Ghost Take Over

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Showing Dick in Dank Basement

Showing Dick in Dank Basement

Garg, the animal ‘Hairy-Man’ who lives in my head has a way of directing me to perverse and stimulating sexual situations and has a way of sensing the spirit world. Spirits are all around us, and if there’s anything they’re mad about, it’s that they miss the mashing together of flesh, of being a body. Whenever they get the chance they can and do inhabit our bodies and take us for a sex romp that we may never have been expecting.

Showing Dick

Showing Dick


The laundry room in my apartment building is a dank, humid room at the end of a long hall in the basement. Most of the time it is lit mostly by the red exit sign and a few dim bulbs that flicker like old oil lanterns from the past. Several times while in the elevator, I’ve heard tenants talking about their fear of going down there. They would see shadowy figures pass by the door in the hallway and hear strange moaning and bumping sounds. I had heard them too, but it sounded to me like the muffled noises of neighbors having sex. I never felt threatened by the laundry room. I looked forward to the humidity and warmth which would cause my crotch to heat up and start to expand in my pants. The poor lighting and obscured corners and alcoves always made me think what a great place it would be to have anonymous sex. Washing machines going through their cycles with thuds and whirring sounds would obscure the banging, slapping and slurping sounds of lubed flesh pushing into wet, gaping holes.

Most of the time, other tenants would avoid the basement entirely and opt for the laundry down the street. It was rare that I saw others while I sat quietly waiting for my load to wash and then dry. sometimes I would spend all afternoon doing my laundry with nobody but Garg and other horned-up spirits that stayed down there for company. It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was taking a mental health day from work. The cold rain outside kept people from running about in the building and it was quiet except for the constant flowing of water against window panes and down drainage spouts. I had been in the laundry room through 2 of about 6 loads. It was laundry day, so I only had a pair of gym shorts and a wife-beater to wear. It was always too warm to wear anything else there anyway. The humidity and Garg running through my mind had given me my usual locker room hard-on… full hangage, spongy and full, but not hard. If I sat on the plastic chair with my legs spread, it couldn’t be hidden.

My cock always looked the best when it was in this state. The washer and dryers were making their sex sounds and the lights flickered causing shadowy spirits to swirl around even if only in my head. My spirit-like haze was cleared abruptly when I heard the elevator door open down the hall. I could hear whoever it was pulling their laundry bag down the hall. It sounded like they could have been dragging a body the way they pulled and stopped, adjusting their grip and then starting up again. Garg was getting excited at the prospect of who might be joining in on the afternoon laundry room fun and I had to adjust myself in my chair to hide my package from view. In walked a tenant I had pet-named Daddy Six-pack. Not because of perfect washboard abs, but because I always saw him carrying a six-pack of beer into the building. He was a big man with a beard and a natural balding head. His beer drinking had given him a nice belly… not a huge thing that you couldn’t get by, just a nice manly roll that I often thought I would like to bounce my forehead against if I ever got a chance to suck his dick.

