Doin' It

I decided to go to the local nude beach with some guy I had met online one afternoon. He was short and very Italian looking: the big Guido brown hair with the olive skin and hazel eyes. You could tell he used to be at least somewhat muscular but let his muscles go to fat, but I didn't care. It was a long drive but we got there and started walking out about a half mile away from the lot steps where an old hippy man lays spread eagle with a sign reading "Clothing Optional beyond This Point". We picked a spot and since the beach isn't well known except to the aging sun worshipers, we were a good five hundred feet away from the next group of blankets. I lay down on my stomach and slide my trunks off. He did the same. We talked for a bit before he rolled onto his side to show me his chubby cock and tugs on it a bit with his fingers. He asked to see my cock but it had a certain subtext to it like "Now that I've shown you my cock without you having to ask, why aren't you showing me in return?” I turned over but my dick's still soft but I'm practically the size he is when he's hard. I could tell he was trying to fish some sexual fun out of me but I wasn't in the mood, I just wanted to soak in the cancerous UV rays.
An hour or so passed and I had a few of his faggy drinks he brought (Schmirnoff something or other) which gave me the inkling to piss. I put my shorts on because I've got this random fear of a fish mistaking my shaft for a worm and "taking a bite out of crime". He was behind me like a puppy and we waded out shoulder deep as we rock back and forth in the waves. I'm trying to concentrate on peeing while I'm being constantly moved about when he turns his to me and says "Tell me when you're gonna go because I wanna feel it". Okay now I'm interested! Good looking guys who are under the age of forty and in to water sports are a rare gem, so I'm going to take this opportunity! I doggie-paddled to him and grabbed on to his shoulders and released. It's such a great feeling to have the warmth all around in the cold salt water.
This is where my memory gets a little clouded. All I remember is that we went back up to our towels and somehow our conversation turned to ass play and how much I enjoy it when he nonchalantly suggests "You wanna watch me finger myself?” I'm blown away by his courage to do this in public but I coolly up the ante by suggesting he use an empty bottle instead. "Sure" he shrugged. He situated himself so he'd lay perpendicular to me so my body could hide his ass. He made a triangle with his legs while on his side and grabbed a bottle and sun block from his bag. He wiped the white lotion over his crack and creeped the first two knuckles of his middle finger into his hole. He shifted in and out a bit and then reached for the bottle. He slid the mouth of the bottle back and forth before it finally disappeared behind his pink sphincter. He probed himself for a few seconds before I couldn't handle myself and grabbed the base from him and pushed it inside him and it slowly sank down the neck and to the edge where the bottle began to round off. He started to jack as the bottle slowly dragged all the way out of him and back in again, I wanted to make sure he could feel every ridge where the caps are twisted on. Before long he dribbled out a puddle of cum underneath his gut. He threw the bottle back in his bag (kinky) and we both walked down to the waves as he washed off his belly while I sat having the waves rush over me. He started to take an after-cum pee and I reached out my hand to let some splash on my arm; it was hot and musky and I loved every bit of it. Two or three sun-bathing hours passed and my tiny bladder had to piss again. I'm on my way back to the water but he stops me and tells me he wants me to piss on him instead. I figured he meant in the water but he wanted it out where it wouldn't be "tainted" by other liquids. We walked a few feet and found a huge rift in the sand that was almost like a creek emptying into the water. He sat down inside it about half a foot deep. I stood there and looked around but was comforted in the fact we were so far away from people that we just looked like one person sitting and one person standing. So I let 'er rip and pissed all over him while he rubbed it into his chest and stomach. I aimed right at his cock and he grew hard again and started beating off but didn't cum. I finished and was sure to shake vigorously to give him a few last sprinkles onto his face. He asked me if I enjoyed that and I said I did but it would have been even hotter if you swallowed it. He didn't say anything. Little did we know we were being watched the entire time.
Another hour of drinks pass and it's sundown and we start packing up to leave. That's when we saw him; the park ranger headed our way. You can see where this is going. He pulled the guy aside to question him and he was all wide-eyed and trying to play it innocent. But as the ranger came over to talk to me, I noticed something: he was shaking, sweating, and practically out of breath. He liked what he saw! That's probably why it took him so long to find us because he was back in the brush with one hand on the binocular and another jacking his dick. I could totally manipulate him to my advantage. Looking back on the whole ordeal, I was a bit like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. I lowered the pitch in my voice and axed my usual loquaciousness to come across manlier because I could tell his guy was a total closet sub. He nervously exclaimed how he had seen the whole ordeal in the sand drift and that the beach was not the right place for it and that he was going to have to be strict because they were having too many issues with perverts already (Although this part is understandable at least we weren't involving anyone else in our escapade). He went on to say if we wanted to do it that bad we should have gone home. He asked me exactly what was going on and when he I told him I was pissing while he hammered one off he queried "Why were you doing that" and without a beat I replied "He's into it". He nearly chocked on my blunt response but I had him where I wanted. So instead of being arrested and getting a ticket we were merely given a citation, me for public urination and him for public indecency. When we got to the car I must have still been on my Catherine Trammell kick because all I did was bat a few eyelashes before he said he would pay my fine on top of his even though he couldn't really afford it (Not that I could with my broke college-student ass).
As we drove back to my place it hit me again, my minuscule bladder, and I had to piss yet again only this time it was big. I told him we needed to find a gas station or something so I could go but he said to hold it because he wanted to swallow it. So for the next forty-five minutes I'm terribly hard and feel like my abdomen is about to burst. It's so bad I've got to take off my seat belt and recline. He kept reassuring me it was worth it and that we were "almost there". We finally make it there and I bust through the door not even bothering to check if my roommate is home as I had no bedroom door for some apparent reason when I first moved into the unit. Fortunately no one's here and he strips naked and hops immediately into my shower. I'm stiff as a rock but I manage to piss with graces as it soars straight to the target area. It was really hot the way he'd look me straight in the eyes as I stared down at him and he'd fill his mouth up completely with my piss and then take a big gulp letting the remainder drip down his chin and on to his cock using it as a lube. He would only waste what he could but kept taking as much of my piss as possible. Stream after stream after stream. I was surprised at how much there was having already pissed twice shortly before. When I was finally done I jacked off and in two seconds I was cumming all over his freckled shoulder. It was amazing. But needless to say I think he was too embarrassed about getting caught because I never heard from him again. Damn!

