Fine naked Desi

I'd sure like to have this Tamil beauty plonked down and sitting directly on my face . I wanna lick the Indian shit outta him - and then suck away on that hard, smallish, brown Desi nob until I get his hot, Indian jizz spurting out into my eager mouth and have me gulping it down my welcoming throat. As I sucked I'd have that red string/tape at my eye-level and wondering why I can't get this same experience with many, many more Indian guys.

When four guys desperately need to piss........

.........and the toilet's not working but they're faced with a human target with open mouth, well you can't fuckin' blame them can you?  At least they're not doing it on the floor. But why are they starkers? Perhaps on a naked pub crawl? 😄

Is a spunked cock really about as useful as a spent match?

That depends. For a match that's been struck and the flame been applied, its effective life is over, whereas a cock that's shot its ball-load will, given a little time (variable), return to its former potency and potential.  It's only a shame that sometimes one has to wait quite long, and even then it only very rarely performs at the same level. I recall managing to cum four times all in one night with a guy about the same age as I then was, but that was exceptional and when I was much younger, full of vim and vigour, and that being the only time. In a multi-man orgy, the owner of a spent cock, unless he agrees to being the passive one, will often find himself reduced to being a mere spectator - and many of us find being the receiver of another guy's spunk, piss, spit or whatever when recently de-spunked yourself is nowhere near as pleasurable as when you've still got lead in your pencil.  Of course watching others pumping away is all very good though not the same thing, or carries the same satisfaction, as being actively involved. 

All swinging along nicely.

Here's one happy team ready and stripped for action - cocks a-waving, balls a-bouncing. They look all ready and up for anything. Or perhaps almost anything. 

What's all this about?

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My guess is that, like so many groups of 'lads' at home, they were watching some strictly straight porn while supping beer, cocks out and stroking their own. But now the film has abruptly finished and they find themselves, jeans down and unsatisfied, one of them thought "Well, why not?" None of them are really 'like that' . None have had gay experiences (or so they all claim!) but what the hell, no one need know! The two on the right look on transfixed. What I say is "Go to it, lads! Widen your horizons. Nothing to be ashamed of, If it really is your first time it sure as shit won't be your last!" 😁

Double-sucking. Remember your first time?

I don't think it had ever occurred to me before I saw a certain crude, hastily scribbled drawing on a toilet wall of two men in the above position. This was way back decades ago when I was barely into my teens at a time when the only proper 'porn' available was that on the walls of public shithouses - any magazines, books, even single photographs of any sexual act, just solo exposure, was strictly illegal and nothing was more criminal than the depiction of, or just writing about, gay sex - and as for any gay sex, even in private, highly criminal!  Anyway, I'd only just discovered that veritable treasure trove of filthy stories and drawings having been on a mission to find and rub out a message I'd been told was going to be scrawled that I was a 'homo' by the bullies who'd abused me and taken away my innocence, a story I've recounted several times in previous posts so I won't repeat it here. After the initial shock and horror of finding the similar state of  walls in all public toilets I quickly developed an uncontrollable craving to read more and more - and thus found I eventually this drawing of a double-suck. 
By then I'd already have had a number of sexual encounters, fumblings mostly in toilets (and once in a ciinema) with strangers, mostly unsatisfactory, as well as embarking on my first suckings and, of course, being sucked off by men who'd found my tender adolescent years quite a catch - but there'd never been an opportunity to do a double-suck - until I was to be asked to go back with a man to his own apartment. Up to then, although I'd been asked a number of times I'd always refused as being too risky to go with a stranger to an unknown place. Even if I'd thought of it, attempting a double-suck on the piss-soaked concrete floor of a public toilet or in park bushes wouldn't have been much better either. But here I was at last, and inevitably, going off with a man, more than double my then age, to his place where we wouldn't be interrupted, just for the purpose of having sheer, randy sex! The thought was so exciting I'm surprised I didn't cum as we walked along. He himself seemed to have an increasing 'limp' as we progressed. I realised why only later.
Once at his place we stripped naked, each helping the other and. for my first ever time, I sank down on a bed with a naked man - the first time I'd seen a mature man in the flesh fully naked and, from what I remember, he wasn't at all bad. We'd have started with the usual kissing, maybe some licking, then the sucking, taking it in turns at each other's cock - and then, feeling so bold with the image of that drawing in my mind, it was me who switched round into the position for a 69. Of course no words were necessary. We each took each other's cock into our mouths and sucked, sucked, sucked...........Jesus! We must have sucked each other fuckin' raw! We probably shot our spunk several times, me especially as I had more youthful zest - but not yet directly into my mouth. That was a pleasure I was yet to discover.

