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There have been a few threads in here asking about your first time barebacking. Mine first bareback experience – indeed my first fuck - came in 1981 at the Club Bath on West Ninth Street in Cleveland – long since closed for public pressure, urban renewal or name the reason. Club Bath was a great place. Three stories. Rooms on each level. A small playroom on the top floor. A huge orgy room in the basement. I went almost every Friday night after I got off work at 11 p.m. The place started hopping around midnight. Bath houses were happening places in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s. One night in particular, I paid my fee, got a locker, stripped, grabbed a towel and headed for the steam bath. I loved the steam bath. A couple of minutes after I entered, a guy came in and stripped his towel off. He was in great shape, sandy blond hair and between his legs was a soft baseball bat. He sat on the level just above me. I looked over my shoulder. His cock started to twitch as he grabbed it a few times. It was at least 8 inches, with the greatest mushroom head I had ever seen, attached to big swinging balls. It was the most perfectly shaped cock I had ever laid eyes on – and truthfully, the best since. I was a bit shy but pretty soon my hand moved to his leg and his balls, then his cock. He got hard. Really hard. My hand could wrap about two-thirds around the girth. I moved my lips to engulf the head. It was spongy on top of that rock-hard cock. I started to move down the shaft, though I did not get far. I came up for air, and he got up, put his towel in and moved elsewhere in the club to have his cock worshipped. After that, I repeated the session almost weekly. Each time i got a little more in my mouth and enjoyed his cock longer. Finally, one night, he shot a huge load down my throat. He patted me on the head, smiled and left. At the same time, I had imagined getting fucked. I practiced with dildos and vibrators, and often thought about it but did not muster the desire into action. Then came the day that I decided to go on the hunt. I chose a quiet Sunday afternoon as I did not want to wall-to-wall people of a Friday night. I went into the narrow entranceway, paid for a room, purchased lube and locked my valuables away. Once in room, I stripped, applied some lube, wrapped my midsection with a towel and made my way through the club. Of course, I ended up heading for my favorite place. I hung my towel and opened the steam room door, and there he was, Mr. Perfect Cock (I would later learn he was Wes). He was in his usual perch in the upper bench so I walked I over, got on the bench in front and went immediately for his cock. He moaned and I was happy. After a few minutes, I looked up and invited him to my room. Once we got to the room, we dropped our towels and started to explore each other. He kissed diwn my body and took my much smaller cock in his mouth. He grabbed my ass and as his hands moved around, he felt the lube. I almost froze at the thought that I turned him off. Instead, he began to slowly move his fingers toward my hole and began to move one, then two fingers slowly in and out, taking time to ritate them. We moved to the bed (a thin mattress on a wooden block frame), and continued exploring. I looked hom in the eye and said, “I want to try fucking.” His reaction was to smile and begin massaging me, paying particular attention to my ass as I fondled his cock, which was a hard as a baseball bat. He lubed his cock and added more lube to my ass. He then rubbed his cock all over my chest and stomach before turning me over. He climbed atop me and rubbed his cock gently on my ass. He stopped to re-lube me and he started to rub again. He was driving me wild. It was erotic. Finally, his cock pressed against my opening. He slowly inserted the head into me before backing out. How he stayed so hard was amazing. But he continued to work into me. Then, with no warning, he started to slowly insert more of his cock. There was resistance but then I felt him pass that second spincter – an amazing thing. Each time he pulled out, more went back in until his balls were against my ass. I was in agony and excited as hell. I felt like expelling him from my ass but I started to crave more. The pain was searing but the excitement was even greater. He asked softly if I was OK. “Yes,” was my simple reply. Each time he pulled out, I felt empty and pushed back to grab his cock with me ass. “Oh, you are tight,” he said. Then, just as suddenly as it hurt, a save of intense pleasure took over my body. Finally, I said in a intense voice that sounded like another person, “Fuck me. Fuck me.” He started to increase the pace, pulling back and then aiming for the bottom of my ass as he plunged his cock to his balls. (I later figured that he was perfectly hitting my prostate.) With each plunge, I could feel the urge to cum. He then pulled out had me flip over to my back. “I want you to see me cumming,” he hissed. With my legs pushed back, he started to fuck even harder. From that angle, his cock seemed six inches longer. This time, with upward thrusts he hit prostate. Oh, I remember how much I loved what was happening. Suddenly, he plunged hard and held still. He was cumming. And I mean cumming. His cock was twitching as he pumped me full of his load. After the finished, he grabbed my cock and I came almost immediately. There was no doubt that I was a confirmed bottom. Foe the next several months, we fucked weekly baths. By about the third fuck, I actually shot hands free from just being fucked. Did not happen all the time but enough that it was intense and over-the-top great. Later in the year, I was transferred to Atlanta, I think about Wes often.

