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I was just out of the army and going to night classes at college downtown. After class at 10pm I’d often stop at a convenience store to get a six pack and then drive to a local book store. I’d sit in the parking lot drinking beer and watching guys walk in and out of the bookstore. I was always nervous about being seen or going in and seeing someone I knew. I know. If they are in the bookstore they are probably looking for sex too. But I was living a ‘straight’ life and I was in relationships with women. 

One day I decided I wanted to suck a cock and feel cum spray into my mouth. I went to work and got off at 5pm. Then I drive to college for my first class at 530pm. After my last class at 10 I went to a bookstore on I45 South of Houston. It was one of my favorites. It was easy to get into without people watching. Like a lot of guys I would go to the magazine or videotape areas and look at the pictures. I’d hang out in the straight area at first and then if no one was looking I’d go to the gay area. I loved looking at guys sucking cock. And I especially loved guys eating cum. 
 

Tonight I decided to go to the back room and find a guy who I could get to cum in my mouth. Most bookstores were the same. A clerk at the front, a video and magazine area and the booth area. It was always so erotic to go to the back. It was always very dark or lit with red lights. Shadows of guys would line the hallways. Because I was nervous I’d always quickly find an open booth, walk in and leave the door slightly ajar. It was never more than a minute before I’d see fingers through the two gloryholes or having a guy was in to the booth and ask if I want company. Often times I’d unzip and push my cock through the gloryhole to be sucked. At first I was fascinated how guys like to suck cock and eat cum. But then I began to have more and more fantasies about sucking guys. 
 

Tonight I was on a mission. I wanted to suck a guy off. One guy came into my booth and we did the minimum talking. We ran our hands over each other’s crotches and take turns going to our knees to suck each other. Once we were turned on I asked him “do you have a place?”  That’s a typical line I heard a lot in bookstores. He said he has an apartment and it was only 15 minutes away. We zipped up and we went to my van and sat in the front seat together. We shared a beer and we continued running our fingers over the other’s crotch. 
 

We got in our cars and I followed him to his apartment. We got to his parking lot and I walked slightly behind him. We got to his apartment and went directly to his bedroom. He didn’t have much furniture. But he did have a large bed. We stripped down and got into a 69. We did that awhile and then I moved my head into his stomach so my mouth was by his hard cock. I put it in my mouth and suckled on him. He was obviously liking what I was doing. I felt very excited that I was giving another guy so much pleasure. After a half hour of gently sucking him he began to shudder and moan. I knew from my pen orgasms he was reaching that magical point of no return. The next moment was bliss as spurts of his cum sprayed into my mouth, one after the other. Each one excited me more and more. Toward the end of his orgasm I just kept my mouth softly around his cock. I held his cum in my mouth and swirled my tongue through it. 
 

Although his cum tasted great I slowly let it ooze out of my mouth onto his cock and balls. We made some small talk and then I left. We talked about seeing each other again but we never did. 
 

I accomplished wanted to do that day. I sucked off a cock. I fantasized about it all day long. When it finally happened I was more than excited. I was transformed. I knew I’d always love sucking cock and feeling cum shoot into my mouth. But because I was in straight relationships living in a straight group of friends I haven’t sucked another guy to climax since that night. I’ve fantasized about it for decades but I always let fear hold me back. Fear of being exposed. Fear of my feelings of having sex with guys. And fear of catching something. 
 

Now, years later all I think about is sucking cock and wanting to be able to feel a guy cum in my mouth all the time. I met a guy two years ago after years of only sporadic meetings with guys. We were getting together for a year and a half every 7-10 days and sucking each other. He’s married and I’m divorced so it was harder for him to get away to be with me. I love his cock and balls and I could live in his crotch. It’s like a sexual amusement park to me. 
 

Just as I was planning to start having him cum in my mouth regularly the coronavirus pandemic hit and we became isolated. I’ve really missed sucking him and I fantasize about sucking him off all the time. We’ve stayed in touch by emailing each other the past 7 months. One time we FaceTimed. I love reading his emails. He talks about all his fantasies and learned he is as deviant as I am. We both want to try watersports and every other kind of sex together. He told me he’d love to taste my piss. I’d like him to spray me all over too and into my mouth.  I told him I’m more sexually compatible with him than I’ve been with another one else I’ve ever known. 
 