Alpha-male

Alpha-male

He came in dragging his laundry behind him in one hand and carrying a six-pack in the other. He was wearing a pair of cut-off sweat pants and an old white tee shirt. He looked at me and glanced down at himself. “Laundry day,” he said implying that this was all he had left to wear. “Same here man,” I said with a similar glance down at myself. “All I had left,” and I left it at that. I didn’t want to seem too excited to see him. Amongst the sound of the machines and the humid air, I got a whiff of some really strong manly smells coming off of him. He filled a couple of washers, put in his coins and sat down in a chair next to me leaving on empty between us for his six-pack of beer. “You want a beer man?” he asked me. I accepted. and we clanked bottles and swigged down a mouthful. My first loads of laundry thudded to an abrupt stop. As I got up I dropped a quarter, and it landed right between his feet. I reached down to pick it up and he reached for it at the same time. When our hands touched, it was the spark that allowed the circling spirits the chance they were waiting for. Until there’s some kind of contact they can’t do anything but observe and maybe make some noise and cast some shadows. But that spark that you feel sometimes is the energy that allows the spirits to flow into our flesh and take over our bodies. Granted, there has to be some kind of willingness to begin with, but if it’s there and they see their chance they take it. My eyes first fixed on his bulging crotch and then moved up to his eyes. I stopped being myself at this point, and I could tell that he was someone else suddenly too. He grabbed my head and plunged his thick tongue into my mouth. I could feel it stuffing into my mouth like a soft, fat cock. He stood up and we tongue fucked each others mouth with spit and slobber spreading around our faces. His facial hair was rubbing around on my face and I could feel his cock straining against his sweats pushing against my now rock hard prick sticking out from the leg of my gym shorts. All at once he spun me around, pulled down my shorts and bent me over a hot, vibrating washing machine. he crouched down behind me and spread my hole open wide with his thick meat hooks. His wet, coarse beard started rubbing against my ass hole and his tongue started slurping and sucking my tight hole. Even though we were alone in the room, I could feel the eyes of the horny spirits watching us and swirling around us. It seemed as though the ones who were left out were jealous of the ones who got to inhabit our flesh. He sucked on my ass as he pulled on my fat cock with his rough hands. The moans around us were now joined by my moans and his slurping on my hole. I spread my ass cheeks wide as I leaned on the machine. It felt as if he was fucking me with his tongue that felt like a fat cock head teasing and prying my manhole. When He stood up, I felt him pull down his sweats and his fat Long prick sprung up with a loud slap against my wet, gaping ass-lips. He pulled down and let it go several times, letting me feel and hear his hard, fat cock slap against my hole over and over again. On the last slap, he aimed it just right and I felt his swollen dick head press against my hungry, slurping ass lips. I heard him spit on the junction between our joining flesh and all at once he buried his fat pipe deep inside me. I heaved and let out a loud gasp as the spirits around us now excitedly moaned and circled around us. It seemed as if I could feel their hot breath, but it was nothing compared to the hot fuck pole now stuffing my cunt. He punched all the way inside me and then pulled all of his slick cock out of my hole and then buried it to the hilt again, over and over he pumped my now gaping hole as he held my hips steady for the next thrust. I was now face down on the machine being fucked so hard that we were knocking the washing machine around. My cock was gushing pre-cum against the hot metal machine and with each hard thrust it was rubbing up and down the smooth metal. I could hear him starting to groan and pant behind me. His hot pits and hairy chest were dripping hot man sweat up and down my back as he heaved and pumped his pipe in and out of me. He started to cum and the spirits went wild. I could see them now standing around us in a circle encouraging us to put on our stinking, lubed-up, spit-filled flesh party.

Spreading the hole

Spreading the hole

Fuckin' Hairy Hole

Fuckin’ Hairy Hole

His thick, hard dick pumped and released over and over again sending thick creamy jizz shooting up into my guts. I could feel it spurting out between the seal made between my ass lips and his meat pipe. Hot cum was now flowing down my legs and scooped up a handful and stroked my swollen meat until it blew all over the inside of my shorts and covered the front of the washing machine while six-pack man finished dumping the rest of his load deep inside me. We laid like that panting and heaving for several minutes with his wet, hairy chest pressing hard against my back. The hot cum was now really dripping down my legs and the smell of it mixed with the heavy humid air. His still hard cock was still wedged deep in my hole as his breath began to slow and our bodies began to recover from our ghost take-over fuck. His heavy cum and spit lubed meat slipped out of my hole with a slap and I could feel the spirits leave our bodies. We pulled up our shorts, now covered in cum and sweat and sat down without a word to finish our beers. The washing machine loads stopped and we both stripped down to toss in the last of our soiled clothes.As we sat naked in the dark, hot, humid laundry room, we drank a couple more beers and without any words, we realized that we had just been a part of some supernatural joining that couldn’t be duplicated quite the same again. We finished our laundry and the beers and left the haunted laundry. As I left I looked back and I’m pretty sure I saw Garg there smiling his toothy grin at me holding up a beer as if to toast my cum-filled fuck in the haunted laundry room.

