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Alright men, I have a challenge for you. There is a video I've been searching for that I can't find no matter how many searches I pose on Google. I'm going to try to describe it, giving as many details as I can, hoping someone here knows the video. It's of a man masturbating in what looks like a home office. I believe there are plastic bins in the background and a door in sight. The video is homemade. I believe he's married. I think that may have been an important part of the video. He has a beard, and from the light, I believe he is either ginger or has brown hair close to ginger. The lighting is low. I believe it was done at night. He has a hot body, showing abs. His skin is slightly pale. I also believe he's hairy. His dick is huge. I think it was his dick that made this video hot. As you can see, these are pretty general descriptions, and I'm having trouble finding the video. If you think you find it, can you post a link to the video? I've been searching for this video for years. Goodluck men. I hope you find the video that has launched a thousand loads.
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I was 22 and decided to go camping at the lake one July, just to enjoy the summer a bit before it was over, and to get away from the gay life I had just began exploring. After getting everything set up, I sat down beside the fire and continued drinking my beer. Other than the sound of some soft voices at distant camp sites, the camp site was very quiet. Just as my fire was dying down for the night, I heard someone approaching on the path which led to the main trail. I recognized the man from a neighboring site, as I had walked past earlier on my way to my site. He was about 50, bushy gray beard almost hiding his sunken face, and wearing only jeans and boots. His torso had no fat, cept for a small belly paunch which didn't seem to fit his otherwise scrawny frame. He reminded me of some of older guys at the bar who'd been ravaged by HIV before treatments improved. In his hand was a liquor bottle, which was half empty. As he got closer, I could see he had a septum piercing, a thick ring resting on his bushy 'stache. I called out a friendly hello as he came near the fire, and he raised his bottle as if to toast me, then took a giant gulp of the brown liquid. He sat down on a log next to the fire, and we began talking. I was drunk, but this guy was shitfaced. Friendly as hell though, so I didn't mind. He was asking me all sorts of questions, what brought me here, was I having fun, etc. I just told him I was only here to chill out, and get drunk. He laughed and handed me his bottle and said "Drink up, buddy." I figured what the hell so I took a few gulps and felt the burn going down my throat. We kept talking, until finally I got up to go piss at the edge of the campfire. Just as I was thinking how drunk I was getting but having fun regardless, he appeared standing beside me, pulled-out his dick, and also took a piss. I jumped a bit, but still kept pissing, noticing he seemed to be studying my stream, so I looked over at his as well. He shook his cock a little to break my stare, and I looked over at his face. He had a different look now. Intense and not as friendly as before. I wasn't sure what to say, and before I could figure it out he turned and started pissing on my exposed cock and shorts. I couldn't move as inside I was panicking. I'd never thought of anything like this, and here a stranger was pissing on me and I didn't know what to do. His stream stopped and I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing down. I'm not sure why I did it, but I got on my knees facing him. He stepped forward, his dangling cock right in front of me, and began pissing down the front of me, soaking my shirt before lifting his cock and aiming right for my face. His hot urine splashed in my eyes and ran down my cheeks, and he put his hand on top of my head and ordered me to open my mouth. Again, not sure why but I did exactly as he told me. He let loose another steam of piss right into my mouth, and commanded me to swallow at all, like a good pig. I began gulping and swallowing what I could. I was repulsed, but doing my best. When his stream stopped, I opened my eyes to see his hard cock jutting out a full eight inches, his fat cockhead still wet with piss. It was a sharp contrast to his lean frame. With his hand still on my head, he guided my head forward into my open mouth, and began fucking it. A few minutes later, he pulled his cock out and began rubbing it on my face, telling me I was a good whore and to stand up. Standing there, I noticed that despite my wet clothes and taste of piss and cock in my mouth, my cock was standing at attention. The stranger grabbed me by my cock and led me to my tent. He stripped my clothes outside the door, and led us inside. He had me remove his boots and jeans, and then lay back as he climbed on top of me. I was turned on as well as scared, and he began sucking my neck, tonguing my ears, and finally kissing me deeply. The feel of his big beard brushing my body was unbelievable, and my cock got even harder as his aggressive foreplay continued. "You're my whore tonight, boy, so relax and enjoy" he said. I didn't reply, and soon his fingers were playing with my hole, trying to push into my hole. I moaned, and he laughed, calling me a virgin, but quickly adding not for long. He climbed onto my chest and began jerking his cock right above my face, commanding me to lick his fuck stick. I began lapping my tongue on the underside of his head, and he laughed and told me what a good pig I was and to keep eating his toxic precum. When I heard him say that, I damned near panicked but his weight held me down. I tried to raise up but he smacked my face hard with his hand, telling me to lay the fuck still. He grabbed his cock and smacked it on my lips, telling me to open wide or else I'd taste the back of his hand again. I opened wide, and he began slow fucking my mouth. "That's it piggy, suck my toxic cock like a good whore!" His thrusts continued, and the taste of his precum grew stronger. Deeper and deeper into my throat he fucked, until I was sure I'd puke. I began gagging hard and he pulls his cock