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Thursday, September 26, 2013
It was a long and winding road on the way to getting my ass stuffed with two throbbing cocks for the first time, but bear with me. Here’s how it finally happened:
After my girl, Alicia, got off her work early on Thursday, I went over to her apartment and we watched our 49ers kick some St. Louis Ram butt on TV.
I should explain that I am in a semi-open long-term relationship (just over 8 years) with a stud of a man, named John. We enjoy the occasional sexual company of one or more of four other men- three he knew before we committed, and one who was a fuckbuddy of mine. A couple of years ago, I talked to John about wanting to explore sex with women. Though he had no interest in puss himself, he gave me the green light.
Some people know this about me, and some people (at least until now) don’t. At this point, I don’t give much of a fucking damn.
I had a wonderful, sex-only relationship with a girl much younger than me until the end of last year, but she and her boyfriend decided they were ready to tie the knot and have k**s. I was back on the hunt. I met Alicia this past January at my gym, Fitness SF, where she had just joined. She was divorced with a grown girl, and fresh out of a 2-year lesbian relationship that had simply lost its spark. What started as me wise-cracking and sometimes working out with her while she took a spin class, ended up in a hot sexual relationship after a few weeks of getting to know each other.
Anyway, Alicia’s sexy 21-year old daughter sat on the floor while we cuddled on the couch looking at the game. We sopped up Alicia’s slow-cooked, skillet-crisped pork shoulder- what she called “carnitas”- with some flour tortillas. The girls were sipping cold white wine while I was wrapping my lips around frosty bottles of MGD. During commercials, I’d hop on out to her balcony for a quick smoke, and Alicia would yell at me to shut to door. It was a pretty nice evening by San Francisco standards; I figured she just wanted me to close the door so I wouldn’t hear them talking about me while I was out there. Soon after we hooked up, I learned that Alicia and her girl loved poking fun at me behind my back, but I tried to be a good sport about it.
Not too long after the second half got started, the game was pretty much in 49er control; we’d go on to a 35-11 victory. Alicia’s daughter decided it was as good a time as any to bug out and go over to her Dad’s place, where she was spending the night. As the game was wrapping up, I cleared out the living room and headed into her small kitchen to get things cleaned up and put away. I went out on her balcony, sat down on the chaise lounge and lit up a cigar. Not much later, Alicia came out, fresh from her shower, wearing a sexy teddy. She lay down between my legs and over my chest. While I was smoking, we kissed and made out. I loved fondling her big Mexican American boobs and sucking her nipples, blowing cigar smoke in her cleavage. Pretty soon, she had my fly open and was going down on my dick. She’s in her mid-40’s and I’m just 50, but we enjoy acting like teenagers with raging hormones.
We got up after awhile and went into her bedroom. She slipped off her negligee, while I kicked off my boots, pulled my t-shirt over my head, took off my jeans and sat down on the edge of her bed. As usual, I left my socks on. She knelt between my knees and stroked and sucked my dick and swallowed my freshly shaved gonads. Every once in awhile, she’d stop and come in real close, taking my dick between her titties and rolling it around with all her slobber. It made me feel so damn good and was just one reason I’d taken up fucking females a couple years ago. I got her up and put her on her back on the bed, spread her and ate her pussy out just like she told me she enjoys it- two middle fingers inserted fingering her sizable clitoris and flicking my tongue and then licking her labia. Like always, she was turned on in no time and was rubbing herself real hot. Not long after, she’s dripping wet and rolled me onto my back where she mounted my cock. We were bouncing on that bed fucking like a rodeo or something. We really got after it in a bunch of our favorite positions and after a couple hours while I was dogging her, I couldn’t take it anymore and shot my load deep inside her drenched cunt, soaking her real good with my batter.
“Here, baby, here,” I shouted to her after I injected my last drop of spunk inside her, drew out and got on my knees.
Right away, she was on her stomach taking my dick back in her mouth, sucking and licking off every damn drop of her juice and my semen. When she lay back after my cock finally went soft, I stuck my fingers in her pussy and licked them off. I lay over her, my arms around her and we locked tongues, totally spent. Or at least, I thought we were spent…
“Go outside and finish your smoke, Guy,” she told me as she got out of bed. “I’m gonna freshen up.”
On the way to her balcony, I poked my head in her kitchen. The blue lights on the microwave said it was after midnight.
“Well, fuck!” I thought to myself, “it’s fucking late!”
Normally, I wouldn’t care how late it was. This being Leather Week in San Francisco, though, my other half, John, and I had reservations for the annual Dungeon Tour for Friday, visiting the hottest gay sex hell holes in San Francisco. Since it would run from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m., and I had every intention of getting in some nasty fucking with my man afterwards, so I was hoping to get in a little shut-eye tonight.
But Alicia had other plans tonight. By the time I finished off my stogie and went back into her room, I recognized that I was going to be paying my “fuck boy” dues tonight. That’s what Alicia’s daughter had taken to calling me: “Mom’s fuck boy”, or “Mom’s fuck daddy”… depending on how much she wanted to irritate me. I know it sounds shitty, but one of these days I really want to fuck the two of them together; hell, I can cum hands-free just thinking about it!
