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When the urge gets crazy to find something new different I always seem to fall back on the same routine to fix my itch.. so yesterday I went and got waxed clean and smooth as a babies but.. went home showered and cleaned up.. picked out my favorite lacy top silk stockings garter and lacy thong panties.. put on a pair of loose fitting daisy duke shorts and a nice tank top and headed out to the local gay bar.. this place has never let me down.. it is kinda dark towards the back.. I was in a particular horny kinky mood.. just needed to be rode hard and put away wet a few times.. so when I arrived they already knew why I was there.. before long there were three guys around me all touching and feeling me up., we were laughing and giggling and I was getting very turned on.. soon my clothes started coming off.. and there I was in just my stockings and garter.. so I thought I am not going to be the only one here basically naked so I started stripping my friends.. when they were naked I started sucking., soon two of them were hard and ready so they put me on all fours and started spit roasting me!! They the three of them took turns in me for about 3 hours.. it was amazing!! I really needed that.. my ass is a bit sore from the welts from being spanked and my voice is a bit raspy from being throat fucked.. but they did a great job of fucking me.. thank you boys.. you always aim to please

After I finished licking him clean he was weak , and had to sit back on the bar stool. I stood up, by now I was hard as a rock. I started stroking myself occasionally rubbing it against his now softer but not completely cock. He wasn't watching video anymore just me. I tried to make me last as long as I could. By time I was ready to cum he was hard again. I shot my load on his cock. Was pleasantly surprised at my load. Bigger than usual. I moved forward rubbing our cock together moving back and forth. A lot of my cum had gone on his balls so during my rubbing I kept moving my ass over his balls and slightly on his shift. Because he wasn't complaining or stopping me I decided to go for it. Using my own cum as lube I sat down on his throbbing cock. I've only had a few cocks in me and as for size except for dildos never this big. After the initial penetration he slid in easily. I rode him slowly at first til it hit a spot on me. I've produced cum while wife has pegged me but never an orgasm and nothing from real cocks. This time was different, I almost immediately was dripping and then it hit the spot. I started riding him hard and fast. I wasn't hard but started cumming. And not a little but massive amounts. And it kept coming. Apparently this turned him on cause his thrusting intensified. My orgasm continued. Just kept going, I couldn't bounce anymore because of it. Breathing super hard. But because he kept pumping it kept going for me. When he finally came I was actually relieved, I couldn't take it anymore. I literally just went backwards and sat on floor. Between the heavy Breathing and fact my legs weren't working . I just sat on floor . Cum dripping from my cock and coming out of my ass. He just sat there. His belly full of my cum. Neither of us said a thing for awhile. Still catching our breaths. When he finally did speak....... next blog

After I finished licking him clean he was weak , and had to sit back on the bar stool. I stood up, by now I was hard as a rock. I started stroking myself occasionally rubbing it against his now softer but not completely cock. He wasn't watching video anymore just me. I tried to make me last as long as I could. By time I was ready to cum he was hard again. I shot my load on his cock. Was pleasantly surprised at my load. Bigger than usual. I moved forward rubbing our cock together moving back and forth. A lot of my cum had gone on his balls so during my rubbing I kept moving my ass over his balls and slightly on his shift. Because he wasn't complaining or stopping me I decided to go for it. Using my own cum as lube I sat down on his throbbing cock. I've only had a few cocks in me and as for size except for dildos never this big. After the initial penetration he slid in easily. I rode him slowly at first til it hit a spot on me. I've produced cum while wife has pegged me but never an orgasm and nothing from real cocks. This time was different, I almost immediately was dripping and then it hit the spot. I started riding him hard and fast. I wasn't hard but started cumming. And not a little but massive amounts. And it kept coming. Apparently this turned him on cause his thrusting intensified. My orgasm continued. Just kept going, I couldn't bounce anymore because of it. Breathing super hard. But because he kept pumping it kept going for me. When he finally came I was actually relieved, I couldn't take it anymore. I literally just went backwards and sat on floor. Between the heavy Breathing and fact my legs weren't working . I just sat on floor . Cum dripping from my cock and coming out of my ass. He just sat there. His belly full of my cum. Neither of us said a thing for awhile. Still catching our breaths. When he finally did speak....... next blog