out, covered in my thick saliva. Next, he's twisting my arm around as he slid off my chest, forcing me to move in the direction he's pulling it. I'm half screaming as he twists, and finally I was on my stomach as he held my arm roughly behind my back. "Now get on your knees, pig" he said, twisting my arm to ensure my cooperation. I fumble to do as he says, as the pain he's inflicting on my arm is intense. "Good pig- now put your other hand on your back." Grabbing my free hand, he was now holding both in place on my back, as he scoots in right behind me, his cock pressing into my crack. He seems to clear his throat, but then I hear and feel him spit a goober on my ass. He repositioned to hold my arms with one hand, and grabs his cock with the other and begins rubbing his cock and spit into my hole. I quietly ask him to please let me go, but he ignored me, steadily pushing into my hole, slowly, in and out thrusts, but I had clamped tight, trying to prevent his entrance. Again he spat onto my hole, as his thumb slid in deeper as he murmured "There we go, piggy, open up for Daddy." Working his thumb in and out, telling me he was coating my whore cunt with his precum. From the slickness of his thumb as it moved freely in my ass, and I knew he isn't lying. Suddenly, his thumb was replaced by four inches of his cock. It took my breath away, but he didn't pause until he was fully buried in my ass. "Good piggy, I'm gonna show you how I make a man my whore" he said, as he slowly fucked my virgin hole. "Oh yeah fuck. I'm leaking my load inside you now boy. You like that? You want your new Daddy to knock you up and make you his toxic pig? Pop your pussy cherry and knock you up all in one night? Make you a fuck whore for the rest of your life?" His cock was thrusting harder, and I could hear the sloshing noises as my ass loosened to his fucking. He then started his final assault. " That's it baby, milk Daddy's dirty seed into your cunt. Drain it baby." He plunged forward, pulling my arms back and making me scream, holding his cock in as deeply as possible. I felt his cock pulsate stream after stream, coating my guts with his load. In that moment, when I was completely helpless and forever changed when a stranger came inside my ass, my cock spurted the biggest load of my life. Afterwards the stranger released my arms, and I chose to remain perfectly still as his cock stroked gently in and out of my hole. He spent the rest of the night in my tent, and the rest of the weekend. By the time I left, I had eight poz loads in my ass, and my new Daddy.
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Whats more attractive in a versatile nasty pig, Bearded or cleanshaven?
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This is a serial story I've been working on; it's finished through a good stopping point - but if there's enough interest, I can continue it further. There's also a side story already in the works. So - at least as far as THIS story goes, it will not be abandoned before a resolution. ***** "I detest that little shit!" I looked at Rick, puzzled. "Who? Why?" "The little dude over there in the green shorts hitting on that big musclebear." "Why - were you planning to go after that guy yourself?" "Not my point. Do you remember an obnoxious condom nazi who got himself banned from the bathhouses and the sex clubs who insisted everyone call him Theo?" "Oh, right... wait... that's him?! I remember him being a twink that turned up his nose at anyone who wasn't shaved from nose to toes." "He was... then I guess he realized he was aging out of the Twink zone, dropped out of sight for a few months and reappeared with a surprisingly heavy pelt grown back, a neat little beard and telling everyone to call him "Teddy" now - and instead of other hairless "little boy" types, now he chases muscle bears - emphasis on the muscle. If you recall, my big problem with him was that he had a vicious little habit of focusing his condom-nazi bullshit on guys HE didn't think were attractive - most often chunky bears and older men - and try and get them thrown out, like he was trying to turn a bathhouse into a hall of his own personal fantasy men. Well, he's still as big a body fascist as ever - to guys like the one he's talking to he's sweet as pie; if one's a little too old, a little too pudgy or whatever ... he's one of the nastiest little queens around ... unless he's trying to impress a potential trick, of course. On top of that, he went from condom nazi to Truvada campaigner - telling everyone it was a great *backup* in case a condom broke - to quietly dropping that and turning into a major PrEP Pig. I can only guess that at some point, one of those musclebears - on being told Ted was on PrEP - just held him down, raw-fucked him cross-eyed and he realized what he'd been missing all these years." "Aaaah, right, all the gossip is coming back to me now... I never ran into the little fuck, he never seemed to infest the sex clubs I like." "That's because all the sex club owners pre-emptively banned him when the first bathhouse banned him for his condom nazi tricks. Apparently he thought those places were beneath him until he got himself banned from all the bathhouses - and by then he was unwelcome at the sex clubs too. I know the owner of the Pig Trough and apparently Ted threw quite a fit when they wouldn't let him in, and would only tell him that it was because he'd been banned from the bathhouses. It's a little strange if you're expecting them to be competitive - but the owners of all the tubs and sex pits know each other and they share info about troublemakers. Usually it's druggies, dealers or guys who don't have even a rough idea of what 'consent' is - but Ted there got under their skin. I mean, sure they want to know about some kinds of misbehavior - especially if it's someone making a mess, literal or figurative they'll have to clean up - but a tattle-tale about guys he didn't find attractive who were fucking raw wasn't anything they wanted to deal with." "You said he's on PrEP?" I asked, and Rick nodded back. I started to chuckle. "What's so funny, Max?" "My buddy Logan is going to be visiting in about two weeks; he recently found out his strain of the bug is extremely resistant to