Long story short, Alicia was still naked, laying back on her pillows with a bottle of lube in one hand and greasing up her asshole with her other.
“Fuck me, baby” she said. “Do my pink asshole like you did my pussy.”
Even though her ass has a dark honey hue, she really does have the hottest pink asshole. It was so funny the first time I cornholed her; I could have sworn she took her favorite lipstick and painted her rim with it!
I always fuck her in the missionary position or from behind with her leg up when I’m taking her big butt. No particular reason except that to me, doggy style is just too masculine and makes me think of fucking a man.
I got in bed between her legs to where I could hoist her knees over my shoulders and get her ass in my face. I spread her butt cheeks and spit thick ‘gar honkers toward her hole and rubbed it in real good. I put some in the palm of my hand too and jerked my boner until it was raging hard. At first, I was fucking her hole while she held her ankles spread on either side of my shoulders, nursing and biting her erect nipples. Then I got behind her and while she wagged her leg in the air, plowed her nice warm shitpipe while she turned her head back toward me and we kissed. I bit her lips and spit in her mouth like she was a fucking guppy coming to the surface for food.. It was fucking hot, and I was balls deep inside her drilling her ass… she fucking loved it!
“Baby, you want my cum in your ass” I shouted when I was finally ready to blow.
Before I knew it, she rolled over and put her face in my groin. While she jerked my dick real hard and licked off the head of my cock, I shot a load so urgent that I swear I heard sirens going off! She swallowed my boner to my short-hairs while I was still exploding. When she gagged a little bit and some of my spunk came out of her mouth, I scooped it up with two fingers and fed it to her. Then I licked my fingers off, kicked back and took several deep breaths. Man!
“Guy… Guy,” she kept whispering in my ear and licking it. I could smell my own jizz.
It couldn’t have been more than five minutes later that I was out like a light… probably snoring like a fucking buzz saw!
Friday, September 27, 2013
Yeah, yeah, yeah- hold your fucking wiener… I’m getting to the good part!
I didn’t even hear the alarm clock go off at 5.a.m. Alicia shook me and told me that coffee was on. I didn’t even take a fucking shower- just put my clothes in my gym back and put my gym gear on so I’d be ready when we got there. I went out to the balcony where she had a mug of coffee ready for me and lit up. I was still pretty spent from the night before, but I figured that working out at our gym would do me some good and I had a fun evening with my John to look forward to tonight
I was lucky enough to find a spot in the parking lot on Townsend Street right across the street from the gym. She headed off to her spin class after giving me a peck on my cheek. I parked my bag in the locker room and got busy with my 60-minute Friday workout… legs, glutes, lats, chest and arms. A buddy of mine who is a personal trainer there- and who went by the name Rik Hunter during his porn career at Titan Media, joked around with me when I stopped at the urinal before my cardio workout.
“You must have had a rough night,” he said, pointing at my neck. After I banged my dick on the bottom of the urinal like I always do, I walked over to the wall of mirrors above the sinks. Sure enough, two big fucking hickeys were under my jaw that Alicia had sucked onto me last night.
I got on my favorite stationary bike for my 30-minute cardio. Alicia appeared dressed for her job, and before she hurried out, gave me a peck on my cheek, said “Love you, babe”, and headed off to the Hall of Justice a few blocks away where she works. As I pedaled and looked at my morning TV addiction- CNBC- my sweat filled my nose with the ripe juices and cigar scent from fucking the night before. Smelled damn good to me, at least- maybe not so much to the yuppie bitch who was pedaling next to me who got up and moved a few bikes down. Like I gave a shit what that tiny-titted anorexic whore thought.
I showered and put my clothes on… wasn’t sure if I wanted to wash my smelly jock, shorts, string-tee and socks, so I just put them in my gym bag thinking I wouldn’t be working out again until Monday and I could decide then.
Alicia’s coffee and the Coke I sucked down after working out had me pretty wired when I got home. I leashed up our Springer, Squire, and we went for a leisurely job down the hill and back up after he took his poop. Back home, I stripped down my socks and checked in on-line. After chatting with some buddies on the sites I frequent and looking at some porn, realized I was more or less de-fused and ready for a nap. It was 11:00 a.m. or so, and I snoozed until 2 in the afternoon with Squire curled up on the floor beside our bed.
When I got up, I called the best fucking pizza joint down in Glen Park to make a reservation for 7 p.m., then horsed around until John came home. He’s usually at work by 6 a.m. for conference calls with Charlotte headquarters, but the good thing is that he is home well ahead of 5 p.m. Tonight was a little different, though, but we made our reservation and enjoyed littleneck clam pizza with some Chianti. We headed back home to get ourselves “geared up”. Naturally, we couldn’t resist sucking each other’s dicks, licking armpits and biting each other’s nipples, but eventually we got ourselves fucking ready. It was playful… even after these 8 years of being a couple, nobody’s company equals ours’ alone.
