight and his hairy body tense up as his asshole was penetrated deep and slow. “Oh yeah, that‘s my Stevo takin my cock like a good little bitch all da way in“, Rod moaned softly. Steve opened his eyes and looked into mine as his hole began to get stretched out. Something about that moment was so sexy. Rod wasted no time bangin his dog. Steve’s breaths were shallow and fast as his body began rubbing back and forth against mine, a rhythm of Rod’s increasingly rampant fuck. Our sticky cocks were now hard as a rock and rubbing back and against each other. As the smell of ass and sweat filled the air, Steve and I began kissing and writhing our tongues feverishly. The three of us were melting together in each other’s sweat. Steve winced off and on from the shock when Rod’s thumper a little too dug deep and hard. The sound of ass slapping sex and three men breathing hard got louder and louder. Rod slapped Steve’s back as he began butt-slamming him all the way in and out, the full length of his 11” assault weapon. “Oh yeah, my Stevo! You take it good and quiet just like when we were cellies! Nobody ever knew”, Rod laughed as his cock pounded the ex-con’s ass, Steve’s body rubbing back and forth against mine finally got to my balls, which let loose their juice between us, slickening up the motion. Soon to follow was Steve, who blew his second load of the morning on my chest. We kissed some more as Rod waged war with his cock on Steve’s blistering hole. Our wet sticky loads of cum were blending together between our hairy stomachs as I finally heard Rod let out a low moan, “Yeah, oh, yeah I’m gonna cum up that sweet ass if yours Stevo”. The rough thug-stud bucked a couple of times and let it blow. He pulled out and squirted a couple ropes all over Steve‘s tattered pucker, smeared it around and sunk his cock in again. He made a sloppy cream pie mess of Steve’s ass, his cum dripping out all over the place. Rod finally pulled out fell on top of us in exhaustion. We laid there for a while longer before Rod finally said, “I’m gonna hit the shower and get outta here. I don’t want my old lady tasting your asses on my dick when I get home”. While Rod showered, Steve and I just laid together in bed and snuggled. He finally asked with a smile, “So provided Rod is only a periodic houseguest, do you still want to move in?” I laughed and said, “As long as I get a discount on weed from now on”. Steve took another nibble on my ear and said, “My Casa is your Casa”. The End More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic story of hot dick hardening fiction staring The Dirty Contractor I have been at flipping houses for about 10 years now. I’m my mid 30’s and fit the stereotype of your typical lone wolf construction contractor. I’m about 6’-0 and 190 lbs, well built and tanned. I keep my hair short and my goatee thick and bushy. I shave my mug at least 3 times a week, letting it stay rough mostly. You will usually find me wearing 501’s, worn leather work boots and a T-Shirt. I will put on a golf shirt once in a while if I am meeting a client or a realtor, but I am as construction guy as it gets.* I drive a lifted diesel F-350 pickup with a lumber rack too. I’m a clone, I admit it. I get plenty of sex because I'm a stud. That’s what they tell me anyway when they are getting their brains fucked out. I’ll fuck women or men, but my favorite mark is a butchy little guy with a nice tight ass. I am not all that into twinkie flamers, but I will fuck them when I just need a piece of ass and don’t want to go through a lengthy conquest. They are an easy lay that has few risks. They have fag written all over them and I know I won’t get embarrassed barking up the wrong tree. But for whatever reason I get the most satisfaction out of getting it on with a good old fashioned red-blooded stud. It takes more work but seeing a good looking guy getting off when I am drilling him deep or getting the best blowjobs only he can give makes men the best trophy game for me. Obviously I am mostly a top. I bottomed once once in a while for good buddies but giving it is where I am naturally wired. Nobody has complained about it yet and they always come back for more. Today while waiting for my realtor to show up I made one more path through the freshly remodeled ranch style house I had just finished up. It picked it up for a song. It was almost a “knock down”, an old 1950’s style home outmoded by today’s functional standards. Most of these past contemporary works of art are demolished so a fashionable new Spanish or Tuscan style ego-box four times their size can be built and sold for a lot more. I just could not let this one go that way. It was too special, the design too reminiscent of the days when a ‘59 Cadillac with fins would park in the circular drive. I restored it to almost original character, only updating the kitchen and baths with modern contemporary fixtures. I would not make as much money off it this way but it shined up like a new penny. Ben, my realtor was bringing his market analysis over with him so we could set the sale price. I couldn’t wait to show it off, I was proud as a papa. As I was cleaning up the house before Ben got there my cock was rustling around heavy in my 501’s wanting some attention. I thought about heading to the bathroom for a quick spit but I heard Ben slamming the door of his BMW X5 out in the driveway. I greeted him at the door still sporting solid wood, knowing it would get his attention. Ben was chipper as usual. As he stepped in the front door he gave me flirtatious smirk and looked down at my tightly packed jeans. After I shut the door, his free hand reached down and grappled at my wood. “Is that a banana in your pants or are just glad to see me”, he joked. I let out a feigned laugh. “It‘s not as hard as it looks”, I said. “I’ve heard that one before”, he replied with his best flaming tone. “You want to hear it again?” I kidded back. Ben waved his finger naughty in my face. “Business before pleasure cowboy”. He then changed the subject and said, “Okay give me the tour”.* Ben is a consummate professional. He dresses the part of a high end realtor, impeccably clean and neat, groomed to a pin, and almost exotic in character. It does him well in this haughty area where the average sale price for a home is in the $1,000,000 range. His artsy flair and top drawer style makes him a lot of money. Underneath all the Armani he is a very handsome mid-30's gentleman about 5’-10 with a swimmer’s build. He has dark wavy hair and shaves himself clean everywhere else. Clean! His sparkling blue eyes and manicured mug make me feel in high company whenever we are together.* But he doesn’t mind putting all pretense aside when it comes to getting manhandled by a big roughneck like me. We have gone round many times in our years and he likes getting down and dirty with the best of them. He has no issues with being my bitch and submitting to my coarse and carnal cravings.* I was hoping that business would soon give way to pleasure. I took him through the 3000 square foot ranch home and pointed out all the pertinent features and remodel work. It was the usual dog and pony show; the pool, the patio, the kitchen, the great room, the yard, and I saved the master bedroom for last. I had installed a whirlpool tub and build a modern glass-block walk in style shower. Ending up at the last point of the walk-through and staring out at the newly landscaped resort style back yard through the master bedroom windows, he finally said. “Well cowboy I think we can move it pretty quick at $650,000. If you want to hold out for the money and wait a little longer, list it for $799,000.” I smiled and said, “Lets move it out at $650,000. I need it sold now.” He set his binder down on the wet-bar and said, “Great now tell me about that log in your pants”. Standing in the master bedroom we kissed for a few seconds while his hand massaged my growing meat. “You don’t want to hear my story, lets just get to it”, I suggested. We kissed and grappled again with an intermittent giggle. “It’s been a while cowboy”, Ben said with a smile. “You have my phone number”, I replied as I squeezed him in my arms. He nodded and he proceeded drop to the floor and dig into my 501’s to give my throbbing fuck stick some of his expert attention. I closed my eyes and relaxed as he began playfully licking and massaging my hairy thick tool. He is a cock connoisseur in ways that I can’t explain. He turned his head sideways and sucked on my hairy veined shaft just below my head, writhing his tongue as he pulled my red folds of skin into his mouth. After some electrifying buzz runs across the head and piss slit with his rough tongue he took me into his mouth balls deep. He was a sword eater indeed. His smooth dimpled chin pressed against my balls as he sucked my manhood hard and tight. After his initial taste in, he bobbed and sucked while cosseting my balls with his smooth hands while I grunted and moaned. He plays me like a violin, bringing me to a boil and backing off. Just when I feel my juices flowing he moves to my balls and licks at them. After my coming orgasm subsides he goes at it voraciously again. How he knows where my bleeding edge is, I will never know. But 10 minutes has gone by and he has brought be up to the blowing point and down a number of times now without letting me explode. It is a* torture I can only hope continues all day. But it cant. As my hips were now uncontrollably humping up and down I said in desperation, “I gotta fuck you now”. I wanted to lay this bitch on his back and drive him across the bedroom floor til his head knocked on the baseboard. I could control my cock longer this way and what a rush. The way he was working me now I was not in control and almost over with. He paused from his evil torture to reply, “Sorry cowboy. I don’t want a sloppy ass all day while working the open house. You can fuck me later”. I shut my eyes and let my sweating scalp hit the floor again. As his fire-like tongue slithered in and out of my piss hole, lapping up my streams of juice I felt his wet finger sliding into my stink hole. He was moving in for the kill. His slippery sliding digit found my hot-button and began fucking at it violently as he deep throated me again. Finally letting go, a shiver of energy shot up my cock shaft and exploding into his wet writhing mouth. “Ohhhhhhh man, Ahhhhhhh” I blurted out as I bucked up and down on his finger and into his face.* The explosion of my white warm seed in his mouth was met by a swallowing and closing sensation on my shaft. His tongue lapped up my flowing cum and shoveled it into his throat as he milked me. I arched my back and rolled my head back and forth on the carpet as he pigged down on my load, wringing my cock out like a rag in his hands. ”Oh man you kill me!” I exclaimed. “You kill me”. He smiled at me as he finished cleaning off my meat. He got up and washed off his face in the master bath as I my 501‘s buttoned back up. After we got both of our clothes on and made sure there was no mess behind Ben said, “OK cowboy you need to hit the road. I have an open house to hold and I don’t need some sweaty construction worker hanging around and scaring people”. I laughed and said, “Thanks a lot”. He slapped my ass flirtatiously and said. “I hope you will be thanking me later.” More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... People are just funny and I include myself in that. I am a dirty filth pig in ways that most people would find completely unfathomable and disgusting. You know when you meet someone out there in the world and the subject comes up, “Oh your gay huh? That's cool, I respect that”. Seems to be the popular refrain in today’s increasingly PC society. What they are actually thinking, who knows or cares. But what most people uninitiated in the wilds of gay pleasures, kinks and fetishes never really think about is what actually happens in the bedrooms they claim to not care about what goes on in. One time years ago, a guy I worked with on the construction site asked, “So what do you do with other guys?” I almost wanted to say the truth. “I sniff their armpits, their sweaty clothes. I lick their hairy asshole and then fuck it until I fill him with my cum. Then I love to lick it up and suck it out. Then we kiss and slurp it together until we swallow it all down. Sometimes I like getting breeded by 3-4 dudes and licking their cocks clean afterwards.” I then could go on and tell him about the head rush of getting fist-fucked. But then the scene in a few good men comes to mind with Jack Nicholson where he cringes in disgust and says, “You want the truth? You can handle the truth.” So in answer to the question of my studly construction mate I simply answered, “We do pretty much the same stuff you do with women”. That was as much as he wanted to know, and he didn’t ask any more detail. It was enough visual for him. Yet a blog like this, on twitter, porn forums, and among other gay guys you can be as dirty as you want to be and nobody lifts a brow. If anything the dirtier you are, the more friends you make. It's all in how you think. It's all in how you look at it and from what side of the fence. My younger brother who has been staying with me for the last couple weeks has made be contemplate the whole thing to the point of insanity. He knows I’m gay and twisted. Though he and I had a lot of sex together when we were younger he ultimately chose a hetero lifestyle. Over ten years of that has narrowed his mind. He forgot all about those old days and boasts about his heteroness, at least until a few days ago. Now that he is splitting up with his wife and shacking up with me, he is getting an education again. After keeping it toned down for the first week and going nuts, I finally told him that I had to live in my own place and if he had a problem with it, leave. That night I had my FB come over and had some quality time. The next night, my young buck came over. The two of us and my brother got shit-faced together watching TV. My FB then stayed the night so we could fuck and suck till we dropped. My brother got to hear all of our noise and deal with it. Then Saturday the three of us spent the day riding the quads and had a great time together. Glad to say it hasn’t been “weird” at all. My brother is cool and of course he should be, he has sucked my cock before. But he is still hung up on his hang ups. He still considers himself a heterosexual guy who is married until he is divorced. He proclaimed as much on Saturday nite when we were all plowed and my FB and I were kissing on the couch across the room from him. He said he’s never cheated and doesn’t plan to as long as they have a chance at getting back together. I totally respect that. And in that moment I immediately turned off the wicked train in my brain that has been barreling toward getting in his pants since he got here. But in his buzzdom he teased, “But if we get a divorced I’m gonna become a slut.” My FB and I both looked at each other and grinned. More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... True story from a few years ago.... I’m a construction foreman for a large home builder. I'm in my mid thirties and I consider myself pretty good looking, masculine, and “guy”. I’m about 5’-10, 180 lbs, dark haired and plenty hairy. My skin is well tanned and I keep my mug nice and scruffy. I fit right in with my pals and coworkers that you would find at any construction site. I think about fucking, sucking, rimming and getting all that done to me at least 15-20 times a day from dawn till dawn. It’s a rough psychological cage. LOL To this tale, I was in Sin City for a building industry trade show. The company sent me on their dime, but I opted not to stay at the free room at the Bellagio with my corporate peers. I told them I had friends in town and would be staying with them, but instead checked in at the Fitzgerald’s Hotel and Casino up on Fremont Street. For me Vegas is a slimy dirty temple of sin. So staying in the run down old school shit-holes that smell like ashtrays are part of the turn on. When I am getting dirty in the room, it turns me on to think about how much cum has been dropped on the carpet, in the sink, in the tub, the toilet, and on the furniture in the in the past 40 years. Yeah I am a perv. Plus, I was planning to get good and fucked up with a dude. I didn’t want my fellow coworkers anywhere around. So this night after the day at the convention center I hung out in the bar downstairs and got pretty plowed while passively cruising the place. After having no luck and getting bored, I went upstairs and began mixing some Red Bull and Vodka cocktails in my room. After a couple hours of jacking off to the porn collection on my laptop, I got online and began looking for it there. Soon I found myself on Rentboy.com and thinking, “Why the fuck not? Some guy here needs to make a living, I want to get laid.” I searched the site for the local Vegas guys. Ricky Martinez was not on call at the time, bummer. I really wanted to get some hot beefcake to rough me up and fuck the shit out of my wanting hole. My inner bitch was hungry for some mean man cock. I wanted to bottom tonight and there were a few hot ass lookers. But I none of them really got me hard enough to spend the money on them. Some were too clean cut and Ken doll looking, others just seemed too something else. While I have never been much into twinks when jacking off to porn there was this young slender blonde skater looking guy that really got my cock throbbing. His name was James and while his photos were pretty low quality, what it showed of him was all I needed. He had a fuzzy face shot, a torso shot of his lean stomach and 6” cock, and most important a delicious asshole shot with his nuts hanging low and his bubble but spread. I could not wait to bury my tongue into his hot little hole. Ummmm! I decided I would top tonight after all. So I hit him up on his pager and James called me within a few minutes. The conversation was quick and to the point. “What do you want to do?