Truvada; since he knows I'm as big a gift-giving perv as he is, he asked if I wanted to be exposed and of course I said yes. Now, I'm not Ted's type - maybe 'muscle bear' enough, but too old for his tastes. But from what you've said and going by that dude he's been chatting up, I bet he'd be all over Logan trying to get into his pants. He's about 6'4, built, covered in silky black fur and has a shaved head and a thick black beard. Oh, and a nice thick 8" to plow his dirty seed into any hole he can." "And you're thinking of siccing him on Teddy to see if that nasty strain can punch through the PrEP and knock Teddy up? I love it!" "Yeah - Logan used to brag about 'one fuck and knocked up' because his strain was so infectious; I don't know if it still is after whatever brought in the PrEP resistance, but it's sure worth a try if we can make it happen. He hasn't got any poz ink to give it away - while he gets off on any kind of breeding, he LOVES to stealth." "Damn... I'm getting a chub just thinking about it. I know a few guys in Teddy's orbit who'll know about what apps he's on and stuff." I looked at Rick. "This sounds like it's personal for you." "It's not about me, if that's what you mean. I don't want to talk about it right now, though." I dropped the point and we went on to chat about other things, and Rick later dropped me an email with a list of Teddy's hookup app and website accounts. I read them over and then contacted Logan - who, as I predicted, LOVED the idea; not just the stealthing part, but as someone who'd fuck anyone with facial hair and could be friendly with anyone else he loved the idea of sticking it to a former condom nazi who'd targeted "unattractive" men, and who was rude to anyone he didn't want to fuck. We talked about making some judicious edits to his own profiles to optimize his appeal to Teddy - who, for example, said he wasn't into "mansmells". (I'd just have to thoroughly tongue-bathe Logan before he showered to go after the little shit.) So - a photo of his arm in a bicep pose with his hairy armpit dripping sweat got recaptioned from "Wallow in my musk" to "I work out hard!" and other similar tweaks. He set up his travel dates to show a later arrival than he really had, so he and I would have time for our fun and getting set up for his pursuit of Teddy.
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I had a hot scene yesterday in a porn theatre but didn't get the load in my cunt. That play has left me needing a deep hard fuck and breeding in the worst way. I showed up at the theatre before noon. It was fairly slow with a handful of frequent flyers filtering in and out. There were a few new players. A tall slender, high-assed 20-something with a small backpack peering down his nose at everyone. The big, scruffy Middle Eastern guy moving around like a bee that can't settle on a flower. The tall, goateed dad-type who sends out a null-vibe making impossible to know what he wants. And a salt and pepper bearded guy with glasses who's 5'10" very furry, strong, and clearly a horny fucker. I asked permission and got on my knees to help his cock out from behind his shorts. It was furry and on the thick side. I took his cock in my mouth and stroked it with my tongue until it hardened and lengthened down into my throat. As he filled out more, thickening nicely so I had a throat stretch, I realized he was so thick I really wanted him in me pumping in a load. I sucked him wetly to the root, holding myself there for 10 to 15 seconds, massaging the underside of his cock with my tongue and feeling him harden more. Sliding up his shaft to suck lightly on his knob, tonguing underneath until I tasted a little gush of precum on my tongue. I half moaned/groaned around his dick, and opened my throat wide to grip his base with firm pressure from my teeth behind my lips and slowly milked his salty precum out of his cock and onto my tongue. My moan deepened as I got to his swollen knob with a column of his juice expressed into my mouth. I pressed my fingers up into his perineum, massaging the base of his shaft and pressing up into his prostate. He reach down for my hand and increased the pressure I was applying up into his pelvis, showing me that he liked much harder play there. I gripped him by the back of his thighs and started a steady rhythm pulling his stiff leaking cock deep into my throat. He matched it, rotating his hips to fuck into the resistance of the soft-tissue in the back of my throat. He started to groan as he shafted into my neck, my hunger for his cock, juice, and seed obvious from the intensity of out throat fuck. He told me he loved my mouth and that I was very, very good at sucking and taking his cock. He needed a break to avoid cumming and he moved to play in a group of 4 or 5 men. I watched him as, very turned on, he sucked cock after cock and as he did I saw the growing ass-need in how he held his body. I got behind him and pinched his furry nipples as he played. He instinctively rotated his hips back into my groin, saying plainly his ass needed attention. Dropping to my knees, I pressed up into his perineum with my balled fist making him present his hole to me. I pressed my finger up into him, feeling his juicy warmth. He opened like a flower, clearly needing something in his ass. I finger fucked him with one, then two fingers, as he sucked and stroked cock and had his sucked and stroked. Seeing him shift into a primal sex state, I got some lube on my hand and slowly worked 4 fingers up into his hungry ass. I started pulling him back onto my hand as I pushed it deeper into him. His ass dilated with need and I felt my knuckles slip inside his ass, giving me more to hand fuck his ass with. I had been on the outside of the cock circle, but feeling him get close to cumming on the knuckles of my hand, I swing into the circle and turn him towards me saying "This load is mine." Just then, the first short spurt of his cum splattered onto the arm of my hoodie, and using my hand up deep in his hole, I pulled his even thicker cock into my mouth taking the neet 5 to 6 gouts of his cum safely in my throat with my lips locked around his pulsing root. It would have been a wonderful load to have pumped up into my cunt, but I was grateful for it regardless.