I got in our armoire and started tossing gear on the bed. I knew I wanted him in his black leather vest over his leather chest harness. I tossed out his draw-string, black leather chaps and my chain-metal jock. When he saw that, he complained and said he wanted me to wear the jock.
“Fuck, no,” I said, “you put it on!”
After he put everything on, I got his thick wooly socks and his motorcycle boots and put them on his feet. When he stood up, I slipped his dick out of the jock and sucked on it a little bit, then put his black cowboy hat on his head. And yeah, you’re right… when we’re together, we’re always going down on each other even if it’s not meant to end in climax.
“I gotta get ready,” I barked, “or we’ll be here all night!”
“Doesn’t bother me,” John said. “Seen one dungeon, you’ve seen ‘em all!”
All I knew was that I was wearing my Wesco boots and white Levi’s with button-up fly tonight. I pulled the boots out of the closet and took my jeans off their hanger. My black leather motorcycle jacket with an eagle embossed on the back caught my attention- hell, there was even a cigar sticking our of the zip chest pocket from the last time I wore it. Just putting my socks on made my dick swell, and John was right on my purple head, sucking it. I chucked and pushed him off so I could wrap my butt in my white jeans and button them up. I slipped into my chaps and closed the snaps around my legs. Gotta admit, I turned and looked in the mirror and my ass and basket hanging out of those black leather chaps in those tight white jeans looked sexy. I put the chain metal harness over my chest- the metal sparkled with the ink I have all over my chest, abdomen and arms. Then I threw my jacket over my shoulders but left the front unzipped.
John looked at me up and down. “Something’s missing,” he said.
He fished around in the top shelf of our closet and pulled down my black leather motorman’s cap, perching it on my shaved head.
“Almost perfect,” he said. Then he unbuttoned the last button on the placket of my white Levis.
“Just so everybody knows you are looking,” he said when he did it.
Fucking-A!!! I knew right away that tonight was gonna be a hell of a fucking three-way! If he was in the mood, I sure as hell was- like always!
We hit the first stop on the Dungeon Tour just after 10 p.m. Then the second spot shortly after 11. It was all fucking nice, but I’m sure you didn’t get this far to hear me give you a “Property brothers” description of the kink or a “Top Chef” review of the drinks and snacks. Suffice it to say, everybody went out of their way because it’s an annual benefit for the AIDS Emergency Fund and sort of a status symbol to be included. The 16 Association used to put it together and that’s how I get my invite- now that they’ve disbanded it’s just an informal group of guys like me who were members and want to benefit a good cause. Invitation only.
We worked our way up Market Street and took the tight curve up to the 300 block of Corbett. John used to have a fucking magnificent condo looking right over the City and we stopped right there. Turned out, the dude running the Edge bar in the Castro had bought the place and turned the fucking third level into his Dungeon!
It was so fucking hot. Men were sucking cock everywhere and the former master bathroom was filled with guys pissing on each other and fucking. Not a god damned condom in sight- my kind of party!
The owner had gutted the old master bedroom on that level and installed the most awesome play room- with the lights of San Francisco twinkling outside the glass doors leading to an expanded deck I knew so well from when John owned it. I walked out on the deck, thinking I would grab a smoke. Next thing I know, I felt a whip wrap around my throat with it’s butt square on my Adam’s apple. My cap got knocked off and a leather hood came down over me head. When I turned, I had the unmistakable smell of John’s armpits in my nose, and he forced me to my knees.
Somebody pulled my jacket off of me and then I felt fingers unbuttoning my jeans. My dick flopped out, but still, I couldn’t see what was happening because of the mask. Pretty quick, the zipper on the mouthpiece of the hood ripped open, catching hairs on my go-t. Before I knew it, a thick cock was in my mouth and a big hand on the back of my head. I would have gagged if I’d had the chance, but that man intended to skull fuck me and I couldn’t do anything but open my throat and enjoy the unfamiliar mouth that was blowing my cock down below while I kneeled there in the dark night. Somebody else was putting his knuckle up my ass behind me- totally unexpected but hell, I wasn’t resisting any-fucking-thing!
At one point, I reached up and took that massive cock out of my mouth and coughed real hard. My slobber was covering my face and as I rolled over on my back, somebody pulled my legs up, took off my boots and stripped off my jeans. Next thing I knew, the cold head of a bottle was being shoved up my ass and fizz filled my guts. I don’t know… but SF is a champagne kind of town!
As soon as my eyes adjusted to the dark on that deck, I immediately recognized that the man stuffing his cock in my mouth was John’s fuckbuddy, Grant. Shit, we hadn’t hooked up since my birthday in August when John was back in Charlotte for a month. It sort of surprised me that I didn’t recognize the taste of his dick..
Grant is a fucking man’s man. At over 6’2” and 250 pounds, he is the Cajun model of Paul fucking Bunyun with a massive 9 inch cock and ink covering every inch of his body- and like me, a shaved head and scruffy chin that I just love when he licks under my balls! His arms are big enough to hoist even a man my size- 5’-10” and 185 pounds- over his lap and set me down square on his lap for some bare fucking… but enough of a pussycat to breathe deep and whimper with a cock in his butthole and another down his throat. Don’t get me wrong- my man John is no slack in the dick department, but I’ll take all of Grant’s tool whenever he’s in the mood.
