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Wrestle and Wank: a original CMNM and buddy sex story

[Note: You can see the fully illustrated version of this blog posts at either:
flashdick.blogspot.jp/2015/10...and.html
or
www.justusboys.com/forum/en...y-Part-1]

by Thorn on his Yahoo Group [thorngay]

Whenever we go round to John's flat. it's just be a matter of time before he would find some excuse to start play wresting with at least one of us. I say one of us, because the others usually seem willing to join in. During the fight T-shirts get pulled off, shirts become unbuttoned and disposed of and occasionally more.

It is a great opportunity to get up close and very personal with friends. But, because it is a kind of macho, thanks to the wrestling, it doesn't seem to produce the same defensive response as if, say, you simply started removing someone's shirt for the hell of it!

Being gay I naturally rather like when I, or the others, lose more than our shirts. So I have became quite adept and furtively unclipping belts, unbuttoning and unzipping jeans. I usually end up with my jeans half open and my briefs exposed for all to see and, very often touch. I try not to be too hard so that I look too much as though I am enjoying things, but it's not easy to control. Especially when I have one of my mates bare chested and squeezed up tight to my body with only a bit of thin cotton between my dick and their bod. I try hard not to get too aroused. Must keep up the pretence that I am not overly enjoying this... LOL.

Occasionally I manage to get mine, or a friends jeans right off, so we are left wrestling in briefs or boxers.
Then is when the high-jinks can start. Usually it is not long before the briefs, start to slide down. Either of their own accord or with various helping hands. My own included.

Sometimes, I, or one of the others will end up completely naked on the floor in front of a group of friends wrestling. On one such occasion I was wrestling with Joe and managed to get his shorts to fall off. Funny that ;-). Then Tim lent a helping hand to pull his boxers off his butt. From there they just slid down of their own accord until I was wrestling with a naked Joe.

Now Joe is a sexy guy and, even sexier with no clothes. So, when Ken said to "grab his cock!" well... I didn't stop to worry about pretending I was not gay, I just took this as an instruction and obeyed. The others let out a whoop which just encouraged me. At first I just enjoyed holding his dick, but then – encouraged by the obvious delight of the others – I started stroking his dick. Joe seemed to like it as he just lay there and his dick started to throb in my hand. It felt really good.

In an instant Joe rolled onto his back in front of the group with my hand still attached to his dick. It was like as if I couldn't let go.
For an instant I thought I would spoil the illusion of straight macho-ness and get thrown out of the house. But, all I could see where lots of eyes transfixed with the spectacle and the sound of a few slightly nervous laughs covering for uncertainty.

I found my hand starting to wank Joe in front of the audience. He lay there obviously enjoying this and the guys were now making encouraging noises too - "yeah", "go for it", "get him to cum" were among the comments I heard. Joe was now getting very hard and a little wet. Obviously he was enjoying it. Then with a shudder he shot a hot load over his body.

"Good boy," said John. Mark chipped in that it was only fair that it should be me next. I pretended to object, but secretly wanted to perform. Joe cleaned himself up and stepped towards me, unzipping my jeans and pulling down my briefs. My dick sprang to attention. "On the floor," Joe said and I willingly agreed.

Six pairs of eyes were watching as Joe worked my cock until I, too, exploded. There was a muted cheer from the guys. I turned and noticed that Tom, who was in the group watching, had his jeans and briefs around his ankles and was wanking away. Obviously he had enjoyed the show. Soon others were joining in and clothes were flying in all directions. We spent the rest of the night naked, drinking, chatting, wanking.

From then on we had another outcome for the wrestling sessions which now became more exciting.

Thorn
THORNGAY GROUP: groups.yahoo.com/group/thorngay

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Wrestle and Wank: a original CMNM and buddy sex story



[Note: You can see the fully illustrated version of this blog posts at either:
flashdick.blogspot.jp/2015/10...and.html
or
www.justusboys.com/forum/en...y-Part-1]

by Thorn on his Yahoo Group [thorngay]

Whenever we go round to John's flat. it's just be a matter of time before he would find some excuse to start play wresting with at least one of us. I say one of us, because the others usually seem willing to join in. During the fight T-shirts get pulled off, shirts become unbuttoned and disposed of and occasionally more.

It is a great opportunity to get up close and very personal with friends. But, because it is a kind of macho, thanks to the wrestling, it doesn't seem to produce the same defensive response as if, say, you simply started removing someone's shirt for the hell of it!

Being gay I naturally rather like when I, or the others, lose more than our shirts. So I have became quite adept and furtively unclipping belts, unbuttoning and unzipping jeans. I usually end up with my jeans half open and my briefs exposed for all to see and, very often touch. I try not to be too hard so that I look too much as though I am enjoying things, but it's not easy to control. Especially when I have one of my mates bare chested and squeezed up tight to my body with only a bit of thin cotton between my dick and their bod. I try hard not to get too aroused. Must keep up the pretence that I am not overly enjoying this... LOL.

Occasionally I manage to get mine, or a friends jeans right off, so we are left wrestling in briefs or boxers.
Then is when the high-jinks can start. Usually it is not long before the briefs, start to slide down. Either of their own accord or with various helping hands. My own included.

Sometimes, I, or one of the others will end up completely naked on the floor in front of a group of friends wrestling. On one such occasion I was wrestling with Joe and managed to get his shorts to fall off. Funny that ;-). Then Tim lent a helping hand to pull his boxers off his butt. From there they just slid down of their own accord until I was wrestling with a naked Joe.

Now Joe is a sexy guy and, even sexier with no clothes. So, when Ken said to "grab his cock!" well... I didn't stop to worry about pretending I was not gay, I just took this as an instruction and obeyed. The others let out a whoop which just encouraged me. At first I just enjoyed holding his dick, but then – encouraged by the obvious delight of the others – I started stroking his dick. Joe seemed to like it as he just lay there and his dick started to throb in my hand. It felt really good.

In an instant Joe rolled onto his back in front of the group with my hand still attached to his dick. It was like as if I couldn't let go.
For an instant I thought I would spoil the illusion of straight macho-ness and get thrown out of the house. But, all I could see where lots of eyes transfixed with the spectacle and the sound of a few slightly nervous laughs covering for uncertainty.

I found my hand starting to wank Joe in front of the audience. He lay there obviously enjoying this and the guys were now making encouraging noises too - "yeah", "go for it", "get him to cum" were among the comments I heard. Joe was now getting very hard and a little wet. Obviously he was enjoying it. Then with a shudder he shot a hot load over his body.

