My willy is exhausted - and sore!

 

I'm letting it sleep a while before calling on it to serve my needs again, which are many and frequent. I've been tossing myself off so many times over last few days that I'm getting a headache. I only wish I'd kept all the spunk produced by these balls (which look full again) in a jar so I could glug it all down and replenish and rejuvenate myself. But too late - it's gone now.

   The initial cause for so much activity was that a very good friend who follows my blog and knowing my fetish (among many) for clothes khaki, allowed me access to some of his private collection, which included many featuring khaki drill shorts with flap back pocket. I know that this doesn't mean much to a lot of you, but I can just say that these really opened the floodgates and I just had to ease the internal pressure somehow. It would have been unhealthy and dangerous to hold it in. Trouble is that the pressure is only relieved for a short while before it builds up again - so you can imagine how my right wrist has been working overtime.

     At night when trying to get to sleep I have these images floating in my mind, along with the usual others of Indian guys (esp. hairy ones - Sikh MiKs get me really excited), army, scouts, punishments/public humiliation, father/son, brothers, group orgies.....and several more - all flitting before my eyes and keeping me awake. So in order to get just a bit of rest I've had to get my cock shooting my plum-loads out over and over again. 

       Oh, shit - my willy's stirring and waking up. You didn't sleep for very long did you? Want to serve me again? Okay, up you get - but I'll have to be gentle with you as the soreness is going to become painful if I'm not careful.

My bumhole - as it is now.

It was a bit unfair of me, in my post about shit-hole licking three days ago, to show a picture of my bum which was many years old, one which I have actually posted before.
So, to remedy that, here are a couple of pics I took just yesterday afternoon when I'd got myself half-pissed. Some of the couple of dozen I took show my full face (with a stupid drunken grin) but until I get pissed again I'm not brave enough to show them off. Maybe some other time.

 

And so, my friends - my question to you is essentially the same as before -
                          "Would you give this a long, slurpy lick, please?"

All comments are appreciated, especially those from dusky Desis, and most especially from any hairy Indian guys. If your pink tongue just made the slightest contact with my shit-hole I wouldn't be able to stop myself from shooting off - in fact, even now just thinking about it I'm getting so fuckin' randy my cock is pointing up at my face, throbbing like mad, begging to be touched. Oh shit, I think I'm gonna.....Oh fuckin' CHRIST!!!!!!!!.....

Shit-hole licking is such a fantastic feeling!

I do so LOVE to lick a hot bum-hole, especially one surrounded by fur and, most of all, the hot, hairy hole of a Desi guy like this one. I love to hear my own tongue rasping against his hair and skin - and to hear his moaning and heavy breathing as he enjoys the ecstasy of the feeling, surely the greatest sensation of all other than the act of cumming itself. I love to have my own hole licked but it takes me so 'high' that I usually can't last very long before I shoot off, without having myself or him actually touching my cock. I've often got to tell him to stop because the feeling is so intense, but once I'm on the inevitable path to spunking where there's no going back, it becomes almost impossible to say anything - apart from:- "Ohhhhhhh....yeah...yeah.....YEAH!......UH!......UH......uh........uh.............uh...!!!"
So for that reason I get very nearly as much pleasure from licking the other guy as being licked myself, and watching and listening for the effect my expertise (acquired over many years of 'practice') has on him.
    Of course it's not just licking. If I do it right I can get the sides of his hole to relax enough to let my tongue inside him, either the tip or, if we can get it right, my entire tongue - to lick the shit out of him. (Sometimes his cries of pleasure can get so loud I've got to stop to tell him to be more quiet!)
    I've never understood why there are still guys around (so many!) who won't indulge in this activity, usually on the grounds that it is too dirty(!) - though what I'm pretty sure the truth is, is that they don't want to admit to anyone else that they like it. Of course it's dirty! It's fuckin' filthy and that's whay makes it such great fun!.

Wishing you good shit-hole licking, my friends - particularly you Indian hotties!

Oh, and here's my own hole, taken some years back. Would you lick it?.........PLEASE!

One of my very many army fetish fantasies

If I'd been serving in the desert army and had to wear khaki shorts all the time like this guy my cock would have had a permanent raging hard-on as well. My 'weapon' would be always at the ready - though with an unfortunate tendency to fire off too early. But I'd have it re-loaded and 'cocked' for action again before you could say "LICK MY SHITHOLE!"



