ADULT MALE BLOG

It was my second experience with a man and I was very nervous.  For a long
time since my first time, I had been fantasizing about being with different
men.  I never have chose to label myself as either gay or straight, but always
tried to keep my adventures my secret.

One night, after a party, I wasn't in the mood to sleep, so I bumped around
on-line for a while.  Eventually I found my way into the local gay chat room.
After being hit on by many guys, one guy finally sparked my interest.  He
told me his name was Brian and he described himself as being six feet tall,
weighing about 180.  He said that he had brown hair, with green eyes and a
light tan.  We eventually exchanged messages for about an hour on the first
night.  Soon I was getting tired, so I got off, but before we did he gave me
his number.

A few days went by and I finally found some free time to call him.  I was
nervous when we first talked on the phone, but became more comfortable as
the conversation started to shift towards sex.  He kept saying that he
wanted to meet at the local gym so we could work out together, but I was
looking for a more intimate setting.  So we decided that it would be best if
we just met at a bar near my house.

The night finally came and I was staring to get very nervous, because it was
my first time to go into a gay bar.  To take the edge off, I took a few pulls
off of a joint that I had started earlier in the day.  Finally I had finished
dressing and was ready to head out for the evening.

When I arrived at the bar, I pulled into the crowded parking lot.  MY heart
was really racing with anticipation of the events to come.  When I first
walked in, I felt like I was walking past a crew of construction workers.  It
was a little intimidating, but very exciting.  The bar was packed that night,
there were many older men, but I really liked that.  I went up to the bar and
ordered a drink and then I decided I would go and search for Brian.  After I
got tired of walking around, I started to play a game of pool.  While I was
shooting, some guy walked up to me and asked my name.  I told him my name
was Jeff and to my luck it was Brian.  I looked a little surprised, because his
description was very accurate and I was very impressed by him.

We went and sat at a table near the dance floor.  He went to get some
drinks and after a few minutes and returned with a couple drinks.  We sat
and talked for a few hours, while having a few more drinks.  All of sudden, I
decide that I wanted to leave, so I asked him if he wanted to go back to his
place.  It must have been the effects of the alcohol, but it sounded like a
really good idea for me to do.  We  finished our drinks and then we left
together.  I didn't know the way so I agreed to follow him back to his house.

After what seemed like house, we reached the apartment complex.  When he
parked, I asked him if he had anything to drink and he didn't, so I went to
the corner store to pick up some stuff.  I came back with the drinks and
began to walk up to his door.  He left it cracked to I walked in.  I put the
drinks in his empty refrigerator.  He came in behind me and told me make
myself at home, so I took off my shoes and sat on the couch.  He was running
around the apartment doing something so I turned on the TV.  He asked me
if I wanted something to drink and I told him that I wanted a glass of
chocolate milk.  He just laughed and made it.  I got bored watching TV, so I
went out on the balcony and decided that it was time to spark up a joint that
I brought along.

When he came outside, he made a joke about my milk and then started
laughing because he had brought a joint out as well.  We took care of the
joints and sat on the chairs talking for a bout 15 minutes.  We were feeling
very good, but we were getting cold so we decided that it would be a good
idea to go inside.

Once we were inside, I sat on the couch to see what was on.  He turned off
the TV and disappeared into the other room.  He came back with a box.  I
asked him what was in the box.  He didn't say anything, but just pulled out
tape and put it in the VCR.  After pressing play, the screen popped on with a
young man in the middle of two studs.  The guy in the center seemed to be
enjoying this great situation.  The guy in the back was slowly fucking his ass
as the he bent over to suck the other stud's cock.

"Wow, that must be a great position to be in", I said as I stared at the
screen.

After  a few minutes, I asked him what else he had in the box.  He told me
to go and look for myself.  I called him an asshole and he just laughed.  When
I looked in the box, I found a nice assortment of dildos, vibrators, and
tapes.  I laughed and pulled out a dildo that I liked.  It was about 8 inches
and nicely thick.  He laughed and said that he figured that I would like that
one.  I put it back and went back to watching the movie and saw a stud
sucking on this wonderful cock.  I just could imagine what it would be like to
have a cock in my mouth again.  I realized that now was as good of a time as
any, so I turned around and moved back between his legs.