Since that first time I always want to incorporate double-sucking into all my cock-fun sessions (as I also do for shithole licking) and have never looked back - though you always get those guys who love their own cocks being sucked but for some crazy reason won't take another's cock into their own mouths. You've all met them, haven't you?

There seems to be something so logical about two men double-sucking each other. It's almost as though the male body was designed for it - so comfortable and pleasurable at the same time - far moreso, I'd maintain, than it is for a man and a woman in the same position. Two men are like two gadgets fitting together - we all know where the vital bits of one goes into the other - and they so readily click together. 
So let's hear it for all of us proud double-suckers  YEAH!!!

Keen to put it in the hole.

In my experience it's easier to get it in with a 'wood'. And I see this young man plays with a handicap, which is that he doesn't have a totally unobstructed view of the ball. If he fails to get this one in the obstacle may well increase in size.

Brothers with no sense of shame in front of each other and the world.

And ain't it good to see? These two, surely twins, are happy and comfortable to salute we viewers in a most personal way, probably even winking their lower 'brown eyes' at us. Seeing this double helping sure gives me a healthy appetite. I wonder which of them tastes best? - or if they taste different at all? My spit-coated tongue is out and ready to make scrupulously sure that I give an equal amount of time and attention to each, including, if they will, to my being the filling in a white bread sandwich. 

Forming an orderly queue.

Must be exasperating being at the back of such a long queue of guys demanding to have their cock sucked, trying to keep cock hard during all that waiting time. If the lucky sucker (for whom I'm envious as fuck!) isn't already an expert, though I suspect he is, there's no doubt that his technique will have improved still further by the time the last guy gets his turn - by which time I bet others who've already been sucked off have reloaded the ammo in their cum-sacs and come back for another shoot. Maybe the sucker has a special tongue-touch which makes him a catch who's just gotta be experienced by anyone who likes being sucked off - and are there any guys who don't like it? Then why would they be queuing up at all? 😊

Trio of black 'bros' take a relaxed, friendly shower together........

........and it looks like one of them has got into a state of arousal. Now why should that be, I wonder.  But if I was in there with them that would be my condition too, especially with three naked, chocolate-brown, male bodies jostling against me and each other. Maybe that's what they find so amusing, and I'd guess that in just a very short while there'll be all three of these fine men pointing at the ceiling, and then they're gonna have the 'problem' of what to do. Well, while they're in the shower they might as well use it to clean themselves up afterwards - though there is one way (or two?) to finish their showers and to get out, dry themselves off, and then use their stiffened-willy states to satisfy themselves without leaving any traces to be cleaned up afterwards. You know what I mean? Ha ha! Good, happy, male  fun! 😄
In fact I recognise these three as guys who'll have just completed a porno-shoot, and they're now enjoying a relaxed, 'end-of-term' shower to celebrate their achieving their aim of walking off, when they get their pants back on, with healthy bulges in their money back pockets (or is it only white men who put their cash there?), their having followed instructions to show off their cock-fun acts to those like me who love to see black guys getting it together in great fuckin' style! Well done, guys! (Photos of their actual action will follow in due course). 😁

So nice. My kinda guy!

Don't he look gentle, friendly, sensitive and, of course, especially handsome? So very nice - but for fuck's sake please be careful, sitting there perched so precariously! Or are you gonna toss yourself off?

One mighty suck-fest.

Looks like an instruction was given that no cock is to be left sticking up in the open air, and they've done their best to comply (well, almost). Apart from leather-capped guy on left whose got his fuck-stick rammed up deep into another's bum, they've all chosen to get lips around those exposed cocks, and I sure as shit ain't got a problem with that. Spunk's gonna shoot, flow and be swallowed - just the kinda party I likes best. Gobble gobble!😁

Furry fuck.

While these two hairy beasts are engaged in their blissful Sodomy I wonder what they'd feel if I went and stood over them, pissing on their fuck-action. I reckon they'd like it as much as I would, enhancing their fun even.😊

Not enough cocks to suck? No problem!

Last guy, so fuckin' lucky, is gonna get his fill, which we all know is still not gonna be enough to satisfy him- 'cos don't we all know that cock and spunk is something of which one can simply never have enough.  

