Flesh Across America
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Las Vegas
A friend invited me to an oral party. He loves to suck cock and arranged for a bunch of guys to come over one night to do just that. He was very clear that no fucking would be allowed. That was OK with me. I love butt sex and my fat dick can make a bottom very happy, but trading BJs is always good, too.
Jim wanted everyone to be at his place at 9. When I knocked, Jim answered the door bare naked, his cock hard in his hand.
“Hey Pete,” he said. “Come on in. Take your clothes off. You can put your stuff in there.” He pointed to a brown grocery bag on a table. Several others were already full and lined up against the wall. Each had a name written on it in black magic marker.
“Looks like summer camp,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt.
“It’s playtime at this camp,” he said. He pulled at my jeans, squeezing my already firming cock. He unzipped me and shucked my pants and boxers down. “The others are in the den. I want the first taste of this beauty. OK?”
“Sure thing. Go for it.”
He knelt in front of me and started licking my balls while stroking my cock to full strength. He tongued up the shaft and then swallowed the head, holding it gently in place with his teeth while his tongue teased the tip. He raised his eyes to meet mine and winked.
He stopped after a few minutes. When he pulled my cock out of his mouth, it was dripping with precum. He fingered it, rubbing it around my cock head, sending shivers up my back.
“Let’s get you in the den,” he said.
I fully removed my clothes and followed. The sight of his tight body, small waist and chunky ass me got my cock even harder than I thought it could get.
In the den, two guys were blowing two guys. They all looked over at Jim and I and smiled.
Jim was in front of me. He stopped walking. I kept moving until I was up against his back, my cock squeezed between his cheeks. I reached around and rubbed my hands through his pubes.
Looking over his shoulder, he said. “Oral only, remember?” Yet, he rubbed his buns up against me the whole time.
“No problem,” I said.
I pushed him against the back of a couch. His firm, slightly hairy ass rounded up at me. I ran my finger against his puckered hole. He tensed it. I spread his cheeks, bent him over and gave him a wet, sloppy lick right up his crack, then down and up again. He pushed back on my mouth. Like a junkyard dog on a hot day, I lapped that hole like it was a dish of cool water.
The other guys dug the scene. One came over and got between Jim and me. He mouthed my cock. The guy he had been sucking came over. He got behind me and began kissing my ass cheeks, working his way into my hole. It was hot, me working Jim’s asshole while having mine licked and my cock sucked. I didn’t know where it felt best.
Meanwhile, the other two guys decided to join in. One began sucking the guy sucking me and the other got on the couch and slapped his cock across Jim’s face. Jim grunted and took the whole 7 or 8 inches down his throat.
This went on for what seemed forever. We had a flowing, pulsing rhythm. I lost track of time until I felt Jim’s hole contracting. He was cumming. I kept at his hole. At that same time the guy eating my ass jumped up and shot a warm load on my back. Next, the guy Jim was sucking pulled his cock out, yelling, “Here it comes.” A colossal spurt of cum flew over Jim’s head and landed on my forehead. It was followed by several more globs. Some hit my ear. I could feel them sliding over my face.
This was too much for me. My balls churned out six or seven jets and my sucker let it all dribble down his chin while his own juice exploded in the face of his sucker, who was the only one not to cum yet. Jim, good host that he is, said, “Let me take care of that.” He sucked the guy for a few minutes until he got a mouthful.
Jim stood up and looked around. “You guys are so hot. Let’s take a break until we can go again. How about some sodas?”
We got our drinks and sat on the floor, still naked and playing with each other. When hardons started appearing again, Jim made an announcement:
“I know I said this is an oral party, but let’s get to some serious ass fucking. I want all of you. If you’re into it.”
We were into it.

