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Personal Ruminations on a Beautiful Sodomy Scene between Manuel Feerara and Franceska Jaimes
http://xhamster.com/movies/1005453/francesca_jaimes_amp_manuel_ferrara_having_a_good_time.html
Before reading the rumination, please watch it all or in part, but note the the relevant extract: 43:40 to 45:16
Rumination
Watching this hot scene between Manuel Ferrara and Franceska Jaimes from his Raw series, I was particularly aroused by the fucking from 43:40, when he is on top of her as she lies face down on the bed. It gets even hotter at 44:19 when he collapses his full wight on her and ruts upon her, using stong hip thrusts to fuck her deeply, for a beautiful minute until 45:16.
In those moments, I know that what arouses me is the notion of BEING Franceska, and feeling the masculine power of this bull as he fucked me in my arse.
This scene sparked a memory of a time when I was fucked like that, it was by a guy i had met 20 minutes earlier, in a bar in Amsterdam called Spijker. It's a low key place on the outside, in Kerkstraat in the old town, but in those days it was one of the best regarded places to go for quick gay sex in Amsterdam. They used to have parties upstairs where you paid an admission fee and went to a changing room. You got a locker key on a chain for round your neck, you put all your clothes and valuables in the locker, and you went to the party naked. It was a small enough room, you might get 40 people at a party. There was a bar where you drank on the slate and paid afterwards, and on the bar there was a little breadbasket with a pile of condoms. The music was constant beat, techno, pumping, not a place for a quiet drink or a romantic night. This was a place for unbridled partying.
Nakedness is good in these places because you can see what you are getting. I don't like guys that are too big, if I am going to be on the bottom.
This night when I went in it was quiet, there were only about 8 guys in the place and it hadn't got going. But quickly enough I saw a guy I liked, turned out he was a south african. He was about 5' 8", shorter than me, but he was very fit and well muscled. He was a natural blonde, and his hair was not shaved off but cut short, and he had no tattoos. I figured this was a guy who lives an undercover life as a gay, and has a straight office job by day. He had hairy legs, the blonde hairs were sexy, and a hairiness about his abs as well, that I liked. His muscular chest was coated with hairs too.
His cock was what drew me to him though. Flaccid when I saw him, it was still about six inches long and circumcised. As an uncut Paddy I have always liked the aesthetic of the cut cock. His cock hung over a fine set of low-slung bollocks, my favourite kind of nut sack.
I went over and didn't say anything, just placed my hand flat on his cheest and ran it over his hairiness. He looked at me an grinned and that was permissiont to continue. I ran my hand down onto his belly and lightly traced it over the muscular contours, feeling the sexy hairiness of him all the time. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. He kissed me hard on the mouth, and pulled away.
"On your knees, bitch!" he said.
I gladly knelt before him and he fed me his still flaccid cock, allowing me the delight of feeling it grow bigger and harder in my mouth as I sucked and licked it greedily. He pushed me back, took the head of his cock in his hand and pressed it to his belly, and said
"My balls."
I knew what to do, opening wide to take the nutsack in my mouth and feel the balls floating inside. The skin of his sac was silky smooth, and it was adorned by downy blonde hairs. Pressed y face under his cock and teabagged him, and then licked the balls like a dog.
When he had enough he told me to get up. By now his cock was rampant, it had a nice upward curve, it was quite thick, and maybe six inches long. The head had a distinctive mushroom rim, something I had noted with pleasure while sucking him.
There was a small bandstand in the corner of the room a raised platform about 2 feet high. It was covered in dark green felt. He led me over there and told me to lie down on my stomach.
"Anyone want to see how I fuck this bitch?" he announced to the room, as he peeled on a condom over his erect cock.
About four guys came over and stood before the stage as I felt my blonde stud lie on top of me. His weight felt overpowering, all enveloping, like a big heavy cloak. I felt completely protected by him. This was the moment when I would feel like Franzeska Jaimes felt when being fucked by Manuel at 44:50.
It's the feeling of being totally taken, with your dominant partner like a bear rutting upon you, his mate.
His full weight is upon you, you can feel his skin, the hairiness of his belly and legs, you smell his sweat and aftershave and feel his teeth bite into your neck..... but mostly your feelings come from the centre of the universe, which is your arsehole, the sphincter being stretched wide open as a rock hard, thick, insistent penis presses to gain entrance. He is lying on you and you feel his weight pressing you, his weight pressing his cock against the asshole, but you don't relax just yet to let him in.
Then you feel his weight shift as he adjusts his position and gets some purchase on the bed with his feet and knees. Now he has the leverage he needs to start moving his hips back and forth, but her only pressed forward now, harder untiil you give in and suddenly you feel like you are going to shit and then the moment passes and now you just feel filled with him, as if his cock is really a balloon inside you, filling you right up to your belly. And that's when he whispers in your ear that he is gong to fuck the shit out of you, and he wraps his arms round your neck and makes you arch back, and then you feel it, his big cock sliding in and out of your arse as he is true to his word, and he machine guns you.
