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.
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! 😋
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.
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! 😄
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! 😊
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?. 😀
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! 😋
Is everyone having FUN? Sure looks like it - the most fun a horny man can get!!!!!😃
There'a no point in collecting it in a rubber johnny if it's not going to be used some way.
Some years ago I'd travel to a certain town north of London where there's a large Desi population. Not far from that town centre is an open grassy space with trees and bushes at one end where, on warm Summer nights, couples would go and copulate, leaving behind quite a number of used rubber johnnies with spunk in them, some so fresh that they were still white like in above photo. I'd look around for them and, if it was still white like this, I'd there and then tip the contents to slide down into my eager mouth. (Yummy!) But I'd keep all the johnnies to take back home, stuffing them into a pocket of my khaki shorts (all my shorts have to be khaki in order to feed my lifelong fetish - originating mysteriously in India, reinforced by my horrific abusive experience in the Boy Scouts which I'd disastrously joined in the forlorn hope of 'curing' me of this insatiable need, but which only succeeded in marking me indelibly and trapping me for life n a web of fetishism. So colours of shorts other than khaki has never been an option). Anyway, on this particular day the shorts I'd chosen to wear (I have about two dozen in various styles) had a large button-down flap pocket n the side of a thigh and it was into there that I'd stuffed all my collected johnnies. I'd not realised that some were still hanging out and visible from under the unbuttoned flap. So there I was, walking about in a heavily populated area when a group of brown-skinned Desi youths passed by me, and started pointing and laughing. One of them said something like "Looks like you had a good night?" At first I didn't know what they were laughing at - and then I looked down and saw.......the bunch of rubber johnnies showing, different colours, some still with spunk in the end, all hanging out of my pocket. I should really have laughed it off with a grin, but, being unintended, I was surprised and embarrassed as I wouldn't have liked it known at large that I was a collector of these 'trophies'. Anyway, they walked on, pissing themselves with laughter, leaving me standing there shamefaced yet also oddly satisfied that I'd been found out so spectacularly.
Not long after this episode a stop was put to these special excursions of mine when the fockin' cops installed fockin' CCTV cameras all over the fockin' place. (I heard there'd been several cases of muggings or worse in or near this area). So that was the end of that! 😠😡😢
Here is a bunch of johnnies I'd collected and brought home shortly after this episode (and placed on one of my tee-shirts), which I'd have turned inside out and licked each one individually in the knowledge that each of them had had a cock in it with, most definitely, a significant proportion of them being Indian or Paki, my favourite men An incredibly beautiful thought. 😋
And anther shot of the multi-coloured collection of rubbers placed over my own cock:-
Mmmmmmm - Feels nice! 😁
Dunno 'bout you but I'd guess this would be the fulfilment of a fantasy of many a white guy. - engorging himself on black cock and being splattered all over by a gang of black men's hot, white spunk.
Friendly male gathering. If they're not discussing the cock-fun they're gonna have we can soon change that, each one of them looking good and tasty enough to eat, shit and all!
The best is yet to cum - and what cum! And what a juicy one it is! Look, he's even cupping his balls to keep his spunk nice 'n hot.
He might as well be saying "Go ahead. Pop it in!" But first of all I'd wanna lick that chocolate body all over, glutting myself on its taste, with a rich creamy finish..
True Scotties always 'go commando'. What's the point of wearing a flash-easy kilt if you don't?
If he's concerned about showing a 'pointer' at the front before he's ready, a sporran or some weighty purse hanging from his belt can help to keep it from protruding conspicuously until he's ready to lift up and flash.
Before the Big Game Hunt, but looking for new men to fuck. Much more attractive than the sight of white men on safari in pith helmet and shorts. Everything here in order and ready? Looks like it - so onward!
Top & bottom, back & front, he's got it all - and he wants it all to be appreciated. Say no more, mate - done!
......if it ever does. Maybe he needs a turbanned Indian snake charmer to get it to rise up to fully extended length. Then he can leave it to me to play with it, stroke it, lick it.....and get it back down again.
A vision of Heaven or is it what happens non-stop in Hell - and for eternity? I don't give a fuck which it is 'cos I just wanna go there, a place where they don't believe in doing things by halves. What a holiday venue, eh? 😈
(These two surely are genuine father/son?)
The elder feels duty-bound to give his boy a talk on the perils and addictive nature of what is sometimes ignorantly referred to as 'self-abuse'. On being discovered, the son's cock naturally shrivels up with embarrassment as he listens to his father, the latter having conveniently forgotten that when he himself was his son's present age he was tossing himself off at least twice, sometimes three or even four times a day (as some of us felt compelled to, right? 😊) and all with no deleterious effect on his health or sexual development. One can only hope that his boy can see through his father's anxiety for him and dismiss his words as being the poisonous influence of religion seeking to gain control of people's bodies and minds, and that he'll continue to do what he likes doing whenever he wants to - for the sake of his own health and well-being, both physical and mental.
The father might have better spent his time giving his boy tips on different ways to masturbate and how best to achieve maximum satisfaction. He might even have dropped his own pants and given a demonstration, perhaps also generously offering his son use of the dildo he keeps hidden from his wife and which he uses when she's away.
Aside from the different physical dimensions of different ages and how we are all differently endowed, underneath we're each essentially the same. So being naked in front of others is no reason to being embarrassed or shy, even if the other person is your own father or son.
Now using a little practical advice to help the younger one grow wouldn't that be a better, more positive way, for this father to gain his boy's respect? Sure as shit it would! 😄
Can you squeeze in a bit further at the back? Everybody in? All packed in nice and tight? Okay, we'll be starting off slow, then gradually building up steam and some speed - and very soon we'll be chug-chug-chugging along all happy, happy, happy - and gay.......😄
