Troed is my new hero. He is the only other person I've seen on Slashdot that has the balls to put a site in his sig that has the truth about Kikes. I applaud you and your actions!
Hopefully one day we can be rid of the hooknose menace...
A. The reason this service was started was because I simply was dissatisfied by efforts of the other foreign dating services. If you look at the typical dating service, their girls are from all over the Philippines. The Philippines covers a very large area and consists of over 7000 islands. It is unrealistic to think that you will have an opportunity to meet multiple girls due to the fact that it can take as many as two solid days of travel once you get off the plane in Manila to meet a girl in a distant province. And with up to two days of travel on your journey back, you have likely spent as much as four days, and possibly half of your vacation, on a bus or a boat. I had purchased 50 addresses from an agency and upon doing research on the Philippines, I realized that 90% of those addresses were potentially worthless due to inaccessibility. This would especially be the case if one girl was from Luzon and another from Mindanao (the two largest major islands). I didn't have more than 8 days for my vacation and I wanted to meet more than one girl. And since there are many things you must do, like meet her family which takes even more time to accomplish, I knew that I would drastically have to narrow my choices. This left me with 5 girls. I was fortunate that four of the five replied to me. I eventually was able to meet with two of those girls, but I realize now that my money was wasted by those unusable addresses and because my choices were very limited. Because of this, I realized that the foreign introduction industry was severely lacking in its convenience factors. I have set out to create my own custom agency that recruits all of its ladies from the easily accessible and very modern areas such as Manila, Quezon, Baguio City, and Laoag City from the Luzon island. I also realized the much greater demand for these ladies after talking to many of them over a long period of time, and comparing them with ladies from the distant provinces.
Q. Why should you chose the larger cities over the provinces?
A. My personal opinion is the compatibility and convenience factor. If you found this site, it probably means that you are a modern, forward-thinking gentleman. It is in your best interests therefore to choose a lady who, while feminine and conservative, is able to adjust to your habits and culture with relative ease. Typically in the cities, the girls tend to emulate their American and Canadian counterparts with respect to their interests and sophistication. Most, if not all, have cell phones, use e-mail, and are fluent in English. If you have ever written a letter abroad you can expect to have to wait up to two months for a reply. This makes e-mail the only realistic alternative. These ladies are very fashion conscious and try to keep up on current events and popular culture. Most are huge fans of American films and music and love anything that is different from their traditional native culture. They are also fascinated with foreign men in general. If you ever walk the streets of Manila, you will understand what I mean. For example, if you are sitting outside at a cafe, people will slow their pace and stare at you while they walk by. Often they will approach you and ask if you are enjoying your stay and if you like their country and its people. In contrast to the cities, most foreigners tend to experience culture shock when they visit ladies in the distant provinces. While friendly, the people tend to struggle with English and communication is always a challenge. The attitudes about everyday living are also much different than with what we are accustomed. Amenities are scarce. It is almost impossible to find a public restroom in these areas and you must typically resort to having to relieve yourself in the bushes. But if "roughing it" is for you, then maybe the provinces would suit your tastes. Also travel is difficult where you must take a motorcycle or a jeepney for very long distances to complete your trip. There is nothing more frustrating than getting temporarily lost in the provinces. It has happened to me twice, and it was enough for me to pledge my loyalty to the big cities and I am content with what I have found there.
Q. How do you recommend that I go about writing to these ladies?
A. Men who utilize this website tend to focus on girls who have e-mail listed. I must emphasize that just because they do not list an e-mail address does not mean that they cannot or will not use e-mail. Think of it this way: Would you use e-mail and/or pay the fees of an internet cafe if you didn't know anyone else who uses it? Of course you wouldn't. And it is the same for these ladies. They just need a reason to start, and then they will be checking it regularly when they know, for sure, that there will be mail waiting for them, thus not wasting their money.
Therefore I recommend a mixture of girls...write to a few with e-mail and a few that do not have e-mail. Your results will be alot better than if you only wrote to those with e-mail, as they get the most replies. Yes, it will initially take a couple of weeks longer to start your correspondence, but once you have initiated contact, the rate of your communication will increase rapidly as her interest builds. Many girls have even asked why nobody has written yet to our staff in the Philippines. When they are told that it is because they don't have e-mail, they sigh and say how they would use it, but they can't afford to keep paying for something if they are not getting anything out of it. It's up to you to give them a reason. Many filipias actually have e-mail, but they don't want to give it out until they receive an actual letter. They use the written letter as a test of the sincerity of a man. Even though it is clearly stated here about the benefits of taking the time to write, most men will STILL opt for girls who already have an e-mail address available. For those who are reading this, use this "inside" information to your advantage. Also, please make sure to enclose a photo of yourself. It is only fair that if you know what she looks like, she should be able to see your face as well. Finally, make the letter descriptive , honest, and be sure to tell her about your family. Most importantly, do not boast of your accomplishments...it will only turn her off. In other words, be yourself and be humble. They don't want an arrogant and macho attitude....they have seen plenty living from their own areas.
Q. What about calling them on the telephone?
A. I don't recommend contacting them by phone until you have established contact through either a letter or e-mail. Just like you probably don't like it when someone calls to try to sell you something over the phone, these girls are not going to be comfortable talking to a complete stranger (and in a personal manner) that they know nothing about.
Q. How many girls should I write?
A. The minimum number that I recommend is 10. That is why our rates are set up as they are....so that you will be persuaded to choose a healthy number of ladies with which to correspond. A man who is truly sincere about meeting a filipina would be best suited for a membership of some sort. We currently have three different membership options which gives all of the addresses in our database (hundreds) plus all additional updates for a period of time, depending on which option you choose. And the number of available ladies greatly outnumbers the number of members that we have. I am positive that you will be very busy for a long time....and will not be disappointed with your results.
Those men who are disappointed typically only write to 1-3 ladies. Remember that this, like anything else dealing with relationships, is a numbers game. Chances are that there is a lady in our pages that complements you perfectly. You just have to find her. This brings me back to a guy that I used to know back in college. He was just an average looking guy. But he was very aggressive when it came to women. Most of the time, he was rejected outright. But due to his persistence, he was never without a desirable girlfriend. And my other friends could only scratch their heads in disbelief of his success. So hopefully you see that it is much to your advantage to put forth the effort to write to multiple ladies.
Q. What about age differences?
A. Realistically, most filipinas will accept a man who is as many as 20 years her senior. There are a few that want someone of a certain age range, and this is specified in her profile. Much of this depends on you as well, as the age range is not set in stone, so to speak. What this means is that if you are very successful and are in good shape (not overweight), you may find a lady who is as many as 30 years your junior to accept you.
Q. How difficult is travel to the Philippines?
A. Basically the major airlines offer the same types of travel options to the Philippines as they do to any other foreign country. If you live within the continental United States, you can expect to pay between $650-$900 for a round-trip ticket during the "off-peak" season. Typically those who will pay less live on the West Coast since there is one less connecting flight. I recommend that you shop around for the best price and talk to independent travel agents instead of dealing with the huge on-line travel agencies which typically charge as much as 25% more for a ticket. Once you get there, either your lady will meet you at the airport if she is from the Manila area, or you will take a modern bus to one of the other major cities. I was surprised to find that the Philippines uses the same style of air-conditioned bus that is so common in North America.
Q. What about language differences?
A. The official written language in the Philippines is English. Almost everyone in the cities speaks English very well. As you get away from the cities, people tend to be more isolated and do not do as well with English. Some people in the cities speak English so well, that you forget that you are talking to someone who is foreign to you. And you will find that the writing skills of the average filipino is often much better than that of the average native English speaker.
Q. What is your guarantee on the addresses?
A. We do everything that we can to see to it that the addresses are current in our pages. It is inevitable that some girls will move or their e-mail addresses will expire if they do not log in for awhile due to a vacation or what-not. Therefore, if you scan a copy of a return letter or send us an e-mail failure daemon notice, we will give you your choice of TWO addresses for your inconvenience either from our current pages, or from a future update to the site. We are not able to issue refunds or credit due to the nature of the information provided however.
Q. Will you respond if I write you an e-mail?
A. Of course. Typically someone will check our main e-mail account at least 3 times per day and respond in a timely manner. We honestly don't get that many letters or inquiries, so you will be taken care of quickly. This is a medium sized site in a small industry. Sites like these do not get anywhere even close to the number of hits that the average dating site gets, either national or local. A safe bet would be to assume that your e-mail will be answered by us within 24 hours.
Q. How many men write to these girls?
A. Believe it or not, it is not anywhere near as many as you might think. As was mentioned above, most girls without e-mail get ZERO replies! The prettiest girls without e-mail will get one or two, but that's it. Most guys tend to only pick 1-2 girls to write, and they almost always have e-mail. Our policy is that when a girl has her address requested by about 8 different men, we will remove her from our pages unless she requests otherwise.
Q. How will I receive the addresses I purchase?
A. If you order through our secure system, it should immediately be delivered to the e-mail address that you provide. In addition, we display their contact information on a "thank-you" screen after you complete your order. It would be therefore in your best interests to "cut-and-paste" the addresses from that screen onto the 'notepad' feature of your PC.
Sometimes there will be a database error where the addresses do not get delivered. If this happens, simply e-mail us with the names of the girls you requested, and we will forward them to you as soon as possible.
Q. Why should I give this type of introduction service a try?
A. While this type of service tends to have the "Mail order Brides" stigma attached to it due to historical reasons, it is no longer the case. These ladies join this agency of their own free will and should be respected as such. If you think about it, this service is really no different than any other domestic singles, dating, and matchmaking service. "Mail Order Brides" is a term that means slavery and servitude. While true in the past and in illegal, underground sex trade operations today, it is no longer a normal part of the foreign introduction industry and mainstream websites such as this. The most significant difference that you will find with this type of service is in the quality of girls that you see. Most of these ladies would have dozens of men chasing them if they were single and living amongst us domestically. I have read statistics that show that for every single Asian girl in non-Asian countries, there are about 50 men competing for her affection. This is true from my own experiences, as I dated filipinas from areas like Chicago who would get "hit on" at least 5 times on any given day and were well aware how desirable they are to the average man.
But in Filipino dating sites such as this, there just is not this level of competition. Why? Because, for one, it is not a free singles service. Most men will avoid paying for a dating service. They convince themselves that they can find an unattached Asian woman on the internet. For a short time, I was one of those guys. But I quickly realized how pointless it was to go about the dating scene in that manner. You should use this little bit of information to your advantage over all of the others.
And the best thing of all, is that they do not have the same outlook on life or attitude as the average American girl! This is, by far, the most significant aspect. Most, if not all filipinas are Christian or strongly believe in God. Many of these same women specifically request a Christian man as one of their desired traits in a mate. While many women that you are used to would never cater to you like in old-fashioned times, a filipina will insist that she make you more comfortable. If that means getting you a glass of iced tea (without you asking) after a long day of work, so be it. She will do everything to shows that she appreciates having you as her man. There are not too many girls like this anymore (especially domestically), but rest assured that this character trait is ingrained in the mind of the average filipina.
Q. Are these Filipino women simply using me to become an American, Canadian, or European citizen?
A. While it has happened before, it is EXTREMELY rare. It is far more likely that a woman from your own area will marry you for your money rather than who you are as a person, statistically speaking. All these girls really want is to meet a man who loves and truly appreciates the love that they show to him. This "celebration of woman" is mainly a Western phenomenon. The average filipina comes from a male dominated area or household where it is common for the man to be lazy and get all the benefits, while the woman does all of the work with no appreciation.
In our modern times, most of these ladies life a fair life, devoid of poverty or truly harsh conditions. They simply want to try something new....in the exact same way that you are trying something new by writing to them. It really is as simple as that.
Q. What about getting her a visa?
A. This varies from country to country. In the United States, the law is very strict about immigration. Typically, it will take 3-6 months to get a "fiancee" visa, and a year to get a visa if you are already married. But if you have a minimum of a high school education, you can easily complete the required documents. For more information, please see our page at: http://www.manilabeauty.com/visa.phtml.
Q. How does e-mail forwarding work and how much does it cost?
A. Definition of e-mail forwarding: The interested man writes an e-mail sent to us in the form of an introduction letter to the girl he wants to contact. A member of the staff prints out the letter locally and sends it to the girl.
This is our e-mail forwarding plan:
For full members, we will be charging $2.50 per letter with a minimum of 10 letters sent at once. For 5-9 letters at once: $3 each. And then $4 each for 1-4 letters. Each letter includes a Philippine P15 international stamp for the lady to reply. But remember that since they live in or near the cities and internet cafes, many will likely reply by e-mail. Actually, the ones in Manila were complaining to my agent there why nobody has written yet:) These are girls without e-mail listed obviously....many are realizing the importance of e-mail, but they have a hard time justifying the cost since they are not 100% sure that they will have mail to read.
Note that you will see e-mail forwarding services at our competitors sites for a minimum of $5 each, and Philippine stamps for $1 each only if you buy 10 or more. Considering that express mail from the U.S. to the Philippines is $20 and it still takes a few days, our e-mail forwarding system is a great deal.
For non-members we offer the following:
$3 per letter with a minimum of 10 letters sent at once. $3.50 per letter for 5-9 letters $4.50 for 1-4 letters
Non-members may upgrade to a full membership by paying the difference for the desired membership option from their initial purchase to us through Paypal at http://www.paypal.com
Is preferred that payments are made through Paypal using the address: support@manilabeauty.com
Send your letter to that e-mail address as well following payment and it will be forwarded to the appropriate mailer in the Philippines.
Q. Where is your physical storefront?
A. Basically you are there now. We do not have a static address to keep our costs low and thus we can give better rates to you. The beauty of the internet is that all you need is a PC to maintain a website. We have men and women who live and work in the major cities such as Manila, Laoag, Cebu, Baguio, and their suburbs who find these filipino girls and offer them the option of joining the agency. At any given time, one of these "field agents" may also answer your e-mails, as they help to administer various aspects of the website operation as part of their duties.
Q. Do you have a brochure you can send?
A. Again, to keep our overhead down, we do not offer a brochure. We cannot justify a brochure, since the main purpose of a website is to give you all the information you need.
These are the questions that we most often get if someone does not read this page beforehand, and they are therefore covered here. If you still have questions after reading this, please e-mail us at support@manilabeauty.com and someone will get to your question as soon as possible.
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Butt-sex, with a baboon, Butt-sex, all afternoon, Butt-sex, in a lagoon, Butt-sex, with a fork and a spoon, Butt-sex, like an Anime cartoon, Butt-sex, I stick my cock up your moon!!
Butt-sex, with a baboon, Butt-sex, all afternoon, Butt-sex, in a lagoon, Butt-sex, with a fork and a spoon, Butt-sex, like an Anime cartoon, Butt-sex, I stick my cock up your moon!!
Ever since I can recall we were moving from post to post. Three years here, a couple of years there. Finally we stopped because Dad was retiring. My father was a big man. With broad shoulders, hairy chest, an imposing deep voice, and huge hands. He stood 5'11", and easily weighed 250, of solid muscle, dark but graying hair, deep blue eyes.
I hadn't really thought about sex with him, but it came to be the standard that I would measure all men by. I started playing around with sex and stimulation when I was quite young. The first sexual thing I was into was piss. I used to pee on myself in the tub, or fill a glass and run it down the crack of my ass. As I played with that warm, golden juice, I would imagine that it was a man similar to my father pissing down my ass. From there it just led to masturbation as often as possible. I still do to this day.
My father used to walk around the house in nothing but his briefs, because as he always told my mother "there are only men in this house, why do I need to dress for them?" I enjoyed his parading around. It allowed me to watch is body, his tight, large ass muscles move under the fabric, and also find out just how much dick he was carrying. My father has large balls, and a nice thick cock, even soft. So it was no wonder I wanted to get close to that.
As with all military men, they want their sons to be like them - big, strong, loyal, and above all men. It never enters their mind that their sons would want to suck their dick, or eat their hairy holes, or get fucked by them. But, for me it was something I truly desired. I would watch him come home in his uniform, and I could see where the sweat had soaked through the material around his armpits, and down the crack of this ass. My father work on helicopters, so there was always the odor of grease mixed with Old Spice and sweat. It is a deadly combination for me.
As was often the case my mother would go out shopping on Saturdays, and my father would work around the house, and yard. She naturally would be gone for hours, and I hatched a plan to make my desires known, whatever the consequence. I needed be close to him, to enjoy that connection with him. I knew he would probably be furious, and that was part of the turn on, the possibly consequences. So after spending several hours working out in the yard, he came in for a shower. I needed to be sure that I could at least smell his underwear, his t-shirt, and get that scent of him. To actually smell what it is like to be near his cock, his ass. So I wanted to wait until he got into the shower and then pick each item of clothing to sniff, perhaps to have for a short time to beat off too.
As my father was changing clothes, he laid them in a pile next to the bed, and headed toward the linen closet for a fresh towel. I hurriedly ran into the bedroom and picked up his underwear, and without even thinking held the crotch to my nose and too a big whiff of him. I should have just ran back out, but couldn't resist taking the chance. When I opened my eyes, there my father stood, naked, sweaty, and angry. "What the hell are you doing?" I couldn't speak, I was so taken by shock that I didn't know what to answer. "Boy, you better start talking!" I just looked into his eyes, and I guess the scene was all too clear.
"You like smelling my nasty shorts boy!" Barked as if he was talking to one of his troops. I looked at him and in a small voice said, "Yes sir." "You some fag boy?" It was more a statement than a question, since I could sense he knew. "Yes, sir", I love the scent of men, and really just needed to confirm that. "So you want to smell my sweaty pits, my crotch, my sticky ass?" "Is that what you are telling me?" I couldn't say anything. But he could read my eyes, and the tented shorts I was wearing told him all he really needed to know.
He threw down the towel and walked slowly over to where I stood, his hands balled up into fists and positioned on his hips. There was a nasty snarl on his face, probably the same one he gave his troops when he was displeased, or serious about something. I know I was taking a chance, but this was unfolding into more than I ever dreamed. "Boy, I am going to teach you how to be a man". "Your first lesson is on how to obey orders like one." "Take those shorts, and sniff them good and hard, especially where the track marks are!" I closed my eyes, brought the sweat soaked material up to my nose and inhaled. The sensation was so great, my adrenaline rush so intense that I almost shot immediately.
I then opened my eyes, and looked down at my father's dick. It was mere inches from my face. It was thick, and long, and getting larger as I stared. Obviously, I was not the only one getting a charge from this. "You want to smell me, then lay down on the floor!" Again, sternly commanded, and I complied. He then squatted his massive body down, spread his muscled ass cheeks and demanded that I sniff his dirty hole. I looked at that dark, hairy furrow. The hairs along the crack were damp with perspiration, and the smell emanating from the hole was rich and musky. I lifted my head slightly and sniffed. It was all I had thought it would be. The sight of that man's hot pink hole, the hairs surrounding it, and the knowledge that I was there was making my head spin. I then decided to go for broke, and let my tongue swipe over his hole. At first his reaction was to jerk up, but then settled back down on my face and barked the order for me to eat his hole.
I struggled under those massive globes to get my tongue as deep into his hole as I could. He assisted by spreading his cheeks, and pushing his hole out to my waiting mouth and tongue. The taste of salt, and musk from his ass was incredible. I buried my face in his ass and continued to suck, and lick his hairy hole for all I was worth. I could tell I was hitting some sensitive spots as he moaned, and groaned under my tonguing. It was foul smelling, but I watched as his hole opened up and closed during it. He then stood, and made me get on my knees in front of him. As he turned around, his dick was at least 9" long, and dripping with precum.
"Suck my dick!" was all he said. I quickly licked the precum from the head of his thick cock and moved my mouth over it. I started to ply my talents to his cock head, and suck and lick those tender parts. Then he placed those huge hands on the back of my head, and started to feed me his dick. I grabbed onto his ass, and held on for the ride. At first the thrusting was slow and patient, then more urgent as more inches were going down my throat. Eventually through relaxation I was able to accommodate all 9" of dick in my mouth. My father groaned, and told me how good it felt to have a nice soft pair of lips sucking his cock. His dick seemed to grow thicker with each thrust. I had to admit that even though I felt like gagging on several occasions I was loving this.
He abruptly stopped and told me to get onto the bed on my hands and knees. I was aware of what was coming, but still could not believe that I was actually going to get fucked. He spit into his hand and then wiped that load of saliva onto my crack. With his rough, thick fingers he started to push through my ass ring. I was pretty tight, but determined to do this. I relaxed as much as I could and just let myself enjoy the sensations running through my body. He then pushed my back end down a bit and aimed his huge cock head at my hole. "You're going to get what you wanted, and I will make a man out of you for it!" was all he said. He then pushed against my tight ass hole and I felt the thick cock head slip into my hole. The pain was excruciating, and I had to bite down on the pillow from the blinding ache. But he held his dick head just inside and allowed me to become accustomed to it.
Once I nodded that it was ok to proceed, he drove the rest of his hard shaft in. In one push I had my father deep in my hole. He grabbed hard onto my hips with his hands, and started to move his thick piece in and out of my hole with long strokes. He was tearing me apart, but in my mind I was in heaven. To think that I had a REAL man in my hole, fucking me, and hopefully going to leave his load of cum in my guts was heaven. He then started to really fuck me hard. "Take my man's dick, boy, show your Dad what kind of man you are! I complied and met each thrust with a back push. I wanted my Dad's dick so far up inside me.
I could tell he was not going to last too much longer. His breathing became short, and belabored, and his strokes were coming harder and faster. "I'm breeding your fucking ass hole, boy!" was all I heard before I felt his cock jump and twitch inside me. Then came a loud "HOORAH", and I could feel my fathers sperm shoot deep into my guts. My sides hurt from him clutching onto my hips, and my hole burned with pleasure as I could feel him slowly fuck his cum into me. I lay there exhausted, but just as suddenly his cock was ripped from my hole and I was turned over to face him. His cock was still rock hard, shiny and dripping and he forced his dirty cock into my mouth. "Clean my cock, you fucking faggot!" and I did. I relished having to taste my ass juices mixed with his cum.
"You like that, don't you pussy boy?" and with his cock still in my mouth, I nodded. He then held my head down deep into his crotch, grunted, and then let go a strong, pungent stream of piss down my throat. I gagged at first not realizing what was happening, but that last only a moment, and I began to drink in earnest. He was blessing my fantasies with his piss; his strong, manly, salty piss. "Fucking piss lover too!" "I should have known that a deviant like you would love that too." He kept pissing, until just the last vestiges were left. I kept my lips tight and worked my tongue over his sensitive head. He pulled out abruptly, spat into my face, and headed for the bathroom.
The only thing he ever said afterward, was that he had made a man of me
DISCLAIMER: The story below is a work of complete fiction. None of the events note in this story have ever taken place. This story is purely fiction and is not meant to imply anything about the sexuality of the characters or anyone mentioned in the story. This story is not true, and any part of it which might have actually happen is completely coincidental. Copyright is claimed by the author, me.
Bow Wow felt so horny. All he wanted to do was be alone for 20 minutes and jack his raging cock off. The past few months had made him extremely horny. He was going through puberty, and starting to show signs of it. His muscles started to grow, and he began to grow hair on his dick and under his arms, and started to emit a scent that made Shad horny whenever he sweated. He had also discovered how to beat his meat, and how to shoot his cream. He can still remember the day he blew his first load. It was a few months ago...