“ he asked. “Just hang out here at my room and see what happens” I replied. I told him where I was and he said, “I’ll be there in twenty”. I was kicking back on the couch rubbing my cock to computer porn when I heard the knock at the door. I had the curtains open on my 4th floor room and someone could have seen all this, but I didn’t care. I was drunk and horny. When I opened the door, James was standing there looking somewhat apprehensive. This had to be a tough job I thought, going to meet strangers and not knowing what they were about. I am sure most clients are not the same chiseled studs you find at the Colt or Falcon site. He must of liked what he saw though because he seemed relieved and happy once he looked me over and entered the room. I’m not a Colt model, but I am well built and in shape. He was a good looking young blond butch kid, probably about 20-23. He had a chin ring, a half dozen ear piercing and a tight buzz cut. He was wearing loose fitting khaki skater shorts and a turquoise t-shirt that set off his deep blue eyes. His bounding gait had a slightly effeminate but yo-streetwise aura. I had the money in my hand and tried to give it to him right up front, but he just said to put it on the table and ignored it. I did not know the protocol. I offered him a drink and he said, no that’s OK. We sat together on the couch all but briefly before he looked at the slide show of studs in heat flashing on the screen of my laptop. “Nice pictures” he said. James then immediately stood up and slid his shorts off , exposing his thickening 6” shaved cock. He was wearing a silver cock-ring that was surrounded by just a small smattering of reddish blonde hairs. Ummm. He sat down again and we began the foreplay and kissing as if we knew each other for years. My hand began jacking his cock as we kissed, but this was moving fast. About the time we were getting all wet, he said, “Fuck me”. He got on the bed on his fours and stuck his ass up in the air. “Come on baby fuck me”, he said again. So I stood up and peeled off my boots and jeans and got onto the bed. “I’m not real prepared”, I said sheepishly. “Do you have any condoms?” I asked. He purred, “No you can fuck me bareback. Just use lots of lotion”. I was drunk and excited at the prospect of fucking his sweet boy ass raw. I grabbed the lotion from the coffee table and began running my fingers in and out of his shaved hole. He responded my fucking his ass back and forth on my fingers. “Give me more fingers” he begged as I worked him. I had three fingers in his nest, fucking his chute and getting it loose when I stopped to smell my hand. He was clean as a whistle, so I grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them apart. He was cake for the taking. He seemed genuinely surprised when I burred my scratchy goateed mug between his bubble cheeks and began eating his hole with wile abandon. “Ohh yeah baby, rim me! Fuck yeah, rim me baby!” he moaned like a crazed bitch. I thought how smart I was for not doing this at the company hotel, as anyone within a room or two was hearing this. “Oh fuck! Of fuck! Eat my hole!”, he moaned as I licked and slurped his blonde shitter. I was so fucking turned on, I could not take it any more. I grabbed my throbbing cock and began to stick it into him. Drunk and rough, I sank my 6” tool into him and started butt fucking him doggie style. “Ohh fuck me baby! Fuck me stud!” he moaned as I butt slammed him. After a minute or two, I flipped him over on his back and laid into him face to face. With his legs wrapped around my hips I fucked and French kissed him until my tongue ached. I had a lot of stamina since I had been drinking and jacking off all night. He finally said, “I need more lotion man, my ass is getting sore.” So I stopped for a moment and re-lubed. But before I started jack hammering him again, I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth and gave him a good long licking and slurping. He relaxed again and was soon moaning to the neighbors. I finally saddled up to him and started slowly sinking my cock into him playfully while I leaned over and sucked his cock at the same time. It was so fucking hot, I could not believe it. He was moaning and cooing as I fucked his hole and mouthed his flowing meat. His precum tasted so good. I flipped him over on his side and we spooned passionately for a while as I could tell he was getting worn out. I passionately kissed the back of his neck and nibbled on his ear as I slowly pumped his fuck hole. My arms were wrapped around him in a bear hug and jacking him off as I humped. The feeling of his rough neck hair and sideburns against my face as we sweat together was the final button that sent me off. “I’m gonna cum”, I said in his ear as my body began to tense up. “It’s OK, cum in my ass baby! Cum in me baby!” He begged. My arms squeezed him hard in our wet hot bear hug as I pumped him hard with my exploding load. I squirted my seed into his hot blond hole four or five times before I turned him over on his back and kissed him. I wanted more though. “Put your ass in the air, I want to eat your ass again”. I ordered. He got back up on all fours again, as I watched in anticipation. I was getting real fucking dirty now. I spread his cheeks apart again and began sucking his dirty cummy hole, licking up and eating my jizz from his pussy. I jacked him hard and fast as I slurped up my stinky salty ass cream from him. It was a major rush and I was getting off hard on the taste of his ass, my cum and the juice of fuck. As I realized I had cleaned him up, I wanted his cum now. So I turned him back over on his back and began sucking his meat for all it was worth. I was a bit aggressive and of course inexperienced. “Watch the teeth”, he said a couple of times. But it was not long and he said, “I’m getting ready to cum”. I licked and sucked harder as his warm salty goodness filled my mouth. He then got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. I made another drink as I sat naked on the couch before the wide open expanse of glass. “Man someone sure got a show if they were looking”, James said as he walked from the bathroom with his dick swinging. We chatted for a few more minutes before he looked at his watch and said, “Gotta go”. He grabbed the $200 off the table and was gone. I didn’t get my rough thug stud to fuck the shit out of me like a boy whore bitch but I liked what I got instead. Maybe another time. More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... Last night was a good time with some great old friends. Thanks goes out to T & D my long time fuck buds for feeding me a great BBQ dinner and their two hairy cocks. T & D are partnered bear daddies that I've known for almost a decade. We're like family. We've partied together, camped together, played rough together, and traveled to the Folsom Street Fair a number of times. They are 46 and 48 which makes them a good bit my senior. They are both dominant tops as they relate to me. While I tend to top more often than not in my own world, these two guys have always made me crave to be their hole slut. They call me "Cubbyhole". Last week when I started my new blog I sent an email out to all my pig friends to show it off. They replied back and invited me over for dinner and play since we hadn't gotten together for a good while. I have been needing to get ruffed up for a while anyway. I headed over after work and when I got there we hugged and greeted as usual. Within minutes T had me on me knees in front of the couch sucking his dick while D was in the kitchen. I sucked his 7" cock till he came and I swallowed up his warm load. Nice to see ya again T. Later we were in the kitchen as T went back and forth out the patio door BBQ'ing steaks. I was at their computer showing off my twitter account timeline and sharing what I was doing. They don’t tweet yet and it was fun showing them what goes on, tweeting this and that. Standing behind me D got horned up looking at all the twit-pic posts and finally indicated he wanted me to suck his cock by slapping the back of my back with it. I turned around in my chair and took his hairy 6" tool in my mouth and worked him good till he came. It didn't spoil my dinner tho. The steak and sides were good as always. These dudes can cook. After a couple of beers we retreated to their playroom where they showed me some of their evil new toys. They are more into BDSM and CBT play than I am and have a lot more wicked stuff. These guys actually introduced me to fisting a long time ago, but my hole has not been stretched like that in a long time and I wasn't up to that last night anyway. They had a couple of coold new toys I was up for some play with. So after we all got undressed I went to their bathroom and cleaned out my hole a bit. I wasn't all that dirty, but for extreme play I always like to be super clean. They have a nice play room with apadded saw horse as well as a sling where I got comfortable first. D got his hands all lubed up and began finger fucking my hole. He got a medium sized dildo next and massaged my chute while T stood by jacking off. My ass opened up pretty quickly with the dildo. They chuckled and teased me a lot while opening up my hole. They get a kick out of how a "big top stud" like me turns into a begging anal slave so quickly. D stuck his dick in me and pumped a short bit and swapped with T who tapped me a little more aggressively. T then got the mean new "Three Bumps" and began probing my puckered chute. I play with toys often enough it didn't take long to get started into me. I love the rush of my hole stretching tight and to the limits. I can spend hours with the right device. The one they used on me is the small size. It comes in a medium which they also have, and a large which looks fuckin scary. I took the first bump OK. When it got to the second bump we hit a barrier. I began slow deep breathing like I was taught. He held it in tight against me on the inhale, pushed on the tool on the exhale and we repeated for a while. I licked at D's cock while T kept the pressure on with the plug until the second bump pried open my hole and slipped past my burning sphincter. It hurt and felt good at the same time because it slipped in and let my hole contract a little around the narrower part after. Just as I relaxed a bit, he pushed it into me again and stretched my ring around the third bump which was about the same size. After letting me catch my breath he pulled it out slowly stretching me open over the three bumps again. He then started pushing it in and pulling it out of me. It was shocking and painful ride at first, but I was soon clutching D's hand and sweating good as T rocked my body with the evil device. I like it. I approve of the new toy and I think I might just get me one. The room was starting to smell like man sex. I always love the smell of a playroom once everyone gets a good bead on. After punishing my hole open wide to almost gaping open, D started fucking me again. He came pretty quick in my loose lubed up chute and made it even more messy. Then T started in and fucked me for a while but didn't cum. He instead stopped and massaged my swollen rosebud. After a few minutes the momentum had slowed a bit and D said he wanted me to fuck him. After I got down off the sling, D bent over the sawhorse and I started in on him. My body was shaking from all the rush still. His hairy ass needed no lube because my dick was already covered with my slime. I was gonna cum pretty quick anyway. But T got up behind me and slid himself in me and sandwiched me between them. It feels so fuckin good to fuck and be fucked at the same time, but I was done in less than a minute and came in D's hole. T fucked me harder as I laid on his partner's back for a couple more minutes and dumped in me. It was good cuz I was raw and sore by now from the bump stick. After he was done T took off to the bathroom to clean up. I dove into D's sweet hole and pigged down. I love slurping on hairy cummy hole more than anything else and kept at it for a couple minutes and got hard again. My hole was leaking like a sieve because I couldn't hold it shut. But as all good things cum, all good things end. We got cleaned up and shot the shit for a little while longer before I had to get home and get some sleep. I have to get up at 4:00am in the morning for work, so 10:00 is my limit for staying out these days. So thanks again T & D for the good time. Here's to hoping to do it again soon and maybe bring my young pup with me next time! And yes my fuck hole was itchy and sandpapery, my squeezer sore as shit today. More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... Another true hookup recollection from my youth. I had a few chance encounters when I was going to tech school in Texas. I was fresh out of high school and horny as hell. I had traveled home to Northern California for 3 day weekend in the summer. My straight roommate from school traveled with me as he was also from my hometown. I dropped him off as soon as I got to town and we went our separate ways. It was a great time visiting my family and partying with my stomping ground stoner buddies. I had a couple fuck buddies from high school I tried to hook up with but they were nowhere to be found. One joined the Navy and the other one I could not reach. My experience with Victor happened the last night I was in town. My stoner buds and I we were all over at dope dealer Johnny’s place. I was all packed up and ready to head back to Texas, but wanted to tip a last few and twist one up and stock up on some mean California Humboldt Green to take back with me. There were a number of other older guys there partying at Johnny’s too, mostly construction workers who clung to Johnny because he sold crank. My friends and I spent most of the night standing in the driveway out in front of his open garage drinking and smoking. As the night drew late, my pals got tired and went home. I should have been hitting the road as my roommate was expecting me to pick him up late tonight for the drive back to Texas. But I decided to hang out as I had been shooting it with a older guy there. Victor and I had talked off an on during the night, but after my pals left it was down to just he and I. Johnny was still floating around, but his old lady was hen pecking him to come to bed. Victor was pretty hot and I was having a good time hanging with him. I hadn’t even thought about getting lucky with him, just enjoying his company. Victor was married and about 35-40, twice my age. He was a hot Latin stud with a healthy bravado and meaty build. He worked in construction and was the icon of blue collar machismo. His rough pockmarked skin, stubbled face and sharp handlebar goatee framed his square jaw line with a masculinity that I found quite alluring. He had wavy shoulder length black hair which was the style back in the late 1980's. He gave off a dangerous aura and I was a little intimidated. It was well after midnight and we were both pretty stoned. As the conversation began to dry up, Victor finally looked my way and asked, “So you get a lot of pussy down in Texas?” The way he looked at me when he asked immediately made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My gut told me where this was headed. “No”, I replied. “I am too busy with school and work to get laid much”. Victor took a swig of his beer and nodded. “You must jack off a lot then huh?”. I nodded and stared into the night sky. In his sexy Latin accent he said, “I jack off all the time, three or four times a day”. Surprised at his open admission I looked up at him. His gaze was lingering on me gauging my reaction. “There’s nothing wrong with it you know, it really helps relieve stress”, he continued as he took another swig of his beer. He then stepped over to me and leaned in close enough that I could feel the heat coming from his chest. “You ever like jack off with your buddies?” I swallowed nervously and took in a deep breath. He cocked his head and remained face to face, just inches between us. “It’s ok man, nothing wrong with a couple guys helping each other get off”, he offered. “It don’t mean you’re a fag or nothing." I finally let out a laugh and nodded, “Yeah sometimes when we're fucked up and watching pornos or something ”. In reality I had already done a whole lot more than that with a number of dudes. But I didn’t know this rough stranger I just met at a dope dealer's place that well. Victor backed off and smiled, letting out a guttural jeer. “See, you know what I mean then, just a couple guys helping each other out huh? It's fun to see what your buddies dicks look like anyway.” I took a deep drink of my beer and looked back at him nervously. He rubbed his crotch and continued in his deep and sexy Latin tone, “Boy I sure wish I could jack off right now man, I am horny as fuck!” My cock pinged as I saw him clasping his package through his faded jeans. Looking back at me he stared into my eyes with a wanting and said, “You want to go find a place and jack off ?