It's truly sad that the world has to be in this state.
Imagine what our children's children will think of us when they'll learn of history of the net and it turns out that it was populated by sexual deviants.
Abandon hope
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When will you people learn this: PEOPLE DO NOT EXPLODE IN SPACE!
Yeah, they do die horribly. However, unless they've got a bomb strapped to their body and a detonator switch in their hand so that the convulsions (due to the lack of oxygen) will trigger it, they will not explode.
And just how would HIS money help buying anti AIDS drugs? If he has paid his taxes then he should have no problems with going to space using HIS OWN MONEY.
What the hell is wrong with you guys? Tentacle rapes and sick, twisted sex.
Whatever happened to the good old comics like the original Superman from 1940s? The hero should be helping people, smashing evil criminal syndicates and even saving battered housewives.
Now all the comic heroes are either borderline psychotic (like the new Batman) or just fucked up (Lobo).
They are rich because they've contributed to the society in several ways instead of just abusing it. First of all their sociological and cultural value: they are smart. Society desperately needs more smart people. Secondly, since they are rich it means that they probably have a business and if they have a business, they are creating new jobs and wealth.
I say the richer you are the more rewards you should get from the government. Perhaps seeing that would get all those black welfare slackers off their butts and do something. Oh well, one can dream...
"Squalid state physics," Murray Gell-Mann, discoverer of the quark, dubbed it. Others dismiss it as "dirt physics."
Jesus Christ what arrogance!
Solid State Physics has contributed to our everyday life more than the esoteric and pretty much useless elementary particle physics which, by the way, steals absurd amounts of money from the practical fields of physics.
Because it's important to know more and more. Besides Maxwell's shit won't work soon in the nanoscale electronic circuits. Better dig out quantum physics book, engineer-boy, or face unemployment.
I just heard a report that a well known homophobe was found today dead in his home somewhere. Nobody really cared that he was found dead. Apparently, he has been there for weeks and no body noticed. One of his neighbors was quoted as saying:
"I thought there was a strange smell coming from his house, but I just figured it was one of those candles those latent homosexuals living in denial like so much. I don't really care that he died, maybe that will keep his little dog quiet. Well, I am off to celebrate, now that there is one less gay basher in the world."
I am sure that no one (except CmderTaco) at slashdot will miss him. As he has contributed nothing but the further spread of stupidity in society.
American forces in Afghanistan will be betrayed and routed by the joint forces of the Northern Alliance and Taliban.
Iraq will send seven million men of their God's army against Israel. Countering this move will pin down all Israel forces and most of the American resources in the region.
China will move against Taiwan, occupying the island. American forces are spread too thin to respond.
There are other caveats, as well - but at least it's a start. I wonder what happens after he has his home filled with rented dead boys and the monthly fee goes up to $199.95/month? Pay up, or lose it all...
Not a cute monkey mind you, but a strong monkey, a good 45 pound spider
monkey, lean and mean. My limbs are incredibly long, all sinew and tight
muscle. I EAT cute little TV and organ-grinder monkeys. I'm a mean,
wild, strong male spider monkey.
And I wait.
I follow him easily. In the noisy city he can't hear me as I brachiate
through the few trees that line the street outside his spacious condo. I
take to the building facades when necessary, deftly keeping pace with my
quarry, my obsession. The trim black hat is easy to track, not least of
which since his movements are so predictable. Some days I fly ahead,
perching on a cornice to wait for him to catch up. I catch site of him
two blocks away. I watch with growing excitement as he approaches. The
face crystalizes below the hat as he approaches and I sway anxiously as he
gets closer. The round full cheeks, well lined...the small dark
eyes...the short neck...all are seen and quickly passed over as I stare at
the Nose.
Yes, the Nose. The object of my fascination: so large and round, those
huge, hair-rimmed nostrils. I feel my small monkey penis begin to stir.
I scramble around the corner as he passes, staring at the Nose as best I
can. My monkeyhood is definitely rigid now, a burning red lance that begs
me for gratification NOW, but I force myself to go on, following my quarry
up the final block to the condo. I stop, rewarding myself with a few
tentative whacks while he fumbles his keys out and lets himself into the
lobby, heading for the small courtyard within.
The courtyard. It is time.
I scramble up the wall and hurl myself onto the roof, twisting to keep my
turgid monkeymember clear of the stonework and run awkwardly in a
fourlegged crab gait across the asphalt roof to the open courtyard
within. He's just entering now. Crossing the brick walk towards the
private entrance on the other side. And he is alone. I must do it now.
