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Two amateur gay models in a nasty footjob show

A New Experience For A Straight

I had been to a blowout party at a fraternity here on the campus where I attend college. I had drunk way too much and I passed out in one of the rooms. After a while I woke up and staggered back to my dorm room still really drunk. My male roommate helped me off with part of my clothes and then I started throwing up just making it to the bathroom in time. Again I passed out hugging the porcelain bus . My roomie Fred helped me to my bunk and I passed out for the rest of the night. It s tough being nineteen in college.



However I vaguely remember waking up much later with a really big hard on – which happens to me several times during the night and again when I first wake up each morning. Someone was giving me a real slow but great blowjob. It was sort of like a dream – only this time it seemed more real. They had hold of my cock and were stroking it slowly while licking my balls. And then they took one of my balls in their mouth and sucked on it. This was a new feeling to me and felt great. Then they licked the underside of my cock from my balls to the tip – slowly. I got harder and harder. This seemed to last for a long time and they seemed to be able to take my entire cock in their mouth and tickle it with their tongue as they slowly let it slide back out. I think I finally exploded in their mouth. But I really didn t ever really wake up completely and figured it was just a dream.



The next day I had a splitting hangover headache and vowed to never get that drunk again. I thanked my roommate for helping me to bed and I cleaned up the bathroom.



A few weeks later I did go to another party though and did have a little too much to drink – but this time I just got high. I got home late and noticed Fred was already asleep in his bed. I stripped to my boxer shorts and hit the sack and the bed only spun a little before I fell deep asleep. I was having an awesome sexy wet dream and was dreaming of fucking a gorgeous blonde that I had seen on campus a couple of times. I slowly woke up a little bit and as always I had a huge throbbing hard on. By the way I have about 8 inches and it s pretty big around when I m fully hard. I only opened one eye but to my surprise Fred had both hands around my cock and had the top half of it in his mouth. I am very straight and have never even considered anything homosexual while I was conscious. Well I was too embarrassed to show I was awake and it frankly felt too good to make him stop. I just closed my eyes and imagined it was the beautiful blonde chick giving me a super blowjob.



Fred was very good at it and now I m sure it was him that gave me the awesome blowjob the time I passed out after the last party. He made it last a long time and used his tongue and lips and hands in ways I had never experienced before. He had my balls in his mouth a lot while he stroked my throbbing cock. He seemed to know when I was about to cum and would keep slowing down to stop me just before. Finally he held the top of my cock in his mouth and sucked and licked like crazy while he stroked the bottom half hard and very fast. I throbbed and came in at least 6 or 7 big spurts into his mouth and he drained my cock dry. I just rolled over and went to sleep without waking up .



The next time it happened I had only been asleep a short time and woke up as soon as he put his hands on my cock. It was soft and he seemed to enjoy putting it all in his mouth and letting it enlarge while in there. He gave me another long slow blowjob as before but this time I was awake to enjoy every minute of it even though I still couldn t watch or let him know I was awake.



This now happens at least once a week and feels much better than masturbating. However I feel I am still very straight. I definitely would not want to handle Fred s or any guy s cock much less put it in my mouth or ass. And I still much prefer getting pussy from a good-looking babe. I have been getting pussy since high school but these blowjobs from Fred are definitely a unique experience for me. And if we both enjoy it so much what the heck.


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Young man stroking his big cock

The Video Ch. 2

It had been several months since Joe and I had jacked each other off at my house. (Read The Video part one). The encounter had left me extremely horny and looking forward to another steamy jack-off session. I had fantasized about new and different sexual things Joe and I could do to each other always culminating in a spurting bath of hot sperm but it didn t seem like it was ever going to happen again. I saw Joe at work and around town and we talked as usual but we could never seem to come up with a time or place where we could be alone together. It almost seemed as if Joe had second thoughts about our little sexual encounter and did not want to continue that type of activity.



I had about given up on getting together with Joe when out of the clear blue sky he called. He said he had another video to show me and that the house was empty for a little while but that I should hurry it wouldn t remain that way for long. It so happened that my house was empty also and I was in my usual attire when that so seldom happened. Bare assed naked looking at naked women on the computer and just getting a nice hard on with pre come oozing out the head of my little dick. To say I was primed was an under statement. It was a warm day so all I needed to put on was a pair of shoes shirt and shorts. I was at Joe s house in a matter of minutes. We went down to his recreation room in the basement where he had the VCR all set to go.



