The Penis Soliloquies: Hombres

Friday, January 30, 2009

Hombres

5 comments:

Y said...: Hombres perfectos!!!; January 30, 2009 at 8:00 AM
Leatherpigboy said...: love the last guy he is well packed; January 30, 2009 at 10:41 AM
Anonymous said...: Concerning #1:

After the financial preliminaries, this magnificent stud shed his clothes. Completely revealed before me, I recognized that the concierge in the lobby had fully understood my needs and had outdone himself in finding a suitable "assistant".

His stern expression was slightly menacing, enough to make the encounter a clandestine thrill, but it soon became clear that he would accommodate all my desires. I beckoned to him to come closer to where I was sitting, on the bed, where I could have access in full comfort, but he stood his ground, forcing me to approach him on my knees.

At close range I perceived that he had anointed his crotch with a spicy unguent, the aroma of which fueled my already flaming desire. He left it up to me to make all the moves. I leaned forward and ran my tongue around his swelling glans. His shaft responded stiffly and I opened my lips to receive it. As I did so I lost my balance and fell forward, so that his full erection passed through my mouth and down into my throat, so deeply that I thought I would choke. My lips were at the base of his penis and my forehead pressed against his steely abdomen. He chortled.

Embarrassed by my awkwardness, I pulled back to regain my balance. Then, to brace myself I reached behind his buttocks and cupped them in my hands. As I resumed my oral advance he clasped the back of my head with his hands. Then he pulled me to him as he thrust his pelvis forward. Within moments he was fucking my face. Fortunately for my sake, he began gently and slowly, so that I was able to adjust to the thickness inside me. Even so, he pressed to the hilt with every stroke. He grunted and groaned with satisfaction, which, naturally, fed my lust, and I moaned appreciatively.

The more symbiotic our participation became the faster he thrust. It was becoming a wild ride and I began to fear I could not take all that he meant to give. I realized that I now had the proverbial tiger by the tail and it was up to me to deal. This man was no piker. Seemingly aware that the concierge would almost certainly be informed if satisfaction was not had for his substantial fee, he expertly varied his rhythm in order to retard his physical climax. And so it was that this challenging feast lasted for as much time as my jaws were likely to hold out.

When at last he violently trembled, growling with male lust, I knew I would soon receive my reward.
Double cream would not be too extravagant a term for the gigantic gush of warm thick man juice that coursed into my mouth, sweet but also a little gamey tasting, the seed of a truly virile man. I did not want to lose a drop, so I sucked and swallowed in quick succession as forcefully as I could. it was heaven to be in a worshipful stance before this mighty human animal. I moaned and moaned like a helpless pussy. I looked up into his eyes with numb gratitude.

He perceived that such servitude from one man to another -- especially in a situation that would have reversed our relationship in a former day -- was the servitude of a man who lives to service other men. So he lifted me up, grabbed my arm, and led me to the bathroom. He opened the shower door and ushered me inside, then pressed down on my shoulders until I was kneeling before him. There was no time for me to think about whether or not I wanted the inevitable to happen. For in a moment a warm stream of golden rain was directed onto my uplifted face. He grabbed my hair to hold me in place and pissed all over me. I was enthralled. Then he turned around and planted his behind on my face. I held his hips and kissed his anus, nothing more, but it sealed my worshipful appreciation of this dark god.

While I was under the shower he departed, as he had come. I called the concierge desk to express my satisfaction with services rendered. Then, lying on my bed I realized that this encounter had gotten me all aroused but had not involved my own release. So I dressed and went down to the lobby and asked the concierge if a reverse of the service I had received could be arranged. He picked up his phone and talked to someone in a way I could not hear or understand. But then he smiled and winked and said, "Take that elevator over there to the basement. When you get there go out to the right and through the second door on your left."

What awaited me was as exciting as what I had enjoyed before. That is how I came to be in the second photo.; January 30, 2009 at 11:01 AM
Koba said...: Bravo, Rocco! Well done! I'm hard and horny and eagerly awaiting the soliloquy for No. 2! Well done indeed!; January 30, 2009 at 7:39 PM
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