Awesome.
This was what happened and as I lay there with my face in the felt, feeling intense pleasure and pain, smelling the heat of sex, feeling his sweating body on mine, my ears full of the loud music, I thought wow this is great. He was fucking me in synch with the techno beat, and I was loving it.
After 10 hard minutes I had alreadt creamed on the felt platform, because every time he thrust into me my own hard cock was forced along the felt, strong friction with my glans as my forskin had peeled back. I spent while I was being fucked and to me it felt like a female orgasm. He kept on fucking me but he knew and said "You fucking love it don't you".
"Yes", I said "It's what I came for!".
He fucked me harder and faster, and as he did, he moaned, "I'm gonna cum soon!"
"Cum in my mouth!" I begged him and he obliged.
In one motion he withdrew his cock from my aching but joyful arsehole, and peeled off the condom, throwing it into the middle of the floor. I turned my face as he knelt beside me and fed his erection to me. He took his thick shaft in one hand near the base, tightened his grip on it and pulled his hand back towards his belly so the tension grew in his raging cock, and then he moaned aloud as the tension broke and three hue globs of thick cum spurted from him, onto my face, into my mouth, onto the felt of the platform. I could feel the heat of the cum, smell its pungent smell, feel and taste its sticky saltiness on my lips and tongue. He stood up and I lay there, licking his cum off the floor like a cat licking up a bowl of milk.
Then I noticed the four guys in front of the stage were now wearing condoms too.
"Who's next?" said blondie and one of the guys mounted the stage and within a few seconds, was mounting me.
"Oh fuck!" I moaned as I felt my sore arse pucker for its second cock and continued to lick and taste the cum from the first.
And that was the first time I was gangbanged. After an hour, my arse was like pounded hamburger, my hair was matted with cum, my face was sticky and had than man smell you only get from cum. I was hardly able to stand up, but blondie helped me, and then he took me to the shower. He turned on the water and gave me a shower as he showered himself.
"First time here?" he laughed.
"Yeah, I said", I heard it was good.
"Do you still think so?" he grinned.
"Fuck yeah, though the only cock I really came for was yours."
"Sharing is caring" he laughed. "Now you know why they call this place de Spijker."
Tonight in writing this, I have relived those magical moments, as Wordsworth would have said of the daffodils. Seing them physically when out walking gave pleasure in the moment, but also created a treasure chest for the memory, that lasts longer and can be visited at leisure:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Thanks to Manuel for evoking these distant memories and bringing them back to the forefront of my mind again.
http://xhamster.com/movies/1005453/francesca_jaimes_amp_manuel_ferrara_having_a_good_time.html
Before reading the rumination, please watch it all or in part, but note the the relevant extract: 43:40 to 45:16
Rumination
Watching this hot scene between Manuel Ferrara and Franceska Jaimes from his Raw series, I was particularly aroused by the fucking from 43:40, when he is on top of her as she lies face down on the bed. It gets even hotter at 44:19 when he collapses his full wight on her and ruts upon her, using stong hip thrusts to fuck her deeply, for a beautiful minute until 45:16.
In those moments, I know that what arouses me is the notion of BEING Franceska, and feeling the masculine power of this bull as he fucked me in my arse.
This scene sparked a memory of a time when I was fucked like that, it was by a guy i had met 20 minutes earlier, in a bar in Amsterdam called Spijker. It's a low key place on the outside, in Kerkstraat in the old town, but in those days it was one of the best regarded places to go for quick gay sex in Amsterdam. They used to have parties upstairs where you paid an admission fee and went to a changing room. You got a locker key on a chain for round your neck, you put all your clothes and valuables in the locker, and you went to the party naked. It was a small enough room, you might get 40 people at a party. There was a bar where you drank on the slate and paid afterwards, and on the bar there was a little breadbasket with a pile of condoms. The music was constant beat, techno, pumping, not a place for a quiet drink or a romantic night. This was a place for unbridled partying.
Nakedness is good in these places because you can see what you are getting. I don't like guys that are too big, if I am going to be on the bottom.
This night when I went in it was quiet, there were only about 8 guys in the place and it hadn't got going. But quickly enough I saw a guy I liked, turned out he was a south african. He was about 5' 8", shorter than me, but he was very fit and well muscled. He was a natural blonde, and his hair was not shaved off but cut short, and he had no tattoos. I figured this was a guy who lives an undercover life as a gay, and has a straight office job by day. He had hairy legs, the blonde hairs were sexy, and a hairiness about his abs as well, that I liked. His muscular chest was coated with hairs too.
His cock was what drew me to him though. Flaccid when I saw him, it was still about six inches long and circumcised. As an uncut Paddy I have always liked the aesthetic of the cut cock. His cock hung over a fine set of low-slung bollocks, my favourite kind of nut sack.