The First Ass-Fuck

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Cavemen Fuckers

Cavemen Fuckers

Who were the first two men to decide that an asshole or mouth would be a great place to stuff a hard cock? I’m sure there’s no way to really know, but I’m sure it happened a long time ago. I imagine a couple of cavemen out on the hunt. They’re miles from home with a fresh beast in a heap at their feet. they start a fire and roast up some saber-toothed tiger. They tear into the meat and gorge themselves on the roasted flesh. As they eat and drink, one decides to take a piss and the campfire illuminates the huge neandertal cock as he flips up his fur loin-cloth. His piss flows out hard and loud, hitting the rocks and ground below and his buddy joins in. They marvel in amazement as they have the first piss sword fight. They notice each others cock and heavy nuts. One of them comments that he has the bigger dick and the other scoffs. He shakes it at him and flips it around in the air, letting his buddy know that it does indeed get much bigger than this… and soon both of their cocks start to inflate. Staring at each other’s fat cocks, one kneels down to get a closer look. His friend turns to give his friend a better look and his hard meat slaps his buddy in the face. They laugh and as his friend’s mouth is open wide the other stuffs it in his mouth. he realizes right away that it feels warm and wet, like his woman’s pussy. The cocksucking caveman likes the feel of the pumped up meat in his mouth and starts to suck on it. Soon they are taking turns feeding on each other’s hard caveman cock (first suck-jobs). It’s starting to get cold away from the fire and they make their way back to the warmth. The last one to be on his knees doesn’t bother to walk but just crawls back. As he crawls on all fours back to the fire his friend notices the hole that is positioned in just the same place as his woman’s hole is and the proverbial light bulb lights up. He grins and slaps the hole. To his astonishment, he responds just like his woman and his back arches and his hole points way up in the air. His cock is still slick with spit (the first lube) and he thrusts his still hard cock deep into the first man-cunt. It’s warm and wet just like a cavewoman hole and he starts thrusting. His friend responds with a grunt and a scream and his man-cunt opens up (the first pig bottom). They continue to hump and thrust next to the warmth of the fire. Their hairy, stinking bodies bulge with muscles as they moan and grunt in the open moonlight. As the first top feels like he is about to dump his load, he gives his buddy the first reach around and they howl and gasp as jizz starts to fly out of the bottom as his ass gets filled with the thick load. They fall to the ground in a sticky, hairy heap. They know enough to be a little scared that a baby might actually start to grow in the bottom’s ass and then they’d have some explaining to do. But this doesn’t happen, so they decide to keep this to themselves (the first closet). In the future, they become the best hunters in the tribe and everyone wonders about their extended hunting trips. But nobody questions them because they always return with the meat.

Cocksucker Paradise

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Taking the Phallus

Taking the Phallus


Went to my favorite Disneyland yesterday in San Francisco… Blow Buddies. I started out going to some bars (Eagle, Hole in the Wall Saloon) for a few beers and catching up with some old friends. I used to live in San Francisco and now I live about an hour away (of course, the actual ride when you take into account crossing the Bay Bridge it turns out to be more like 2 or 2.5 hours!). When I was at a suitable level of buzzed I wondered on down the street to Blow Buddies. It was a fairly busy night and it stayed that way into the wee hours.

Whenever I go there, there seems to be a prevailing theme for the night. One night I was there it seemed that every dick I sucked was fat and really hairy. Another night it was really big jawbreaker cocks. Another night it seemed that I got to enjoy a lot hot black dicks, another night it was smaller but super hard and beautiful cocks that gushed out huge loads. Last night was the night of “you better work, cocksucker!”

Almost every cock I sucked required a really intense level of work to get them off. And they were all demanding about it. “Squeeze it with your hand tighter, cocksucker”, Hold it way down your throat, cunt”, Jack it till your arm hurts, boy”. Usually, it was while I was in some fucked up uncomfortable position. It didn’t matter, a c needs to do what he needs to do.

Cruising for Dick

Cruising for Dick

Usually, I was out in the public areas doing my work while others looked on. I would be jacking my dick while my throat was being used and other men would wander by and pinch my tits or jack me a while they watched me work on a fat cock.

A few guys wanted to fuck me, but it wasn’t a fucking night for me. I find it hard to really concentrate and work on a big dick while I’m being fucked up my hole. when I go to Blow Buddies it’s because I’m in a cocksucker mood and I dedicate myself to serving all the cocks that require or desire my services.