“ My heart raced in nervous excitement. He continued confidently, “You must be dying to bust your nut too." I stood there hesitating and just looking blank. "Come on, lets go somewhere just you and me?” he begged. I got a dose of spine and ignored my fears. “Sure OK," I said. Victor smiled, “Right on!” We both grabbed a few beers from the ice chest and took off in my car. Just around the corner from Johnny’s house was a wooded field where you could get cover for just about anything. I drove off the main road down the dirt path and hit my lights. As I crept toward the canopy of the large oak trees, I could smell Victor’s musky scent filling my car in the summer air. Once we stopped the car, we both got out and set our beers on the hood. Standing by the front bumper, he took the lead and peeled his worn T-shirt off and threw it on the car. I was getting horny and stiff in my jeans but was still a little nervous as I had never been with a older man this rough and scary before. Victor said, “Dude don’t be nervous, take your shirt off and relax”. As I peeled my T-Shirt off, he unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it loose, letting the ends dangle as he unbuttoned his 501’s. Running his hand across his sweaty lightly haired chest, he sank his other hand into his underwear and clutched his meat. He let out a sexy grunt. “Uummmm, that feels good” Leaning back on my car across from him I began slowly unbuttoning my pants and pulling my hardening dick from my underwear. Seeing his well proportioned tattooed chest made me reel. As he pulled his hardening tool from his briefs I was shocked to see for the first time a fat uncut Latin cock. He pulled on it a couple of times and it quickly came to size. Handling himself he looked up at me and saw me watching. “Want to see it?” He nodded at me as if to say it was OK. “Have a closer look bro.” He then stepped closer to me, grabbed my hand and placed it on his rubbery uncut meat. In his Latin drawl he eased my tension, “It’s ok man, go ahead and check it out. It don’t bite.” Feeling electricity though me, I wrapped my hand around his thick hairy shaft and gently squeezed it. “Oh yeah man, that feels good. Keep doing that man”. While I handled his thick member, his hands began fondling my own package. His rough skinned construction worker hands wrapped around my stiff cock and he gave it a good couple of pulls. I am only about 6” but he liked what he felt. “Nice cock bro”, he said. Confidently coming on to me he looked into my eyes and said, “You want to do more than jack off together?" While I was turned on I was scared as shit, out in the woods with a rough stranger. This guy could be anyone, a murderer. So my heart was racing as my brain came to terms with what to do next. "Like what?", I asked with hesitation. "You wannn a suck my dick?" he offered. I wanted to but I was still nervous. In my naïve buzzdom I reasoned that he was married and must be safe. I looked down at his thick hairy uncut cock in my hands and then back up to his eyes and nodded. He smiled and said, “Right on bro”. As I knelt down in front of him and got my face up to his stinky tool, the stench of his piss, sweat and grunge almost knocked me back. “Go ahead bro, it's OK” He then grabbed my skull with his rough hands and pulled my face into his meat. I began slowly mouthing and licking his head and foreskin. He was the rankest tasting dick I had ever experience at that point. It was ranchy. But before I knew it I was slithering my tongue into his foreskin and licking the ooze off the thick head of his cock. In his sexy Latin tone he drawled, “Ohh yeah bro, that feels so good. My old lady don't give me head." He then clasped my skull once again and began guiding me down his 8” shaft. Because he was so thick I had a hard time getting my jaw open enough to let him in. He pushed himself in to the point of refusal, which was'nt very far. Trying to keep my teeth from scrapingg his meat was hard. "It’s ok bro. Take if slow”. As he slid in more and my jaw stretched open, he began pumping my mouth face as he held my head solid with is rough hands. He face fucked me on and off and then would pulle out and let me suck on just the head would break away and lick his shaft up and down. Finally he pulled away from me and told me to stand up. He looked me in the eyes with a hungry stare and said, “Can I fuck your ass.” I hesitated for a moment. “Come on dude,…… I‘ll take it easy on you”. "Do you have any condoms", I asked like a naïve idiot. He said "No, but don’t worry I aint got no deseases. I got an old lady and kids at home bro" I nodded at him accepting his logic before he added, "I wont cum in you if you don’t want me to". I knew that was a lie but figured he was safe cause he was a married guy. "Ok, but take it easy on me, I've never had a dick that big before". I then turned around, shoved my pants further down and bent over the warm hood of my car. I soon felt his rough thick hands grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading them apart. Then his tone changed. In his masculine Latin drawl he taunted, “Yeah, you gonna know what it’s like to get fucked by a real man bro!” That immediately struck a wave of fear and nervousness through me. I was suddenly starting to regret this moment. I had been fucked and fucked others a lot by now, but this was a big rough construction worker twice my age with tattoos and a fat 8” cock whom I didn't know……..out in the woods with nobody around. I just shut my eyes and preyed I would be OK. I suddenly felt spit covered fingers rubbing my hole. “You got a tight little hole", he said as his finger slid into pucker. "Not for long” he taunted. Continuing to spit on his fingers and massage my hole he said, “You ready?” I didn’t answer, but he didn’t care. My hole was nice and juicy and softened up for the kill. I heard him spitting and wetting up his cock and then felt his blunt mushroom at my ring. He slowly pushed at me a couple of times before putting another wad of spit on his tool. Then he slid his thick 8” inch cock deep into me. As the sudden wave of sharp and dull pain over took my whole body, I tensed up and let out a yell “Aaaaaaaooooww!” Suddenly panting deep and fast, I let it out “Ooowww! Ohhh stop. Pull it out!”. He responded by shifting the weight of his body and holding himself solid in my chute. It felt like he had split my hole wide open. I imagined a bleeding tear in my hole, blood running down my leg. “Wait! Stop! Oww, oh pull it out!”. He remained pinning me against the hood of my car with his cock stuffed up my shitter for a minute to let me adjust. In his Latin drawl he taunted with a slight tone of disdain, “If your gonna do this, don’t be a fucking pussy." With that he started to slowly pull his thick stick out of me, dragging across my burning gate. Then he came back in, and back out again. With his hands gripping my shoulders tightly his thrusts began to increase in speed. My knees shook and I battled to stay still. He suddenly pulled out of me and lathered his stink rod up with more spit. I let out a breath of relief that was so short lived. Again I felt his fat cock entering again. The wave of pain shot through me again, only this time he slammed his stick hard and began violently thrusting. He was banging my whole body against the fender of my car. I was letting out incoherent moans of nervous pain, “Ah Ah Ah Ah Ahhhhhh” as this stud got into a jack hammering groove, bitchfucking me. I was hoping he would hurry up and cum so it would be over with as I shut my eyes and clenched my teeth. “You got such a sweet little ass”, he grunted in his sexy Latin voice. Over my moans and his grunts I could hear the gas sloshing back and forth in the tank of the car. As I listened to the sloshing the burning pain and stinging friction of his assault on my hole began to turn slowly into the craven pleasure that all bottoms love. The dull ache and pounding pain became an intense rush that began to overtake me. If you love to get fucked you know the feeling. It came out of my mouth without the slightest thought, “Oh Fuck dude! Yeah! You get me off dude!” It was almost incoherent as I panted. He grunted tauntingly at me, “You like my big Mexican dick huh gringo?" I grunted out, "Yeah I do." He then pulled out and told me turn around. As I stood up I felt juice running down my inner leg. He picked me up and laid me back on my hood. Saddling up to me he hastily pulled my shoes and pants off and out of his way. He then lifted my legs up on his shoulders and spit on his rod a couple more times. His hairy chest againstt my legs he began hammering my hole again. My asshole was stinging and burning, aching deep inside from his violent dry fuck but I wanted it now. He wrapped his arms around my legs and gripped me tight as he slammed me. The smell of man sex was in the air. The feeling of this stud’s whiskers on my legs while he bitch-fucked me finally sent me over the edge. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it hard, jacking it a few times before blowing my load on my stomach. He fucked for another minute or two as I laid sweating it out before he squeezed harder around my legs. He made a last few hard thrusts deep and fast. He then shut his eyes and rolled his head back. His handlebar goatee and rough shaven face contorted in pleasure as his mouth dropped open. I felt a warm wetting sensation deep in my aching hole as he squirted his cum into me. “Ohhh fuck” he grunted as he opened his eyes and looked at me with a slight glint of guilt. I knew he was lying about not cumming in me, but I didn't care. Satisfied I wasn't gonna freak about it, he continued to pump in and out of me for a minute as his spunk leaked out of my hole. We finally got up off the car and got dressed back up. And like most hookups it was all over after we got off. Within a minute we were headed out of there with not much more to say to each other. He asked me to drop him off at home nearby which I did. I soon picked up my roommate and we got on the road. I let him drive as I was trashed and tired. He was a bit put off because I showed up in the wee hours of the morning. But he was understanding when I told him I got laid and that was why I was late. He was straight and as far as he was concerned at that time I was too. “So, was she blonde or brunette?” he asked. I just smiled as my wet sticky asshole ached. “A brunette.” Never saw him again. More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... Life is good. Not much drama and a lot of fun this week. As I crack open my first Friday nite beer lets recap the last few days….. My brother who was staying with me due to marriage issues decided to head back home to SoCal this week and mend fences with his old lady. This is good for both of us because for a while him staying here was blocking up my sex life. And was starting to crazy enough to punk his ass and make him my bitch like when we were younger. Now that I have the house to myself again, my 24yo cub FB has been coming over and spending a lot of time. He's a lot of fun to be with and is emerging to be pretty versatile. He sucks my cock and bottoms enthusiastically but also has the balls and confidence to make me feel sexed good when he tops. Woof. He came over last nite and we flip flopped a couple rounds and had a few beers. I was already naked when he came over and had my cockring on. He hadn't seen one and thought it was cool. (I gave it to him before he went home) He sucked my dick for a short time on the couch and then I fucked his hairy little hole till I squirted in him. Because that happened right when he arrived, we stopped and had a few beers after that and shot the shit together naked. I told him I wanted him to come over and let me shave his hole and play with it soon. He is 15 years younger than me and new to the scene so to speak. I have been enjoying enlightening him about lot of new things. It’s a breath of fresh air to meet someone with for few hang-ups at his age. He is pretty open to new things and honestly makes me feel younger to have him around. So hopefully he hangs around a while and I don’t scare him away. After some BS'n came over next to me on the couch and we began cuddling and getting into some foreplay. I got down on his plump stick for a while and gnawed on him good until I he was getting good and leaky. He took the reins and pushed me on my back and laid onto me, forcing himself between my legs and saddling me up. That was hot. I responded my slapping his ass and wrapping my hairy legs around him. He fucked me with just my spit as lube for a short time and came in my chute. Then we laid together for a while and cuddled which I like. Some guys aren't into it. He left a little while later with a smile on his face just like mine. It's really great he can come over and fuck at my place now since he cant host. We don't have need to sneak around at work or other places. While that is a rush, getting caught at work isn’t. We fucked in my office once and did a couple blow jobs there while watching out the window for people, but that was rushed and really risky. And we met at Starbucks last week and he blew me in my truck. But at work we have started having a lot of fun blowing our loads on the wall of the job site porta-John and texting the other to go and lick it up. It is really kind of twisted and dirty, gets me off. After seeing he was on site this morning I blew a load and alerted him. He made a beeline over and after licking up my warm jizz off the plastic wall next to the urinal he squeezed his own mess there. I got a text from him telling me it was my turn and went back to lick up his warm seed. He texted me later today and told me he was doing it again. I can see the ‘blue room” from my office trailer so I watched him go in the porta-John with excitement. But then some other dude came up while he was in there and tried to get in. He ended up waiting and I got geeked about it for a minute. But he gave up andleft thankfully. As soon as I saw my FB exit and go back to work I darted out the door and over there before anyone else could. It was just as wickedly tasty and raunchy the second time around. Someone could see the cum on the wall in there, but the shitter is so nasty and covered with graffiti that nobody would think it all that out of place anyway. Men are pigs gay or straight. It's a low risk game and a lot of fun on an otherwise lackluster day. More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... It’s all in the presentation. Whether gay or straight, men instinctively want to look like studs. You see this everywhere where men dominate a bullring. Bodybuilding, Cowboys, Fighting and Boxing, Football, and Motorcycles they all dress and adorn themselves to be the biggest baddest looking one of all. They would say it is to attract women, but it is also a competitive chemical driven instinct to rise to the top of the breed. We cant help it. What makes me blab about this you ask? My young fuck buddy and I spent the day riding my Honda quads today at an all terrain vehicle park where hundreds of motocross and off road vehicle enthusiasts gather every weekend. After hours of pointing a lot of hot looking dudes out to each other today I began thinking about the downright bone inducing gear a lot of guys were wearing. Fuck man. Of course this is one of the things that has always attracted me to the pastime I have to admit. For a great deal of reasons the sport and hobby of motocross just seems to attract a certain brand of men - the kind that make my dick fill with blood. They are of the kind that flick on all my sex switches and light me up. Most of them are rough, wild and hot whether in their suits or not. Most are straight too, but that is beside the point. When they then dress up like Star Wars storm troopers it just adds to the heavy breathing, hair on my neck raising electron storm in my brain. While it’s all I can do to afford my quads, their gas, the trailer to haul them and the truck to pull it, many of the off-road hobbyists out there are all geared up with some very expensive and sexy looking duds. I make do with my work boots, blue jeans, a T-shirt and a helmet. I have a spare helmet for anyone who’s with me. But I have to say I get wooded up pretty easily checking out some of the dudes dressed in full leather race suits and boots. Looking at some of the online catalogs for gear tonight and the prices for the stuff. Fuck. One thing is for sure, whomever designs this stuff knows the male form and is making a point to accentuate it with padding, shields, and graphics. Some of the suits have molded plastic outer shells that make a guy look like a comic book super hero. Add mud to that and BOOOIINNG. I start to imagine a couple of these guys getting down with each other dressed in all the gear as shown to the left. Nice vision huh? I’m almost thinking of gearing up just to have sex while wearing it. My FB and I were talking about this on the way back home tonight and we both got hard and horny in the truck just recalling some of the guys we had seen. He got sprung a couple times today too out at the park. When we got back to my place we had to get off. Smelling like a couple of guys who had been riding all day we got hot and hard just getting close and touching each other. After a few minutes of going back and forth sucking each other’s grungy cocks on my couch we went to my bedroom and peeled our boots and clothes off. We just laid on my bed sucking and jacking each other with a little bit of kissing thrown in until I was ready to cum. I told him and he took me in to blow off in his mouth. After swallowing my healthy dose of man seed he laid back and jacked off while I finger fucked his ripe stink hole. When he came I licked his warm juice up and cleaned off his plug like the pig I am. I suggested we take a shower together and clean up but he wanted to get on his way back home. I stayed naked and watched him get dressed. As I was seeing him out we did a quick goodbye kiss. That was a new one. As I walked to the shower I smelled my fingers that had been in his ass and got hard