I looked up at him and he just looked down with a wicked smile.  I figured
that he knew what was coming next.  I put my hand on his crotch and started
to rub the bulge that his cock was making.  Finally I couldn't stand it
anymore.  I wanted to rip his pants off right there, but I thought that it
would be more fun if I took my time.  I looked up at him and it just gave me
the best feeling in the world.  My heart started to race with anticipation as
I listened to the clicking of his zipper.  I pulled his pants and boxers
off one leg at a time and threw them to the side.

When I turned around, I could not take my eyes off of his hardening cock.  I
started to play with his cock as I kissed his thighs lightly.  I heard him moan
as I got closer to his shaven sac.  As I stroked his cock, I looked up at him
and was so taken by the moment that I had to sit up to kiss him.

Before I knew it, I was kissing a man for the first time.  It was such a great
feeling to have this stud's tongue in my mouth, hands on my shoulders, and
cock in my hands.  I broke the kiss and stared to work my way down his neck.
I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and worked my way to his nipples.  After
working on each nipple I worked my way down his stomach to his cock.  I
couldn't wait anymore, so I took the head of his flaccid cock into my mouth.
As I held it there, I could feel it start to get hard in my mouth.

I took my mouth off and wrapped my hand around his thick cocks.  I slowly
stared o move my hand up and down his hard shaft.  As I did this, a little
drop of pre-cum started to form at the head of his cock.  I wiped it up with
my finger and licked his salty fluid off.  I started to slowly kiss the base of
his cock and then lightly licked my way to the tip.  I put his swollen head in
my mouth and started to swirl my tongue around it and then I started to
slowly bob  up and down on his cock.  I loved the feeling of his large spongy
head in my mouth.  I found that he was very sensitive at the bottom of his
head so I made it a point to kiss and lick his cock all through that area.
After about 10 minutes of playing with his cocks, he stopped me.

"How do you like sucking my cock?" he asked as he gave me a passionate kiss.

"I love to suck your cock and I'll kick your ass if you even think about
cumming so soon", I said with a laugh.

At this, he got up and headed towards the bedroom.  "Give me a minute and
then come in", he said as he closed the door behind him.

After a couple minutes I opened his door to find him lying on the bed with a
candle lit.  He got up to get a drink, but I stopped him.  I sat on the bed  and
told him to wait a minute.  I pulled his cock toward my mouth and started to
bob on it again. I caught my breath and decided to try to put all of it in my
mouth, but could only get half in.  He laughed and told me to try again.  This
time I did it it.  I closed my lips around it and just held his silky cock in my
mouth.  I closed my eyes and just started sucking as hard as I could.  He
moaned really loudly when I would swirl my tongue around his cock.  Then he
put his hands on my head and started to move his cock in and out of my
mouth.  As I breathed through my nose, he slowly fucked my mouth.  I could
tell that he liked it, because he stared to moan really loud.  I really needed
to catch my breath, so I took my mouth off of his cock and just stroked it.

After I caught my breath I started to slowly bob up and  down on his cock
again.  Again he started moving his hips.  This time, he started to move them
faster and faster.  I couldn't believe it, I was being face-fucked for the
first time by Brian.  Then he stopped and walked to the other side of the
bed and sat on the side.  He leaned back and I walked over and assumed the
position between his legs and took his cock again.  I started to lick his cock
and nibble on the head, and then I started bobbing.  He asked me if I was
ready for his load and I said yes.  I started to stroke his cock faster and
faster, then I pulled my mouth away and only used my hand.  Then he started
to squeeze my shoulder as I watched him shoot load after load of hot cum
onto my face, neck and chest.  I kept stroking him and then I lowered my
mouth to his cock and cleaned him.  His cum was salty but I loved every bit
of it.  I licked the shaft and sucked all of the cum off of the head of his
cock.