Btw: I hope no one thinks that I'm a pervert for having this unusual craving. It's all the fault of the Boy Scouts who got me caught in this web of khaki fetishism at a tender and most vulnerable age, and which I've never been able to shake off all my life, though I've tried and tried. If anyone's got any ideas of how I can get it out of my system all suggestions are welcome.

An attractive position - for so many things!

 Couple of pics of a sadhu at this year's recent Kumbh Mala.

If only I could meet a guy who could do this in front of me. I'd love to stand over him and drop a huge gobbet (or more) of spit into his bum-hole. Then I'd lick his balls, then give his nob-head a spit-shine and then finger-fuck him before licking all round and inside his hole. And after all that, still using my tongue, I'd try my best to scoop the shit out of him. We'd both end up feeling SO fuckin' satisfied - he'd be feeling clean and I'd be well-fed!











(I'm dedicating this post to 'Anon' who earlier today posted a very kind comment on my previous post here. It was fun to read. In fact my own hoosie gave a twitch when I saw it - but then I like being spat at every bit as much as I find it a big turn-on covering another guy's naked body with my own spit. Hope you like this post as well, Anon.)

Don't they make a colourful bouquet?

Some of the rubber johnnies I've collected from under bushes etc, usually after a warm Summer night. Many of them had relatively fresh spunk in them (still white) so I never waste much time. Straight away I tip the contents into my mouth and feel the satisfaction of the plum-juice from an unknown man sliding down my throat. Then, on bringing that day's collection home, after licking them inside out, just to be sure I'd got every drop of spunk, I'll wash them and keep them tied in a rubber band like this. How many different cocks were involved I don't know, but it's fuckin' great to dream about them all - different sizes, some white, some black, some brown, hooded or skinned. Even if the rubber johnny had been up a female (as was obviously the case from the smell of some of them) at least it could only have been a cock that was rubbing up on the inside of each of these - and that's good enough for me!

It still fits

In this photo taken just a few days ago you can see, at top of picture, me wearing the very original boy scout belt I wore all those years ago - and they are still being used to hold up my khaki shorts!
I've described in previous blogs how on a certain day at Summer camp I had my shorts roughly yanked down (underpants weren't allowed to be worn in my troop) by a group of older scouts who then proceeded to take great pleasure in humiliating me till I felt I could have died of embarrassment - and which, unknown to them at the time, was to lead on, a couple of hours later on that same fateful day, to my being severely caned on the bum by our priest/troop leader and being expelled forever from the scouts. That day turned out to be one of enormous significance in my sexual development with all sorts of repercussions regarding inclinations and fetishes - and ever since then I've felt it would be a gross betrayal of my inclinations ever again to wear underpants with khaki shorts. (You may just be able to detect that from a very close examination of the above.)

Wish a bum like this had been mine! - and I bet very many guys feel the same way.

    (A pic I collected from another site).

Hairy bums are the ultimate pleasure when a guy is sitting on your face. Feeling your tongue tickled by those hairs as its tip reaches for that hole, teasing it to relax a bit and allow it to enter - while all the time the guy who owns the bum is moaning and groaning above you with the ecstasy you're giving him ("Oh Yeah! Don't stop!") - AND it's such a tasty feast for you, licking, slurping and chomping on that hot, tasty, fur-surrounded hole. If this isn't paradise I don't know what is!........ mmmmmmm.....scrumptious!

Scout Law 10

Scout Law Number10 states - "A scout is pure in thought, word and deed." ................Yeah, right! - and I should know!

This is the sort of thing the randy little buggers get up to. Disgusting, isn' t it?

And even a playful belt across the bum has sexual overtones.....................
 

I bet Lord Baden-Powell never had the faintest fuckin' idea what he'd started - but thank you anyway, Sir!

Revealing myself (well, almost) in another of my fetishes.

And all these pics taken this very morning!

Got the idea for this blog in seeing a posting of a video on Xtube yesterday of a guy being filmed going outside on the road wearing nothing but a white plastic mac, which he opened while playing with his cock. (You could see through his mac anyway, that he was stark naked.) It got me excited because plastic macs is yet another of my fetishes which, like nearly all the others, originated during my brief period as a boy scout. As rainwear we were told to try to get a green or brown anorak but if that was too expensive to buy a plastic mac, which I did, allowing others to see that you were wearing a scout uniform underneath. And so  this seed of a fetish was sown, to go along with khaki shorts, flap back pockets, army rubber groundsheet/capes and other articles of male wear, which have given me great tossing-off pleasures over the years since. The great thing about plastic macs, as with army rubber rain capes with their heavy masculine smell, is that it is so easy to lick up the spunk from off them. On warm but rainy Summer nights I like to go for a walk wearing either a plastic mac or an army cape, but with my fly undone underneath, my nob-head brushing or gliding gently against the plastic or rubber material. It hardly needs saying that it's often too difficult to stop my cock from spurting, leaving a white trail along the wet path.

