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Hey there guys I'm really turned on by the idea of cruising and was curious if ya'll would be willing to describe your wildest encounters while on the hunt for cunt or cock. Please give detailed discriptions in regards to the situation/circumstance (who, what, where, when and, how/why) after all we all know when we find what we're looking for, and the eye contact of one looking to get his fuck on.. Wanna hear about all your best and craziest interactions, and hopefully bust a nut along the way. Btw public encounters and rest area interactions are a most know so please post!
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This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ************************************************************ I ride my bike regularly. Besides giving me the cardio to compliment time spent at the gym, it's the perfect way to cruise woodsy public areas down by the river. I can ride there and then ride off road too - into the flat wooded areas and all around. Being on a bike is a much more natural cover than parking and walking out into the woods in street clothes. Bike wear also works well for cruising. While I am riding and not hard is one thing. When I get off my bike and get a boner - watch out! I am blessed with a full eight inch dick and bike shorts look profane trying to contain me. My light grey cotton / spandex are downright nasty, and when I wear them I have to be careful not to get a big precum spot (which takes forever to dry). So this one weekday mid-afternoon, I was out and about walking my bike on paths through the cruising woods, passing two hot guys in their 20's. Although I am in good shape, as I'm in my late 30's I was not in league with the two guys. Moreover, I am very careful when in public. While I love hot anonymous outdoor sex, the idea of getting caught tamps down any thrill of exhibitionism offers me, so generally I find myself preferring one-on-one encounters as there's always a chance a passive spectator might actually be a vice cop. I should add my sense of courtesy extends to other men who are hooking up, so my tendency is to move along rather than be a lecherous voyeur. All this aside, I was quite surprised when I realized the two guys were following me. And kept following. The paths wound around, forked and then merged, so before long I figured their pursuit had some purpose. Now, I had been cruising along the river for a number of years, and never had I been pursued by a couple. As I was in the lead, I found a private spot where I pulled over to the side of the path ostensibly to let them pass . . . or whatever. Much to my surprise the couple stopped right next to me. One guy looked to be about 27, which was slighly older than the other guy. The older guy had light brown hair and was generally cute in the looks department. He was wearing long pants and a polo shirt, but I could reaily see his body was that of a lithful 27 year old. an still see he has a lithe 27 year-old's body to match. The other guy was younger, maybe 25. He's wearing just a wifebeater and some flimsy gym shorts, and he was hot His hair was dark and curly, and his body was solid sporting a natural (not plastic looking) musculature and a slightly god-like quality. FUCK. The hunt can be half the fun, and having these two young men standing so close after having followed me through the woods has me already a little shaky with excitement. The summertime humidity weighs heavy. The sense of man musk and expectation weigh even heavier. The fully clothed guy reaches out and caresses my rock hard dick through my bike shorts. We are all vigilant to make sure we're alone. He reaches down in my shorts and grabs my whole package. I pull back the spandex and out flops all eight now-leaking inches, my balls, everything. Sort of quietly he says to me, "I want you to fuck my friend while I watch." FUCK. Now normally what goes on in the woods is jacking off and maybe oral. For me it's been no exception. I've jacked off with countless guys. I've been blown by a few and blown quite a few myself. Maybe I'm reckless, but I've always trusted my mouth and digestive system to kill any hiv, and so far I haven't been disappointed. There was one guy with the enormous 10 inch cock I blew on two separate occasions. Both times I took him to completion and swallowed. Both times he asked if I worried about not being safe. Both times I told him I didn't normally swallow but I couldn't resist his beautiful cock. Anyway, now how could I resist this offer? Dark-haired muscle boy pulls off his elastic-waisted shorts (no underwear!), peels off his tank, and now - completely naked except for his shoes - he bends over to present his perfect ass and pucker to me. I get it that the slightly older guy is 'in charge' setting up this scene, and that they have hunted me down for this. My dick is in his hand as he guides me to his buddy's ass. He rubs my sticky precum-covered head across the sweet little hairless hole. He spits in his hand and rubs it down my cockshaft. He hawks another gob and pushes it in muscle boy's asshole to wet the way. He guides my dick towards the spot and urges me forward. As I slowly press in, he goes for spit a few more times to slick my disappearing shaft. Before I know it, all my eight inches is buried down to my balls in this demi-god's ass - completely bare, and with nothing but spit and precum for lube. 