again. More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... Taking care of the ones you love makes a man feel good inside. It sometimes makes a man feel good enough to make another man feel good inside…..like when you dump a warm load in him and free up the tight burning fuck you been putting down in him. Taking care can take on a lot of forms, but whatever it is let it be known that I am a lover of men. And that goes beyond sex. Sometimes being of service to the men in your life is its own reward. Case 1: Grooming My Young Fuck Buddy He is 24, I’m 41. Why he is hanging out with me instead of dudes his age or younger is a mystery. But he seems to like me and I sure as hell have a thing for him. Our freindship started out with a few snuck hookups at the construction site. It has turned into a good friendship that has some father-son angles to it, but not so much that it is weird. He loves man sex, so do I. He is turned on by me and I am by him. Because he’s a bit younger and not as experienced in the gay sex world he has lots of questions and some stuff is still new to him. It has been fun showing him the ropes a bit, and my rope a lot. Tonight he came over and finally let me shave his hairy manhole, his dick and balls. It took some selling because I don't think he got what it was all about. It is a ritualistic turn-on of foreplay, grooming and intimacy that I tried to make last as long as I could. He took a shower first and cleaned up. After that I had him lay on his back in my room and put my travel sling on him that held his legs up and kept him spread open without him having to hold himself and get tired of it. I got undressed myself and started by diving into his hairy cunt with my tongue. Warming up his sweet little hole got my cock rock hard. Woof. I then lathered him up and carefully shaved the excess bush of hair away from his pucker and tapered it off toward his buns with my trimmer. I wanted his ass cheeks to remain hairy. After I finished with his hole I wiped the shaving cream off and licked his smooth new cherry for a minute or two, occasionally gnawing and sucking on it which made him hard. I then put some lather on my hands and jacked his plump meat and got him excited. That was all I needed to begin shaving the long tufts of hair from his dick and balls. It took a few re-applications of the cream to get him done. And his head was shiny with pre-cum flow as I playfully jacked and squeezed him while I worked. I left his groin thick of hair, only smoothing his balls and shaft. He looks totally manicured now. While his dick was seeping clear sweet juice, after I wiped him clean I had him get on all fours so I could eat his clean shaven hole. I wanted to suck his smooth dick, but I didn’t want him cumming yet. And I knew if I got my mouth around him, he would be done fast and would not be dialed up so much. With my hand wrapped around his dick and slowly tugging on it from behind, I buried my tongue in his hole and pigged down instead. Clean as a whistle I tongue fucked his pucker, spit on it, sucked him out hard and repeated over and over for a good five minutes until my mouth muscles began to tire. And his tender skin between his cheeks was getting red from my rough whiskers rubbing hard against it. His hole was all puckered up and pushed out like the sweetest little rosebud. Time to fuck it. I lubed him up all sloppy and pounded him harder than I usually do because I wanted him to feel how good it is when his hole is shaved and lubed well. We were both wet and slippery so much I had a hard time holding on to his hips cause my hands were covered with lube. In the end, it worked because he came on my bed before I finally dumped my load in his shitter. Case 2: My Brother Is Moving In I have written about him before explaining that we had a pretty long sexual relationship when we were young. About the time he was 18 he got freaked about being gay and dove into a marriage with a high-school girl. After a bit more than 15 years his marriage finally hit the rocks. He stayed with me for a couple weeks earlier this month and went back home last week to give it another whack. After less than a week they finally decided to get divorced. He says it was amicable, but I know how much a bitch she can be. They have no kids, so whatever. I had a really long heart to heart with him before he went back. The jist of it was don't put up with a life you don't want and that won't make you happy. You only do this once. I told him I love him and no matter what happens he always has a place here with me. I did warn that if he came back to my house he better be cool with my big gay life. After the last few nights he was here I have a feeling he will be just fine. He knows what he's getting and there is a remote possibility he wants it. He is on his way up here from SoCal as I write this and is due to roll in sometime in the wee morning hours with a Uhaul. He' 35, about 170 lbs and pretty good looking. He has kept himself up pretty well considering he has driven a desk for most his life. I admit I still have the hots for him and there is still a bit of a crush in me somewhere. I still want to get in his pants and show him some good loving. And I would be lying if I said I wont be angling to. Yes there is that word “incest” that has some people all bent up and maybe it should. But we are both consenting and now single adults so I don’t care what it looks or sounds like. At the same time I plan to let him drive that bus because he has a lot of rebuilding to do in his life right now. He lost his job a couple months ago, not been able to get another one in this economy. And his wife and he are calling it quits. He has to decide what he wants and where he wants to go now. What he will need me to be doing is helping him get back on his feet to live life good again. To that end I will take my little brother under my wing unconditionally. We have talked about it a little in the past month and he knows I don’t plan to curtail my sex life in the bedroom next door. Luckily he seemed unfazed by my open affection to my FB when he was here and even started getting a little silly with us when we were partying together. He made a point that he was straight and committed unless he gets divorced, at which time he looked forward to being a slut again. What that actually means I imagine we will all find out soon enough. Whatever the case, I have his back regardless of how he wants it had. More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic story of fantasy and friction in San Francisco Graveyard was off to a busy start, a familiar call for a fight at a downtown bar came across the radio. Sgt. Ramos and his partner Jacks arrived to the call and it appeared that the skirmish was broken up. There were a couple guys out front with the victim, who appeared to be one of the regulars. Ritchie was a slender young guy who obviously looked and acted a little to "gay" for one of the patrons. Hanging his head low, his right eye was swollen and he looked pretty roughed up. He said a redneck asshole sailor beat him up. He told Sgt. Ramos that the guy and his buddies came into the bar and soon began calling him “faggot" and taunting him. When he told them to go fuck off, the sailor in his dress whites came over and pounded him. He gave Ramos a good description of the guy and told him that he and his buddies were still in the bar. Ramos bounded through the door with his partner and found the guys pretty quickly. The Navy sailors often frequented the area when they were in port and had a short bit of liberty. Most of them stayed away from the small neighborhood haunts like the Red Baron though. "Sailors, we need to have a couple words outside", Ramos said as he and his partner walked up to the men. The three sailors looked at Ramos with a bit of disgust, the largest one stepped forward. He was a big guy, about 6'-2" and built like a wrestler. He had dark shaved head of hair and a day of stubble on his face. "What is this about? The little faggot?", Sailor quipped. The 235 lb Ramos didn't answer with words, but grabbed the sailor and turned him around against the bar and began putting handcuffs on him. In a drunken slur Sailor replied "Come on Captain Kangaroo, the guy was asking for it." "I said we need to have a couple of words outside", Ramos replied. Pulling him by the handcuffs he handed Sailor off to his partner and motioned toward the door. His buddies began to follow and Ramos stopped them in their tracks. "You boys stay right here." Ramos shot them both with a quick flash of his deep brown eyes, his big nostrils flaring above his thin mustache. "Understand?" The two men nodded . "Good, your buddy will be back in in a few minutes if he behaves himself". Ramos then exited the bar. Now outside in the parking lot, Ramos and his partner had to carefully fold the dark haired Sailor's beefy frame in the back of their cruiser taking care not to bash his head on the roof rail. Ramos said something to his partner who then stepped away and whispered into his shoulder mounted microphone. "So what is your problem Sailor?" Ramos asked, "What happened here tonight?" Sailor was pretty drunk and feeling cocky about this injustice being foisted upon him. Looking like a bull in a cage, he replied, "We just started getting lip from that little faggot over there and had to shut the little bitch up. I mean those little faggots ought to know their place", Sailor blurted. "They should just build a city somewhere and put them all in it". Thinking, "There in fact is such a city and you are in it", Ramos nodded, "Uh huh". "We were just trying to have a couple beers and mind our own business". "Uh huh", Ramos nodded again. `So what you gonna do, arrest me? Call my CO? He would just congratulate me!" Ramos just smiled and shut the door of the cruiser in Sailor`s face. He walked over to his partner and asked, "How long?" His partner nodded toward the street and smiled. "Right now". The large dark blue panel van with a police logo on the side pulled into the parking lot and stopped in the space next to the cruiser. Ramos opened up the door of the cruiser and helped the drunk beefy Sailor out of the back seat. He was confused a bit and stumbled as he stood upright. Walking him over to the van , his partner threw open the rear doors. They assisted Sailor up into the dark windowless van and shut the doors behind them. Three other officers were in the back of the van sitting along benches on either side. One of them slapped the bulkhead twice and the van went into motion. A small opening into the cab with wire mesh allowed the noise of the police radio and dim cab light through. In near pitch dark, Sgt. Ramos and the other officers grabbed Sailor and sat him on a bench in the middle of the van. "What the fuck is going on here!", Sailor shouted as the five officers in the dark rolling den were staring at him. Ramos un-cuffed one of Sailor's thick hairy arms allowing them to force him flat on his back. Sailor felt hands all over his body, pulling at his shirt buttons, grabbing his belt and tie and pulling them all off. His arms were pulled back behind his head to arm holsters on each side and strapped tightly while a belt was cinched over his now exposed lower torso, just above his navel and ratcheted down. "Holy fuck! What are you guys doin to me?", Sailor gutted out of drunken fright. "What the fuck?" He struggled and resisted as the officers strapped his torso to the bench with his own belt. They pulled off his boots, his pants and pulled his legs up and buckled his ankles into cuffs hanging from the roof of the van. Now tightly secured, the officers began getting more excited and voicing their anticipation. "Man, you got a good one this time, this guy is hot USDA choice beef". Another officer rubbing his groin at the frightened Sailor taunted, "I wonder if he is a tight little virgin or if he has already been punked". Sailor nervously bucking back and forth yelled "You fucking fags, you are all a bunch of dirty fags!" Ramos nodded and said, "Time to shut him up". Two of the officers grabbed the sailor's skull and forced a strapped open mouth gag in his face and cinched it around the back of his shaved head. The rubber gag had a nice round hole about 2" in diameter. He was now set up to take in hot creamy man spunk whether he wanted to or not. "So, you ever been fucke in the ass Sailor?" an officer taunted. Jacks grabbed a couple wooden clothes pins and clamped each one of Sailor's nipples causing him to buck and let out sharp yowls. "Don't worry Sailor, it'll take your mind off getting your tater hole pounded", Jacks said with a laugh. Ramos leaned down and whispered in Sailor's ear, "Now soldier, we can un-cuff you right now if you want and take you into the station and book you. You will get in some pretty big trouble over at the base I know." Ramos rubbed his chin, "Or you can let us take care of business right here and now - nobody including your CO will ever hear about your little outrage tonight". Looking Sailor in the eyes, he let it sink in for just a moment. "So what do you say?". The Navy stud was nearing the end of his stint in the service just next month. He knew he couldn't get busted. Sailor shut his eyes and then nodded affirmative to Ramos. The burly Sergeant pulled the final move and cut Sailor's underwear off him with his pocket knife. As he threw the sweaty briefs to one of the officers in the van as if a party favor. Officer Santos, a wiry young rookie new to the squad this year caught them and gave them a deep sniff as he massaged his bulging package. Ramos grabbed at Sailor's now exposed man meat and gave it a good squeeze with his rough palm. Sgt. Ramos is a big dark skinned career officer who leads his men in many ways. Always sporting a neatly trimmed mustache and a tight blocky buzz cut, he exudes the energy and professionalism of a police officer in a way that gets other men's attention. His "A-Team" had been hand picked so to speak as he had been a training officer at the academy for the past ten years. As he unzipped his pants and lowered his belt of goods to the floor of the van, his fellow officers watched his Latin meat sway out over the proceedings like a gavel. Hardening as the seconds passed, Ramos grabbed his thick 9" shaft and gave it a few quick pumps to get it to full attention. As if on cue, partner Jacks and the other three officers began unbuttoning their pants and gripping their tools for the play. As the van’s diesel engine thrummed in the background, Ramos pulled a tube of lube from somewhere and squirted it all over his cock and balls. The other officers slowly jacked their cocks as Ramos squirted some of the lube onto Sailor's clenching nest, ready for the kill. Ramos then began probing Sailor's openly exposed man-pussy with his rough fat Latin fingers, smiling at Sailor as his digits began invading his manhood. Struggling against Ramos and the table, Sailor continued to groan and buck against the restraints. The warm humid air in the van began to smell of sweaty men and hard cock as the five officers primed themselves for the feast. "So those little faggots ought to know their place huh?", Ramos finally taunted Sailor looking him straight in the eye. "Well let us give you a walk in their shoes". With that he grabbed Sailor's thighs and with all his body weight, plunged his fat Latin cock deep into Sailor's stinky meat hole. Letting out a deep yell through the 2" round hole in the mouth gag, his plea was incoherent but could have been heard a block away. Sgt. Ramos banged him hard and fast, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, getting right into a hard hot fuck without any pretense. The officers began cheering and yelling. "Fuck that ass! Fuck the Sailor bitch! Yeah!. The soldier rolled his head back in pain and fury only to see the driver peeking through the grated window at him, laughing. His asshole pierced with the meat of another man in violent waves, he felt a surge of warmth and white noise engulf him. The dull but sharp and burning pain was overtaking him as sweat rolled down his face in streams. The sailor now petrified and frozen in time, his tits were sharply burning in unison with the throbbing flame of his asshole. He began to give in as the van continued rolling through town. The other officers were standing up now, jacking off as they hooted and hollered. Sailor watched as Officer Franks and Black were now standing at his face, their jacking cocks inches away glistening sweat and oozing pre-cum as the hands clasped around them pumped back and forth toward him. He could smell their cocks. They began painting his face with their wet sticky piss slits as Sgt Ramos continued pounding his ass with vengeance. Franks began getting jumpy and blew his load all over Sailor's day-long stubble. Laughing and cheering erupted as cum ran down his cheeks and off his eyebrows. He was rocking his head back and forth to try and keep it from getting on him. "Hold his head still!", Franks ordered. Two of the other officers grabbed his skull and held it solid while Franks pumped the last few streams of his hot man cum into the gag hole over Sailor's mouth. Black stood by and followed by blowing his load and directing most of it into Sailor's mouth. Unable to stop the invasion of warm spunk the sailor gagged for a moment or two, trying to force the hot juices out of his mouth. He eventually fell prey to the uncontrollable swallow instinct the men's juices as they smeared his face with their wet cocks! "That's right, swallow it down buddy that is the way to take it like the man you are", Franks said to the sailor as he ran his hands caressingly across Sailor's cum matted brow. Sgt. Ramos was bucking like a stallion on the