I hope someday soon this virus will be over we could continue to meet. If you have any ideas how we could safely meet I’d appreciate it. I miss his cock so much. And there are so many sexual things we want to do together. 
 

I want to swallow a man’s cum for the first time in my life. I’d also love him to guck my ass too. 
 

(I’m new to this site and I’ve always been awkward about meeting safe, nice guys. I really would like to communicate with other guys who share my experiences and fantasies.)

 

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I was always a horndog and started having sex fairly young. Much of it was with older men, some were my friend's dads. I don't know that they really taught me as opposed to guided me since it came pretty naturally to me. I have no gag reflex, never recall having one, so that was always a plus.  ☺️

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First , been thinking of this several times , and my mother sucking black cocks got me interested about sucking black cocks . My Mother and Dad were divorced and my mother was at the time a party bar female - extremely shapely with big tits and knew she had them - using them either way get what she wanted - I was gifted having my father long dick / uncut .  She knew here shapely body was her pay check to get anything from men . She love drinking and smoking weed -  even sharing her favorites with me . One time , I was having a dress suit ( pants and jacket made for me ! ) , just a young teenager  . The Old tailor asking me what side - she knew what he meant - which side I carry my dick - enjoying him touching my private area ! My mother was dressed in jeans with a Topless , low cut , t-shirt - braless showing her big tits . She noticed my liking - then squated down touching - showing the tailor how she love to see me wearing the pants - tight and pressing against my crotch .

We gotten home , she started changing her clothes - always asking my opinion about her clothes - told me get ready taking a shower - we both sharing a joint smoking - finally stepping in the shower - she was teaching me to specially take care of my dick / uncut - keeping it clean and body .

Body getting wet - lots of soap - both hands rubbing my body / skin - talking about erections - she helping me with her hands - a few tokes of weed - she was in her topless t-shirt - panties - she was really enjoying it - then toweling dry - in her bed room - using body oil - obeying her - she gave some sips of her drink - smoking weed - giving each other body massages .

She go out with her girlfriends - she be coming home with a black man - go to the bedroom - lock the door - sounds - bed banging - I sneak out side - looking in her bedroom window - they were having Sex !

She was very impressive having Sex - Bouncing tits - Sucking - Black Dick disappearing in her mouth - choking on Cum loads - making me having erections - I sneak back inside - on my couch in front of the T.V. acting sleeping - watching these huge , black dick men going to the bath room .

I had a chance sucking Black dicks in the woods - catching to men have Sex - White and Black - did so !  

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      Now they were due any minute. He soon saw Kevin's car and two very tired looking college boys dragging luggage to the house. "Dad." Kevin said as he hugged his father. "Kevin, welcome home." "Dad, this is Greg." Kevin said as an introduction. "Hello sir." Greg added. "No, call me Brad. I hate being called sir or mister." "Okay, Brad it is." Brad shook Greg's hand and noticed something on his breath and on his upper lip. Brad was very perceptive and he knew the smell and look of stale cum when it was there, no matter how faint. He got the vibe right away, Greg is just as gay as he was and Kevin did not know. He was told that they would stop to sleep at a rest stop and Brad knew Greg must have stepped out for a quickie. Greg blushed, he knew what Brad knew. "You guys must be hungry and tired. I have some food in the kitchen then you can wash up and get to sleep." It was pretty late and they had plenty of time. 