For us bear-lovers, they don't come much better than this.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr!!! Ain't he a beauty? And furry all the way down too.  One I so want to snuggle up to - and sleep my life away with. I should expect that there'd likely to be significant hair on his back also, 

The guy with the hairiest back I ever encountered was one I got to know through another. We only had sex for after something like the third or fourth time of meeting up, at his place. Unfortunately, it was not a success, he being dead keen to fuck me good and hard, but by my having to tell him that being fucked was something I'd never particularly liked, which was true - often painfully so - possibly through some 'kink' in my  own anatomical design. Although I let him fuck me I could easily tell that with the knowledge he now had his heart was not in it, he clearly needing to play rough yet simultaneously trying not to hurt me. 
We still met up a few times after that though we never had sex of any sort again. In our quite friendly chat there was always the unmentioned undercurrent that in one particular important respect we actually weren't very suited to one another. Pity 'cos there's a lot more I'd have liked to have done with him, but it was clear that rough fucking was, for him, the biggest thing of all.

Daddies' duelling tongues fighting for the honour.

I'm sure I've never been in the position of having two tongues simultaneously fighting to service me in that highly sensitive area, as I'd imagine that very few have. It looks like this guy who's having it done to him is just taking it in his stride, lying back as though it was exceptional or special, happening all the time - though I do observe that his face is markedly flushed. 
Seems that guy on right, with his hand over the cock, has already claimed that part for his to suck and to suck alone. All I can say is that if the middle guy is so used to it can I jump in to replace him?

I can vividly recall the very first time my own shithole was licked, much easier to recall than when the first time my cock was sucked. I can remember who did it - a guy I'd met through a contact ad - and where it was, in my bedroom.  It was a genuine light-bulb moment. By then I'd already been having sex regularly, usually with strangers but, oddly, not one of them had ever done this particular act. I'd never even considered it myself, and if I had would have dismissed it as just plain 'dirty'. Strange that I'd never seen any reference to shithole-licking in the scrawlings on public shithouse walls, the reading of which had, by this time, become a craving for my then young self.  Having it first done to me made such a profound impression, it was like a door to a new world being opened. After that, now that I'd discovered it through my friend's introduction, it must therefore be 'okay' so I returned him the favour, and got from him exactly the same response of sheer delight and moaning ecstasy. From that moment on my life was changed for the better, and I'd always included t in any cock-fun sessions I've had, though if that happens to be somewhere like at the piss-stalls in a public toilet it's not always so practical. But I've still never understood why there are, in my experience, so many men who, even when it's explicitly suggested to them, won't do it. Well, the loss is theirs!

Really strange how I haven't seen many references - or even any - to this most beautiful of acts depicted or even mentioned on shithouse walls, certainly nothing anywhere near the number of times one sees fucking being shown in a crude drawing or featuring in the stories scrawled in such places up there. 
Once, exasperated by the non-appearance of this subject, I took it upon myself to write on such a wall in a cubicle already adorned with gloriously filthy-as-fuck messages (mostly gay), stories and fantasies (mostly gay) and crude scribble-drawings (mostly gay) thus :-
"I like to lick a man's shithole, and put the tip of my tongue into him while hearing him moan with pleasure." No more. Just that.
However, when I re-visited the place, must have been a week or two after, I was taken aback to find that someone had scribbled underneath my message:-
"You really are a sick cunt. Fuck off you daft twat."
I didn't know how to respond, and left the place feeling disappointed and rather low.
But then, again some days later, I re-visited the place once more, and was considerably cheered up by seeing another hand having written underneath:-
"Why? Have you tried it? It's GREAT!"
I'm telling you that I could have there and then thanked the anonymous writer of that last message in the most, the only, appropriate way. I only hope the bloke he'd addressed it to had returned and read it also. 
So you see there is some hope in the world after all.😂

Disruptive pupil ordered to see headmaster.

He'd never expected at anytime that he, of all boys, would ever be told to go and report to the headmaster, That itself was quite rare for any schoolboy, and what he'd done had hardly warranted it. Th story was that sometimes, though by no means always, it  resulted in a caning on the backside. That had intrigued him, as it had most others. The majority of them would return from the ordeal with having only had a severe verbal scolding which, of course, didn't change them one iota. But those few that had received the actual physical punishment always came back displaying mock pain, holding their rear ends, but carrying a wide grin on their faces. One time he managed to get one of these properly caned boys aside and asked him confidentially what it was really like. Did he have to lower his trousers - and, most importantly, how badly did it hurt? As he asked these questions he was aware of a stirring down below in his pants, which he kept from showing. Yes, they'd had to bend over with trousers down - as well as underpants. But did it hurt? Nah, not much. The first couple of strokes stung a bit, but knowing that he'd stop at six made the rest just about bearable. So now he knew. The thought of ever being on the receiving end of one of these sessions was quite, well, 'exciting' - his cock was at 'semi' just thinking of it. But it was most unlikely that he'd ever fall into the category of one of those that got to actually experience it. Unlikely, that is, until this day...........