I looked up  at him and he was just lying the with a  big smile on his face.
"Did you like that?" I asked.  He just shook his head and closed his  eyes.
After I washed my hands we had another drink.  We made definite plans to
do this again and I called it a night.

SHORT STORY BY :  COCKLOVER

It's funny:  I was completely ambivalent about going to work that day.  It
was early May, and spring always distracts my mind from the mundane tasks of
the office.  Those beautiful first sunny days always make me want to wander
aimlessly about outside, enjoying my first opportunity of the season to
check out the college boys in their shorts and t-shirts.  I had to drag
myself to the dull office tower, and as it was I got there about 15 minutes
late.

I knew something was up right away.  People seemed to be scurrying about
even more than normal; little groups were forming, people were pointing in
different directions and looking unusually concerned.  I went up to Greg,
the closest thing to a friend I had at the office, and asked him what was
going on.

"Oh, Jack, hi.  Some messenger kid seems to have walked out of here with
Sheila's purse," Greg said.  "She says it was sitting on her desk when she
went to the ladies' room, and when she came back it was gone.  The only one
here was the messenger."

"Did anyone see him leave?" I asked.

"That's just it.  Gardner signed for the package and then turned his back on
the kid.  No one can remember seeing him since then."

So everyone was looking around for the kid, but I was sure that by now he
was long gone.  It seemed to me that if the messenger DID steal the purse,
he'd have to find a new courier job ASAP.  Anyway, since none of this really
concerned me directly, I decided to get to work (by now it was already
9:30).

I sat down at my desk, and my feet kicked something large and solid
underneath.  I slid my chair back to take a look, and I saw a pair of dirty
sneakers connected to the bottom half of some ratty khakis.  My heart
stopped.  Shit, I thought.  This is the little bandit, the thieving fiend,
under my desk!  Ha!  I bent down--cautiously--so I could see his face, and
my gaze was met by two of the biggest, brownest, and wettest eyes I'd ever
seen.  The kid was crying.  He looked really scared, which, to be honest,
was very sexy on him.  He had shaggy black hair and big, trembling lips,
with which he mouthed the word, "Please," over and over.  He looked about
18, and adorable in his white t-shirt and khakis.

I gently put my hand on his shoulder to reassure him, and then pulled my
chair back in.  I quickly scribbled a note that said:  "Did you take the
purse?" and handed it to the boy, along with a pen.  I could hear him
sniffle as he wrote his answer and handed it back to me.

"Yes, sorry, I'll give it back," it said.

Well then, I thought, he IS guilty, but repentant.  At least SOMEthing
interesting was happening today, and I was planning on doing my best to make
it even more interesting.  Confident that I could get the purse back to
Shiela, I decided to help the boy escape--but not just yet.  I wrote another
note: "You want my help?"  and handed it to him.

He sent it back.  "Please."  You have to understand that "Please" is one of
my favorite words coming from a beautiful sexy young boy like this, and my
dick got hard just looking at the letters on the paper.  I knew he was
desperate, and frankly so was I.  After all, I'm a 35 year old businessman
with little opportunity for semi-public, impromptu sex with sweet young
messenger boys, and this might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance!  I had to
take it.

I pulled my chair right up close to my desk, and reached under to undo my
belt.  This kid obviously had experience (I think a lot of those biker boys
are very streetwise), because he moved his young face into my crotch; I
could feel his hot sweet breath through the summer wool of my suit, and it
drove me crazy!  I put my hands on either side of his head, feeling his soft
hair in my fingers and roughly rubbing the back of his neck.

It was quite a turn-on to look up and see all of my colleagues going about
their business, while I was getting down to mine!  This boy was going to
work--he knew his future depended upon it--chewing the fabric and trying to
get at the zipper with his teeth.  I decided to help the kid out and undid
the zipper; I wanted him in there even more than he wanted to get there!  My
8-inch cock was rock hard, and really straining in my white cotton briefs,
this young dude was getting pretty busy with his spit, licking at the
outline of my prick with his hot tongue until the cotton was soaked through.
  My dick was oozing precum, and he was using his tongue to squeeze more out
of the head of my cock so he could suck it through my jockeys.  His hands,
meanwhile, were going to work on my balls and the sensations were driving me
wild!