other end still, as the sailor seemed to fall into a resigned state of heavy breathing and coping. A couple of quick fast thrusts and Ramos pulled his fat cock out of the hot burning hole and blew his load all over Sailor's stomach. The smell of cum and shit filled the air as Ramos slapped the sailors ass saying, "You were a tight little one!" Looking around the dark humid van, Ramos asked "Who's next?" His partner Jacks, who had been priming his cock for the past five minutes stepped up next and lubed his tool up. He gave sailor's now stinky and dry hole a couple smears of fresh lube before he sunk his meat into him and began fucking his eyes out. Sailor's cock had been coming to an erection over the past few minutes and was standing tall. Whether or not he was getting off on this gang fuck or not was unclear, but his prostate was definitely liking it. One of the officers began sucking him off while Jacks fucked him raw. Ramos stepped up to the front of the van and began rubbing his sticky wet and stinky cock on sailors face. "I think he wants a couple more loads of faggot juice boys", Ramos said to the officers. Ramos then held sailor's head still while they stepped over to pump his face full of Glorious White. Officer Santos jabbed his uncut cock into the gag ring that made sailor's mouth into a safe haven fuck hole and began pumping his rod against Sailor's fighting tongue. His rough sticky tongue fighting the head of his cock felt so hot. Slowly shoving his cock deeper into his throat, the sailor gave up the fight as the taste of piss and sweat enveloped his mouth. Santos face fucked Sailor until his cock exploded in his mouth. Sailor's reflexes forced him to swallow the hot loads of cum as one officer after another came back for another cum dump in-between asshole floggings. Sailor's auto-piloted hard cock meat finally wagged a couple times and shot a load of jiz all over the place, getting it all over his chest and face. "Looks like our Sailor got off on all this fag action boys!", Santos teased as he patted the Navy boy on the head. Officer Santos bent down and licked Sailor tool clean, taking his softening rod into his mouth a couple times and proceeded to lick up his military issue juice from the matted fur that lined his muscular chest. Santos, leaned over Sailor's face and looked him in the eye as he licked his lips. "Man, this little Sailor faggot likes getting his ass fucked!", he taunted and laughed". It seemed like hours as the five officers reamed Sailor a new size 9 chute and fed him enough cum to sober up a horse. But it had only been about 25 minutes of getting ridden by five cop studs in the back of the police van. Sailor was barely able to talk or move as the van finally stopped and the officers buttoned their pants back up. Bending down to Sailor's face Ramos asked, "Are you gonna be good now?" Sailor nodded in exhaustion. With the help of the now sexually satisfied officers, the sailor was strapped from the bench in the van. Ramos wiped up the sailors greasy cum smeared asshole and slid his dress whites back on his legs and buttoned them around his waist. Zipping them up, Ramos gave Sailors cock a little rub and stuffed it into his fly. As Ramos helped him off the table, Sailor stumbled a couple times trying to stand up. Each of the officers were looking at him with a sense of domination and satisfaction, making him feel pretty conquered and defeated. Officer Santos held Sailor's ripped underwear to his face and sniffed deeply as he smiled and winked at him. The thick tingling paste of five men's cum and cock in his mouth was overwhelming with no relief. His mouth was almost glued together inside. The swelling burning in his man raped ass made it hard to move. "So, today is your lucky day sailor", Ramos told him as he slapped him on the back and wiped more cum off his face with a Kleenex. "You got off instead of getting arrested" The officers all laughed out loud, Jacks saying to one of the others, "I love it when he says that". The sailor just stood there speechless as Ramos straightened Sailor`s black neck tie like a mother to a child. The doors flung open and Ramos helped the sailor out on to the pavement of the bar parking lot. As the van drove off, Ramos pointed Sailor back to the bar. "Get your buddies to buy you a beer to wash that down", he told sailor with a wink. "Now, don't let us have to come back here because next time it's a jail cell if you know what I mean." Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic work of fiction continued from Sailor and the Sergeant 1 The Sailor feeling a bit sore and completely humiliated made his way toward the entrance of the bar for what was the end of the night for he and his Navy buddies. After what Ramos and his officers had just introduced Sailor to, he probably was not going to be in the mood to go find pussy tonight let alone hang out here. Moreover, he was going to have to swallow a pretty big load, trying to make up a good story to tell his buddies what the cops had in store for him. Ramos and Jacks called in on their radio and closed out the call. As they were getting ready to leave, Ritchie approached their cruiser. He had been the victim of Sailor's violent outburst earlier in the evening and wanted to know what was happening. "Did you arrest the guy", he asked. Ramos and Jacks exchanged looks for a moment before Ramos answered, "No, we just took him for a ride in the van". Ritchie looked pensively at Sgt. Ramos who he had known for some time and knew what he meant. Ritchie was a local street hustler who hung out at the local bar and played pool a lot. He had a day job, but did well sucking and fucking many of the local guys who were regulars as well as the occasional tourist. He was a cut boyish Gen Y guy with a long blonde bohemian Goatee and long sideburns. He had several earrings and as Ramos knew well, had a pretty well sized pierced cock for a kid all of 165 lbs. He was kind of a streetwise surfer boy who had been an ally of Ramos and his boys, helping them both as an informant and an occasional sexual release . "Thanks for coming by", Ritchie told them. "Call me sometime and I'll return the favor". Sgt. Ramos shot him an acknowledging glance as he and Jacks got in their cruiser and proceeded to drive away. Feeling confident about the situation, Ritchie decided to go back into the bar and find a mark before it got too late. "Where the fuck have you been? What happened with the cops", one of the Sailor's buddies asked as The Sailor apprehensively walked back into the bar. Instead of answering, Chad walked past them in a beeline to the bathroom. He felt an overwhelming need to have a seat on a toilet to dump his ass full of cum and wash himself up. "Chad!, Chad!" Waving his hand at them, "I'll be right back, I gotta piss" he quipped as he walked by. He was sure his buddies were going to know what happened, he had to make sure he was cleaned up. Looking at each other quizzically his two pals turned back around to the Basketball game they had been glued to. His heart was still pounding as he washed his hands and face over and over, splashing himself with cold water. "What the fuck happened", he thought to himself. He looked himself in the mirror for a minute, examining himself to see if he looked like a fag now that he had been bitch fucked by five men. Still washing handful after handful of water in his mouth, he could not get rid of their taste. They would surely know he thought to himself. He then took a seat in a stall and began letting the warm soup of manseed escape his burning tattered cunt. Ritchie had made his way back to the dimly lit corner of the bar where the pool table was and grabbed a cue. His friends were still in the back working on a pitcher of Samuel Adams, so he hit a chair and grabbed a glass. He scanned the room for Sailor and his buddies, but only saw the two guys that had hung back to begin with watching TV. He relaxed his grip on the cue a bit and got back to checking out the room for someone to hook up with. The Red Baron was one of those quiet neighborhood places a few blocks off the Castro that mostly attracted the guys who lived in the immediate area. Not really fancy, the place's namesake was a red bi-plane crashed into the roof out front. It was the perfect place for Ritchie to play his game. He would usually strike up a round of pool with a guy and even gamble a little on the games, have a few beers and at the right point, offer his new friend some relief. He had a knack at cracking a lot of the local married guys who frequented the bar and singles alike. He had a way of getting into their pants and getting a little cash from them at the same time. He had a string of regulars too who would pay him for his time with anything from a couple $20 spots, to a few twists of good green. He was negotiable. It seemed like ten minutes had gone by since Chad took off to piss. Brandon looked at his watch and made a gesture to Steve toward the restroom. "I'll go check", Steve said and headed off to the head to see where Chad got lost to. Pushing the door open to the restroom, he found Chad wiping his face down with a paper towel and hunching over the sink. He looked rough. "What happened out there bro", Steve asked. "What's going on". Chad looked at him with a somewhat lost look and paused as if trying to contemplate. "Dude! What's up! You obviously didn't get arrested. What happened?" Steve prodded. "Nothing really", Chad offered hoping to sound convincing. "They just called in my ID and waited to see if anything came back. You know, warrants and stuff like that". "What did they say to you", Steve demanded. "Nothing really. Just you know, leave the guy alone and don't cause trouble". "Well you look pretty shook up man, lets get you another beer", Steve offered as he motioned toward the door. "Uhh, okay but I think I want to get out of here ok", Chad replied. Returning to the bar, Chad shuddered as his burning asshole seemed to crack open when he saddled up to the bar. Steve made a round-D-round motion to the bartender. "You guys want another set of Bud Lights?" the bartender replied. Steve started to answer but Chad awkwardly interrupted, "Jack Daniels!,... Jack Daniels, two shots of Jack Daniels" he blurted again. Steve and Brandon paused and looked at Chad for a second. "Boy, you're on a mission now huh?", Brandon asked. "I need something stronger than Bud Light right now" Chad barked back and hung his head in his hands. The bartender stood there with a furrowed brow and warned, "Alright Sailor, but you netter behave now. One more outburst like a while ago and I'm calling the cops again." Chad winced at the suggestion and nodded to the barkeep. Sailor's return to the bar did not go unnoticed by Ritchie. His eye still swollen a little from the Navy GI`s fist, he watched Sailor and his pals order another round. Knowing he was probably safe from a reprisal, he began remembering how fucking sexy the guy looked. He imagined the muscular tight frame of the 6'-2" Navy stud without the dress whites on. When he first walked into the bar earlier in the night, he had popped out of the crowd from across the room with his cleanly sculpted buzz-cut and thick square neck and jaw line. His bravado attitude that was so alluring seemed to be replaced by a sullen need to disappear into the room. He thought that he had come on a little too strong earlier when they were playing pool. "If I hadn't hit on him when his buddies were able to see it" he thought "Fuck!". His timing was off he had thought. He believed that the hot Sailor would have been receptive in the right alignment of circumstances. In the past his experience was that the Navy guys were pretty receptive to anyone who was willing to suck their cock. Ritchie turned away and tried to keep his eye on new prospects. After another three conversation-less rounds of Jack Daniels shots, Chad and the boys were getting pretty trashed as they were already half way there before the cop incident. Chad had lost his nervous urge to bolt from the place, but wasn't talking much to his pals. He just kept ordering one shot after another and staring at the TV. "Dude, I'm bored as fuck" Steve bluntly announced looking at his watch. "This is a waste tonight. We got one more day out here and I want to do some shit tomorrow without being hella hungover. " Brandon nodded, "Yeah I'm fucked up too, we aint gonna get no pussy tonight I don't think, cuz Chaddy here is in a bad mood now that the cops spanked him". "Fuck you guys!" Chad retorted. "If your bored go back to the motel, I'll catch up later. I'm just starting to feel good." Steve and Brandon paused disappointedly and both got up to leave. "You got it, you are no fun tonight anyway bro. See you later", Brad said as they departed. He couldn't shake the taste the five men out of his mouth, no matter how much he tried. The whiskey killed it for a couple minutes, but the aftertaste came back. His mind kept racing back to what had happened. He could not get it out of his mind. Chad ordered another shot of Jack Daniels, but the bartender pushed back. "Why don't you have a beer instead man", the barkeep offered. "You need to slow down a little and smell the roses." Chad pondered his suggestion and asked, "Got something better than Bud Light?' The bartender turned away and came back a moment later with a glass Guinness and said "This is one me, you look like you need a breather". Chad took a long sip of the dark beer and sat it down. "How is that?" the bartender asked. "Heavy like oil", Chad replied. Leaning back on the stool, another pang of sharp burning pain shot through him from between his ass cheeks causing him to jolt. Feeling pretty demoralized and remorseful, Chad looked up at the bartender and offered, "I'm sorry for causing the fight earlier tonight, I didn't mean to cause you all trouble here". The bartender was cool about it as all of them are. "No worries. You just gotta remember where you are man. This is the city by the bay. There are more guys here who want a piece of your meat than there are women," he advised. "You gotta let it slide here man." Rubbing his forehead Chad agreed, "Yeah, I guess you `re right. Again, I am sorry about hitting that guy". Barkeep looked across the room at Ritchie fleetingly. "Well, that is fine, but if you really want to make good, you can apologize to that guy right over there", he said pointing his finger to the pool table area. Ritchie watched as Sailor's friends left and the bartender continued hanging in conversation with him. When he saw his roommate Dave point to him and the Sailors head turned around to look he froze. Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic work of fiction continued from Sailor and the Sergeant 2 Chad recoiled when he saw Ritchie and quickly turned back around. The jolt of nerves had his heart racing again. "Fuck! Shit!" his mind cursed. "What the fuck is going on here?" Chad hung his head in his hands and groped at his skull trying to shake off the tenseness of the moment. "What the fuck is going on here?" kept going through his head as he tried desperately to put into order the chain of events in the hour. He had been gang fucked by five cops in the back of a police van in reprisal for hitting this faggot in a bar who came on to him. He could not wash the taste of cum from his mouth regardless of how much liquor he swallowed down, and his asshole was hurting like it had a piece of rough splintery wood stuck in it. He felt like he should be wanting to get out of this place and take a shower, but was resigned to sit. He felt like his manhood had just been taken away and everyone around him was aware of it. The bartender knew, his pals knew and The Surfer faggot over in the corner knew. Chad just took another long swig of the Guinness and tried to swallow it away some more. Looking up at the bartender Chad said, "What the fuck am I going to say to him? I hit him in the face. I mean what? I just walk over there and say I'm sorry for being an asshole and for you." Dave pursed his lips and responded, "Yup, that would be about it I think". "The guy probably doesn't even want to see me, much less hear me asking for his forgiveness after what I did to him", Chad said. His mind kept reeling, "Why do I care? Why don't I just get the fuck out of this place?" He felt dirty and robbed of something. But some stronger emotion was keeping his ass planted here. He just couldn't get his head around it. Ritchie lost his mental focus on the game of pool. His friend was now wiping his ass one round after another. He kept looking over to Dave and Sailor to see them chatting some more. "What were they talking about?" he kept wondering as he paced back and forth. His face was still stinging from earlier in the night, he just stared at them for a second. Something about the bad-assed Navy guy stirred him even though he clocked him one. He finally decided to head to the restroom and jack off, releasing the pent up sexual tension. He sat in the stall and massaged his pierced cock. Spitting on his fingers he wetted the area just below his head and rubbed it in a circular motion. Getting gooey with juice, he started pumping his rod and leaned back against the tank of the toilet. He envisioned Sailor undressing and waving his meat in his face as he tilted his head back. It only took less than a minute of jacking his tool before he blew his load. He cleaned up at the sink and decided to wipe down his eye with a wet towel. The swelling had gone down almost completely. He was not sure if it was going to turn into a black eye, but it was scraped red by Sailor's fist and still stung to the touch. As he wiped his face, the door opened and Sailor slowly and awkwardly walked