Pete


San Francisco

So, I was at an IGRA gay rodeo event a few years ago when I was still living in western Canada. I was dressed in my red cowboy shirt, my boots, my vest and my Wrangler jeans. I was standing around watching the men swing each other on the dance floor when I caught his eye. He was about the butchest son of a bitch I’d ever seen. Red hair in a buzz cut, a goatee and a body that would not fucking quit.
“What the hell have you got on there?” he asked, looking at my rear.
I looked and realized that I had sat in some mashed potatoes at dinner and they were still stuck there. I tried to make my way away in my embarrassment, but he caught me by the arm and said: “Don’t worry there, cowpoke. I just used that as an excuse to get to meet you.”
I dug my toe into the ground at that point, and when I had enough courage to meet this incredible stud eye-to-eye I was glad I stuck around.
We talked for a little while about his showing at the rodeo that day and he asked if I wanted to see his horse. I, of course, said I would like to see his horse and we headed outside to the stables where he introduced me to his steed, Buck, a magnificent animal at least 17 hands tall. We chatted a bit more about horse husbandry before he asked if I’d like to see his horse trailer. I, like any horny young man, said that I most certainly would like to see his horse trailer.
Immediately after we stepped inside the trailer he turned around and planted the hottest, most passionate kiss on me I’d ever experienced. I immediately groped for his crotch. It was already rock hard. He unzipped my Wranglers and swallowed my 9-inch cock in one gulp. I bucked my hips instinctively and grunted, “Fuck, yeah!”
After he enjoyed himself for a bit on my young, hard prick, I turned him around and buried my tongue so far up his ass I could swear I tasted his epiglottis. When I’d had my fill of tasting his mancunt I stood up to press my body against his. After a few minutes, I guided my cock into his tight asshole. I could feel the sphincter of his man cunt desperately milking my cock.
I bucked myself against my cowboy stud taking in not only the pleasure of fucking him but the smells of horseshit and sweat and testosterone in the trailer. I slammed my pelvis into his ass until I grunted, pulled my cock out and came all over his back. I was so spent by this effort that I fell forward onto his back, gasping for breath. I was jacking his cock the whole time, and he came into my hand. I pulled my hand, now full of cum, around and licked it clean.
After we calmed down we walked hand-in-hand back to the dance. An hour later, kind of like how my cowboy stud and I met, somebody mentioned the creamy stain on the bottom of my vest. Looking at it I remembered how I’d fallen against my newly ridden cowboy and had gotten the cum I dumped on his back onto my vest.
Since then I’ve had more than my share of conquests with hot muscle butts. I’ve had men that could work my cock like nobody’s business but when I’m in a position to jerk myself off with no porn and no man to help, the picture of my fat cock sliding into that tight cowboy muscle ass is the one I always go back to.

Scott

Tulsa

If it hadn’t happened to me, I wouldn’t believe anybody else’s story about sex with a handyman. It is so cliché. But, I guess clichés are clichés because they really do happen enough to become clichés.
The termites had been having such a good time with my backyard fence and some sections needed replaced. I looked in the local gay rag for someone to help me and called a few names. One of them, Bill, really sounded like he knew what he was talking about on the phone so I hired him. That he had a deep voice didn’t hurt either.
I wasn’t ready for who was at the door when I opened it. Bill was a 30-something piece of heaven. He had one of those natural, great bodies you get from working, not from working out. He smiled at me and melted my heart. I couldn’t help but think about sex. But, I knew that would be wrong. He was here to help fix a fence, not fuck my ass.
We went to the back yard. While he looked over the fence damage, I had lots of time to check out his well-stuffed jeans. They were worn and hugged every curve. I wanted that cock, but would behave.
The long and short of it is we got to work. Bill was an easy talker and the morning flew by as we cut and hammered wood. It was a hot day, so we were shirtless pretty quick. Working close together, I could smell Bill. It was that clean sweat odor that makes me crazy.
At one point I had to hold a section of fencing up while Bill hammered. He was behind me. His chest brushed against my back, sliding with our sweat. He didn’t move away. It was one of those “oh oh” moments. What do I do?
Bill spoke, “I want to fuck you. Is that OK? I know I shouldn’t be saying something like that because I’m here to work. Kind of non-professional.”
“I don’t care,” I said. “Feeling your cock inside me is all I have been thinking about.”
He turned me around and kissed me hard, his tongue wrapping with mine. My hand went to his crotch. He was getting hard, as was I. His hand slid down the back of my cutoffs and he fingered my asshole. He tickled my ass hairs.
“Let’s go in and take a shower,” I said.
We did and he did fuck me so good that I invited him back many more times.
So, I am proof that it can happen – sex with the repairman, the FedEx guy, the pizza boy. You never know.

Eric

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