Sure enough, Grant pulls me off his dick and I crawl behind him when he up and hops in the sling, exposing his ass. I’m licking it like a dog in front of a bowl of Alpo, and he’s turning his head to the side, swallowing John’s cock. Pretty soon, I’ve got a handful of spit and working my dick, then I’m up that hairy man’s ass! Sweet as hell, and he knows just how I love how he works his slot around my cock. John goes down on his dick and man- we are fucking!!! I didn’t give a shit how many guys were around- neither was I looking for anybody to join in. This was hot just the way it was.
But after doing so much fucking the last couple of days, I was red hot to get my hole filled… and I had two cocks stuffing me on my mind.
After awhile, the place sort of cleared out- there were only a couple of other guys hanging around drinking beers and jerking it. The dude that owned the place came up to my while I was fucking Grant and put his dick in my hand and I stroked him. He whispered in me ear, asking if I wanted anything. I told him to get my cigar out of my jacket and get me a bottle of WET.
Pretty soon, he came back and after I cut my stogie and put it in my mouth, he lit it. I pulled the slop mat out from under the sling and made a little space. I asked our host if he had a double-dong dildo, and in two shakes he showed up with one.
John and Grant were kind of looking at me like, “What next?” It was late. I pulled that mat in front of the glass doors so it was looking out over the sparkling lights of San Francisco below Twin Peaks. I was gonna get the most spectacular fuck of my life!
I told Grant to get his ass out of the sling, and laid him and John ass-to-ass over the slop mat. I greased up that double dildo and put one end in each of their asses and they squirmed together until it was thoroughly inside both of them and their asses were parked right next to each other with their legs up over each other’s shoulders. Their dicks stood up and Grant grabbed both of their cocks and rubbed them with his hand.
“Fucking hot,” Grant kind of whispered.
You ain’t seen nothing yet, brother,” I softly said.
With that, I squeezed a palm-full of lube in my hand and greased up both of their cocks. They were bucking a little bit- enjoying that dildo in both of their slots… but I tried to keep their cocks together as best I could. I put a whole mess of lube in my hole, sending three fingers up and cracking my ass open as best I could.
This was gonna be it- finally!
With my cigar in my jaw, I squatted down over their two cocks. Because of his size and girth, I knew I was going to have to take Grant’s head in my ass before I got to John’s. I’ve always loved that uncut Cajun fuck tool in my ass, and it passed through my rim with no problem. I reached behind me and pulled Grant’s thick thigh back a little and leaned back with my hand supporting me just above his knee. Slowly lowering my waist, I reached John’s fat cockhead and it found home!!! Surprisingly easily, I just lowered myself until both of their cocks were immersed in my ass, and with my hand resting on Grant’s legs, I just started to ride those fucking dicks.
I could say I felt like a whore, but the truth of the matter was that I felt like my most hoped-for dream of manfucking came true. Let me tell you, I think Grant and John were as excited about being connected by that dildo in their asses as they were rubbing their dicks up my slot, but I didn’t give a shit about that. Dudes tell you about wondering if a cock in their ass might hurt?
Shit, no- at least not me. At that moment- and for a long time getting fucked by those two stiff men- I knew KNEW I was born for it!
The guy that owned the place got down and sucked my dick- fuck slop was leaking out of my ass about a half an hour later but nobody cared. The owner wrangled the dildo out of Grant and John’s asses, and after licking it, shoved it down my throat. I never changed positions or got off their cocks once. Grant shot first- I could tell because even as comfortable as it got having both of their dicks inside me, they were really sliding good then. John, being the verbal fucker he is, let me know his load was coming and then it did. I kept both of them inside me as long as I could, then spitshined both of their sloppy cocks.
I never even thought about cumming myself. But John hauled me around and sucked my dick until I finally came so fucking hard in his mouth.
Today, Saturday, September 28, 2013
Grant, John and me ended up hailing a fucking cab- it was late and none of us felt like driving. I walked the dog and when I got home, the two of them were snoring away in our bed. With the dog on the floor, I just crawled on top of the covers with my arms wrapped around both of their shoulders.
By the time I woke up early this afternoon, the house was empty except for me and my dog, Squire. It’s almost 8 now, and John is still not home. Shit- I hope he’s having a good time. My buddy is begging for his leash.
Tomorrow morning, I’ll get up early like I usually do. Put on my suit and tie and grab a cab to go and get the 4Runner. I’ll escort Alicia and her daughter to Mass at Mission Dolores like I do every Sunday. Both of them say they look forward to hitting the Folsom Street Fair with me tomorrow after Church and breakfast. I like my eggs like I like my pussy- runny.
But tonight, I need some shut-eye. Maybe I’ll have two kinky bitches on my hands tomorrow night… a man can always hope so anyway!