"Good boy," said John. Mark chipped in that it was only fair that it should be me next. I pretended to object, but secretly wanted to perform. Joe cleaned himself up and stepped towards me, unzipping my jeans and pulling down my briefs. My dick sprang to attention. "On the floor," Joe said and I willingly agreed.

Six pairs of eyes were watching as Joe worked my cock until I, too, exploded. There was a muted cheer from the guys. I turned and noticed that Tom, who was in the group watching, had his jeans and briefs around his ankles and was wanking away. Obviously he had enjoyed the show. Soon others were joining in and clothes were flying in all directions. We spent the rest of the night naked, drinking, chatting, wanking.

From then on we had another outcome for the wrestling sessions which now became more exciting.

Thorn
THORNGAY GROUP: groups.yahoo.com/group/thorngay

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Good time at Osaka's Largest Gay Baths

[Note: You can see the fully illustrated version of this blog post at either:
kelly-sb.blogspot.com/2015/09...ths.html
or
www.justusboys.com/forum/en...hs-Part-1 ]

I visited Osaka this weekend, and went to Hokuokan (the huge gay baths and inn there) for the first time. It was hopping with all types of men...Asian men, grandpops, and twinks made up 98%. I fit in somewhere. I think it makes me a whole lot more exhibitionist in many ways because of the fact that I am a member of an extreme racial/ethnic minority in Japan. You might think the opposite might be true, and in some ways, it is like being a 'fly on the wall' - as an outsider to the surrounding culture that can be so quickly identified as such. But it's also stimulating (although it can be exhausting at times) to be the object of everyone's interest (apparently so -- though obviously not true). I get glances all the time wherever I am.
sunbuns

But in a gay bath house, those glances are ones that might be admiring or at least curious. At my age, I don't pass up a chance to show off in the light of such visual scrutiny. So I often get a hard on just walking around. It helps too that there are also a hot men and young men that have well-developed muscles on a wiry, athletic frame. Not be far can you say that Asian men are not well-endowed. Size is only relative. In comparison with the overall size of their bodies, some Japanese men are hugely endowed. Not being a size queen does help.

yukata
The night was pretty good -- Saturday seemed to have been best to arrive before 9pm. There were plenty of hot young dudes (20s & 30s) who were getting dressed, and leaving, but then another wave arrived later on in the evening.

I got to plug a few asses, and watch plenty getting sucked and fucked. The top role is one I often seem obliged to take in such an orgy-like environment. I am not hugely endowed, but often more than equal to and many times quite a mouthful for some dude who later wants his butt opened and his prostate massaged by a blunt object: my cock. It was hot when one other non-Asian young guy sucked my cock while a small Japanese dude rode the white guy's big ass.

Locker room
He would probably have liked me to plow his white meaty buns.. but I had other fish to fry that night. Hokuoukan (北欧館)is 8 floors of lockers, baths, saunas, group 'mixed' rooms with TV, porno video, and dark corners, where sex is going on. The top floors are private rooms where you can stay all night - so you might consider it as an alternative to a more expensive hotel - if you ever had reason to visit Osaka.

I also like the 'chase' - seeing a cute guy who seems interested but who can't seem to break down and give in to my advances. Of course, it's not always successful - but when a young Japanese guy gives me the look-over, I try to see if he'll want to do more than look. Obviously, the men who are my age or older, chase me too, often trying to put the make on my booty or my baby-maker (I fathered two children, remember), but at times they can be too clawing and undaunted in trying to obtain their goal: get my cock in their ass or mouth. I push them away - unless - I'm in a really horny or desperate.feeling up in sauna

Last night, there was one really cute slim hottie - probably in his early 20s - that had me 'chasing' him up and down the 8 stories, but he always managed to get back to the TV room - with his towel slightly spread -- a real tease, so nothing came of it because I wanted to leave by midnight. You pay an entrance fee ($22), but you have to pay an extra 600 yen ($6 US) if you depart after midnight - although that allows you to stay the rest of the night. There are plenty of places to sleep - but sometimes, it is 'hard' to sleep because some cute guy or, more likely, some older codger will keep trying to pull open your cotton robe or slip off the blanket to get a taste of your exotic 'foreign' meat. Pretending to sleep in order to attract 'suitor-suckers' is also fun at times, and there are sometimes a lot of Japanese men who only prefer to have sex with men that way: being seduced while 'asleep.'

justusboys.com/forum/user.../144321.jpg
suck at soda machine.

It would have been hot to go out on the streets since Osaka is full of bars, pubs, and night clubs because there were tons and tons of cute twinks flooding the streets. But they hardly gave a middle-aged foreigner a second look, when I had headed to Umeda Station, walking from my hotel.... (oh well...). At least in the baths, everyone's there to get off basically so you don't have to 'play games' unless you're particularly picky, double timed.

It was a nice time in Osaka. It's a fun city with a lot to do and see, and a vibe that is very different from Tokyo. I'm sure I'll find another excuse to come again (literally) soon.
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I'm a married man who loves men - especially those not of my race

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www.justusboys.com/forum/en...ce-Part-0
or
kelly-sb.blogspot.com/2015/09...lly.html ]


Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 00:27:00 +0200 From: dickydoo2@gmx.com Subject:
Thai Treats THAI TREATS Wow, was I ever thrilled! My dad asked me if I wanted to join him on his business trip to Thailand for 3 weeks in the summer! Man, I love to travel and had just read about it and its varied culture and countryside in our Geography class. But also was torn too, because I was now 14 and wanted to spend the summer with friends, especially my new boyfriend Andy.

Yes I call him that because I'm pretty sure I'm gay. I've been struggling with identification for the last

year or so and haven't come out yet. It was a last minute thing, one of my father's co-workers had to cancel and the company told my dad I could use the ticket. Yippee! The problem though, was we were only given 2 days' notice. He was all ready but I had to run around, and luckily I had a passport from earlier vacations but had to get vaccinated and mom wanted me to have new clothes because I would be meeting some of dad's associates. You know... mothers. But the biggest disappointment for me personally, was that Andy was at his grandma's for a week and I wouldn't be able to have a blowoff goodbye.