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I’m sitting here now with a rock hard cock thinking about the great unprotected sex I had in my hotel room on Thursday night... I had met Az through an advert I posted on Craigslist the week before. I am due to be in Dublin for a few nights next week so was seeing could I arrange a few hook ups while I was there. Let me go back and tell you a little about me; I'm a big chub man and not to everyones taste but I enjoy cock and when I can I'll take it... I prefer to btm but when I top it's usually for younger twink guys and when I btm I enjoy, really enjoy, raw sex. Az responded to my advert and within a few short hours we were messaging each over via KIK having exchanged details. He was very discreet and didn't disclose too much about himself at the beginning but we kept chatting over the app and after a while he opened up to me, he was not from this country and from what I could gather had either a religious or social standing/reason for keeping his gay sex very very discreet. I am fine with that and each to their own! During out KIK chat he brought up the subject of kinks and had I any, I asked him to tell me about his and see what we could make happen and then he just came out with it "I've always wanted to try BB with a guy" Music to my ears... and we agreed that when I come to Dublin in a few weeks he'd be welcome to call around and see what happens A few days ago I had to head up to Dublin for something on Friday morning so I choose to drive up on the Thursday night to avoid an early start with a lot of traffic on the Friday morning. I told Az over KIK that my plans to come to Dublin had come forward but I'd only be up for one night and if he was around I'd like to meet. He was very anxious about it but wanted to meet up. I exchanged my hotel details and he said he'd be over around 9pm By this stage he had exchanged a few cock shots and one body shot but I still had no idea what he looked like other than that, I didn't care, if I was not turned on by him I'd ask him to leave and call it a night. I took a chance and I'm glad I did. Az messaged to say he was enroute by taxi and would be in the lobby of my hotel soon. It was coming up to 9, I had douched and showered and was ready for action. I had an unopened bottle of poppers and a bottle of lube by the bed. I had another bottle that I gave a few huffs off when he messaged me to say he was downstairs. A few minutes later, I was answering the door in my t-shirt and jockstrap to this stunning man. He was 5"10 tall (I'm 5"6), lovely tanned complexion, well kept beard all wrapped up in a big body of muscle and a little fat. He came in and we made small talk and he asked could he use the shower as he wasn't long out of college that evening. I said sure and in he went. I lay up on my knees on the bed and opened the new bottle of poppers to have a huff. Within a few minutes the shower stopped and the bathroom door opened and out came Az just wearing a towel and looking so sexy with a nice hairy chest all puffed out and ready for some fun. Without saying anything I stood up and he walked over and behind me and placed his hands on my ass cheeks, I took some more poppers as he reached around, dropped the towel and his cock teased my body. I dropped to my knees as I handed him the poppers and was staring straight as his uncut, solid cock. Not huge but oh a nice size and very thick. Without hesitation I wrapped my mouth around his manhood and slowly gave him a welcoming BJ. He moaned in pleasure as he took more poppers. After a few minutes he was leaning over and running his fingers down my back, he signalled for me to stand up and as I did he turned me to face the bed as he stood back and admired my ass. He pushed me forward and I got on the bed into a doggy position and then I felt the fantastic feeling of his tongue inside my hole... This was going to be a good night!
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i was chatting with a bear for a little bit then i gave him my number. we texted and i send him some voice messages. he says he loves my voice. i went to his place for a little bit i though but i was wrong. after he saw me he hug and kissed me. we kissed for while feeling each others beards and his tongue in my mouth. mmm mmmm mmmm. it made my knees weak he carries me to his room and gets me naked. he gets naked his body is nice not fat but not skinny. then we 69 sucking each other mmm mmm mmm. he fucks me on all fours hard and fast. oooo yes yes yes ahhh yes i moan. then he fucks me on my back and kisses me some more mmmm mmmm mmmm. it felt really good i say. thank you he says. we cum on each others beards and lick it off. yummy. then we sleep with him holding me rubbing my head and back.