Just got back home from a few days on the road. Generally, when I travel, my rule is do not mix pleasure with business. This week was an exception. (I have written before about my husiness travel, but playing sessions are few and far between.) It has been a tough few months as I had to cancel a cruise last fall for some emergency surgery. I am mended and feeling horny. Late Sunday, I flew to Springfield, Ill., and drove to a hotel in Jacksonville, to prep for a four-day run to customers in western Illinois. In the way, I hit a chain pharmacy to purchase a twin-pack of Fleet. I arrived hotel, went to sleep and awakened early for some appointments in the area. The hotel agreed to give me a late checkout at 2 p.m. After my last appointment, I went back to the my room to make some calls and pack. And just on a whim, I prepped myself, complete with lube - just in case, though I had not real plan. I went to two more appointments and drove some more. As I drove west, I passed an adult bookstore on a state highway about 10 miles east of Quincy around 6 p.m., I spotted a tractor trailer in the parking lot and turned around. Walked in, got some dollar bills and went back to arcade, where a couple of booths had glory holes. After a couple of dollars, I was about to call it quits, when the door in the next booth opened. I peaked and saw a guy wearing loose-fitting sweats, feeling himself through the sweats. After nothing happened, I was about to leave, when a rather long and fat cock peaked through the hole. Immediately, I fed the machine a couple of bucks, and started to get the cock hard, eventually running my tongue up and down, teasing the head and then engulfing as much as I could through the glory hole. He moaned ans started to fuck my face. Then, just as quickly, he pulled out and left the booth. I let my time expire and figured it was time to go. As I was approaching my rental car, I noticed a rather good-looking stuf in sweats Figure that was him. I sighed. But, as I was unlocking the car, he walked over and said in a matter-of-fact voice, "You suck really good. Want to go into my cab and have fun?" Well, hell, yes. We climbed into his cab, which had the batteries running and climbed into the sleeping compartment, which was actually roomy and nice. He put on some music, we quickly undressed and started to touch each other all over. His was sculpted, and when I looked at is semi-flaccid cock, I was amazed. I had to take it in my mouth, so I started sucking and it started to get harder and harder until was tough to get my mouth around it or take deep into my throat. It was a monster. We shifted to our sides and he started to suck my cock while his hands roamed all over my ass. He started to ask if I liked to fuck but just as quickly, he fingers found my lubed hole. He grinned. "This going to be a good evening," he said. As we said that, i had no idea if I could handle his cock. Somehow, we ended up with me on my stomach on his mattress on a pillow. He placed a cock ring around his balls, which made his cock look unbelieveable. It was like a piece of steel and he veins were very pronounced. He moved up for me to suck him some more, while he fingered my ass. He then slowly moved down my back, dragging his engorged cock down my spine. He stopped at my opening, and he pressed the head against my anus. He then made little circles, and then rubbed up and down. He then lubed up his cock, and went back to work with the teasing. It was driving my crazy, I kept raising up, trying to impale myself. He just kept teasing. "Are you ready?" he asked. i just moaned. With that, he shocked my by ramming the length of his cock into me. I was breathless for a minute, and felt a combination of pain and pleasure. My ass was filled. He let it stay there while I adjusted. I started to move my ass back into him. He started to talk dirty. "You want this cock, slut? Beg," he said. I let out a low moan and said simply, "Fuck me." He started to move and slowly moved in and out. Every time he thrust deeply, I felt the urge to expel him, but just moved back to take it deeper. He was hitting my prostate and filling up. Then, the strokes for longer and fast. My cock was rubbing hard into the pillow as my ass moved the match his thrusts. "Take my hard cock. I am going to fuck you silly, slut," he yelled. I just moaned, please fuck me. Fuck me. It was hot, rough, animal fucking. He pace picked up and he yelled, "Get ready to take my load, bitch!" He moved faster and faster. He then grunted hard and started to cum. About that time, the friction on my cock was too much and I started to cum. As I was cumming, i could feel the muscles in my ass tighten. I had his cock in a vise grip as he was cumming. He stayed in for a while, and then pulled out with a plopping sound. We grinned. Talked some. Knocked back a couple of soft drinks. I looked down, and his erection has not yet subsiudes. I layed back and threw my legs in the air, and he plunged in with me on my back. It was a fast and furious fuck. He came in what seemed like gallons. We would have gone all night,but I needed to get to ny hotel, and he was headed to pick up a load to haul to Colorado. As I was getting dressed, I could feel his spunk seeping out. We agreed this was great and we should do it again. We exchanged phone numbers. Even today on Friday, my ass still knows that there was a good fucking. Cannot wait until our travels cross again. My ass twitches at the thought.