NOW! I throw myself into the air with a shriek, crashing into the big oak
below and thrashing my way down, straight towards him. He starts at my
shrill cry of lust, whirls around in fear and stumbles as he backs away
and he finally SEES me and the eyes go wide as I leap the final distance
and spread my limbs and THUD! I land right on top of him! I slam into his
face staggering him back against the wall as I shriek again and wrap my
spindly arms and legs around his head, digging my nails into his tender
skin as my hips begin their uncommanded gyrations, my burning hot monkey
love-stick beating his face and finally, with a gasp of triumph, it hits
home! My monkey-tool quickly fills the nostril and my slimy monkey pre-cum
lubricates it easily after the first dozen dry thrusts, my shrieks of
pleasure drowning his frantic cries of suprise and alarm. I thrust
harder, HARDER, my primal monkey lust driving me to an ever increasing
frenzy of pure animal nostril fucking.
He falls back against the wall again, his screams muffled by my dense ass
fur and the base of my tail as my swollen balls beat a pounding staccatto
rythymn on his upper lip. His hands flail on my back and sides in a vain
attempt to pry me loose, but I just dig my nails deeper into the back of
his neck. My eyes have long since stopped to register anything as I
mercilessly wail my monkey-club into his nostrils. I switch often, a
dozen quick thrusts to the left, then a dozen more to the right. My furry
asss is a blur and my open mouth drools onto the top of his bald head, the
hat long lost. Faster, Faster, I feel the end, oh god the Nose is so damn
good, no monkey bitch was EVER like this, oh god, I feel it, I feel...
AAAHHHHHH!! I bite down hard as I blast a wad of monkey-gut into the
nostril, feverishly pumping the last of my primate lust into that famous
Nose.
He has stopped struggling, stopped screaming. I withdraw quickly,
launching from his shoulders back to the lower limb of the oak and turn to
see him collapse onto the walkway. His face is a mess. His cheeks are
smeared with blood. It drips off his chin onto his now-crumpled white
shirt. Two wide streams of blood, thinned now with monkey-spunk, run over
his lips and into his mouth. But I really see only the Nose. So
brutalized, it's as red as my now-shrivelled monkey-piston. Battered and
bruised, but still magnificent. I catch my breath, only for a few seconds
though, then I'm off.
Up onto the roof, I am soon lost into the urban jungle to finally rest and
recover from my spent passions. I am content, for now. For now. But
soon enough, I'll be back. To watch, at first. To follow. To admire
that sexiest of all noses. And, eventually, to sate my all-encompassing
monkey-lust. It is always this way, but he is always there. He always
knows I'm coming back. I think, sometimes, that he waits with the same
growing excitement as I do...
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With one hand in my pocket I was rubbing my hardon and with the other I was trying to flag down a cab, all up it'd been a lousy night.
Being 29 years old I made a point to avoid the clubs but I didn't mind the pubs. I didn't have the kind of body gay guys seem to go for, the muscle in my arms and legs was their but it didn't have that self-consciousness about it, it was just everyday muscle, nothing special and lacking any real definition due to the ever increasing body fat. I didn't give a fuck really, I had pale white skin and maybe too much hair in some places and not enough in others but I always thought I wasn't that bad to look at, besides I was a decent kind of guy so if that was a problem well, fuck em'. At least that's what my geek compound friends and other Slashdot folk tend to tell me.
Feeling light headed from the beers I'd drank at the pub I'd let my friend Jon grope me between two cars in the parking lot, both of us had worked up decent stiff poles in our trousers and it'd seemed only natural to make our way back to my flat across town. I was just about to suggest we make a move when a woman's voice yelled out across the lot 'Jon, we've gotta go NOW! I know you're out there. I just hope you're not molesting some misunderstood geek guy 'cos I sure as hell am not gonna bail you out this time!'. Turned out Jon had been drinking with his sister and two friends at a pub nearby and his sister had met an ex-boyfriend and started carrying on about some bullshit in their past. I really didn't give a fuck about all that but Jon reluctantly said he had to go because of some fuckin' reason or other. By then it was getting onto 2:00 a.m, the bars were closing up and I couldn't handle going to a club so with my hardon straining against the fly of my khaki's I made my way out to the street and started searching for a cab. Absentmindedly I rubbed my cock through the lining of my pockets and ran through my mind the things I'd hoped to be doing with that guy Jon before the whole plan was shot to hell by his sister.
After 15 minutes I hadn't seen one cab that wasn't booked or full, the frustration was building up in me and so all I wanted to do was get home and jack off as a release. As I was trying to see through the traffic if the cab half a block down was trying to do a U-turn towards me another cab must've seen my hand raised as it glided to a stop next to me. The driver leant forward and looked at me "where you going?" He'd driven up so fast I hadn't seen him so with a jerk of my arm I pulled my hand out of my pocket, leaning forward to hide the rise in my trousers I gave him my address. With a barely noticeable glance at my crotch the driver nodded his head and told me to get in. "You very lucky, I just start work for tonight. You my first fare" "Yeah, great. I've been trying for twenty minutes" We'd pulled out into the street but in this part of town, at this time of night it wasn't long before we ground to a halt in the heavy traffic. The driver was an Arab guy, the ID on the dash gave his name as Ahmed, from the street lights I could see he was early to mid thirties, even so his moustache and unshaven face had the light covering I'd usually associate with a younger guy. As he looked around us and muttered about the traffic I had a chance to see his face, his full looking lips had a slight glint of saliva on them, his skin was dark and I could just make out some slight old acne scars - I try to avoid generalising but his nose, eyebrows and the thick but cut short black curly hair were what I'd call Arab looking.