I decided I'd better try and look busy while this kid's face was buried in
my lap.  I was absently typing on my computer screen so no one would suspect
anything, but I wanted to SCREAM with pleasure.  The kid was really getting
me hot.  He was not beginning to apply presure to my dick with his tongue
and chin, really rubbing my shaft with his face while I continued my glazed
staring at my computer screen.  It was all I could do not to moan as I got
closer and closer to cumming.  He was trying harder and harder to get me
off, and it was working... I put my hands back under the desk so I could
hold his hot young face on my throbbing meat, pushing his head into my
crotch and letting my hips buck up against his mouth and chin.  I could feel
that I was going to shoot... the whole office started to go white before my
eyes, everything was a blur as I neared my orgasm... I could feel the cum
getting closer, my balls were tightening and the amazing sensations were
making me crazy... i was breathing faster and the kid's hot breath was
pushing me over the edge... I started to cum, the thick creamy jizz
streaming out of my piss hole into my jockeys, the kid sucking the sticky
liquid through the wet cotton, hungrily...

"Jack--do you need these?"  I was jolted by Shiela standing at my desk--I
hadn't even seen her approach.  I paused and recovered some of my composure,
but my cock was still throbbing under the desk, the cum flowing out in spurt
after spurt while I said:

"Um...yes.  Yes, thanks, um...Sh--Shiela."

She dropped the spreadsheets on my desk and walked away--she had no idea
that I had been gushing cum into a hot teen's face under my desk!  By now my
orgasm had subsided, but the kid was just getting started.  He pulled my
dick out of my shorts and licked it totally clean, lapping the milky juice
from my pole, his soft tongue rolling gently around the head while I
regained my previous state of bliss.  Work should always be like this!

This was one hot, cute boy who knew how to work on a man's dick.  he knew
what I wanted, and knew he'd have to trade it for his freedom.  My cock
stayed soft for a while, but he waited patiently, keeping it in his luscious
mouth all the time.  It was so great to be sitting at my desk at work, with
this young stud holding my prick between his soft warm lips.  When I did get
hard again, he proved that he could really suck.  He took my whole thick
cock all the way down his teen throat; I could feel his neck tense up as it
was filled up by my manmeat.  As he bobbed his cute head up and down on my
tool, he worked his tongue around the head and up and down the length of my
shaft.  It was torture not to be able to encourage the boy with some hot
talk, or even a little moaning, but I had to keep silent while he brought on
my second orgasm.  I wanted to cum in this hot boy's mouth, to give him a
big hot creamy load that he could swallow and taste, that he could savor and
enjoy (it would be a while before he'd get any other food, after all!).  I
knew he wanted more of my sweet spunk, and soon I let him have it.  Man, I
blew an even bigger load the second time--I felt like I kept cumming
forever, jets of the stuff spraying his throat and tongue and he took it
all.

The boy had to stay there all day in order to escape unseen.  When everyone
else had left, I told him the coast was clear, and he took off down the back
stairs.  He left me Shiela's purse, and another note:  "Jack (?) You're one
hot fucking dude.  Call me so we can fuck around some more.  And thanks...
Randy."

Maybe my desk job does have a few hidden benefits.