Guy Maddix
It was a long and winding road on the way to getting my ass stuffed with two throbbing cocks for the first time, but bear with me. Here’s how it finally happened:
After my girl, Alicia, got off her work early on Thursday, I went over to her apartment and we watched our 49ers kick some St. Louis Ram butt on TV.
I should explain that I am in a semi-open long-term relationship (just over 8 years) with a stud of a man, named John. We enjoy the occasional sexual company of one or more of four other men- three he knew before we committed, and one who was a fuckbuddy of mine. A couple of years ago, I talked to John about wanting to explore sex with women. Though he had no interest in puss himself, he gave me the green light.
Some people know this about me, and some people (at least until now) don’t. At this point, I don’t give much of a fucking damn.
I had a wonderful, sex-only relationship with a girl much younger than me until the end of last year, but she and her boyfriend decided they were ready to tie the knot and have k**s. I was back on the hunt. I met Alicia this past January at my gym, Fitness SF, where she had just joined. She was divorced with a grown girl, and fresh out of a 2-year lesbian relationship that had simply lost its spark. What started as me wise-cracking and sometimes working out with her while she took a spin class, ended up in a hot sexual relationship after a few weeks of getting to know each other.
Anyway, Alicia’s sexy 21-year old daughter sat on the floor while we cuddled on the couch looking at the game. We sopped up Alicia’s slow-cooked, skillet-crisped pork shoulder- what she called “carnitas”- with some flour tortillas. The girls were sipping cold white wine while I was wrapping my lips around frosty bottles of MGD. During commercials, I’d hop on out to her balcony for a quick smoke, and Alicia would yell at me to shut to door. It was a pretty nice evening by San Francisco standards; I figured she just wanted me to close the door so I wouldn’t hear them talking about me while I was out there. Soon after we hooked up, I learned that Alicia and her girl loved poking fun at me behind my back, but I tried to be a good sport about it.
Not too long after the second half got started, the game was pretty much in 49er control; we’d go on to a 35-11 victory. Alicia’s daughter decided it was as good a time as any to bug out and go over to her Dad’s place, where she was spending the night. As the game was wrapping up, I cleared out the living room and headed into her small kitchen to get things cleaned up and put away. I went out on her balcony, sat down on the chaise lounge and lit up a cigar. Not much later, Alicia came out, fresh from her shower, wearing a sexy teddy. She lay down between my legs and over my chest. While I was smoking, we kissed and made out. I loved fondling her big Mexican American boobs and sucking her nipples, blowing cigar smoke in her cleavage. Pretty soon, she had my fly open and was going down on my dick. She’s in her mid-40’s and I’m just 50, but we enjoy acting like teenagers with raging hormones.
We got up after awhile and went into her bedroom. She slipped off her negligee, while I kicked off my boots, pulled my t-shirt over my head, took off my jeans and sat down on the edge of her bed. As usual, I left my socks on. She knelt between my knees and stroked and sucked my dick and swallowed my freshly shaved gonads. Every once in awhile, she’d stop and come in real close, taking my dick between her titties and rolling it around with all her slobber. It made me feel so damn good and was just one reason I’d taken up fucking females a couple years ago. I got her up and put her on her back on the bed, spread her and ate her pussy out just like she told me she enjoys it- two middle fingers inserted fingering her sizable clitoris and flicking my tongue and then licking her labia. Like always, she was turned on in no time and was rubbing herself real hot. Not long after, she’s dripping wet and rolled me onto my back where she mounted my cock. We were bouncing on that bed fucking like a rodeo or something. We really got after it in a bunch of our favorite positions and after a couple hours while I was dogging her, I couldn’t take it anymore and shot my load deep inside her drenched cunt, soaking her real good with my batter.
“Here, baby, here,” I shouted to her after I injected my last drop of spunk inside her, drew out and got on my knees.
Right away, she was on her stomach taking my dick back in her mouth, sucking and licking off every damn drop of her juice and my semen. When she lay back after my cock finally went soft, I stuck my fingers in her pussy and licked them off. I lay over her, my arms around her and we locked tongues, totally spent. Or at least, I thought we were spent…
“Go outside and finish your smoke, Guy,” she told me as she got out of bed. “I’m gonna freshen up.”
On the way to her balcony, I poked my head in her kitchen. The blue lights on the microwave said it was after midnight.
“Well, fuck!” I thought to myself, “it’s fucking late!”
Normally, I wouldn’t care how late it was. This being Leather Week in San Francisco, though, my other half, John, and I had reservations for the annual Dungeon Tour for Friday, visiting the hottest gay sex hell holes in San Francisco. Since it would run from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m., and I had every intention of getting in some nasty fucking with my man afterwards, so I was hoping to get in a little shut-eye tonight.
But Alicia had other plans tonight. By the time I finished off my stogie and went back into her room, I recognized that I was going to be paying my “fuck boy” dues tonight. That’s what Alicia’s daughter had taken to calling me: “Mom’s fuck boy”, or “Mom’s fuck daddy”… depending on how much she wanted to irritate me. I know it sounds shitty, but one of these days I really want to fuck the two of them together; hell, I can cum hands-free just thinking about it!