He wasn't skinny, I wouldn't call him fat but he was solid, it was obvious someone must of fed him well and regularly. He was a good looking guy but as with most middle eastern blokes I always assume they're straight so I turned and looked out the opposite window. A few times he half heartedly blew the cabs horn but as we inched along the crowded street it soon became obvious to him that no matter what we weren't going anywhere in a hurry. With a barely audible sigh he relaxed in his seat and accepted the wait. As I looked out the window at the other cars and pedestrians I could feel the driver looking at me, with a small cough I shifted in my seat and pretended not to know. I wasn't in a talking mood and I didn't wanna hear his gripes about the traffic.
"Where you been tonight?" he asked.
"Maloney's". Looking at him as he nodded his head I guessed he knew that this pub got alot of gay men in it. "Now you go home alone"
"Yeah. It was going well but he had to leave" Making it known that it was men I was into I felt my flaccid cock shift slightly in my briefs.
"Did you touch his cock?" This question shocked me, so damn direct but I wasn't gonna complain. I wasn't sure if he was interested or subtly taunting a guy he assumed was some western slut - stereotypes kind of figure loud in first meetings. 'Fuck it' I thought to myself I'll play along either way. "I was just about to but he had to leave"
"Did you touch his arse?" "Yeah, I got my hand down the back of his trousers" This was crap, I didn't get that far but the glint in Ahmed's eyes made a few lies worth it.
"Then what did you do?" "I rubbed one of his arse cheeks and ran my finger along the edge of his crack" "This men's arse is like a cunt to you?"
"Yep. Anything you do with a cunt I do with a man's arse"
By now Ahmed wasn't bothered by the traffic, shifting his thighs on the beaded seat cover, I could tell he was trying to adjust his own stiffening cock. Raising my hips slightly I made it clear that I was enjoying this conversation, my dick had stiffened at an awkward angle so the tent in my trousers was uncomfortable but for the moment I decided not to use my hand to adjust it.
"Do you lick these men's arse?"
"Only if they're clean, if they are I kiss their puckered hole"
At the same time we adjusted our cocks as they strained against the fabric of our trousers. I didn't know how far Ahmed would want to take this but I was going to push it as much as I could.
"Do you let them finger your hole?"
"If they lick it first, yeah I do"
"Do you put your finger in their arse?"
"Yeah, I..."
The loud prolonged beeping horn of the car behind us made it clear that the traffic was moving. With his stiff cock tenting his black trousers Ahmed momentarily concentrated on the road, coming up to an intersection we turned left and headed towards one of the main roads that wove through the quieter commercial part of town. Their was few cars on these roads so I could divert Ahmend's attention. Leaning over to him I tentatively rubbed at the rock solid bulge in his trousers, with a throaty moan he shifted his crotch so it pressed against the palm of my hand. Getting my hand under his slightly overhanging stomach I undid his belt and pulled his zipper down, lifting his arse out of his chair allowed me to pull his trousers down until they rested on his thick, dark and hairy thighs. His white y-front briefs strained and jutted into the air, through the slightly damp fabric I rubbed firmly on his meaty, heavy erection, the outline of the head of his cock was clearly visible through the fabric.
Rubbing my thumb on the growing wet spot in the fabric over his piss slit I used my other hand to slide down his back until the tips brushed against the waistband of his briefs. Once again Ahmed lifted his heavy arse out of his seat, I guided my hand down the back of his briefs and rubbed at the light covering of course hair that trailed down his spine into his arse crack.
Ahmed groaned deeply as my fingers began to journey down his sweaty arse crack, the clammy sweat between his cheeks spread across my palm...
"Oaahh...Ahmed, I wanna lick ya' arse..."
With a sudden swerve of the cab Ahmed drove down a side street between two darkened office blocks, gliding into a an empty car park we jolted to a stop. Ahmed kicked off his shoes, roughly took his trousers off then in one quick clumsy move he lent over the drivers seat, pushed his arse towards my face and lifting the shirt tail of his blue cab uniform offered his arse to me. His heavy arse was still covered by his large white y-fronts, two heavy mounds of flesh just inches from my face, by the light from the car park it wasn't hard to make out the dampness along the fabric over his crack. Hooking my fingers under his waistband I slid his briefs down to reveal two dark arse cheeks, the heady, musky aroma filled my nostrils as I breathed deep to experience the smell of a man's arse. Coarse hair lightly covered the cheeks, growing thicker along his crack I noticed that it thinned out closer to his puckered hole. Ahmed had began to slowly but strongly pound his stiff cock and rub it into the beaded seat cover...