Consummation Part 2

We drive off, get dressed, and jet back to his apartment. His roomate is already asleep as we tiptoe into his bedroom. I jump into the shower to get the chlorine out of my blonde hair and he sits on the john next to me hoping to make sure everything's ready for some deep cave exploring. Now that I look back at it he must of either not cared or been really comfortable with me to just take a shit right in plain view, not that I really cared I'm from a small town, I've seen so much road kill it would take a lot to gross me out. He finishes and he leaps onto his bed on all fours with a bottle of lotion at his feet. I wiggled my cock inside him and he burps a little gasp but I loosened him up well so it doesn't hurt him. We're silent as I steadily fucked him with my hands on his hips, the stillness in the room was punctuated every so often with a few heavy breaths on his part. For thirty minutes my cock continuously pulses in and out and it's unusual that it's neither sensual and romantic or fast and hard. Just rhythmic. His ass is warm inside and is quite a delight as I pull out and shoot all over his back. He's quiet until he feels the sperm hit his skin and he says in plain volume "ohh yeahh" without seeming cheesy. I'm kind of disappointed I wasn't able to get him off but he says he's usually cum shy his first time with people.
Thoroughly starved we drove in his pick-up to Denny's and had a midnight snack. When we returned the storm had died so we went back to the hot tub and sat in it for a bit. I'm determined to get him off so I make the offer to let him fuck me. He ate my ass out some more and then began fingering me. I suspect he got off on seeing how many he could fit inside me. Six as well, just like him. We go into the pool's bathroom and under the green fluorescent lights he fucked me doggie style on the cold tile for a bit using the left over hot tub water as lube. I started feeling dry so I stood up and hiked my leg up onto the sink counter and squirted some hand soap out and rubbed it on my hole. He entered me from behind and it was great to see his dick between my legs, my ass hair gripping on to his cock like seaweed. His dick was so fucking fat that I couldn't even concentrate on jacking myself off.
He started to go soft, I think he was too nervous with impressing me with a huge cumshot and got a little stage fright. He pulled out of me and his dick was still huge and chubby and all pink from the hand soap. We go back into hot tub and just laid there naked and grabbing each other's cocks. We decide it's time for bed and stood up naked still jacking our cocks out of the water. I turn to step out and see a college-aged dude looking right at us standing at the pool payphone not fifteen feet away. I hear him talking to somebody but can't make out what he's saying. I turn my head to tell my friend to get dressed because someone's caught us. I turn back and our secret audience member has disappeared. We walk around the pool to investigate and there's no sign of him anywhere. We check the payphone and it doesn't look like it's been disturbed. What's even weirder is that the gate to get to the pool was creaky and loud, so we technically should have heard him both enter and leave. We were thoroughly spooked and jetted back to his place.
I awoke and spent most of the morning having him face fuck me. Still hoping I can get him off. A slobbery hour goes by and he's spent. Too tired to cum but he's instant-orgasm-smile tells me he had a great time trying. I lost contact with him later on and now it's been years and we live in different states but I'd give anything to see him again.

Consummation Part 1

One of my most memorable times was with this boy who was a freshman at the local community college. He had moved to our upper-class county from out west where there isn't much but crop fields and a few plotted school districts. I think that's what added to his looks; a pair of open eyes, very naive with the long lashes. He had sandy hair and a nice tan probably from being outside all the time for school sports. You'd mistake him for a fifteen year old if it wasn't for the cute scruff he was sporting on his chin as he stood at an adorable 5' 6" which I'm sure was a sight for sore eyes standing next to my willowy 6'4" frame. The funny thing was his dick was bigger than mine. At least it was a lot fatter and about eight and a half inches. When I'm asked about my dick preference I never like to use long or thick to describe it; I like to say "the more it looks like a link of sausage the better". Plump and smooth and this dude was packing a bratwurst. And he had the most perfect bush; it was small but thick and manly. I really miss him.