'Control' boy steps back to watch. I grab his hips at each side of this bottom's muscular ass. My head swims with the heat and the vision of me here - still fully clothed and about to fuck this guy bareback. I start a slow withdrawal and then press back in again. I pull out almost all the way and let my now free-flowing precum coat his outer ring. Pushing all the way in I cause him to jump as I hit bottom. Oh yeah. Developing a rhythm, I start to plow him but good. Now I have this problem. I can get overexcited and it makes it hard for me to cum. This whole scene was happening some years ago long before I read any bareback porn stories like the ones on this site. So it really blew my mind when 'control' boy started in talking dirty saying I should cum in his boys ass. "Shoot a your load in him . . . Come on lube him up for me. I want to feel your sperm in his ass." FUCK. Now I understand the setup. And I have to admit to being overexcited. WAY overexcited ! I fuck that boy long and hard. I want to cum so bad and he wants my cum and 'control' boy is urging me to cum. I grab a handful of lat muscle in each hand and fuck with everything I have. It is excruciating relief when I finally blast my load deep inside this boy's muscle ass. No doubt I spew every drop of sperm I had plus some that I am not even finished producing yet. I spend everything I have up his ass. The hot fucking friction I felt changes to slippery heaven as my cock luxuriates in its own juice. I would have enjoyed staying there, but the other two are still in full heat and wanting to cum too. 'Control boy', still fully-clothed except for his twitching hard-on and balls outside of his zipper, urges me aside. Fully-clothed, he takes my place with his dick aimed to penetrate his naked friend's ass. His friend says, " Be careful, that fucking tore me up. " I blush to myself. My sperm leaking out allows 'control boy' to bury his fat seven incher in one smooth stroke. He pulls back out and thrusts all the way back in. Just a few strikes and it all ends rather quickly. No doubt the heat of the situation and my big load swirling around his cock takes 'control boy' right over the edge. He drives deep and cries out (shhh we're in public !) as he blasts his load in that beautiful bare ass. The naked demi-god straightens up and - still impaled on 'control boy's' cock - he jacks his load something like four feet out onto the forest floor. FUCK. That was the nastiest dirtiest sex I'd ever seen up to that point. (snap) My softening cock goes back in my bike shorts. I climb on my bike and ride off, never to see them again. If I did, I would not recognize them anyway.
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I've always known Kent was trouble. Once upon a time he was dating one of my exes. He was handsome as all get out--dark haired, great smile and eyes, nice lean body--and he was just as stupid as he was good looking. I knew exactly why Dylan had fallen for him, because every time I'd seen him, I had to make an effort not to make a fool of myself over him. I think he liked making me squirm a little by almost flirting with me with his boyfriend around. About his only talent in the world was using his looks to get what he wanted, and he did that really well. Fortunately for Dylan, they broke up pretty quickly. Kent could never hold down a job, and there were a couple of DWI arrests, and some trouble about other substances. Nobody talked about Kent once he and Dylan were over, and I completely lost track of him. There's a heavily wooded park near me where guys cruise. I don't fool around there because being on my knees in the bushes is not my idea of a good time. I prefer to kneel on carpet, cement, or just about anything else that doesn't conceal thorns. Still, I wander through the cruisy parts because it's a turn on, and who knows, maybe something too good to resist will be there. I was there one weekend at the start of good weather when I saw a guy I knew as a regular jogger veer off the path about 20 yards ahead. He was a short blond, not handsome, but I knew he was very fit because he always ran shirtless. Smooth, defined, late 20's. He definitely qualified as too good to resist. When I got to the place he'd turned off the trail, I followed into an opening in the brush. We were near the river, and I guess the sound of the water was enough to disguise the sound of my approach. Blondie had his back to me, and I could tell by the movement of his right elbow that he was jacking his cock. His attention was fixed on two guys who were fucking up against a tree. The bottom was a skinny little hispanic kid of the barely legal category, whose ass was thrust backwards as he braced himself with outthrust arms against the oak. He was whimpering in the kind of soft way that total bottoms have when they are excited and scared and don't want it to stop. The top, of course, was Kent. I'd never seen him naked, though I had imagined it. His jeans were down around his ankles, and a red tank was pulled up behind his head. He had the firm pecs I remembered, big dark nipples, and plenty of black hair down his chest and tight belly. His legs were furry and so was his ass, which looked amazing everytime he thrust. I stepped behind a bush, hiding myself as much as possible. I knew that I wanted to run down there and join in, but this was just a little too weird for me. Kent looked up and saw blondie. He beckoned to him, and I felt a pang of jealousy as the runner walked over. Kent pulled the kid away from the tree and turned him to face blondie. The kid had a thick piece of dark meat that was half hard. Without any instructions, blondie knelt down and began to suck it. The kid was panting now. "Feel good, baby?" I heard Kent say. The kid moaned. Kent nuzzled his ear and said, "You want it, don't you? You want it now, don't you, baby?" I think I heard the kid whimper, "Please." Kent leaned back and began to fuck like a piston. The kid was panting, and I don't know how blondie dealt with the force of that cock in his mouth everytime Kent hit home. It didn't take long before Kent grunted "Here it comes!" The kid stiffened up but Kent wrapped an arm around his chest and held him close as he began to shake and shudder. His hips were bucking and I knew that he was fucking his load up the kid's ass. The kid was twisting half-heartedly, like he wanted to get away, but Kent had him pinned. Blondie was still on his knees, sucking away and jacking himself. "Ease up, man," Kent