"You lick my hole now"
As he said these words his slightly puffy arse lips twitched and contracted, spreading each hand over an arse cheek I lowered my face into the steamy, sweaty crevice. The clean, musky spiciness of his crack got me blinking my eye's trying to focus on the beauty of this Arab arse, lowering my lips onto the hole, the puckering arse lips met mine and I ground them into his hole.
Ahmed's whole body jumped forward in ecstasy, the cab filled with the sounds of his groans and deep guttural sighs as I wiped my lips across this hidden opening, they soon became moist from the lust fuelled sweat that poured from Ahmed's skin. The dark hairs along his crack rasped against my cheeks as I began to push my tongue onto his hole, the clean exotic taste flowed through my body as my tongue slid across the top of the twitching flesh. Making small jabs of my tongue I managed to easily get my tongue past his arse ring until the hot muscle of his bowels squeezed tightly against this intruding tongue, pumping quickly I managed to work up spit which I pushed over my lips onto Ahmed's hole. Pushing it into his chute I could feel it relax and soften...
"Oh man...oh man....ooahhh...lick me out...eat me...."
Bringing my finger closer to his hole I took a couple of sloppy licks until they glistened with spit, resting my middle finger against his arse lips I began to push it against his hole....
"Ahmed...push out...push out"
Ahmed got the message and his arse lips grew and opened slightly, welcoming my finger as I rammed and burrowed into the warm, softness of his arse. With every thrust of my finger Ahmed's head rose in a grunt, pushing his arse closer to me I knew he wanted more so I slipped the second finger past his ring into the depth of his bowels.
"You fuck my arse. You fuck me" Pulling my two fingers out of Ahmed's moist, smooth hole I wiped them on his slowly humping arse cheeks. Fumbling wildly at my zipper I wrenched my trousers down and hoisted my rock hard cock from out of my briefs, Ahmed looked back and smiled lustfully as he saw my circumcised cock head jutting out from my fist. I spat and dribbled onto my palm and slathered my cock shaft until it glistened in the street lights. Ahmed reached back and pulled his arse cheeks apart, strained his arse so it opened and contracted greedily, guiding my cock head onto his hole his twitching arse lips seemed to want to suck my shaft into his hot Arab tunnel.
Placing the head onto his opening, I leaned forward, grab Ahmed's shoulder and pulled myself hard against his body, my cock head initially strained and pushed against the hole. Ahmed let out a groan of pain, lust and desire, grunting like an animal my cock head popped past his arse opening muscle then quickly I slid into his body, inching my way up his hole I watched as my cock shaft sunk between the dark hairs of this beautiful Arab. Riding and humping his body my cock prodded against the warm bowel muscles, digging deep into his guts as he pummeled at his cock, Ahemd's groans and grunts grew louder and faster my heavy pale thighs slapped sweatily against his upturned arse cheeks. The heat and musky aroma of cock digging into a man's arse rose up from our bodies and filled the cab the unmistakable smell of men's sweat.
"Uh...huh...huh..." I could tell Ahmeds was close and from the way my taught shrunken balls nestled between his cheeks I knew I was close to. Deep inside his arse I felt the head of my cock tingle and harden even more...."ah...ah...Ahmed....I'm close....man....ah" With a glistening wet brow Ahmed looked over his shoulders into my eye's, glassy with lust he asked me to cum on his back..."blow your cum...on...my shirt....huh....huh". I was close. I was close....this fuckin' hot arab arse...."whoa...whoa...whoa".
Suddenly Ahmed's whole body started to shake and buck "o...o...o...huh...huh..huh...huhhhhhh" His cumming cock blew his load hard against the seat....yanking my cock from his hole I had just enough time to start pumping at the greasy shaft...."ah...ah...ahh...ah...ahhh" ribbons of white cum shot out of my piss slit, splattering wildly across Ahmed's back it wasn't long before the blue fabric was coated in wild, wet strings of cum, soaking into the fabric his shirt clung to his body as the sweat and the cum plastered his uniform...still holding my slimy, arse sweat covered cock I grabbed at Ahmed's shirt tail and wiped the softening shaft clean...leaning forward into his wet back we both took long deep breaths of satisfaction. Ahmed's heavy body heaved under mine until our breathing was in unison....I did end up in the right place tonight.
Slashdot Mirror
Imagine what our children's children will think of us when they'll learn of history of the net and it turns out that it was populated by sexual deviants.
And the life is getting more pathetic day by day.
Not true.
I've got a dual AthlonXP 1.46 GHz and a 10 krpm SCSI drive in a miditower.
Now that is a spaceheater!
Yet he won't get rid off this form of censorship and embrace open and frank discussion?