It was at some awards thing. He didn't even know what it was, just that he had to show his face there for publicity. There were alot of kid celebrities like him there. It was a pretty boring show to him, but he just had to make an appearance. He never thought the show would end, and when it did, he had to take a gigantic piss. He told his mother he had to 'go', and that she could wait outside or something. When he got to the restrooms, there were lines of people waiting to relieve themselves. He hesitated to at first, but then realized he couldn't wait anymore.
As he got closer to the stalls, he became more nervous. He was surrounded by guys his age, and being in a public bathroom filled with other guys made him uncofortable. When it was his turn to go, he walked up to the stall, unzipped, and pulled out his cock. Suddenly, somebody with a familiar face walked up to the stall next to him. He looked up and saw that it was Aaron Carter. Bow wow knew who Aaron was, but really wasn't a fan of his music. Unable to help himself, Bow Wow sneaked a peek over into Aaron's stall. He saw Aaron pull out his cut dick, and saw he had a pretty good size patch of pubic hair above his cock. Bow Wow's cock took about half a second to become fully erect. The tip of his cock was now touching the porcelain stall. Aaron was sweating after his little performance, and when Bow Wow smelled the arome of a sweaty boy, it made his dick rock- harder. He waited for Aaron to leave so that he wouldn't see his erect cock in the stall, then put his own inflated tool in his pants.
After seeing another boys dick for the first time, this left Shad extremely horny. His cock was harder than it had ever been before, and was begging to escape his pants. When he finally got home, he told his mother he was exhausted and was going to bed. Instead, he went straight to his room, locked the door, and began to think about what he had just seen. He was still shaking a little from the exitement. He had never felt this way before. He sat on his bed and revisioned seeing the boy's cock. He remembered how he was dripping with sweat and how his scent made his dick harder.
Shad remembered his hard cock in his pants, waiting to be unleased. He had never done anything like this before, with being busy with recording his latest album and tours and all that kinda stuff. He was sitting at the corner of his bed with one leg over each side. He excitedly kicked off his shoes, and began to unbuckle his jeans. Having done that, he began to slowly pull down his jeans. He got his jeans pulled down to his knees, and saw the huge bulge coming from his boxers.
He slowly began to pull down his boxers as well. Slowly, his patch of dark curly pubic hair appeared. Then his excited cock sprang loose, bouncing right off his stomach. He looked at his hard dark cock for a second; it was brown, of course, about 5 and a half inches in length, and about as thick as a hot dog. Shad was cut, although he didn't know what that meant yet. He was sweating from the humid summer night weather and all the excitement he was feeling.
He decided to take his shirt off too. Shad lifted his arms up to slip his shirt off, and noticed he was sweating under his arms as well. He examined the medium sized patch of hair he had just grown, and inhaled the scent of his sweat coming from his armpits. Shad was now naked from the knees up. He was dripping with sweat, and his cock pulsing. With his right hand, Shad grabbed his throbbing cock. Just the touch of his hand making contact with his dick made him shudder. His eyes slammed shut from intense feeling. He felt around his warm, sweaty balls for a second. He brought his hand up to his face and smelled his own cock-scent.
He began to stroke his long dick up and down, groaning and shuddering from the immense pleasure he was in. Shad started to jack his dick faster and faster, as he became more excited. He had this feeling in his stomach that he had never felt before. Shads dick was starting to feel a little funny, kinda itchy. He just ignored it and kept beating his pulsating cock. As his strokes were starting to get faster, Shad felt a burning feeling in his balls, like he had to take a piss. Shad opened his eyes in fear that he had done something wrong and broke his dick.
He kept jacking his dick untill all of a sudden, he felt his cock start to spasm. "Uhhhhhhh......oooohhhhhhhh shiiiiitttttt" he grunted
Shads cock started to erupt.
His hot, white cum started to blast everywhere. Shad kept jacking his pulsating cock, shooting his thick jizz everywhere. Two wads of hot boy-juice flew up from his cock and hit him right in the face. As he stroked his cock like no tommorrow, blast after blast of Shads thick cream hit him right in the chest. "Unghh......"
Shads cock oozed cum all over his hand and into his pubes. His cream was dribbling into his bush dripping all over his chest. His cock finally began calm down and the cum-blasting stopped. His cum-covered hand was still jacking his dick off, letting all the excess cum dribble out of his cock. He removed his hand from his dick and examined it. The first thing he noticed was the smell. His room now reeked of a salty smell, kinda like bleach.
He looked around, still excited from shooting a wad for the first time. Shad saw that his chest and hand were both fully covered with his white jizz. "Aww man....How em I gonna clean dis shit up?"
His bed had spots of his cum all over, already soaking into his bedspread. His boxers and jeans had some of his juice on it, but not too much. Shad decided to take them off, not wanting anyone to see the spots. He stood up and slid off his jeans and boxers. Standing naked, with a half- erect cock and a cum-smeared chest and hand, he heard his door handle turn. "Boy what are you doin in there with the door locked?!" His mother asked "Um, nothing!....Nothing" Was his ingenious reply. "Yeah whatever..." Said his mother, hinting a tone of suspicion.
Still standing naked, Shad walked over to pick of a sock laying around his room. He wiped all of his jizz off his chest and hand, and rub all the cum out of his pubes. The cum-scent began to fade away, but he was still dripping with sweat. That was the first time he saw cum, and the first he'd ever shot it.....Shad still remembers that day. Ever since then, he'd jack off whenever he got the chance. Blowing a load of hot cum all over himself became his favorite hobby. Since then, his cock has grown to 6 inches, and now he can shoot twice as much cum as before. He tried to taste it and shooting it straight into his mouth.
Now it was the end of summer, and all that was on his mind was jacking off. He discovered the different sites on the web with guys his age to jack off to, and would sit in from of the computer for hours, untill he finally shot a thick wad onto the floor under his desk. Not a day went by when he didn't think about it. His dick would become rock hard during performances, and he'd have to go into the bathroom to relieve himself. He'd be shooting a music video and have to go back to his trailor for a break, just to rid his dick of his cum.
Now he had the chance to see Aaron again. Bow Wow was asked to perform at some teen awards show, which he thought was a shitty gig. The only reason he accepted to do it was so that he could see Aaron again.
As Shad finished performing, he wandered back to his dressing room. He was feeling horny as hell and had a gigantic boner. He forgot all about Aaron and just went straight for his dressing room, hoping to be alone so he could mess around. The stage lights made Shad sweat like crazy, but that only made him wanna jack off more. Shad was about to open the door to his dressing room untill he heard a voice from behind:
"Hey man, that was a wild show out there" It was Aaron. Shad didn't know what to say. He froze right there, his raging cock growing harder.
"Um, yeah....I s'pose so" He finally managed to say. Aaron just looked at him and chuckled a little at Bow Wow's odd response.
"You, uh, wanna hang out er somethin?" Aaron asked him.
"Uh...OK" Shad opened his dressing room door, walked in, and was suprised to see Aaron follow him. Aaron found a chair and sat down. Shad didn't know what to say or do. He's been wanting to be alone with Aaron for a long time now, and now that it was finally happening, he didn't know what to do. He finally came up with an idea. He was hot as hell, so he decided he'd make the first move.
"Man, I'm hot as hell in this place"
"Yeah, me too....they should turn the ac on a little more & cool this place down" Aaron told him As Aaron was talking, Shad began to pull his shirt off over his head. Aaron, being a boy himself, couldn't help but to watch. Aaron noticed Shads chest, not as well defined as his own, but not that bad. He also noticed that he had some hair in his armpits, glistening with sweat. Aaron suddenly felt horny himself as his cock started to rise. Shad now stood shirtless in front of Aaron.
"Hey man, yer sweatin all over" Aaron said
"Yeah, I know. Im soaked" Shad said, lifting up his arms, exposing his sweaty pits to Aaron.
"Ha, you hardly have any hair unda there...haven't started puberty yet?" Aaron joked
"Shit, I've got mo' then you. I been through puberty if you know what I mean" Shad replied.
"So you've been lookin' at me like that?" Aaron asked, trying to sound serious.
"Nah man, I ain't like dat. I dunno what you talkin' about" Shad said, trying to sound truthful.
"Whatever man. I saw you that one day, checkin' out my dick in the bathroom.Shad suddenly felt hot all over. The boy he's been wanting for months had caught him in the act. He didn't know what to say, he just stared straight into Aarons eyes, unable to come up with a believable reason.
"Yeah, thats right...I know you were starin' at my cock. You popped a boner as soon as you saw it" Aaron said
"What??" Shad asked, confused.
"While you were busy checkin' me out, I saw you had a boner in the stall, dude. I know I musta been the one to give it to ya" Shad was standing there without a shirt, amazed that Aaron had been checking his cock out the whole time he was checking Aaron's out. When Aaron said those words, Shads dick once again became rock hard from all this excitement. He couldn't think of a damn thing to say. Aaron noticed his new friends bulge.
"Hey dude, looks like I'm right."Aaron exclaimed "I really do give ya boners" Shad just stood there, feeling hot all over. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know if Aaron was gonna tell everyone about this or if Aaron was inviting Shad to mess around. Then Aaron spoke.
"You saw my dick, now lemme see how you compare" Aaron said, hoping not to scare Shad away
"Um......" Said Shad, surprised by Aaron's invite. Aaron jumped to his feet and walked towards Shad, who was still standing in the same spot after all that time. He wasted no time and yanked on Shads jeans. Aaron pulled his jeans down to his feet, leaving Shad standing in his boxers, with a bulge in the front. Shad felt like his head was gonna explode. He never felt like this before. He was finally messing around with Aaron.
"Huh, I can smell your cock, dude...you really gotta take a shower" Aaron said, but the truth was that it gave him a boner himself. Shad was totally lost in awe of what was going on.
Aaron then began to pull Shads boxers to the floor. As he slipped them down, Shads pubes were slowly revealed. Then came the begining of his dick. Aaron paused
"C'mon...don't stop..." Shad nervously pleaded Aaron continued to pull down Shads boxers. Finally, Shads boxers were down to his feet, revealing to Aaron his dark 6- inch cock, throbbing with excitement
"Wow, that's pretty good" Aaron smiled
"Yeah, now what you wanna do?" Shad asked
"I'll show you..." Aaron said, reaching for his shirt. Aaron took his shirt off and threw it on a newby chair. Shad was still standing naked, cock pulsating. Aaron slowly pushed his pants and boxers down to his feet, revealing to Shad what he had once seen before.
Shad stared at Aaron's 6 inch dick, which lied underneath a light brown huge patch of pubic hair. Aaron's cock was cut, just like Shads. They both stared at each others throbbing dicks, wondering what to do next.
"Looks like you could use some relief" Aaron finally suggested.
"Yeah man, think you can handle it?" Bow Wow playfully asked
"But you gotta do me too" Aaron said, hoping Shad would comply Shad didn't need to think about this one...He knew what he wanted to do.
"OK" he answered Wasting no time, Aaron reached out and grabbed Shad's 6 inch tool. Shad closed his eyes and groaned at the touch of Aarons hand. Aaron began to stroke Shad's cock up and down.
"Oh man...that feels awesome" Shad said to Aaron
"Yeah, it better feel just as good to me too" Aaron snapped Aaron continued to jack Shad's dick off, making him groan in pleasure. He had his eyes closed , so he had no idea what was going to happen next. Aaron suddenly stopped stroking Shad's dick. Then Shad felt a hot, moist suction on his cock. He opened his eyes to see Aaron sucking his dick.
"Oh shit man...this is fuckin' great" Shad managed to say in between groans. Aaron was sucking Shads cock like crazy. He managed to get all 6 inches of Shads brown manhood into his mouth, with Shads cock-tip halfway down his throat. Aaron's nose was buried in Shads pubes.
Aaron could smell the hot musky scent of Shads sweaty cock. He kept bobbing his head back and forth, sucking Shads rock-hard cock.
"Uhh...wait man...I don't wanna cum yet" Shad groaned Aaron stopped sucking, and stood back up.
"My turn" Aaron said to Shad, who was still recovering from the intense oral pleasure he had just recieved.
Shad kneeled down in front of Aaron, who's cock was throbbing in anticipation. Shad moved his mouth towards Aarons awaiting cock. Shad inhaled the musky scent of Aarons hot cock, and began to suck Aaron's meat.
"Aw man...that's great" Aaron groaned. Shad kept on sucking. He felt Aarons cock in the back of his throat and almost gagged on it. He loved the smell of Aarons sweaty pubes right on his nose.
"Ok man...Lets do somethin else" Aaron said Shad stood back up to follow Aaron to the leather couch in the corner
"What you got in mind?" Shad excitedly asked
"Sit down" Aaron commanded "Spread your legs"
"Huh? No way man" Shad said
"C'mon man, it won't hurt, I'll let you do it to me too" Aaron answered
"Well, aight." Shad sat back in the couch, as if he was in a slouching position. Aaron motioned for Shad to open his legs. Shad hesatated at first, but eventually spread his legs. Aaron opened his mouth and spit into his hand.
"I'm gonna make it slippery, ok" Aaron said
"Aight" shad said Aaron took his spit-wetten finger and pointed it towards Shads asshole. Shad become more excited than ever. He never thought he'd be doing something like this with Aaron. Aaron's finger entered Shads asshole, causing him to squirm in extreme pleasure.
"Holy Shit! That shit's intense!" Shad said Aaron contiued to finger Shads asshole, lubing it for his dick to be able to enter it. Shads hole had a few traces of hair, as did Aaron. Aaron took his finger out, spit on it again, and this time put three fingers up into Shad's hole.
"Shit man, that kinda hurts"
"Just relax...it'll feel better in a minute" Aaron assured Aaron took his fingers out, and began to spit on his hand again. He rub his spit all over his cock, making it nice and slippery to enter Shads hole.
"You ready?" Aaron asked
"Yeah" Aaron put Shads legs up over his shoulders and aimed his cock for Shads hole. He moved towards Shad and pushed into his asshole. Shad squirmed in pain for a second, but then relaxed his muscles. Aaron kept going in. The pain was going away, and it started to feel real good. Shad could feed Aarons pubes brush up against his ass. Shad started to jack his own dick off.
Aaron kept pumping his dick into Shad, faster and faster.
"Ugh..." Aaron moaned After a while, Aaron was ready to explode. Aaron could feel his cum rise into his balls, causing them to tighten. He pulled his cock out of Shads ass, and began to shoot white boyjuice everywhere
Thick cream spurted all over Shads stomach and chest. A few blasts caught Shad in the face, and Shad used his tongue to lick it into his mouth. Aarons cum dripped into Shads pubic hair, and left Shads chest white with jizz.
"Shit...that was unbelievable" Aaron said
"Yeah, but now its my turn." Shad reminded Aaron
"Ok, lets switch places". Shad and Aaron switched places. Aaron was slouched on the couch, legs spread wide apart. Shad then rubbed some of Aarons cum off of his chest and used it to lube Aarons asshole. He took a finger and stuck it into Aarons rosebud.
"You Ready" Shad asked
"You know it" Aaron answered Shad pointed his pulsing cock towards Aarons hole. He stuck the tip of his cock right towards the opening.
"Here goes" Shad then pushed in his dick, making Aaron squirm and groan.
"OOoooohhhh....shit......" Shad said, overtaken by the great feeling Shad began to pump his cock in and out of Aarons ass. Aaron could also feel Shads dick-hair brushing his ass. Aaron began to stroke his cock.
As Aaron jacked his own cock, Shad continued to pound Aarons hole.
"Shit...Im gonna cum soon" Shad yelled Aaron began to beat his dick faster and faster, as Shad began to fuck his asshole faster and faster. Suddenly, Shad pulled out of his ass, and pointed his dick towards Aarons face.
Shad could feel his dick about to explode. His balls were tightening and getting ready to launch his boy-cream.
"uhhgggnn...." Shad loudly groaned Shads cock began to erupt everywhere. His thick white jizz shot right into Aarons face and mouth, causing Aarons dick to erupt also.
Shads cum when flying through the air, landing on Aarons stomach, leaving strings of jizz from the tip of his cock to Aarons stomach. Aarons cum was shooting all over his chest, mixing with Shads.
Shad's cock finally began to stop erupting hot cum, so did Aarons. Both boys were now dripping with sweat. Aaron was completely covered with thick cum from both of them. Shad nearly fell over from exhaustion.
"Damn man...that was intense..." Shad told Aaron
"Yah, but nobody can ever know what went on here."
"Oh, like I'm gonna tell somebody this shit..." Shad joked Both boys stood up, cum dripping from Aarons stomach. Shad wiped the cum from his dick with a towel. The room now smelled salty of cum.
"We gotta do dis again" Shad said Just then the door opened. Shad realized he didn't lock the door when they first came in. They heard a strangers voice:
"You gotta do....what....again....." the person's voice trailing off as they see Shad standing naked and Aaron covered in cum. Both boys now realized the stranger to be Justin Berfield
"What the fuck is goin on in here?!"
It was silence as the three boys looked at each other
To Be Continued?
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Date: Tue, 5 Nov 2002 21:19:03 -0800 (PST) From: Ken Subject: Ken Curtis and Milburn Stone
This story is entirely fictional. This story in no way implies that Ken Curtis or Milburn stone were gay. This is merely a fantasy of mine.
A Hot Encounter with Ken Curtis and Milburn Stone
In the late 1960s, I worked at a nice hotel in Wyoming as a bellhop. In those days, television stars often did promotional tours. Stars of westerns on television would frequently tour the western rodeo circuit and do bits on stage during the big evening shows. I was a big fan of a western set in Dodge City that had two of my heroes as supporting actors. Ken Curtis played a scruffy, but endearing deputy who constantly bickered with the curmudgeonly old town doctor played by Milburn Stone. Milburn Stone was in his 60s, rather short at 5'7, with grayish-black hair and moustache that twitched a bit. Ken Curtis was in his early 50s, of average build, with his hair starting to gray and a slightly disheveled beard and moustache. In my teens, I had my first wet dreams thinking of these men. At that time, I was terrified of my sexual thoughts about men and kept them to myself. I spent many a night going to bed with a stiff erection in my underpants after watching these two sexy older gentlemen on television that night.
It was to my total shock when I learned that Mr. Curtis and Mr. Stone would be staying at the hotel I worked at when they visited town for several days on a promotional tour. I conspired to work all three days they were in town and even found out when they would check in so I could carry their bags to their rooms. I was nervous at my overeager attempts to be near my idols, who also happened to be the object of my sexual fantasies. I didn't want my parents to think I was acting strangely and it took all my strength to not mention my heroes were staying at my hotel. I had lusted after many men, all of whom happened to be middle-aged or older gentlemen. I didn't think it was odd, it was just what I was attracted to. The big day arrived and I shower fervently and had a pounding boner when I tried to get my white underpants on over my teenage penis. I got to the hotel in my uniform and my palms were sweaty as I awaited a glimpse of my heroes.
My heart pounded inside my slight 5'8 frame and sweat appeared underneath my boyish brown hair, cropped close. At 2 p.m., Milburn Stone strolled in the door as casually and was hardly notice by anyone in the lobby. I hurried to the desk to get his bags. He was very pleasant to me as I grabbed his two suitcases and stammered something about following me to the elevator. I could barely breathe in the elevator as Mr. Stone hummed to himself.
"Uh..Mr. Stone?" I managed.
"Yes young man?" he replied in that gravelly voice of his.
"I just wanted to say I am such a big fan of yours.um," I croaked.
"Well, thank you very much.what's your name son?"
"D.Davey sir," I stammered.
"You're doing a fine job son, keep up the good work," I almost feinted when Mr. Stone gave me a wink we had complimented me.
We got out of the elevator and went to his room where I took the bags inside.
"Now, Davey I want you to unpack my bags and hang my shirts and trousers in the closet and put my other things in the dresser. My toilet kit goes in the bathroom."
I couldn't believe my luck. I began unpacking his clothes as Mr. Stone went in the bathroom. I froze when I heard the old man peeing in the toilet and had to control myself from not trying to catch a glimpse of the old man. When he was done, he came out and I took the toiletries in.
"Davey, where did you put my swim trunks and robe?" he asked from the main room.
"Uh..I put your trunks in the lower drawer sir," I replied and reentered the room.
Mr. Stone was rummaging in the drawer and emerged with his trunks.
"I'm going to take a dip in the pool until Mr. Curtis arrives Davey. Now, fetch that robe will you son?" said Mr. Stone as he peeled off the short sleeve shirt he had on.
I nodded and slowly made my way back to the closet mentally photographing the sight of Mr. Stone's hairy chest. If I played my cards right, could I see him change into his trunks? I took my time in retrieving the robe and came back to see the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Mr. Stone's back was to me and he was pulling up his swim trunks from his ankles. His back had a light covering of gray and black back hairs and between his legs I caught a brief glimpse of a heavy scrotum hanging down! I had seen my daddy's scrotum hanging down like that when he changed at the Y, but this was too much! Mr. Stone's scrotum was easily as big, if not bigger than daddy's ball sac. My eyes snapped up as Mr. Stone turned around reached for the rub. I prayed that he hadn't seen my looking at him change and my eyes fought to look down at the old man's crotch in the swim trunks. Mr. Stone took his robe and pulled it on and that is when I realized I had a full pounding erection in my bellhop's khaki trousers. I suddenly wanted to hide when I felt the almost painful pressure of my erect teenage penis pushing out my pants towards a famous television actor. I quickly clasped my hands in front of my crotch.
"Umm..is..is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Stone?" I asked with a shaky voice.
"Well Davey, I don't think so, but I think you need to take of something else!" he chortled as I realized he had noticed my boyish lack of control.
I turned a deep crimson and my head dropped. I couldn't believe it. I was going to be fired for sure and embarrassed in front of my parents and the whole world.
"Here you go son," said the old man.
I looked up and saw he was holding a $10 bill out as a tip, which I gingerly took from his strong-looking hand.
"Now Davey, I want you to show me where the pool is. Then, I want you to make sure you take Mr. Curtis to his room when he arrives in a short while. I want you to tell him to join me poolside, understand? Make sure Mr. Curtis gets that message and tell him we'll have a grand old time tonight. Got it Davey?"
I nodded and repeated the message to show I was on the spot. We left his room as I begged my boner to subside, which it did after much trepidation on my part. I dropped Mr. Stone at the pool and rushed back to the front desk. Just in time to see Ken Curtis amble in the front doors. There he was, in the flesh. I couldn't believe my eyes. Here was the inspiration for my frantic late night masturbations under the sheets. Almost every night I would lay on my back in just my tight white briefs and my mind would start to wander. I would see images of Mr. Curtis stripping me slowly until I was just in my underpants. Then he would grin at my throbbing predicament pushing out the front panel of the white cotton. His hand would caress my tight scrotum. At that point, I would usually pull the waistband down under my scrotum and my pulsing, thick 5 inch teenage erection would spring up into the blanket. My balls would roll in their smooth sac as my thick shaft would tent up my blanket. Daddy once saw me get an erection in the shower and told me that the men in our family didn't have long penises, but we certainly had thick ones. Mine is fairly stout and I have a rather large, flared knob. I would get a big thrill when my penis would push up the sheet and my foreskin would roll back behind the head and my clear precum would make a wet spot on the sheet. My hand would grip my peter and start slowly jerking the foreskin up and over the knob slowly. As my dreams of Mr. Curtis heated up and he began stripping down, I would roll over and put my pounding boy cock between two pillows and hump them. I had to be careful not to hump too hard as my headboard would bang the wall and alert my parents in the next room that their teenage son was making love to his pillows. Once my teenage boner was firmly planted between my pillows, my balls nestled tightly against them, with precum oozing from my slit like crazy, I would think about Mr. Curtis laying down on top of me and inserting his beautiful erection up my tender young rear end. My humping would become urgent as I fantasized what that would be like. Then, I would feel my testicles tighten further and I would quickly roll over and let my white boy cum spurt onto my smooth belly. I would use a tissue to wipe up and then snug my briefs back over my deflated penis and go to bed with a smile.