The shouted words telling him to see the headmaster came as a shock to him, a bolt from the blue. When he heard it his cock jerked, though as he slowly sidled his body up the stairs to the master's office he was telling himself that what he did would never call for an actual caning. Surely not!

Immediately after he'd sheepishly knocked on the heavy oak door, he heard the order to enter - and saw the man himself, stern and sitting behind his desk - in an obviously foul mood. He was told to relay the details of his bad behaviour, which he did in soft, sorry-sounding tones, stuttering a bit. The headmaster sat there in silence till it was all out. 
"I see" he said. "And what do you think you deserve for this? Eh?" 
Silence.
"I asked you what I should do?" 
"Dunno, Sir"
"Do you want a caning?"  
(What? -"Want?" - What a strange word! But it made his cock twitch. No, it was more than a twitch. Fuck! It was on the rise!)
Inside, he'd really wanted to answer 'YES!" but that was out of the the question. Christ! A creeping bulge was beginning to show. He thrust his hands deep into his side pockets to hold it down.
"Hands out of your pockets! And stand straight!" The order was barked!
He had to obey - and reddened as he looked down and saw what was happening. Shit Almighty! He needed somehow, anyhow, to keep it down.
"Stop fidgetting!"
Then it seemed to dawn on the headmaster.
"Just what is going on with you?" 
And then came the fatal words.......
"Drop your trousers!"
He hesitated.
"I said DROP YOUR TROUSERS, BOY!!!"
He slowly, reluctantly, undid the belt, and let his pants slide all the way down. 
"And the underpants!"
.........."and undo your shirt......"
And there he was, all naked at the front with a raging horn on, exposed to the one man he never dreamed he'd have to expose himself to - or was that really true? 

The headmaster didn't utter a single word. He looked at the boy thoughtfully, silently. He recognised what was happening - and he now had one mighty dilemma. If he gave the boy the caning he deserved he'd be conniving in giving him the satisfaction he so obviously craved, that much was obvious. But if he didn't chastise him in the usual physical fashion he'd be chickening out - and when the boy told the others, as he was certain to, that although he'd had to lower his pants he wasn't caned at all, his reputation for harshness would be gone. He might even be mocked as being a paedo! What in Hell's name should he do? Only one realistic possibility presented itself. He could give him such a vicious and sustained caning as he'd never before administered (Hang the maximum of six!) till the excruciating pain drove out any possible sensation of the boy being 'stimulated' or enjoying the experience.  (Too bad if he yelled out for mercy with his cries echoing down the corridors, as was highly likely. He could cope with that. Even of he drew blood. So what?). He'd get renewed and increased respect, even through fear, from the boys. Yes, that's what he must do. 
He told the boy to bend over and hold onto his desk, waiting till he'd fully done so. Then in order to reach for the cane which was kept handy, standing in the corner, he got up beyond the view of the head-bowed, quivering boy (though was he shaking with excitement?) still with that blazingly prominent, reddishly throbbing, shiny-headed erection, and took the cane. Coming up to the young bare-arse, he tucked the shirt-tail up inside so as to reveal the boy's completely exposed backside, - and, ensuring that the bulge in his pants of his very own raging hard-on was outside of the boy's view, he took a deep breath. Then.......THWACK!!!!................... 

Streaker is held by the bobbies..

While he's already starkers might as well do an intimate body search. Now, pull back your foreskin and lift your cock. Then turn round, bend over - and stretch 'em!  He peers inside with his little torch. Is there something there? Inserts a surgical-glove-covered finger and moves it around, up and down, side to side, his finger now hooked, now poker-stiff - while listening for any any sounds of satisfaction from him, which is not the idea - just one of the inevitable 'side-effects'.