Long story short, Alicia was still naked, laying back on her pillows with a bottle of lube in one hand and greasing up her asshole with her other.
“Fuck me, baby” she said. “Do my pink asshole like you did my pussy.”
Even though her ass has a dark honey hue, she really does have the hottest pink asshole. It was so funny the first time I cornholed her; I could have sworn she took her favorite lipstick and painted her rim with it!
I always fuck her in the missionary position or from behind with her leg up when I’m taking her big butt. No particular reason except that to me, doggy style is just too masculine and makes me think of fucking a man.
I got in bed between her legs to where I could hoist her knees over my shoulders and get her ass in my face. I spread her butt cheeks and spit thick ‘gar honkers toward her hole and rubbed it in real good. I put some in the palm of my hand too and jerked my boner until it was raging hard. At first, I was fucking her hole while she held her ankles spread on either side of my shoulders, nursing and biting her erect nipples. Then I got behind her and while she wagged her leg in the air, plowed her nice warm shitpipe while she turned her head back toward me and we kissed. I bit her lips and spit in her mouth like she was a fucking guppy coming to the surface for food.. It was fucking hot, and I was balls deep inside her drilling her ass… she fucking loved it!
“Baby, you want my cum in your ass” I shouted when I was finally ready to blow.
Before I knew it, she rolled over and put her face in my groin. While she jerked my dick real hard and licked off the head of my cock, I shot a load so urgent that I swear I heard sirens going off! She swallowed my boner to my short-hairs while I was still exploding. When she gagged a little bit and some of my spunk came out of her mouth, I scooped it up with two fingers and fed it to her. Then I licked my fingers off, kicked back and took several deep breaths. Man!
“Guy… Guy,” she kept whispering in my ear and licking it. I could smell my own jizz.
It couldn’t have been more than five minutes later that I was out like a light… probably snoring like a fucking buzz saw!
Friday, September 27, 2013
Yeah, yeah, yeah- hold your fucking wiener… I’m getting to the good part!
I didn’t even hear the alarm clock go off at 5.a.m. Alicia shook me and told me that coffee was on. I didn’t even take a fucking shower- just put my clothes in my gym back and put my gym gear on so I’d be ready when we got there. I went out to the balcony where she had a mug of coffee ready for me and lit up. I was still pretty spent from the night before, but I figured that working out at our gym would do me some good and I had a fun evening with my John to look forward to tonight
I was lucky enough to find a spot in the parking lot on Townsend Street right across the street from the gym. She headed off to her spin class after giving me a peck on my cheek. I parked my bag in the locker room and got busy with my 60-minute Friday workout… legs, glutes, lats, chest and arms. A buddy of mine who is a personal trainer there- and who went by the name Rik Hunter during his porn career at Titan Media, joked around with me when I stopped at the urinal before my cardio workout.
“You must have had a rough night,” he said, pointing at my neck. After I banged my dick on the bottom of the urinal like I always do, I walked over to the wall of mirrors above the sinks. Sure enough, two big fucking hickeys were under my jaw that Alicia had sucked onto me last night.
I got on my favorite stationary bike for my 30-minute cardio. Alicia appeared dressed for her job, and before she hurried out, gave me a peck on my cheek, said “Love you, babe”, and headed off to the Hall of Justice a few blocks away where she works. As I pedaled and looked at my morning TV addiction- CNBC- my sweat filled my nose with the ripe juices and cigar scent from fucking the night before. Smelled damn good to me, at least- maybe not so much to the yuppie bitch who was pedaling next to me who got up and moved a few bikes down. Like I gave a shit what that tiny-titted anorexic whore thought.
I showered and put my clothes on… wasn’t sure if I wanted to wash my smelly jock, shorts, string-tee and socks, so I just put them in my gym bag thinking I wouldn’t be working out again until Monday and I could decide then.
Alicia’s coffee and the Coke I sucked down after working out had me pretty wired when I got home. I leashed up our Springer, Squire, and we went for a leisurely job down the hill and back up after he took his poop. Back home, I stripped down my socks and checked in on-line. After chatting with some buddies on the sites I frequent and looking at some porn, realized I was more or less de-fused and ready for a nap. It was 11:00 a.m. or so, and I snoozed until 2 in the afternoon with Squire curled up on the floor beside our bed.
When I got up, I called the best fucking pizza joint down in Glen Park to make a reservation for 7 p.m., then horsed around until John came home. He’s usually at work by 6 a.m. for conference calls with Charlotte headquarters, but the good thing is that he is home well ahead of 5 p.m. Tonight was a little different, though, but we made our reservation and enjoyed littleneck clam pizza with some Chianti. We headed back home to get ourselves “geared up”. Naturally, we couldn’t resist sucking each other’s dicks, licking armpits and biting each other’s nipples, but eventually we got ourselves fucking ready. It was playful… even after these 8 years of being a couple, nobody’s company equals ours’ alone.