I shook myself out of my reverie as I was called to take his bags upstairs. I gleefully grabbed his bags and could hardly contain myself as he gave me a winning smile. We got to his room and our conversation was very similar to that I had with Mr. Stone. Mr. Curtis had me unpack his bags the same as Mr. Stone and I got a particular thrill when I saw that Mr. Curtis's jockey shorts were the same brand that me and daddy wear. I took a vicarious chance.
"Gee Mr. Curtis, you wear the same kind of underpants I do..oh.um.sorry Mr. Curtis I can't believe I said that," I mumbled sheepishly.
"Well Davey, that's no problem at all. I really like the way briefs keep everything all nice and snug against your body. You know Davey, when we are acting we even wear smaller underpants that keep our..er.privates from showing on television. Bet you didn't know that?"
"No sir, I had no idea. Oh, Mr. Stone told me to give you a message. He said that you should meet him at the pool and that we'll have a grand old time tonight after the show," I beamed as I conveyed this important message.
"Is that so Davey? Why Milburn must have something special planned for tonight. Why don't you find my swim trunks Davey and I'll go to the bathroom?"
I grinned like a fool as I rummaged around finding his swim trunks as he closed the bathroom door. I laid the navy blue trunks on the bed and nearly passed out when Mr. Curtis returned from the bathroom carrying all his clothes in front of him. I could see fairly smooth chest and his strong arms almost caused me to feint. He flashed a grin at my surprise and I knew without looking that my penis had stirred to a painful erection in my underpants again. Mr. Curtis asked me to fold his clothes and dropped them on the bed. I shot a surreptitious glance at his groin, against my better instincts. I fumbled with the clothes as I saw a lifelong dream of mine.
My eyes dropped down to the line of black hairs running from his belly button to the thatch of grayish-black hairs above his penis, which hung down over his ball sac. I swallowed hard as I saw about 4 inches of un-circumsized penis hanging lazily over a fat and heavy set of balls. Mr. Curtis's balls hung low in their sac and jostled between his thighs, causing his pale shaft to sway back and forth. I could see a rather nicely shaped knob underneath his thin foreskin and I felt a drop of precum ooze out into my underpants. I hoped it wouldn't leak through to my khaki trousers.
I was crushed when he stooped down and pulled his trunks over his manly balls and beautiful penis, but now I had a picture to go with his bulge in the swim trunks. I could have died and gone to heaven right there. I escorted Mr. Curtis to the pool with a throbbing erection in my briefs. I walked a bit funny trying to hide the obvious bulge by walking in front of him. When we got to the pool, Mr. Stone was laying out in the sun and greeted Mr. Curtis warmly. As I turned to leave, Mr. Stone asked me when I was due off work. Shyly, I said I had to go home for dinner at 7. The two men grinned and asked if I could stay on help them with various errands that evening. I readily agreed and ran off to call my parents. My parents trusted me implicitly and said that as long as I was home by midnight, it was fine with them. I grabbed an early dinner and waited anxiously in the lobby for the two older actors to return from their show. My penis begged for release every time I thought of serving these handsome, older heroes of mine. I almost went to the mensroom to masturbate, but I held out for a sexual adventure, although that was too good to be true. When the two men returned, they were all smiles and greeted me with mischevious grins. I accompanied them to Mr. Stone's room and my heart beat loudly in my chest. What happens now, I wondered?
When we got inside the room, Mr. Stone poured two drinks from the in-room bar and offered me a beer. I quietly declined and said I couldn't take a drink since I was underage. The two older men chortled.
"Davey, I just play a deputy on television, not in real life," grinned Mr. Curtis. "Come on, a strapping young man like you can handle one beer can't he?"
"Well, I have had a few with my friends, but my parents would be real angry if they found out"
Mr. Stone joined in, "Davey, I want you to know that whatever happens in this room will never leave this room. And, I mean anything. You have our word on that"
I nodded and a cold beer was put in my hand. I drank deeply from it to calm my nerves and felt much better. I knew I was in trouble (or was it heaven?) when the two men sat down on either side of me on the bed. Two firm hands gripped my legs as I tried to stand up and the beer removed from my hand.
"Now, young man, you just relax and let me and Mr. Curtis show you what to do," said Mr. Stone in a husky voice. "We aren't going to hurt you, in fact, we think you really want to join us for a little fun. You see, we are both married, but women don't understand a man's different needs. When we're on the road, we like to indulge in a little booze and release some of our built up lust. Do you know what that means Davey?"
I gulped and nodded yes. I felt Mr. Curtis run his strong hand up the inside of my thigh. His fingers ran lightly over my khaki slacks and soon they came to the pounding bulge. His fingertips rubbed lightly over the bulge causing me to groan. A wet spot formed where my precum had oozed through my underpants and onto my slacks. His hand slid down and cupped my balls inside my tight briefs. I moaned at his firm touch and found my head being turned toward Mr. Stone. I was thrilled when I found him planting a deep kiss on my tender lips. His moustache tickled as his tongue searched my mouth. I kissed back hard even though I had never kissed anyone before. We kissed for a moment and then Mr. Stone let go and I gasped for breath. Mr. Curtis returned the favor from the other side and his long tongue swirled around mine and tried to reach down my throat. I was in pure bliss. My late night dreams were becoming a reality.
Before I knew it, I was standing at the side of the bed as Mr. Curtis removed my uniform shirt and Mr. Stone was slipping off my shoes and socks. I closed my eyes and shook a little when I felt Mr. Curtis unbuckle my belt. He undid the button and my zipper shot down as my throbbing boy boner pushed outward. My slacks were around my ankles and Mr. Stone eased them off my feet. I was standing before the two older gentlemen in just my white BVD underpants and I had a pounding 5-inch erection jutting out the front of my briefs like the prow of a destroyer. I quivered as Mr. Curtis began kissing me deeply while Mr. Stone's hands ran over my smooth chest and belly. I was so scared as I felt his thick fingers run lightly under the elastic waistband of my underpants. On the one hand I was terrified at being naked with a boner in front of these men and at the same time eager with anticipation at my first experience with older men. Up until now, I had never done anything except masturbate with some of my friends after school. We would all play strip poker until each boy got down to his underpants. Then, if you lost you had to beat off in front the group until you spurted. If you lost twice, you had to beat off the next guy who lost after you. Now, I was at the mercy of these hot older studs.
I felt my underpants being slowly pulled down until my hard peter sprung forth and throbbed painfully in front of me. My tender balls pulled tight in my scrotum as my briefs slid to my ankles with my slacks. I stepped out of them as a firm hand gripped my hard shaft and pulled my foreskin all the way behind the head. A strand of precum oozed out and fell to the floor. I moaned as hands touched and rubbed me. Mr. Stone eased me onto my back and his head sunk to my throbbing boner and engulfed my knob. His tongue swirled around my tip and his moustache tickled me. I groaned blissfully as his head began to bob up and down my quivering erection. I was so afraid I was going to spurt my white stuff that I grabbed his head with both hands. Mr. Stone eased up and smiled at me.
"Davey, that's a fine, sturdy hard on you have there."
I watched as Mr. Curtis began to strip down and eagerly awaited what came next. Mr. Stone slid off the bed and my erection slapped against my smooth belly and precum steadily seeped from my wide slit. Mr. Curtis stripped down to his underpants and I groaned again as he shucked his undershorts and revealed the cock of my dreams. Mr. Curtis approached the side of the bed and I stared blatantly at his manly penis. His penis began to grow steadily and I noticed the base of the shaft was thick and the length of the shaft began to curve slightly upward. The vein underneath was very wide at the base and thinned near the end of his shaft just before his mushroom. Mr. Curtis's knob was still hidden beneath a long foreskin, but the mushroom looked large beneath the thin layer of foreskin. His fleshy foreskin narrowed past the knob into a narrow opening.
As the shaft continued to swell, I reached out and stroked his penis; rolling back the thick foreskin to reveal a fat reddish-purple mushroom. It was thick with a wide girth. Mr. Curtis moaned as I stroked him to a full erection. I was in ecstasy as I masturbated the man who filled my dreams. When it was fully erect, it was probably 7 or 7 and inches long and the knob was a bright purple.
I slowly beat Mr. Curtis's meat as I watched Mr. Stone remove his clothes with meticulous precision. He folded each item neatly as I visually devoured his mature form. He finished undressing and walked back to the side of the bed with his short thick cock bobbing back and forth over his fat testicles. When he reached the side of the bed, I reached for his cock too. I kept stroking Mr. Curtis's cock that was now fully erect and oozing precum all over my hand and wrist. I occasionally would let go and rub his heavy balls and make him moan quietly. I turned to Mr. Stone and let my fingers encircled his short penis. He was about 5 inches long at most, but the girth was substantial. The old man moaned in pleasure as my fingers gently gripped his shaft and eased his thick layers of foreskin back. As the satin smooth skin rolled back behind his head, the knob burst through and dripped a long strand of precum from his slit. I used my other hand to smear it around his short shaft and ran my fingers around his big mushroom shaped helmet. His helmet was wider than mine and was thicker than his shaft. His knob was cherry red and the precum made it glossy like a marble.
"Mr. Stone, can I..?"
"Yes son, just use your mouth and do what comes naturally. Damn Ken, I told you this boy would be sucking my pole didn't I"
"You bet Mil, and I can't wait to feel my member up that tender young ass of his"
My brain flinched when I heard that. He was going to screw me like Daddy screwed Mommy at night. My parent's bedroom was next to mine and after I had gone to bed I would often hear their bedsprings creaking and the sounds of flesh slapping together. Mommy would moan and groan about the size of Daddy's "big cock" and Daddy would grunt like a hog as he humped Mommy. He would really sock it to her as I could hear her moans and cries of pleasure until she would cry out "I'm cumming dear!" About 5 minutes after that, Daddy would start telling her it was coming and he had to "shoot." Then, Daddy would make a strangled sound and I knew he was shooting his white stuff in her. I would usually cum in my underpants or beat off to try and cum when Daddy spurted in Mommy. Now, Mr. Curtis wanted to breed my rear end. I was scared but thrilled too.
I turned to Mr. Stone's erection and opened my mouth as wide as possible to accommodate his thick mushroom. I swiped the steadily drooling precum from his opening and gloried in the sweet salty taste. He continued to groan and put his small strong hand on the back of my head. I lowered my lips around the plump knob and sucked on the helmet. He urged his hips forward and his sturdy penis filled my mouth. His mushroom was just long enough to plug the back of my throat. I could hardly breathe, but I loved it. I moved my tongue along the bottom of his shaft on the thick vein. I began to bob my head up and down while firmly holding my lips around his knob. Mr. Stone began to hump his penis in quick, short thrusts into my mouth. I couldn't believe my senses. I was sucking cock and it was Doc Adams'!
After a few minutes, I felt Mr. Curtis suck my hard boner into his mouth and I was in heaven. I sucked on Mr. Stone's hard on for at least 15 minutes as he quietly urged me to keep up the suction and congratulated me on doing a good job. I was so excited that he thought I was giving good head. I worked even harder at pulling the white stuff from his balls. I reveled in the thick shaft spreading my lips and feeling his thick column of flesh fill my mouth. I loved the sensation I got when his fat balls tapped my chin and throat. I pulled back and took a quick glance at his hair-covered balls. His balls were ample and bigger than mine. The sac hung loosely towards his upper thighs with a thick layer of gray and black hairs. His balls were egg shaped and I hefted their weight inside the warm scrotum.
"Now, don't waste a lot of time there son, you just keep using that tight mouth of yours and you'll get what's inside my testicles soon enough," teased Mr. Stone gently.
I gurgled a reply around his heavy shaft and kept sucking. I tried not to concentrate on my own boner getting tongue action from Mr. Curtis. However, every time I got close, he seemed to know and backed off and rubbed his fingers under my balls. I let Mr. Stone's cock plop from my mouth and licked his scrotum and around his balls as I kept up a steady pumping of his fat penis with my hand. I loved to lick on his heavy balls while my hand slid his thick foreskin rapidly back and forth over his knob. With every retraction, the old man would let out a grunt of pleasure that indicated he was getting close to his climax. I moved back to his penis and renewed sucking on it with vigor. I wanted the thick cream I knew would pour out of his balls. I sucked for another five minutes until I sensed him tensing his stomach and leg muscles. I used my left hand to hold his foreskin back at the base of his shaft and then quickly bobbed my head over the knob and shaft behind his helmet. I rubbed his balls and pressed them up between his legs.
"Damn son, here it comes..oh....ungh...oh...! Ken, I'm going to spurt now!" crowed the old man as I kept my lips firmly locked behind his mushroom while my hand jerked the lower part of this shaft.
I felt him begin to shake and his balls pulled up hard to his body and a heavy rope of his cream landed on my tongue. Another thick spurt landed on top of it and I swirled the salty cream around his mushroom. More cream oozed into my mouth for about 5 more seconds and then I let his penis plop out of my mouth. I used my tongue to lick off the remaining white fluid from his helmet as Mr. Stone breathed deeply and lay back on the bed with his hairy chest heaving and a peaceful grin on his face. I swallowed the white stuff in my mouth and licked my fingers clean. I knelt on the bed and licked his rapidly shrinking cock and balls clean. Mr. Curtis used his index finger to swab a line of thick white cum that had seeped from the corner of my lip and glistening on my chin. He eased the cum-covered finger into my mouth and I slurped the jism from his strong finger.
Mr. Stone groaned and raised himself up on his elbows.
"Ken, you better get that boy sucking on your pecker. He's got some talent."
I felt so proud. I had little experience, but I tried hard and got him to shoot his sperm into me. Now, I wanted to try a bigger cock like Mr. Curtis's. I sat on the edge of the bed and stared a bit wide-eyed at Mr. Curtis's peter. It was definitely bigger than Mr. Stone's and I licked my lips nervously.
"Um.Mr. Curtis. Are you really going to screw me?"
"Not yet Davey, first I want to feel the inside of that sweet mouth and your tender throat. Then, I'll make love to you if you want me to, ok?" he grinned.
I squealed a bit and got on all fours facing the end of the bed. I spread my lips wide to accommodate Mr. Curtis's thick mushroom. I used my slender fingers to grasp his shaft and pull the remaining foreskin back behind his knob. My lips stretched, but just barely got over the shiny knob that glistened with precum. I tasted very sweet precum oozing onto my tongue immediately. Mr. Curtis let out a strangled groan and I took that as a sign of approval. I swallowed more of his shaft into my mouth and throat. His mature penis instinctively pushed deeper and deeper. I flinched slightly when I felt Mr. Stone's hands on my rear end. I sucked harder on the pulsing shaft of meat in my mouth as it sunk in where Mr. Curtis's 7-inch peter was going to end up. And boy, I could hardly wait. Mr. Curtis began to slowly hump his hips forward and filling my throat with his stout erection. I gagged a bit, but held on like a trooper.
Mr. Stone began to rub a stubby index finger around my hole and I could feel him reach between my legs and gather precum from my steadily leaking penis. He rubbed the precum into my opening and began to insert his finger into my back door. I moaned in a little bit of pain, but warm pleasure was what began to grow inside me.
"Milburn, tell me this young man's tender boy hole is ready for me to give him a ride!" crowed Mr. Curtis.
"Ken, I've never seen such a succulent young rear end. You are going to be in heaven."
My mouth clung to the thick shaft of Mr. Curtis's boner, but he pulled it out of my mouth with a loud, wet plop. I looked at the saliva-covered shaft as Mr. Curtis gripped his cock and stroked it slowly a few times. I was mesmerized as the thin foreskin covered his mushroom and then grinned as the thick tip popped through the sleeve of skin. My heart pounded like a hammer in my chest as Mr. Curtis leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. His tongue probed deep inside my mouth and swirled around my inexperienced tongue.
Mr. Stone eased me onto my back and centered me on the bed. He instructed me to grab behind my knees and I readily complied. I watched in fascination as Mr. Curtis crawled onto the bed and got between my legs. His 7-inch erection swayed back and forth between his legs with the foreskin reclaiming his thick glans. His lime-sized testicles jostled in his hairy ball sac. Mr. Curtis swiped the precum from his tip and pressed his index finger into my rear end. I moaned at the intrusion and the sight of Mr. Stone leaning in to suck Mr. Curtis's boner into his mouth. Mr. Stone bobbed a few times and then withdrew, leaving Mr. Curtis's cock covered in saliva. Mr. Curtis then gripped his shaft and pulled the foreskin all the way back until it was bunched up behind his purple knob. I was very tense but Mr. Stone quietly told me to relax and just let Mr. Curtis do the work. Mr. Curtis looked down as he lined up his knob with my tender opening. His thick knob dilated my opening and I cringed as it stretched my sphincter muscle. I relaxed in spite of the pain and gasped as Mr. Curtis's fat mushroom punched past the muscle and two inches of shaft quickly followed. I thanked the Good Lord for precum as it lubricated my rear end. Mr. Curtis pushed almost half his manly hard on into my tunnel and then just held steady. His shaft spread my insides and I felt a burning sensation and some pain. He told me to relax and just let his thick column of flesh rest inside me. I looked at where his hairy belly met my smooth belly and saw my boy boner throbbing in rapid time with my heart. My precum flowed steadily out and was forming a sticky pool on my belly. I wanted to cum so bad it hurt, but my mind was preoccupied with Mr. Curtis taking my virgin ass. Mr. Curtis nodded at me and I cried out quietly as he steadily plunged the remaining three inches of cock into me. I reveled in feeling his whole shaft filling my tunnel and my body writhed in pleasure and a little pain. I could feel his fat balls pressed against my soft cheeks and felt my own scrotum pressed firmly by Mr. Curtis's belly. My rear end began to accommodate the hefty erection and felt Mr. Curtis begin to slowly fuck me. The bed began to squeak and the headboard began to make a rhythmic thumping against the wall. Mr. Curtis's strong arms pinned me to the mattress and Mr. Stone watched us with unmitigated glee. After a few minutes, Mr. Curtis was steadily pounding into my tender hole. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. He was pulling almost all 7 inches out back to the mushroom and then slipping it quickly into my tight chute. I marveled at the sensation of 7 inches of cock filling my tunnel. The feel of his fat knob plunging deep, followed by the slap of his scrotum against my cheeks drove me wild. I swear I could feel the loose foreskin slipping back and forth inside me with each up and down stroke. My boy peter pulsed with excitement and drooled precum all over my belly. I had never precum so much. Several times I thought I was going to spurt, but Mr. Curtis would slow down and gently screw me with his thick cock. The bed squeaked and creaked with fury as he began to pound me again. The headboard sounded loud smacking the wall as Mr. Stone urged Mr. Curtis to keep plowing my boy butt. Soon, Mr. Curtis began to drip beads of sweat onto me and I knew I couldn't hold back my orgasm much longer. His fucking became urgent and grunts and moans emerged from his throat. I had been trying to keep quiet, but my moans became louder. I told Mr. Stone that I was going to spurt my white stuff and he gave me a winning grin. The old man slipped his small strong hand between Mr. Curtis and I and found my boner. Mr. Stone began masturbating me with short rapid strokes. He tugged my foreskin over my knob repeatedly until my body thrust hard up into Mr. Curtis and I felt my jism surge through my shaft. I cried out loud as Mr. Stone yanked back my foreskin and short stroked my shaft as white boy cum sprang from my slit and hit Mr. Curtis's belly. I shot at least 5 spurts onto his hairy belly, which promptly dripped off onto my precum- covered belly and on my penis. I clung to Mr. Curtis's strong arms and back as my climax finished and my body shivered in post-coital bliss. The feeling of cumming with a hard mature cock in my rear end was beyond ecstasy. I came so hard and yet still had the pleasure of being fucked afterward. Mr. Stone withdrew his hand, which was covered in white cum and had me lick it off his fingers. Mr. Curtis resumed drilling me with his fat 7 inches of cock. I looked up when Mr. Curtis began to mutter something about blowing his load. His thrusts became frantic and faster than lightning. Suddenly, he leaned back and his erection popped from my hole causing me to cry out in pain and loss. He clutched his shiny cock and began beating off frantically. He used his whole hand to work his loose foreskin rapidly back and forth. He let out a guttural roar as his mushroom swelled up and ejected a huge spurt of thick, white, ropy cum. The strand of cum landed on my neck and chin. One, two, three, four, five thick ropes of his white jism flew out onto my chest and belly. His next shot landed on my cum-soaked belly and the final two streamers of white cum oozed through the foreskin and his fingers and covered my deflated peter. He collapsed on top of me and kissed my madly on the mouth. The sounds of heavy breathing and sighs of bliss filled the room. My first night with Mr. Curtis and Mr. Stone was one for the books.
