With all that bush and foreskin, I can smell that fat piece thru the computer screen… I wish!

I’ve been collecting dick pics since about the start of the internet. I thought It would be fun to post my all-time favorites month to month. Some may be very old pics, and some very new, but they will all be cocks that I like to call ‘Museum Pieces’. Not museum as in old Smithsonian relics, but museum pieces as in fine art.

At the end of the year, I’ll try to get a little vote going and crown the winner for the year.

Without further ado…

Just to be clear. What kind of dick people like is very subjective, and so I’m using my own criteria. I will almost always go for an uncut cock that is fat, and I will not always pick a hard cock. A big floppy softie can really do it for me too. Let me know what you think.

I looked like a particularly Faggy kind of faggot as I walked down the street at about noon in San Diego. I was going to do some shopping and then hit the bar for Sunday Beer Bust so I was dressed ready to go get some cock that afternoon.

I saw a car drive by and slow down a bit as the driver tried to get a better look at me. There was no place for him to stop and he kept on driving. It made me feel good that I was being cruised so blatantly in the summer sun.

As I rounded the next corner, I saw the car stopped and Mark, my bartender crush, standing next to the car. All he did was to motion for me to come over to him and I did. He took out a pair of handcuffs and told me to turn around. He clasped the cuffs on me and opened the back seat of his car and shoved me in on my side.

As we drove he talked to me about what a slutty faggot I was walking down the street dressed like I was. He told me that he knew what to do with a dirty cocksucker like me. I was a little concerned and a lot turned on and my cock stiffened and poked out of my little pair of shorts.

As we passed one large truck I could see that the truck driver could see me restrained in the back seat and gave Mark a loud horn honk and a thumbs up. Mark honked back. I could see his big grim and his mustache and a very large meaty forearm, but that was all I could see. I didn’t realize that the truck began following Mark’s car.

He drove for about 10 more minutes and pulled into a secluded rest area/state park along the highway. He got me out of the back of the car and put a blindfold over my eyes. he grabbed my arm and guided me along some trail. He didn’t talk, but I thought I could hear a third pair of footsteps along with our own.

He stopped once to remove my shorts as my cock sprang to attention. So now I was being walked down some forested path with no shorts on a raging boner being followed by at least one other man that I knew of.

When we stopped walking, he placed me on my knees and took off my cuffs only to reposition my hands behind a small tree. I was left there for a few silent minutes as I heard the two or three men talking about what to do with this faggot now. I heard Mark tell another man that if you want to go fuck his mouth for a while, go ahead… it’s what it’s there for.

I heard belts unbuckling and zippers being pulled down, then almost immediately I felt a thick cock head pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and the man stuffed his girthy but not very long cock into my mouth where it hit the back of my throat. His heavy testicles were hitting my chin as I heard and then felt someone spit on my face matter of factly. Then another, then another…as the man continued to thrust his dick in and out of my mouth. I felt his nut sac pull up and he stopped thrusting and gave out a loud sigh as his fat dong spat his seamen into my mouth then pulled back and continued spraying my face with his load. I swallowed what I had in my mouth and licked as much as I could up with my tongue. the man used his deflating cock to move the cum closer to my mouth as I lapped it up. His footsteps walked away, but he did not seem to be leaving as I felt another cock pressing into my mouth hole. This cock was in no way on the short side. He plunged his rock-hard pipe straight down my throat and held it there until I gaged, then he started thrusting his cock. He came all the way out and then all the way back down my throat with each plunge of his dick, ending with his hairy testicles pressing against my chin. Stuff throat, press nuts, pull out, repeat, repeat, repeat. He kept at it gagging and choking me with his hairy uncut cock until he parked in my throat and deposited his big man-sized load down my gullet. He pulled out his cock and used his big hefty, meaty member to slap my face and land a few more well-aimed spits on my now cum and spit-covered face.

Now I knew that there were three men in all who were using me in the park that day because I know that I had not had Mark’s cock yet. I could hear him laughing and encouraging the other men and joining in the spit fest that had been occurring.

I felt my hands being uncuffed and being brought to my feet and repositioned over a log of some sort and my hands cuffed in front of me around another tree. My legs were pulled apart and I felt several large splats as men spat on my cunt hole. Mark told the men that they could piss on me as he fucked my hole if they wanted to. As I felt Mark’s fat cock press open my hole, I felt the warm flow of piss hitting my head and back. Mark pressed in deep and started fucking me. My insides were burning at first and then my hole loosened up as he got into a fucking rhythm.

The other men were still pissing on me as Mark started pulsating his seed into me, breeding me like a dog on all fours. He pulled out and finished up his load on my ass, then started pissing all over my hole and back.

I could hear the men high-fiving each other and the truckers thanking him for letting them take turns on the slutty faggot. “That’s about as good a piece of pussy I had in a long time, dude” I heard them saying. It made me feel proud. I was still as horny as I could possibly be at this point, but I knew that Mark never finished me off. He said he liked to send me off horned up and ready to go be a good little faggot menace at the bar later.

He wiped me down a bit with my shirt so I didn’t mess up his car and then stuffed me back into the back seat. he drove me to the beer bust, uncuffed me, and released me into the crowd to go get some more cock. With cum and spit still wafting heavily into my nostrils, I wandered into the crowd for my next adventure.