I asked him if this new video was as good as the last one and he said he thought I would like it as he hit play. Joe had a shower in his basement that had not been finished off yet and he had rigged a camera underneath a work bench that was pointed at the shower. The camera could be secretly controlled from across the room. The weather had just gotten warm and people were starting to go to the beach. Joe had convinced his wife to let him shave her tan lines in the down stairs shower. The video showed him shaving his wife s crotch and in a position that the camera captured every bit of their naked bodies. Joes s expert handling of a razor produced a baby smooth pussy and a rock hard cock in no time at all. When he had finished shaving her she grabbed his cock and started massaging it. Joe responded by grabbing her tight little ass and ramming his wet cock into her dripping pussy doggie style. The end of the video showed Joe ramming away but before he could come the tape ran out.



Well what do you think about that tape Joe asked me. WOW is all I could come up with.



Lets see it again I said and do you mind if I get a little more comfortable.



Joe rewound the tape and said Probably not a good idea as the kids will soon be home from school.



I told him I don t think what I had in mind would take very long as I took off the few clothes I had on and sat naked on the couch in front of the TV.



OK Joe said as he handed me a paper towel don t drip on the furniture.



Are you going to join me I asked.



Sure why not. He said.



Standing in front of me he dropped his pants around his ankles showing me his big round hard cock.



Do you want to suck on it a little he said as he waved his cock around my face and gently bonked me on the nose with the head of it.



I opened my mouth and he slowly inserted his tool as far as he could into my mouth. I almost gagged on it but he pulled it back so I could lick its head and suck up some pre come.



WOW is all he could say.



Then he took a quick look at the clock and said We got to get going the kids will be home from school soon.



Sitting down beside me on the couch he started the video with one hand and rubbed my cock with the other. I grabbed his cock and we started stroking away. I asked if he had any lubricant handy as I usually jacked off wet. He said no as he thought lube was too messy and he had a way of dry jacking that he would show me when we had more time. He said as he stroked my cock that he thought that I was a real slow comer. He said if he was primed up like he was now that he could come much quicker then me.



To prove his point and to show me how he did it he griped his pecker with his fingers in a special way. As I watched and after a few quick strokes he shot a hot lode of sperm into his paper towel.



Ooowee that s good he said.



He then took his sperm drenched paper towel and wiped it all over my little pecker covering it with sperm.



There he said there s some lubricant for you. Hurry up the kids will be here soon.



It took me only a few strokes using his sperm as a lube to just about reach climax. Just as I was about to come I heard the door upstairs open and the sound of kids running into the kitchen to grab a snack.



Joe hissed Get dressed before they come down here.



I almost panicked sperm started spurting out of my still hard cock. I shot some come onto the coffee table some on the rug some down my leg a little bit onto the paper towel I was holding and then for good measure dribbled some come on the couch.



Joe was in high gear he wiped up his own sperm got the tape out of the VCR threw me a couple more paper towels to clean up my mess with and pulled up his pants all in one quick motion.



For my part I quickly tried to wipe the sperm up best I could making a smeary mess out of it almost fell in to a potted plant trying to get my shorts on and put my T-shirt on backwards. We need not have hurried so fast though as the kids turned on the TV up stairs and had no intention of coming down.



We managed to get dressed and every thing cleaned up. Joe handed me a hand full of sperm soaked paper towels and told me to take them with me as the wife would notice them and ask questions.



I had no idea what I was going to do with the paper towels or if Joe s kids would ask me about them before I got to my car but I need not have worried. The kids were engrossed in a TV cartoon and never even noticed me when I left.



On the way home I started thinking about the way things had turned out I thought about the video the shaved pussy Joes cock and jacking off on the couch. That and the smell and feel of those sperm soaked towels in my pocket got me horny all over again. I pulled out the towels and looked at the color of sperm on them. The way Joes yellowish sperm mixed with my white sperm. I took a deep whiff of them my cock went hard I was primed and in need of some more relief again.



Instead of taking the direct way home I turned down a country road I knew that had very few people living a long it and even less traffic. Quickly striping naked again as I drove along I started stroking my hard on. It was exhilarating driving along on a warm spring day with the breezes blowing over my naked body and the vent fan blowing a steady stream of cool air on my balls while I stroked away.