We had finally consummated our friendship with an oral bond just once, a mere three day ago, the taste still fresh in my mouth. And his cock, yes, the feel of that hard cock sliding on my tongue for the first time, still titillating me but tearing at me to stay and not go. And as you well know, at almost 14, that member of the body becomes the most important one, on you and on others, receiving the most focus and interest, consuming a lot of time, and determining who, how and when you relate to another one. Well, maybe still to you too... And I phoned his cell, left a message, sent a text, and needless to say, all to no avail and very disappointing. It was difficult to sleep that night before, Bangkok on my mind, and Andy in my hand. Yes, since I couldn't give him a live blowoff, I made a fantasy goodbye, based on some reality.

I had gone through all the prepubescent usual coming of age, playing doctor with the local boys and girls. Then that onrush of puberty, anxiously awaiting my turn. I had joined a friend to watch his cousin and his friend whack off, their humongous boners (well humongous to us at that time, remember?) squirting gooey 'cum'. Then madly whacking ourselves or a friend till one by one we got off, our own initial gooey cums. I was an early bloomer with the biggest dick, so they enjoyed workin' my wang and I was the second 'offer', but enjoyed whacking the others as they inevitably came on stream and offed too. But eventually they faded away as pussies took over for pricks. Like I said, I was a little lonely, queers being in the minority, not much action, not many to hang with, and coming out a big decision, but then I met Andy.

Ah yes, Andy. He was taller than me, real skinny with glasses, curly black hair and very shy. And for

whatever reason, and I don't know why, I was attracted to him and after a while, found he liked me. So we did the usual trading of backgrounds, likes and dislikes and also I was testing for that important interest which was finally verified when his eyes dropped several times as mine had been doing. Great! Then with our touching, and his tightening when I dropped my wrist down on his solid bulge while playing the computer. Then the clothed teasing and I just about shit when he invited me to a sleepover! I guess you call him a real sleeper. The shower before bed surprised me where we fell in love with each other's' love sticks. We did a lot of kissing and had our first glorious mutual masturbation, which we continued for several weeks and then, being a little hesitant at first, he finally let me blow his rocks off. Oh, sweet nectar... But he was still indecisive about taking that step on me.

Oops, forgot I've been stroking myself while I'm telling you this, and I'm ready, so I'll just lube up my throbber, my palm, forefinger and thumb and get back to the farewell fantasy. I'm pinching my thumb against my forefinger so they were like a pair of lips (not a cunt) and put them against my knob, palm facing out, then push them down, squeezing my knob between, then onto the shaft, then down and the knob runs along my palm like it's a mouth. A little different from the way you fucked your hand I bet, but a vivid Imagination is a queer`s best friend when you're still in the closet, right? I picture his lips and hot mouth sucking, sucking me off and bam! I have a great cummy, shimmy, shake, the whole works. Thanks Andy, you're the best! Whew. Now, on to Thailand! We took off, the trip really exciting and Bangkok (We chuckled when we first heard it when we were 12, because that's what we used to do to each other...) was awesome, so much energy, millions of bright lights and wild colours. They also had a room reserved and since they got a special group price, they had to keep it, bonus!

Dad said I could use it too, a place all of my own! I felt like King Shit, let me tell you! I was finally all settled in by the second day, what with the jet lag and familiarizing myself with the hotel, the restaurant, putting my clothes away and all that, and was anxious to get started exploring. And I must say, it was exhilarating in our area, the crowds, the buildings, the stores and if I must say, was almost overwhelming. The next day I decided to try the pool so put on my surfer shorts and headed down. I was surprised and happy when I noticed a Thai boy lounging down the deck a ways. Man he was drop dead gorgeous! Holy shit! You know where my interests lie, eh? Like yours... Slight of build, smooth light vanilla skin and shiny black hair in bangs. He looked about 13 too which would be great, then my Johnny tingled when my eyes dropped down to the bikini, no, more like a tiny thong, the contents of which belied that age. Eventually I was to find them all looking younger than they actually were. He caught me glancing and returned a slight smile, which embarrassed me, but just then a tall freckle faced boy about 18, red haired, buck teeth and thick glasses came in and smiled at him. They seemed to know each other as he stood over him and chatted, then took something out of his pocket and gave it to Thaiboy. Thaiboy ran his wrist down the pouch in his thong and I noticed the redhead's boxers seemed to start tenting. Wow! Hmmm... Interesting... The Thai nodded and got up and took Red's hand and started leading him into the change rooms and holy shit! Naturally I stared at his ass, that other area of interest and it was a thong! A string one at that, the string disappearing down in the crack between two gloriously bare vanilla buns! Holy shit again! And just as they were about to enter, he looked over his shoulder and shot me a warm smile this time! I just about melted, thinking he hadn't really noticed me that much. Jeez I got that warning tingle that my sleeping friend was now awake and interested, so I quickly dove in the water to cool him off a bit.

Whew! That's better... I did a few lengths to keep my mind from fantasizing too much, then climbed out, looked down, and seeing no indication that my mind was still wandering, flopped back down on the chaise. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the Thai come out with Red. Thai was relaxed, but Red was kinda nervous, minus tent, as they knuckle bumped and Red hustled away. I figured Thai

would too, but he started over to me, smiling! Holy, holy shit again! Please don't bone up and embarrass me I whispered to myself and rose up in a sitting position, just in case, as he approached and stood over me, pouch at eye level which I ignored for safety's sake. "Hey I`m Phoc, Phoc Lue, how are you?" and I just about choked on the name, not knowing how it was spelt because the C is hard so it sounded like Fuck, Fuck Lou. Gawd he was gorgeous, even more so up close. So smooth, that shiny black hair, haunting black eyes with big lashes, full pouting lips, slight in build, a little shorter than me, and the important part even better up close. I dared not look down at it, just caught it with peripheral glances. Gawd! Tingle, tingle.... "Er... hey, yeah... er... I'm Josh, I'm good" "You're beautiful" What? Jeez, that really floored me, coming out of left field, how do you respond to that?

Well maybe my description might help you decide. I had what you could call a 'Surfer' look. The ubiquitous, tanned body, curly sun bleached blond hair, Beiber cute, including sparkling green eyes and full lips, ya, you know what they are good for. The rest of me I will describe if and when we get to that stage, hopefully. I stumbled, weakly replying, "Er... thanks..." He nodded, "You like boys?"