I was spending the night with him, which I found weird because he had a roommate who he wasn't out to and yet the roommate knew I'd be staying in his bed. Fishy to me. We headed down to his apartment complex pool that night and decided that it was cool enough outside to use the hot tub. We're soaking up and it starts to storm like crazy. Lightning is striking all around and the wind is tearing through the makeshift gazebo sheltering the hot tub. Despite Mother Nature's PMS we try to keep some of the sexual chemistry alive by turning the conversation into a game of truth or dare. Isn't that how most sleep-overs end up? It was the usual set of questions about first times and flashes of the cock and ass. Then we tried to get our creative little minds to work. We were pretty vulnerable in our little sex hut as a main thoroughfare ran parallel with the complex and from the street there wasn't enough shrub to leave much to the imagination. Just to let you know how close and visible we were I was actually able to see a car drive by and recognize the driver as another guy I had slept with whose father lived up the street. Also all of the buildings in his complex were constructed around the other side of the pool so everyone's windows faced in to look down upon us.
He dared me to stand up in the hot tub so I wasn't able to hide beneath the water. I stood up and walked a few circles around the perimeter of the hot tub then sat back down. I wasn't too worried as we were still pretty covered by shrubbery and such. Now it's my turn and I give him an ice cold look. I dare him to take off his trunks and hand them to me. He has to get out of the hot tub walk all the way over to the pool and walk around the pool three times and then jump in. He grins but not because he thinks the idea but because he's scared shitless, yet instead of protesting he takes off his shorts and hands them to me. He stood up and looked all around at the windows to each unit and then he takes off. He jogs around the pool as ribbons of lightning roll across the sky and clearly illuminate the cigar between his legs bouncing too and fro.
He walks back to me and I hand him his shorts and he then dares me to do the same thing. I drop my shorts to the concrete and start perambulating in the rain and then walk slowly down the steps into the chilled water. I go under and swim around for a bit and when I come up I see him standing on the edge by me, and he hasn't bothered to get dressed again. It made me laugh.
I walked naked back to the tub and sat on the side as opposed to getting in. As he's settling down I grab his half empty can of Pepsi and proceed to drain it over my bush and cock. I dare him to lick it all off and he gives me that shit-eating grin only this time I can tell he's relieved he finally gets to have at me. He floats over my way and runs his tongue over my inner thighs and start slowly rolling my shaft around in his mouth. I stop him short because I'm really in the mood to please him. I ask if he's ever had a rim job before and he says he hasn't, so I offer to give him his first one. What he doesn't know as it's my first time to actually do the job rather than have it done. He lays his chest over the edge and props his knees up on the last stair. His cheeks are smooth but he's got a thick strip of hair down his crack. It's pretty hot the way he's so manly below the belt but sports the face of a boy. For my first ass to eat it's a great one, it had this sweet metallic taste to it and had to love anytime I used the tip of my tongue he'd "pucker" up. He wants to try doing it to me and I oblige. I don't remember much except as he spread me open he muttered a breathy "oh yeah". He gets my sufficiently hard and it becomes an unspoken notion I'm going to fuck him.
I started to rub his perineum and he's biting his lip just a little as I sneak my big toe inside him. He opens his mouth in surprise; don't think he knew you could put that there. I turned him over and start to probe him with my index finger, before long he asks me to see how many fingers I can get in him. I managed six before he couldn't take it anymore and wanted the real thing instead.