My life is pretty bizarre to begin with, more on that possibility in another blog it maybe to taboo. But old friend moved to town recently. We've kept in touch through the years and play against each other in golf on phone. He knows about a few things in my life but not everything yet. One he does know is we are nudist. Few weeks ago had house to self for weekend and he visited. He didn't seem to mind me being nude at all. For first few hours just hung out mostly in garage and backyard, having a few drinks throwing darts and cornhole. It was very hot and humid(wish it was now, rainy and 70's). As afternoon went on kept telling him anytime he wanted, strip down and jump in pool if he wants . Just before sunset and 3/4 a fifth of Red Stag he decided he was hot enough. We probably spent little over an hour in pool talking mostly about ex's and such. When we finally did get out went back into garage. To my surprise he didn't put clothes back on. Had cd player going (yes I'm still old school) playing stuff from our youth. We played several games of golf while bs ing . By now we had started second bottle of Red Stag(we started round noon it was now near 7, so not like pounding them) and feeling good. He rarely wins in golf and today was no different. I had turned on TV with volume off and put a DVD in. It was a swingers DVD where both couples were bisexual. He didn't get hard but definitely got aroused. We had been betting on game, we were playing 3 hole matches with loser taking a shot. Other drinking were just mixed. During a scene where the guys were servicing each other he didn't stop watching. Kinda surprised me. So I decided what the hell. Let's see what he says if I up the bet. Told him let's play 9 holes. And I'll beat you by 5 strokes or suck your dick. If I do you have to suck mine. He didn't freak but said no. I said ok. 7 strokes. He said I'm not playing that bad so ok. First hole a par 5 and he put it in water. Literally up by 2 after 1 hole. Skipping forward by hole 5 I was up by 6. He was definitely getting nervous and I could tell he was thinking of backing out. I decided to help him. I said we'll make it 10 shots . He seemed relieved some. Next 2 holes we matched then he put in water again. Triple bogey. With 1 to go I was at 9 stroke lead. He was nervous as hell. On final hole he probably had his best drive. And was actually in position to birdie. Unfortunately so was I. He missed his putt I decided I'd be nice. Missed mine on purpose. So we both parred tying. I made it seem like he got lucky and I was disappointed. But not really. Video was still playing when I dropped to my knees in front of him. He wasn't fully hard yet and definitely was nervous. He asked if I done this before, told him few times , that me and Lisa did the same kind of swinger groups. When I started took him a bit to relax but when he did got a surprise. He was huge. He use to brag back in day when Aerosmith sang big 10 inch that he did. Well he wasn't lying. Didn't take me long and he exploded in my mouth. Was very hard for me to keep it all in my mouth. And yet he shot even more. I did my best to keep up and sucked and licked him clean. After........ Continued next blog

Guys are... funny. I remember "Gary," a guy about my age I'd run into and became friends with and a guy who, oh, maybe after our third or fourth time hanging out together, started "flirting" with me and taking every opportunity he could to grab or pat me on the ass or take a swipe or make a move toward my crotch and as if he were going to fondle me.

I didn't as much find it unusual or even annoying as I did such acts being silly; being a more direct and no-nonsense kind of guy, I've always been of a mind that if you wanna do something, just ask and, who knows - I just might say yes to whatever you have in mind. I'd had way too many similar experiences with guys doing silly stuff like this and, I guess, calling themselves being slick and sneaky, like my boy Gary who would, when we played basketball, body up on me and he's thinking that I'm not noticing his crotch bumping and pressing against my ass... or the boner that would sometimes be present. Or, after a good shot, he'd pat my ass but it was more like a quick grab and squeeze.

I would find myself wishing that someone would or could save me from guys like this...

I was at his place one Saturday to work on his computer and, yeah, it was annoying to have him hovering over me while I was trying to fix things and when I say hovering, I mean being so close to me that one more step would have him sitting in my lap and it was distracting to feel his crotch pressing up against my arm as he'd lean over to ask, "What's that?" or some other inane question. The straw that broke the camel's back came when I got up to use the bathroom - and he was so close to me that I almost knocked him down - and as I stood there pissing, he comes in and kinda nudges me to one side, pulls his dick out, and starts pissing and then trying to cover it up by saying, "I had to pee, too, and couldn't hold it!"

Yeah, right - sure you did, Gary.

I wasn't surprised when he looked down at my dick and said, "Nice cock..." and then trying to say it like he was telling me the sun was shining or something "innocent" along those lines. And I'd had enough of this crap and said, "Um, dude, if you wanna do something, just say so; I mean, shit - it's damned obvious that you do!"

Gary blushed an interesting shade of red and started stammering about me mistaking his actions which led to me telling him, "You act like I don't know anything about this..."

Guys are... funny. I remember "Gary," a guy about my age I'd run into and became friends with and a guy who, oh, maybe after our third or fourth time hanging out together, started "flirting" with me and taking every opportunity he could to grab or pat me on the ass or take a swipe or make a move toward my crotch and as if he were going to fondle me.

I didn't as much find it unusual or even annoying as I did such acts being silly; being a more direct and no-nonsense kind of guy, I've always been of a mind that if you wanna do something, just ask and, who knows - I just might say yes to whatever you have in mind. I'd had way too many similar experiences with guys doing silly stuff like this and, I guess, calling themselves being slick and sneaky, like my boy Gary who would, when we played basketball, body up on me and he's thinking that I'm not noticing his crotch bumping and pressing against my ass... or the boner that would sometimes be present. Or, after a good shot, he'd pat my ass but it was more like a quick grab and squeeze.

I would find myself wishing that someone would or could save me from guys like this...