SHORT STORY BY: RANDYBOY

I sat on the carpeted floor of my apartment listening to Shanice, wallowing
in my own pity.  I don't know why I keep lettin' niggaz hurt me I thought to
myself.  It had been two weeks since Troy left me.  I didn't understand it.
There had been six months of  affection, good times, and blazin' sex,  but
he just left me.  I couldn't understand it.  Was it me?  I'm thought to be
phyne.  About 6'1",185lbs,a tight body, bangin thighs and ass thanks to my
early years in dancing.  My bronze skin was flawless as well as my well
manicured short waves.  What could be the problem?  I sat there for what had
to be hours and lost so much in my own thoughts that the sound of the
doorbell scared the hell out of me.  I went to the door wondering why the
concierge hadn't announced a visitor. When I opened the door, I almost
dropped.  The Egyptian god that stood in front of me had me breathless.  If
I had asthma, I would have died.  This caramel creature was about 6'5" , a
solid 200+lbs, with the nicest lips I'd ever seen.  His body was
immaculately shredded as I could see through his T-shirt. " Whaddup, I'm
Livelle. I just moved down the hall.", he said
"Whaddup"
"Yeah, I hope I'm not bothering you, but you got a hammer. I'm tryin' to
put up these shelves and I can't find mine."
"Yeah, hold up."  Dayummmm!! This was just what could distract me, I thought
as I brought the hammer to him.
"Thanks, Good lookin'", he spoke, "What's ya name?"
"Jaden."
"Aiight thanks Jaden", he said lickin' those damn lips. I couldn't let him
get away. "Yo, you need some help?"
"Sure, if you can."
"No doubt."  I grabbed my keys and followed him.
"Excuse the mess", he said dodging boxes as we walked into his living room.
We began putting up the shelves randomly speaking about nothing in
particular. It started to get hot in the process and my mouth began to water
at the sight of his exposed nipples.  I thanked God for the sweat that had
his T-shirt clinging.
	We finished the shelves in about a half hour, placing them in the corner of
the room. " Damn I'm sorry I aint got nothin' to offer you fa helpin." He
said wiping his head.
"Dats aiight. I got some Heinekens if ya wanna cool off."
"Word? Dats cool. Its hot as hell in dis bitch."
"Come on.", I said as he followed me to my apartment.
"Make yourself at home."  I went to the kitchen and grabbed the Heinekens,
bringing them to the living room where Livelle was checkin out my CD
collection and Shanice was still playin' (it was on repeat). " Thanks. You
got some good R&B."
"Yeah"
"What, you a heartbroken nigga or somethin'", he joked
"Somethin' like that"
"Maybe I can help"
"How" , I coughed, almost choking. He walked up to me, taking our bottles
and putting them on the windowsill. Then with those hands he pulled me
toward him and placed his full lips on mine.  I didn't resist, wrapping my
arms around his neck and welcoming his tongue into my mouth.  His tongue
reached out, twirling with mine as he ran his hands up my thighs. "Damn", he
groaned as we pulled off our clothes. He pulled me on top of him as he sunk
into the indigo carpet.  We bumped and grinded, mixing our sweat, our
tongues and lips hungrily consuming the others. As our lips parted I started
my travels down his body.  I licked his massive caramel chest lingering on
his nipples.  He moaned, grinding his dick into my stomach while I gently
bit his nipples sucking beads of sweat from them. Livelle's hands were all
over my ass, his fingertips running through my crack, squeezing my cheeks
everytime I hit a nerve on his nipple. I continued downward as I reached the
precome dripping dick that had been stabbing my ribcage. I wrapped  my
fingers around the thick 9-1/2" shaft and my lips around the big head.  I
licked around it tasting the salty juice before swallowing the head.  He let
out a breathless gasp as swiftly went down on his throbbing dick.  I knew I
had skills and began to use them , tickling the underside of his head as I
came back up. He held my head in his hand a she guided his dick in and out
of my mouth. I devoured every inch of his thick dick like it was the last
black dick on earth and his moaning, groaning, and occasional ," Yeah suck
dat shit baby" only made me suck more.  His pants became quicker as my lips
massaged  his 9 inches. " MMMMM baby I'm gonna nut" he sighed. I went for
the gold using swift motion down his veiny cock, swirling my tongue around
his dick head. " Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", he screamed pushing me off his dick as
he shot on to my chest his dick pulsing. " Damn" he panted as the last drops
  dribbled out of his still hard sex.
	Livelle pushed me into the carpet as he plunged his tongue into my mouth,
grinding into my stomach our bodies slick with sweat and his cum.  I looked
into his sex-drunken eyes lost in the passion of his tongue in my mouth.
Disappointed as he tongue parted, I welcomed the torment he put on my
nipples like I had done to him. Squirming only made his nibbles more
intense,  his tongue flicking at my nipples sending shockwaves down to my
hole making it hotter. He spread my legs as his head moved down to that
spot. His kissed my ass cheeks before burying his head in. He licked and
sucked on my ring as it contracted trying to pull his tongue in. " You taste
so fuckin' good", Livelle moaned driving his tongue in deep strokes. He
added a thick finger while fucking me with his tongue.  His finger and
tongue had me bucking and my 7-1/2" drooling.  He added another finger
loosing me more, the sweat being the lube.  Moving his tongue to that spot
in between my nuts and hole, he brought in a third finger.  Finger fucking
me deeply, he licked and bit on that spot making me on fire, I was lit up.
He took his fingers out, using both hands to keep my legs spread. I then
felt his dick head entering me slowly, almost teasing. I pushed my ass at
him wanting to feel his whole piece inside of me. Acknowledging this Livelle
pushed with more force filling me up until I could feel nuts against my ass.
  I took over, throwing my ass at him and rotating my hips. I could feel his
dick bumping my prostate while we gained our rhythm.  Clenching my ass
around his veined black cock, we moved together like liquid in a hypnotic
trance.  He massaged my prostate and I his dick before I felt that wave of
electricity come through from the bottoms of my feet to the top of my
eyebrows.  " TSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!", I panted as my dick spat loads of
juice covering up to my chin.  I continued to wrap my ring around his dick
massaging it, while I shook and shuddered. Livelle began to grunt as he
fucked and pumped faster and deeper.  He hit my prostate harder, rising up
and driving his dick into me growling .  I clamped my ass on his black 9-1/2"
as he pumped.  " GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR", he grunted, bucking against me as he
filled me with his seed cooling off the heat that was still burning inside
me. Collapsing on top of me he kissed my lips, sweat dripping off his
forehead.  "Damn J, dat was one hell of a welcome wagon.", he smiled and I
laid there still drunk from the smell of our sex.