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Subject: Horse pt.1 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: C_Q@cedge.uu.holonet.net Date: Wed, 01 Feb 95 17:42:38 EST
I got a call Wednesday afternoon. My brother was going into the hospital for tests (He has Diabetes). He asked me if I could come out and watch the place for a while. Could I watch The Place?! The neighbor's raised Arabians. You're damned right I would! "Anything for my brother," I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. When I got there, it was better than I hoped. The neighbor's had taken two of their horses to a show, and would not be back for a week. I told him not to worry, and after I got him packed and off, I relaxed a bit. I figured it was going to be a wonderful couple of days, but I didn't know that fate had decided to throw a joker at me. I was planning my first raid on the animals, when I heard some commotion coming from the stable. A lot of commotion. Larry had warned me that some punk kid had been sneaking around here. Well, whoever it was, they were in for a big surprise! I slipped out quietly, and went across the orchard, down the fields, and down to the barn. As I made my way to the corral, I saw somebody yelling, and jumping up and down, and laughing. The horses were running around in circles, fear in their eyes. There is nothing that makes me madder than somebody torturing an animal, for no better reason than to have fun. If you want to have fun at somebody else's expense, get yourself a slave. He was a young man, fairly well built, with jeans and a shirt. Not too bad looking. "You shouldn't do that. It frightens the animals," I said. He whirled, and stared at me. "What the fuck do you want?" "Just wanted to know who was down here, and what they were doing..." He reminded me of a weasel. Thin, lithe, and nasty. "Well, you can just fuck off, Bastard!" "I do not think so," I replied. I have never understood why people mistake politeness for weakness. "Well, Muther Fucker, I'm just gonna hafta cut ya!" He grinned, and pulled a switchblade out of his back pocket. Yep, this kid had an attitude problem. And Master Jack knew how to take care of such problems. I waited until he got close enough, then made a move with my left hand. He swung at it, and was rewarded by my size thirteen boot slamming into his crotch. He looked like he wanted to puke his balls up. I took his "toy" away from him, and grabbing a handful of hair, dragged him over to a fencepost. I slapped him, hard. "You awake, Stupid?" He opened his eyes, and stared at me. Both hands were still holding his groin. "That was just a love-tap." I stuck the blade into the wood, and snapped it off half-way. "You give me any problems, that will be your neck." I threw the handle into a nearby pond, and grinned at my new possession. It had been way too long... That's when he decided to take a swing at me. I dropped his hair, grabbed his fist, and started squeezing. Five years as a woodcutter, and another 6 years as a maintenance man, gave me a grip like an steel vise. I waited until I felt his joints pop, before I let go. "Owwww! You broke my fuckin' Hand!" I gripped his neck, and pulled him to his feet. A lead rope sat coiled on the post. I grabbed his arms, and tied them behind his back in the "Angel-Wing" position, Wrists crossed, and pulled up tightly against the back, palms pointing up. I then slammed him into the post, and knocked his legs out, so he sat down, hard. I slipped a loop around his neck, and another around the post. "You haven't shaved in a while." I grinned again, and pulled my seven inch sai out of it's sheath. I put against his dirty face, and pushing his chin back with one hand, slid it in one, continuous motion across his jaw. Then, I did the same to the other side. There were a few nicks, but I wasn't interested in how he felt. The look of sheer terror in his eyes was very enjoyable, however. "I'll be back in a moment." Cleaning the blade on his shirt, I stepped through the rail fence, and slowly, both hands in sight, moved towards the big animal, inside. He stood, sides heaving, still fearful, but waiting. I talked quietly, and soothingly to him. He shied away, when I tried to grab his halter, but allowed me to touch his shoulder. He was magnificent, all black, and muscular. I had trouble breathing, I was so filled with lust. I gently rubbed his back, and haunches, slowly moving to his belly. Rub an animal's belly, and he is yours. He snorted, but moved his hind-leg, when I touched his sheath. I stroked it, feeling the outline of his huge cock. He snorted again, when I moved back and found a pair of orange-sized testicles, hanging down at least three inches. I took one in my hand, and ducking under his leg, licked on it. It tasted like dust, and hay, and sweat. I opened my mouth, and kneeling, sucked on it. The stallion grunted, moving his legs apart. The ball swelled in my mouth, while I rotated it around with my tongue. Reluctantly, I let it slide out into my hand, and lustily attacked the other one in the same manner. When both testicles were thoroughly coated with spit, I played with them, and rubbed his sheath with my head. I keep my hair cut short, and I could feel his cock inside. I moved back. What? "No erection yet, Big-Boy? Well, We'll just have take care of that. Won't we?" He snorted, and looked at me with one brown eye. I smiled at him, then nibbled on the twin folds of skin that hang down on either side of his cock-holder. Surprisingly, there were clean, and the taste was like new-mown hay smells. I stuck my tongue inside, and it met the tip of his dick. I lapped at it, coaxing it out. As he slid all fifteen inches of sleek, black horse-cock out, I lapped at the shiny flesh. Of course, I could only lick on half of his dick at one time, but he didn't mind. When it was fully extended, the hilt, a leather-like ring of flesh, shone wetly, and the stallion was excited. I sucked on the huge tip, licking the tasty excretions that trickled out of his piss-slit. I had to stop myself, or I would have continued until he came down my throat. But, I was reserving that treat for someone else. I went out through the fence again, and went over to where I had hog-tied the young punk. Leaving his hands tied, I lifted him up, and grabbed his belt. He spat in my face. "Get your fuckin' Faggy Hands off me, Fuckin' Faggot!" "You are about three ticks from disappearing off the face if this earth," I snarled, ripping his shirt off of him like it was made of paper, and jerking his chin up with one forearm, I slammed a knee into the small of his back, and then grabbed his pants, and undid the buttons. His briefs looked like a tent.
"Who's the Faggot?" I stroked his hard-on, then pulled them down too. I shoved my head into his stomach, and dropped him onto his ass. It was easy to remove his remaining garments. I grabbed him by the hair, and jerked him upright. "You also have a dirty mouth. It is about time somebody washed it out. And I am sure my 'Friend' will be happy to help." I grabbed his balls, and led him by this convenient 'handle' through a gate, and into the corral. Off to one side, in the shade, was a half-buried pole, that was about three feet tall, and had a piece of plywood nailed to the top. With one good kick, I knocked the plywood off, and moved it over to one side. I shoved the kid down to his knees, then crossed his ankles around the pole, and tied them there, re-tying his hands. I grinned at him, running my hands through his long hair. "I like long hair. It gives me something to grab." I jerked his head back, using his trellises for leverage, tied the handful to his ankles. Now he was in a kneeling position, with the back of his head just about level with the top of the pole. Now he had the choice of keeping his mouth open, or going bald. I then went through the adjoining gate, and brought the stallion around, who was still quite erect. It almost stepped on him, as I maneuvered it's mid-section over the sputtering punk. I again ran my hands over the animal, and down to the gigantic fire-hose, still seeping pre-cum. I started sliding my hands over the smooth log. The horse grunted, and slapped his erection up into his belly, smacking the young man in the face. It left a shiny trail of pre-cum. "He likes you." The kid tried to mutter something. I grinned again, and started to jack-off the animal in earnest. The stallion danced, and the head swelled, as I gently mauled his ballsack. "It won't be long, now..." The stallion made a noise like a roar, and his balls lurched upwards. The cock-tip swelled as the slit opened and fired a shot of horse cum straight into the punk's mouth. He gagged, and the next splattered across his chin. It was like trying to hold into a high-pressure hose, made of leather. I gave it another pull, and more ejaculate spewed out, slamming into the kid's mouth, and lips, sliding down his throat. I couldn't take it any longer. Grabbing the animal's flexible cock, I gnawed on the underside, hollowing my cheeks, as I created a vacuum. My hand slipped, and half of the fleshy pole slid down my throat. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't want to. My throat muscles milked his dick for all their worth, trying to drag it down into my stomach. Having both hands free, they roamed all over the underside of the horse, playing with his balls, stroking the remaining length, sliding across his inner-thighs. Finally, digging my teeth into his cock, I slid it out, slowly, stripping it of residual spunk. I'd almost forgotten how good horse cum was. The animal stood, panting, with a fine layer of sweat on his coat. He looked like a obsidian statue. I reached between his legs and felt his scrotum. They were quiescent, but as I rubbed them, slowly filled out again. I went over, got a bucket of water, took a drink, gave the horse some, and tossed the rest onto the tied-up jackass. After a few minutes rest, the stallion seemed willing to resume the punk's lesson in humility, so I grabbed the still-dripping cock, and smeared the spatula-like tip over his face, watching it swell with the contact. More cock-lube seeped out. Wrenching his jaw open, I stuck the head in his mouth. The stallion whinnied, and jerked his hips. The punk gagged as a couple of inches slid into his mouth. "Oh, come on! I can take at least a third of his cock, and you have a bigger mouth than me..." I shoved his head forward, pushing more thick inches down his gullet. Damn! This was turning me on! "I'll leave you two love- birds to get better acquainted." I stroked the animal's forehead, calming it down. Didn't want him cumming just yet... I went into the barn, and found a sturdy crate. Tossing it over my shoulder, I returned to find the kid had taken half of the pole into his throat. He also had a raging hard-on. I gave it a few jerks, making him moan around his mouth-and-a-half-full. "I'll take care of that later." I watched, as the cum-slick cock, pistoned by those magnificent haunches, moved easily in-and-out of the young man's mouth. I dropped my pants, and underwear off to one side, and put the crate behind the stallion's moving ass. He sniffed the human, who was giving him so much pleasure, then watched with interest, as I got up behind him. I always carry a small container of vaseline, for Chapped Lips, and Dry Cocks, and other things. I rubbed his buttocks for a moment, then I moved his tail out of the way, and teased his anus with my thumb. His tail jerked upwards, as I slid a finger's worth of vaseline into him, and rotated it around. I dropped the jar back into my shirt pocket, then removed it, and tossed it out of the way. I rubbed my cockhead against his button-like asshole, then pressed it into the tight opening. His anus opened slowly, at first pressing inward, then engulfing the tip. I watched while I slowly went in to the hair, the hole clinging to my dick. He snorted, and shook his head. But the only movement he made was to spread his legs wider, so he could fuck the kid's face better. I hunched over the animal, to see if I could reach his dick, but no such luck. I had to be content with rubbing his back and sides, while smoothly buggered his warm, snug entrance. He continued to hump the man's mouth, finally settling into a pattern. I pushed in as the stallion slid his hips back to mine, and I would hear the kid breathing heavily, then the horse pushed forward again, plowing the triangular cock-head down into the man under us, while I eased out. The chain-reaction started when I heard something plop softly into the ground... Ah, the kid just came... the horse grunted, and his ass grabbed my cock, like it wanted to eat it. Rhythmically, the animal's anus pulled on my tool, while I spurted cum into it. Damn, but that felt good! I came so hard, I had to lay across his rump for a few minutes. Finally able to move, I got down off the crate, and un-corked the punk's mouth. He looked half-drowned, his face covered in horse- spunk. I took my shirt, dipped it in the water trough, and wiped his face off. I removed the straps, and let him up. Then I got into my clothes.
"If I catch you bothering the animals again, I will show you what pain really is." He scampered off, coughing and swearing. I fed the horses, and went back home. I needed a shower, and a new shirt.
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The party I mentioned was in N Beach. The house itself was up on a ridge on a hill overlooking the ocean; made a nice view of the bay. The house was owned by a self-proclaimed hair stylist and his partner who always bragged that he only worked one day a week, 48 hours straight. The house was quite large. The living room was like an enormous empty cavern, with only a small table in front of a large couch. There were a few chairs scattered around the couch, but it all seemed quite naked. This little furniture collection formed an intimate audience style arranged before a large projection screen tv that played a normal porno tape, just your regular suck & fuck film.
The white carpet was covered with a layer of blankets. Small, "personal" sized cans of Crisco scattered at strategic points of convenience, making certain that a fist was within reach of a good lube job.
The group was composed of paired strangers brought together by the hair stylist and made a rather motley and eclectic gathering. Two guys in leather, another set blondes, a pair of blacks, two collegiate types and several skin heads, all in all, a rather nasty looking group.
I noticed the blonde was laying back, pants open, slowly jacking while he watched the film, seemingly oblivious to the group milling about with drinks. It seemed quite natural for a guy to jack off in the room while he enjoyed the fuck film. His pace quickened, and his balls tightened up. He got to the cusp of shooting his load and his strokes intensified, I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my mouth and swallowed the boy's load. We exchanged gratitude and quick smiles; he didn't make a mess and I like nothing better than to have a guy jack off in my mouth.
A light flickered, the video screen volume came up and a narrator asked us to take seats. A film began, obviously done inside a very large barn. Two guys stepped into frame, both quite goodlooking and probably early 20's. The brunette with the long hair, had his pants already opened -- he looked like he knew what he was expecting. His buddy stepped off frame and we heard a voice say, "Ok Tom, now strip naked boy." And with that he stripped off his blue jeans, shirt and shorts. He displayed a beautiful body about 20, stood smiling and proud with half a hardon.
In the background we could hear a horse whiney. Behind Tom was a wooden "horse" type of table similar to what a carpenter uses but reconfigured for a better use. It allowed space for a guy to lay on with his cock and balls hanging through a hole in the top, and restraints at each of the four legs. There were very large rubber cups that obviously would hold a horse hoof each.
Tom's partner returned and helped Tom onto the wooden horse, tucking his cock and balls into the hole, ass up, ankles and wrists bonded to each appropriate leg. The voice behind the camera gave instructions on occasion to keep things moving. As the last step, Peter (the partner) took a rag and rubbed it on Tom's naked ass and hips and cast it to the side. Finally Tom was strapped securely to the wooden horse, and turned his head to watch what was approaching.
Peter (the handler) then brought an incredibly beautiful black stallion. His body gleamed with sweat, his nostrils snorted with passion. The stallion pranced a bit. The stallion had been well primed with the same rag that had been rubbed on a mare in heat. The stallion's cock hung long under his flanks.
Peter brought the horse to Tom -- coaxed the horse into the well-used rubber cups. The stallion had been here before. Tom pushed his ass back -- wanting the horse cock desperately. His ass flared opened, red and wet -- this boy had been primed. He needed preparation to take this cock.
The huge horse cock rose to a long hard 20 inches. Peter grasped the base of the cock to control the horse and guided the horse cock to Tom's open flared-red butt hole. The stallion lunged at the upturned ass, trying to impale the boy with his huge cock. Peter finally got the head of the dick at the boy's hole and the huge cock slide about 12 inches into the boy -- Tom convulsed and was impaled with the huge horse cock. If it hadn't been for Peter holding the horse cock by the base, the stallion would have shoved the entire 20 inches of cock up his ass.
The blonde that I had seen earlier, had been watching the black guy open his pants, take out a huge 9-1/2 cock and lay back slowly stroking while he watch the boy get horse fucked. The blonde crawled over on his hands and knees, looked up for approval, got a nod and took the huge cock down his throat. After a few moments, the guy said, "That's enough sucking, now lick my boots the same way boy."
And with that the blonde crawled onto the floor, and began licking his shoes with the same passion he licked the man's black cock. His beautiful bubble butt turned up in the air. I want to see that butt naked later I thought.
Turning back to the film, I watched the horse ram fucking the willing ass, the horse snorted violently, cum shot out of his ass. As the horse became to calm down, the camera moved in to focus on the horse cock still inside the boy -- we could see part of a face with dark hair like Peter -- sucking the horse cum out of Tom's ass. The video went dark.
A side door opened and a man stepped into the room. He stepped onto a small plastic stage and started to address the group. My attention was drawn to the side as a whiff of fresh manshit waffed under my nose. The two collegiate boys were in a far corner. The crew cut guy totally naked squatted over his partner that laid under him completely clothed. I could clearly see a long thin rope of brown turd hanging from his asshole into the boy's mouth. The boy laid on his back quite calm with his hands folded on his flat tummy. The crew cut said in a gruff low voice, "Don't move an inch, just eat my shit boy." The turd slowly disappeared down his mouth as he chewed obediently. He never moved, didn't open his pants or make a sound -- just obeyed. He ate his Master's shit.
I returned my attention to the man on the small lite stage. He said we could take a short break and return to the amusement for the main attraction.
About 15 minutes later he called us back from our refreshment and miscellaneous blow jobs. The real personalities had come out. Several more guys were sporting large slave collars, most had brown stains on their tongues or fresh piss. During the 15 minute break I watched a guy get punch fisted -- made for interesting cocktail time.
Our guest was dressed in stained levies, and smelled of strong horse shit. His voice sounded similar to the voice behind the camera. He said he wanted us to enjoy ourselves and could take part if we wished.
And with that the door opened again. A young boy about 14 or 15, dressed in a black silk Japanese-type komona was brought from the side door, proper small slave collar around his white neck, with a dangling dog chain to the side, held by his Master. His pure white innocent face shined above the black silk.
This is Tim, the announcer said. The boy is a willing participant in the games of the evening. He gestured towards Tim, and the Master stepped behind him and in one pull, ripped off the silk komona, exposing a naked, lean, well developed young virgin to be ravished at will. His only clothing was his dog collar.
He was slowly walked around so that we could all get a close touch and feel. Not to get too raudy we were warned. You'll have him later.
They returned to the small lite stage and the boy obediently dropped naked to his hands and knees. The boy's dog chain hung from his neck and clicked on the floor when he turned his head around to watch the dog, his Master, enter the room proudly. The lights from under the stage light his under belly perfectly.
A large german Sheppard was brought in from the side door without a leash. The Master brought the dog to the boy's upturned ass -- he sniffed. MMM -- this doggie had been there before! A long pink cock poked out of the dog sheath, the dog tongued the boy's upturned ass.
Immediately the dog mounted the boy, and started stabbing at the beautiful white boy ass, trying to find his pink hole. The dog handler helped guide the now extended hard dog-cock into the boy's body. The boy pushed back when the dog cock touched his open willing hole. The animal thrust into his bitch in one shove, taking took over his bitch, fucking wildly like the animal he is.
My attention was drawn to the black guy on the couch. He was naked when I turned looked and heard him order the blonde to strip. The boy stood up as ordered and waited for his instructions. He took his arm, walked around the couch and then shoved him back into the sofa, lifted his legs exposing another pink asshole spread wide, waiting to be taken. The black guy held his 9-1/2 hard cock in hand, with a little lube and impaled the boy in one stroke down to his pubes. The boy gasped and smile, spreading his legs more while the black guy fucked him with the same passion the dog fucked the boy on stage. An unforgettable image of watching that huge black cock slide into that white round ass.
I looked back to the stage and could see from the well lit position the dog knot had begun to grow -- and the dog fucked with wild animal abandon, harder and harder. Finally we heard the boy groan -- and saw the knot disappear into his beautiful tight ass. The Master was locked to his bitch.
Again the door opened and a second man brought out a black lab -- prancing proudly. The lab was brought to the front of the boy. Without hesitation, the dog jump on his shoulders, poking his already hard cock towards the boy's open mouth. I could easily see the angelic innocent pure white face eagerly open his mouth and take the dog cock and suck greedily. He loved blowing the dog cock.
We watched in passion and rapture as the boy sucked off the black lab while his tender ass was getting well fucked with a huge Sheppard cock. Finally the Sheppard stopped pumping, wanting to be free, but was locked to the boy's ass. The dog turned and tried to drag the helpless boy back -- he could only move with his Master. Cum dripped out of his the corner of mouth and asshole.
The collegiate boy stood next to me still fully dressed, he wore a touch of brown stain around his lips like a badge of honor. He literally drooled watching the boy get fucked. I finally asked, "Hot isn't it?" To which he responded, "I sure would like to clean that up." I looked at his master with a questioned face and he nodded to the boy. At that moment the boy dashed across the room, slide under the boy-dog fuck combo and drank the dog cum and boy juices dripping out of his open ass with great relish.
A huge bear of a man approached me, looked me in the eyes - I thought he was going to tear me apart or rape me. Instead, he dropped to his knees, slowly and very gently opened my pants, took out my hard cock and began to blow me. There was a hot guy on each side occupying my hands and fingers while I alternately stroked cock and finger butt hole.
The rest of the evening turned into a blur of a long shadowed orgy. Even for breakfast I fucked a guy on the table.
Helms Blocks Web Radio Royalty Deal in Senate Fri Oct 18, 8:02 PM ET
By Peter Kaplan
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - A senior Republican senator has held up passage of a bill that would have lowered the royalty fees that small Webcasters pay to stream music over the Internet.
Only days before Webcasters are due to begin making royalty payments, Sen. Jesse Helms, a North Carolina Republican, on Thursday night blocked legislation designed to ease the financial impact on small Webcasters.
The bill already had support of industry players and approval of the House of Representatives. But an aide to Helms said Webcasters in North Carolina complained that the terms were still too onerous.
"The small Webcasters that we heard form in North Carolina did not feel like they had been part of discussions," said Joe Lanier, Helms's aide. "They were concerned that even under this bill they would not be able to survive."
With the legislation on hold, Webcasters will have to start making the higher, retroactive royalty payments by Oct. 20 to musicians and record labels.
But late on Friday, small Webcasters got a temporary break from the higher fees from SoundExchange, a division of the Recording Industry Association of America (news - web sites) that collects royalties for recording copyright owners.
Eligible small Webcasters can avoid a per-performance fee and instead may pay a $500 annual fee, starting Oct. 21, for each year or part of a year they have been in operation since 1998, SoundExchange said in a statement.
That arrangement will stand until Congress acts on the pending legislation, SoundExchange said.
Among the objectors to the bill were two prominent religious broadcasters and a classical music station, Lanier said. They told Helms that the long-term precedent that would be set by the agreement was worse than having to pay higher royalty rates in the short term, Lanier said.
The Senate recessed on Thursday night and is not scheduled to reconvene until Nov. 12.
Helms was hoping to get the two sides to negotiate better terms for Webcasters by the time the Senate returns, Lanier said.
"We certainly hope that some sort of fair arrangement can be worked out," Lanier said.
The legislation would have allowed small operators to pay a percentage of their revenues or expenses, rather than a flat per-song royalty rate set by the Library of Congress (news - web sites) in June.
Smaller Webcasters had protested that the flat rate of.07 cents per listener per song -- due to take effect on Sunday -- could drive many of them out of business, because their royalty bills would exceed revenues from advertising or other sources.
But the hold-up provoked a terse reaction from one of the bill's key backers, Sen. Patrick Leahy, a Vermont Democrat.
"I share the disappointment of Webcasters and many content providers that an anonymous hold prevented the Senate from passing this bill before the Oct. 20 deadline," Leahy said in a statement.
Leahy said the royalty issue had become "difficult in the extreme," but he urged both sides to continue negotiating.
The industry-brokered deal had won approval from the House of Representatives last week.
Under the terms of the deal, small Webcasters would pay a percentage of their revenues for broadcasts between 1998 and the end of 2002, increasing to 10 percent over the next two years, or 12 percent if the station's revenues exceeded $250,000.
Alternatively, Webcasters would pay 5 percent of their expenses for the 1998-2002 period and 7 percent over the next two years, if that amount was greater.
The deal only applies to Webcasters who will have taken in less than $1 million in total from 1998 until the end of this year. The revenue cap increases to $500,000 in 2003 and $1.25 million in 2004.
Larger Webcasters, such as America Online and Clear Channel Communications were not included in the agreement and will pay the previously set rate starting on Oct. 20.
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:) These are girls without e-mail listed obviously....many are realizing the importance of e-mail, but they have a hard time justifying the cost since they are not 100% sure that they will have mail to read.
Q. How are you different from the other agencies?
A. The reason this service was started was because I simply was dissatisfied by efforts of the other foreign dating services. If you look at the typical dating service, their girls are from all over the Philippines. The Philippines covers a very large area and consists of over 7000 islands. It is unrealistic to think that you will have an opportunity to meet multiple girls due to the fact that it can take as many as two solid days of travel once you get off the plane in Manila to meet a girl in a distant province. And with up to two days of travel on your journey back, you have likely spent as much as four days, and possibly half of your vacation, on a bus or a boat. I had purchased 50 addresses from an agency and upon doing research on the Philippines, I realized that 90% of those addresses were potentially worthless due to inaccessibility. This would especially be the case if one girl was from Luzon and another from Mindanao (the two largest major islands). I didn't have more than 8 days for my vacation and I wanted to meet more than one girl. And since there are many things you must do, like meet her family which takes even more time to accomplish, I knew that I would drastically have to narrow my choices. This left me with 5 girls. I was fortunate that four of the five replied to me. I eventually was able to meet with two of those girls, but I realize now that my money was wasted by those unusable addresses and because my choices were very limited. Because of this, I realized that the foreign introduction industry was severely lacking in its convenience factors. I have set out to create my own custom agency that recruits all of its ladies from the easily accessible and very modern areas such as Manila, Quezon, Baguio City, and Laoag City from the Luzon island. I also realized the much greater demand for these ladies after talking to many of them over a long period of time, and comparing them with ladies from the distant provinces.