     Here's a couple more pics taken this very morning, one showing my shithole again, still badly needing a fuckin' good licking. (Please, someone!) 
                         
 I WILL reveal my face properly in a future blog (so many others already do, so why not?)

                                                                                                                         

I'd like the first time my face is revealed for my mouth to be full of Desi cock. It may not be easy to achieve, especially in England, to find a willing Indian or other Desi who will photo or film this particular Daddy sucking on his hoosie. Maybe he might have a friend who will do it for him? But it would be so nice to have the photo or film shown to the world. He wouldn't have to have his own face revealed if he preferred not to.

One opportunity to have it done is coming up the week-end after next when there'll be the annual international festival in Luton (England) - a town which has a very large Desi population.
I used to attend the festival regularly, but not in recent years. Getting there and back on the train has always been a problem, the big festival day being the Sunday, which is also a day subject to rail diversions and delays. But when I have gone I've always seen gangs of Indians and Pakis steadily getting more and more pissed on cheap beer as the day progresses. I'm sure that getting one or two of them at the right time might find them in a co-operative mood for a bit of fun - especially if I offer a little financial incentive. Anyway, if it happens, this blog will report  and show it.
(Btw: I don't suppose any readers of this blog who live in Luton - and there must be some - have any ideas and can offer a suggestion here?)

Can't get this stunning pic out of my head.

I loaded this Indian guy's pic from off another web-site several years ago - and it's haunted me ever since.  For me this is close to perfection. To have that dark hairy-holed bum sitting on my face, suffocating me, would be fuckin' heaven! It hardly needs saying that I hope he'd also let me suck on that dark-bronzed, shiny nob for a very long time - at least long enough to have his warm, thick, Indian man-juice spurting into my mouth and gushing down my thoat.
   If he recognises himself I do hope he won't mind me loading this here. (Of course I don't know his name and I'm not going to divulge even the username he used on that site at that time). He's got a set of 'equipment' he ought to be extremely proud to show off, and let others look at and gasp with envy - male parts that would be worthy of a god! I certainly wouldn't be slow to get down on my knees to worship him! Would any red-blooded male refuse to do what he wants with this if the lucky owner offered it? No, I thought not..

My shithole loves being licked.

Apart from actual cumming, I'd have difficulty in choosing between the next 'greatest' feeling I experience.
One of them is the moment I am sucking a guy's cock and getting the first notion that he's shooting into my mouth. That initial sensation of the warm cum on your tongue or, even better, hitting the roof of your mouth or the back of your throat is indescribable. (By the way, why don't all guys give a verbal warning that they're about to cum? It's only considerate, allowing you a second or two to prepare to receive their tasty gift.)
   But the other supremely magnificent action is having my hole licked. If heaven is only a fraction of this feeling I want to go there. Sensing a rough male tongue slurping on my bumhole, hearing it rasp as it goes up and down, is just fuckin' amazing. I've written before that I find it unbelievable that some guys not only refuse to do it to others but won't even let me do it to them. It's just beyond my comprehension. Have they any idea how fantastic it feels?
   I experience the pleasure of being rimmed so intensely that I sometimes can't hold back from cumming even though neither my hand or the guy's hand has touched my cock. It's great but sometimes I wish I could restrain myself so I could savour the feeling longer.
 My fantasy is to have my hole licked by an Indian guy while another Indian let me have his big brown cock in my mouth. But I reckon if that situation ever came about I'd shoot my wad within seconds. Even thinking about it has taken me to the edge now,,,,,,,oh FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111

    Now with a damp, sticky patch on my shorts I'll just finish off by saying that if I had the money I'd pay two Indians really well to get on each end of me as I've described, while another guy films us - and let me post it here on this site. I wouldn't mind my face being shown - I'd like to open my mouth to show fresh, white Indian spunk on my tongue before I swallowed it. Many thousands of others show their faces already, so why not? It's nothing to be ashamed of.
But that'll have to wait. If I could I'd even think about flying out to India where there must be millions of good-looking, willing, brown-hooded-cocked Indians ready to earn a bit of extra money, right?
But it'll just have to remain a randy dream for the foreseeable future. Pity!