SHORT STORY BY: COCOKURE

I had just stripped off my clothes---shorts and all---to take a nap when
two handsome Arabs, as hugely hung as the stallions they rode over the
desert sands, lept into my tent and grabbed me tightly before I could
defend myself.  I recognized them as the personal guards of the
terrorist Sheik Abdul Mahmoud, my arch enemy!

In the ensuing struggle, one of the muscular guards planted a feverish
kiss on my palpitating belly, which sent a delicious tingle through my
slowly stiffening cock.  His arms slid between my thighs and he grasped
my balls, then slowly his hand moved back to the crack of my ass---and I
felt his thick finger being inserted into my tight asshole!  "Stop!" the
other guard said, "The Sheik is waiting. We must go."

Shortly they led me before Abdul Mahmoud, who sat grinning, completely
naked, and  stroking a magnificently stud-sized rampant hard-on.  In
fact, during the struggle, all three of our cocks had begun to
swell---and my own stood out proudly.

"Ah, you big-dicked British pig," Abdul sneered, "I wonder if you have
as big an asshole?"  He pumped his stiff prick once or twice, very
slowly.  "We'll soon find out, for you're going to get a real taste of
red hot juicy Arab mancock right now."  The guard who had slipped his
finger up my ass at my tent now slipped it in again and pushed it in and
out, as his buddy bent over and licked the bulbous head of Abdul's
king-sized weapon.  His lips parted as that glorious tool slid out of
sight down his throat until his face was buried in Abdul's hairy crotch.

The two handsome guards quickly flung me down on the Oriental rug at
Abdul's feet.  While one held my head face down, the other grabbed my
hips firmly and lifted my butt into the air.  Abdul stood between my
legs and quickly inserted the enormous head of his penis between the
cheeks of my ass, up tight against my quivering hole.  I could see that
both Arabs holding me had roaring hard-ons themselves.

I tingled dizzily from the pressure of Abdul's love tool against my
virgin hole---and I almost fainted as he shoved his powerful cock in up
to the hilt with sudden savagery!  I yelled in agony as it felt like my
ass would split wide open.  He quickly pulled it almost all the way
out----and then just as quickly shoved it back in again until I felt his
big hairy balls against my ass.