When will you people learn this: PEOPLE DO NOT EXPLODE IN SPACE!
Yeah, they do die horribly. However, unless they've got a bomb strapped to their body and a detonator switch in their hand so that the convulsions (due to the lack of oxygen) will trigger it, they will not explode.
And just how would HIS money help buying anti AIDS drugs? If he has paid his taxes then he should have no problems with going to space using HIS OWN MONEY.
You'd let your kids learn their values from comic books like Lobo?
Don't forget the complete absence of little hairless eager-to-please boys he likes so much.
Poles can be nasty but you can get around integrating them by using residues.
If I had surplus money I sure as hell wouldn't use it to do what the government is already supposed to do with all the tax money they're collecting.
To quote Oscar Wilde: "Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious."
Whatever happened to the good old comics like the original Superman from 1940s? The hero should be helping people, smashing evil criminal syndicates and even saving battered housewives.
Now all the comic heroes are either borderline psychotic (like the new Batman) or just fucked up (Lobo).
They are rich because they've contributed to the society in several ways instead of just abusing it. First of all their sociological and cultural value: they are smart. Society desperately needs more smart people. Secondly, since they are rich it means that they probably have a business and if they have a business, they are creating new jobs and wealth.
I say the richer you are the more rewards you should get from the government. Perhaps seeing that would get all those black welfare slackers off their butts and do something. Oh well, one can dream...
Jesus Christ what arrogance!
Solid State Physics has contributed to our everyday life more than the esoteric and pretty much useless elementary particle physics which, by the way, steals absurd amounts of money from the practical fields of physics.
Because it's important to know more and more. Besides Maxwell's shit won't work soon in the nanoscale electronic circuits. Better dig out quantum physics book, engineer-boy, or face unemployment.
I just heard a report that a well known homophobe was found today dead in his home somewhere. Nobody really cared that he was found dead. Apparently, he has been there for weeks and no body noticed. One of his neighbors was quoted as saying: "I thought there was a strange smell coming from his house, but I just figured it was one of those candles those latent homosexuals living in denial like so much. I don't really care that he died, maybe that will keep his little dog quiet. Well, I am off to celebrate, now that there is one less gay basher in the world." I am sure that no one (except CmderTaco) at slashdot will miss him. As he has contributed nothing but the further spread of stupidity in society.
American forces in Afghanistan will be betrayed and routed by the joint forces of the Northern Alliance and Taliban.
Iraq will send seven million men of their God's army against Israel. Countering this move will pin down all Israel forces and most of the American resources in the region.
China will move against Taiwan, occupying the island. American forces are spread too thin to respond.
It's probably Taco who has managed to lure yet another victim for a heavy Taco-Snotting session.
There are other caveats, as well - but at least it's a start. I wonder what happens after he has his home filled with rented dead boys and the monthly fee goes up to $199.95/month? Pay up, or lose it all...
Rent boys over the net
I won't visit sites that use it simply out of the principle that unless you can't do it with plain old text, you should not put it on the web at all.
If software fails because of the given name, there's no hope for humanity.
I have this recurring fantasy.
I'm a monkey.
Not a cute monkey mind you, but a strong monkey, a good 45 pound spider
monkey, lean and mean. My limbs are incredibly long, all sinew and tight
muscle. I EAT cute little TV and organ-grinder monkeys. I'm a mean,
wild, strong male spider monkey.
And I wait.
I follow him easily. In the noisy city he can't hear me as I brachiate
through the few trees that line the street outside his spacious condo. I
take to the building facades when necessary, deftly keeping pace with my
quarry, my obsession. The trim black hat is easy to track, not least of
which since his movements are so predictable. Some days I fly ahead,
perching on a cornice to wait for him to catch up. I catch site of him
two blocks away. I watch with growing excitement as he approaches. The
face crystalizes below the hat as he approaches and I sway anxiously as he
gets closer. The round full cheeks, well lined...the small dark
eyes...the short neck...all are seen and quickly passed over as I stare at
the Nose.
Yes, the Nose. The object of my fascination: so large and round, those
huge, hair-rimmed nostrils. I feel my small monkey penis begin to stir.
I scramble around the corner as he passes, staring at the Nose as best I
can. My monkeyhood is definitely rigid now, a burning red lance that begs
me for gratification NOW, but I force myself to go on, following my quarry
up the final block to the condo. I stop, rewarding myself with a few
tentative whacks while he fumbles his keys out and lets himself into the
lobby, heading for the small courtyard within.
The courtyard. It is time.
I scramble up the wall and hurl myself onto the roof, twisting to keep my
turgid monkeymember clear of the stonework and run awkwardly in a
fourlegged crab gait across the asphalt roof to the open courtyard
within. He's just entering now. Crossing the brick walk towards the
private entrance on the other side. And he is alone. I must do it now.