into the small restroom. Ritchie turned to look at him and froze for a moment not sure if he needed to bolt for the door or not. Chad was looking at the floor only glancing up at Ritchie enough to navigate his way to him. Stopping in front of him he slowly looked up at the red abrasion on the face of the young surfer and for the first time saw a raw and delicate human. Feeling a landslide of sorrow, Chad suddenly welled up teary eyes and stammered for a second before he said, "I'm sorry dude, I am sorry...I'm sorry I did this to you." Ritchie was one to forgive easily, especially when a big grown stud like Chad stood before him sobbing. "Look man, don't cry about it", Ritchie said. "You're not the first guy that has slammed me like that. It goes with the territory. I'll heal". Pausing for a moment and taking in Sailor's emptied aura Ritchie asked, "Look dude are you alright? You don't look so good". "I am just really fucked up man and I need to get,..to go,...to get cleaned up or something." Chad stammered. "I's just really been a bad night here. I`m sore, I`m tired, and I`m fucked up" He ran his hands over his shaved head again trying to wipe his tension away. Chad looked back at Ritchie. "Look, man I hella respect you for being cool like this. Can I buy you a beer or something. It would sure make me feel a lot better". Dave watched Chad and Ritchie return from the restroom together and take a seat at a booth. The place was clearing out as it was just a half hour til closing time. Dave took it upon himself to bring a Guinness and a glass of Sam Adams to the table and set them down for the boys. He looked at them both and said, "No more fighting kids", and walked off. "Look I am sorry too man", Ritchie offered. "I didn't mean to say that shit to you in front of your pals. I had no right to put you in that position". Chad took an awkward drink of his Guinness. "In what position?...Oh....It's all right I guess. They didn't catch any of it anyway. Afterwards they asked what set me off. They didn't even get it at all", Chad said. "I was just embarrassed I guess. On the ship we cant let that kind of shit slide you know." He held his hand out across the table and said, "I'm Chad". The Surfer reached out and giving a tight and handshake, "Ritchie". Chad continued, "Look, I'm not usually like this man. I don't know why I went off on you like this. I am not usually a violent guy. I mean,...I don't know. I am just babbling." Feeling a bit more confident with his new acquaintance and piqued about his change of heart, Ritchie began turning it on. "I am sorry the cops got called on you man. I tried to stop Dave from calling, but he had already done it when I got to him," Ritchie offered. "So what did Sgt. Ramos say to you?" Chad's heart began racing again as if a fast button were pushed somewhere in his brain. "Did he, I mean they...did they fuck you up?" Ritchie asked. Chad got a sullen look on his face and replied. "You know those guys?" "Yeah I do", Ritchie nodded his head as if to regret the notion. "Yeah I know Sgt Ramos and boys". Chad sat and thought for a minute as he absorbed what Ritchie was saying, just sipping on his beer and folding the napkin in ever smaller squares. Getting up the nerve and overruling his voice or reason that had been telling him to leave for the past hour he asked Ritchie, "You still want to go somewhere? I mean like when you asked me before. Would you still want to do that after everything that happened?" Chad just listened to what came out of his mouth like it was played from a loudspeaker in an auditorium. Ritchie reeled. "If you promise not to hit me in the face again, I'll take you wherever you want to go". Chad was battling the inner voice and not knowing really where he was headed. "Yeah, I'd like that" he said. Sgt. Ramos and Jacks were cruising down the street by the bar just before 2:00 am to take inventory of the stragglers still parked there. It was helpful to know who was having one for the road and what they might be driving later. Jacks slapped Ramos in the shoulder with the back of his left hand, "Look at this!" Ramos looked over to the right to see The Sailor and Ritchie walking down the sidewalk together away from the bar. He pulled quickly to the side of the road and they watched. Chad had a gait that was a cross between drunk and someone corn-holed by five guys. Ramos laughed out loud. "Will you look at that, man! Ritchie's got the touch don't he," Ramos said to Jacks. "You get high?" Chad heard as Ritchie shut the apartment door behind them. "I used to but I shouldn't. They randomly piss test us on the ship and I only got a month left to go before I'm out", Chad replied reluctantly. "Do you mind if I do?" Ritchie asked. Plopping nervously down on the couch and wondering what to say or do next Chad said, "Naw, you go ahead'. Ritchie sat on the couch and grabbed a bong from the end table. "Are you alright?" the Surfer asked. "You still look like you are going to have a heart attack any minute over there." He grabbed a bag of weed from his pocket and proceeded to pack a bowl. "I'm sorry, I've never done this before," Chad said. "I mean not like this". "Dude just relax. We don't have to do anything you don't want to and you don't gotta be embarrassed here with me. I certainly aint judging you. Loosen your tie, take off your boots, relax!" Ritchie told him before he lit the bowl and hit the bong good and long. Chad pulled his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt as Ritchie hit the bong again. After he pulled off his boots The Sailor sat there as if he was undecided for a minute and said "Yeah, let me hit that thing man, I could use it." Handing him the pipe and lighter Ritchie asked, "You sure about that, I don't want you to get busted". "Naw, I don't care anymore. If I get popped, I get popped.", Chad responded as he grabbed the bong and hit it like he knew what he was doing. He slouched into the sofa and rolled his head back at the ceiling and let the smoke out as his tensions evaporated. Looking at Chad's warm hairy chest now peeking out of his unbuttoned shirt Ritchie said, "You need a nice hot shower". He got up and went down the hall and turned on the water. Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic work of fiction continued from Sailor and the Sergeant 3 Sgt. Ramos and Jacks, now intrigued with what was going on were now parked across the corner from Ritchie's apartment watching to see what was going on. "So what do you think Ritchie Boy is gonna do with our Sailor?", Jacks wondered out loud. "Well by the light that just went on I'll bet he'll have his cock in the shower". Ramos speculated. "Funny, how the world works huh. He really owes us one now". They both laughed and sat there listening to the scanner for something more interesting to check out. They spent many nights parked at the corner voyeuristically watching over their Ritchie Boy. Chad was now feeling much better with a couple hits of Humboldt Green coursing through him. "Here goes," he thought to himself as he stood up to get on with it. Warm steamy air was already wafting out of the bathroom as he made his way down the hall. He inhaled a deep breath of the moist air and let it out. That felt so good. He pulled his shirt off and then his pants, laying them on the sink. Bending over and pulling his socks off individually he heard Ritchie`s voice. "Commando huh", Ritchie teased. Chad jumped as he had not heard him standing at the bathroom door. Ritchie admired Sailor's round tightly sculpted ass cheeks that seemed to ride high on his muscular thighs. He turned around revealing his package to Ritchie for the first time. He was cut and well set with a pretty hairy set of balls. His dark hairy chest was well defined and was a larger slab than his loose dress whites had indicated. Having showered with the guys on the ship for years, Chad had no embarrassment standing there and being looked over by Ritchie. Staring back at Ritchie's naked body Chad said, "Are you joining me?" His tatted chest and stomach were only slightly studded with light blonde hairs. His pierced 8" cock was hanging at half mast, with a heavy gage PA holding it low. Gold nipple rings hung on each side and really sparkled in Chad's red eyes. "Man, that must have hurt!" Chad noted aloud. "Yeah, it did at first but all of it really gets me off, especially the PA", Ritchie replied pointing to his cock. "Wow man, I never saw that before". Chad exclaimed. "I'll bet you set off metal detectors". He smiled. They both stepped into the shower and Chad shut the glass door. Before the Sailor had a chance to turn around he felt warm aggressive hands beginning to work his tight shoulder blades, massaging their tight tension away. Chad just stopped and leaned forward into the tile as Ritchie worked him. "Ohh man, you have no idea how great that feels". Ritchie continued to lather up Sailor's backside, running his magic hands up and down his back working each rib a few times. The sound of the running and water became a distant hollow echo is his stoned and drunk head. Chad was feeling like butter now. He then turned his hands to that luscious ass. He rubbed it and squeezed it as his hands circumnavigated the round cheeks. Chad continued to stand in the running water and let Ritchie explore his body. Feeling brave he slipped his soapy hand between his ass cheeks to clean him. Chad protested, "Careful buddy it is pretty sore down there". Knowing why, Ritchie shifted gears and grabbed some shampoo. He worked it into Sailors thin buzz cut and scrubbed his head for a moment and then pulled him under the water to rinse him off. Finally Chad turned around and faced Ritchie, and leaned his head down his. Touching foreheads and looking down at their cocks dangling close together. They engaged in mutual hold and touch, Chad held Ritchie's cock in his hand and admired his gold PA. "Wow" he thought to himself. "I am holding another guy's cock in my hand and it's pierced". Just as Chad began getting letting himself into the soft tenderness of the moment, the water began running cold. "Shit, hot water is all used up. Shower is over", Ritchie said. Throwing Chad a towel, Ritchie motioned with his hand and said "Come on with me". "Lay down on the bed", Ritchie said as the stepped into the bedroom. Sitting on the edge bed, Chad felt his hard cock throbbing against his stomach hairs. "No, Lay back and get comfortable" Ritchie said. Chad scooted back and leaned his head back on a pillow. "Let me take care of you man," Ritchie comforted in a relaxing tone. "You just lay there and relax". Ritchie had been aching to get at this GI's cock since the moment he saw him earlier in the night. After all that had transpired he knew this one was going to be a freebee. Sidling himself between Chad's legs, Ritchie got down and licked at Chad's shaft, just under his head. With a reflex, it hardened up and Chad let out a low moan. Ritchie then slid his mouth over the end of his mast and went down. Chad's instinctive reaction was to reach down and handle his partner with his hands. As he handled guided Ritchie`s blonde head of hair, the realization of the fact he was handling a man on his cock waved through him. Ritchie was working his cock like a pro, sucking, licking and pumping. He was pausing to lick at Sailor's piss slit with his tongue just enough to send electric current into him and make him jolt. Chad felt the urge to fuck into his face and as he clenched his groin to do so, he was reminded of his burned up sphincter. A mixture of pleasure and pain took him over as he got into a rhythm of fucking his groin up and down into Ritchie's bobbing skull. As Ritchie worked at him he began to taste Chad's juices slowly working their way into his mouth. Ritchie suddenly stopped and asked Chad to turn over on his stomach. "No, I don't want you to fuck me', Chad said. "I'm not, don't worry" Ritchie assured. "Roll over". The Sailor reluctantly rolled over.Ritchie then carefully spread Sailors ass cheeks to reveal a red and swollen rosebud in a thick bed of dark hair. "Man, they did a number on you didn't they?" Ritchie remarked before he buried his tongue in Sailor's nest. Chad jerked as he felt Ritchie's warm wet tongue writhing the rim of his sore burning asshole. Feeling apprehensive about his manhood being threatened again, he didn't take to it right away. Ritchie massaged in and around his sore pussy, periodically probing his nest with his long expert tongue. Feeling Chad's ass muscles relaxing and letting him in, Ritchie's wet lips then encircled his protruding golf-ball sized rosebud and sucked on it lightly as he pressed his tongue inside. This sent a wave of pleasure over Chad's body. He had never felt anything like it. Giving into it he raised his ass up and put his weight on his knees while Ritchie sucked and fucked his hole with his tongue. Ritchie was really enjoying himself as he worked his aching swollen tight hole into a soft buttery ball. Breathing heavier, Chad was now slowly jacking his cock as he felt Surfer's long goatee brushing against his balls. "Oh man that feels too good", Chad let out un a deep groan "Oh man!". Ritchie continued sucking gently on his chute and running his tongue round and round the ring. The burning sensation was still permeating his fuck hole but the mixture of pleasure with it was sending Chad to the moon. "Oh man, I'm gonna cum", Chad blurted out. With that he handed his hard shaft to a tight squeeze and squirted his hot spunk all over the sheets below him. Ritchie puled his cock backward and began licking and slurping up the last few quirts of his juice. Sailor rolled to the side as Ritchie took his cum covered meat down his throat. As his last spurts came Chad's warm cum coated the back of his throat. Sailor laid there letting tension fade as Ritchie cleaned the last traces of spunk from his softening cock. "Oh man that was so good dude", Chad muttered as he head fell back on the pillow. Knowing the poor guy was fucked up and wiped out, Ritchie laid next to Sailor and jacked off, arching his back and tugging his PA. Moments later as he shot his load all over his stomach and sheets next to the now sleeping Sailor.Ritchie pulled his cargo shorts on and made his way to the kitchen to get a beer. Cracking open a bottle of Sam Adams, be noticed the light on his pager was blinking. Across the screen was the familiar code "6969". Sitting on the couch he pulled a deep hit off the bong and called the number he already knew. "Are you guys right across the street?" Ritchie asked. "Yep", Officer Jacks replied. "How the Sailor doing?" "He's much better now", Ritchie said with a giggle. "Well we're happy you two finally hit it off." Jacks said, laughing about his little pun. "But if you have the time we'd like to cash in our chips". Ritchie replied, "Come on up". Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic work of fiction continued from Sailor and the Sergeant 4 Ritchie knew what it meant to cash in the chips for Sgt. Ramos and his crew. It meant being the ultimate bitch. He was their slave. He and Ramos met when Ritchie first moved to the area. He got caught working the street by Ramos and was initiated similarly to Sailor although in a much less vengeful fashion. Insistent that Ritchie find a more subtle way of playing his game, Ramos essentially made a deal with him. As long as Ritchie helped Ramos however he needed it, that Ritchie got to wear the "halo" . This meaning that he was pretty much free of worry from much of anything so long as he paid his "taxes" to Ramos and his men. This arrangement originally made Ritchie feel shit on at first, but over the years he had grown to trust Ramos and his guys and they watched his back too. They had become family. Before Ramos could knock on the door, it swung quietly open. Jacks and the Latin Sergeant entered the room in a giddy mood. Looking around the room Ramos brushed Ritchie's cheek and examined his eye now starting to bruise. "How you doing there? Looks like you're gonna get a shiner", he said. "It still stings a little, but it's fine." Ritchie answered. "Where is Sailor?", Ramos asked shooting a shit eating grin at Ritchie. "He's sleeping in my bed", Surfer replied. Jacks was walking around the room and picked up the bong to inspect it. "You know Ritchie, this stuff will rot your brain", Jacks kidded as he grabbed the lighter and sparked up the remaining Humboldt Green in the bowl. "You guys are cops right?" Ritchie kidded back as he rolled his eyes. Ramos looked around to make sure the shades were drawn before unbuckling his belt and letting his fat cock swing out. Handling it with both hands and squeezing it to life. He dropped his belted pants to the floor, and sat back on the couch. Ritchie pulled his cargo shorts off and took his position on his hands and knees before the couch and went to work on the Sergeants sticky, stinky tool. Pausing, Ritchie remarked, "You taste like you been fucking a Sailor". Giving him a stern look, Ramos grabbed his skull and shoved him back onto his stick as Jacks was taking a position to fuck Surfer's luscious ass. While Ritchie sucked and slurped Ramos, Jacks spit on his man stick and wetted it up good. Ritchie's pussy was no longer too tight for a spit and shove, and he actually preferred it that way. Jacks sank his rod slowly into Surfer taking up grip on his shoulders. Ritchie slid his hands around Ramos' clenching buttocks to brace himself as Jack began fuck slapping his ass. Sliding his tongue in and out of the folds of Ramos's uncut Latin meat was a specialty that Ritchie had been taught by the Sergeant. "Ritchie, you are sooo good at that, yeah, keep it coming man," Ramos commended as he ran his hands through