With Abdul's big Arab cock planted firmly and deeply in my asshole, the
guards quickly turned me over onto my back.  I've never had a sensation
like the one I got as the huge mushroom head of Abdul's powerful prick
screwed around in my ass as they turned me over, but as I started to
scream, one of the big stud guards stifled it by squatting down and
putting his hairy asshole down tight against my mouth.  My pain seemed
to flow steadily away as Abdul relentlessly drove his throbbing shaft in
and out of my relaxing ass.

To get air, I opened my mouth and began to tongue the puckered hole of
the handsome guard who was sitting on my face.  He lifted slightly, and
much to my surprise, my tongue followed that wonderful asshole.

Later I discovered that Abdul was kissing the guard whose ass I was so
enthusiastically licking while he was madly fucking me---and the other
handsome Arab guard was just as enthusiastically rimming Abdul.

Abdul groaned loudly and with a series of rapid and powerful movements,
packed his tremendous pecker deep into my ass as his gushing love juices
flooded my insides.  As his passion subsided, he fell off of me onto the
rug, his muscular hairy body stll quivering with the delights he had
just experienced.  I picked up his softening prick and covered it with
kisses.  Just then, I felt another huge cock penetrate my well fucked
hole.  One of the guards was taking his master's place!

Looking around, I saw that it was the guard whose ass I had licked and I
cried out happily,  "Put it in me...all the way....sink it right to the
root and fuck me.....FUCK ME!"  He took me at my word and shoved that
great cock into my ass as I saw his buddy lean over and finger his
asshole  I knew that this stud Arab who had tongued Abdul's ass with
such abandon was about to give the fuck of his life to the big dicked
guard who was fucking me.

I'd never suspected what happiness could come from that big piece of
meat that hangs between a man's legs.  By now I was helpless in the
throes of new passion, and the Arab used me as he wished.  He jerked his
cock in and out of my manhole mercilessly, plunging that big tool into
my ass like a battering ram as he screwed me.  His rampaging, plowing
prick filled me with a strange sweetness.  My own cock was stiffer than
it had ever been and suddenly I shot my creamy white cum all over the
rug and onto Abdul's tanned hairy muscular thighs as I felt that Arab's
swollen prick pulse uncontrollably as he gushed his copious love juices
into my already well-filled ass.  In my joy at the wonderful sensation,
I covered Abdul's big hairy balls with kisses until his cock rose anew
to its towering rock-like beauty.

Abdul grabbed me into his vise-like arms and pulled me over onto his
broad hairy chest, and in this position, one of the guards yanked my ass
all the way down onto Abdul's rigid prick.  It felt like a railroad tie
as it pierced my insides and he fucked the hot hell out of my cum-filled
ass.  The harder he shoved, the more I loved it!

Rolling me over, Abdul fucked madly until only my shoulderes were
touching the rug---pounding, pounding, until I thought I might die from
ecstasy.  Abdul yelled aloud a blessing to Allah for granting him this
pleasure as his already enormously swollen cock expanded still more, and
he gushed jism into my greedy asshole like a fire hose.  My own cock was
throbbing passionately and I moaned, "Somebody take it......oh
please....somebody....."

Abdul bent his black-bearded mouth down and took my tool into his warm,
loving mouth, but the shock was so great that I shot off like a geyser
as I sobbed with bliss.  I came like a fountain, spurting cum into
Abdul's warm, sucking mouth, and his black beard tickled my balls as he
swallowed the proof of my love.

I'll never leave the desert now that I've made this discovery.  Only
those who have been fucked----and I mean THOROUGHLY fucked---by a
masculine, muscular, hairy, well-hung stud like Abdul will be able to
understand why I am staying here---the willing love-slave of Shek Abdul
and his husky, heavy hung Arabian guards!  Wouldn't you stay?
Especially now since Abdul loves me as much as I love him---and has
granted me the privilege of fucking his tight, taut Arab asshole.  I'd be
a fool to give this up----this love I've found in the desert.

SHORT STORY BY: WW EAST