NOW! I throw myself into the air with a shriek, crashing into the big oak
below and thrashing my way down, straight towards him. He starts at my
shrill cry of lust, whirls around in fear and stumbles as he backs away
and he finally SEES me and the eyes go wide as I leap the final distance
and spread my limbs and THUD! I land right on top of him! I slam into his
face staggering him back against the wall as I shriek again and wrap my
spindly arms and legs around his head, digging my nails into his tender
skin as my hips begin their uncommanded gyrations, my burning hot monkey
love-stick beating his face and finally, with a gasp of triumph, it hits
home! My monkey-tool quickly fills the nostril and my slimy monkey pre-cum
lubricates it easily after the first dozen dry thrusts, my shrieks of
pleasure drowning his frantic cries of suprise and alarm. I thrust
harder, HARDER, my primal monkey lust driving me to an ever increasing
frenzy of pure animal nostril fucking.
He falls back against the wall again, his screams muffled by my dense ass
fur and the base of my tail as my swollen balls beat a pounding staccatto
rythymn on his upper lip. His hands flail on my back and sides in a vain
attempt to pry me loose, but I just dig my nails deeper into the back of
his neck. My eyes have long since stopped to register anything as I
mercilessly wail my monkey-club into his nostrils. I switch often, a
dozen quick thrusts to the left, then a dozen more to the right. My furry
asss is a blur and my open mouth drools onto the top of his bald head, the
hat long lost. Faster, Faster, I feel the end, oh god the Nose is so damn
good, no monkey bitch was EVER like this, oh god, I feel it, I feel...
AAAHHHHHH!! I bite down hard as I blast a wad of monkey-gut into the
nostril, feverishly pumping the last of my primate lust into that famous
Nose.
He has stopped struggling, stopped screaming. I withdraw quickly,
launching from his shoulders back to the lower limb of the oak and turn to
see him collapse onto the walkway. His face is a mess. His cheeks are
smeared with blood. It drips off his chin onto his now-crumpled white
shirt. Two wide streams of blood, thinned now with monkey-spunk, run over
his lips and into his mouth. But I really see only the Nose. So
brutalized, it's as red as my now-shrivelled monkey-piston. Battered and
bruised, but still magnificent. I catch my breath, only for a few seconds
though, then I'm off.
Up onto the roof, I am soon lost into the urban jungle to finally rest and
recover from my spent passions. I am content, for now. For now. But
soon enough, I'll be back. To watch, at first. To follow. To admire
that sexiest of all noses. And, eventually, to sate my all-encompassing
monkey-lust. It is always this way, but he is always there. He always
knows I'm coming back. I think, sometimes, that he waits with the same
growing excitement as I do...
My night out
Copyright (C) 2001 CmdrTaco
Permission is granted to copy, distribute and/or modify this document under the terms of the GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.1 or any later version published by the Free Software Foundation
--
With one hand in my pocket I was rubbing my hardon and with the other I was trying to flag down a cab, all up it'd been a lousy night.
Being 29 years old I made a point to avoid the clubs but I didn't mind the pubs. I didn't have the kind of body gay guys seem to go for, the muscle in my arms and legs was their but it didn't have that self-consciousness about it, it was just everyday muscle, nothing special and lacking any real definition due to the ever increasing body fat. I didn't give a fuck really, I had pale white skin and maybe too much hair in some places and not enough in others but I always thought I wasn't that bad to look at, besides I was a decent kind of guy so if that was a problem well, fuck em'. At least that's what my geek compound friends and other Slashdot folk tend to tell me.
Feeling light headed from the beers I'd drank at the pub I'd let my friend Jon grope me between two cars in the parking lot, both of us had worked up decent stiff poles in our trousers and it'd seemed only natural to make our way back to my flat across town. I was just about to suggest we make a move when a woman's voice yelled out across the lot 'Jon, we've gotta go NOW! I know you're out there. I just hope you're not molesting some misunderstood geek guy 'cos I sure as hell am not gonna bail you out this time!'. Turned out Jon had been drinking with his sister and two friends at a pub nearby and his sister had met an ex-boyfriend and started carrying on about some bullshit in their past. I really didn't give a fuck about all that but Jon reluctantly said he had to go because of some fuckin' reason or other. By then it was getting onto 2:00 a.m, the bars were closing up and I couldn't handle going to a club so with my hardon straining against the fly of my khaki's I made my way out to the street and started searching for a cab. Absentmindedly I rubbed my cock through the lining of my pockets and ran through my mind the things I'd hoped to be doing with that guy Jon before the whole plan was shot to hell by his sister.