      After a couple of days Kevin went to visit his mom and it was Brad and Greg alone. The first day Brad decided to spend it by his pool. It was hot. He put on trunks and some suntan lotion and went to his patio chair. Greg joined him. The two got along real well. Brad wanted to ask the question when they were alone. "So, you are gay like me?" "Yeah. I have known for years." "Why have you never told Kevin?" "As weird as it sounds, it has never come up. Neither of us are partiers, we stick to studies. We both are taking hard core classes and neither of us want to fuck up our grades. So we have spent what little time off we had watching movies and stuff. I know it will not be bad for him to find out. He loves you and cannot stop bragging about you. My family has either died or forced me out so Kevin became the person I just hung out with and we just don't do anything that made coming out a big deal." Brad seemed to be pouring his heart out. "What about you. I know enough to know that you are a gift giver from your tattoos." He had a biohazard and scorpion tat on his chest. Brad laughed, "You don't do anything?" "I never said that, I am too busy most of the time. I still sneak a peak online and hit a gloryhole when I need relief. It is just very rare." Brad looked at Greg, I mean really looked, for the first time. This this, well built young man was beautiful. The attraction was there but would it could it lead anywhere? Brad had rules with sex, no condoms and no pulling out. He was a dominate top and that was that. Would Greg be into this and what would he tell his son. Greg leaned in and kissed Brad. Fuck it, he will think of something. 
      Brad grabbed Greg's hands, "Let's take this to the bedroom." They got there in record time and were naked and making out right away. Greg kissed his way down Brad's body. When he reached Brad's dick he kissed the head then started to suck it. Brad moved into a 69 position and returned the favor. When they were both nice and hard Brad grabbed some lube and rubbed some on his finger. He inserted it into Greg's ass both lubing and priming it up. Brad could tell that this would be his first time taking anything in his ass. Well it was too late now Brad pushed his mushroom head against Greg's virgin hole and pushed himself into it. Greg whimpered as his ass opened and spread to accommodate this invader. Greg looked like he was experiencing a mixture of pain, fear and ecstasy. Brad loved that look on a boy getting his ass roughed up for the first time. He fucked Greg hard. Greg was now moaning. Brad was going to make sure the bug took effect. Because he used so little lube and was in by force more than anything Greg's insides were tearing. Nothing too bad but enough for him to accept the gift of Brad's precious seed and all it's toxicity. Greg was now cumming all over his chest and belly. Brad scooped up all of it and fed it to Greg. "No sperm gets wasted with me." "Yes." "No, no, no yes Daddy." "Yes Daddy. Fuck me Daddy, poz me Daddy, make me your poz cum slut Daddy." With that Brad could take no more. He shot a load right into Greg's ass. "I am not done yet." "Daddy, please give me more." "Of course baby. Daddy loves to share his seed with the willing." Brad pumped more into Greg. This continued until Brad had nothing left. He inserted a specially made butt plug to keep in as much as possible. He fed Greg the rest. This was just the start of the day. After getting some rest, as well as food and water, they were right back at it. This was pretty much the whole day. The two were becoming more than a fuck buddies. They were a couple.
      In just 2 days they were like a married couple, who were open and one called the other daddy. Brad was still not sure how he would explain it to Kevin but he was not due home for two more weeks. They had Greg tested quickly by a doctor was was a client of Brad's service and got it done as soon as possible. Between Brad'd HVL and as many loads as Greg took he was shown to be poz. They celebrated by getting Brad his first tattoo and going home to fuck some more. They were so excited they threw their clothes all over the house as they ran to the room. After their fuck fest they both fell asleep in each others' arms. They woke up together kissed and were both starting to rub each other's cocks when they heard a shout, "What the hell is this?" 
      Part 2 is written, should I share it?
    • By tightwranglers
      Moderator's Note: "Race Play" is a thing. It's fine as a fantasy in fictional stories. It's NOT OK in real life unless both people are into it.
      FIRST TIME STORY. Its fiction so be kind in your critique. 
       