I got in our armoire and started tossing gear on the bed. I knew I wanted him in his black leather vest over his leather chest harness. I tossed out his draw-string, black leather chaps and my chain-metal jock. When he saw that, he complained and said he wanted me to wear the jock.
“Fuck, no,” I said, “you put it on!”
After he put everything on, I got his thick wooly socks and his motorcycle boots and put them on his feet. When he stood up, I slipped his dick out of the jock and sucked on it a little bit, then put his black cowboy hat on his head. And yeah, you’re right… when we’re together, we’re always going down on each other even if it’s not meant to end in climax.
“I gotta get ready,” I barked, “or we’ll be here all night!”
“Doesn’t bother me,” John said. “Seen one dungeon, you’ve seen ‘em all!”
All I knew was that I was wearing my Wesco boots and white Levi’s with button-up fly tonight. I pulled the boots out of the closet and took my jeans off their hanger. My black leather motorcycle jacket with an eagle embossed on the back caught my attention- hell, there was even a cigar sticking our of the zip chest pocket from the last time I wore it. Just putting my socks on made my dick swell, and John was right on my purple head, sucking it. I chucked and pushed him off so I could wrap my butt in my white jeans and button them up. I slipped into my chaps and closed the snaps around my legs. Gotta admit, I turned and looked in the mirror and my ass and basket hanging out of those black leather chaps in those tight white jeans looked sexy. I put the chain metal harness over my chest- the metal sparkled with the ink I have all over my chest, abdomen and arms. Then I threw my jacket over my shoulders but left the front unzipped.
John looked at me up and down. “Something’s missing,” he said.
He fished around in the top shelf of our closet and pulled down my black leather motorman’s cap, perching it on my shaved head.
“Almost perfect,” he said. Then he unbuttoned the last button on the placket of my white Levis.
“Just so everybody knows you are looking,” he said when he did it.
Fucking-A!!! I knew right away that tonight was gonna be a hell of a fucking three-way! If he was in the mood, I sure as hell was- like always!
We hit the first stop on the Dungeon Tour just after 10 p.m. Then the second spot shortly after 11. It was all fucking nice, but I’m sure you didn’t get this far to hear me give you a “Property brothers” description of the kink or a “Top Chef” review of the drinks and snacks. Suffice it to say, everybody went out of their way because it’s an annual benefit for the AIDS Emergency Fund and sort of a status symbol to be included. The 16 Association used to put it together and that’s how I get my invite- now that they’ve disbanded it’s just an informal group of guys like me who were members and want to benefit a good cause. Invitation only.
We worked our way up Market Street and took the tight curve up to the 300 block of Corbett. John used to have a fucking magnificent condo looking right over the City and we stopped right there. Turned out, the dude running the Edge bar in the Castro had bought the place and turned the fucking third level into his Dungeon!
It was so fucking hot. Men were sucking cock everywhere and the former master bathroom was filled with guys pissing on each other and fucking. Not a god damned condom in sight- my kind of party!
The owner had gutted the old master bedroom on that level and installed the most awesome play room- with the lights of San Francisco twinkling outside the glass doors leading to an expanded deck I knew so well from when John owned it. I walked out on the deck, thinking I would grab a smoke. Next thing I know, I felt a whip wrap around my throat with it’s butt square on my Adam’s apple. My cap got knocked off and a leather hood came down over me head. When I turned, I had the unmistakable smell of John’s armpits in my nose, and he forced me to my knees.
Somebody pulled my jacket off of me and then I felt fingers unbuttoning my jeans. My dick flopped out, but still, I couldn’t see what was happening because of the mask. Pretty quick, the zipper on the mouthpiece of the hood ripped open, catching hairs on my go-t. Before I knew it, a thick cock was in my mouth and a big hand on the back of my head. I would have gagged if I’d had the chance, but that man intended to skull fuck me and I couldn’t do anything but open my throat and enjoy the unfamiliar mouth that was blowing my cock down below while I kneeled there in the dark night. Somebody else was putting his knuckle up my ass behind me- totally unexpected but hell, I wasn’t resisting any-fucking-thing!
At one point, I reached up and took that massive cock out of my mouth and coughed real hard. My slobber was covering my face and as I rolled over on my back, somebody pulled my legs up, took off my boots and stripped off my jeans. Next thing I knew, the cold head of a bottle was being shoved up my ass and fizz filled my guts. I don’t know… but SF is a champagne kind of town!
As soon as my eyes adjusted to the dark on that deck, I immediately recognized that the man stuffing his cock in my mouth was John’s fuckbuddy, Grant. Shit, we hadn’t hooked up since my birthday in August when John was back in Charlotte for a month. It sort of surprised me that I didn’t recognize the taste of his dick..
Grant is a fucking man’s man. At over 6’2” and 250 pounds, he is the Cajun model of Paul fucking Bunyun with a massive 9 inch cock and ink covering every inch of his body- and like me, a shaved head and scruffy chin that I just love when he licks under my balls! His arms are big enough to hoist even a man my size- 5’-10” and 185 pounds- over his lap and set me down square on his lap for some bare fucking… but enough of a pussycat to breathe deep and whimper with a cock in his butthole and another down his throat. Don’t get me wrong- my man John is no slack in the dick department, but I’ll take all of Grant’s tool whenever he’s in the mood.