Sexual Congress

Sometimes I like to go through my old online conversations and dig around on my old buddy lists to find some of the guys I used to date and fuck around with. I found this one boy who I sort of saw on the side while I was seriously dating this other guy about five years ago. We were reminiscing about some of the tepid sex we used to have and he made a comment about how more sexually experienced I was than him because I was always up for doing crazy things. I'll admit I have the sexual horizons of a forty year old bear but back then I was still testing the waters, I had only first had sex a few months before I met him. I didn't quite understand what he meant about the most creative thing we used to do was play "stick shift" with my cock while we were in the car. That's when he reminded me.
I had completely forgotten how one autumn afternoon we decided to go to a county park to do homework. He grabbed a blanket out of his trunk and we made our way passed the playgrounds and on the trail. We deviated from the path and strolled out far into the fields in-between some tall grass facing the main road entrance. It's really fog but all I remember is suddenly the math books are spread open on the ground and I'm straddling his crotch while he's lying on his back. I've got my cock out between the hole in my boxers resting on his belt and he's jacking me off. I dribble out some cum into his belly button and he wipes it off with the blanket. Despite being covered three-fourths by the weeds the only side that wasn't covered was the side where all the cars driving by could see.
I probably had him jack me off because he was useless at giving head. I've never met anybody who was just down right bad at it. He would put it in his mouth and I seriously couldn't feel a single thing, it was like sticking my dick in a cup of bathwater. No suction, no tongue, no tight lips; I was always losing my stiffy. His dick was pretty average, five inches or so, with a pair of spotted balls. That was weird to look at. I think he may have had vitiligo or something.
We had sex twice as far as my memory serves me. Both times I topped. The first time was actually the first time we met. He was really obsessed with meeting me in person from online. I think he thought I was the one for him. I wasn't ever that interested as I was already seriously infatuated with someone else for like nine months. I can only remember is that I somehow convinced him to let me fuck him unprotected (I was shameless back then) and he reluctantly climbed on top. We didn't even kiss or anything. I guess I was just hard from the get go. He squatted down on his feet as opposed to his knees and bopped up and down a few times before I came in three minutes. I was young. When he stood up I noticed he'd taken a little crap on to my abdomen. Lucky for me I had already cum. He didn't bother to get off that afternoon.
The second time we fucked we were in my basement again. We'd been making out, but he had such stiff lips, because he played the French horn or something other instrument like that. I remember he kept saying how he really wanted to fuck me as he grabbed a condom from his backpack and kept trying to sneak me into the legs-in-the-air position. Don't know how it happened but I again got him to bottom this time though. I don't think he wanted to tell me no because he thought I'd date him if he did whatever I wanted. I got him on his back and fucked him for a bit before I came.
In his defense he was cute with a little marching-band build and he did have a great set of cheeks on himself: firm, tan and a little fuzzy. I talk to him sometimes online and I guess he's blossomed into quite the deviant. Tells me he loves hung cock, eating ass, and lots of group sex. Suppose my timing was just a little off?