Cruise leaves June 9 from Fort Lauderdale. Hope to get a practice fuck or two in before then but working 14-hour days is killing me and crimping my social life!

I signed up for the unlimited Internet on the ship. I plan to blog on the cruise. Gotta share good stuff with all my fellow pervs on here.

I am really pumped as I am about to take a Trans Atlantic cruise. My last cruise was over-the-top great. We traveled from Los Angeles to Miami, via the Panama Canal. The Panama Canal cruise was my reward to myself as I was very tired as I had just finished up a long, long three-year project so I took two weeks off for the cruise. I even paid the higher price to cruise alone. I was looking forward to good food and wine, time alone, reading and generally forgetting the 70- to 80-hour weeks of the last three years. By the second night out, things changed. During the afternoon of the first full day, I was working out in the on board gym when I spotted a tall, 40-something guy, with a dark tan and salt-and-pepper hair, who was lifting weights. Like me, he was dressed in loose-fitting workout clothes, but as he was bench-pressing, I looked over in time to see a rather impressive mushroom head appear from under his shorts. I am bi, and it had been along time since a man, but I immediately had to suppress a woody. I finished the workout and headed for the sauna (for which I had paid extra). Once in the steam room, I lay back and just rested. Shortly after I had settled in, the door opened and the guy from the weight bench walked into the sauna. We nodded, and then were quiet for along time. After a time, he shifted his towel and out popped the biggest cock I have ever seen. Thick. Huge head. Long. Grinning, he remarked "I caught you looking in the gym." I smiled and reached out to touch the giant cock. Immediately it sprang to life. Now, obviously I didn't have a tape measure, but I gauged his cock came in easily at nine inches in length. We chatted as I gently stroked him, watching the door for any intrusion. He was married, on the cruise with his wife, who was more interested in shopping on board, and hanging by the pool than being with him. I finally blurted out, "We can go to my cabin. I am cruising alone." So we left for my cabin. Once inside, we quickly undressed. He was stunning naked: great muscle tone, tight ass, and, of course, his huge cock. We lay on the bed and started to fondle each other. He began to kiss my body and worked his way to my cock. He teased, licked and finally engulfed my six inches all the way and began sucking with passion. "Stop Stop. I am about cum," I said. He paused, remarking "I have plenty of time, so unless you're in a rush, we should have enough time for you to cum twice." With that he engulfed me again. I shot. Wow. He took every drop and swallowed. Then he came up for air and it was my turn. I kissed him all over and worked my way to his massive cock, slowly licking the length and watching surge into life. I gently licked each ball and then worked my way up his shaft, finally reaching that enticing mushroom head. Licking and teasing it, I took it into my mouth and slowly worked on his cock as it slid into my throat, but try as I might, only about half of this monster would fit. I was sideways to him sucking his cock, and his hands began to roam over my back, stopping at my ass. Somewhere in my servicing his cock, he must have wet a finger because he started playing with my ass, rubbing his finger around my anus, before gently easing it in. I sucked even harder, and moaned at the wonderful sensations in my ass. "I want to fuck you," he quietly said. Understand, I was in sheer terror of his cock fucking me, but I nodded yes. I did not come prepared for fucking, but I did have some body lotion. I lay flat on my stomach on a pillow, he lubed my ass and his cock, and he positioned himself at the entrance to my hole. He was hard as steel, and he teased my with that giant mushroom head. I moaned in excitement, finally backing my ass onto his cock. At least I tried. There as extreme pressure but no entry. He then began to gently move the head around in circles and then with a firm push, the head popped into my ass. My breath was taken away. I could not even scream. It hurt like hell. We stayed like that for a bit and then he slowly started to push. Inch-by-inch. Finally, I felt his pubes on my ass. "I can take it," I said in a muted tone. "Yes, you can," he whispered, as he slowly and deliberately alternately entered and withdrew from my hole, eventually sliding in to the hilt. Slowly and deliberately. Within a few minutes of his magic I began to feel a twitch in my ass. I was loving it. The pace built. He pulled back to the head and then shoved all the way. My prostate had been stimulated but never like this. Each