Q. Why should you chose the larger cities over the provinces?
A. My personal opinion is the compatibility and convenience factor. If you found this site, it probably means that you are a modern, forward-thinking gentleman. It is in your best interests therefore to choose a lady who, while feminine and conservative, is able to adjust to your habits and culture with relative ease. Typically in the cities, the girls tend to emulate their American and Canadian counterparts with respect to their interests and sophistication. Most, if not all, have cell phones, use e-mail, and are fluent in English. If you have ever written a letter abroad you can expect to have to wait up to two months for a reply. This makes e-mail the only realistic alternative. These ladies are very fashion conscious and try to keep up on current events and popular culture. Most are huge fans of American films and music and love anything that is different from their traditional native culture. They are also fascinated with foreign men in general. If you ever walk the streets of Manila, you will understand what I mean. For example, if you are sitting outside at a cafe, people will slow their pace and stare at you while they walk by. Often they will approach you and ask if you are enjoying your stay and if you like their country and its people. In contrast to the cities, most foreigners tend to experience culture shock when they visit ladies in the distant provinces. While friendly, the people tend to struggle with English and communication is always a challenge. The attitudes about everyday living are also much different than with what we are accustomed. Amenities are scarce. It is almost impossible to find a public restroom in these areas and you must typically resort to having to relieve yourself in the bushes. But if "roughing it" is for you, then maybe the provinces would suit your tastes. Also travel is difficult where you must take a motorcycle or a jeepney for very long distances to complete your trip. There is nothing more frustrating than getting temporarily lost in the provinces. It has happened to me twice, and it was enough for me to pledge my loyalty to the big cities and I am content with what I have found there.
Q. How do you recommend that I go about writing to these ladies?
A. Men who utilize this website tend to focus on girls who have e-mail listed. I must emphasize that just because they do not list an e-mail address does not mean that they cannot or will not use e-mail. Think of it this way: Would you use e-mail and/or pay the fees of an internet cafe if you didn't know anyone else who uses it? Of course you wouldn't. And it is the same for these ladies. They just need a reason to start, and then they will be checking it regularly when they know, for sure, that there will be mail waiting for them, thus not wasting their money.
Therefore I recommend a mixture of girls...write to a few with e-mail and a few that do not have e-mail. Your results will be alot better than if you only wrote to those with e-mail, as they get the most replies. Yes, it will initially take a couple of weeks longer to start your correspondence, but once you have initiated contact, the rate of your communication will increase rapidly as her interest builds. Many girls have even asked why nobody has written yet to our staff in the Philippines. When they are told that it is because they don't have e-mail, they sigh and say how they would use it, but they can't afford to keep paying for something if they are not getting anything out of it. It's up to you to give them a reason. Many filipias actually have e-mail, but they don't want to give it out until they receive an actual letter. They use the written letter as a test of the sincerity of a man. Even though it is clearly stated here about the benefits of taking the time to write, most men will STILL opt for girls who already have an e-mail address available. For those who are reading this, use this "inside" information to your advantage. Also, please make sure to enclose a photo of yourself. It is only fair that if you know what she looks like, she should be able to see your face as well. Finally, make the letter descriptive , honest, and be sure to tell her about your family. Most importantly, do not boast of your accomplishments...it will only turn her off. In other words, be yourself and be humble. They don't want an arrogant and macho attitude....they have seen plenty living from their own areas.
Q. What about calling them on the telephone?
A. I don't recommend contacting them by phone until you have established contact through either a letter or e-mail. Just like you probably don't like it when someone calls to try to sell you something over the phone, these girls are not going to be comfortable talking to a complete stranger (and in a personal manner) that they know nothing about.
Q. How many girls should I write?
A. The minimum number that I recommend is 10. That is why our rates are set up as they are....so that you will be persuaded to choose a healthy number of ladies with which to correspond. A man who is truly sincere about meeting a filipina would be best suited for a membership of some sort. We currently have three different membership options which gives all of the addresses in our database (hundreds) plus all additional updates for a period of time, depending on which option you choose. And the number of available ladies greatly outnumbers the number of members that we have. I am positive that you will be very busy for a long time....and will not be disappointed with your results.
Those men who are disappointed typically only write to 1-3 ladies. Remember that this, like anything else dealing with relationships, is a numbers game. Chances are that there is a lady in our pages that complements you perfectly. You just have to find her. This brings me back to a guy that I used to know back in college. He was just an average looking guy. But he was very aggressive when it came to women. Most of the time, he was rejected outright. But due to his persistence, he was never without a desirable girlfriend. And my other friends could only scratch their heads in disbelief of his success. So hopefully you see that it is much to your advantage to put forth the effort to write to multiple ladies.
Q. What about age differences?
A. Realistically, most filipinas will accept a man who is as many as 20 years her senior. There are a few that want someone of a certain age range, and this is specified in her profile. Much of this depends on you as well, as the age range is not set in stone, so to speak. What this means is that if you are very successful and are in good shape (not overweight), you may find a lady who is as many as 30 years your junior to accept you.
Q. How difficult is travel to the Philippines?
A. Basically the major airlines offer the same types of travel options to the Philippines as they do to any other foreign country. If you live within the continental United States, you can expect to pay between $650-$900 for a round-trip ticket during the "off-peak" season. Typically those who will pay less live on the West Coast since there is one less connecting flight. I recommend that you shop around for the best price and talk to independent travel agents instead of dealing with the huge on-line travel agencies which typically charge as much as 25% more for a ticket. Once you get there, either your lady will meet you at the airport if she is from the Manila area, or you will take a modern bus to one of the other major cities. I was surprised to find that the Philippines uses the same style of air-conditioned bus that is so common in North America.
Q. What about language differences?
A. The official written language in the Philippines is English. Almost everyone in the cities speaks English very well. As you get away from the cities, people tend to be more isolated and do not do as well with English. Some people in the cities speak English so well, that you forget that you are talking to someone who is foreign to you. And you will find that the writing skills of the average filipino is often much better than that of the average native English speaker.
Q. What is your guarantee on the addresses?
A. We do everything that we can to see to it that the addresses are current in our pages. It is inevitable that some girls will move or their e-mail addresses will expire if they do not log in for awhile due to a vacation or what-not. Therefore, if you scan a copy of a return letter or send us an e-mail failure daemon notice, we will give you your choice of TWO addresses for your inconvenience either from our current pages, or from a future update to the site. We are not able to issue refunds or credit due to the nature of the information provided however.
Q. Will you respond if I write you an e-mail?
A. Of course. Typically someone will check our main e-mail account at least 3 times per day and respond in a timely manner. We honestly don't get that many letters or inquiries, so you will be taken care of quickly. This is a medium sized site in a small industry. Sites like these do not get anywhere even close to the number of hits that the average dating site gets, either national or local. A safe bet would be to assume that your e-mail will be answered by us within 24 hours.
Q. How many men write to these girls?
A. Believe it or not, it is not anywhere near as many as you might think. As was mentioned above, most girls without e-mail get ZERO replies! The prettiest girls without e-mail will get one or two, but that's it. Most guys tend to only pick 1-2 girls to write, and they almost always have e-mail. Our policy is that when a girl has her address requested by about 8 different men, we will remove her from our pages unless she requests otherwise.
Q. How will I receive the addresses I purchase?
A. If you order through our secure system, it should immediately be delivered to the e-mail address that you provide. In addition, we display their contact information on a "thank-you" screen after you complete your order. It would be therefore in your best interests to "cut-and-paste" the addresses from that screen onto the 'notepad' feature of your PC.
Sometimes there will be a database error where the addresses do not get delivered. If this happens, simply e-mail us with the names of the girls you requested, and we will forward them to you as soon as possible.
Q. Why should I give this type of introduction service a try?
A. While this type of service tends to have the "Mail order Brides" stigma attached to it due to historical reasons, it is no longer the case. These ladies join this agency of their own free will and should be respected as such. If you think about it, this service is really no different than any other domestic singles, dating, and matchmaking service. "Mail Order Brides" is a term that means slavery and servitude. While true in the past and in illegal, underground sex trade operations today, it is no longer a normal part of the foreign introduction industry and mainstream websites such as this. The most significant difference that you will find with this type of service is in the quality of girls that you see. Most of these ladies would have dozens of men chasing them if they were single and living amongst us domestically. I have read statistics that show that for every single Asian girl in non-Asian countries, there are about 50 men competing for her affection. This is true from my own experiences, as I dated filipinas from areas like Chicago who would get "hit on" at least 5 times on any given day and were well aware how desirable they are to the average man.
But in Filipino dating sites such as this, there just is not this level of competition. Why? Because, for one, it is not a free singles service. Most men will avoid paying for a dating service. They convince themselves that they can find an unattached Asian woman on the internet. For a short time, I was one of those guys. But I quickly realized how pointless it was to go about the dating scene in that manner. You should use this little bit of information to your advantage over all of the others.
And the best thing of all, is that they do not have the same outlook on life or attitude as the average American girl! This is, by far, the most significant aspect. Most, if not all filipinas are Christian or strongly believe in God. Many of these same women specifically request a Christian man as one of their desired traits in a mate. While many women that you are used to would never cater to you like in old-fashioned times, a filipina will insist that she make you more comfortable. If that means getting you a glass of iced tea (without you asking) after a long day of work, so be it. She will do everything to shows that she appreciates having you as her man. There are not too many girls like this anymore (especially domestically), but rest assured that this character trait is ingrained in the mind of the average filipina.
Q. Are these Filipino women simply using me to become an American, Canadian, or European citizen?
A. While it has happened before, it is EXTREMELY rare. It is far more likely that a woman from your own area will marry you for your money rather than who you are as a person, statistically speaking. All these girls really want is to meet a man who loves and truly appreciates the love that they show to him. This "celebration of woman" is mainly a Western phenomenon. The average filipina comes from a male dominated area or household where it is common for the man to be lazy and get all the benefits, while the woman does all of the work with no appreciation.
In our modern times, most of these ladies life a fair life, devoid of poverty or truly harsh conditions. They simply want to try something new....in the exact same way that you are trying something new by writing to them. It really is as simple as that.
Q. What about getting her a visa?
A. This varies from country to country. In the United States, the law is very strict about immigration. Typically, it will take 3-6 months to get a "fiancee" visa, and a year to get a visa if you are already married. But if you have a minimum of a high school education, you can easily complete the required documents. For more information, please see our page at: http://www.manilabeauty.com/visa.phtml.
Q. How does e-mail forwarding work and how much does it cost?
A. Definition of e-mail forwarding: The interested man writes an e-mail sent to us in the form of an introduction letter to the girl he wants to contact. A member of the staff prints out the letter locally and sends it to the girl.
This is our e-mail forwarding plan:
For full members, we will be charging $2.50 per letter with a minimum of 10 letters sent at once. For 5-9 letters at once: $3 each. And then $4 each for 1-4 letters. Each letter includes a Philippine P15 international stamp for the lady to reply. But remember that since they live in or near the cities and internet cafes, many will likely reply by e-mail. Actually, the ones in Manila were complaining to my agent there why nobody has written yet
Note that you will see e-mail forwarding services at our competitors sites for a minimum of $5 each, and Philippine stamps for $1 each only if you buy 10 or more. Considering that express mail from the U.S. to the Philippines is $20 and it still takes a few days, our e-mail forwarding system is a great deal.
For non-members we offer the following:
$3 per letter with a minimum of 10 letters sent at once.
$3.50 per letter for 5-9 letters
$4.50 for 1-4 letters
Non-members may upgrade to a full membership by paying the difference for the desired membership option from their initial purchase to us through Paypal at http://www.paypal.com
Is preferred that payments are made through Paypal using the address: support@manilabeauty.com
Send your letter to that e-mail address as well following payment and it will be forwarded to the appropriate mailer in the Philippines.
Q. Where is your physical storefront?
A. Basically you are there now. We do not have a static address to keep our costs low and thus we can give better rates to you. The beauty of the internet is that all you need is a PC to maintain a website. We have men and women who live and work in the major cities such as Manila, Laoag, Cebu, Baguio, and their suburbs who find these filipino girls and offer them the option of joining the agency. At any given time, one of these "field agents" may also answer your e-mails, as they help to administer various aspects of the website operation as part of their duties.
Q. Do you have a brochure you can send?
A. Again, to keep our overhead down, we do not offer a brochure. We cannot justify a brochure, since the main purpose of a website is to give you all the information you need.
These are the questions that we most often get if someone does not read this page beforehand, and they are therefore covered here. If you still have questions after reading this, please e-mail us at support@manilabeauty.com and someone will get to your question as soon as possible.
Good Luck!
The Staff of Manila Beauty
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See how filthy it is?
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Butt-sex, all afternoon,
Butt-sex, in a lagoon,
Butt-sex, with a fork and a spoon,
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Butt-sex, with a baboon,
Butt-sex, all afternoon,
Butt-sex, in a lagoon,
Butt-sex, with a fork and a spoon,
Butt-sex, like an Anime cartoon,
Butt-sex, I stick my cock up your moon!!
Simply Genius..
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First Erect Horse Penis Post
See how full of blood the shaft is... amazing
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Ever since I can recall we were moving from post to post. Three years here,
a couple of years there. Finally we stopped because Dad was retiring. My
father was a big man. With broad shoulders, hairy chest, an imposing deep
voice, and huge hands. He stood 5'11", and easily weighed 250, of solid
muscle, dark but graying hair, deep blue eyes.
I hadn't really thought about sex with him, but it came to be the standard
that I would measure all men by. I started playing around with sex and
stimulation when I was quite young. The first sexual thing I was into was
piss. I used to pee on myself in the tub, or fill a glass and run it down
the crack of my ass. As I played with that warm, golden juice, I would
imagine that it was a man similar to my father pissing down my ass. From
there it just led to masturbation as often as possible. I still do to this
day.
My father used to walk around the house in nothing but his briefs, because
as he always told my mother "there are only men in this house, why do I
need to dress for them?" I enjoyed his parading around. It allowed me to
watch is body, his tight, large ass muscles move under the fabric, and also
find out just how much dick he was carrying. My father has large balls, and
a nice thick cock, even soft. So it was no wonder I wanted to get close to
that.
As with all military men, they want their sons to be like them - big,
strong, loyal, and above all men. It never enters their mind that their
sons would want to suck their dick, or eat their hairy holes, or get fucked
by them. But, for me it was something I truly desired. I would watch him
come home in his uniform, and I could see where the sweat had soaked
through the material around his armpits, and down the crack of this ass.
My father work on helicopters, so there was always the odor of grease mixed
with Old Spice and sweat. It is a deadly combination for me.
As was often the case my mother would go out shopping on Saturdays, and my
father would work around the house, and yard. She naturally would be gone
for hours, and I hatched a plan to make my desires known, whatever the
consequence. I needed be close to him, to enjoy that connection with him. I
knew he would probably be furious, and that was part of the turn on, the
possibly consequences. So after spending several hours working out in the
yard, he came in for a shower. I needed to be sure that I could at least
smell his underwear, his t-shirt, and get that scent of him. To actually
smell what it is like to be near his cock, his ass. So I wanted to wait
until he got into the shower and then pick each item of clothing to sniff,
perhaps to have for a short time to beat off too.
As my father was changing clothes, he laid them in a pile next to the bed,
and headed toward the linen closet for a fresh towel. I hurriedly ran into
the bedroom and picked up his underwear, and without even thinking held the
crotch to my nose and too a big whiff of him. I should have just ran back
out, but couldn't resist taking the chance. When I opened my eyes, there my
father stood, naked, sweaty, and angry. "What the hell are you doing?" I
couldn't speak, I was so taken by shock that I didn't know what to answer.
"Boy, you better start talking!" I just looked into his eyes, and I guess
the scene was all too clear.
"You like smelling my nasty shorts boy!" Barked as if he was talking to one
of his troops. I looked at him and in a small voice said, "Yes sir." "You
some fag boy?" It was more a statement than a question, since I could sense
he knew. "Yes, sir", I love the scent of men, and really just needed to
confirm that. "So you want to smell my sweaty pits, my crotch, my sticky
ass?" "Is that what you are telling me?" I couldn't say anything. But he
could read my eyes, and the tented shorts I was wearing told him all he
really needed to know.
He threw down the towel and walked slowly over to where I stood, his hands
balled up into fists and positioned on his hips. There was a nasty snarl on
his face, probably the same one he gave his troops when he was displeased,
or serious about something. I know I was taking a chance, but this was
unfolding into more than I ever dreamed. "Boy, I am going to teach you how
to be a man". "Your first lesson is on how to obey orders like one." "Take
those shorts, and sniff them good and hard, especially where the track
marks are!" I closed my eyes, brought the sweat soaked material up to my
nose and inhaled. The sensation was so great, my adrenaline rush so intense
that I almost shot immediately.
I then opened my eyes, and looked down at my father's dick. It was mere
inches from my face. It was thick, and long, and getting larger as I
stared. Obviously, I was not the only one getting a charge from this. "You
want to smell me, then lay down on the floor!" Again, sternly commanded,
and I complied. He then squatted his massive body down, spread his muscled
ass cheeks and demanded that I sniff his dirty hole. I looked at that
dark, hairy furrow. The hairs along the crack were damp with perspiration,
and the smell emanating from the hole was rich and musky. I lifted my head
slightly and sniffed. It was all I had thought it would be. The sight of
that man's hot pink hole, the hairs surrounding it, and the knowledge that
I was there was making my head spin. I then decided to go for broke, and
let my tongue swipe over his hole. At first his reaction was to jerk up,
but then settled back down on my face and barked the order for me to eat
his hole.
I struggled under those massive globes to get my tongue as deep into his
hole as I could. He assisted by spreading his cheeks, and pushing his hole
out to my waiting mouth and tongue. The taste of salt, and musk from his
ass was incredible. I buried my face in his ass and continued to suck, and
lick his hairy hole for all I was worth. I could tell I was hitting some
sensitive spots as he moaned, and groaned under my tonguing. It was foul
smelling, but I watched as his hole opened up and closed during it. He
then stood, and made me get on my knees in front of him. As he turned
around, his dick was at least 9" long, and dripping with precum.
"Suck my dick!" was all he said. I quickly licked the precum from the head
of his thick cock and moved my mouth over it. I started to ply my talents
to his cock head, and suck and lick those tender parts. Then he placed
those huge hands on the back of my head, and started to feed me his dick. I
grabbed onto his ass, and held on for the ride. At first the thrusting was
slow and patient, then more urgent as more inches were going down my
throat. Eventually through relaxation I was able to accommodate all 9" of
dick in my mouth. My father groaned, and told me how good it felt to have a
nice soft pair of lips sucking his cock. His dick seemed to grow thicker
with each thrust. I had to admit that even though I felt like gagging on
several occasions I was loving this.
He abruptly stopped and told me to get onto the bed on my hands and
knees. I was aware of what was coming, but still could not believe that I
was actually going to get fucked. He spit into his hand and then wiped that
load of saliva onto my crack. With his rough, thick fingers he started to
push through my ass ring. I was pretty tight, but determined to do this. I
relaxed as much as I could and just let myself enjoy the sensations running
through my body. He then pushed my back end down a bit and aimed his huge
cock head at my hole. "You're going to get what you wanted, and I will make
a man out of you for it!" was all he said. He then pushed against my tight
ass hole and I felt the thick cock head slip into my hole. The pain was
excruciating, and I had to bite down on the pillow from the blinding
ache. But he held his dick head just inside and allowed me to become
accustomed to it.
Once I nodded that it was ok to proceed, he drove the rest of his hard
shaft in. In one push I had my father deep in my hole. He grabbed hard onto
my hips with his hands, and started to move his thick piece in and out of
my hole with long strokes. He was tearing me apart, but in my mind I was
in heaven. To think that I had a REAL man in my hole, fucking me, and
hopefully going to leave his load of cum in my guts was heaven. He then
started to really fuck me hard. "Take my man's dick, boy, show your Dad
what kind of man you are! I complied and met each thrust with a back
push. I wanted my Dad's dick so far up inside me.
I could tell he was not going to last too much longer. His breathing became
short, and belabored, and his strokes were coming harder and faster. "I'm
breeding your fucking ass hole, boy!" was all I heard before I felt his
cock jump and twitch inside me. Then came a loud "HOORAH", and I could feel
my fathers sperm shoot deep into my guts. My sides hurt from him clutching
onto my hips, and my hole burned with pleasure as I could feel him slowly
fuck his cum into me. I lay there exhausted, but just as suddenly his cock
was ripped from my hole and I was turned over to face him. His cock was
still rock hard, shiny and dripping and he forced his dirty cock into my
mouth. "Clean my cock, you fucking faggot!" and I did. I relished having to
taste my ass juices mixed with his cum.
"You like that, don't you pussy boy?" and with his cock still in my mouth,
I nodded. He then held my head down deep into his crotch, grunted, and then
let go a strong, pungent stream of piss down my throat. I gagged at first
not realizing what was happening, but that last only a moment, and I began
to drink in earnest. He was blessing my fantasies with his piss; his
strong, manly, salty piss. "Fucking piss lover too!" "I should have known
that a deviant like you would love that too." He kept pissing, until just
the last vestiges were left. I kept my lips tight and worked my tongue
over his sensitive head. He pulled out abruptly, spat into my face, and
headed for the bathroom.
The only thing he ever said afterward, was that he had made a man of me
Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2002 20:55:52 -0700 (PDT)
....Shad still remembers that day. Ever since then,
.Shad suddenly felt hot all over. The boy he's been wanting ....what....again....." the person's
From: Horry Patter
Subject: Bow Wow's First
DISCLAIMER: The story below is a work of complete fiction.
None of the events note in this story have ever taken place.
This story is purely fiction and is not meant to imply
anything about the sexuality of the characters or anyone
mentioned in the story. This story is not true, and any part
of it which might have actually happen is completely
coincidental. Copyright is claimed by the author, me.
Bow Wow felt so horny. All he wanted to do was be
alone for 20 minutes and jack his raging cock off. The past
few months had made him extremely horny. He was going
through puberty, and starting to show signs of it. His
muscles started to grow, and he began to grow hair on his
dick and under his arms, and started to emit a scent that
made Shad horny whenever he sweated. He had also discovered
how to beat his meat, and how to shoot his cream. He can
still remember the day he blew his first load. It was a few
months ago...
It was at some awards thing. He didn't even know what
it was, just that he had to show his face there for
publicity. There were alot of kid celebrities like him
there. It was a pretty boring show to him, but he just had
to make an appearance. He never thought the show would end,
and when it did, he had to take a gigantic piss. He told
his mother he had to 'go', and that she could wait outside
or something. When he got to the restrooms, there were
lines of people waiting to relieve themselves. He hesitated
to at first, but then realized he couldn't wait anymore.
As he got closer to the stalls, he became more nervous.
He was surrounded by guys his age, and being in a public
bathroom filled with other guys made him uncofortable. When
it was his turn to go, he walked up to the stall, unzipped,
and pulled out his cock. Suddenly, somebody with a familiar
face walked up to the stall next to him. He looked up and
saw that it was Aaron Carter. Bow wow knew who Aaron was,
but really wasn't a fan of his music. Unable to help
himself, Bow Wow sneaked a peek over into Aaron's stall. He
saw Aaron pull out his cut dick, and saw he had a pretty
good size patch of pubic hair above his cock. Bow Wow's
cock took about half a second to become fully erect. The
tip of his cock was now touching the porcelain stall. Aaron
was sweating after his little performance, and when Bow Wow
smelled the arome of a sweaty boy, it made his dick rock-
harder. He waited for Aaron to leave so that he wouldn't
see his erect cock in the stall, then put his own inflated
tool in his pants.