Sometime during the night, I had to really take a piss. When I went into the pisser, there was a faggot with a hood on lying in the tub. His hood had an attachment to it that looked like a little toilet that drained into his mouth. Cute little faggot toilet attachment. How could I resist? I was taking a piss anyway, so what the fuck? I turned towards the faggot in the tub and started pissing into his little toilet mouth. He groaned and gulped and gurggled out an occasional, “Thank you, Sir!” as my piss spilled all over him. He was in faggot piss mouth heaven. I was happy I could provide for him.

Pissing on the Faggot

Pissing on the Faggot


As the night got later, I was super excited to see a friend of mine who I met at Blow Buddies about 15 years ago and every time I have been there really late since I have run into him. He goes by the name of Coach and he really puts me through the paces. The first time I met him, it seemed like a fairly typical encounter. Nice fat cock on a hot man who obviously really enjoyed having his cock worked. then he asked me if I wanted to go play. I asked him what he thought we were doing now. He told me it was a warm-up. He motioned for me to follow him and did. We walked upstairs to an are that could be seen by all from below and through a chain link fence and open to the other side by the same chain link. He sat me down and against the fence and used his shirt to blindfold me and tie my head to the fence. He began fucking my throat and telling me what a good cock whore I was. Filthy talk always gets me super horned up. He’d place his fat donger deep down my throat and tell me to tell him that I’m a cock whore. I tried my best to garble out, “immahhhhhhgggahhssshhhoooeesksdj”,
A Cunt Mouth being Used

A Cunt Mouth being Used


What did you say, cocksucker? He’d ask, and I’d attempt to gurgle up another response. He seemed to enjoy this game and it made me want to service him more. He’d laugh at me and tell me he couldn’t understand me. I heard him talking to other men who were watching now. Some from below and some were standing behind me on the other side of the fence. He would pick certain men out to come around and fuck my throat for a while. He pimped my mouth out to several men. A couple of them came down my throat, some on my face and mouth. It was dribbling down my chin and neck. Coach would wipe it up and feed it into my eager cunt mouth. Coach started to fuck my mouth again, and I could feel loads hitting my back as men on the other side of the fence jacked their dicks off on me while watching me be a whore for cock.

Coach has never failed to excite and surprise me with his deviance and creative mouth fucking ways. this time we talked a bit more after we were done and exchanged numbers. Because I live closer now, we can actually get together for some extended sessions at his place. He told me he was going to have me over to blindfold me in the basement and have random men come over to use my mouth like a cunt. Sweet talkers always get my juices flowing.

Cocksucker Pledge

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A little list of things for Cocksuckers to keep in mind.
Please take this with a grain of salt. Hopefully, you get all of your needs met too, but fun to play with.

Grasp Firmly at the Base

Grasp Firmly at the Base

The Cocksucker’s Pledge.
1. I WILL SWALLOW, unless otherwise instructed. A man’s cum deserves as much respect as the man himself. Swallowing reinforces the bond between man and cocksucker.

2. I WILL DEEPTHROAT to the best of my ability, regardless of whether I gag. A well-rounded cocksucker must master the use of his lips, tongue AND throat to maximize a man’s pleasure.

3. I WILL NOT USE MY HANDS unless instructed. My mouth is my sexual organ.

4. I WILL NOT TOUCH MYSELF when sucking a man’s Cock. His pleasure is my own. To suggest otherwise is deeply disrespectful.

5. I WILL NOT EXPECT RECIPROCATION—ever. See above.

6. I WILL MAKE MYSELF AVAILABLE, and service on his terms. A man should never have to jerk himself off when a cocksucker could do the job instead.

7. I WILL ALLOW HIM TO CALL ME NAMES, such as “faggot”, “cocksucker” and “slut”, regardless of whether I enjoy this. A cocksucker must accept his place on the sexual totem pole. Such names are a man’s way of claiming this superiority over a cocksucker.

8. I WILL CONTINUE TO SERVICE for as long as a man deems appropriate, whether minutes or hours, without complaint.

I pledge these things because I am a cocksucker; because I am in awe of men and am at their service; because it is their charity that allows me to even come close some sort of sexual fulfillment.