time the head of his cock pressed on my prostate, it was unbelievable. I felt like I would pee. He was driving me to feel something I have never felt. He grabbed my hips and increased pace. In and out. Deep. Deep. I was moaning. Suddenly, without touching my cock, I groaned and shot. It was a deep orgasm, such as I had never before felt. Just then he exclaimed "Shit, I cumming," as he buried his cock deep in my hole. I could feel it twitching, twitch after twitch, until finally he lay on top me, giving a deep sign of satisfaction. Afterwards we both showered and went to the deck to have a beer, where we crossed paths with his wife. Giving her a quick kiss, he turned back to me and made the introductions. His wife smiled and commented "Hello, it's nice to meet you. Let's get to know each other better over the next few days." Knowing her husband's semen was churning in my ass I smiled. Later that night, after the wife went to bed, her husband and I fucked again, and that's not all: for the next 13 days, which is to say daily on the balance of the cruise, her husband and I fucked. We parted after the cruise and kept in touch via email but have not seen each other. Last week, however, I received a message from him, and when we chatted we were able to coordinate our vacation plans, so all three of us, the man, his wife and I will be on the same ship. I cannot wait for 17 days of food, wine, sun and fucking. What could possibly be better?

I was back in a midwestern city i visit frequently last week on business, and had some extra time, so I called my favorite guy for a massage, Kenneth. He is early '60s, great shape, great hands and a huge dick. I arrived at his home, got undressed, washed off a bit in the bathroom and went to the heavy-duty massage table. Kenneth came in the room, and made small talk, "Long time since I have seen you," etc. He used some warm oil and started to massage my back. As he made his way up my body to my shoulders, he was about mouth level with those loose fitting shorts, the head of his cock slightly peeking out. I reached ouot to touch and off came the shorts. "Took you long enough," he said. His cock started to grow, long and hard. Now Kenneth takes viagra, something that he says has extended his sex life and will extend for years. His rock was almost sticking up like that of a 21-year-old. I licked the head and teased. He moaned. And he kept massaging, moving his dick away from me, but as he made his way down my body to my legs and feet, his cock would graze my body, and make me hot. Very hot. He worked his way up my legs and reached beneath me to play with my cock and balls. I was in heaven. Then he took an oil-slicked finger and began to massage my anus, slowly, ever so slowly inserting it and teasing me. Next, we started to lick my ass. Cheeks at first, then made his way to the magic spot. By this time I was at a fever pitch. He continued to tease. Then, he applied some lube to his cock and lay on top of me, rubbing his cock over my ass crack and started to tease my anus. Damn, I wanted that cock in my ass. He slowly rubbed his hard cock around and around. Oh, he does have a large head on that long cock, and the sensations were unbelieveable. I moved my ass back trying to calpture his cock so that I could impale myself. He just kept teasing. "I think someone wants my cock," he said with a laugh. "Now who could that be?" I gritted my teeth and said, "ME!!!!" Then I was growling for him to duck me. And without warning, the last tesing stroke became one long thrust in to my ass, balls deep. Stunned at the initial pain, I was excited. He normally liked to enter slowly. No this time. "Now, take this 8 inches, my rounded-ass bitch." he said. With that he started to begin a fast pace of out and deeply in my ass. He was fucking so hard, groaning, sweating, yelling for me to take his cock. I was getting more andmore excited. My cock was rubbing against the sheet of the massage table and I felt as if my ass would explode from the hot sensations. Then without any warning, I started to cum hard on the sheets, in buckets. I groaned that I was cumming. Then the pace really got intense. He fucked me like a rag doll, finally just grunting hard as he filled my ass with cum. We just lay there, both catching our breathe. Slowly his cock got a bit softer, but not too much so. The viagra was still working. Then he started to mix his cum inside me by slowly fucking. He whispered: "I want more." With that he started a long slow fuck that brought me to the edge time and again. His next cum was one of those prolonged spasms of pleasure with his cock twitching and twitching. Finally, we were done. i took a shower, got dressed, hugged good-bye and made my way to a business dinner, smiling with the knowledge that I had an ass full of cum.