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This is a true story of a bearded masseur going surprisingly bareback for a birthday massage. The Call My manager had called in a favor that put me travelling for work on my birthday. What joy! but I decided to make the best of the situation by getting a birthday massage. I hoped online the morning of my birthday to look for guys offering massage. This kind of search was new to me. My bf says I can be a slut so "looking" online is old news but I'd never been "generous" in my sexual adventures, so I was being a bit cautious for obvious reasons. I spotted an ad by a guy that the app said was really close to my hotel. He used plain, simple English, had a couple clothed pictures, and had written in the ad to text or call him for more details. So I texted him -- "what the heck" I thought to myself, let's do it. He said his name was Steve. He was relatively slow in responding to my txts but was very candid: which hotel? what kind of massage? how long? I figured these questions were all business as usual since they were the same questions my massage therapists asked. I txted back that I'd be comfortable with a "full body". He replied, "nude sensual massage?". I txted back if that works out then yes, and asked how much. Everything was reasonable except the time. I had several work emails and calls to make that morning so I asked for later that afternoon but Steve said he was leaving town so could only do that morning. Rather than look more, because everything sounded great with Steve, I agreed and we setup a time for him to come to my hotel room within the hour. I showered then hopped down to the hotel lobby where I'd seen an ATM. "Card declined." WTF! I started panicking and thinking that I'd have to call my masseur to cancel because I was broke! My bank texted me a few seconds later and asked if I was trying to withdraw money. "Ooooh", I thought, "fraud detection." I almost never withdraw cash while travelling so my bank must have caught the ATM use as odd. I texted my bank back that it was me, went back to the ATM, and got cash that time. First panic over with. I'd asked Steve the masseur to meet me outside the hotel lobby so I could make sure it really was him. My friend who lived in a nearby neighborhood and who I'd had dinner with had told me that my hotel was in a shady part of town. So there I stood, on the busy downtown street, on the phone with coworkers while waiting to see if some stranger, who didn't look at all like Steve's ad, try to rob me. hah! -- and in a way you could say I was "working the street" LOL, but only because I was trying to wrap up my morning with work before the massage. My phone buzzes that there is another call incoming and the callerID is Steve my masseur. I'm trying to get off the phone with a coworker, it takes my coworker another couple minutes to SHUT UP, Steve goes to voicemail, and I hurridly call him back. "Maybe he's cancelling" I think to myself, because it was already 10mins after our arranged time. I say "Hi" and Steve has this calm, masculine, but soft spoken voice, and says he's at the elevator already! WTH! Maybe he's pushing for me to do something rash without seeing him so I panic again. With him on the phone, I hurridly walk back to the elevator shafts, and see this guy on the phone walking towards the lobby. He's 6'0, bearded, white, in plaid and jeans. "Oh that you?" I say while looking at him, with a bit of delight, and smile. He smiles back. It was the same guy as in his ad pic. The Arrival Luck would have it we get into an elevator by ourselves. I blabber on about work because nothings worse than awkward silence in an elevator with any stranger, but all while having a good look over Steve. Piercing blue eyes, weathered face, muscular neck with adams apple, big rugged hands at his sides; but again that plaid shirt and plain fit jeans. Nothing tight fitting in attire. Actually the plaid shirt make him look like some lumberjack that rolled out of Washington State's mountains. All he'd need would be boots instead of sneakers. Hah! He doesn't smell of wood -- and I mean tree wood, LOL -- and doesn't smell homeless, or of weed, smoke, or anything really. His accent isn't decernable -- no queeny high pitch, and no James Earl Jr, but no attitude either; just an all American accent like you'd hear in the Midwest thought very soft spoken. The elevator door opens on my floor and I walk him into my room. His eyes dart around too to check everything out. I finally notice that he doesn't have a bag, backpack, or anything to carry supplies. On a good note that means he doesn't have a rifle or rope or drugs or anything my panicy mind could conjure up to freak me out but also doesn't mean he has massage supplies? "So I've done many massages but nothing like this before", I admit, hinting at how he wants to do this without supplies. To which he says, "Oh. ... It's really hot in here," and takes off a retro windbreaker jacket that I hadn't noticed. "Oops, sorry," I say and dart to the thermostat, "I turned up the temp thinking it'd need to be warmer." I seriously thought a nude massage would be more comfortable in a kind of sauna-like environment? but Steve must have been roasting so I quickly turned the AC on. Steve strips down the bed and motions for me to hop on it. So I just strip down butt naked in front of the guy. I don't really know why I did strip in front of him. My dick is soft and I just imagine being in a lockerroom with Steve and talking to him like any other guy. He's still got his lumberjack clothes on. "One reason I'm glad you could do today is because it's my birthday," I keep on. "Happy birthday!" he says with a cheeky smile, "how old are you?" Though I thought my age was in my online profile he must have forgotten. I tell him 37 and ask for his. He's 50! I thought he was low 40s -- I mean I'm not ageist, it's all about chemistry, and his face is weathered but no wrinkles, and