After 15 minutes I hadn't seen one cab that wasn't booked or full, the frustration was building up in me and so all I wanted to do was get home and jack off as a release. As I was trying to see through the traffic if the cab half a block down was trying to do a U-turn towards me another cab must've seen my hand raised as it glided to a stop next to me. The driver leant forward and looked at me "where you going?" He'd driven up so fast I hadn't seen him so with a jerk of my arm I pulled my hand out of my pocket, leaning forward to hide the rise in my trousers I gave him my address. With a barely noticeable glance at my crotch the driver nodded his head and told me to get in. "You very lucky, I just start work for tonight. You my first fare" "Yeah, great. I've been trying for twenty minutes" We'd pulled out into the street but in this part of town, at this time of night it wasn't long before we ground to a halt in the heavy traffic. The driver was an Arab guy, the ID on the dash gave his name as Ahmed, from the street lights I could see he was early to mid thirties, even so his moustache and unshaven face had the light covering I'd usually associate with a younger guy. As he looked around us and muttered about the traffic I had a chance to see his face, his full looking lips had a slight glint of saliva on them, his skin was dark and I could just make out some slight old acne scars - I try to avoid generalising but his nose, eyebrows and the thick but cut short black curly hair were what I'd call Arab looking.
He wasn't skinny, I wouldn't call him fat but he was solid, it was obvious someone must of fed him well and regularly. He was a good looking guy but as with most middle eastern blokes I always assume they're straight so I turned and looked out the opposite window. A few times he half heartedly blew the cabs horn but as we inched along the crowded street it soon became obvious to him that no matter what we weren't going anywhere in a hurry. With a barely audible sigh he relaxed in his seat and accepted the wait. As I looked out the window at the other cars and pedestrians I could feel the driver looking at me, with a small cough I shifted in my seat and pretended not to know. I wasn't in a talking mood and I didn't wanna hear his gripes about the traffic.
"Where you been tonight?" he asked.
"Maloney's". Looking at him as he nodded his head I guessed he knew that this pub got alot of gay men in it. "Now you go home alone"
"Yeah. It was going well but he had to leave" Making it known that it was men I was into I felt my flaccid cock shift slightly in my briefs.
"Did you touch his cock?" This question shocked me, so damn direct but I wasn't gonna complain. I wasn't sure if he was interested or subtly taunting a guy he assumed was some western slut - stereotypes kind of figure loud in first meetings. 'Fuck it' I thought to myself I'll play along either way. "I was just about to but he had to leave"
"Did you touch his arse?" "Yeah, I got my hand down the back of his trousers" This was crap, I didn't get that far but the glint in Ahmed's eyes made a few lies worth it.
"Then what did you do?" "I rubbed one of his arse cheeks and ran my finger along the edge of his crack" "This men's arse is like a cunt to you?"
"Yep. Anything you do with a cunt I do with a man's arse"
By now Ahmed wasn't bothered by the traffic, shifting his thighs on the beaded seat cover, I could tell he was trying to adjust his own stiffening cock. Raising my hips slightly I made it clear that I was enjoying this conversation, my dick had stiffened at an awkward angle so the tent in my trousers was uncomfortable but for the moment I decided not to use my hand to adjust it.
"Do you lick these men's arse?"
"Only if they're clean, if they are I kiss their puckered hole"
At the same time we adjusted our cocks as they strained against the fabric of our trousers. I didn't know how far Ahmed would want to take this but I was going to push it as much as I could.
"Do you let them finger your hole?"
"If they lick it first, yeah I do"
"Do you put your finger in their arse?"
"Yeah, I..."
The loud prolonged beeping horn of the car behind us made it clear that the traffic was moving. With his stiff cock tenting his black trousers Ahmed momentarily concentrated on the road, coming up to an intersection we turned left and headed towards one of the main roads that wove through the quieter commercial part of town. Their was few cars on these roads so I could divert Ahmend's attention. Leaning over to him I tentatively rubbed at the rock solid bulge in his trousers, with a throaty moan he shifted his crotch so it pressed against the palm of my hand. Getting my hand under his slightly overhanging stomach I undid his belt and pulled his zipper down, lifting his arse out of his chair allowed me to pull his trousers down until they rested on his thick, dark and hairy thighs. His white y-front briefs strained and jutted into the air, through the slightly damp fabric I rubbed firmly on his meaty, heavy erection, the outline of the head of his cock was clearly visible through the fabric.
Rubbing my thumb on the growing wet spot in the fabric over his piss slit I used my other hand to slide down his back until the tips brushed against the waistband of his briefs. Once again Ahmed lifted his heavy arse out of his seat, I guided my hand down the back of his briefs and rubbed at the light covering of course hair that trailed down his spine into his arse crack.
Ahmed groaned deeply as my fingers began to journey down his sweaty arse crack, the clammy sweat between his cheeks spread across my palm...
"Oaahh...Ahmed, I wanna lick ya' arse..."