After seeing another boys dick for the first time, this
left Shad extremely horny. His cock was harder than it had
ever been before, and was begging to escape his pants. When
he finally got home, he told his mother he was exhausted and
was going to bed. Instead, he went straight to his room,
locked the door, and began to think about what he had just
seen. He was still shaking a little from the exitement. He
had never felt this way before. He sat on his bed and
revisioned seeing the boy's cock. He remembered how he was
dripping with sweat and how his scent made his dick harder.
Shad remembered his hard cock in his pants, waiting to
be unleased. He had never done anything like this before,
with being busy with recording his latest album and tours
and all that kinda stuff. He was sitting at the corner of
his bed with one leg over each side. He excitedly kicked
off his shoes, and began to unbuckle his jeans. Having done
that, he began to slowly pull down his jeans. He got his
jeans pulled down to his knees, and saw the huge bulge
coming from his boxers.
He slowly began to pull down his boxers as well.
Slowly, his patch of dark curly pubic hair appeared. Then
his excited cock sprang loose, bouncing right off his
stomach. He looked at his hard dark cock for a second; it
was brown, of course, about 5 and a half inches in length,
and about as thick as a hot dog. Shad was cut, although he
didn't know what that meant yet. He was sweating from the
humid summer night weather and all the excitement he was
feeling.
He decided to take his shirt off too. Shad lifted his
arms up to slip his shirt off, and noticed he was sweating
under his arms as well. He examined the medium sized patch
of hair he had just grown, and inhaled the scent of his
sweat coming from his armpits. Shad was now naked from the
knees up. He was dripping with sweat, and his cock pulsing.
With his right hand, Shad grabbed his throbbing cock. Just
the touch of his hand making contact with his dick made him
shudder. His eyes slammed shut from intense feeling. He
felt around his warm, sweaty balls for a second. He brought
his hand up to his face and smelled his own cock-scent.
He began to stroke his long dick up and down, groaning
and shuddering from the immense pleasure he was in. Shad
started to jack his dick faster and faster, as he became
more excited. He had this feeling in his stomach that he
had never felt before. Shads dick was starting to feel a
little funny, kinda itchy. He just ignored it and kept
beating his pulsating cock. As his strokes were starting to
get faster, Shad felt a burning feeling in his balls, like
he had to take a piss. Shad opened his eyes in fear that he
had done something wrong and broke his dick.
He kept jacking his dick untill all of a sudden, he
felt his cock start to spasm.
"Uhhhhhhh......oooohhhhhhhh shiiiiitttttt" he grunted
Shads cock started to erupt.
His hot, white cum started to blast everywhere. Shad
kept jacking his pulsating cock, shooting his thick jizz
everywhere. Two wads of hot boy-juice flew up from his cock
and hit him right in the face. As he stroked his cock like
no tommorrow, blast after blast of Shads thick cream hit him
right in the chest.
"Unghh......"
Shads cock oozed cum all over his hand and into his
pubes. His cream was dribbling into his bush dripping all
over his chest. His cock finally began calm down and the
cum-blasting stopped. His cum-covered hand was still
jacking his dick off, letting all the excess cum dribble out
of his cock. He removed his hand from his dick and examined
it. The first thing he noticed was the smell. His room now
reeked of a salty smell, kinda like bleach.
He looked around, still excited from shooting a wad for
the first time. Shad saw that his chest and hand were both
fully covered with his white jizz.
"Aww man....How em I gonna clean dis shit up?"
His bed had spots of his cum all over, already soaking
into his bedspread. His boxers and jeans had some of his
juice on it, but not too much. Shad decided to take them
off, not wanting anyone to see the spots. He stood up and
slid off his jeans and boxers. Standing naked, with a half-
erect cock and a cum-smeared chest and hand, he heard his
door handle turn.
"Boy what are you doin in there with the door locked?!" His
mother asked
"Um, nothing!....Nothing" Was his ingenious reply.
"Yeah whatever..." Said his mother, hinting a tone of
suspicion.
Still standing naked, Shad walked over to pick of a
sock laying around his room. He wiped all of his jizz off
his chest and hand, and rub all the cum out of his pubes.
The cum-scent began to fade away, but he was still dripping
with sweat. That was the first time he saw cum, and the
first he'd ever shot it.
he'd jack off whenever he got the chance. Blowing a load of
hot cum all over himself became his favorite hobby. Since
then, his cock has grown to 6 inches, and now he can shoot
twice as much cum as before. He tried to taste it and
shooting it straight into his mouth.
Now it was the end of summer, and all that was on his
mind was jacking off. He discovered the different sites on
the web with guys his age to jack off to, and would sit in
from of the computer for hours, untill he finally shot a
thick wad onto the floor under his desk. Not a day went by
when he didn't think about it. His dick would become rock
hard during performances, and he'd have to go into the
bathroom to relieve himself. He'd be shooting a music video
and have to go back to his trailor for a break, just to rid
his dick of his cum.
Now he had the chance to see Aaron again. Bow Wow was
asked to perform at some teen awards show, which he thought
was a shitty gig. The only reason he accepted to do it was
so that he could see Aaron again.
As Shad finished performing, he wandered back to his
dressing room. He was feeling horny as hell and had a
gigantic boner. He forgot all about Aaron and just went
straight for his dressing room, hoping to be alone so he
could mess around. The stage lights made Shad sweat like
crazy, but that only made him wanna jack off more. Shad was
about to open the door to his dressing room untill he heard
a voice from behind:
"Hey man, that was a wild show out there" It was
Aaron.
Shad didn't know what to say. He froze right there, his
raging cock growing harder.
"Um, yeah....I s'pose so" He finally managed to say.
Aaron just looked at him and chuckled a little at Bow Wow's
odd response.
"You, uh, wanna hang out er somethin?" Aaron asked him.
"Uh...OK"
Shad opened his dressing room door, walked in, and was
suprised to see Aaron follow him. Aaron found a chair and
sat down. Shad didn't know what to say or do. He's been
wanting to be alone with Aaron for a long time now, and now
that it was finally happening, he didn't know what to do.
He finally came up with an idea. He was hot as hell, so he
decided he'd make the first move.
"Man, I'm hot as hell in this place"
"Yeah, me too....they should turn the ac on a little
more & cool this place down" Aaron told him
As Aaron was talking, Shad began to pull his shirt off over
his head. Aaron, being a boy himself, couldn't help but to
watch. Aaron noticed Shads chest, not as well defined as
his own, but not that bad. He also noticed that he had some
hair in his armpits, glistening with sweat. Aaron suddenly
felt horny himself as his cock started to rise. Shad now
stood shirtless in front of Aaron.
"Hey man, yer sweatin all over" Aaron said
"Yeah, I know. Im soaked" Shad said, lifting up his
arms, exposing his sweaty pits to Aaron.
"Ha, you hardly have any hair unda there...haven't
started puberty yet?" Aaron joked
"Shit, I've got mo' then you. I been through puberty
if you know what I mean" Shad replied.
"So you've been lookin' at me like that?" Aaron asked,
trying to sound serious.
"Nah man, I ain't like dat. I dunno what you talkin'
about" Shad said, trying to sound truthful.
"Whatever man. I saw you that one day, checkin' out my
dick in the bathroom
for months had caught him in the act. He didn't know what
to say, he just stared straight into Aarons eyes, unable to
come up with a believable reason.
"Yeah, thats right...I know you were starin' at my
cock. You popped a boner as soon as you saw it" Aaron said
"What??" Shad asked, confused.
"While you were busy checkin' me out, I saw you had a
boner in the stall, dude. I know I musta been the one to
give it to ya"
Shad was standing there without a shirt, amazed that Aaron
had been checking his cock out the whole time he was
checking Aaron's out. When Aaron said those words, Shads
dick once again became rock hard from all this excitement.
He couldn't think of a damn thing to say. Aaron noticed his
new friends bulge.
"Hey dude, looks like I'm right."Aaron exclaimed "I
really do give ya boners"
Shad just stood there, feeling hot all over. He didn't know
what to do. He didn't know if Aaron was gonna tell everyone
about this or if Aaron was inviting Shad to mess around.
Then Aaron spoke.
"You saw my dick, now lemme see how you compare" Aaron
said, hoping not to scare Shad away
"Um......" Said Shad, surprised by Aaron's invite.
Aaron jumped to his feet and walked towards Shad, who was
still standing in the same spot after all that time. He
wasted no time and yanked on Shads jeans. Aaron pulled his
jeans down to his feet, leaving Shad standing in his boxers,
with a bulge in the front. Shad felt like his head was
gonna explode. He never felt like this before. He was
finally messing around with Aaron.
"Huh, I can smell your cock, dude...you really gotta
take a shower" Aaron said, but the truth was that it gave
him a boner himself. Shad was totally lost in awe of what
was going on.
Aaron then began to pull Shads boxers to the floor. As
he slipped them down, Shads pubes were slowly revealed.
Then came the begining of his dick. Aaron paused
"C'mon...don't stop..." Shad nervously pleaded
Aaron continued to pull down Shads boxers. Finally, Shads
boxers were down to his feet, revealing to Aaron his dark 6-
inch cock, throbbing with excitement
"Wow, that's pretty good" Aaron smiled
"Yeah, now what you wanna do?" Shad asked
"I'll show you..." Aaron said, reaching for his shirt.
Aaron took his shirt off and threw it on a newby chair.
Shad was still standing naked, cock pulsating.
Aaron slowly pushed his pants and boxers down to his feet,
revealing to Shad what he had once seen before.
Shad stared at Aaron's 6 inch dick, which lied
underneath a light brown huge patch of pubic hair. Aaron's
cock was cut, just like Shads. They both stared at each
others throbbing dicks, wondering what to do next.
"Looks like you could use some relief" Aaron finally
suggested.
"Yeah man, think you can handle it?" Bow Wow playfully
asked
"But you gotta do me too" Aaron said, hoping Shad would
comply
Shad didn't need to think about this one...He knew what he
wanted to do.
"OK" he answered
Wasting no time, Aaron reached out and grabbed Shad's 6 inch
tool. Shad closed his eyes and groaned at the touch of
Aarons hand. Aaron began to stroke Shad's cock up and down.
"Oh man...that feels awesome" Shad said to Aaron
"Yeah, it better feel just as good to me too" Aaron
snapped
Aaron continued to jack Shad's dick off, making him groan in
pleasure. He had his eyes closed , so he had no idea what
was going to happen next. Aaron suddenly stopped stroking
Shad's dick. Then Shad felt a hot, moist suction on his
cock. He opened his eyes to see Aaron sucking his dick.
"Oh shit man...this is fuckin' great" Shad managed to
say in between groans.
Aaron was sucking Shads cock like crazy. He managed to get
all 6 inches of Shads brown manhood into his mouth, with
Shads cock-tip halfway down his throat. Aaron's nose was
buried in Shads pubes.
Aaron could smell the hot musky scent of Shads sweaty
cock. He kept bobbing his head back and forth, sucking
Shads rock-hard cock.
"Uhh...wait man...I don't wanna cum yet" Shad groaned
Aaron stopped sucking, and stood back up.
"My turn" Aaron said to Shad, who was still recovering
from the intense oral pleasure he had just recieved.
Shad kneeled down in front of Aaron, who's cock was
throbbing in anticipation. Shad moved his mouth towards
Aarons awaiting cock. Shad inhaled the musky scent of
Aarons hot cock, and began to suck Aaron's meat.
"Aw man...that's great" Aaron groaned.
Shad kept on sucking. He felt Aarons cock in the back of
his throat and almost gagged on it. He loved the smell of
Aarons sweaty pubes right on his nose.
"Ok man...Lets do somethin else" Aaron said
Shad stood back up to follow Aaron to the leather couch in
the corner
"What you got in mind?" Shad excitedly asked
"Sit down" Aaron commanded "Spread your legs"
"Huh? No way man" Shad said
"C'mon man, it won't hurt, I'll let you do it to me
too" Aaron answered
"Well, aight."
Shad sat back in the couch, as if he was in a slouching
position. Aaron motioned for Shad to open his legs. Shad
hesatated at first, but eventually spread his legs. Aaron
opened his mouth and spit into his hand.
"I'm gonna make it slippery, ok" Aaron said
"Aight" shad said
Aaron took his spit-wetten finger and pointed it towards
Shads asshole. Shad become more excited than ever. He
never thought he'd be doing something like this with Aaron.
Aaron's finger entered Shads asshole, causing him to squirm
in extreme pleasure.
"Holy Shit! That shit's intense!" Shad said
Aaron contiued to finger Shads asshole, lubing it for his
dick to be able to enter it. Shads hole had a few traces of
hair, as did Aaron. Aaron took his finger out, spit on it
again, and this time put three fingers up into Shad's hole.
"Shit man, that kinda hurts"
"Just relax...it'll feel better in a minute" Aaron
assured
Aaron took his fingers out, and began to spit on his hand
again. He rub his spit all over his cock, making it nice
and slippery to enter Shads hole.
"You ready?" Aaron asked
"Yeah"
Aaron put Shads legs up over his shoulders and aimed his
cock for Shads hole. He moved towards Shad and pushed into
his asshole. Shad squirmed in pain for a second, but then
relaxed his muscles. Aaron kept going in. The pain was
going away, and it started to feel real good. Shad could
feed Aarons pubes brush up against his ass. Shad started to
jack his own dick off.
Aaron kept pumping his dick into Shad, faster and
faster.
"Ugh..." Aaron moaned
After a while, Aaron was ready to explode. Aaron could feel
his cum rise into his balls, causing them to tighten. He
pulled his cock out of Shads ass, and began to shoot white
boyjuice everywhere
Thick cream spurted all over Shads stomach and chest.
A few blasts caught Shad in the face, and Shad used his
tongue to lick it into his mouth. Aarons cum dripped into
Shads pubic hair, and left Shads chest white with jizz.
"Shit...that was unbelievable" Aaron said
"Yeah, but now its my turn." Shad reminded Aaron
"Ok, lets switch places".
Shad and Aaron switched places. Aaron was slouched on the
couch, legs spread wide apart. Shad then rubbed some of
Aarons cum off of his chest and used it to lube Aarons
asshole. He took a finger and stuck it into Aarons rosebud.
"You Ready" Shad asked
"You know it" Aaron answered
Shad pointed his pulsing cock towards Aarons hole. He stuck
the tip of his cock right towards the opening.
"Here goes"
Shad then pushed in his dick, making Aaron squirm and groan.
"OOoooohhhh....shit......" Shad said, overtaken by the
great feeling
Shad began to pump his cock in and out of Aarons ass. Aaron
could also feel Shads dick-hair brushing his ass. Aaron
began to stroke his cock.
As Aaron jacked his own cock, Shad continued to pound
Aarons hole.
"Shit...Im gonna cum soon" Shad yelled
Aaron began to beat his dick faster and faster, as Shad
began to fuck his asshole faster and faster.
Suddenly, Shad pulled out of his ass, and pointed his dick
towards Aarons face.
Shad could feel his dick about to explode. His balls
were tightening and getting ready to launch his boy-cream.
"uhhgggnn...." Shad loudly groaned
Shads cock began to erupt everywhere. His thick white jizz
shot right into Aarons face and mouth, causing Aarons dick
to erupt also.
Shads cum when flying through the air, landing on
Aarons stomach, leaving strings of jizz from the tip of his
cock to Aarons stomach. Aarons cum was shooting all over
his chest, mixing with Shads.
Shad's cock finally began to stop erupting hot cum, so
did Aarons. Both boys were now dripping with sweat. Aaron
was completely covered with thick cum from both of them.
Shad nearly fell over from exhaustion.
"Damn man...that was intense..." Shad told Aaron
"Yah, but nobody can ever know what went on here."
"Oh, like I'm gonna tell somebody this shit..." Shad
joked
Both boys stood up, cum dripping from Aarons stomach. Shad
wiped the cum from his dick with a towel. The room now
smelled salty of cum.
"We gotta do dis again" Shad said
Just then the door opened. Shad realized he didn't lock the
door when they first came in.
They heard a strangers voice:
"You gotta do
voice trailing off as they see Shad standing naked and Aaron
covered in cum.
Both boys now realized the stranger to be Justin Berfield
"What the fuck is goin on in here?!"
It was silence as the three boys looked at each other
To Be Continued?
Any suggestions or Comments email me at
webstar3595@yahoo.com
I appreciate the feedback and suggestions
Date: Tue, 5 Nov 2002 21:19:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Ken
Subject: Ken Curtis and Milburn Stone
This story is entirely fictional. This story in no way implies that Ken
Curtis or Milburn stone were gay. This is merely a fantasy of mine.
A Hot Encounter with Ken Curtis and Milburn Stone
In the late 1960s, I worked at a nice hotel in Wyoming as a
bellhop. In those days, television stars often did promotional tours.
Stars of westerns on television would frequently tour the western rodeo
circuit and do bits on stage during the big evening shows. I was a big fan
of a western set in Dodge City that had two of my heroes as supporting
actors. Ken Curtis played a scruffy, but endearing deputy who constantly
bickered with the curmudgeonly old town doctor played by Milburn Stone.
Milburn Stone was in his 60s, rather short at 5'7, with grayish-black hair
and moustache that twitched a bit. Ken Curtis was in his early 50s, of
average build, with his hair starting to gray and a slightly disheveled
beard and moustache. In my teens, I had my first wet dreams thinking of
these men. At that time, I was terrified of my sexual thoughts about men
and kept them to myself. I spent many a night going to bed with a stiff
erection in my underpants after watching these two sexy older gentlemen on
television that night.
It was to my total shock when I learned that Mr. Curtis and
Mr. Stone would be staying at the hotel I worked at when they visited town
for several days on a promotional tour. I conspired to work all three days
they were in town and even found out when they would check in so I could
carry their bags to their rooms. I was nervous at my overeager attempts to
be near my idols, who also happened to be the object of my sexual
fantasies. I didn't want my parents to think I was acting strangely and it
took all my strength to not mention my heroes were staying at my hotel. I
had lusted after many men, all of whom happened to be middle-aged or older
gentlemen. I didn't think it was odd, it was just what I was attracted to.
The big day arrived and I shower fervently and had a pounding boner when I
tried to get my white underpants on over my teenage penis. I got to the
hotel in my uniform and my palms were sweaty as I awaited a glimpse of my
heroes.
My heart pounded inside my slight 5'8 frame and sweat appeared
underneath my boyish brown hair, cropped close. At 2 p.m., Milburn Stone
strolled in the door as casually and was hardly notice by anyone in the
lobby. I hurried to the desk to get his bags. He was very pleasant to me
as I grabbed his two suitcases and stammered something about following me
to the elevator. I could barely breathe in the elevator as Mr. Stone
hummed to himself.
"Uh..Mr. Stone?" I managed.
"Yes young man?" he replied in that gravelly voice of his.
"I just wanted to say I am such a big fan of yours.um," I croaked.
"Well, thank you very much.what's your name son?"
"D.Davey sir," I stammered.
"You're doing a fine job son, keep up the good work," I almost
feinted when Mr. Stone gave me a wink we had complimented me.
We got out of the elevator and went to his room where I took the
bags inside.
"Now, Davey I want you to unpack my bags and hang my shirts and
trousers in the closet and put my other things in the dresser. My toilet
kit goes in the bathroom."
I couldn't believe my luck. I began unpacking his clothes as
Mr. Stone went in the bathroom. I froze when I heard the old man peeing in
the toilet and had to control myself from not trying to catch a glimpse of
the old man. When he was done, he came out and I took the toiletries in.
"Davey, where did you put my swim trunks and robe?" he asked from
the main room.
"Uh..I put your trunks in the lower drawer sir," I replied and
reentered the room.
Mr. Stone was rummaging in the drawer and emerged with his trunks.
"I'm going to take a dip in the pool until Mr. Curtis arrives
Davey. Now, fetch that robe will you son?" said Mr. Stone as he peeled off
the short sleeve shirt he had on.
I nodded and slowly made my way back to the closet mentally
photographing the sight of Mr. Stone's hairy chest. If I played my cards
right, could I see him change into his trunks? I took my time in
retrieving the robe and came back to see the most beautiful sight I had
ever seen. Mr. Stone's back was to me and he was pulling up his swim
trunks from his ankles. His back had a light covering of gray and black
back hairs and between his legs I caught a brief glimpse of a heavy scrotum
hanging down! I had seen my daddy's scrotum hanging down like that when he
changed at the Y, but this was too much! Mr. Stone's scrotum was easily as
big, if not bigger than daddy's ball sac. My eyes snapped up as Mr. Stone
turned around reached for the rub. I prayed that he hadn't seen my looking
at him change and my eyes fought to look down at the old man's crotch in
the swim trunks. Mr. Stone took his robe and pulled it on and that is when
I realized I had a full pounding erection in my bellhop's khaki trousers.
I suddenly wanted to hide when I felt the almost painful pressure of my
erect teenage penis pushing out my pants towards a famous television actor.
I quickly clasped my hands in front of my crotch.
"Umm..is..is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Stone?" I
asked with a shaky voice.
"Well Davey, I don't think so, but I think you need to take of
something else!" he chortled as I realized he had noticed my boyish lack of
control.
I turned a deep crimson and my head dropped. I couldn't believe
it. I was going to be fired for sure and embarrassed in front of my
parents and the whole world.
"Here you go son," said the old man.
I looked up and saw he was holding a $10 bill out as a tip, which I
gingerly took from his strong-looking hand.
"Now Davey, I want you to show me where the pool is. Then, I want
you to make sure you take Mr. Curtis to his room when he arrives in a short
while. I want you to tell him to join me poolside, understand? Make sure
Mr. Curtis gets that message and tell him we'll have a grand old time
tonight. Got it Davey?"
I nodded and repeated the message to show I was on the spot. We
left his room as I begged my boner to subside, which it did after much
trepidation on my part. I dropped Mr. Stone at the pool and rushed back to
the front desk. Just in time to see Ken Curtis amble in the front doors.
There he was, in the flesh. I couldn't believe my eyes. Here was the
inspiration for my frantic late night masturbations under the sheets.
Almost every night I would lay on my back in just my tight white briefs and
my mind would start to wander. I would see images of Mr. Curtis stripping
me slowly until I was just in my underpants. Then he would grin at my
throbbing predicament pushing out the front panel of the white cotton. His
hand would caress my tight scrotum. At that point, I would usually pull
the waistband down under my scrotum and my pulsing, thick 5 inch teenage
erection would spring up into the blanket. My balls would roll in their
smooth sac as my thick shaft would tent up my blanket. Daddy once saw me
get an erection in the shower and told me that the men in our family didn't
have long penises, but we certainly had thick ones. Mine is fairly stout
and I have a rather large, flared knob. I would get a big thrill when my
penis would push up the sheet and my foreskin would roll back behind the
head and my clear precum would make a wet spot on the sheet. My hand would
grip my peter and start slowly jerking the foreskin up and over the knob
slowly. As my dreams of Mr. Curtis heated up and he began stripping down,
I would roll over and put my pounding boy cock between two pillows and hump
them. I had to be careful not to hump too hard as my headboard would bang
the wall and alert my parents in the next room that their teenage son was
making love to his pillows. Once my teenage boner was firmly planted
between my pillows, my balls nestled tightly against them, with precum
oozing from my slit like crazy, I would think about Mr. Curtis laying down
on top of me and inserting his beautiful erection up my tender young rear
end. My humping would become urgent as I fantasized what that would be
like. Then, I would feel my testicles tighten further and I would quickly
roll over and let my white boy cum spurt onto my smooth belly. I would use
a tissue to wipe up and then snug my briefs back over my deflated penis and
go to bed with a smile.