he wasn't the fastest at texting like Millenials text, but with that muscled neck he stays fit somehow. Or at least preserved guy, I think to myself. "I'm going to use your restroom" he blurts out in his soft but masculine voice. Hmmm, I think to myself, wonder what's up? Maybe he's nervous about undressing in front of a guy? So I squat on the bed naked, listen to Steve the masseur piss in the toilet, and check my work email again. Steve comes out of the toilet -- STILL clothed -- and says, "I don't have professional stuff but brought lotion and a special lotion." He pulls out the 2 "lotions" from a cloth wrapped up his windbreaker jacket, and one is Gun Oil. I dart a quirky smile at him and just say "Oh, OK" because the Gun Oil is obviously for fucking around. I mean, guys do jack off with lube but how many? And I smile because I'd suspected Steve may be straight, given how he looks and talks, but how many str8 men buy Gun Oil?? So he's gay afterall, or at least bi, despite his lumberjack looks. "Lay with your head at the edge of the bed, face up." he says to me while walking away. I do as commanded. Then I hear him FINALLY getting his clothes off. Sadly he's got me laying away from him so it's hard to look his way without being obvious that I'm checking him out, so I miss his whole unclothing! Ugh!! Again I wonder if there's some surprise. Maybe his dick is covered in warts? Maybe he's got purple lesions all over his body! My mind always panics about the unknown, and Steve had given no nude pics. Then he walks over to my head hanging on the edge of the bed, and I feel him on my forehead. It feels soft and a bit cold. I look up at there's this gorgeous bottom up POV of Steve! His flacid cock is on my forehead resting, above that is a bit of reddish blond pubes, then a small baby bump stomach, he's leaning over and I see hairy pecs, his musclar neck, two thick arms stretched out towards me, his facial beard, and those light blue eyes behind it all. I hear the lotion pop open and squirt on his hands. Then I feel something harsh on my chest! His hands! His palms are like sandpaper!! In all my massages, both girls and guys, they have soft, smooth palms. But Steve's are rough. I get excited by this apparent negative feature of Steve's: rough hands = hard working, blue collar man? I imagine: does he work construction? or with ropes? One of his pics was on a boat, so maybe fishing? Whatever he does has TORE UP his palms, but with the lotion it kind of feels like a Korean exfoliating massage (where they basically scrape off your old skin, and it actually feels good, though they do it with a special cloth not their hands). It's not pleasant, at first. Everything else about the massage is normal and I'm fully relaxed now. We're both naked but neither Steve or I get hardons. My mind is churning: do I want to have sex with this hunk of man? YES! Does he want to have sex with me? Who knows! I'm paying for a massage, at basically the typical rate for full body @ 1hr, so maybe he really is bi and doesn't want to do anything. But why did he ask me "sensual"? I mean, I'm a 5'8 150lb white nerd with glasses and a chatter box, so no stud or twink, and Steve's dick is as flaccid as it was to begin with. I get up and thank him very much. I'm looking down at Steve because he's squat on the bed. What a sexy, handsome man he is looking up at me with those blue eyes! "Do you like massage?" I ask, knowing the answer. "Sure, you want to massage me??" I guess this is an odd request from a client. "Yes, if you're OK with that." Again I don't know his sexual orientation so I'm not sure whether my ask comes across as being an oddball nerdy client or him being str8-ish. He accepts. This this hunk of man lays down, face down! and presents his gorgeous body to me. He's totally smooth on his backside. His shoulders are broad, and connect decent biceps but very thick forarms to those rough hands. His butt is this pale white mound of beef cake below a size 32 waste I figure, so that is just watering my mouth. His legs are two thick tree trunks holding up nice calves that are mostly bald. I notice his feet are covered in white, Fruit-of-the-Loom, knee-high socks! LOL! What dreadful socks, but just like I'd expect a blue collar, low key "str8" guy to wear. At least this socks are clean and bleach white! As I massage him, I notice how everything is thick about him. His forearms. His hams. His gluts. This 50 year old man has more muscle that I can ever imagine. He starts to sniffle and squirm. Maybe this was a bad idea, I think to myself. "I need to roll over" and Steve does so. "Everything OK?" I ask, hoping in my mind he's into me touching him. "Yea just everything was running to my nose." And he lays there spread out before me. Now I get to see his front side full on. His chest is the only hairy part of this man's body besides his face. It's reddish blond just like his pubes and covered from pec down to belly. Then I finally see his package full on. His balls are totally hairless and smooth but wrinkled and his sac the size of 2 lemons. His cock is still flaccid but a shower. Smooth light foreskin still coveres everything but even soft his cock is thick about the size of a thick pork sausage though longer. Such a beauty to see this man's package. All I want to do is suck on this man's meat! But do I make a move, I think to myself. I'm worried. If I touch him sexually, will he get up and leave?? Of course not! I think of the Gun Oil he brought. So yes, the lube means he's up for something, but what? Steve the masseur makes the 1st move. I'm sitting squat next to him on the bed working on his massive quads. He touches my thigh, then works underneath me to grab my balls. Those rough hands again! I look at him, into his blue eyes, and see it -- I see that we will have sex. I can't explain how but there is some connection there with Steve, so I smile at him. I'm so fucking releaved to know that I can enjoy him