I went over and didn't say anything, just placed my hand flat on his cheest and ran it over his hairiness. He looked at me an grinned and that was permissiont to continue. I ran my hand down onto his belly and lightly traced it over the muscular contours, feeling the sexy hairiness of him all the time. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. He kissed me hard on the mouth, and pulled away.
"On your knees, bitch!" he said.
I gladly knelt before him and he fed me his still flaccid cock, allowing me the delight of feeling it grow bigger and harder in my mouth as I sucked and licked it greedily. He pushed me back, took the head of his cock in his hand and pressed it to his belly, and said
"My balls."
I knew what to do, opening wide to take the nutsack in my mouth and feel the balls floating inside. The skin of his sac was silky smooth, and it was adorned by downy blonde hairs. Pressed y face under his cock and teabagged him, and then licked the balls like a dog.
When he had enough he told me to get up. By now his cock was rampant, it had a nice upward curve, it was quite thick, and maybe six inches long. The head had a distinctive mushroom rim, something I had noted with pleasure while sucking him.
There was a small bandstand in the corner of the room a raised platform about 2 feet high. It was covered in dark green felt. He led me over there and told me to lie down on my stomach.
"Anyone want to see how I fuck this bitch?" he announced to the room, as he peeled on a condom over his erect cock.
About four guys came over and stood before the stage as I felt my blonde stud lie on top of me. His weight felt overpowering, all enveloping, like a big heavy cloak. I felt completely protected by him. This was the moment when I would feel like Franzeska Jaimes felt when being fucked by Manuel at 44:50.
It's the feeling of being totally taken, with your dominant partner like a bear rutting upon you, his mate.
His full weight is upon you, you can feel his skin, the hairiness of his belly and legs, you smell his sweat and aftershave and feel his teeth bite into your neck..... but mostly your feelings come from the centre of the universe, which is your arsehole, the sphincter being stretched wide open as a rock hard, thick, insistent penis presses to gain entrance. He is lying on you and you feel his weight pressing you, his weight pressing his cock against the asshole, but you don't relax just yet to let him in.
Then you feel his weight shift as he adjusts his position and gets some purchase on the bed with his feet and knees. Now he has the leverage he needs to start moving his hips back and forth, but her only pressed forward now, harder untiil you give in and suddenly you feel like you are going to shit and then the moment passes and now you just feel filled with him, as if his cock is really a balloon inside you, filling you right up to your belly. And that's when he whispers in your ear that he is gong to fuck the shit out of you, and he wraps his arms round your neck and makes you arch back, and then you feel it, his big cock sliding in and out of your arse as he is true to his word, and he machine guns you.
Awesome.
This was what happened and as I lay there with my face in the felt, feeling intense pleasure and pain, smelling the heat of sex, feeling his sweating body on mine, my ears full of the loud music, I thought wow this is great. He was fucking me in synch with the techno beat, and I was loving it.
After 10 hard minutes I had alreadt creamed on the felt platform, because every time he thrust into me my own hard cock was forced along the felt, strong friction with my glans as my forskin had peeled back. I spent while I was being fucked and to me it felt like a female orgasm. He kept on fucking me but he knew and said "You fucking love it don't you".
"Yes", I said "It's what I came for!".
He fucked me harder and faster, and as he did, he moaned, "I'm gonna cum soon!"
"Cum in my mouth!" I begged him and he obliged.
In one motion he withdrew his cock from my aching but joyful arsehole, and peeled off the condom, throwing it into the middle of the floor. I turned my face as he knelt beside me and fed his erection to me. He took his thick shaft in one hand near the base, tightened his grip on it and pulled his hand back towards his belly so the tension grew in his raging cock, and then he moaned aloud as the tension broke and three hue globs of thick cum spurted from him, onto my face, into my mouth, onto the felt of the platform. I could feel the heat of the cum, smell its pungent smell, feel and taste its sticky saltiness on my lips and tongue. He stood up and I lay there, licking his cum off the floor like a cat licking up a bowl of milk.
Then I noticed the four guys in front of the stage were now wearing condoms too.
"Who's next?" said blondie and one of the guys mounted the stage and within a few seconds, was mounting me.
"Oh fuck!" I moaned as I felt my sore arse pucker for its second cock and continued to lick and taste the cum from the first.
And that was the first time I was gangbanged. After an hour, my arse was like pounded hamburger, my hair was matted with cum, my face was sticky and had than man smell you only get from cum. I was hardly able to stand up, but blondie helped me, and then he took me to the shower. He turned on the water and gave me a shower as he showered himself.
"First time here?" he laughed.
"Yeah, I said", I heard it was good.
"Do you still think so?" he grinned.
"Fuck yeah, though the only cock I really came for was yours."
"Sharing is caring" he laughed. "Now you know why they call this place de Spijker."
Tonight in writing this, I have relived those magical moments, as Wordsworth would have said of the daffodils. Seing them physically when out walking gave pleasure in the moment, but also created a treasure chest for the memory, that lasts longer and can be visited at leisure:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Thanks to Manuel for evoking these distant memories and bringing them back to the forefront of my mind again.
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