Size Part 3

We're in his bedroom again and his parents were due home in a few hours. He'd been talking all week about getting fucked and I had a few reservations. Those of you who know, fucking a virgin "straight" jock isn't the erotic novel people make it out to be: they aren't very flexible, they're never clean, and they're all for it till you actually stick it in and then they hum a different tune. I think we stood for a bit making out, I get him undressed and instead of going to his bed he just lays down on the floor - a little odd. I start sucking him off and sneaked my middle finger in his ass. He winced and let out a groan but didn't tell me to stop. I wiggled my index finger in next and he seems to be taking it okay but stops me and rocks his legs into the air. I greased up with his generic aloe lotion and spread some on his hole; he grimaced because it's cold. I spend the next few minutes trying to place his husky legs against my tiny chest in such a way I can actually enter him; I'm so tall even on my knees my dick is still three feet from the ground. I spread my legs out a bit and found a good stature so I rubbed my head on him a bit and began my descent. It inched in and his face folded inward like he was getting a tetanus shot but he didn't beg for me to take it out so I started fucking. His huge torso shifted back and forth over the carpet as he closed his eyes and put a hand over his forehead. It's hard to describe the sound he was making it was like a mix of exhaling, gasping for air, and groaning. I could tell it was hurting him but he was still enjoying it, a bit like going to the chiropractor the first time. I jacked him off with my left hand as he huffed and puffed and dribbled out a thick load on to his belly fur. I didn't stop though. There was something degrading about it that got me hot. Now he was the one being used just to get off. I fucked him for another ten minutes while he lay there and kept taking it, half expecting him to push me away. I was already poking him bareback and that's when a sinister streak ran through me. I unloaded inside him. Looking back I think how seedy it was really fed to my ego. I was this lanky frail boy and I got to be the alpha male. I "marked my territory".
I saw him again just a few months ago while I was in town for the holidays. College sure has had its effect. All the muscles have turned to beer gut. We drove around for two hours looking for a place to get busy and finally settled on the front office to my friend's apartment complex. We put the seats down in my mother's SUV and I tried to fuck him but instantly started smelling that unpleasant odor of unwashed ass. I contorted back to the front seat and jacked off. I sucked him off for a bit while he was on the lookout but his elephantine cock just wasn't as glamorous as it used to be. The novelty wore off. I jacked him till he came a gratuitous amount on his t-shirt. I said I'd call him next time I was in town.