fully! So I move my hands up his crotch and cup my hands around his big ballsac. It feels wonderful to have his eggs in my hands. But now Steve moves fast. He drags my lower half closer to him, opens up my legs, and pull my waste next to his chest. OMG! He's getting us into a 69 position! His thick thigh raises up, opening his crotch next to my face, and his soft cock and balls slide down the leg next to my mouth. I feel Steve first: he inhales one of my balls into his mouth! FUCK his mouth feels great. I return the favor and grab half his nuttsac and open my mouth wide to take in this man egg. We work on each other balls for minutes and I'm rock hard now. When I look down at Steve's cock it has swelled into an fatter sausage but isn't rock hard. Of course the time has come to suck on this man's cock. As I do, aiming to avoid hitting him with my teeth, Steve's cock doesn't get bigger. He feels great inside my mouth, filling it up mostly, but is still only semi-hard. How odd, I thought. What does this man like? I soon find out. Steve yanks my rock hard dick out of his mouth, lays both hands on my butt, opens up my cheeks and bam! He dives into munching on my butt crack! He starts making these deep, muffled moaning sounds and his big legs act like they're pushing his waste closer to me. This guy likes, rimming ass!! I'm so confused! Then I have another panic attack: he wants to fuck me?! Oh geeze, I cannot get fucked. I had showered but I'm travelling without supplies to clean out. Then I think of Steve again: maybe he just really likes ass. I mean, I LOVE ASS so much that I've blown my load just from a guy sitting on my face. OK, so I'll help out Steve. I raise myself up, move his big legs down flat, and sit on his face! Smothering him with ass! This drives the man crazy! All sorts of muffled moans are coming out of his mouth. His rough hands start smacking my buttcheeks inbetween butt munching. And then I see it: my eyes look down from the happy trail to his belly button to his pubes and: his fattened up stiff cock! For the 1st time Steve's dick is hard enough to stand up. Fuck it looks beautiful between his 2 massive legs. I of course lean over and get his dick in my mouth again, but now I cannot. Before I could take his semi all the way but now his dick hits the back of my throat and the shaft isn't all the way in my mouth. I do the hand + mouth jacking but want to give Steve more yet my deepthroat skills aren't stellar (guys are been training me to avoid teething them). I make a conscious effort to open up wide enough and position my mouth so Steve's fully hard dick can push through the back of my mouth and go down my throat. Now my nose is in his big ballsac. It smells of manhood, then I cannot breath, and feels wonderful to be choked up my Steve's big dick. The Fuck He rims my ass while I suck and deepthroat his fully hard dick more. After many minutes of this intense action I pull off because my dick is so turned on as Steve occasionally reaches around to jack me. I don't want to cum yet. Steve and I squat on the bed and face each other. He grabs my dick and I grab his. "You really like that" I say to get at what's next. "Yea" he says simply, "When I was massaging your backside, I wanted to do that. You have a beautiful ass". "And you have a beautiful cock" I proudly told him. "My sausage suprise" he said and we laughed. We look into each others eyes while jacking each other's dicks. I could just cum like this, I think to myself. But Steve grabs the Gun Oil. He squirts a few pumps on each of our dicks. OK maybe he does jack with lube (I don't need to). Then he takes a finger and lubes the outside of my hole. Oh damn, I think to myself. He does want to fuck. "I don't think I can do this" I honestly admit to Steve. I then realize something hopful: my BM that morning. For many years I've had to clean out on the rare times that I bottom because my bowel movements aren't the best. Bottom friends have told me all sorts of tricks they use, like special diets, but I eat what I want and don't like a lot of fuss when fucking so I top more and don't bother with making sure I can bottom. But that morning, after setting up the massage with Steve, I now remember that I had a very good BM. (Not to disgust: but it was clean. I didn't even need toilet paper, which usually means it's all out and clean in there). Steve just says, "OK. We can try." I took that not as a command but also not a suggestion -- he wanted to take the opportunity. He grabs my legs and lifts me back so I fall onto my back. Steve looks down at his cock and my hole. I look up at his hairy pecs. thick forearms holding my legs up, and look at his face. He catches me and looks back, then closes my legs so my ankles are around his musclar neck, and presses his dick against my hole. I brace. OK I know I'm not suppose to brace but it's been awhile and I'm nervous about my hole still. "Just breath" Steve says. AHA! He knows the drill! At this point I figure Steve is gay, or at least bi. He's fucked a guys ass before and knows I need to relax. I'm even more excited and attracked to Steve now. We have more in common. We've both fucked guys asses. Steve is just a lumberjack gay or whatever -- he doesn't fit into any mold that society has setup for him. He isn't "masc" or "discreet" or desperate or crazy. I respect the guy so much for that. Is he going to fuck me? even though we don't know each other? Yep, we're both horny and are attracted to each other so we will fuck. His big head pushs past my sphincter. His thickness stretches my hole open and it feels great. Steve squirts more Gun Oil on his shaft. He keeps pushing in deeper while we switch from looking down at each other's junk to looking at each others eyes. "It OK?" I stupidly ask. I'm asking several questins to Steve while he's got a good view. I mean: is his dick still clean? And the bigger question: he's got NO CONDOM on his dick. I don't carry condoms travelling