I shook myself out of my reverie as I was called to take his bags
upstairs. I gleefully grabbed his bags and could hardly contain myself as
he gave me a winning smile. We got to his room and our conversation was
very similar to that I had with Mr. Stone. Mr. Curtis had me unpack his
bags the same as Mr. Stone and I got a particular thrill when I saw that
Mr. Curtis's jockey shorts were the same brand that me and daddy wear. I
took a vicarious chance.
"Gee Mr. Curtis, you wear the same kind of underpants I
do..oh.um.sorry Mr. Curtis I can't believe I said that," I mumbled
sheepishly.
"Well Davey, that's no problem at all. I really like the way
briefs keep everything all nice and snug against your body. You know
Davey, when we are acting we even wear smaller underpants that keep
our..er.privates from showing on television. Bet you didn't know that?"
"No sir, I had no idea. Oh, Mr. Stone told me to give you a
message. He said that you should meet him at the pool and that we'll have
a grand old time tonight after the show," I beamed as I conveyed this
important message.
"Is that so Davey? Why Milburn must have something special planned
for tonight. Why don't you find my swim trunks Davey and I'll go to the
bathroom?"
I grinned like a fool as I rummaged around finding his swim trunks
as he closed the bathroom door. I laid the navy blue trunks on the bed and
nearly passed out when Mr. Curtis returned from the bathroom carrying all
his clothes in front of him. I could see fairly smooth chest and his
strong arms almost caused me to feint. He flashed a grin at my surprise
and I knew without looking that my penis had stirred to a painful erection
in my underpants again. Mr. Curtis asked me to fold his clothes and
dropped them on the bed. I shot a surreptitious glance at his groin,
against my better instincts. I fumbled with the clothes as I saw a
lifelong dream of mine.
My eyes dropped down to the line of black hairs running from his
belly button to the thatch of grayish-black hairs above his penis, which
hung down over his ball sac. I swallowed hard as I saw about 4 inches of
un-circumsized penis hanging lazily over a fat and heavy set of balls.
Mr. Curtis's balls hung low in their sac and jostled between his thighs,
causing his pale shaft to sway back and forth. I could see a rather nicely
shaped knob underneath his thin foreskin and I felt a drop of precum ooze
out into my underpants. I hoped it wouldn't leak through to my khaki
trousers.
I was crushed when he stooped down and pulled his trunks over his
manly balls and beautiful penis, but now I had a picture to go with his
bulge in the swim trunks. I could have died and gone to heaven right
there. I escorted Mr. Curtis to the pool with a throbbing erection in my
briefs. I walked a bit funny trying to hide the obvious bulge by walking
in front of him. When we got to the pool, Mr. Stone was laying out in the
sun and greeted Mr. Curtis warmly. As I turned to leave, Mr. Stone asked
me when I was due off work. Shyly, I said I had to go home for dinner at
7. The two men grinned and asked if I could stay on help them with various
errands that evening. I readily agreed and ran off to call my parents. My
parents trusted me implicitly and said that as long as I was home by
midnight, it was fine with them. I grabbed an early dinner and waited
anxiously in the lobby for the two older actors to return from their show.
My penis begged for release every time I thought of serving these handsome,
older heroes of mine. I almost went to the mensroom to masturbate, but I
held out for a sexual adventure, although that was too good to be true.
When the two men returned, they were all smiles and greeted me with
mischevious grins. I accompanied them to Mr. Stone's room and my heart
beat loudly in my chest. What happens now, I wondered?
When we got inside the room, Mr. Stone poured two drinks from the
in-room bar and offered me a beer. I quietly declined and said I couldn't
take a drink since I was underage. The two older men chortled.
"Davey, I just play a deputy on television, not in real life,"
grinned Mr. Curtis. "Come on, a strapping young man like you can handle
one beer can't he?"
"Well, I have had a few with my friends, but my parents would be
real angry if they found out"
Mr. Stone joined in, "Davey, I want you to know that whatever
happens in this room will never leave this room. And, I mean anything.
You have our word on that"
I nodded and a cold beer was put in my hand. I drank deeply from
it to calm my nerves and felt much better. I knew I was in trouble (or was
it heaven?) when the two men sat down on either side of me on the bed. Two
firm hands gripped my legs as I tried to stand up and the beer removed from
my hand.
"Now, young man, you just relax and let me and Mr. Curtis show you
what to do," said Mr. Stone in a husky voice. "We aren't going to hurt
you, in fact, we think you really want to join us for a little fun. You
see, we are both married, but women don't understand a man's different
needs. When we're on the road, we like to indulge in a little booze and
release some of our built up lust. Do you know what that means Davey?"
I gulped and nodded yes. I felt Mr. Curtis run his strong hand up
the inside of my thigh. His fingers ran lightly over my khaki slacks and
soon they came to the pounding bulge. His fingertips rubbed lightly over
the bulge causing me to groan. A wet spot formed where my precum had oozed
through my underpants and onto my slacks. His hand slid down and cupped my
balls inside my tight briefs. I moaned at his firm touch and found my head
being turned toward Mr. Stone. I was thrilled when I found him planting a
deep kiss on my tender lips. His moustache tickled as his tongue searched
my mouth. I kissed back hard even though I had never kissed anyone before.
We kissed for a moment and then Mr. Stone let go and I gasped for breath.
Mr. Curtis returned the favor from the other side and his long tongue
swirled around mine and tried to reach down my throat. I was in pure
bliss. My late night dreams were becoming a reality.
Before I knew it, I was standing at the side of the bed as
Mr. Curtis removed my uniform shirt and Mr. Stone was slipping off my shoes
and socks. I closed my eyes and shook a little when I felt Mr. Curtis
unbuckle my belt. He undid the button and my zipper shot down as my
throbbing boy boner pushed outward. My slacks were around my ankles and
Mr. Stone eased them off my feet. I was standing before the two older
gentlemen in just my white BVD underpants and I had a pounding 5-inch
erection jutting out the front of my briefs like the prow of a destroyer.
I quivered as Mr. Curtis began kissing me deeply while Mr. Stone's hands
ran over my smooth chest and belly. I was so scared as I felt his thick
fingers run lightly under the elastic waistband of my underpants. On the
one hand I was terrified at being naked with a boner in front of these men
and at the same time eager with anticipation at my first experience with
older men. Up until now, I had never done anything except masturbate with
some of my friends after school. We would all play strip poker until each
boy got down to his underpants. Then, if you lost you had to beat off in
front the group until you spurted. If you lost twice, you had to beat off
the next guy who lost after you. Now, I was at the mercy of these hot
older studs.
I felt my underpants being slowly pulled down until my hard peter
sprung forth and throbbed painfully in front of me. My tender balls pulled
tight in my scrotum as my briefs slid to my ankles with my slacks. I
stepped out of them as a firm hand gripped my hard shaft and pulled my
foreskin all the way behind the head. A strand of precum oozed out and
fell to the floor. I moaned as hands touched and rubbed me. Mr. Stone
eased me onto my back and his head sunk to my throbbing boner and engulfed
my knob. His tongue swirled around my tip and his moustache tickled me. I
groaned blissfully as his head began to bob up and down my quivering
erection. I was so afraid I was going to spurt my white stuff that I
grabbed his head with both hands. Mr. Stone eased up and smiled at me.
"Davey, that's a fine, sturdy hard on you have there."
I watched as Mr. Curtis began to strip down and eagerly awaited
what came next. Mr. Stone slid off the bed and my erection slapped against
my smooth belly and precum steadily seeped from my wide slit. Mr. Curtis
stripped down to his underpants and I groaned again as he shucked his
undershorts and revealed the cock of my dreams. Mr. Curtis approached the
side of the bed and I stared blatantly at his manly penis. His penis began
to grow steadily and I noticed the base of the shaft was thick and the
length of the shaft began to curve slightly upward. The vein underneath
was very wide at the base and thinned near the end of his shaft just before
his mushroom. Mr. Curtis's knob was still hidden beneath a long foreskin,
but the mushroom looked large beneath the thin layer of foreskin. His
fleshy foreskin narrowed past the knob into a narrow opening.
As the shaft continued to swell, I reached out and stroked his
penis; rolling back the thick foreskin to reveal a fat reddish-purple
mushroom. It was thick with a wide girth. Mr. Curtis moaned as I stroked
him to a full erection. I was in ecstasy as I masturbated the man who
filled my dreams. When it was fully erect, it was probably 7 or 7 and
inches long and the knob was a bright purple.
I slowly beat Mr. Curtis's meat as I watched Mr. Stone remove his
clothes with meticulous precision. He folded each item neatly as I
visually devoured his mature form. He finished undressing and walked back
to the side of the bed with his short thick cock bobbing back and forth
over his fat testicles. When he reached the side of the bed, I reached for
his cock too. I kept stroking Mr. Curtis's cock that was now fully erect
and oozing precum all over my hand and wrist. I occasionally would let go
and rub his heavy balls and make him moan quietly. I turned to Mr. Stone
and let my fingers encircled his short penis. He was about 5 inches long
at most, but the girth was substantial. The old man moaned in pleasure as
my fingers gently gripped his shaft and eased his thick layers of foreskin
back. As the satin smooth skin rolled back behind his head, the knob burst
through and dripped a long strand of precum from his slit. I used my other
hand to smear it around his short shaft and ran my fingers around his big
mushroom shaped helmet. His helmet was wider than mine and was thicker
than his shaft. His knob was cherry red and the precum made it glossy like
a marble.
"Mr. Stone, can I..?"
"Yes son, just use your mouth and do what comes naturally. Damn
Ken, I told you this boy would be sucking my pole didn't I"
"You bet Mil, and I can't wait to feel my member up that tender
young ass of his"
My brain flinched when I heard that. He was going to screw me like
Daddy screwed Mommy at night. My parent's bedroom was next to mine and
after I had gone to bed I would often hear their bedsprings creaking and
the sounds of flesh slapping together. Mommy would moan and groan about
the size of Daddy's "big cock" and Daddy would grunt like a hog as he
humped Mommy. He would really sock it to her as I could hear her moans and
cries of pleasure until she would cry out "I'm cumming dear!" About 5
minutes after that, Daddy would start telling her it was coming and he had
to "shoot." Then, Daddy would make a strangled sound and I knew he was
shooting his white stuff in her. I would usually cum in my underpants or
beat off to try and cum when Daddy spurted in Mommy. Now, Mr. Curtis
wanted to breed my rear end. I was scared but thrilled too.
I turned to Mr. Stone's erection and opened my mouth as wide as
possible to accommodate his thick mushroom. I swiped the steadily drooling
precum from his opening and gloried in the sweet salty taste. He continued
to groan and put his small strong hand on the back of my head. I lowered
my lips around the plump knob and sucked on the helmet. He urged his hips
forward and his sturdy penis filled my mouth. His mushroom was just long
enough to plug the back of my throat. I could hardly breathe, but I loved
it. I moved my tongue along the bottom of his shaft on the thick vein. I
began to bob my head up and down while firmly holding my lips around his
knob. Mr. Stone began to hump his penis in quick, short thrusts into my
mouth. I couldn't believe my senses. I was sucking cock and it was Doc
Adams'!
After a few minutes, I felt Mr. Curtis suck my hard boner into his
mouth and I was in heaven. I sucked on Mr. Stone's hard on for at least 15
minutes as he quietly urged me to keep up the suction and congratulated me
on doing a good job. I was so excited that he thought I was giving good
head. I worked even harder at pulling the white stuff from his balls. I
reveled in the thick shaft spreading my lips and feeling his thick column
of flesh fill my mouth. I loved the sensation I got when his fat balls
tapped my chin and throat. I pulled back and took a quick glance at his
hair-covered balls. His balls were ample and bigger than mine. The sac
hung loosely towards his upper thighs with a thick layer of gray and black
hairs. His balls were egg shaped and I hefted their weight inside the warm
scrotum.
"Now, don't waste a lot of time there son, you just keep using that
tight mouth of yours and you'll get what's inside my testicles soon
enough," teased Mr. Stone gently.
I gurgled a reply around his heavy shaft and kept sucking. I tried
not to concentrate on my own boner getting tongue action from Mr. Curtis.
However, every time I got close, he seemed to know and backed off and
rubbed his fingers under my balls. I let Mr. Stone's cock plop from my
mouth and licked his scrotum and around his balls as I kept up a steady
pumping of his fat penis with my hand. I loved to lick on his heavy balls
while my hand slid his thick foreskin rapidly back and forth over his knob.
With every retraction, the old man would let out a grunt of pleasure that
indicated he was getting close to his climax. I moved back to his penis
and renewed sucking on it with vigor. I wanted the thick cream I knew
would pour out of his balls. I sucked for another five minutes until I
sensed him tensing his stomach and leg muscles. I used my left hand to
hold his foreskin back at the base of his shaft and then quickly bobbed my
head over the knob and shaft behind his helmet. I rubbed his balls and
pressed them up between his legs.
"Damn son, here it comes..oh....ungh...oh...! Ken, I'm going to
spurt now!" crowed the old man as I kept my lips firmly locked behind his
mushroom while my hand jerked the lower part of this shaft.
I felt him begin to shake and his balls pulled up hard to his body
and a heavy rope of his cream landed on my tongue. Another thick spurt
landed on top of it and I swirled the salty cream around his mushroom.
More cream oozed into my mouth for about 5 more seconds and then I let his
penis plop out of my mouth. I used my tongue to lick off the remaining
white fluid from his helmet as Mr. Stone breathed deeply and lay back on
the bed with his hairy chest heaving and a peaceful grin on his face. I
swallowed the white stuff in my mouth and licked my fingers clean. I knelt
on the bed and licked his rapidly shrinking cock and balls clean.
Mr. Curtis used his index finger to swab a line of thick white cum that had
seeped from the corner of my lip and glistening on my chin. He eased the
cum-covered finger into my mouth and I slurped the jism from his strong
finger.
Mr. Stone groaned and raised himself up on his elbows.
"Ken, you better get that boy sucking on your pecker. He's got
some talent."
I felt so proud. I had little experience, but I tried hard and got
him to shoot his sperm into me. Now, I wanted to try a bigger cock like
Mr. Curtis's. I sat on the edge of the bed and stared a bit wide-eyed at
Mr. Curtis's peter. It was definitely bigger than Mr. Stone's and I
licked my lips nervously.
"Um.Mr. Curtis. Are you really going to screw me?"
"Not yet Davey, first I want to feel the inside of that sweet mouth
and your tender throat. Then, I'll make love to you if you want me to,
ok?" he grinned.
I squealed a bit and got on all fours facing the end of the bed. I
spread my lips wide to accommodate Mr. Curtis's thick mushroom. I used my
slender fingers to grasp his shaft and pull the remaining foreskin back
behind his knob. My lips stretched, but just barely got over the shiny
knob that glistened with precum. I tasted very sweet precum oozing onto my
tongue immediately. Mr. Curtis let out a strangled groan and I took that
as a sign of approval. I swallowed more of his shaft into my mouth and
throat. His mature penis instinctively pushed deeper and deeper. I
flinched slightly when I felt Mr. Stone's hands on my rear end. I sucked
harder on the pulsing shaft of meat in my mouth as it sunk in where
Mr. Curtis's 7-inch peter was going to end up. And boy, I could hardly
wait. Mr. Curtis began to slowly hump his hips forward and filling my
throat with his stout erection. I gagged a bit, but held on like a
trooper.
Mr. Stone began to rub a stubby index finger around my hole and I
could feel him reach between my legs and gather precum from my steadily
leaking penis. He rubbed the precum into my opening and began to insert
his finger into my back door. I moaned in a little bit of pain, but warm
pleasure was what began to grow inside me.
"Milburn, tell me this young man's tender boy hole is ready for me
to give him a ride!" crowed Mr. Curtis.
"Ken, I've never seen such a succulent young rear end. You are
going to be in heaven."
My mouth clung to the thick shaft of Mr. Curtis's boner, but he
pulled it out of my mouth with a loud, wet plop. I looked at the
saliva-covered shaft as Mr. Curtis gripped his cock and stroked it slowly a
few times. I was mesmerized as the thin foreskin covered his mushroom and
then grinned as the thick tip popped through the sleeve of skin. My heart
pounded like a hammer in my chest as Mr. Curtis leaned down and kissed me
gently on the lips. His tongue probed deep inside my mouth and swirled
around my inexperienced tongue.
Mr. Stone eased me onto my back and centered me on the bed. He
instructed me to grab behind my knees and I readily complied. I watched in
fascination as Mr. Curtis crawled onto the bed and got between my legs.
His 7-inch erection swayed back and forth between his legs with the
foreskin reclaiming his thick glans. His lime-sized testicles jostled in
his hairy ball sac. Mr. Curtis swiped the precum from his tip and pressed
his index finger into my rear end. I moaned at the intrusion and the sight
of Mr. Stone leaning in to suck Mr. Curtis's boner into his mouth.
Mr. Stone bobbed a few times and then withdrew, leaving Mr. Curtis's cock
covered in saliva. Mr. Curtis then gripped his shaft and pulled the
foreskin all the way back until it was bunched up behind his purple knob.
I was very tense but Mr. Stone quietly told me to relax and just let
Mr. Curtis do the work. Mr. Curtis looked down as he lined up his knob
with my tender opening. His thick knob dilated my opening and I cringed as
it stretched my sphincter muscle. I relaxed in spite of the pain and
gasped as Mr. Curtis's fat mushroom punched past the muscle and two inches
of shaft quickly followed. I thanked the Good Lord for precum as it
lubricated my rear end. Mr. Curtis pushed almost half his manly hard on
into my tunnel and then just held steady. His shaft spread my insides and
I felt a burning sensation and some pain. He told me to relax and just let
his thick column of flesh rest inside me. I looked at where his hairy
belly met my smooth belly and saw my boy boner throbbing in rapid time with
my heart. My precum flowed steadily out and was forming a sticky pool on
my belly. I wanted to cum so bad it hurt, but my mind was preoccupied with
Mr. Curtis taking my virgin ass. Mr. Curtis nodded at me and I cried out
quietly as he steadily plunged the remaining three inches of cock into me.
I reveled in feeling his whole shaft filling my tunnel and my body writhed
in pleasure and a little pain. I could feel his fat balls pressed against
my soft cheeks and felt my own scrotum pressed firmly by Mr. Curtis's
belly. My rear end began to accommodate the hefty erection and felt
Mr. Curtis begin to slowly fuck me. The bed began to squeak and the
headboard began to make a rhythmic thumping against the wall. Mr. Curtis's
strong arms pinned me to the mattress and Mr. Stone watched us with
unmitigated glee. After a few minutes, Mr. Curtis was steadily pounding
into my tender hole. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. He
was pulling almost all 7 inches out back to the mushroom and then slipping
it quickly into my tight chute. I marveled at the sensation of 7 inches of
cock filling my tunnel. The feel of his fat knob plunging deep, followed
by the slap of his scrotum against my cheeks drove me wild. I swear I
could feel the loose foreskin slipping back and forth inside me with each
up and down stroke. My boy peter pulsed with excitement and drooled precum
all over my belly. I had never precum so much. Several times I thought I
was going to spurt, but Mr. Curtis would slow down and gently screw me with
his thick cock. The bed squeaked and creaked with fury as he began to
pound me again. The headboard sounded loud smacking the wall as Mr. Stone
urged Mr. Curtis to keep plowing my boy butt. Soon, Mr. Curtis began to
drip beads of sweat onto me and I knew I couldn't hold back my orgasm much
longer. His fucking became urgent and grunts and moans emerged from his
throat. I had been trying to keep quiet, but my moans became louder. I
told Mr. Stone that I was going to spurt my white stuff and he gave me a
winning grin. The old man slipped his small strong hand between Mr. Curtis
and I and found my boner. Mr. Stone began masturbating me with short rapid
strokes. He tugged my foreskin over my knob repeatedly until my body
thrust hard up into Mr. Curtis and I felt my jism surge through my shaft.
I cried out loud as Mr. Stone yanked back my foreskin and short stroked my
shaft as white boy cum sprang from my slit and hit Mr. Curtis's belly. I
shot at least 5 spurts onto his hairy belly, which promptly dripped off
onto my precum- covered belly and on my penis. I clung to Mr. Curtis's
strong arms and back as my climax finished and my body shivered in
post-coital bliss. The feeling of cumming with a hard mature cock in my
rear end was beyond ecstasy. I came so hard and yet still had the pleasure
of being fucked afterward. Mr. Stone withdrew his hand, which was covered
in white cum and had me lick it off his fingers. Mr. Curtis resumed
drilling me with his fat 7 inches of cock. I looked up when Mr. Curtis
began to mutter something about blowing his load. His thrusts became
frantic and faster than lightning. Suddenly, he leaned back and his
erection popped from my hole causing me to cry out in pain and loss. He
clutched his shiny cock and began beating off frantically. He used his
whole hand to work his loose foreskin rapidly back and forth. He let out a
guttural roar as his mushroom swelled up and ejected a huge spurt of thick,
white, ropy cum. The strand of cum landed on my neck and chin. One, two,
three, four, five thick ropes of his white jism flew out onto my chest and
belly. His next shot landed on my cum-soaked belly and the final two
streamers of white cum oozed through the foreskin and his fingers and
covered my deflated peter. He collapsed on top of me and kissed my madly
on the mouth. The sounds of heavy breathing and sighs of bliss filled the
room. My first night with Mr. Curtis and Mr. Stone was one for the books.
I appreciate any comments you might have. Send to
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I got a call Wednesday afternoon. My brother was going into the
hospital for tests (He has Diabetes). He asked me if I could come out
and watch the place for a while. Could I watch The Place?! The
neighbor's raised Arabians. You're damned right I would! "Anything for
my brother," I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.
When I got there, it was better than I hoped. The neighbor's had taken
two of their horses to a show, and would not be back for a week. I
told him not to worry, and after I got him packed and off, I relaxed a
bit. I figured it was going to be a wonderful couple of days, but I
didn't know that fate had decided to throw a joker at me.
I was planning my first raid on the animals, when I heard some
commotion coming from the stable. A lot of commotion. Larry had warned
me that some punk kid had been sneaking around here. Well, whoever it
was, they were in for a big surprise! I slipped out quietly, and went
across the orchard, down the fields, and down to the barn.
As I made my way to the corral, I saw somebody yelling, and jumping up
and down, and laughing. The horses were running around in circles,
fear in their eyes. There is nothing that makes me madder than
somebody torturing an animal, for no better reason than to have fun.