I was in Los Angeles on business, working my ass off last week. Long days, crappy people to deal with and one of the least satisfying business trips in a long while. Not complaining. At least I am working. The last night in town, I called down for room service. About 45 minutes later at 9:30, a knock at the door and I open to get my steak and glass of Merlot. The waiter was probably early 30s, around 6-foot-2, great build and looked very "California." I was enjoying the view when I spied his crotch. He was wearing extraordinarily tight pants that could not hide a massive bulge...and the was clearly hard. I am in the late 40s, decent build, graying hair and average dick. And I have become a bottom. Love getting fucked. Taking a chance, I joked that he could knock someone out with that thing. He grinned and said it was just that time of night. He said that he got off work and 10 and the he was always feeling "frisky" at quitting time and was headed out for some action after work. I told him that my week had been really crappy, and that I, too, needed some fun and relief. And then I looked him square in the eyes and said: "I'll bet that giant cock could de-stress me big time." He grabbed it stroked it through his pants, and just smiled. He left the room - and I thought, well, I struck out there. Guess it was renting a porn flick and jerking off. After I finished dinner, just for the hell of it, I prepped myself as if I were out cruiding, showered and took advantage of the nice fluffy robe, and then settled to flick through channels for the right movie. Figured I would herk and finger my ass. Around 10:30, there as a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole and it was the waiter. "Hey, I could have just left the tray outside the door," I said as I reached for the tray. He said: "I'm off work. You stared a hole through my pants and made me even harder. Now you need to take care of me...unless you're one of those guys who is full of shit." With that, he marched in the room. I was in a small suite, so he moved and parked himself on the couch. I walked over to say something and he reached inside my robe and pulled my cock out. And he started to suck. Hard. No foreplay, just sucking. After a couple of minutes, I took his hand, and led him to the bedroom. i took the robe off and he proceeded to slowly undress. He turned as he took his briefs off, and placed his hands over the crotch. He then turned with his hands still hiding his crotch. I was sitting in the bed, and he came over, still covering crotch with his hands. Then, he said; "You wanted to see it..here it is...now suck." With that he dropped his hands and out sprang the largest cock I have ever seen. It was long, fat and hard with a perfect large mushroom head. My best guess is 10 inches and thick. Certainly bigger than anything I had take in my life. I licked he head and opened my mouth. I fit as much as I could. Man, I thought, how the hell am I going to take this in my ass???? He was moaning and grabbed my head and started to cum. As a I gulped, I figured that was it. "Man you suck well...really well," he said, and he formally introduced himself, Calvin...Cal for short. He could tell what I was thinking, when he said: "man I have not finished. I always need to get first cum out of the way!" With that, we started to make out...he finger my ass and grinded his hard cock into my leg. We decided to use the hotel-provided lotion and lube. I lay on the bed, placed a couple of pillows at my crotch to raise my ass, and told Cal it was all his. Damned straight he said, as he gave me a couple of whacks on with his open hand. He then started to rub his well-lubed cock on my hole. He pushed. My ass resisted. He pushed some more. My ass resisted. he then gave me another whack as he pushed. Bang. In popped that huge head and the pain was intense. man that thing was big. He just let it rest there, moving ever so slowly to keep his erection rock hard. He pushed some more, until he hit that resistance point in the anal canal. Then, without warning, he pushed hard and I felt the internal pop as his cock shoved well into my ass, into my rectum. He let it rest there, and then said, "Your ass is mine, bitch." With that he started to fuck. Long slow stokes, pulling out the edge and then ramming it hard. i felt used, abused and excited. His angle was perfect and that huge cock was massaging my prostate with each stoke, driving my cock against he pillow cases. I was insane with sensations. He picked up pace and started to slam my ass hard. It was so intense, so good. It went on for about 20 minutes when I felt a sensation that I have experienced when I have been well-fucked. Without warning, I started to cum -- buckets. As I came, my ass clamped hard on this cock, and that was it. He yelled and started to cum and cum and cum. When he was finished he lay on top of me whispering in my ear: "Fucking awesome ass." I got him a glass of wine, we chatted, and then he was hard again and we fucked. And fucked again. This bastard was a cum machine. Finally after 5 times at 2 a.m., he left. I ran a bath to soak my sore ass, and remembered him during the four-hour flight to O'Hare. Wow, great end to a shitty week.