I've mentioned before that I've had several brushes with the cops over the decades. One of my most spectacular was in the Summer of 1990 when I was out in the countryside hiking - with a bottle of vodka in my army haversack! - as well as a couple of items helpful to the mood I was after, of which more later. I was miles and miles from home, never wanting to be somewhere near where I'd have been known, even just by sight - and ready for any 'fun' I could find. After a couple of hours, getting frustrated with my lack of finding anything with potential for the kind of fun I was after, the vodka bottle had gradually relinquished much of its contents. The next thing I can remember is being shaken awake from a sleeping position in some long grass, finding myself stark naked with a blue-shirted cop grimly looking down on me.
"Get up and get dressed!" he growled.
I had a thumping headache, now exacerbated by the blinding sunlight. It was a real struggle to stand up, shrivelled cock and bum now in plain view, and to look around for my discarded army surplus shorts and to get into them - needing the embarrassing need to have a policeman help me get them on. 
"Come on. I'm taking you back to the station."
In my state of hangover befuddlement I honestly thought he meant the railway station, and said "Oh, it's okay. I can find my own way there."
He looked at me with a sneer. 
"Are you trying to play funny buggers?"
Then the penny dropped. "Oh you mean the police station........But why?"
"We've had a complaint about your behaviour. Come on." taking hold of my upper arm and leading me on to his cop car by the roadside a few yards away.
On reaching the cop shop, as he led me inside I asked what I'd done.
"We had a complaint from a taxi driver. You were seen standing stark bollock-naked by the roadside making as though you were trying to hitch a lift - only it wasn't your thumb you were using!"
I didn't recall any of this, and ever since then I've tried to but my memory of this has always been a blank. I only thought afterwards - but if I'd been so zonked out by the vodka that I couldn't remember any of this how had I been able to stand at all in order to do what he said I'd been doing? 😕
Anyway, we went in, where I found that my embarrassment and humiliation had only just begun.........

               .......to be continued at some other time.                     

Daddy's getting fed.

No need to encourage him to take his daily dose of protein. He'll take it more often whenever it's available, no matter where or from who. It helps in having been addicted to cum since he, in his late teens, first sucked off his then best friend, something which happened when they got pissed together and he, curious since reading about it on a shithouse wall, let one thing lead to another. Up to then they'd never even seen each other's cock. But now they'd fooled around and found themselves naked he initiated the touching ("as an experiment") - promising each other that they were not gay, and both never having experienced man-to-man-sex up to then,  
Now here he was, 50 years later with an addiction which even his early, ill-advised marriage couldn't 'cure' but, despite having two sons and a daughter, now with families of their own - he belatedly eventually recognised that he just couldn't live without cock. 
Today he still does love his spunk, best warm and fresh - and don't we all! Mmmmmm! So fockin' tasty! 😋

On being the filling in a sandwich.

Sometimes the 'filling' is squeezed real tight. 
These three look so close that the (left) sucking guy is gonna get the cum of the one on the right. 

I was never able to maintain having a boner on the few occasions I was simultaneously sucked and fucked, unlike this guy above, who looks to be either in extreme pain or he's about to cum.  When I was in the middle I must have given the impression that I found having my cock sucked wasn't sufficiently stimulating when, in fact, the reverse was true.  It's just that being fucked has never been a pleasurable experience for me, getting more satisfaction watching it being done to another rather than being fucked myself.  (Besides, I'd always spend the following hour or two farting like mad! So 'inconvenient! 😞)  I know that I'm far from unusual in this.

Is he taking the piss?

Not sure about 'taking' but it's clear he needed to have one.
Few years ago on a TV programme there was a 'fun' survey done asking just the audience who happened to be there what they most envied about the bodies of the other sex. In this case it turned out that what women most envied about men was our ability to piss anywhere we wanted. And, speaking for myself, I agree that it is a blessing - unless, that is, you're caught by the cops, as I've been more than once, though on one occasion falsely accused! 
And now that you're wondering what most of the men there envied about women - multiple orgasms! Once again I think it's a perfectly justifiable response. Just imagine if we men could touch Heaven over and over again every time we fucked - or just tossed ourselves off! But would I want to swap that for our pissing capability? When it comes down to it, on balance probably not - though you may disagree.
So while we can, let's keep watering the grass! 😄

Savouring the unique taste of his pal's ultra-sensitive shithole.

I wanna be there to hear the rasp of that pink tongue as it rubs against the short hairs of the coffee-coloured bumhole, licking the shit outta his friend, who must surely be moaning in ecstasy, being the enviable passive partner - in what has got to be one of the most intimate, pleasure-heightened acts possible between two men. An essential, intrinsic part of any cock-fun session.  Go to it, guys! 😊

Is this a father being 'serviced' by his adult twin sons? - plus grandson?

I think we'd have been told if it was. Pity - though maybe they wouldn't say - or is it just my own pervy imagination? Even though the 'father' doesn't look quite old enough to be so you have to admit that there's quite an uncanny resemblance between the three older ones. Maybe he's an elder brother? Nice to fantasise about it, ain't it?. 😀

How about this for an Indian meal? - hot and spicy.

A re-posting from my blog of seven years ago, one I found on an Indian website, now defunct. Isn't this Desi just fockin' perfect? Don't remember his blog-name but when I posted a comment to express my admiration he acknowledged it very nicely. Wouldn't you want him to be sitting on your face as I would, serving himself directly onto your eager tongue? I can't imagine anything tastier, can you? Slurp, slurp, gobble gobble!  😋