That Fucker!

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Beef Ass Before

Beef Ass Before

That stupid mother fucker! Tony! I should know better than to go anywhere near someone named Tony. But for some reason, if you tell me your name is Tony, I want to fuck you.
He was one hot fucker all right. Tall dark and hung like an Italian racehorse. Just what this Lilly white farm boy from outside Chicago needed. My boyfriend at the time just wasn’t doing it for me. I needed to be ridden hard and put up wet. So when I got a hold of Tony on Spring Break I went for it. I knew my boyfriend would be drinking somewhere, so we went back to Tony’s hotel and he kicked his roommate out for a while. It turned into an all-night romp with him fucking my face and stuffing my corn-fed hole full of beef.
About midway through we ran out of lube. Tony fumbled in the dim light through his friend’s backpack for some more and went on spanking and manhandling me and tossing me around on his stiff cock. It was the greatest fuck experience of my life.
The problem became clear that next morning in the bright light of day when I looked in the mirror. The lube Tony had grabbed wasn’t lube at all, but self-tanning cream! There on my Lilly white body was a roadmap of my indiscretions with Tony. Brown hand prints on my ass. My nipples were as brown as a little island boy. My cock and balls were a deep mocha brown. All around my lips! My ears! My god, my asshole was as black as night! How, for fuck’s sake was I going to explain this??!! Tony felt really bad, but couldn’t stop laughing. He was already dark, so it wasn’t so noticeable on him.
Well, I had no choice. I had to just go back to my hotel and face the music. I lied and told him that someone drugged me and I just woke up this way. Oh well, that relationship wasn’t going anywhere. So not only did I have the fuck of my life but got rid of some dead weight in the form of a boyfriend a lot earlier than I would have otherwise.

Beef Ass After

Beef Ass After

Happy Pride!

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Fucked by leg sized dick

Fucked by leg sized dick

People have all kinds of reasons to celebrate pride. But let’s not forget that sex… freedom to have consensual sexual contact with whomever you like is at the crux of the gay pride movement. Call it love, companionship, or associations… but in my mind, it has always been about sexual freedom.
That bitch with her hair in a bun and that asshole with the pitchfork still run America.

American Gothic

American Gothic

I believe this now even more than I have in the past due to our recent election and man-baby president.
Don’t ever let them have any impact on your sexual freedom. They couldn’t stop us in the past and they can never stop us again.
So, fuck, suck, jack, fondle, caress, lick and prod your way through PRIDE weekend. It’s what it was started for.

Cocksucker Challenge

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Dirty Cocksucker

Dirty Cocksucker

Cock sucker. You want to do what?
You want to put your mouth on my Chet Huntley? Go ahead fucker. I don’t think that a faggot can get me hard. No fair starting on my nuts man. You look like you’ve had a big hairy set of nuts stuffed in your mouth before
faggot. I guess a pussy-boy cock sucker can get my meat to stand up. What you gonna do now cock sucker? Now you got me hard.
Try putting that mother fucker in your drooling mouth. Look at that. The whole fucking hard one straight down your faggot throat. MMM man you fucking swallow that Big Johnson. Swallow
my man meat you fucking cunt mouthed, cock sucking faggot.
Yeah man, nice slick slobbery face blow-job fucker. Yeah fucker, rub that slick hard prick all over that face. Yeah, mmm.
Kiss it cock sucker. Give it a few little faggot kisses on the jizzm slit.
You taste that juice dripping out? That’s what my hairy nuts are churning up for you. Do you like that?
Tell me you like that with my cock down your throat.
“gmmbmbmbmmbm dhsdhfnf fjghgmgngugngngu jshudgtrh.”
OK, you filthy cock sucking faggot.
Here it is man.
I’m going to blow all over you and all in you. Open that fucking pussy mouth. Ahh, ahhhhh ahhhhh mmmmmmm haaa haaa…
SPLURT
SPLURT
SPLURT
SPLURT
SPL
SPLU
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Garg – My Hairy Man

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Garg - My Hairy Man

Garg – My Hairy Man

Every man has a hairy man. Robert Bly wrote of the hairy man in his book “Iron John.” Soon after reading this book, I was visited by my hairy man in a dream. I was inspecting 18-wheelers in a truck yard. I went into one of the buildings to have a cup of coffee and he suddenly appeared. His body was very large, in a pair of bib overalls with a thick hairy chest and a huge package, but it was clear that he could morph himself into anything that he wanted, with or without hair. With each breath, he took, his entire body would enlarge and contract. His head was at first very large and then much too small for his body. Sometimes with a big head of hair, other times bald. The one real constant was his huge crooked tooth smile. A knowing smile that was at once frightening and comforting. Comforting because my hairy man is no stranger. He is very much who I am without all the ridiculous notions of masculinity placed on men by this sexually (and otherwise) repressive society. All at once, with that same shit-eating grin, he unzipped his pants and a giant penis came telescoping out at me. I was pushed down and completely immobilized by his cock on my chest which had pressed me down on the couch. He had my attention now. He told me that he was surprised to see me without a cock in my mouth, and proceeded to stuff his down my throat. He laughed and bellowed the whole time.

Cum Eating Cock Whore

Cum Eating Cock Whore

He told me that I should always be ready to suck a fat cock and that my mouth should always be ready to swallow him. It may seem from some of my writing that I believe all men are gay. I do not believe that, but I do believe that if you take away the societal pressure all men will experiment with other men. The same goes for women. Your hairy man is the man inside you that has no ties to society. He doesn’t care what your mother may think, or your neighbor, or your wife or husband. He doesn’t care how your sexual adventures will affect your career or your future, or your religious life. He’s just the man inside all men who does who and what he wants when he wants. Sometimes he is you, sometimes he is the person you have hooked up with. sometimes he’s the hot construction worker that you drive by on a summer day and then think about the rest of the week, sometimes he’s the dildo up your ass, other times he’s the crabs crawling around on your nut sack.

Bull Balls Sperm Tanks

Bull Balls Sperm Tanks

No matter what form he’s taking… he’s enjoying himself. You might as well too. Travel along with Garg… my Hairy Man, and me. Sometimes he’ll get me in trouble. Sometimes he’ll just spout something off from his soapbox. But all and all, he’s a lot of fun to have at a party.