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Concerning the guy in photo #1:
Hot Day at the Beach
I saw this guy standing in the water on the nude beach and my knees turned to jelly. Instantly I was in lust with this sex-sensational creature. I saw him again later, wearing a tight Speedo and packing a big bulge, where he met and lounged around with a couple he knew. He apparently had no companion attached to him -- a hopeful sign, I thought. I waited, it seemed for hours, for him to split with his friends and I trailed him to the dressing room. By great good fortune my locker was within view of his, so I could follow his movements. He didn't shower and simply pulled on a tight T and jeans (nothing under!!!) and slipped into moccasins. I made certain that I was dressed, too, in time to follow him out of the bathhouse and into the parking lot. Other people were around so he could not have been aware that I was expressly tailing him.
He walked back and back in the lot and eventually he approached a red pickup truck -- exactly the right vehicle for such a macho guy. Now I had to screw up my courage and do something to get his attention before he could get in and drive off. What should I do? I had to think fast and settled on the obvious: "Hey," I called out. He looked in my direction, blankly. "Hey, my friend,” I called out again, "Wouldja help me with some directions?" Then I had to think what to ask for that would take enough time for me to get right beside him. He looked a little impatient with my halting him, but he was at least gonna cooperate. "Yeah?'” As I got close to him I knew I had to get in this guy's pants if I possibly could, but I intuited that he could be easily antagonized, even become hostile, so I had to be careful. I managed to trump up a question about directions and while he was answering I tried to figure out what to say to change the subject, to the subject I had in mind.
"Thanks a lot," I replied when he finished, and he turned to get in his truck. "But I would also like to ask you something else." He looked back, with a wary expression, and I began to fear I was going to get into a violent situation. "What I would like to ask you is, , , well, er . . . oh, shit, how should I say it? Which is, man, I would really, really like to suck your dick. I think you have a great bod and you are so sexy I am going wild to get my face in your crotch." He sneered, "Sorry, dude, but I'm straight." "I assumed you are," I replied, "but from my point of view straight is even better. Besides, you won't be the queer one; it's just me, who'd be doing the sucking. But I have to tell you, man, I really, really want to suck your cock and I promise it will be the best blow job you've ever had. Just let me get into your truck with you and you open your fly and I will make you the most relaxed man in town." "No fucking way, dude, I ain't no queer." "Yeah, we both know you're not but I need your cock, man, I need you to cum in my pussy mouth, I need to swallow your manly spunk."
He paused, hesitating, shuffling his feet a bit and looking down at the ground. A good sign, I thought, at least he is considering it. "Please, please, please, man, please let me be your pussy faggot. You can talk dirty to me, as dirty as you like--call me bad names and shit. Just let me worship your muscles by sucking your cock." I had to beg a bit more, but eventually he got into his truck and opened the passenger door. "You'll have to suck me here and hope nobody sees us." He opened his fly and pulled down his jeans a bit. That gorgeous cock lay on his leg. Then he thought of a better way, slipping into the passenger seat and having me turn at the same time and kneel on the floor. It was a tight fit and he reached down and pulled the lever to move the seat back. Then he lowered the back of the seat and slid down out of view while my face was right over his crotch.
"OK, pussy, man, get to work. Suck that dick and suck it good. Show me just how good a cocksucker you are. Show me how much you like being a queer." Man, I was in heaven, worshiping this dude and looking him straight in the eye as I sucked. He went on with the dirty talk, telling me about girls he had fucked, virgins he had popped, even a couple of girls he had knocked up. His muscles alone were enough to set me on fire, but the dirty talk just made it hotter. I wanted to make this last as long as I could, but I realized there was actually some danger of getting caught, so I worked as efficiently as I knew how. The taste of pre cum let me know it was proceeding as planned. He grunted and even groaned a bit under his breath, so I could tell he was enjoying it. Then his cock stiffened and I knew I was about to get my reward. That was when he pressed down on the back of my head and pushed his cock into the top of my throat, humping upward as fast as he could. Years of experience came to my rescue and I was able to handle getting my face fucked without gagging. Then he exploded and I got a mouthful of sweet-salty man cream. I moaned in appreciation and sucked as hard as I could to give him the benefit of a few more spasms of orgasm and empty his balls in me.
"Oh, man that was fucking great!" I exclaimed as I pulled off. "Fuckin'-A" he responded, "queers do have their usefulness. But it's over now, bud, so get the fuck outta my truck and take your pussyness somewheres else." It’s perverse of me I know, but I really dig abuse of that kind from a straight guy. As I scrambled away from his truck, back to my little Corolla, I was incandescent with joy. I had actually bagged this hot dude – and in a public place, too!
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