Size Part 2

The second time I saw him his parents were gone and we went up to his bedroom. We got undressed and bounced on the bed. He rolled his huge body on top of mine and we started with more of that awful kissing. He's been rubbing his nightstick on my abdomen for three minutes while we're making out and then I hear breathe heavy. I look down and he's shot all the way up my chest and into my collarbone craves. I wait a bit and then start sucking on his flaccid cock like it’s a deflated balloon to see if I can get him hard again, which I can't. I jerk off real quick into my hand and get dressed to leave.
Now I know what I'm up against for the next time we meet. We're in that commercial area again in my car and as soon as he's hard I have him come to the driver's seat and lay down. I put a condom on and grab a tube of Bath and Bodyworks peach scented lotion to use as lube. Tacky. I dab some between my cheeks and squat down on him with my jeans around my ankles probably jabbing him in the gut. It hurt, but not too much, I'm talented. I slither back off and wait for my endorphins to kick and when the pain goes away I plop back down on him. It's not really working; I probably looked like I was doing the spider-walk from The Exorcist. I'm horny and just want to get poked, so I take the risk of offering to do it out in the open despite it being Saturday night and the cops are everywhere looking for stoned teenagers and parties to poop. I waddle out of the car and just lay over the hood of my car with my ass facing the street. He gets hops behind me and has a go. His fucking skills were that of a sex scene from Queer as Folk; short melodramatic thrusts in and out trying to make it seem a lot more zealous than it really was. The size alone was enough. It started to storm and there's strangely poetic about the juxtaposition of my chest sliding across the warmth of my hood against the sprinkles of cool spring rain and feeling that pressure deep inside me. It didn't take him long which was good because save for some strategically placed tall grass, you could see everything from the road only two hundred feet away. I think to finish the night I just shot my load into a Taco Bell napkin.

Size Part 1

I suppose the first story I type about should probably detail "the biggest dick" I've had up to this point in time. It seems whenever you start talking to someone about your history that's one of the first questions. And for those of you who just want to skip the story: 11 inches long 8 inches around. If you happen to utter to yourself about having had larger, well I hope one day on your death certificate the coroner has to write "kabobbed to death".
He was a grade ahead of me and attended one of those private catholic schools. He was a football player which I'm sure is a lot of people's fantasy but I really could have cared less. A bit of a caveman, he was one of those off-an-on guys, you know the kind that are straight one minute gay the next and then bisexual and then just curious. He was as consistent as irritable bowel syndrome. The only other time he had slept with a guy was someone who was quite known for his "disappearing chair" trick. The first time we hung out he had to sneak out and we met up in the parking lot of a Hy-Vee. It took him forever to find the most opportune time to creep out because I remember being so bored I called to a local radio station to chat with the drag queen who had the late night shift at the alternative rock frequency. I got in his car and we sped off to some commercial area near one of America's largest churches.
He was, of course, nervous so we popped down the top of his convertible and climbed into the back seat where I gave him a back massage. His chest was pretty amazing: the big arms and the big Pecs with just a little strip of hair down the middle. Probably the only real muscular guy I've ever been with so it was great to really feel his muscles sliding around between my hands. I moved around to his chest and had my hands all over his chest and rubbed underneath his belt across his furry tummy. He kept leaning his head back into my lap with his eyes closed and mouth open just heaving a sigh every time my hands glided closer and closer to his bush. Rock hard, I slumped down into the back seat with him and we made out for a bit. It was typical sloppy "straight guy" kissing: stiff lips and too much tongue. He knew how big my cock was and kept bugging about seeing it expecting it to be Excalibur itself. Was really killing the mood, I enjoy foreplay more than sex itself. We got in my car cruised to a junior high parking lot where I figured I could appease him. I reclined the seat back and took it out and he said "Wow, nice dude" and proceeded to poke and prod it a bit. I put it away, kind of not up for having sex. Have you seen two over-six-foot bodies trying to have relations in a little sedan? It's like an orgy of limbs as if your younger sister just knocked over your Lincoln Log cabin.
So just to give myself a prize for the night I queried about the heat he was packing. He repeated over and over how his wasn't nearly of my magnitude but showed it anyway. Let's just say his nuts were so big that when he started to precum, I seriously thought he was pissing on himself. I grabbed from my wallet a dollar bill and wrapped it around his cock and the paper didn't even overlap. We both went home that night with blue balls.