With a sudden swerve of the cab Ahmed drove down a side street between two darkened office blocks, gliding into a an empty car park we jolted to a stop. Ahmed kicked off his shoes, roughly took his trousers off then in one quick clumsy move he lent over the drivers seat, pushed his arse towards my face and lifting the shirt tail of his blue cab uniform offered his arse to me. His heavy arse was still covered by his large white y-fronts, two heavy mounds of flesh just inches from my face, by the light from the car park it wasn't hard to make out the dampness along the fabric over his crack. Hooking my fingers under his waistband I slid his briefs down to reveal two dark arse cheeks, the heady, musky aroma filled my nostrils as I breathed deep to experience the smell of a man's arse. Coarse hair lightly covered the cheeks, growing thicker along his crack I noticed that it thinned out closer to his puckered hole. Ahmed had began to slowly but strongly pound his stiff cock and rub it into the beaded seat cover...
"You lick my hole now"
As he said these words his slightly puffy arse lips twitched and contracted, spreading each hand over an arse cheek I lowered my face into the steamy, sweaty crevice. The clean, musky spiciness of his crack got me blinking my eye's trying to focus on the beauty of this Arab arse, lowering my lips onto the hole, the puckering arse lips met mine and I ground them into his hole.
Ahmed's whole body jumped forward in ecstasy, the cab filled with the sounds of his groans and deep guttural sighs as I wiped my lips across this hidden opening, they soon became moist from the lust fuelled sweat that poured from Ahmed's skin. The dark hairs along his crack rasped against my cheeks as I began to push my tongue onto his hole, the clean exotic taste flowed through my body as my tongue slid across the top of the twitching flesh. Making small jabs of my tongue I managed to easily get my tongue past his arse ring until the hot muscle of his bowels squeezed tightly against this intruding tongue, pumping quickly I managed to work up spit which I pushed over my lips onto Ahmed's hole. Pushing it into his chute I could feel it relax and soften...
"Oh man...oh man....ooahhh...lick me out...eat me...."
Bringing my finger closer to his hole I took a couple of sloppy licks until they glistened with spit, resting my middle finger against his arse lips I began to push it against his hole....
"Ahmed...push out...push out"
Ahmed got the message and his arse lips grew and opened slightly, welcoming my finger as I rammed and burrowed into the warm, softness of his arse. With every thrust of my finger Ahmed's head rose in a grunt, pushing his arse closer to me I knew he wanted more so I slipped the second finger past his ring into the depth of his bowels.
"You fuck my arse. You fuck me" Pulling my two fingers out of Ahmed's moist, smooth hole I wiped them on his slowly humping arse cheeks. Fumbling wildly at my zipper I wrenched my trousers down and hoisted my rock hard cock from out of my briefs, Ahmed looked back and smiled lustfully as he saw my circumcised cock head jutting out from my fist. I spat and dribbled onto my palm and slathered my cock shaft until it glistened in the street lights. Ahmed reached back and pulled his arse cheeks apart, strained his arse so it opened and contracted greedily, guiding my cock head onto his hole his twitching arse lips seemed to want to suck my shaft into his hot Arab tunnel.
Placing the head onto his opening, I leaned forward, grab Ahmed's shoulder and pulled myself hard against his body, my cock head initially strained and pushed against the hole. Ahmed let out a groan of pain, lust and desire, grunting like an animal my cock head popped past his arse opening muscle then quickly I slid into his body, inching my way up his hole I watched as my cock shaft sunk between the dark hairs of this beautiful Arab. Riding and humping his body my cock prodded against the warm bowel muscles, digging deep into his guts as he pummeled at his cock, Ahemd's groans and grunts grew louder and faster my heavy pale thighs slapped sweatily against his upturned arse cheeks. The heat and musky aroma of cock digging into a man's arse rose up from our bodies and filled the cab the unmistakable smell of men's sweat.
"Uh...huh...huh..." I could tell Ahmeds was close and from the way my taught shrunken balls nestled between his cheeks I knew I was close to. Deep inside his arse I felt the head of my cock tingle and harden even more...."ah...ah...Ahmed....I'm close....man....ah" With a glistening wet brow Ahmed looked over his shoulders into my eye's, glassy with lust he asked me to cum on his back..."blow your cum...on...my shirt....huh....huh". I was close. I was close....this fuckin' hot arab arse...."whoa...whoa...whoa".
Suddenly Ahmed's whole body started to shake and buck "o...o...o...huh...huh..huh...huhhhhhh" His cumming cock blew his load hard against the seat....yanking my cock from his hole I had just enough time to start pumping at the greasy shaft...."ah...ah...ahh...ah...ahhh" ribbons of white cum shot out of my piss slit, splattering wildly across Ahmed's back it wasn't long before the blue fabric was coated in wild, wet strings of cum, soaking into the fabric his shirt clung to his body as the sweat and the cum plastered his uniform...still holding my slimy, arse sweat covered cock I grabbed at Ahmed's shirt tail and wiped the softening shaft clean...leaning forward into his wet back we both took long deep breaths of satisfaction. Ahmed's heavy body heaved under mine until our breathing was in unison....I did end up in the right place tonight.