Am I a pervert for getting hard at these? Well, so what? Can't help it - and I fuckin' LOVE it!

Though I'm a Brit I am aware of the reputation of India's Hindu RSS movement. Should I therefore apologise for saying that the sight of these high-kicking khaki-shorted-guys gives me one hell of a boner - especially the happy-looking youngster at the front of the top picture, the guy on the left in the second (I love his skin colour. Wish I had it.), and the incredibly handsome husky chap at the front of the last one. Christ! If I ever saw them in the flesh - say spectating at on one of their marches through cities - I'd be cumming through my throbbing stiffie within seconds. Meantime I've got to hold myself off from shooting while I have their images in front of me and I imagine my hands reaching up those damn sexy shorts, up those hairy Indian thighs, up further until........Oh, Jesus S-H-I-T!!! I forgot to put the box of tissues beside me!

Oh, and by the way, it would be terrific to have the guy in the last pic fuck me long and hard up the bum while I had his loose-fitting, roomy shorts over my head, drinking in the musty, sweaty odours left in there of his hairy cock and balls and of his own native brown Indian bum with its dark, hairy cleft and hot hole. Oh, fuckin' HEAVEN!!!

Where the cane hit - plus one of my methods in searching out fun time.

It took a very long time for the scars to heal after I'd been cane-thrashed when I was 12. But if you come really close - so close that I can feel your breath on my skin - you might just be able to make out remaining traces of that horrific punishment, most especially on the right side where, if I'd had foresight, I would first have removed the coins in my shorts back pocket. It was there where I was cut the most, even drawing blood. (Wearing underpants under shorts was, bizarrely, completely forbidden.) But carrying coins in my pocket hadn't been on my mind then, as I was practically cacking myself when I realised the treatment I was going to get from that fuckin' sadistic priest/troop leader as he frog-marched me down the campsite field to the 'punishment tree' by the small stream where I had to bend over the low-hanging branch and hold my knees, with hands already sting-numbed by the vicious caning applied to both palms - then to have the cane rained down without mercy on my backside, until I collapsed onto the ground as a screaming, blubbing wreck. NOT a pretty sight, especially for my entire troop purposely assembled to witness my painful downfall - who, I'd imagine, watched with mixed feelings of horror, fascination and (I'd like to think) sympathy at the disproportionate severity of the punishment . Is it any wonder that the absurdly extreme treatment developed into one of my many subsequent interests? - a liking of C.P., both as receiver and giver!

When I go hitch-hiking in the English countryside, this is the 'uniform' I like to copy in order to get noticed by passing traffic - and, boy, does it work! It could hardly be any more conspicuous. Of course, many drivers give me a look and get scared off, thinking I must be a bit crazy and not to be trusted. But sometimes it not only works. often with a bemused smile or even laughs, when it's said that I look like an overgrown boy scout or a British army desert rat in north Africa. I occasionally strike lucky in finding a driver who, after I've made some leading suggestions, is game for a bit of 'fun' either in the car/van/lorry or outside in a field or in the bushes. I'll probably tell in future blogs of some of my successes - and failures - as well as at least a couple of scares when I presumed too much, after having drunk too many cans of beer before being picked up.

(Btw: I got this pic off the internet. I don't know this guy - but I certainly wouldn't say "No" to him.)

Another army punishment that cracks me up.

Ha ha! This is SO fuckin' funny! Two squaddies being punished - one being made on his knees to act like a dog and lick the balls of his trussed-up army buddy, who can't stop himself getting all excited and hardened till he spurts huge gobbets of hot spunk into the air.  How embarrassing and humiliating! No doubt the guy doing the balls-lick then had to lick the cum up from off the floor. I wonder what the pair had been doing to deserve this appalling treatment. Maybe they were found with a hard-on in the shower - or tossing themselves off under the blanket at night - or even caught with one sucking the other? Whatever it was, wish I'd been there to witness their punishment and to make sure it was performed to the drill sergeant's complete satisfaction.

I'm fuckin' gagging for the tongue of some randy guy - a horny Indian chap would be fuckin' PERFECT!

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If only all or ANY of my public toilet visits were like this.