      The nigger texted my dad.  Jack make yourself free and give me a call. 
      Jack excused himself, said he needed to run an errand and left his wife at the dinner table.
      A groveling masculine voice answered. The nigger told my dad, I know you can tell by voice I’m not some sissy white man, but a big dick nigger.  I’m sending you a pic to your phone. Look at it.   Any guesses what that is, yeah it’s my big dick breaching the hole of a hairy white man’s ass.
      Try and keep your dick in your pants, that poor white hole is your son’s. Yeah, I’ve been tracking him for a while. Knew he was the son of yours, knew you hated us niggers, thought nothing funnier that ruining his hole with nigger dick and knocking him up with so much nigger seed you’ll be having black grand babies for years.
      You should have told him that wearing tight wranglers only makes that fat ass he inherited from you even more tempting. Wasn’t’ hard to get a bunch of my buddies to want to fuck him after I showed them pics. Even more wanted to join after I told him his daddy was a nigger hating cop.
      Was easy to get him back to my basement. Dumb kid thinks with his dick, goes to the bookstore to get his dick sucked through the gloryholes once a week. He really should have made sure the door was locked. Was easy for Vince to get into the booth.  Kids pants were already down to his boots, and ass exposed. Vince says he was shocked when he saw this rough faced black beast come into his booth. And even more shocked when he felt Vince lean into his back and force Josh’s cock deeper into the mouth on the other side of the gloryhole. Kid was distracted by the deep throating long enough to not notice Vince grabbing a shard form his pocket and see him spit on his finger. but he certainly didn’t miss that shard being shove roughly up his hole.  Apparently dumb bitch tried to buck Vince away at that point. Once that shit was absorbed it was easy to manipulate him. Pulled his jeans back up and drove him in his pretty new truck back to my place.
      Whore was glassy eyed by the time we got him inside. Feeling so euphoric he didn’t question anything just followed 5 dark brothers into my dingy basement. He sat like a little obedient bitch on that ratty couch between two buddies. They just got smirks on their faces and ripped his shirt off, pulled his boots off, yanked his jeans off too. Kid must have a jock fetish cause he was wearing a grey jock. We did care about his dick so we left that on. I told my boys to put his cowboy boots back on him. I wanted to rest them on my shoulder next to my face. I wanted him to think of me every time he wore his boots, Think of the bull nigger that tore up his hole, raped him raw, breed him deep and knocked up him. You should have seen that pretty light hole swallow my cock. Ill give it to him he grunted and took the pain like a man. Once I had opened up him a little bit I grabbed my tina laced lube and coated my cock and plunged back into that bitch. I wanted him so high that he would associate new levels of pleasure with being filled by black cock. He took to his like fish to water the tina had him moaning in no time.
      Funny thing is your bitch son might be gay but he certainly doesn’t get fucked a lot, when I blew my charged up load into that hole and pulled out it was pink with blood. I literally tore him up. We all got a good laugh at that. My boys know I don’t shoot blanks, my loads been strong as shit ever since the meds got too expensive.
      After I dropped my nut it was a free for all. Nobody wasted their time with his mouth. All of us can get BJ anytime, we wanted some redneck ass. By the way, a good nigger always nuts in a hole, we spread our seed. Your boy took 12 loads last night.
      Now look closer at the pic. Notice how red and puffy that hole is, that’s what a bunch of big dicks will do over a few hours to a hole. We cunted your boy. Boy must be sore, and you must be eager to get us to stop using your son. Here is the deal.  We know how much you hate niggers let alone fags, so you need to meet us at the preserve in 15 minutes. That is if you don’t want your cop buddies and fire department friends to see this shit. Don’t worry we won’t touch you, we just want to see your face as we defile your kid one last time.
    • By ftmbristolukfun
      At last I was turning 18. My brother  and transexual pre op sister told me about a party going on and we all felt like celebrating.
      "I wanna loose my virginity at this party" I told my siblings. "It will be more fun if you're blindfolded on the bed when we get there" said my sister.
      The night came and my parents wished us luck told us to enjoy ourselves and let them know if we were staying over.
      We arrived to lots of loud erotic music. Most of the party goers were naked, some watching while others had hot passionate sex. This was a no condoms allowed zone because this was a "get pregnant" party.
      Soon my siblings and I were naked. We went to the cellar dungeon where my sister started kissing me. "I didn't know you liked me that way" I said to her. "Yeah you're hot" she said. To tease me she tied me up and blindfolded me to the bed. The music was loud and my pussy was dripping wet. "I need lots of cum in my fertile pussy" I said to my siblings. They left to find some willing cocks.
      I heard footsteps and felt hands on my pussy and my boobies. Some wanted ass play as well. I'd heard sex was better with a double penetration. One in each of my lower holes. So I told them I was ready "cum in both my lower holes" I said to them.
      I felt them teasing my ass and pussy with their cocks. "I want this I'm so ready, pop my cherries" I said to them. Before I knew it they were pounding me, it felt so good. I wanted to have my siblings cum in me. But these were anonymous.
      Hot passionate sex endured all night. We all fell asleep on the bed together. A few hours later I heard my brother and sisters voices. "We wanna give you lots of babies" they said. "Please do would love you both in my pussy" I replied.
      "You mean in your pussy again? We were your anonymous lovemakers and we love you" they replied.
      I took off my blindfold to find them both cuddling my naked body. We had a great time together. Lots of sucking, playing and sex.
      We got dressed to go home. "Hope you both made your sister pregnant" my dad said as he greeted us. "This was your 18th birthday present and I'm here for your pussy if you would like to try someone bigger" he said pulling down his trousers revealing his cock. It was the biggest I had felt.
      Dad took me to the bedroom and stretched my pussy with his massive cock. "Let what made you breed you" he said to me as we made love. It felt so good, so passionate and so loving. He was to give me babies later on followed by my cousin.
       

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