Surfer's hair. His body was now thrusting back and forth from the Jack-hammering on the other end, and the three of them fell into the rhythm of man sex motion. Almost as soon as the interlude started, Ritchie felt the friction in his fuck hole ease up with a warm slippery wave of juice. Jacks had blown his cop load deep in his nest once again. He continued pumping his stink hole with his rubbery stick as Surfer finished up with Ramos. Licking in and out of his piss hole and under his foreskin, his work had finally gotten Ramos to blow. Streams of shooting white gold flooded Ritchie's mouth one after another. He took care to rim out his foreskin for every last drop of his man juice and swallowed it down. Within minutes, the two officers buttoned up their pants and were out the door. Ritchie, grabbed the beer he had opened and took a swig, swishing it around in his mouth and then swallowing Ramos and Samuel Adams down. Dave would be home soon, after cleaning up the bar. He could stay up but he was getting tired. He looked around the apartment for a moment and decided to hit the sack. Chad came to as the light pierced through the slats of the mini-blinds. Unlike many of the previous times he had gotten drunk, got laid and work up in a strange place next to some skank whore, this time he was in bed with a goateed tatted and pierced dude. Ritchie was laying on his stomach with his face pointed away from Chad. He could only see the curly blonde hair of Surfer and the earrings that studded his left ear. Chad laid there with his eyes trying to focus on the specks on the ceiling as the realization of his hangover set in. He felt different. As his mind played back last night he recognized the clenched feeling in his gut that told him that it could not be erased. Looking at the clock on the nightstand it was 6:04 AM. He realized he needed to get going or his buddies at the motel would start wondering where he was. He sat up and started toward the bathroom where his clothes were as his head throbbed with pain. As he pulled his dress white slacks on and fished for his socks he heard a shuffling behind him. Ritchie was leaning against the doorway, his tatted torso studded with gold rings was like a mirror in the sun that washed through the window. Chad's squinted at him as he sat on the toilet to put on his socks. "I gotta run man, my pals are gonna be freaking when they realize I didn't make it home last night. I am really gonna have to make one up this time", Chad said. As Ritchie watched Sailor lace up his chunky black boots, he replied. "Just tell them the truth, that you met some slut after they left and got your dick wet. The closer you stay to the truth, the easier it is to lie." Sailor looked at him and stood up grabbing for his shirt. He just nodded at Ritchie with a masculine smile and said, "Yeah, that`l work I guess. They have heard that one before". Buttoning up his shirt he could not help but to admire Ritchie's small but well proportioned body. His couldn't keep his eyes off that piercing in his cock. He gave into his new found urges. Chad stopped buttoning his shirt and stepped over to about 3" from Ritchie and faced him. He bowed his head and took his cock in his hands, massaging it. As Ritchie's head tilted back Chad planted his mouth on his and they kissed passionately for a few seconds. The hair of Surfer's mustache and goatee felt exhilaratingly different against his face as he delved deeper into kissing his man. He felt his cock stretching against his dress whites as Ritchie's tool was filling his hands. He gave way again. Chad dropped to his knees and took Surfer's cock into his mouth. He struggled at first, unsure of himself but slowly sunk down on his 8" pierced shaft as far as he dared. The feeling and taste of another man in his mouth was exciting. Ritchie leaned back against the doorway and let his hands grasp Sailors buzzed skull. Chad tried bobbing on his meat in a linear back and forth like he had seen so many women do. Stopping him, "Lick my head around my piercing", Ritchie ordered. Sailor obeyed and began running his tongue around the golden barbell ring and the holes it came out of. "Yeah, that's right, that feels good" Ritchie murmured. Chad began to taste the familiar ooze or sticky juice mixed with the metallic and sped up his slithering tongue. He found himself remembering the taste of the five men's forced loads from the night before and was now wanting more of it. Ritchie pushed Sailor's head back down on his shaft and began face fucking him, his balls slapping against his chin. Chad was now rubbing his throbbing cock with his hand which had poked through his yet unzipped fly. Moments later Ritchie announced, "I'm gonna cum! Do you want it in your mouth or on your face?" Chad answered by sucking his meat furthering his mouth with vengeance. In seconds a flood of that warm salty goo that he had nearly drowned on last night flowed into his throat and danced on his tongue. He thought he was going to gag at first, but he was able to keep his reward from escaping out as he sucked and lapped up his warm load. "Kiss me", Ritchie ordered. Sailor stood up and the two of them locked lips and shared his man spunk while Ritchie grabbed for Chad's cock. Sensing that he was ready to blow, Ritchie knelt down and caught his explosion just in time, passionately eating up his hot sticky GI seed like the pig he is. As they both walked down the hall, Dave was standing at the table pouring a cup of coffee. "Hey Sailor, coffee's on", he offered shooting his a devious smile. Taken aback at first Chad looked back at Ritchie. He grinned at him and took the coffee from the barkeep's hand , slugged it down, and handed the cup back to him. Looking at both of them he asked in a kidding tone, "Are there any straight guys in this town?" They all laughed. Chad finally turned to Ritchie and forced out his hand and they shook a real man's hand shake. Looking Ritchie in the eye, Chad said "Thanks for everything and again I am real sorry about that eye there". "No problem man", Ritchie replied. "Just come back and see us next time you are in town". His head still throbbing with pain, Chad let himself into the motel room he and his buddies had rented the day before. Steve and Brandon were sitting up in their beds watching cartoons. "Where the fuck you been?" Steve chided. "We thought you got arrested again or something". Chad rubbed his aching head. "I ended up hooking up last night after all." Steve and Brandon looked at each other shaking their heads. "Well tell us about it". Chad waved his hand down at them. "Nothing to tell, just another bar slut". Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic work of fiction continued from Sailor and the Sergeant 5 Six weeks had past since the Sailor had been punked a new man by Ramos and his boys while on a weekend liberty. Ritchie still thought about him even though he did his best not to get emotionally involved with guys he hooked up with escorting. But this 6'-2" beef meat Sailor named Chad wasn't about business that night. Since they had been together the Surfer found himself dreaming about the Sailor and thinking of him some nights even while doing another equally hot dude. Sgt. Ramos and his men had continued doing their "civic duties" and the City had slowly been setting into the fall days of fog and cooler weather. Ramos was busy a couple days a week at the Academy as an one of the instructors, leading new recruits in various classes of enforcement training. The rest of his time was running his crew on the graveyard shift. It was his hands-on involvement with the new recruits that gave him his ability to assemble his own brand of squad. His mind was on the upcoming new class that was to start soon, hoping he could cherry pick a couple of the right newbies to be his own. Not every class offered up what he looked for but he got lucky every once in a while. Ritchie was finishing up with a customer at the Board Shop where he worked when the phone rang. "Big Surf, this is Rich". "Hey bro it`s Dave, were ya coming over to the bar tonight". Surfer handed his customer their receipt and replied, "I was thinking about it. I get off here in 20 minutes and I was gonna get some dinner first. Why?' "Well you have an old friend who came here to see you", bartender Dave replied. "Who's that?", Ritchie asked. There was a slight pause marked by a scuffling sound over the line. "Ritchie, it's Chad", the familiar voice said. Ritchie`s heart about stopped. "What? You're here?" He gulped with excitement. "I'm out of the Navy now and I thought I`d come by and say hi". Surfer swallowed hard. "Dude, that's great. How long are you going to be here". Chad said, "I don't know yet". "Awesome, I'll be there in a half hour man". Ritchie hung up the phone, feeling a crush of happiness, desire and weighted emotion. He shook his head, "Damn am I in love or what?" he thought. As he walked into the Red Baron, he saw Chad sitting at the bar chatting with Dave. Chad was wearing green Chamo pants held down with a pair of brown Doc Martens. His muscular arms and shoulders were popping out of a tight white tank top, just making Ritchie gurgle with sexual tension. As he got closer he saw that his prince was now sporting a jet black patch of hair on his chin. As he walked up, Chad bounded off the barstool with a big ass smile and gave him a tight squeezing bear hug. He then ruffed up his scalp of curly hair with his hand and held his head in his palm momentarily, admiring the Surfer. "Man it's good to see you again. How have you been?", Chad remarked as he looked him up and down with a smile. Ritchie just stood there for a second admiring this wall of a man who was excited to see him like a puppy, thinking that he looked sexier and happier than he had ever remembered. "I'm good man. I'm good." Dave already had a glass of Sam Adams coming off the tap and on the way to the bar top when Ritchie suggested, "Let's go grab a booth". Chad nodded, "Right on". They walked over to a more private section of the bar and had a seat. Ritchie and Chad spoke for a short while about the last couple weeks. Chad had finished his stint with the Navy as a security specialist on the ship and had been kicking it back home in Bozeman, Montana just long enough to realize that wasn't for him anymore. It only took two weeks of hanging out with his old friends, trying out his old girlfriend, and his tolerating family before he was on a plane back out West. He had an awakening here in the City and was back to explore his new yen. "So, what are you going to do now?" Ritchie asked. "I don't know just yet to be honest with you. I am considering myself on vacation for at least a week before I start deciding what to do with the rest of my life" Chad replied before tilting the last bit of his beer into his face. "Right at this moment, I would love to get out of here," Sailor proclaimed. "I have been doing a lot of thinking since I was here last and wanted to see you again". Surfer stood up and started heading for the door with Chad right on his tail. Chad and Ritchie almost ran to the small apartment just a block up the hill from the Red Baron with little conversation. They huffed up the stairs and into the place. The door wasn't even shut before Chad's sweaty slab of hair and muscle pinned Ritchie against the wall and stuck his tongue in his mouth. It was a feverish, long awaited frenzy of rubbing, kissing and ripping each others clothes off simultaneously. Chad's hands were digging into Ritchie's pants while he did the same to Chad. Their breathing was shallow and interrupted as their hard meat met in the middle. As their pants slid down Chad wrapped his massive arms around Ritchie and squeezed his body, feeling his gold nipple rings against his chest. The ferocious heavy kissing was interrupted by the now panting and heated Ritchie, "I want you to fuck me!" Chad lifted the tatted and pierced Surfer by his butt cheeks as Ritchie wrapped his shaking legs around his backside. Carrying Ritchie to the couch and laying him down, Chad asked if he had any lube. "Spit and shove or it aint love," Ritchie replied. Chad now poised above his Surfer spat in his palm a couple times and greased up his throbbing 8" cock. Ritchie laid his head back as Chad probed his pussy with his tool and slowly entered him. "Ohh yeah bro", Ritchie moaned as his hole filled with cock. Chad was going slow and taking in this new feeling of a man's chute around his tool. He immediately delved into the pleasure of Ritchie's velvety nest and began slowly moving in and out, not sure how hard he could go. "I've never done this part before", Chad said sheepishly. "That's alright, I'll tell you what to do man," Ritchie said and closed his eyes in pleasure. "Spit on your cock again and give it to me harder". Chad pulled his meat out of the stink hole and slathered his meat with another glob of wetness and pushed himself back at Ritchie. "That's it, now fuck me HARD!, Fuck like you've never fucked any woman before". Chad grabbed Surfer's shoulders, bracing himself and began ass slamming him. "Come on you can go harder, come on HARDER!" Ritchie grunted. Chad resituated himself for better leverage and started slamming his fuck doll as hard as his muscles would go. He could feel his balls slapping, he could hear the couch squeaking, and he could see Ritchie's jaw dropping open with pleasure and pain. The sound and smell of men was in the air, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! "Oh Yeah, Oh Man, Yeah, Fuck!" Ritchie was mouthing in ecstasy. Chad slowed down and laid on Ritchie and kissed him for a few seconds while he thrusted easy. Whispering in his ear while fucking his hole Chad replied, "I have been dreaming of this". Ritchie replied in between his panting, "Oh man, I have been hoping you'd come back" Chad then pushed himself up and started jack-fucking the little Surfer bitch. After another minute he suddenly pulled out, and blew streams of his spunk all over the both of them. After getting Sailor's hot goo pumped all over his tatted stomach, Ritchie swiped some up with his fingers and tasted it. Sailor collapsed on in his pool of spunk and they laid there kissing passionately. "You are pretty good for an ametuer", Ritchie remarked. "Fuck you", Chad retorted as they kissed some more. The sun had set before the two of them finally got unstuck from each other and got dressed. Ritchie twisted up some fat Humboldt Green and they toked together over a few Sam Adams. Still in a euphoric trance from the sex and excitement of hooking up again, they hardly needed it. They spent the rest of the night catching up and talking about each other's stuff. For both of them this was definitely a two way street. Chad wanted to know all about the City, the lifestyle, and what got men off. Ritchie was just fascinated at Chad's military stories, his work and was feeling pretty high on the fact that he seemed to care about him enough to come back out West. "So really, you know what you want to do out here?" Ritchie finally asked. "It aint cheap living here, that's why I escort on the side". Chad rubbed his chin which was now whiskery with a growth of hair. "Well what do you make on the side?", Chad asked. Nodding his head disapprovingly, Surfer replied, "Well you can make as much money as you want, there are no shortage of guys in this town looking to get off with another guy. Why? Do you want get into the trade?" Chad took a swig of his beer, "Naw I was just curious. I don't know if I have what it takes get into that or not." Ritchie nodded and suggested, "Well you are definitely a "top" and there is a niche out there for a slab of military man like you. There are a lot of sex starved bottoms out there who would hand over $100 bills to get an ass fucking like I just got". Chad pondered the compliment and the thought of being a man whore. Ritchie went on, "In all seriousness though, you were part of the security detail on your ship for 4 years. What about being a cop? I`m sure you have the qualifications". Chad laughed, and almost spit out his beer. "Me a cop? Here?" Ritchie looked at him pensively, "Why not?. You have the experience, the physique, and God knows you have the look, DAMN!" Chad thought about it long enough to remember Sgt. Ramos and his men and a glaze came over his eyes. "Well, I'll have to think about that you know, working for the same police force that gang raped me," he said. "Well let me know, I know a couple of guys on the force", Ritchie said as they both laughed. Sitting on the couch together and toking on the second fat roll of Humboldt Green, Ritchie told Chad that he wanted him to get his bags from the motel and stay with him at the apartment while he spent his "vacation" in the City. Ritchie looked forward to sharing his bed every night with the stud Sailor. Buzzed and relaxed Chad replied, "That's cool, but what about Dave?" "Dave?" Ritchie replied, "Dave is a friend and my roommate and nothing more, don't worry you aren't going to rock any boats. But if you stay for more than a week or so, he's gonna want you paying your share of the rent here." Chad wrapped his arm around Ritchie and pulled him over on him as rolled onto his back into an embrace. His breath dancing on Surfer's his long blonde goatee, "Okay, I can get into that. So can you show me how I can start making some fast money in the meantime?" Continued Here More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... Memorial Day has a very deep meaning for me. If there is one regret in my life that is stronger than any other it is that I didn't give myself to my country in military service when I was of the age. In my case it was because my head was too messed up and I