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The latinboyz portrait captures the central point, of how a simple dose of penispith can revive a guy whose flat on his back. Meanwhile, my town's committee of public safety could learn a thing or two from the last guy, on the persuasiveness of lubed cock, crown exfoliated and urethra engorged between caverns of soothing density, over a tacky nightstick.
nice set of hot pics!
love your blog here. Just a great assortment of men and actions. Keep up the good work.
Thanks guys! Glad you like!
Concerning #2:
I was thrilled when I opened the plain envelope that came in the mail. It contained an invitation I could only have hoped for, to join a really neat club of macho men who get together on weekends for rappelling, spelunking, and other similar kinds of risky adventure. When I arrived for the initiation, I found a group of 23 guys in jeans, black muscle Ts, and mountain boots. I felt really honored to be the 24th in a this group that is strictly limited to that number.
After introductions the leader called the group to order for my initiation. He told me to stand by this blue divan, as the rest of the group gathered in a circle from either end of it. The leader then brought in a small table with a glass cup on it and placed it in the center. Then he told me to strip completely and kneel on the divan, facing outward. I thought to myself, "This is gonna be some kind of weird ceremony, but I guess I'll stick with it 'cause I really want to be in this club."
The leader the told me in front of the group that the highest ideals of the club are loyalty to the group and absolute discretion about its activities, "because," he said, "we are a band of brothers."
I had to affirm that I would subscribe to this code.
He added that we would hold no secrets from each other, which was the reason now that I had to be nude in front of them. Then the leader handed me a tube of lube and told me to rub myself and start jacking off. Meanwhile, that was the signal for the others to open their jeans, pull out their cocks and start jacking off with me. Well, I had been in a couple of circle jerks as a kid, but nothing like this, with a bunch of mature young men.
Somehow some rhythmic recorded music began in the background as we all pulled on our cocks. "This is fucking bizarre," I thought to myself, "but what the hell..." So I got with the program. I scarcely noticed that the others were purposely not going as fast as me. When at last I tensed to cum, the attentive leader brought the cup to my cock to catch my seed. Then he moved back and forth among the others as they reached orgasm, catching all their ejaculate. When the last had finished the cup was more than half full.
Then the leader held up the cup and pronounced, "Collected here is the sacred sperm of every man of our group, the life fluid of this band of brothers. To complete your induction as a fellow member you are to drink it all, taking into you the essence of all your fellows."
Without all that had preceded this moment I might well have said, "Fuck you!" and walked out. But the ceremony had somehow gotten to me, and I really really wanted to be in this group, so I took the cup and slowly raised it to my lips. Still warm, thick, creamy, and redolent of the fertile odor that attends a healthy young man's crotch, the very prospect of drinking this down almost made me gag. But I thought, "Well, I've come this far; I might as well go the whole distance, if all these guys have done it before me." So I lifted the cup and started pouring it in. I had to force myself to swallow, but somehow I did. You see me in this picture just about to finish. I had been a little hasty, trying to get it over with, and as you can see some of it spilled down my body. But as I drained the cup, I was then instructed to wipe off the spill and lick it from my fingers.
As the last drop went down, the group exploded into cheers and applause, and they gathered 'round to shake my hand and hug me. The rest was a wild drunken party with all of us still nude. It was during that celebration that I learned what the activities of the group are when the day's adventure have been finished and the camp life begins.
What a club! I can see why the guys are sad when, at age 33, they are forced to resign and face the rest of their lives outside, most often with wives and children. Thank goodness, I have ten years to go.
Just like Scheherazade, rocco! You rock, my man! GREAT story!
Concerning #7:
I could scarcely believe what I was about to do. But I had had no cock for more than two weeks and I was about to go out of my mind with horniness. I almost trembled as I turned off the interstate at a huge rest stop, one where many cars and more truck paused for whatever. I parked my Corolla and headed toward the men's room, hoping I would not be the only one using it.
Well, when I got inside this magnificent bear, whom I recognized could scarcely be other than a trucker, was taking a mighty piss at the urinal. I could hear the heavy stream hitting the porcelain all the way from the door. He was standing a couple of feet back from the facility, so that when I cam alongside and started fishing out my own dick I could see his huge fuck tool -- also that it was uncut, which turns me on every time. I couldn't help but stare. Unconsciously I did not care if he caught me staring, but I was scared nevertheless because, as I already said, I had never done this before and I did not know how he was likely to react. He could be violent, he could alert a cop, or he could just embarrass the hell out of me in front of the next guy(s) to come in. But he didn't.
Instead, he turned so as to be directly frontal to me, just as you see him here in the pic. He just stood there, eared back in self-confident male pride, wantonly displaying his sexual organs, not to mention his muscled torso and arms and that mazing hirsute covering. He cleared his throat with a deep rumble, just standing there. Transfixed, I could not decide what I should do next when he barked, "You like what you see, young fella?"
What was I supposed to say? i knew this was the moment of truth, the make or break instant, but I could not get a sound out of my mouth. Instead, I just nodded. "You want some a this?" he grunted.
I hesitated and he demanded "Well.... Do you?" Finally I was able to mumble "Uh huh, I mean yes, er, yes sir!" "He responded, "You think you can handle all this? I don't do gentle." Screwing up my courage I said meekly, "I'd like to try," whereupon he said, "Buddy, if you start with me there's no bailing out; you're gonna be there for the whole ride." I knew if I said no I would regret it always, so I ventured, "I'm read. Can we go to your rig?" "Come on, then, let's get a move on."
The walk in the dark out to his rig was one of the longest I have ever taken, realizing that I was taking a huge chance and didn't really know what was going to take place. We pass a number of truck, many with their drivers in place, watching this incongruous pair pass the and knowing the score of trucker life. Some turned on their headlights and I almost felt as if I were being run through a suspect lineup. Finally we got to his rig. He tole me to go to the passenger side, then he mounted the steps opened his door and got in. It was maybe half a minute when nothing more happened before he opened the door on my side. I started to climb up and he reached out and grabbed my hand to pull me up. I was suddenly aware that I was touching him for the first time. His hand was big and hardened from heavy work and I was made aware that his was a very different physical existence from my own.
Once inside, i was aware of the spicy odor of his body. And when he move close to me I could feel the heat of his vigorous body. He didn't waste any time unzipping his jeans and pulling them down to give access, just as I has seen him in the rest room.
When I hesitated he put his hand behind my head and pulled my face down to his crotch. The aroma around his foreskin was not the spiciness of his body and was much stronger. I thought I might not be able to cope, but put the tip of my tongue inside and then ran it round and round. He grunted with satisfaction and I became bolder, taking his cock head between my lips and then going down on the shaft. He quickly hardened and I became more excited. I boldly pressed down, down to the hilt, and pressed. The more I got the more I wanted. I sucked as hard as I could and even pulled up making loud slurping sounds to intensify the effect.
he loved it, but soon had me move to his balls.
I was headed back to his cock when the whole scene changed.
Namely, he had me get with him in the bed behind the seat and helped to strip me. then he pushed me on my back and raise my legs to his shoulders and pressed his cock head against my tight pucker. I can't recall all the details just afterward because it hurt so much. but the upshot is that he fucked me roughly for quite a long while before he exploded deep inside me. By then he had been close on top of me and his sweat was all over me. It was beyond anything I had known before, but it introduced me to a whole new world.
Nowadays, when I'm feeling a strong urge, I always head to the truck stop. I've never failed to find a real man to make me feel like the pussy slut that iI have become.
I was
You should see the bulge in my jeans, young fella!
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