One of my fetishes is for bartenders. I always have one. My current bartender crush is in Sacramento… more on him later. My bartender fetish started when I moved to San Diego with my lover (that’s what we used to call each other back in the day). I was newly out of the Army and newly out as a gay man. Every day was some new revelation or another in terms of who, what, and where the gay community was. We had been to Wolfs several times as a couple. My partner was an experienced leatherman and I was learning a lot from him about the leather culture. As I explored more, I came to find that I was quite the horn dog and was game for all kinds of debauchery that my partner had either already played out or wasn’t interested in anymore.

After about a year exploring in San Diego, my partner had a business trip he needed to go on and I decided that would be a good time to go to my first bar night on my own.

I was a bit pathetic looking back at it. I overdressed for a casual Friday night and my social anxiety had me standing in a corner most of the night until Mark, the bartender, called me over to sit at the bar. He could clearly see that I had been staring at him all night. His bright smile, his casual ease with the patrons, and the whole situation made him even more attractive than his naturally brawny good looks. Mustache, goatee, and unkept but short hair animated his every move as he poured, squeezed, twisted, and shook the concoctions up for thirsty leathermen.

I was amazed at his ability to work the crowd. Teasing us all in a very salacious way. Stirring the drinks with his fat middle finger and a couple of times with his meaty cock, with a wink and a big toothy grin. The crowd ate it up.

One by one and two by two, the crowd thinned out and the bar got less crowded. I was very buzzed by now, and with fewer people, I was able to open up to Mark more as he had fewer customers to serve. He told me that he was going to lock up. As I started to get up and grab my jacket, he told me to stay where I was and wait for him. I watched as he herded the last patrons out of the bar and locked the door.

This was all very new to me, but I had a feeling that I was in for a ride. He came back to the bar and asked me if I wanted another beer as I waited for him to close up and count the money, etc. I told him that I would. He told me that he only serves boys in the bar after closing if they were naked. I thought he was kidding at first, then realized that he wasn’t kidding as he held the beer back and gave me a stern look.

I started to take off my clothes and lay them on the pool table. My cock was hard and at attention as I slipped off the last of my clothes. He told me to put on only my boots. I bent over, spreading my ass toward him as I laced my boots back up (I wasn’t completely unsure of where this was going after all).

I sat naked at the bar drinking my beer as he chatted with me and finished up his duties. It was a new and very exciting feeling to be so naked and vulnerable in the presence of this leather bartender God.

When he was done, he came around to the other side of the bar and sat down next to me on a stool. He took a pair of handcuffs off his jacket and placed them on my hands behind my back. I felt the beer go to my lips and he poured it down as I tried to keep up gulping. Next, he pulled out a hanky and tied it around my head as a blindfold. I felt a collar go around my neck and heard the sound of the chain it was attached to as he pulled me down from the stool onto my knees and then I felt my face against his boots as he told me to lick them clean.

He pulled me back up and I could smell that his cock was out now and hard as a rock against my face. I started sucking but he would tease me with his meat. Slapping me in the face with it and holding it just out of reach of my mouth. With control of my head, he could use the collar and leash to pull my throat onto his dick and then back out again. He stabbed at my throat with his now wet cock, his hairy nuts slapping at my chin.

I felt the pull of the leash as he led me around the bar, stopping for a few minutes at the pool table to bend me over it and spread my hole for a few good smacks. I could feel my hole heating up. I’m sure it was red and swollen.

He continued to have me crawl around where he led me. I realized that he was leading me into the toilet. Not a freshly cleaned toilet mind you… this toilet had just been the location of all variety of debauchery. The floor was covered in old recycled beer piss, cum, and a few condoms that stuck to my knees as I crawled.

He placed me sitting on the single toilet next to the piss troff. The next thing I felt was Mark’s warm piss hitting my chest and flowing down my belly between my legs into the toilet and onto the floor. He sighed loudly and told me how badly he had had to take a piss as the full force of his firehouse was turned onto me. He laughed and lightly slapped my face as he called me a good piss faggot.

After the last few squirts from his fully loaded piss cannon, he lifted me to my feet and turned me around. I was pushed to my knees with my head in the toilet as he spits on my hole and forced his cock all the way, in one fluid stroke. I gasped and he held it deep in my hole as my muscles became accustomed to his girth. the chain was held tight as he thrust over and over again into my anus. He called it my boy pussy. He was in control and I was in heaven so he could call it whatever he liked. I felt his body tense and the warm spunk shoot deep inside me, then dripping down my leg. He pulled out and laughed a big belly laugh as he sat me back on the toilet bowl and snapped a few polaroids of me for his collection. He took off my blindfold and even the low light of the toilet was momentarily blinding. I felt his large mustache cover my mouth as his tongue kissed me hard and deep. “That was good, boy”, he said as he lifted me to my feet and guided me back out to the bar area. I was pulsating from the experience that he had just given me.

He handed me a clean bar towel and I cleaned up the best I could and got dressed.

“I’m going to fuck you again, boy… you just are never going to know when or where”, he told me as he unlocked the door and I made my way home.

He would indeed fuck me again. He found me walking down the street in a little pair of shorts and a tee shirt. He stopped the car and told me if I was going to walk down the street like a little whore that he was going to treat me like one. He quickly handcuffed me and threw me in the back of his car and drove me away.

We’ll call that part II of this story.