In my recent blog I told of an incident which went horribly wrong - at least it felt so at the time. Sometimes these visits to a public shithouse do go pretty well -or even brilliantly. But when things go right they are boring to relate. Over the years I've had quite a few scary experiences, some real close encounters with dangerous men and circumstances, not to mention the police. These are the incidents which are more interesting to write about. Though some of them scared me shitless when they happened, I have manage to escape pretty well unscathed. At least so far.
    So in future blogs, occasionally, I'll tell you about some of these times, some of which seem quite funny in hindsight, even though I came close to injury on a number of occasions. But when one is desperate for cock fun, and your todger is acting as your brain, sometimes you've just got to follow where it points, right?

Toilet relief?

Last Summer I wrote on some web-site (I'd thought it had been this one, but it seems not) about how I'd gone into a public toilet, looking for a bit of cock fun with any horny stranger or two and, while sitting in the cubicle, army surplus shorts round ankles and cock sticking up like a ramrod up in anticipation, had had the door suddenly kicked open by a couple of kids who filmed me in shock and then hurriedly trying to cover myself up. I was largely to blame for this mishap myself, because, to draw attention to my presence and to encourage any guy to look in out of curiosity, I'd written on the wall above the piss-stalls with a felt-tip pen - "IF THERE'S SOMEONE IN THE SHIT ROOMS HE'S SURE TO BE PLAYING WITH HIS COCK"". In addition, I'd left the door unbolted and slightly ajar. As I was sitting there, waiting for a randy-minded bloke to come in, me with a can of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, reading the dirty stories and jokes on the walls, I'd heard the footsteps of a couple of kids coming into the toilet, standing at the stalls and heard their piss splashing while whispering and giggling to each other. I couldn't hear what they were saying but their laughs were growing. Then there was a shuffling about, more whispering and sniggering - and suddenly, without warning, with a mighty kick the door flew back in my face and I was there looking aghast at a couple of young chaps, aged perhaps 13 or 14, laughing while one held his mobile, filming me sitting on the toilet in shocked reaction. Since both my hands were occupied I couldn't very well quickly hide my swollen hoosie till I put down my beer. My first reaction had been to push the door shut again but they only gave it another violent kick, almost breaking my knuckles, and getting another few seconds  of me in stiff-cocked confusion. Then they ran out, both laughing wildly - and I was left there shaken, embarrassed, with todger rapidly losing its stiffness. My randy mood had disappeared. I got up, wiped my bum, pulled up my shorts and left the toilet.
    It was only later when the horrific thought struck me that they would not only show the brief film to their friends for amusement, me with my face fully exposed (as well as my lower regions), but they would very likely post it on YouTube for the whole world, including people I know, to witness and to laugh at my humiliation. For a long time after this incident I dreaded finding it on that site or somewhere else - and I still occasionally nervously check to see if I can find it. So far I haven't discovered it - and do you know what? In place of a feeling of relief that, after all, it's not been posted (at least in any obvious place), there's actually a sense of disappointment. I know even now that I'd hate it for my being exposed to everyone like that - but, even so, it would be oddly exciting. Even now my cock is twitching at the thought of it happening. Strange, isn't it? I almost feel cheated that it hasn't happened. I think the only way to find out how I'd really react is for it to actually appear somewhere where I could watch it myself. If it doesn't I'll just have to go back to that same shit-house, armed with beer and ciggies, and sit in that same cubicle once more - hoping those same kids come back and give me a repeat experience!

    

My todger is stiff and ready to shoot - all I need is a hole to put it in....

.....so either turn round and bend over - or get on your fuckin' knees RIGHT NOW, you little shit!!!

A fantasy sketch from my randy teenage years

I've unearthed this drawing I did when I was a youngster, while still (externally at least), a devout practicing Roman Catholic - and what a sex-crazed little bugger I must have been! I know that I would never have owned up in Confession to having drawn anything like this even though I knew that even just thinking of such things was a mortal sin, condemning me to everlasting Hell-fire torment. 
   This was at a time long before porn videos were available and even before porno magazines were easily obtainable. One had to order them from abroad, always with the very real risk of having the package opened and examined by the police - and often actually being charged with soliciting 'indecent' material, so it was a very oppressive and dangerous time when I didn't dare risk as much as some did. The only regular and marginally less dangerous means to gather porn material was from contacts written on walls of public shithouses - or to read the stories, looking at the drawings (while tossing yourself off) - and, as I did, to make one's own contributions to this 'artists and writers gallery' for others to appreciate. Sad times.
    I haven't shown this drawing to anyone before - and it would have been a shame to have kept it unseen. I never continued with sketching, though now wish I had. However, the subject of this drawing shows that my teenage imagination was pretty fertile - and I already  knew what was turning me on. Hope some of you like it too.