Double whammy! I squirmed, quite uncomfortable, so he helped me out, "I do. I love you" Wha... Man this is fastest hit I've ever had on me! It was great though, speeds up the matching, so again, still a little unsure of this, but what the heck, I'm not a home, "Ya, I like you too" "Good. You have chlorine on you. We shower now, I wash you good. You do me too if you like" Yikes, you're not too shy now, cut right to the quick! His eyes dropped down to the tent my waking friend was now making, "He happy I gonna clean him, make him cleaner" and chuckled for the first time. He took my hand and led me over to his chaise where he picked up his bag and led us into the change room. It had a couple shower stalls and we went straight into the large handicapped one with doors and he locked it and dropped his kit on the bench. My mouth went dry, my heart started pounding, so, you might say I was really nervous. But I tried to be cool, "You... aren't staying here?" and oh, my straining dick was vibrating now. "No, just work" and put his hands on his hips and looked down at his pouch, "well, you looked at it lot, now take out prize" Jeez my mind is an open book to him. I was really hurting and dicky was ringing now, so I threw all discretion aside, caving into my carnal cravings, seceding to that hormonal onslaught, whew, then simply undid the string on the side of his thong and it just dropped down along with the pouch and I wasn't disappointed! A thick dick, a little darker than his body skin, as were his large uptight nuts, and it was semi, about 5 1/2" but was on the rise up to about 6".

Not sure if he shaved but his pubes were very smooth anyway. When I skinned his hoody back off

the large node under it, a beauty of a knob slid out, shiny with a long taper, not a light pink like mine, but more light brown like his skin colour is, and his balls were nice and firm, smooth, big an uptight, a great wad chamber. Fuck I was so hard man, it felt like my dick was gonna tear through the cloth to surface and get some air as he reached over and squeezed its tent! I didn't react, I might have before, but I was enjoying this, completely forgetting Andy now. Sorry Andy. Then he worked mine down and finally, relief as it snapped up, vibrating like a tuning fork and he raised his brow as he wrapped his fist around it, "Holy pig! So big. Must be 20 -21 cm, oh, almost 8" in America". I never liked to be naked around any guys because it attracted attention and I was a little shy, but sure glad he liked it. And he was dead on, obviously a connoisseur, the last time Andy measured it (bet you hsve too) it was 7 3/4", and he was into math, using ruler and calipers. Straight, 20 degrees off vertical when hard, diameter 1 1/2", knob length 1 3/4", knob flare 1 3/4" diameter, left nad 1 1/4 " and down 3", right nad 1" and down 2 3/4"and best squirt shot, only once, throat, 12". Oh and bush trimmed and shaped 1 X 3 1/2" blond rectangle. Yes, he was into math, enjoying measuring it, but not orallyling it, yet.


"Beauty cock! But you not American?" I tilted my head, "No, why do you ask?" "American, Muslim and Jew cut end of dick off, look ugly" then slid the skin down on my shaft, rolling my hoody off, "See, nice and juicy, tasty, not all wrinkly, must taste now" He bent over and molested my throbber and he was good, swiping his tongue up the underside of my tender tip as I reacted by grabbing his offending orb by the hair, squeezing it, then he teased with a tongue swirl and followed by slipping his lips over the tip, and sucking on it a couple times. Wow, he was good, real good. Too good. He rose up and licked his lips, "Ver good, now you try Thai treat?"

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Guys talking about sex with their fathers, Part 3

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www.justusboys.com/forum/en...-Part-3-a
or
passionhentai.blogspot.com/2015....html ]


The following are a collection of stories and confessions (some of which may not be true or only partly false). They were retrieved from a public forum on gay incest and father-son relationship at the JustUsBoys.com discussion forum.

You can read these and more of the older forum posts at:
www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php

First off - yes, I am a new member. I've read the entire topic and I know first-posters are under certain suspicion, but a recent poster did bring up the good point that people with fewer posts probably are the ones sharing their true experiences while those with many are more likely making up some (though a few of those could still be true).

So since there's no way to prove this is true, of course, I'll just get on with my story and hope y'all enjoy it.

Yup... I have had sex with my dad, and it was a relationship that lasted maybe three months right before I moved out when I was 18. For a couple of years before that, I had moved into a fetish of watching incest porn, and while I'm into straight sex too, I'm primarily gay so the father-son incest really did it for me. Naturally I started thinking about my dad sexually, but I had read about male homosexual psychology and how it was very common to have those feelings, as well as straight men for their mothers and so forth. So I stuck to jacking off and never made any moves on my dad.

Right near the end of my first year at university, I was coming home through the back door where the computer is, and there's a window right there so anyone at the computer can see anybody coming up the back stairs. Dad must have been a bit too engrossed in what was going on on the screen, of course, since he didn't notice me until I walked into the kitchen and started taking off my shoes.

He turned around and I was able to see the screen, which had a porn video on it. Straight as straight can be. He jumped a bit when he saw me, but he had all his clothes on, so I made it humorous and said I'd take off my shoes in the porch so he could finish watching. I did that, and came back in and he was already logged out. He apologized and said that he had been searching for "red neon tubes" when he accidentally came across a porn site that specialized in coloured condoms lol. We had a laugh and then I went into my room... I wasn't too bothered or anything, but I was honestly glad to see him watching porn since I'm a healthy believer in sexual activity no matter your age.

In my room, I'm on my floor sorting through notes and stuff when he comes in and stands in the doorway. I thought he was feeling guilty, so I just told him what I thought in the above paragraph, and he appreciated that. Then he hesitated and said he wanted to tell me something... and it was right here when I simply realized what was going to happen. I knew he was going to ask something personal, sexual... I just KNEW he was going to ask if I wanted to have sex with him.


He didn't get to the point right away, but said first that he loved me very much and was proud of me for taking university, a job, and moving out all together and being in charge of my destiny when he and my mom had supported me all the way. He was glad to see me off, but wanted to have as few regrets as possible... and also reassured me that I could ignore him and we would never need to speak of it again. By now I had no doubt what he was going to ask.

"[name], I'd like to have sex with you. Yes or no, or think about it, or never speak about it again. I'm your father and I respect you, and I want to experience this with you." (Sound artificial? Well, yes, kind of. He's a logician and so am I, so we're like that when we know the wording has to be careful in a conversation. Again, this story is true or not depending on what you want to believe. )

As well as being a logician, I'm pretty skilled at putting aside emotions and getting to the heart of the matter. I wanted to be totally clear we were on the same page... and my heart was pounding and my mind was telling me not to be silly, that it was perfectly clear what he wanted and it was what I wanted too, just once... but I asked him anyway, what exactly he meant.


He was blunt - "I want us to blow each other, be naked, have sex, cum together, and so forth. I want to do this with you. I've watched videos so I know how to do it."