I was at his place one Saturday to work on his computer and, yeah, it was annoying to have him hovering over me while I was trying to fix things and when I say hovering, I mean being so close to me that one more step would have him sitting in my lap and it was distracting to feel his crotch pressing up against my arm as he'd lean over to ask, "What's that?" or some other inane question. The straw that broke the camel's back came when I got up to use the bathroom - and he was so close to me that I almost knocked him down - and as I stood there pissing, he comes in and kinda nudges me to one side, pulls his dick out, and starts pissing and then trying to cover it up by saying, "I had to pee, too, and couldn't hold it!"

Yeah, right - sure you did, Gary.

I wasn't surprised when he looked down at my dick and said, "Nice cock..." and then trying to say it like he was telling me the sun was shining or something "innocent" along those lines. And I'd had enough of this crap and said, "Um, dude, if you wanna do something, just say so; I mean, shit - it's damned obvious that you do!"

Gary blushed an interesting shade of red and started stammering about me mistaking his actions which led to me telling him, "You act like I don't know anything about this..."

Guys are... funny. I remember "Gary," a guy about my age I'd run into and became friends with and a guy who, oh, maybe after our third or fourth time hanging out together, started "flirting" with me and taking every opportunity he could to grab or pat me on the ass or take a swipe or make a move toward my crotch and as if he were going to fondle me.

I didn't as much find it unusual or even annoying as I did such acts being silly; being a more direct and no-nonsense kind of guy, I've always been of a mind that if you wanna do something, just ask and, who knows - I just might say yes to whatever you have in mind. I'd had way too many similar experiences with guys doing silly stuff like this and, I guess, calling themselves being slick and sneaky, like my boy Gary who would, when we played basketball, body up on me and he's thinking that I'm not noticing his crotch bumping and pressing against my ass... or the boner that would sometimes be present. Or, after a good shot, he'd pat my ass but it was more like a quick grab and squeeze.

I would find myself wishing that someone would or could save me from guys like this...

I was at his place one Saturday to work on his computer and, yeah, it was annoying to have him hovering over me while I was trying to fix things and when I say hovering, I mean being so close to me that one more step would have him sitting in my lap and it was distracting to feel his crotch pressing up against my arm as he'd lean over to ask, "What's that?" or some other inane question. The straw that broke the camel's back came when I got up to use the bathroom - and he was so close to me that I almost knocked him down - and as I stood there pissing, he comes in and kinda nudges me to one side, pulls his dick out, and starts pissing and then trying to cover it up by saying, "I had to pee, too, and couldn't hold it!"

Yeah, right - sure you did, Gary.

I wasn't surprised when he looked down at my dick and said, "Nice cock..." and then trying to say it like he was telling me the sun was shining or something "innocent" along those lines. And I'd had enough of this crap and said, "Um, dude, if you wanna do something, just say so; I mean, shit - it's damned obvious that you do!"

Gary blushed an interesting shade of red and started stammering about me mistaking his actions which led to me telling him, "You act like I don't know anything about this..."

Guys are... funny. I remember "Gary," a guy about my age I'd run into and became friends with and a guy who, oh, maybe after our third or fourth time hanging out together, started "flirting" with me and taking every opportunity he could to grab or pat me on the ass or take a swipe or make a move toward my crotch and as if he were going to fondle me.

I didn't as much find it unusual or even annoying as I did such acts being silly; being a more direct and no-nonsense kind of guy, I've always been of a mind that if you wanna do something, just ask and, who knows - I just might say yes to whatever you have in mind. I'd had way too many similar experiences with guys doing silly stuff like this and, I guess, calling themselves being slick and sneaky, like my boy Gary who would, when we played basketball, body up on me and he's thinking that I'm not noticing his crotch bumping and pressing against my ass... or the boner that would sometimes be present. Or, after a good shot, he'd pat my ass but it was more like a quick grab and squeeze.

I would find myself wishing that someone would or could save me from guys like this...

I was at his place one Saturday to work on his computer and, yeah, it was annoying to have him hovering over me while I was trying to fix things and when I say hovering, I mean being so close to me that one more step would have him sitting in my lap and it was distracting to feel his crotch pressing up against my arm as he'd lean over to ask, "What's that?" or some other inane question. The straw that broke the camel's back came when I got up to use the bathroom - and he was so close to me that I almost knocked him down - and as I stood there pissing, he comes in and kinda nudges me to one side, pulls his dick out, and starts pissing and then trying to cover it up by saying, "I had to pee, too, and couldn't hold it!"

Yeah, right - sure you did, Gary.

I wasn't surprised when he looked down at my dick and said, "Nice cock..." and then trying to say it like he was telling me the sun was shining or something "innocent" along those lines. And I'd had enough of this crap and said, "Um, dude, if you wanna do something, just say so; I mean, shit - it's damned obvious that you do!"

Gary blushed an interesting shade of red and started stammering about me mistaking his actions which led to me telling him, "You act like I don't know anything about this..."