I managed to keep the car on the road when I came but just barley. I shot sperm all over the floor boards and when I had stopped spasming I cleaned every thing up by sticking wet spermy towels between my toes and wiping with my feet as I drove. I managed to make it home driving naked and jacking off with out attracting any attention to my self. To cap it all off when I got home I never did get dressed I just walked naked from my car across the lawn and into the house. Of course no one was home and any neighbors who could see me were at work so it was pretty safe bet that no one would see me. Even so the feeling of being out side with out clothes was as exhilarating as it was great. As I took a shower I thought what a great day it had turned out to be my mind was racing with thoughts of videos cocks pussies jacking off with other people driving nude and running around out side naked. I became a nudist that day. I now had to figure our how to continue being nude in our clothed society with out people thinking me too strange but that s another story for another day.



Yup it was a good video a very good video and I was looking forward to seeing it again.


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No Pole Big Enough

He certainly looked like a big brute when he had arrived in the hotel room and with all that muscle he provided me the hope that he could touch me where I needed to be touched take care of my need and give me relief. But it hadn t happened. Once again it hadn t happened. I was beginning to think there really was such a thing as wearing your hole out as having become so used that you no longer could be touched where you were screaming for it and spouting off all that buildup draining yourself in satisfaction.



I had ordered and paid for a guy who they claimed was not only the biggest they had but could keep it working all night—wouldn t finish without me.



I had lived for three years in that remote valley in the Himalayas where the men were elephant built and could fuck all night. Through long practice they had reamed me a wide one and had trained me to hold out for hours. And now my sex life was ruined. I had returned to the corporation offices in New York a year ago and I hadn t had good sex—or what I had been trained to in the way of good sex—since I landed in Manhattan. It was making me irritable. It was getting in the way of my work.



I had tried the bar scene and the classifieds being very explicit about my need and then I had turned to the escort services. This was my third one and although he had a good ten incher and seemed to have a lot of stamina I was once again left unsatisfied jittery and with an ache in my balls that just wouldn t go away.



After the fifth fuck as deep and vigorous as he could manage he just fell off of me and over onto his side on the bed and cried uncle.



But when he left he said Here man. Nice tail but sorry I couldn t do it for you. I ve never failed before but I felt like I was swimming around in there. Maybe you need surgery or something. But Leo told me that if this didn t work I should give you this card. No charge. Again sorry. It isn t that you don t turn me on. You d be a fine lay if you weren t stretched so wide.



With much regret I took the card and after we d kissed at the door and he left I looked at it. It simply said Club Pan and had a telephone number and an address on the other side for a side street in the Village.



Two nights later I was standing at a dimly lit walk-down door under a iron porch giving access to the main level above of a nondescript brownstone on a dark Village street. A blinking sign saying Club Pan was beside the door. So I at least was in the right place. I had called the number on the card the night before and after I had very directly told the man on the other end of the line what the nature of my problem was he told me he thought they could help me. He also told me not to wear any clothes I was fond of. The one-evening visit I had paid for was quite expensive. But I was willing to try anything now for relief.



After giving my name to the pair of dark flashing eyes that opened a window in the door I was let into a small vestibule that was completely black—walls floor and ceiling. But what arrested my attention was the half man who ushered me through the door. He was costumed as some sort of nymph—horns on his head that were cleverly attached so there was no indication they weren t naturally his and the hairy legs and hooved feet of a goat. He was pretty cute actually very slender with black curly hair including his pubes which were exposed. He had a long cock dangling out of pert little balls and he had a little goatee that jerked up and down when he talked. He was giving me a very enticing look and I wondered if he was the one who was to try to service me. If so I didn t think this was going to work. He did have nice length to him but I doubted his would hit my walls at all as it slid up me.



He led me past an entrance down into some sort of club room where a performance was going on. I could see as I passed that the room which stepped down to a stage area was dark except of the glitter of gold cylinder-type decorations hanging from the ceiling. I caught just a glimpse of the stage in passing but there appeared to be small figures dancing on poles at the four corners of the stage with other more muscular nymphs then this one—satyrs really—embracing the pole dancers. And a young naked man was tied to an X-shaped contraption in the middle of the stage and seemed to be in the middle of being fucked by another satyr.



As the nymph guided me farther down the corridor I rather regretted that I hadn t been taken into the club. I needed warm-up if there was any hope of bringing me to the orgasm I needed.