said. "Save it for our little buddy here." He pulled out of the kid's ass, and began to turn the bottom boy around. In the moment before blondie stood up, I saw Kent's cock, long, thick and slick, standing straight out from his groin. The kid was protesting feebly, but Kent was encouraging him as blondie slid in. That was when I ran away. Of course I went home and immediately beat off thinking about what I had seen. I beat off a second time a few hours later, still unable to get the images out of my head. Hot charming Kent was fucking ass, fucking it bare and clearly having a hell of a good time doing it. Getting anyone to do what he wanted was his specialty. And I lay on my bed, hard and horny and terrified that I wanted him to do it to me. I jerked off a third time. On the following Saturday I went to the park again. I knew that what I wanted was to see Kent again. I didn't. I did see the hispanic kid, feeding his dick to another twinkie. But when I went home and jerked off, I was thinking about Kent. On Sunday, I hit the park once more. I was really horned up and I ended up sucking off a guy in his forties who I'd never given the time of day before. When we were through, I'd scraped up my knees and I was still horny, and I felt like an idiot. What I really wanted was to feel like was Kent's whore. I went home and jerked off to a couple of bareback sites. The next Saturday I was back at the park like clockwork. After stumbling around the wooded paths determined that I was going to find Kent, I found blondie from week one. I followed him off the trail and in a few minutes I was banging his thick, short cock against my tonsils. All I could think about was Kent, even as he came down my throat. I knew I was in a bad place, because normally I would have been very happy about scoring with this guy, and I was pretty indifferent to his compliments afterward and his comments about how we'd have to get together someplace else so he could fuck me. He gave me his phone number. I went home and jerked off thinking about Kent. As the next weekend drew near, I promised myself that I would do anything else but go to the park. I had an idea that I would catch the train out of town and go somewhere, anywhere that I wouldn't find myself cruising for Kent. Then, on Friday night I came home, and Kent was sitting on the steps of my building. He stood up as I crossed the street and held out his hand. "Good to see you, buddy," he said, turning on the full-wattage, knee-weakening smile. "Third time in a month!" There was no pretending. I knew he must have seen me in the park, and more than once. My heart-pounding, I invited him in. I was on my knees as soon as the apartment door closed. I knew what I wanted and what I was doing and that was that. Eventually we made our way to the living room and I knelt between his legs, sucking his cock while he drained a beer. It was thick and heavy in my mouth and his salty pre-cum seemed endless, the product of a piece of meat designed for sex. Kent would ruffle my hair as I sucked him. "Keep your eyes on my face, baby," he murmured. "Let me see you like it." I was fully clothed, my cock hard in my slacks. Kent wouldn't let me grope myself. "You're hot enough already, baby." I was panting and slick with sweat. He told me how he had seen me at the park. The first time watching him fuck, and then after blondie. "Didn't look like you were having a good time, babe," he said. "That wasn't what you really needed." Eventually, he pulled me gently off his cock. "Go get cleaned up for me, baby," he said. When I was done I found him in the bedroom, naked now and still hard. He came and stood behind me, rubbing his cock against my ass, up and down the crack. "You liked what you saw at the park, didn't you, baby," he whispered. "Did you want it to be you?" I nodded and pushed my ass back against his cock. "You've wanted it a long time, haven't you?" I moaned. His entry was long and slow. I knew he could be rough, but his idea of conquest was getting me to admit I wanted him and his load. As he worked the head in he said, "No rubbers, baby, just my dick for your ass. Skin to skin, slipping inside, so I can cum in your ass just like you want me to." For while he bitch fucked me while I was on all fours on the bed. His cock was big and hard and I liked it, but I was really tripping on the idea that this awesome looking man was fucking me because he knew I was turned on by his raw cock in my ass. The hottest guy I had ever had sex with knew that I wanted him bare and he was giving it to me. I was scared and I was turned on by being scared. I was scared of getting sick, but I was even more scared of how much I was liking him in me raw. I knew that whatever happened, this would not be the last time I was fucked bareback. Eventually Kent flipped me over on my back, shoved his cock back in, and really began to fuck me hard. "Cum in me," I moaned. "You want it, baby?" He was almost shouting. "You want it now!" "Yes!" He bellowed and began to buck his cock into my ass like he was having some kind of spasm. I felt his cock tense in my ass and then he was blowing buckets of cum in my hole. He collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed. My mind was spinning through a whole range of emotions: fear, excitement, satisfaction. I wondered if this was what it felt like to skydive--that mix of thrill and danger and accomplishment. He rolled off me and out of me, and used his fingers to spoon his cum out of my ass and spread it on my face. I tried to lick his fingers, but he laughed and kept them away from my mouth, spreading the cum into my hair. Then he rolled off the bed and stood up, his dick still thick and covered in jism. "You're a good fuck. Better than Dylan," he said. "You really like it. Thanks." And he walked out of the room. I lay there, and a few minutes later I heard him leave. I got up and called the blond guy, told him whose load was in my ass, and waited for him to come over.