Out sick today, and doing some thinking about old times. When I lived in the Cleveland area, my apartment was on the top floor of a 22-story high rise on the shores of Lake Erie. It was a great view but a pain for everything else - laundry room was on the second sub-basement level, as was workout room, had to haul groceries up the elevator, well, you get the idea of my whining. But it was a great place to live. One cold, cold Monday night in mid-January, I ventured down to the gym at around 9 p.m. for a light workout, weights, etc., followed by a session in the steam room. The gym was deserted, so I worked out, then plopped myself in the steam room. I am about 6-foot former junior college football player, and weigh around 210, and had very black hair (now some gray), nice chest and a decent cock, about 6 or so. Anyway, I lay my towel on the bench, crank up the steam and scoot back to the wall for a nice steam. My eyes were closes when I was jolted awake by the door swinging open. A tall, tall blond-headed guy with a long thin body came in to take a steam. I nodded and closed my eyes. When I reopened my eyes, there is was, standing near me, naked, stroking a long cock. It was not super thick but that thing was long - at least nine inches - and that is no lie. He was not saying a word. Just slowly stroking and smiling. It was half hard. I was frozen at first. After all, this was a very public place buy I could not take my eyes off his cock. Mine was raging hard. Finally, I said: "Nice cock." He dropped his hand from his cock, and smiled, gesturing for me to come close. I moved up on the seat, my towel bunching beneath me ass, and I started to stroke his cock, and it grew and grew, until the head was pointed upward at mouth level. I started to suck. He had obviously showered, and his cock smelled and tasted delightful. I licked the head and the entire shaft, and buried my face in his hanging balls. I then moved back up the shaft and began sucking. Talk about gag reflex! This thing was jammed down to my stomach, I thought. He grew harder and harder. I stopped sucking and stood up. He began stroking me and asked quietly: "Do you like to fuck?" I replied, "You mean, get fucked?" He nodded: "Yeah." My head was racing. My journey from top to versatile to bottom was almost complete, and I had experienced big cocks but never one this long. "Yeah, but not down here...for one thing, need to lube and as much of a rush as it is to suck you here, do not want to fuck in a public room." He smiled and said let's go to his place. My apartment was in the east building, and his the west - also the 22nd floor. Go figure. We arrived in his apartment, stripped and went straight to his bed. Even after 10 minutes to get dressed and make our trip to his place, this guy still has a rock-hard boner, pointing at a 45-degree angle upward. I again started to suck, and we got into a 69, with him on top. He placed lube on his fingers and worked my tight ass while he sucked. He stopped, rolled off me, and said: "I need some of that tight ass." He asked what position and I picked what is still my favorite...me laying flat on the bed with a couple of pillows at my crotch to raise my ass. He lubed up his cock, and with no warning, started to shove the length of into me. I fought at first, groaned, and then, as the head slipped past my sphincter. his cock began to simply glide home. I felt it hit the top of something and he pushed event more. Finally he was buried to the hilt. I was stuffed with a long cock. I pushed back hard to take him even deeper. "Fuck," I said. "Fuck me." He started with long strokes. He'd pull back, I'd squeeze my ass and push back to his cock back home, he'd tease and then plunge. This guy could fuck. Man could he fuck. This long, slow stroking kept up for at least 20 minutes, then I could feel his cock expanding. He gripped me tightly and started to groan and moan and his intensity picked up. Pretty soon, he was pistoning in and out of my ass. The head of his cock pounded my prostate with each, and combined with the smooth fabric of the pillowcases rubbing against my cock, I was in sensory overload. Suddenly, he plunged deep and just stayed there. I could feel his cock pulsating and I tried to grip his cock with my ass muscles but I was losing control. He shot and he shot hard, and then he started to fuck some more. Then, with my cock rubbing on the pillowcases and his cockhead hitting my prostate, I yelped and came and came hard -and then he picked up the pace and came again. We were both spent. Sweaty. Happy. He grabbed a Scotch bottle and poured me a stiff drink. "How you know Scotch?" I asked. He grinned: "Cause you fuck like a real man." Turns out his name was Scott, too, and he was married. His wife traveled a lot, so we took full advantage of that fact over the next two years. Told the wife he has found a buddy to hang with while she was out of town. Lasted until I ws transferred to Atlanta. Ah, memories.