At that, I kind of cackled because it was such a silly and funny thing to say and it was just like my dad to say that. And I knew what we were going to do. I immediately stood up and let down the blinds over the window, then said, "Do you want it here or on your bed, or...?"


He said, "my bed," where I had slept with my parents when I was too afraid to be alone... and now we were going to fuck in it. Here was where I kind of caught my breath and he looked worried.

"If you are really not sure about this, you need to say no now. You can say no at any point and we'll stop, but better now than halfway through."

"No, I want this. I've been thinking about it for like years now, and it's just crazy right now because I can't believe I'm getting this."

He told me he couldn't believe it either, and we both smiled and went to his bed, just across the hall (small house, one floor). Once there, I also pulled the blinds over the window and then we kind of looked at each other across the bed where he and my mother had no doubt fucked countless times... and she was out of the house all day, so we knew we wouldn't be interrupted if we really went along with this.
My dad suggested we get naked now so that we don't have to worry about it on the bed, which would be hard for him to do since he was overweight (I don't have a thing for large people at all, this was just my dad). I was fine with that so we took off our shirts, always looking at each other, and then I took off my pants and socks while he took longer. Both in our underwear, I decided to slowly strip my underwear, which he loved and said,

"I've dreamed about this so many times... I know I'd be called a pervert, but it's just something I can't control. I can't believe we're going to do this."

My cock came out of my underwear and something must have snapped in his head, because he just came right around the bed and pushed me onto it, face up, and buried his face in there. He didn't blow at first, but he got to that right away, and I loved it. Really, it was a blowjob like any other, but I watched it and it was MY DAD. Just unbelievable. He was pretty good at it too, surprisingly...

Then he took off his underwear and got on the bed with me too, and he was actually bigger than I had thought when seeing him semi-nude in the past. About 6 inches while I'm closer to 5.5. He laid back and I returned the favour. The head was really big and I just wrapped my tongue about it... again, thinking, this is my freaking dad! I have my father's cock in my mouth.


I blew him for a couple of minutes, and then he brought out the lube and condoms and we got right to it. I wasn't a virgin so I kind of gave him advice on how to go slow at first, porn doesn't really show that well but he had suspected so it was all good. I laid on my back and really splayed my legs and lifted up my butt so he could get in there... I didn't expect it, but seeing and feeling his big belly roll over my cock was a crazy turn-on.

He fucked me really slowly at first, gasping a bit and making me worry he was having trouble breathing. But he got it and then started really fucking me. Feeling this huge body moving over me and into and out of me was amazing. And over and over I kept thinking of this incredible fact: This is my dad I'm having sex with.

He came soon after, and I jacked off and came like 20 seconds later. We laid there for a bit and then talked about how we loved it... and he kind of looked at me slyly and said, "is this going to keep you home now?"


Funny. I was moving out in 3 months or so, and that was in stone. So we both knew we'd be doing this again... And we did, all while my mom lived there. If she ever finds out about it, she'd probably freak although she's the best mom a gay son could want... but we really had some close calls!

Like one time dad and I were both in the living room and mom said she was going over to the neighbour's for a few minutes. So right when she left, we looked at each other and I immediately went down on him, in the armchair he was reading in while the huge window was open and the door was still ajar. He came in 5 minutes or so when I jacked him at the end, and then he had to hurry into the bathroom when I saw mom walking back up the sidewalk. Whoo.

And another time we were in the van driving away from a school event and we went down a really abandoned alley, parked, and I got on top of him in the driver's seat and let him fuck me. (We kept condoms in the van.)

Mostly we would fuck in my bedroom or his bedroom, nice and traditional whenever mom was out of the house, but we really loved those risky ones. One time I was blowing him at the computer, sitting under the desk while he watched porn, and suddenly he tapped my head really fast and sharply so I stopped, then he pushed me back into the wall under the computer. Then I realized he was talking to the neighbour through the window, had just barely seen him coming and then called out to him to talk through the window. They talked for like a minute before I said to myself, heck with this, and went on blowing him! Their conversation lasted 5 minutes! Quite a few times dad had to excuse his weird voice for a sore throat, hah...

And now I'm living away from him and barely see him anymore, but he can drive over sometimes. If my roommate's out, we definitely get up to stuff in my room. But it's very rare now, I'm so busy now, so I consider it mostly over. Sad. =(

That's my story... hope you guys enjoyed it even if you didn't believe it, heh.

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I’ve never told anyone about my incest experiences before, and if they sound contrived I assure you it really happened. Even though it wasn’t with my father here it is anyway. My first experience was when I was 5 shortly after my father died. I can look back now and see how I was desperately looking for a father figure. It started with an uncle who was 16 or 17 at the time. Everyday my mother would leave for work at 4 am and I would go to my grandmother’s house. Typically there was always someone there so I would be put into a bed usually with someone already sleeping in it. I remember snuggling up to him for warmth and feeling his hard dick. I asked him what it was and he showed me. I know being so small everything seems gigantic but he has an extremely large dick, at least 10 in. So I asked if I could touch it, and he said ok.

I remember basically just playing with it, trying to get both hands to reach around the entire thing, which I couldn’t. I can remember his scent being something that sticks in my mind. He never got off when I did this, for me I was very curious, for him I’m sure the thrill of having another person touch his dick was his reasoning. I never felt bad about that and I don’t feel like I was abused or taken advantage of, I’m the one who initiated it after all. This happened several times that year, but nothing ever went further than just me touching him.
When I was 6 or 7 I had a real bad case of hero worship for an older cousin of mine. He was the kind of guy every young boy would look up to. Tall, handsome and he had a wicked sense of humor. He drove hot rods and motorcycles, had a different girl every weekend and was a real rascal that everyone seemed to fall in love with. He was always doing something he shouldn’t and he never seemed to get in trouble. I would spend the weekend at my aunts house sometimes and I would get to sleep in his basement room with him, which I thought was cool, having its own entrance and kitchen and bathroom. It seemed very grownup to me at the time. One time when I was staying over I woke up and caught him jacking off, I asked him what he was doing and he told me. Then he asked me to do it for him. I did without hesitation, I thought at the time it would be like before with my uncle. That was the first time I saw a guy shoot cum, I remember it flying every where when he came. So this happened a few times and things seemed fine. Then one time I was over he asked if he could stick his dick in my ass, I was nervous because he had a rather thick cock, I’d say it was 7 in and pretty thick, I had to use both hands when I jacked him off if that gives you an idea. So he told me to lay face down on his bed and he straddled me, he began to shove the head in, it hurt so bad, I cried for him to stop but he didn’t. He ended up getting it all the way in and proceeded to fuck me really hard for about 5 mins before he shot in my ass, to me it felt like forever.