We entered a room that was all white and had a curtain at the far side with some sort of framework in front of it sort of a large sturdy window frame also in white. The nymph told me to stand in the center of this and I hardly had noticed the velvet restraints at the four corners of the frame before he had my arms spread and my wrists tied to the upper corners and then my legs spread and my ankles tied to the lower corners.



He left the room and the curtain in front of me slowly opened. A diminutive figure was perched on a low bench nearly against the far wall of the room that was revealed to me. He was dressed in what looked like a Roman toga. He couldn t have been more than four and a half feet tall but he wasn t by any means either a dwarf or a child. He was a perfectly formed little man. Some creature of the mythical woods I supposed just as the nymph who had let me in and satyrs I had seen down on the stage were—or were pretending to be. It was all in keeping with the Club Pan motif I figured. But I really had no idea what it meant as far as filling my hole to satisfaction and giving me a needed orgasm.



The little man who had downy reddish-blond hair and a beatific expression on his handsome face was playing a haunting tune on some sort of piped instrument. I watched him for a couple of minutes and listened to his playing and wondered what possibly could happen out of this in the way of a solution to my problem.



I blinked my eye and in the moment of that blink another figure had entered the other room. He looked like one of the satyrs I d seen down on the stage. He wasn t terribly bulky or tall but beside the young man playing the pipes he looked like a veritable monster. He was hung like a horse. And he was ready for action in that department. His rod curved up from his belly like a crescent moon and it was capped with a big reddish angry-looking bulb. He strutted around the room giving an evil leer from under his bushy eyebrows. He was swaying to the music on cloven hoofs. His legs were as hairy as a goats and he had massive pecs with patterns of hair circling his nipples and trailing down into his bushy pubes. He snorted and moved around the room to the music coming from the pipes giving off an air that was many things at once: cruelty sensuality power grace danger domination and brutality.



I found myself both fascinated by him and shrinking from his visage as far as my bonds would allow just as the small young pipe player seemed to be doing on his bench.



But then as I watched in horror and absorption the haunting piping stopped and the frightened squealing began. The satyr had drawn near the bench and just grabbed the little man by the front of his toga at chest level and lifted him up with the strength of one hand. The pipes went skittering off across the floor as the little man howled his shock and surprise.



The satyr was ripping at the little man s toga unwrapping him in ripping fashion like a child getting into a Christmas package. As I had surmised this was neither a dwarf nor a child but a fully—and very nicely—formed adult who just happened to be about half adult sized. Without further ceremony the satyr turning sideways to the window so that I got a full view of what he was doing held the young man in front of him with strong hands encircling his waist and crouched a bit and brought the young man s hips over his hairy thighs. He positioned that bulbous mushroom cap at the young man s hole and I thought there would at least be some preparation although surely the young man couldn t take him with or without preparation. But I was wrong on at least the first count.



With guttural animalistic sounds of lust and expectation the satyr was skewering the writhing young body down on his tool. The satyr pushed the torso of the young howling man down toward the floor and turned then full frontal toward me so that I could see the head of the cap poise a brief moment at the rim of the hole and then slowly get stuffed inside as the satyr pulled the young man s hips up into his groin.



The satyr was doing the impossible: Stuffing an improbably thick and long cock inside an impossibly small ass. If it all went in I was sure it would reach the young man s stomach. And slowly and surely is was all going in and the young man was faltering. His arms and legs were dropping and I could see the whites of his eyes. He was either passed out or near to passing out. And this was all being done for my benefit. And I d like to claim that it was frightening me or disgusting me but I began to feel stirring inside me that I hadn t felt since I d left that mountain valley in the Himalayas.



I kept telling myself that this was all being done for me that these two probably did this nightly. And sure enough when the satyr had bottomed his dick inside the young man I saw the little man s face begin to flush. And then as the satyr began to play the young man s body making it slide up and down on his cock I saw the little man s eyes come alive once more and now he was crying out again. But he was crying for the fuck now. The fright was gone and he was crying out for the plowing.



The satyr stiffened and gave out a loud sigh and the little man was exclaiming that his insides were being bathed in cum. I expected the satyr to withdraw then and this phase of the demonstration to be over but he just resumed pumping the little man s ass on his hard cock all the more vigorously now thanks to the added lubrication.