If you want to have fun at somebody else's expense, get yourself a
slave. He was a young man, fairly well built, with jeans and a shirt.
Not too bad looking. "You shouldn't do that. It frightens the
animals," I said. He whirled, and stared at me. "What the fuck do you
want?" "Just wanted to know who was down here, and what they were
doing..." He reminded me of a weasel. Thin, lithe, and nasty. "Well,
you can just fuck off, Bastard!" "I do not think so," I replied. I have
never understood why people mistake politeness for weakness. "Well,
Muther Fucker, I'm just gonna hafta cut ya!" He grinned, and pulled a
switchblade out of his back pocket. Yep, this kid had an attitude
problem. And Master Jack knew how to take care of such problems.
I waited until he got close enough, then made a move with my left
hand. He swung at it, and was rewarded by my size thirteen boot
slamming into his crotch. He looked like he wanted to puke his balls
up. I took his "toy" away from him, and grabbing a handful of hair,
dragged him over to a fencepost. I slapped him, hard. "You awake,
Stupid?" He opened his eyes, and stared at me. Both hands were still
holding his groin. "That was just a love-tap." I stuck the blade into
the wood, and snapped it off half-way. "You give me any problems, that
will be your neck." I threw the handle into a nearby pond, and grinned
at my new possession. It had been way too long...
That's when he decided to take a swing at me. I dropped his hair,
grabbed his fist, and started squeezing. Five years as a woodcutter,
and another 6 years as a maintenance man, gave me a grip like an steel
vise. I waited until I felt his joints pop, before I let go. "Owwww!
You broke my fuckin' Hand!" I gripped his neck, and pulled him to his
feet. A lead rope sat coiled on the post. I grabbed his arms, and tied
them behind his back in the "Angel-Wing" position, Wrists crossed, and
pulled up tightly against the back, palms pointing up. I then slammed
him into the post, and knocked his legs out, so he sat down, hard. I
slipped a loop around his neck, and another around the post.
"You haven't shaved in a while." I grinned again, and pulled my seven
inch sai out of it's sheath. I put against his dirty face, and pushing
his chin back with one hand, slid it in one, continuous motion across
his jaw. Then, I did the same to the other side. There were a few
nicks, but I wasn't interested in how he felt. The look of sheer
terror in his eyes was very enjoyable, however. "I'll be back in a
moment." Cleaning the blade on his shirt, I stepped through the rail
fence, and slowly, both hands in sight, moved towards the big animal,
inside. He stood, sides heaving, still fearful, but waiting. I talked
quietly, and soothingly to him. He shied away, when I tried to grab
his halter, but allowed me to touch his shoulder.
He was magnificent, all black, and muscular. I had trouble breathing,
I was so filled with lust. I gently rubbed his back, and haunches,
slowly moving to his belly. Rub an animal's belly, and he is yours. He
snorted, but moved his hind-leg, when I touched his sheath. I stroked
it, feeling the outline of his huge cock. He snorted again, when I
moved back and found a pair of orange-sized testicles, hanging down at
least three inches. I took one in my hand, and ducking under his leg,
licked on it. It tasted like dust, and hay, and sweat. I opened my
mouth, and kneeling, sucked on it. The stallion grunted, moving his
legs apart. The ball swelled in my mouth, while I rotated it around
with my tongue. Reluctantly, I let it slide out into my hand, and
lustily attacked the other one in the same manner.
When both testicles were thoroughly coated with spit, I played with
them, and rubbed his sheath with my head. I keep my hair cut short,
and I could feel his cock inside. I moved back. What? "No erection
yet, Big-Boy? Well, We'll just have take care of that. Won't we?" He
snorted, and looked at me with one brown eye. I smiled at him, then
nibbled on the twin folds of skin that hang down on either side of his
cock-holder. Surprisingly, there were clean, and the taste was like
new-mown hay smells. I stuck my tongue inside, and it met the tip of
his dick. I lapped at it, coaxing it out. As he slid all fifteen
inches of sleek, black horse-cock out, I lapped at the shiny flesh. Of
course, I could only lick on half of his dick at one time, but he
didn't mind. When it was fully extended, the hilt, a leather-like ring
of flesh, shone wetly, and the stallion was excited.
I sucked on the huge tip, licking the tasty excretions that trickled
out of his piss-slit. I had to stop myself, or I would have continued
until he came down my throat. But, I was reserving that treat for
someone else. I went out through the fence again, and went over to
where I had hog-tied the young punk. Leaving his hands tied, I lifted
him up, and grabbed his belt. He spat in my face. "Get your fuckin'
Faggy Hands off me, Fuckin' Faggot!" "You are about three ticks from
disappearing off the face if this earth," I snarled, ripping his shirt
off of him like it was made of paper, and jerking his chin up with one
forearm, I slammed a knee into the small of his back, and then grabbed
his pants, and undid the buttons. His briefs looked like a tent.
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"Who's the Faggot?" I stroked his hard-on, then pulled them down too.
I shoved my head into his stomach, and dropped him onto his ass. It
was easy to remove his remaining garments. I grabbed him by the hair,
and jerked him upright. "You also have a dirty mouth. It is about time
somebody washed it out. And I am sure my 'Friend' will be happy to
help." I grabbed his balls, and led him by this convenient 'handle'
through a gate, and into the corral.
Off to one side, in the shade, was a half-buried pole, that was about
three feet tall, and had a piece of plywood nailed to the top. With
one good kick, I knocked the plywood off, and moved it over to one
side. I shoved the kid down to his knees, then crossed his ankles
around the pole, and tied them there, re-tying his hands. I grinned
at him, running my hands through his long hair. "I like long hair. It
gives me something to grab." I jerked his head back, using his
trellises for leverage, tied the handful to his ankles. Now he was in
a kneeling position, with the back of his head just about level with
the top of the pole. Now he had the choice of keeping his mouth open,
or going bald. I then went through the adjoining gate, and brought the
stallion around, who was still quite erect. It almost stepped on him,
as I maneuvered it's mid-section over the sputtering punk. I again ran
my hands over the animal, and down to the gigantic fire-hose, still
seeping pre-cum.
I started sliding my hands over the smooth log. The horse grunted, and
slapped his erection up into his belly, smacking the young man in the
face. It left a shiny trail of pre-cum. "He likes you." The kid tried
to mutter something. I grinned again, and started to jack-off the
animal in earnest. The stallion danced, and the head swelled, as I
gently mauled his ballsack. "It won't be long, now..." The stallion
made a noise like a roar, and his balls lurched upwards. The cock-tip
swelled as the slit opened and fired a shot of horse cum straight into
the punk's mouth. He gagged, and the next splattered across his chin.
It was like trying to hold into a high-pressure hose, made of leather.
I gave it another pull, and more ejaculate spewed out, slamming into
the kid's mouth, and lips, sliding down his throat.
I couldn't take it any longer. Grabbing the animal's flexible cock, I
gnawed on the underside, hollowing my cheeks, as I created a vacuum.
My hand slipped, and half of the fleshy pole slid down my throat. I
couldn't breathe, but I didn't want to. My throat muscles milked his
dick for all their worth, trying to drag it down into my stomach.
Having both hands free, they roamed all over the underside of the
horse, playing with his balls, stroking the remaining length, sliding
across his inner-thighs. Finally, digging my teeth into his cock, I
slid it out, slowly, stripping it of residual spunk. I'd almost
forgotten how good horse cum was. The animal stood, panting, with a
fine layer of sweat on his coat. He looked like a obsidian statue. I
reached between his legs and felt his scrotum. They were quiescent,
but as I rubbed them, slowly filled out again. I went over, got a
bucket of water, took a drink, gave the horse some, and tossed the
rest onto the tied-up jackass.
After a few minutes rest, the stallion seemed willing to resume the
punk's lesson in humility, so I grabbed the still-dripping cock, and
smeared the spatula-like tip over his face, watching it swell with the
contact. More cock-lube seeped out. Wrenching his jaw open, I stuck
the head in his mouth. The stallion whinnied, and jerked his hips. The
punk gagged as a couple of inches slid into his mouth. "Oh, come on! I
can take at least a third of his cock, and you have a bigger mouth
than me..." I shoved his head forward, pushing more thick inches down
his gullet. Damn! This was turning me on! "I'll leave you two love-
birds to get better acquainted." I stroked the animal's forehead,
calming it down. Didn't want him cumming just yet...
I went into the barn, and found a sturdy crate. Tossing it over my
shoulder, I returned to find the kid had taken half of the pole into
his throat. He also had a raging hard-on. I gave it a few jerks,
making him moan around his mouth-and-a-half-full. "I'll take care of
that later." I watched, as the cum-slick cock, pistoned by those
magnificent haunches, moved easily in-and-out of the young man's
mouth.
I dropped my pants, and underwear off to one side, and put the crate
behind the stallion's moving ass. He sniffed the human, who was giving
him so much pleasure, then watched with interest, as I got up behind
him. I always carry a small container of vaseline, for Chapped Lips,
and Dry Cocks, and other things. I rubbed his buttocks for a moment,
then I moved his tail out of the way, and teased his anus with my
thumb. His tail jerked upwards, as I slid a finger's worth of vaseline
into him, and rotated it around. I dropped the jar back into my shirt
pocket, then removed it, and tossed it out of the way. I rubbed my
cockhead against his button-like asshole, then pressed it into the
tight opening. His anus opened slowly, at first pressing inward, then
engulfing the tip. I watched while I slowly went in to the hair, the
hole clinging to my dick.
He snorted, and shook his head. But the only movement he made was to
spread his legs wider, so he could fuck the kid's face better. I
hunched over the animal, to see if I could reach his dick, but no such
luck. I had to be content with rubbing his back and sides, while
smoothly buggered his warm, snug entrance. He continued to hump the
man's mouth, finally settling into a pattern. I pushed in as the
stallion slid his hips back to mine, and I would hear the kid
breathing heavily, then the horse pushed forward again, plowing the
triangular cock-head down into the man under us, while I eased out.
The chain-reaction started when I heard something plop softly into the
ground... Ah, the kid just came... the horse grunted, and his ass
grabbed my cock, like it wanted to eat it. Rhythmically, the animal's
anus pulled on my tool, while I spurted cum into it. Damn, but that
felt good! I came so hard, I had to lay across his rump for a few
minutes. Finally able to move, I got down off the crate, and un-corked
the punk's mouth. He looked half-drowned, his face covered in horse-
spunk. I took my shirt, dipped it in the water trough, and wiped his
face
off. I removed the straps, and let him up. Then I got into my clothes.
"If I catch you bothering the animals again, I will show you what pain
really is." He scampered off, coughing and swearing. I fed the horses,
and went back home. I needed a shower, and a new shirt.
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Party Animal
Hello Marky,
The party I mentioned was in N Beach. The house itself was up on a ridge
on a hill overlooking the ocean; made a nice view of the bay. The house
was owned by a self-proclaimed hair stylist and his partner who always
bragged that he only worked one day a week, 48 hours straight. The house
was quite large. The living room was like an enormous empty cavern, with
only a small table in front of a large couch. There were a few chairs
scattered around the couch, but it all seemed quite naked. This little
furniture collection formed an intimate audience style arranged before a
large projection screen tv that played a normal porno tape, just your
regular suck & fuck film.
The white carpet was covered with a layer of blankets. Small,
"personal" sized cans of Crisco scattered at strategic points of
convenience, making certain that a fist was within reach of a good lube
job.
The group was composed of paired strangers brought together by the hair
stylist and made a rather motley and eclectic gathering. Two guys in
leather, another set blondes, a pair of blacks, two collegiate types and
several skin heads, all in all, a rather nasty looking group.
I noticed the blonde was laying back, pants open, slowly jacking while he
watched the film, seemingly oblivious to the group milling about with
drinks. It seemed quite natural for a guy to jack off in the room while
he enjoyed the fuck film. His pace quickened, and his balls tightened
up. He got to the cusp of shooting his load and his strokes intensified,
I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my mouth and swallowed the boy's
load. We exchanged gratitude and quick smiles; he didn't make a mess
and I like nothing better than to have a guy jack off in my mouth.
A light flickered, the video screen volume came up and a narrator asked
us to take seats. A film began, obviously done inside a very large
barn. Two guys stepped into frame, both quite goodlooking and probably
early 20's. The brunette with the long hair, had his pants already
opened -- he looked like he knew what he was expecting. His buddy
stepped off frame and we heard a voice say, "Ok Tom, now strip naked
boy." And with that he stripped off his blue jeans, shirt and shorts.
He displayed a beautiful body about 20, stood smiling and proud with half
a hardon.
In the background we could hear a horse whiney. Behind Tom was a wooden
"horse" type of table similar to what a carpenter uses but reconfigured
for a better use. It allowed space for a guy to lay on with his cock and
balls hanging through a hole in the top, and restraints at each of the
four legs. There were very large rubber cups that obviously would hold a
horse hoof each.
Tom's partner returned and helped Tom onto the wooden horse, tucking his
cock and balls into the hole, ass up, ankles and wrists bonded to each
appropriate leg. The voice behind the camera gave instructions on
occasion to keep things moving. As the last step, Peter (the partner)
took a rag and rubbed it on Tom's naked ass and hips and cast it to the
side. Finally Tom was strapped securely to the wooden horse, and turned
his head to watch what was approaching.
Peter (the handler) then brought an incredibly beautiful black stallion.
His body gleamed with sweat, his nostrils snorted with passion. The
stallion pranced a bit. The stallion had been well primed with the same
rag that had been rubbed on a mare in heat. The stallion's cock hung
long under his flanks.
Peter brought the horse to Tom -- coaxed the horse into the well-used
rubber cups. The stallion had been here before. Tom pushed his ass back
-- wanting the horse cock desperately. His ass flared opened, red and
wet -- this boy had been primed. He needed preparation to take this
cock.
The huge horse cock rose to a long hard 20 inches. Peter grasped the
base of the cock to control the horse and guided the horse cock to Tom's
open flared-red butt hole. The stallion lunged at the upturned ass,
trying to impale the boy with his huge cock. Peter finally got the head
of the dick at the boy's hole and the huge cock slide about 12 inches
into the boy -- Tom convulsed and was impaled with the huge horse cock.
If it hadn't been for Peter holding the horse cock by the base, the
stallion would have shoved the entire 20 inches of cock up his ass.
The blonde that I had seen earlier, had been watching the black guy open
his pants, take out a huge 9-1/2 cock and lay back slowly stroking while he
watch the boy get horse fucked. The blonde crawled over on his hands and
knees, looked up for approval, got a nod and took the huge cock down his
throat. After a few moments, the guy said, "That's enough sucking, now
lick my boots the same way boy."
And with that the blonde crawled onto the floor, and began licking his
shoes with the same passion he licked the man's black cock. His
beautiful bubble butt turned up in the air. I want to see that butt
naked later I thought.
Turning back to the film, I watched the horse ram fucking the willing
ass, the horse snorted violently, cum shot out of his ass. As the horse
became to calm down, the camera moved in to focus on the horse cock still
inside the boy -- we could see part of a face with dark hair like Peter
-- sucking the horse cum out of Tom's ass. The video went dark.
A side door opened and a man stepped into the room. He stepped onto a
small plastic stage and started to address the group. My attention was
drawn to the side as a whiff of fresh manshit waffed under my nose. The
two collegiate boys were in a far corner. The crew cut guy totally naked
squatted over his partner that laid under him completely clothed. I
could clearly see a long thin rope of brown turd hanging from his asshole
into the boy's mouth. The boy laid on his back quite calm with his
hands folded on his flat tummy. The crew cut said in a gruff low voice,
"Don't move an inch, just eat my shit boy." The turd slowly
disappeared down his mouth as he chewed obediently. He never moved,
didn't open his pants or make a sound -- just obeyed. He ate his
Master's shit.
I returned my attention to the man on the small lite stage. He said we
could take a short break and return to the amusement for the main
attraction.
About 15 minutes later he called us back from our refreshment and
miscellaneous blow jobs. The real personalities had come out. Several
more guys were sporting large slave collars, most had brown stains on
their tongues or fresh piss. During the 15 minute break I watched a guy
get punch fisted -- made for interesting cocktail time.
Our guest was dressed in stained levies, and smelled of strong horse
shit. His voice sounded similar to the voice behind the camera. He said
he wanted us to enjoy ourselves and could take part if we wished.
And with that the door opened again. A young boy about 14 or 15, dressed
in a black silk Japanese-type komona was brought from the side door,
proper small slave collar around his white neck, with a dangling dog
chain to the side, held by his Master. His pure white innocent face
shined above the black silk.
This is Tim, the announcer said. The boy is a willing participant in the
games of the evening. He gestured towards Tim, and the Master stepped
behind him and in one pull, ripped off the silk komona, exposing a naked,
lean, well developed young virgin to be ravished at will. His only
clothing was his dog collar.
He was slowly walked around so that we could all get a close touch and
feel. Not to get too raudy we were warned. You'll have him later.
They returned to the small lite stage and the boy obediently dropped
naked to his hands and knees. The boy's dog chain hung from his neck
and clicked on the floor when he turned his head around to watch the dog,
his Master, enter the room proudly. The lights from under the stage
light his under belly perfectly.
A large german Sheppard was brought in from the side door without a
leash. The Master brought the dog to the boy's upturned ass -- he
sniffed. MMM -- this doggie had been there before! A long pink cock
poked out of the dog sheath, the dog tongued the boy's upturned ass.
Immediately the dog mounted the boy, and started stabbing at the
beautiful white boy ass, trying to find his pink hole. The dog handler
helped guide the now extended hard dog-cock into the boy's body. The
boy pushed back when the dog cock touched his open willing hole. The
animal thrust into his bitch in one shove, taking took over his bitch,
fucking wildly like the animal he is.
My attention was drawn to the black guy on the couch. He was naked when
I turned looked and heard him order the blonde to strip. The boy stood
up as ordered and waited for his instructions. He took his arm, walked
around the couch and then shoved him back into the sofa, lifted his legs
exposing another pink asshole spread wide, waiting to be taken. The
black guy held his 9-1/2 hard cock in hand, with a little lube and impaled
the boy in one stroke down to his pubes. The boy gasped and smile,
spreading his legs more while the black guy fucked him with the same
passion the dog fucked the boy on stage. An unforgettable image of
watching that huge black cock slide into that white round ass.
I looked back to the stage and could see from the well lit position the
dog knot had begun to grow -- and the dog fucked with wild animal
abandon, harder and harder. Finally we heard the boy groan -- and saw
the knot disappear into his beautiful tight ass. The Master was locked
to his bitch.
Again the door opened and a second man brought out a black lab --
prancing proudly. The lab was brought to the front of the boy. Without
hesitation, the dog jump on his shoulders, poking his already hard cock
towards the boy's open mouth. I could easily see the angelic innocent
pure white face eagerly open his mouth and take the dog cock and suck
greedily. He loved blowing the dog cock.
We watched in passion and rapture as the boy sucked off the black lab
while his tender ass was getting well fucked with a huge Sheppard cock.
Finally the Sheppard stopped pumping, wanting to be free, but was locked
to the boy's ass. The dog turned and tried to drag the helpless boy
back -- he could only move with his Master. Cum dripped out of his the
corner of mouth and asshole.
The collegiate boy stood next to me still fully dressed, he wore a touch
of brown stain around his lips like a badge of honor. He literally
drooled watching the boy get fucked. I finally asked, "Hot isn't
it?" To which he responded, "I sure would like to clean that up." I
looked at his master with a questioned face and he nodded to the boy. At
that moment the boy dashed across the room, slide under the boy-dog fuck
combo and drank the dog cum and boy juices dripping out of his open ass
with great relish.
A huge bear of a man approached me, looked me in the eyes - I thought he
was going to tear me apart or rape me. Instead, he dropped to his knees,
slowly and very gently opened my pants, took out my hard cock and began
to blow me. There was a hot guy on each side occupying my hands and
fingers while I alternately stroked cock and finger butt hole.
The rest of the evening turned into a blur of a long shadowed orgy. Even
for breakfast I fucked a guy on the table.
No he was talking to a caddy who had cornered against the wall of a building with a pitchfork.
Helms Blocks Web Radio Royalty Deal in Senate
.07 cents per listener per song -- due to take effect on Sunday -- could drive many of them out of business, because their royalty bills would exceed revenues from advertising or other sources.
Fri Oct 18, 8:02 PM ET
By Peter Kaplan
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - A senior Republican senator has held up passage of a bill that would have lowered the royalty fees that small Webcasters pay to stream music over the Internet.
Only days before Webcasters are due to begin making royalty payments, Sen. Jesse Helms, a North Carolina Republican, on Thursday night blocked legislation designed to ease the financial impact on small Webcasters.
The bill already had support of industry players and approval of the House of Representatives. But an aide to Helms said Webcasters in North Carolina complained that the terms were still too onerous.
"The small Webcasters that we heard form in North Carolina did not feel like they had been part of discussions," said Joe Lanier, Helms's aide. "They were concerned that even under this bill they would not be able to survive."
With the legislation on hold, Webcasters will have to start making the higher, retroactive royalty payments by Oct. 20 to musicians and record labels.
But late on Friday, small Webcasters got a temporary break from the higher fees from SoundExchange, a division of the Recording Industry Association of America (news - web sites) that collects royalties for recording copyright owners.
Eligible small Webcasters can avoid a per-performance fee and instead may pay a $500 annual fee, starting Oct. 21, for each year or part of a year they have been in operation since 1998, SoundExchange said in a statement.
That arrangement will stand until Congress acts on the pending legislation, SoundExchange said.
Among the objectors to the bill were two prominent religious broadcasters and a classical music station, Lanier said. They told Helms that the long-term precedent that would be set by the agreement was worse than having to pay higher royalty rates in the short term, Lanier said.
The Senate recessed on Thursday night and is not scheduled to reconvene until Nov. 12.
Helms was hoping to get the two sides to negotiate better terms for Webcasters by the time the Senate returns, Lanier said.
"We certainly hope that some sort of fair arrangement can be worked out," Lanier said.
The legislation would have allowed small operators to pay a percentage of their revenues or expenses, rather than a flat per-song royalty rate set by the Library of Congress (news - web sites) in June.
Smaller Webcasters had protested that the flat rate of
But the hold-up provoked a terse reaction from one of the bill's key backers, Sen. Patrick Leahy, a Vermont Democrat.
"I share the disappointment of Webcasters and many content providers that an anonymous hold prevented the Senate from passing this bill before the Oct. 20 deadline," Leahy said in a statement.
Leahy said the royalty issue had become "difficult in the extreme," but he urged both sides to continue negotiating.
The industry-brokered deal had won approval from the House of Representatives last week.
Under the terms of the deal, small Webcasters would pay a percentage of their revenues for broadcasts between 1998 and the end of 2002, increasing to 10 percent over the next two years, or 12 percent if the station's revenues exceeded $250,000.
Alternatively, Webcasters would pay 5 percent of their expenses for the 1998-2002 period and 7 percent over the next two years, if that amount was greater.
The deal only applies to Webcasters who will have taken in less than $1 million in total from 1998 until the end of this year. The revenue cap increases to $500,000 in 2003 and $1.25 million in 2004.
Larger Webcasters, such as America Online and Clear Channel Communications were not included in the agreement and will pay the previously set rate starting on Oct. 20.
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