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I met Brandon, a local guy, online. He’d made no bones about being a POZ TOP and into BAREBACKING. I accused him of being a GIFT GIVER; and he replied he couldn’t be, because a Bottom’s odds for getting POZZED were 1 in 50,* so it was unlikely he’d ever POZZED anyone on the first Fuck. I wrote back that I was NEG, a BOTTOM, and, since we were almost neighbors, we ought to get together. We set up a date for two days later. When I pulled into the parking lot, I quickly spotted his blue van. He was leaning against the bumper, smoking. 5’9”, 155, bleached hair, wrinkled tee and cut-offs. I pulled up beside him, in my office duds; and we set off down the jogging trail. A footpath veered into the woods. I took it and approached a tiny clearing, littered with tissues and used condoms. I dropped my slacks and pushed down my briefs, to piss. Brandon came up behind me and reached around to pump my gushing shaft. My yellow stream overflowed his fingers. He turned me round and wiped his hand across my lips. We kissed, and his 6” slipped between my legs. Huge testicles, compact with Toxic Jizz, compressed against my thighs. He pushed me to my knees and fucked my mouth. His balls raked against my chin, an invitation to palm his naked Sac and milk it. Aroused, he turned me round and bent me over. I grasped a tree trunk for support. My ass was in the air and my legs were spread. I moaned in passion, and not too quietly, as the sun rays and summer breeze cavorted on my naked butt in concert with the hot tongue rimming me. He arose, and grasped my hips, and pressed his bare cock against my sphincter. It felt so good, him easing into me, even though he’d used no lube other than his spit. I faced the trail; and, through the trees, caught glimpses of guys and gals cavorting past, as I cried out in pain and pleasure. He pulled out, removed his cutoffs, briefs, and tee, and arranged them on a bed of leaves. He lay down on the blanket he had fashioned. His 6” shaft, glistening spit and slime and precum, winked up at me. I knew the fallacy of “1 in 50” – the odds for a Thousand Faggots getting POZZED. But I was not a Thousand. I was One. Some guys POZ from Precum, while others take a thousand loads—and nothing. Which was I? I straddled him and guided his throbbing Cock into me and eased down till my ass connected with his pubes. I began the rhythmic pulsing which I knew would spur an avalanche of Venom up my ass. It was only minutes before he groaned in hedonistic agony that he was cumming. Emboldened by his proximity, I ground away till torrents of his Poison Jizz invaded me. He got up, brushed off his shorts and tee, and left me naked, standing there, his lethal Load dripping down my thighs. I’d shaved that morning, and in my haste to get to work, had nicked my Mancunt several times. I reached behind and worked a finger up my ass. As I suspected, my digit came back laced with Pink. At work that afternoon my Hole felt open, fucked and gratified. My briefs grew damp and my thighs sticky as his pungent Cream drained out of me. It’d been just hours since I’d been Fucked and already I craved replenishment of his Charged Seed. I skipped my nightly shower and sat down at my PC to write him. The odds for a neg bottom getting pozzed: * 1 in 50 per Dr. Jeffrey Klausner on Gay.Com, Source: http://channels.gay.com/health/hiv 08-08-02 ** 1 in 200 in the January, 2002 issue of the medical journal "Sexually Transmitted Diseases" Source: http://www.planetout.com/pno/news/article.html?2002/01/14/1