I remember afterwards going into his huge walk in closet and laying down in the dark feeling very hollow inside, I was probably in shock. After that I didn’t ask to go spend the night at my aunts anymore. Several years later when I was around 10 or 11 he was moving across country and stopped at our house to spend the night. Of course he ended up sleeping in my bed with me, and during the night he asked me if I remembered when he fucked me, then made me suck him off. He was pretty much as brutal during that too; forcing it down my throat till I gagged and making me swallow his cum. It was humiliating.

Even though these 2 events were in my mind abuse; I never told anyone. I was ashamed and embarrassed even though on some level I still loved him. Plus the thought of what my whole family would think was pretty intimidating as well. I think about it now and I wonder just how much it’s truly affected me, even though I hated what happened at the time now when ever a guy forcefully fucks me or if a guy is rough when I’m sucking his dick I pretty much get off on it hard core…weird but true.

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I have lurked in this thread for some time now and read everyone's posts. I have to say that with some stories, you just know they are real when you read them. Same for pictures. I know, at least. But most are obviously fictitious. This is what I have to share. Be warned it doesn't end well. I wrote about the bad parts and the good parts, but I couldn't really write about it at all if I didn't include both.

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I used to have sex with my dad. It started when I was a teenager. I stayed with him in the summers, and he tried to give me his version of “the talk” one year. He asked if had any girlfriends. I told him no, and he said “Well, do you bat for the other team?” But stupidly I didn’t know what that meant. He asked it kind of mockingly anyway, and in retrospect I think my mom told him about me (she knew I was gay). This was a really embarrassing thing to be asked, and I let it drop from there.

One night about three weeks later I was at dad’s house watching an adult channel on TV and there was a straight porn on. The guy had a really gigantic dick, fucking this blonde woman on the hood of a car, and I was watching it on the couch, under the covers, hard as a rock, trying to be quiet. I thought my dad was asleep in the other room, but he walked in quietly and said “Whatcha watchin?” and it freaked me out so I turned the TV off, dropped the remote, and acted like I was asleep, which in retrospect I’m sure looked really funny to him.

I know this sounds bad, but I had started drinking beer when I was a young teen, and had been drinking for a long time at this point, so my dad came back a couple minutes later with some beers and turned the TV back on. He was watching the same thing and I was still pretending to be asleep. He said “Son, it’s ok to watch a girly show (he always called porn the “girly shows”).”

I opened my eyes and said “I thought you’d be mad.” And he said “I’m only mad if you don’t share. Want one?”

So I took a beer and drank it as we watched porn together.

After opening the beer, for some reason, my next response was “Please don’t tell mom!” even though mom had given me beer before, and he laughed and said “I won’t.” I knew but somehow didn’t know (if that makes sense) that what I was asking him to keep quiet wasn’t really about the beer at all.

I sat up, enormously hard and throbbing, but my body was still covered. I noticed my dad unbutton his pants and lean back in the chair, and he noticed me noticing. He said “Gotta unbutton, old Charlie is growing.” I sheepishly said, “I’m hard too” and watched his eyes.

He started talking about how it was a shame that you couldn’t find a good woman these days, and that his dick stayed hard all the time, and he had nobody to suck it. I still did not realize where that line of conversation could lead, because I really was a naïve young idiot. I asked if I could see his dick. This time it was he who said “don’t tell your mom.” I said no, no, I wouldn’t tell her.

He pulled down his jeans and I saw his boner through his tighty whities. It laid sideways like a banana would. I was trembling and nervous and so excited and horny, but I was still fully clothed. I was very obviously staring at his stuff and when I looked up he said “You gonna take your pants off?”

My heart was beating insanely fast, and I stood up and took off my pants. I was wearing a pair of boxer shorts with video game characters on them. He asked “Are you gonna take those off?” and I said “I want to see yours first.” He giggled and pulled out his hard dick, without taking off his underwear.

“Can I take them off?” I asked.

“Go ahead,” he said. He sat down in the chair, and I came over, trembling and shaking and horny as hell, and pulled his underwear off. He wiggled as I pulled them down. I was so careful with them that in retrospect it looks stupid.

“Can I touch it?” I asked, and he said yes, to use spit. This was when I jerked my dad off for the first time. But I’m skipping ahead too soon…

I was still super horny, so I jerked him off slowly and clumsily, and asked all kinds of odd teenager questions such as “Are you gay?” to which his response was a simple “no.”

I loved having his hard, thick, hairy cock in my hands. In retrospect, it was about the same size as mine (6ish inches), but it felt enormous and warm and smelled delicious. When he said he was about to cum, I asked if I could suck it and he said no, just to keep jerking him. I did as I was told and asked “do you like that?” as he was cumming, when the answer would have been obvious to anyone older. He came, and I kept some of the cum that had landed on my hands to jerk off with. I jerked off on the couch as he recovered in the chair.

After I came, I immediately felt guilty and ashamed and I hid under the covers again, with only my head poking out. I changed the channel. He was sitting up, staring at the TV, with his underwear pulled down to his feet still. He looked like he was kind of in a daze, just staring straight ahead. I was prepared not to speak at all, ever again. He spoke first.

“Thanks son. I needed that. I guess you really are a queer.” I felt hurt, but he said it really lightly, as though it were an OK thing to say to your son.

“Next time I got to get you,” was the next thing he said, as he was walking to his room.

I jerked off again that night about an hour later as I was lying on the couch thinking about what had just happened. He was asleep in the other room.

The next morning I woke up in the middle of the day, and my dad was already gone to work. I took a shower and jerked off again in the shower. I was so horny but every time, immediately after I jerked off, I felt guilty. It was summer, and normally I'd go out and find something to do, or hang out with one of my friends who lived close by, but I did not leave the house at all that day. I felt dirty and thrilled, but mostly dirty, and I thought if I went outside people would somehow know what had happened. When my dad finally came home, I didn’t speak to him at all. He was the one to initiate the conversation that first day. After about ten minutes of wandering around the house, out of the blue he said, “Are we gonna do what we did last night, again?”

I had been thinking only about whether or not we would ever do that again, but I was too shy to ask. I responded, “I want to suck you.” He giggled, but I was serious. I wanted to suck my dad’s dick. And I would.