I was no longer alone in my own room. Two hulking presences were beside me. And the first sensation I got was the musky smell of their lust. Two more satyrs. But this time big towering specimens over seven feet tall each and with swinging cocks that put the satyr s on the other side of the window to shame. They both took hold of the clothes I was wearing and literally ripped them off my body.



Mean determined looks on both. Cold piercing eyes staring out from underneath bushy black eyebrows. Sharp flashing white teeth.



One showed me the monster dildo in his hand and while the other moved to my front and started teasing my nipples and then my cock with those sharp teeth of his—never piercing anything with them but with the continual threat of being just on the brink of doing so—the other thrust the dildo in my ass. It was thick and long but not of filling proportions in my present stretched state. Still the satyr worked it around inside me in circles so that I felt the first flutterings in months of an arousal that might reach a climax.



I looked in the other room and the satyr was still fucking the young man. The little man cried out in ecstasy for a second time as I watched and the satyr s body gave a lurch and I knew that there had been a second ejaculation. But still the satyr pumped on.



The tormenting satyr in front of me stood and turned and released my wrists and ankles. But I wasn t free not by any means. The dildo had been withdrawn and my ass canal was now descending on the huge throbbing tool of the satyr at my rear. He had lifted me off the floor with his strong hands and just sat me down on his cock.



He was monstrously big. Bigger than the escort I d been sent earlier in the week. Both thicker and longer. I splayed my legs out my feet finding leverage on the window between this room and the next. The satyr worrying my nipples now dropped and swallowed my balls vibrating them with a maddening hum and sucking hard on them. I was crying out in ecstasy myself now. I hadn t had a fuck like this for a year.



The plowing in the other room was still going strong relentlessly. There was an obvious third spouting and the little man s eyes appeared to be swimming in semen and he was babbling to himself completely lost in the experience stuffed impossibly to the gills. The obvious inference to me was that as ordered these satyrs were determined to stuff me on a similar scale and to continue fucking me until I had my elusive orgasm.



That was all very nice I was thinking but this satyr wasn t going to quite be able to satisfy me. But that s not what they had planned. Now the satyr at my front was standing and then going into a crouching position his thighs crisscrossing those of the satyr at my rear and his gigantic hard tool now poised under me as well.



Thick fingers were at my hole now spreading me further apart giving purchase to the second gigantic cock. Sliding in alongside his fellow satyr s fingers remaining just inside the rim. Two monster cocks inside me now as well as a couple of fat fingers. I arched my back against the hairy chest of the satyr at my back and accepted the thick-lipped kissing of the satyr at my front as the two counterpumped me.



I looked into the other room. They were still fucking away. But the satyr had turned the young man. the little man was facing me now his feet against the window on the other side of mine but between mine the satyr s arms wrapped around his prey s belly. The soles of the little man s feet were scrunching in and out no doubt in the rhythm to what was churning in his tight little ass. The satyr was behind and crouched below him and I could see that giant cock pumping up into the impossibly small hole. The little man s face was slack jawed but his eyes were dancing and just swimming in the cum that was building up inside his body. He was staring right at me and looking totally content and fulfilled loving the stuffing and the never-ending fuck. His eyes were telling me that I could be content in this way too with what was being done to me on this side of the window. And I believed him I believed there was hope. I watched the scrunching of the soles of his feet to the rhythm of his fucking and I believed I could be well stuffed and fucked forever too.



This . . . was . . . just . . . about going to do it. Plowing. Relentless plowing. I was sighing and purring and crying out for it and doubting I could take any more of it my mind flashing back to the Himalayan mountain valley and the giant mountain men with their monster tools. I was panting and groaning and tightening. The satyr reached down and squeezed my balls hard and I shot off all over his hairy belly. For the first time in a year.



And then so did the two of them. Deep inside me lathering my insides with their combined gism.



I looked into the other room. Still fucking away.



I felt great. They had done me. I had had the orgasm I had paid for. The release that I wondered if I d ever had again. I lowered my legs from the window ready to be released and to leave. Determined to do this every week now no matter what it cost.



But the satyr in front of me still held the cruel piercing look in his eye. And it contained that edge of lust still as well. They weren t releasing me. Their cocks were alive again. They were pumping me again. They pumped and pumped and pumped. I whimpered and cried for mercy and ejaculated miraculously for the second time. And so did the satyrs. And then the cruel smile again and they once more were pumping and pumping and pumping and . . .



I looked through the window and they were still fucking there as well. Endlessly



Mooaaann.


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