had too many brushes with the law, I could not back then. I have always had a deep and loving respect for our men in uniform that goes well beyond sexual appetite. In my life I have known and been close friends with many men in the military and have always been a little bit jealous of the life they have led and the service they have given their lives to. What I have come to know about the fine and courageous people who wear the uniform is that beneath the case hardened, sharp and aggressive shell they have been trained to have, they are people just like you and me. They love, they fear and they ultimately need the love of others. They need our respect and our appreciation not only for their sacrifices, but they need our understanding and compassion once they come home. Whether you are for or against our current wars or past ones, that is not really relevant my point here. There are fine men and women who have taken orders to go to places most of us would never dare. They have taken orders to knowingly walk into the meat grinder knowing they might not come out. And many as we know have not. Many more have come back unwhole. I have a neighbor, a man in the US Army who is fighting over there right now. He of course to me is a strapping stud who personifies the military GI in every way visually. But I know him. I know his wife, and their small child who plays in the street with the other kids. I know that he misses his family dearly as he is gone. I know his wife and child miss him, but also fear the day that they get the call telling them they will never see him again. While I have only shared a beer or two with him and said hello a few times, I fear that day as well. To my point, this day as I remember our fallen men and women my heart breaks and I shed a tear. It humbles me to know there are so many fine thousands of our best and brightest out there right now risking their asses so we can sit here in our freedom and do whatever we want with ours. So today as you might enjoy a BBQ with friends or family, pontificate about whatever you believe, or just laze away another free day off work, please take a moment to remember why it is. If you know or see a military member or their family today, do that random act of kindness thing and let them know you appreciate them. More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic work of fiction continued from Sailor and the Sergeant 6 The weekend was approaching and Ritchie was looking forward to showing his new pal some of the City. Chad had wanted to check out the sights and take in the culture center of the place that fed his new hunger. Ritchie had been at work at his day job while spending the nights having rough sex with his new buddy, training him on the finer arts of man to man relations. Chad had been out during the days looking for work and taking his time getting to know the lay of the land. He had come across a few leads here and there and found a couple things to get himself into. Ritchie was on a vacation of sorts himself, having spent little or no time at the bar the past few days in the evenings looking for the extra cash, but servicing the fires at home. Monday afternoon on his way home from the Board Shop his pager went off with the familiar “6969” code. Dialing up the familiar number on his cell phone, Sgt. Ramos was on the other end of the line. “Hey there my friend what is happening with you?” “Just the usual, how bout you”, Ritchie replied. “Just the usual?”, Ramos questioned. “How’s your Sailor doing?” Ritchie rolled his eyes and sighed, “Is there anything you don’t know?”. Ramos laughed, “No, there isn’t usually. I called because me and the guys are having a party up at the ranch in Marin next weekend. I’d like to invite you up there for a little bit of work and play”. Ritchie pondered and asked, “What is a little work and play?’ Ramos payed well, “Well the gig pays $1500 for the weekend. We just want to have you there to service the guys and party with us. You can even bring Sailor if he is interested. I’ll throw an extra $1000 if you bring him.” Ritchie had been on one of these “male bonding” weekends before “servicing the guys”. There were usually 30-40 cops getting drunk and playing team building games. It was a 50/50 balance of fun and hard use that put him in sexual R&R for a couple days, but paid well. “Alright I can do that and I’ll have to check with Chad on his end. I’ll get back with you on that.” Ramos grunted on the other end of the line, “Sounds good Ritchie, call me later.” Just as Ritchie was about to hang up Ramos came back on, “Oh and by the way tell your Sailor that if he passes his test tomorrow for the Police Academy, that I will personally make sure he gets fast tracked into the next Academy session and that his drug test taken care of.” Ritchie was stunned. “He is joining up? He is joining the Force?“ Ramos replied, “Yup, came in yesterday and filled out all the applications.“ Ritchie could not believe it, “So you want to help him? I mean you would do all that for him after everything that happened at the bar?” Ramos came back in a fatherly tone, “Ritchie we’re all on this big ship here together. We really do care about you. I do, we all keep an eye on you. You have helped us out in doing our jobs in more ways than I can tell you. Chad seems like a stand up guy as far as I can tell and he is someone who is becoming important to you. I read his resume today and he is impressive on paper. From my own hands-on experience I really think he would fit in well on my team . So you know, I want to do something for both of you as a gesture”. Ritchie didn’t know what to say. While he had always felt Ramos was somewhat a father figure, he never thought of their friendship as much more than a one way sexual arrangement of necessity. That Ramos was offering up a favor for his friend this way really meant something to him. “Thanks. Thanks for that, I’ll tell Chad and you can count on us both this weekend”, Ritchie said and hung up the phone. Walking in the door of his apartment Ritchie threw his keys down on the dining table and set his backpack on the floor. “Chad, are you here?” he called. He walked down the hall to see his Sailor Prince standing in the bathroom. His muscular butt was showing through a pair of loose camo shorts, a black t-shirt with NAVY across the chest outlined his perfect torso as he trimmed his growing goatee in the mirror. Seeing Ritchie behind him he said, “I never had goatee in the Navy, this is so cool”. Ritchie nodded and smiled. “So, I hear you are testing for the PD?” Ritchie announced in a surprised tone. “Wow, good news travels fast huh.” Chad responded as if he hadn’t let him in on the big plan. “Yeah I went down there yesterday to inquire about it and gave them a copy of my resume. I didn’t expect them to care, but they gave me a welcome packet and set me up for the academy test tomorrow.” “Yeah, Ramos called me today and told me,” Ritchie replied. Smiling at the hunk in front of him he kidded, “So you want to work with the same guys that gang fucked you in the back of a van?” Chad just let out a short guffaw. “Hey I almost forgot, check this out!” He unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the floor over his Docs. He then carefully slid his knit boxers down, letting his semi-erect meat swing out into the open. Ritchie watched as Chad presented his newly pierced cock proudly, holding it in his palm like a prize fish. “What do you think bro? I just got it done today!” Surfer immediately knelt down and inspected his Prince’s new steel studded bud. Handling it carefully and remembering the soreness of the first week or so he remarked, “Wow already? You're a brave one”. There was only a little redness and no swelling he could see. “This is clean man. I think you are gonna like having this. I know I sure will” Ritchie remarked. “Of course you know that you cant fuck me for a while now”, he kidded. Chad nodded ruefully and handled it for a moment, turning the gold barbell back and forth. “Well maybe it is time to let you ride me for a while”, Chad said as he leaned forward and began kissing his Surfer. While they had been everywhere else on the map of man to man sex, Chad hadn’t let Ritchie take him for a ride just yet. He had still been getting over the curve of what he thought was “giving up his manhood”, though it had already been ripped away from him over six weeks ago. He knew what it was like to be the bitch, now he was ready to man up to it. They kissed in the doorway of the bathroom for a couple more moments before they made their way to their bedroom and shed their clothes. Chad got on the bed and Ritchie told him to get into doggie position, keeping his weight off his freshly pierced meat. On his knees, Sailor followed his orders and laid his head on the pillow with his ass in the air. Feeling the air hit his exposed next, he shut his eyes as Ritchie’s hands cupped his firm cheeks and spread them open. Ritchie loved looking at Chad’s tight rosebud, shrouded with thick black hair. Chad let out a breath as the familiar feel of Surfer’s tongue was painting up his hanging balls and working its way up toward his pussy. He felt his cock throb as Ritchie worked the area of his nest just between his hole and scrotum. A short stab of pain waved through the tip of his cock as it throbbed. Ritchie worked his tongue in and around Chad’s hot stink hole, it softened up like a warm pat of butter. Hearing the snap of a cap, Chad felt one and then two of Surfer’s lubricated fingers probing his gateway of lost manhood. Then it came without warning. The metal tipped head of Surfer’s slightly curved 8” cock slowly pushed into him, slipping past his squeeze ring. Once the initial shock wave went through him, Chad let out a breath. “Are you ready for the rest bro”, Ritchie asked him. “It’s all slip and slide from here on in man”. “Yeah, bring it on”, Chad replied and buried his head in the pillow. Ritchie pushed slowly in all the way to the bottom, burring his lightly haired groin against Sailor’s muscular ass. It felt so good to have a hard slab to fuck for once Ritchie thought. He then started slow steady reps in and out as Sailor moaned into the pillow in rhythmic bursts. As his wanted master gave him what he had hungered for, the pain, the friction, and the pleasure of giving himself to his friend was sending waves of sweat over him. Ritchie slide fucked his Sailor nice and easy to give him a good first time to contrast the violent animal gang slam experience he had before. Ritchie finally grabbed Chad’s torso and laid him on his side and he spoon fucked him for a while, wrapping his arms around him and lithely pinching his tits, while kissing his neck . It felt so good to Chad to have this guy pumping him and getting him off, feeling his heavy breath on the back of his neck. In a sudden swing, Chad grabbed his exploding cock as a painful spurt of warm spunk shot out of his pierced pisshole. The sharp pain and burn was mixed with a new feeling of wetness and pressure that he had not felt before. Ritchie continued riding his rock hard ass as he clenched his hands around Chad’s beef like chest. “Come in my ass Ritchie”, Chad said as he stroked the steel tip of his cock with a handful of cum. Ritchie sped up his thrusts and sank himself deeper into his Sailor and injected him with his man glue. A few minutes later they were laying next to each other in the bed watching the TV and toking down on a fresh Humboldt Green twisty. “I think this is the last one of these for me man, if I pass the test next week I am gonna have to take all kinds of physicals and a drug test they said.” Ritchie smiled. “Well I have to let you in on a little something”. To Be Continued More...

Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... I am on top of the world I have to admit. We have been leading up to this for almost a month and it finally happened. It really got started seriously two nights ago when partying with my brother and FB. Well call him Jay, my brother just moved back in with me for a more semi-permanent basis on Saturday having finally decided to get divorced from his wife of fifteen years. He has been living a straight life, but as I have written before he and I had a lot of regular escapades back when we were younger. I had been wanting so bad to get with him again. It has been a crush I admit it. Something about the thing we shared back in our late teens and early adulthood was just making me hungry again, in fact almost lunatic crazy about it. Hoping he felt the same, I have been gently nudging and teasing him in the past month while he has been here off an on. At the same time it has been a game of letting him make the choices for himself because he deserves that. Thrilled to say he finally opened up and we rolled in it good this weekend. Saturday night we were partying pretty hard. My FB brought over some 420 and blew our heads off pretty good. My brother got trashed and silly at one point and teased us with his cock in what has to be described as a mating ritual. He pulled the band of his sweats down under his balls and danced around waving his 7.5” cock at us. It was alluring, but he put it back away and that was all of that for Saturday night. Sunday he spent the day out looking for a car. Not coming home with one, he got back and we ended up watching the tube. After a lot of beer he finally loosened up a little and we started talking about sex, my young fuckbuddy, and porn. Before long I was openly telling him how much I wanted us to have sex. I told him how much I wanted his cock. That was about all it took. He was on and wanted to as well, making it all so easy after all my angst and trepidations. He made the first move by standing in front me while I sat on the couch. He pulled his shorts down and let me see his dick. “Man it has been so long”, I thought. He shook it and swung it in my face as I smiled at him and almost cried I was so emotional. I started licking and sucking his 7.5” pole, nice and ripe from the hot day. It was so good. I was so elated. I could have munched on his dick all night. He got into it and was just as natural in it as when we were younger. After a couple minutes of washing his dick I wanted him to fuck me. I got up and dragged him to my bedroom where we both got undressed and I grabbed my lube. He was jacking his dick and told me he wanted to pound my ass so I got on the bed and stuck my ass up with my head down on a pillow. He seemed to be more than willing to plow manhole after so many years, lubing me up by finger fucking my stinky hole. While I cant wait to pound his hairy cunt, tonight was about letting him drive the bus and have his way. He started first fucking my hole deep and slow with his meat. His is a bit bigger than mine. He got his dick from dad, I got mine from mom. It felt so good and it was an emotional ride really since we have such a connection. As he got his groove on he got rough and a out of balance causing me a bit of pain with some bad stabs but I couldn’t get enough. After a couple minutes I had him lube up some more and I got on my back. Having him on top of me and watching him pound me like the man he has become was just a moment I savored. When we were young I topped him most of the time, but he has really learned how to belt it out fucking a woman for 15 years. Damn. And he had stamina. I actually was getting tired as he pounded and sweated over me wondering if he was ever gonna cum. I was grunting and making some noise, looking him in the face as he seemed to be having as much fun himself. When he is dripping sweat on you and making you his bitch you always seem to notice how good a man actually looks. He was always a looker, but I really marveled at how much a masculine stud he is. When he was finally acting like he was gonna cum he was slowing up like he was not sure what he was gonna do. I told him to cum in me and he did just that, blowing in my chute like he hadn’t cum in a long time. The face he made was priceless. After he came he laid down next to me and we cuddled and hugged for a couple minutes. We finally started some small talk and I actually thanked him, telling him how much I have wanted this. He told me he had been wanting to for a long time but didn’t want to cheat on his wife. He got emotional at that point and began crying the cry he has kept in for so long. I did what I was supposed to do and held him while he let it out, crying with him a bit. This whole thing has been a lot of hurt for him. After he came down we talked some more he said he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to be gay now or not but definitely wants to continue exploring, teasing that I am a "good piece of ass". That was good news. We got dressed and watched TV some more and slept in our own rooms. This morning I attacked him in his bed and sucked his beautiful cock again this time until I got his warm load in my mouth. Oh man did I long for the taste of his cum again. It probably tastes just like other cum, but when you want it so bad it always seems better. It felt like home. He was soon showered and ready to go out looking at cars again, which is where he has been since today. We’ll see where this leads. I know I would love nothing more to have my brother live here with me now and become full time fuck buddies. Our folks would just love that. WOOF! But he needs to formulate his own plans and wishes. More...

My first time was with a guy in high school. He fucked me in his bedroom using Jergens hand lotion for lube. He came in me and pretty much told me to leave. I remember the smell of that lotion and to this day it reminds of sex when I smell it. We flipped once or twice after that, but he was almost always my top.