Basically from that point on I stayed with my dad more often, and we did a lot of stuff over the next few years. Sometimes if I was staying with mom and we wanted to fuck, we would get a hotel. We’d fuck on the hotel bed until we both came, then I’d lay there holding my dad’s limp dick and balls until we both recovered, and then we'd shower and I’d go home. Nobody ever knew. My senior year of high school was when I moved in with him and we became live-in fuck buddies as well as father and son. Once I tried to suck his dick while he was driving, but it was just too cumbersome so we stopped and got a hotel room, even though we were living together, because he liked the idea of having quick sex in a hotel room. This was actually where I first learned the phrase “no-tell motel.” Lame, I know.

I was a gay teenager having very pleasurable sex every other day, if not every day or sometimes twice a day. And I was perfectly comfortable with my body and my partner's body. We could mention anything to see if the other wanted to do it, and it was amazing from my viewpoint then.

There was no better feeling than having your dad’s dick inside you. I just loved laying in bed with my legs up and having him enter me and stay there for a couple minutes, holding my legs up with his hands while his lubed dick was hard and pulsing inside my asshole. He said I felt better than a woman, and I remember him saying that. It was the most awesome sexual feeling I had ever experienced, and remains so. I felt like I gave my dad something he wanted. Taking a shower together was the next best thing. He normally didn’t like anal play but he let me play with his ass when we were in the shower, and standing behind him sort of hugging him while scrubbing his chest is such a horny memory. I know it’s wrong, but it felt so awesome, better than any other man I’ve ever been with, and I still can’t explain why. I know for the vast majority of people, it sounds unbelievable, or sick, or gross. I know that very, very well, but it doesn’t change the fact that it happened.

And I also know this reads like fiction. I nearly completed my degree in modern literature, so for better or worse, anything I write sounds like fiction (sometimes, even my grocery lists look like jumbled poetry). Nothing has happened between me and my dad since I was about 23 (he got remarried and has a new family—I rarely see him these days since they moved West), so I don’t have any proof whatsoever, but I swear this is true. If I would have thought to take pictures, I definitely would have asked if I could have done that. I hear stories like mine from time to time online, but I never see pictures or videos of father/son encounters, and I can understand why – during these types of encounters with your dad, you just never think to ask “wait a minute, can I take pictures of your dick?” I know it never once crossed my mind, and we had sex hundreds or thousands of times over the course of about 7 years.

It has been a few years since the last sexual encounter with my father. I have spoken about those years with a therapist, at length, actually, and I do not feel that it was abuse in the regular sense of the word, because I was in my teens when it began, and I knew what sex was, and what I was doing. In retrospect, I do recognize that the power-play between a parent and a child is something that is crucially fragile and can very easily become fucked up and ruin a relationship permanently, whether the child is 6 months, 6 years, or 16 years old. I was in a four-year relationship with a psychologist, and our relationship ended basically because of all the psycho-emotional problems I still have from this relationship.

I don’t think the sex I had with my father was as pure and fun and “consensual” as proponents of incest or child abuse would make it seem, yet I also don’t think it was as dirty, evil, and sick as some child (or teen) advocates would make it seem, either. I was not a child. It was not child molestation, like you normally think of it at least. And it also wasn’t consensual sex like you normally think of it – after all, he was still my father. Gay incest has shed some of the particular concerns and issues that straight incest retains, such as the prohibition based on reproductive abnormalities. My parents were already divorced, so my dad was not cheating on anybody like somebody in this thread mentioned, but I still felt as though I were betraying my mother, even when I was still young and didn’t really have the type of mental tools to know what that meant. If I lived my life over, I can say with as much certainty as possible that I would not do it again under any circumstance, because on the whole, it has had a negative effect on my life, career, and relationships—after you’ve had sex with your dad, sex with anyone else is automatically difficult, from an emotional standpoint. The sex with my father was the best I’ve ever had, perhaps because it was some of the first, but that is not worth the other psychological effects that linger on for the rest of your life. The fact that it feels good physically adds to the emotional and spiritual pain, grief and anger. How are you supposed to feel when something that feels good also hurts so terribly?

Therapy helps a great deal and has saved many people’s lives, especially those people whose incest stories involve violence or young children. But even years and therapy and medications cannot fully erase or treat the lingering after effects in many people. I can say with more context than probably anybody else can that sex with one’s parent, on the whole, in general, and in all circumstances, is better left to the realm of fantasy or role-play only. There are hundreds like me out there, and I am one of the luckiest ones, having assembled a decent life out of the ruins left of my mind and soul.

End of Part 3
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Skinny Dipping: Fun in the Sun

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by sunbuns99
September 5th, 2015, 04:06 PM

Comment As posted by "BudnBos" on Freeballing.com: I did skinnydipping for the first time this summer, and it was awesome... being in the water and at the beach nude. Most everyone else was nude also so it was no big deal.

It may not be a big deal as far as flashing goes, but it's still a great thing to be nude and enjoying the surf and sand -Skinnydipping at San Onofre (see pic at right) -- that's the whole point of skinnydipping. I try to do that all summer long and whenever I can any time. I love getting out to Black's Beach in San Diego, Baker Beach in San Francisco, Russian River at Guerneville (CA) and San Onofre State Beach (just south of Orange County (CA) on I-5 (one hour north of San Diego).

I had fun there in February and March , and met up with one of my flasher buddies from the Net at Black's Beach near San Diego (See his photo at left below).

Of course, it's more thrilling to try to get naked (with or without the swimming) at the pool, or jacuzzi, or the beach or anywhere that nudity isn't expected.

I used to teach at a school (K-12) that had a pool. Since I had a key to the locker room (with access to the pool), I would sometimes go late at night and swim naked in the pool. I found out later on that one of male teacher had done the same but got caught and in trouble. Eventually, they beefed up security and put a stop to all late night swimming (changed locks).

Deserted stretch at Waipio Valley (photo)

Somtimes, it's possible to get naked in a hotel pool or jacuzzi when not many people are around. At other times, I've tried going completely naked from my tent to the campground toilet / shower - at night of course - while camping. Have stripped and gone skinny dipping at many places - public parks, state and national parks - Yosemite has some (cold water freezes your balls!) great places for that.

The Big Island (actually part of all the islands of Hawaii) have many beaches where it's possible to skinnydip without offending others. Waipio Valley - out from Honokaa in the northeastern area of the Big Island has a great place where people frequently (spontaneously - not a regular practice and probably frowned on since there are tourists (from the US mainland - Bible-belters) but once you descend the steep road down the valley entrance (on foot - of course), you can cross the fresh water river that flows into the ocean, and go to the northern (deserted) stretch of the beach. I've seen many people get naked there (including me and friends) for skinnydipping. People can just see tiny figures bobbing around from their lookout point at the time.

