I had fa Grindr meet with a boy in his early twenties. Before we met he stressed he was quite short. But when he came over he was barely 5 feet tall but with a hot defined slim smooth body. I look like a huge gorilla next to him. We got buck naked and I put him on his belly and buried my face in his small but beautiful ass. My cock isn’t massive but when I mounted him and pressed my cock between his ass cheeks it looked enormous. I fucked him in all positions and I seeded him when he was on his back looking into my face. I really to off on the size difference between us. We're fucking again tonight. Why do other men think?
2 fun, pervy, sleazy pigs (1 bottom & 1 vers) looking for top fuckers to cum seed the bottom's hole this Sunday evening 11/29 at the Bay Bridge Inn. All breeders are welcome. Anon is great. The bottom can be blindfolded and ass up ready for you to use his hole. Sleazy, piggy, pervy a + but will take your load regardless of your scene. Message for room info.
How much do other men enjoy the anticipation of being fucked. In august, I was waiting on my bed doggy, ass lubed, jocked, for an anon alpha. I heard him open my door and climb the stairs to my bedroom - man even that got me hard. He walked in my room and said, fukkin beaut ass, I’m gunna enjoy this. His voice was deep and course - the kind of military voice the commands respect. I listened to him undress - he took off a heavy belt, kicked off his boots and slid his jeans down. All the time I’m waiting to be penetrated. He walked over to me and I felt his body pressing on mine. I could telll he was wearing a jockstrap. He rubbed his junk on my ass for a bit then stepped back. He stepped forward again and I felt his hands on me as he clamped the pouch of his jock over my face. Man it was still hot from his balls and smelled amazing. It was a hot day so he was dripping sweat. Then I felt his cock rubbing on my hole, he gripped my ass and forced it up my hole. It was fukkin painful, but his grunts and moans told me he was enjoying my ass so any pain I felt was secondary to his lust. I was just.a hot hole to him. He pumped me hard, seeded me and pulled out. Told me I was a decent fuck and to be available to him when he needed milking. With that he left. He’s fucked me several times since and I still haven’t seen his face.
From my earliest moment of sexual awakening, I knew something was happening to me. My body was maturing and my mind was taking on thoughts of sex as well as assembling, processing, and storing what I saw in my family, relatives, and even in the public be it in person or via television. I continued to process and refine. I finally knew without a doubt that I was a homosexual--gay. My seeing certain if not most men stimulated my psyche and libido. I became aroused realizing that my pulse had increased, my breathing came in shallow draws, a light sweat appeared on my body, my balls rolled around in their home, my cock pressure intensified on my underwear, and my eyes transfixed on my latest man of desire for the moment.
At this same time, I had heard the catcalls and teasing given to perceived gay boys my age. I had heard the sneering remarks and ridicule given to my own kind. As tactfully as possible, I dissuaded most of the crowd with which I ran to turn to other matters at hand such as class assignments when at school, moving on to our intended destination (movie, swimming hole, ice cream, etc.), and athletic events when at competitions. I was a member of the cross country and swim team at my high school. Nothing of a super star--just an average runner and swimmer that allowed me to exercise and rid myself of some frustrating times.
I was still growing but at a slower pace hitting the six-foot mark with muscles from running and swimming but also from the work that I did on my family's farm. I kept 160 pounds permanently marked on our bath room scales. I'm sure that part of that was from the black hair I sported all over my arms, legs, and chest. (It was not for nothing that several classmates called me "hairy ape" and "Neanderthal".) The full mat of black hair that covered my pubic region looked like The Black Forest with a darkened cut eight-inch slab of meat containing huge veins running along the top of it. It all went well with my blue eyes, dark skin--no one seems to know how that happened--short cropped hair, and the seemingly ever-present stubble of black hair on my face which hid my dimples mostly. I tell you all of this not out of pride necessarily, though I am proud, but to give you an idea of who I am.
Of course, during the summer I wore very little as I worked around the family farm. This only enhanced my dark skin. The work also improved on my muscles and strength. One of the three ponds on our farm gave me the opportunity to swim to keep up my skill for competition but also was a problem in that they never contained clear water and didn't have the sides allowing me to push off to serve as my end of a lap. No complaints; just making an observation.
So, once I hit high school, I found that there was a rumour mill that gave information to anyone who was plugged into it. Naturally, everything reported was always the truth--even when it wasn't and could be proved to be less than factually accurate. There was always some new topic that would pop up and make the rounds though. One had to decide for one's self if such was true as there just wasn't any real proof one way or another. Which led to a topic that got started about mid-year.
The grapevine got all noisy late January. No one knows or admits to starting the information around the school. The topic was the local YMCA which was located downtown of course. No one could explain--nor did anyone ask--how the information was obtained but the word spread that the Y had a steam room where queers would hook up and suck cock. Now, that both excited me and made me skeptical as usual of the accuracy of the information. I just could not fathom that as a reality. The rumour kept up for about a month with it slowly fading out in importance to other more pressing high school factual rumours. However, I filed the information away for possible future reference and investigation if the opportunity arose.
So, here I was a relatively new admitted gay male who had finally found out a meeting place for other males like myself. I had no clue when I could act on such information but knew that the first opportunity that availed itself for such I would investigate.