Sure enough, Grant pulls me off his dick and I crawl behind him when he up and hops in the sling, exposing his ass. I’m licking it like a dog in front of a bowl of Alpo, and he’s turning his head to the side, swallowing John’s cock. Pretty soon, I’ve got a handful of spit and working my dick, then I’m up that hairy man’s ass! Sweet as hell, and he knows just how I love how he works his slot around my cock. John goes down on his dick and man- we are fucking!!! I didn’t give a shit how many guys were around- neither was I looking for anybody to join in. This was hot just the way it was.
But after doing so much fucking the last couple of days, I was red hot to get my hole filled… and I had two cocks stuffing me on my mind.
After awhile, the place sort of cleared out- there were only a couple of other guys hanging around drinking beers and jerking it. The dude that owned the place came up to my while I was fucking Grant and put his dick in my hand and I stroked him. He whispered in me ear, asking if I wanted anything. I told him to get my cigar out of my jacket and get me a bottle of WET.
Pretty soon, he came back and after I cut my stogie and put it in my mouth, he lit it. I pulled the slop mat out from under the sling and made a little space. I asked our host if he had a double-dong dildo, and in two shakes he showed up with one.
John and Grant were kind of looking at me like, “What next?” It was late. I pulled that mat in front of the glass doors so it was looking out over the sparkling lights of San Francisco below Twin Peaks. I was gonna get the most spectacular fuck of my life!
I told Grant to get his ass out of the sling, and laid him and John ass-to-ass over the slop mat. I greased up that double dildo and put one end in each of their asses and they squirmed together until it was thoroughly inside both of them and their asses were parked right next to each other with their legs up over each other’s shoulders. Their dicks stood up and Grant grabbed both of their cocks and rubbed them with his hand.
“Fucking hot,” Grant kind of whispered.
You ain’t seen nothing yet, brother,” I softly said.
With that, I squeezed a palm-full of lube in my hand and greased up both of their cocks. They were bucking a little bit- enjoying that dildo in both of their slots… but I tried to keep their cocks together as best I could. I put a whole mess of lube in my hole, sending three fingers up and cracking my ass open as best I could.
This was gonna be it- finally!
With my cigar in my jaw, I squatted down over their two cocks. Because of his size and girth, I knew I was going to have to take Grant’s head in my ass before I got to John’s. I’ve always loved that uncut Cajun fuck tool in my ass, and it passed through my rim with no problem. I reached behind me and pulled Grant’s thick thigh back a little and leaned back with my hand supporting me just above his knee. Slowly lowering my waist, I reached John’s fat cockhead and it found home!!! Surprisingly easily, I just lowered myself until both of their cocks were immersed in my ass, and with my hand resting on Grant’s legs, I just started to ride those fucking dicks.
I could say I felt like a whore, but the truth of the matter was that I felt like my most hoped-for dream of manfucking came true. Let me tell you, I think Grant and John were as excited about being connected by that dildo in their asses as they were rubbing their dicks up my slot, but I didn’t give a shit about that. Dudes tell you about wondering if a cock in their ass might hurt?
Shit, no- at least not me. At that moment- and for a long time getting fucked by those two stiff men- I knew KNEW I was born for it!
The guy that owned the place got down and sucked my dick- fuck slop was leaking out of my ass about a half an hour later but nobody cared. The owner wrangled the dildo out of Grant and John’s asses, and after licking it, shoved it down my throat. I never changed positions or got off their cocks once. Grant shot first- I could tell because even as comfortable as it got having both of their dicks inside me, they were really sliding good then. John, being the verbal fucker he is, let me know his load was coming and then it did. I kept both of them inside me as long as I could, then spitshined both of their sloppy cocks.
I never even thought about cumming myself. But John hauled me around and sucked my dick until I finally came so fucking hard in his mouth.
Today, Saturday, September 28, 2013
Grant, John and me ended up hailing a fucking cab- it was late and none of us felt like driving. I walked the dog and when I got home, the two of them were snoring away in our bed. With the dog on the floor, I just crawled on top of the covers with my arms wrapped around both of their shoulders.
By the time I woke up early this afternoon, the house was empty except for me and my dog, Squire. It’s almost 8 now, and John is still not home. Shit- I hope he’s having a good time. My buddy is begging for his leash.
Tomorrow morning, I’ll get up early like I usually do. Put on my suit and tie and grab a cab to go and get the 4Runner. I’ll escort Alicia and her daughter to Mass at Mission Dolores like I do every Sunday. Both of them say they look forward to hitting the Folsom Street Fair with me tomorrow after Church and breakfast. I like my eggs like I like my pussy- runny.
But tonight, I need some shut-eye. Maybe I’ll have two kinky bitches on my hands tomorrow night… a man can always hope so anyway!
Guy Maddix
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