Kehena Black Sand Beach (Puna Coast, Big Island)

Of course, my all-time favorite place to skinnydip is Kehena Black Sand's Beach on Hawaii's Puna coast. It's not just about showing your goodies on a nude beach. It's a marvelous place where nature's splendour, the chance to swim with dolphins and see whales, mix with the convivial atmosphere of the local tradition of a hippie holiday romp on the beach - complete with all sorts of naked and semi-clothed characters - all of whom are welcoming, tolerant, and often buzzed.


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Zack Randall jerks off, gets fucked, and sucks his heart out

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Zack Randall Jerk-off Medley
Hung sexy fit gay amateur Zack Randall in a home made video of his best jerk off sessions medley.

Zach Sucking and then Jacking With A Friend

Dean Phoenix And Zack Randall
On the warm sand of the beach, gay mature Dean Phoenix is fucking 23 yo Zack Randall like a real man.

Arpad and Zack Randall at MenMachine.com

Zack is a devout student of the holy order and moral code. But even he can't resist the temptation of pushing open the door of curiosity, that leads to the devilish intentions of a Mr. Arpad Miklos. He has no idea what he's in for until he's in Arpad's clutches, which may well be exactly what he wants.

Arpad and Zack Randall at MenMachine.com

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Zack is a devout student of the holy order and moral code. But even he can't resist the temptation of pushing open the door of curiosity, that leads to the devilish intentions of a Mr. Arpad Miklos. He has no idea what he's in for until he's in Arpad's clutches, which may well be exactly what he wants.





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Skater Dudes Three-Some Pt. 3 - By Mount Equinox

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Juro was out this afternoon rollerblading around the park with Rex when they bumped into Sebastian who was off sitting by himself. They seemed to notice that Rex was a bit down so they talked him into going off into the woods for some fun. They figured it would help cheer up our depressed young man it they offered him a little bit of action.

Rex knew what Sebastian needed and sat our boy up against a tree in the woods and had his pants unzipped in no time flat exposing Sebastian's long uncut twink cock. Rex spit on his hands lubed up his cock and wrapped those delicious boy lips of his around that thick shaft. Sebastian was enjoying his blow job while making out with Juro at the same time. Juro of course wanted in on the action as both Juro and Rex took turns fighting over Sebastian's cock.

Juro gives up and decides to whip out his cock. Now Rex has his work cut out for him with two uncut twink cocks waving in his face. Our boy Sebastian fucks Juro good. You can see his cock going deep into Juro's ass and the condom doesn't even make it to base of his cock. That is how big his boy toy is. Nothing better than three naked twinks out in the woods fucking like animals. After Sebastian had his turn it was time for our young stud muffin Rex to take over.

Sebastian lays back on the tree with Juro on all fours sucking Sebastian's cock while his ass is being pounded by our boy Rex. Nice hot explosive ending to this afternoon fuck fest in the woods. Two young studs shooting their hot loads onto Sebastian's tight smooth twink body. Juro licks the remaining cum from the tip of Rex's cock to make sure nothing is wasted.


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Shifting Era -- Wanted: Tearoom Cruising Buzz

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Tearoom Cruising

Sites with info on tearoom cruising:

www.cruisingforsex.com

www.squirt.org/shared/static_content.asp

imoralist.blogspot.jp/2008/02...rks.html

tearoom-m2m.tumblr.com/


CruZn 4 sechs:

I've had some really exciting sex-periences in public toilets at stations, airports (infrequent), dept. stores, campuses, and in park restrooms, pool/gym lockerrooms, and roadside rest areas - too many to describe now. In the UK, this practice is called cottaging.

My first blowjob (as giver and taker) was in my university library at age 19 with a total stranger of whom I never saw more than his cock. So it's been a part of my (sporadic) sexual habits ever since.My first blowjob (as giver and taker) was in my university library at age 19 with a total stranger of whom I never saw more than his cock. So it's been a part of my (sporadic) sexual habits ever since. A few months later, I met a really cute college guy the same age as me. We hit it off and starting seeing each other, but lo and behold, if he wasn't a tearoom cock chaser. I actually found him (although I didn't alert him to the fact that I was watching him cruise in the university library men's room while I was in an adjoining stall.

There seem to be far less 'cruisy' public spaces than before 9/11. Obviously, the HIV outbreak and aftermath before that drastically (for a time and is probably continuing still to some degree) reduced public cruising some. I think the anti-terrorism security measures have increased patrols, video surveillance cameras, and even closed some 'cruisy' spots.

What do you think? At the same time, I get a sense that the str8 populace all over (UK and US for example) is getting into 'dogging' and public exhibitionism and public sex more and more. Or at least, there are more ways to it to become known - maybe it was always there to an even greater extent than what homophiles were doing. I never knew so many women were involved in gloryhole sex until recently - chasing down cocks in some venues formerly (traditionally - WTF! - It's funny saying that) reserved for gay / curious men's anonymous sex. This is not only
true in the US but I've found stepped up security monitoring of these kinds of - what we used to call 'tearooms' to be increased (or increasing) everywhere.

For example, Tokyo used to have some pretty heavy cruising at the toilets in one very large train/subway station and it still exists, of course. These places are now monitored by roving security patrols (although I 'm not sure if vidcams are installed yet) and underground 'koban' - police boxes nearby. It seems to have cut down on the cruising -- although never completely (he he!)

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Playing with a dildo down by the river

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P.S. The photo is NOT of me -- although that's exactly what I do.

Recently, I have started a new hobby: getting naked in the woods and impaling my ass on a big dildo, all the for the amusement of the men (strangers) who haunt the woods on the weekends.

There is a river about two kilometers from where I live. In a partly deserted part of the river's very wide embankment is a wooded area where guys go to sunbathe nude and cruise for sex with other like-minded guys. I first got the idea from seeing one of the sunbathers pull out a nice fat dildo and proceed to sit on it.

Now when I go down the river, I take my trusty nine-inch rubber cock, and enjoy using while I lean up against a tree. The tree is near the edge of the forested area, so it's even possible that some people on the walking path about 300 meters away might catch a glimpse of someone - partly clothed and engaged in doing something nasty - but they really couldn't tell what unless that came over onto the little forested areas to get a closer lookl.



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