and Steve's massage supplies didn't include any. "Yea. It's tight," Steve says while looking at me. Did he know what I was really asking?? His dick is up digging deeper into my fuckhole, bareback, and he doesn't know me. And I wish it were less tight! I bottom better with smaller dicks and I figured Steve is a solid 8+ and very thick. Steve takes my legs off of his hairy chest and lays them open next to his thick quats. Each of his piston arms punch down to the left and right of me on my back and he begins to lean over me. His muscular neck and upper shoulder is right above my forhead as his upper body stretches above mine. I look down his hairy pecs, and his little baby bump stomach, and watch his waste start to pound. Steve then lowers his beefy body just above mine. My dick is rock hard and getting a bit squashed by him leaning in. His neck and ear is right next to my eyes. I notice his neck is a bit red. I look over across his smooth arched back now. I feel the hairs on his chest touch my shoulders and stomach. I squeeze my calves around his waste. He is slowly digging his dick deeper into my hole. I want to encourage him, so I reach my arms out as far as I can and grab his thick thighs. My hands travel up and I feel his big beefy ass. I squeeze and pull his ass in on his next thrust. I wonder if Steve has fucked chicks too and if girls have enjoyed squeezing his big beefy butt as much as I am. Steve's big dick rams through to the back of my fuckhole. Fuck it hurts! I moan in pain. But I keep encouraging Steve's dick. On each thrust I pull his ass in with my hands on each of his buttcheeks. Every couple of thrusts his dick rams through again and hurts like hell. "Shh, the neighbors" Steve said quietly but sternly in my ear. Oh, I must have been moaning loudly! This was a thin walled hotel and you could hear a person walking down the hall past your door. So I bit my lips. But Steve was a beast. His thrusts got a rhythm on time with a metronome. I didn't need to grab his ass and encourage him anymore and almost needed to brace against his great thrusting thighs. Steve's fucking became a machine. Constant pace and ramming in deep each time. What happened to this decent, all American lumberjack? His thrusting was getting gradually faster and was not letting up. My buttcheeks started making that butt slapping noise, ya know, when being pounded rough and hard. Steve moved his arms back into pistons and raised his body off my but still leaning over me fully. I could no longer grab his beefy ass so grabbed his great thighs just to feel them pounding me. We looked at each other in the eyes again. What a handsome and kind face he still had while fucking. He wasn't squirming or constricting his face. I probably was looking funny in the face! I tried to keep a straight face but I'm no bottom and his massive meat wouldn't stop pulverizing my ass! Often I'd have to close my eyes on one of his deep thrusts and when I opened' them I'd catch Steve checking out his dick fucking my hole, but then he'd notice me looking at him, and our eyes would lock again, and then I'd close my eyes on another deep thrust. He grabbed my raging hard dick with one hand but I was too close . "I will cum when you do," I explained, not wanting him to think I didn't want to cum. He looked at me again and I held onto his biceps with my hands. Steve's thrusts were happening too fast and his desire to get me off were telltell signs. "Where do you want me to cum?" he said seriously, and looked me directly in the eyes. I was embarrassed. I wanted him to cum anyway he wanted, seriously. I imagined how hot it would be to walk to work with his babies up my butt, but I also got excited from imagining the feeling of his hot cum spraying all over my chest or face. I looked away for a bit. "Where you want. You can cum in me or on me". Steve said nothing in reply. It was cumming. Steve lowered his beefy body all the way on me just to the point before crushing me. I raised my legs up high so his dick had a clear shot of my fuckhole, and grabbed his smooth arching back. I looked over at my side to see Steve's face but his face was smothered in the bed sheets. His neck veins were pulsing rapidly. Then I heard him moan differently. It was a muffled sound in the bed sheets but clearly a prelude to orgasm. "Fuck yea Steve, cum." I whispered in his ear. Another muffled moan, and great thrust of his thighs, and Steve's great beefy body shook and quaked above me. He was cumming! Silently his body shook again. Steve was cumming inside my ass! I didn't feel his cock squirting inside my hole but it felt amazing to know this man wanted it and took it and filled it up. My dick started squirting shot after shot of cum. I could feel my fuckhole and sphincter pulse tighter around Steve's dick each time my cock squirted and I wondered if he enjoyed the feeling of my ass milking his dick. He made no sound but stayed inside me. NOTE: pic is closest I could find of Steve's appearance. Sadly I've no pics of him!
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I've been wanting to get my hole creamed at the fair for years; I wear a pair of jeans with the ass completely ripped out between the inner edges of the rear pockets for easy access. I've got a big beard and I generally hang out near the Hole in the Wall Saloon getting pissed on. I'd love to have some hairy-faced fucker step in behind me and plant a hot load deep. I'd also love taking a load at the Eagle on the Saturday night before the fair, but getting bred at the fair is top priority for me. If you're not up for plowing in public ... I'd still like to get bred. So if you like big bearded bottom bears... get in touch here or over on BBRT. (Handle there is in my profile.) I'll be arriving in SF on Friday the 29th and leaving the following Monday. -
Ran across this photo sequence on Tumblr; like the look of the two guys and would like to find out what video these stills came from.