I was out of town last week and wanted a massage. There is an older guy in the city who gives a wicked massage with a great release. The massage is terrific and he mixes it in with sensual strokes. When I say older, probably 60 or so. I suppose some of you youngsters would say, "gross," but let me tell you this is one good looking guy in great shape. He's about 6-foot-1, 180, gray hair, lifelines in face, nice smile, firm as a rock, and a long, long dick that has no trouble getting hard. I have seen him several times and always, always leave with a smile, and a great bargain for a massage at $50 - plus a load lost! Last Wednesday I called him for a lunch appointment. I stripped, washed-up and lay on the very heavy duty massage table. He started at my feet and my troubles began to melt away. Now, figuring he might engage in some ass play with his fingers and such, I had prepared my ass, but I had no idea what was about to happen. He worked his way to my side, and I let my hand graze across the crotch of his sheer shorts. To my surprise...holy cow....an fat, angry, hard cock. "What the hell?" I asked. He grinned "Decided to try Viagra." Well, folks, it works. Off came the shorts and he continued to massage but all I could do was focus on this damned giant cock that was rubbing up against me as he massaged my tired muscles. When he moved to the head of the massage table to work on my shoulders, I reached out, grabbed his cock, stroked it and starting sucking that giant head into my mouth and moved down the shaft. He groaned. I smiled with a stuffed mouth. I can only tell you this was one hard, long and fat cock. He moved back down my back and began to rub my ass, massaging the gluts, and then slowly moving his fingers up and down the crack, using more oil each time. He reached underneath to nestle my balls and cock, and began to massage my anus and his finger suddenly popped deeply into my ass. I groaned. "Oh, yeah. Feels fucking great." He moved away and just left me there for a minute or so. I heard the squishing of some oil and figured he is preparing for round two - rubbing my ass. Then to my surprise, he climbed-up on the table and rubbed his cock the length of my leg, and then teased the crack of my ass. Slowly, slowly, slowly he eased that fat mushroom head into the entrance of my ass and began to tease me. He placed a pillow under my crotch to raise my ass a bit. The, back to the teasing. "All this time seeing you and you have no idea how much I wanted to fuck this round ass of yours," he said. "Feel that cock. You want it? You want it?" All I could do was say, in an almost passive voice, "Gawd, yes, yes, yes." And after all that teasing, he said, "Now, I am going to fuck you." With that, he began to slowly, slowly push into my ass. After some considerable resistance, my ass opened to accommodate him. Push. Push. Push. Then, I knew how to shock to him: I shoved my ass back as hard as possible, impaling myself on his big, beefy cock. I squeezed my ass muscles, and pressed firmly into his rock hard stomach. The I looked around and said "You wanted to fuck me? The FUCK ME!" With that, he started to fucked. Withdrawing all the way to the tip, then he pushed in, back to his pubes. I was impaled by the Viagra-assisted giant senior cock. Oh, and this guy knew how to fuck. Man did he know how to fuck. He kept me off guard, varying his pace, depth and angle. I tried to push back and he would withhold his cock, then, I as relaxed, BAM, the entire length of cock (which I swear had grown even more) he would slam the entire length deep into me. Back out. In. He fucked like a mad man for about 20 minutes. Then, his pace quickened. More in and out. Then he groaned "Oh, shit, oh shit...gonna cum" and with that, he pressed hard into me, shooting a giant load. I gotta tell you, I almost experienced a 'no hands' orgasm myself. After the masseur came, he lay on top of me for a few minutes, then withdrew from my ass, grabbed a wash cloth, cleaned himself off and wash me down, and then finished the massage. After I flipped over, he worked me up to a fever pitch and gave me the best blow job I've had years. I shot buckets of cum. Then he washed me down and left the room to answer his then-ringing cell phone. As I was dressing, he came back in, rather pissed. His next appointment had flaked out, and he had turned a couple of guys away to accommodate the guy who cancelled. I dropped to my knees, took his freshly washed cock out out of those sheer shorts, and started to suck. He grinned. I paused to place a call, cancelling my appointments for the next three hours. Then we went to the bedroom, where he fucked me twice more in the time at our disposal. I left feeling sore and well-fucked. He said his cock felt raw and needed to rest. Nevertheless, we agreed we had to get together again. Oh, and I still owe him for the massage. Oops. :-)