I could watch these videos over and over again.
The only thing better than watching these cocks grow would be to have them grow in my mouth, pushing their way down my throat.
They really look like their own being. An animal getting ready to hunt.
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I’ve made a habit over the years of picking bars to get drunk at where there is a distinct chance of getting some cock down my throat. I can be quite the sloppy drunk when I really get going. I’ve been known to situate myself under the bar to suck any cocks that ‘belly-up’ to the bar. Or some places are set up for some great toilet head. Sometimes it’s just grabbing dick under the bar as I sit on a Tuesday afternoon, swilling down lager. It’s all good fun, and I go to these places because of that action. Usually, the bartenders are cool with it as long as it’s not going to endanger their license. Sometimes, the bartenders join in or at least act as a keen lookout.
On one occasion, I remember the owner of one bar. I was going to bend his girlfriend over a rail, hike her skirt and fuck her in front of everybody. It was a men’s bar, but the fact that the owner was fucking in the bar gave a signal to everyone there that they could do what they wanted to do. And they did. It was a raucous scene on a Sunday afternoon, and everyone felt no pain. There were men giving out handjobs in the corner, men hanging their cocks out at the bar, and the bartender using his dick as a swizzle stick… you get the idea. It was all happening.
I was, of course, joining in the fun. I had slid down the wall a couple of times to swallow some major cock meat. I’d get him off and then go order another beer as he zipped up and went on his way.
The troff toilets were a hit also. Ten men standing there pissing through their hard-ons. Some men kneeling down to swallow some hot piss.
I was standing there pissing, and the beer had started to really get to me, and I was swaying and getting rather sloppy. I lost my balance a little and gently fell into the man to my left. He was a large, hot black man in a tank top and tight jeans. He sort of shoulder-butted me back upright as he took a look at me. He saw that I was staring at his cock, and he pissed and looked at me and smiled.
All of a sudden, with his cock still out and starting to stiffen, he took me by the shoulders from behind and walked me back around a corner to a hidden part of the outside bar.
With no words exchanged, he pulled my little slutty shorts down around my ankles, bent me over, and shoved his fat cock inside me with spit for lube. He held my hips as he raped my sloppy drunk ass. It wasn’t long before a few other men were watching and cheering him on. A few more thrusts, and he flooded my guts with his load to loud uproarious cheers from the men egging him on.
He gave a few high-fives as he pulled out and buckled up his pants.
I tried to reach around and stand up to pull up my shorts, but some other men had a different idea. With my slutty shorts around my ankles, I had a hard time getting situated in my drunkenness.
Another man stepped behind me and pulled out his big dick. It was greasy and uncut and ready to plunge into me. As he trusted in me, the first man’s seed came spurting out the sides of my hole.
I could feel the group of men becoming more animalistic. They were positioning me so I could be fucked in the mouth as other men raped me from behind. Some had my tits in a vice-like grip, and others shot their loads on my back or face as I was still being assaulted from behind. One man put a bottle of poppers under my nose, and that’s when things really got out of hand.
There was a line now that had formed stretching out around the corner. I had no idea how many men intended to rape me that day, but with the beer and the poppers and probably some weed, I was in no position to refuse any of them. They kept coming in from around the corner, taking turns with my sloppy, slutty, now naked body. I was covered in manseed. It was on my face, my back, dripping down my legs. some used my mouth, some my hole, and some just told me what a faggot cum slut I was and jacked off on me.
I have no real way of knowing how many men raped me that hot, sunny afternoon in the back of a sleazy bar, but I can tell you that I had the time of my life.
Black’s Beach near San Diego is a beautiful, magical spot on the earth. Even without the nakedness and free sexual attitude, it would be a wonderful place to just view the waves, the cliffs, the sea, the sun, and wildlife and enhance your very soul. Add in the swinging cocks glistening with suntan oil, the casual fluffing of genitals while laying on your towel, the intentional spreading of legs, spread asses while bending over to dig in one’s bag, the eyes watching all this activity, and you have a full-blown sexually pulsating afternoon.
One time I was sitting on my towel towards the back of the beach and a Columbian God came by and sat next to me. His large, chubby sex organ slapped at his thick brown thighs as he situated his towel and bags. He glanced over at me, and I needed to put on my sunglasses because of his glaring smile.
He proceeded to take out a mango and slice it in half. As he began to perform cunnilingus on the fruit, the juice ran down his chin onto his chest and abdomen to his now stiffening sex organ. As it swelled, his foreskin started to allow a peek at his shiny, bright pink cock head.
I was watching him and getting hard myself. I didn’t want to be an intrusive voyeur, so I turned onto my stomach with my legs spread just enough for him to get a peek at my hole twitching in the bright sun.
I continued to look back to see him tonguing and licking the mango. His front was sticky with mango juice now, and I really felt a need to lick it off for him.
Before I could make any move, I saw him get up and walk towards me. He approached me from behind.
“You are so white and pink,” he said in a deep, accented voice that made me melt more in the baking sunshine. “I can maybe cover you in la crema?” he asked.
I was sure he meant suntan oil, but I wasn’t going to argue or point out grammar and word usage at this point. My cock was hard and placed backward, so my balls and cock were clearly in view.
“Of course, I would really like that”, I said, looking back over my shoulder. The shadow of his erection fell across my back.
He straddled my thighs, and his large egg-sized testicles fell into the gap between my legs, landing on my package below. They felt heavy and warm and moved back and forth as he began rubbing oil onto my back.
He worked it all over my upper back as I lost myself in the heat of his body and his large hands caressing me as his cock continued to stiffen and ‘jump’ up and down as he moved. giving my ass cheeks and cracking little slaps with his meat.
He continued working the oil down to my lower back, and then I felt warm oil being poured over my ass crack, dribbling onto my hole, relaxing it with its warmth.
As he massaged my ass mounds, I could feel him pressing his large cockhead down towards my pulsing hole. I began to offer faint moans of encouragement. There was a light pressure against my opening and as he moved with his massage he would move up and back, each time his bright pink and shiny head would open my hole that was heating up from his cock, the sun, the oil, and the man on my back.
He began to talk to me in Spanish in a very deep voice. I didn’t know, and I didn’t need to know what he was saying. His words entered directly into my soul, and my entire body relaxed and quivered as his large erection pressed smoothly and warmly into me.
There was no initial tensing of my hole like I tend to have. The warmth and the oil and his intact cock all combined to just let my body relax in a beautiful way to accept him. I remember thinking that this is what man sex was supposed to be like.
Now his cock was about halfway in, and so he could sit up straighter, and his cock would not be visible to people passing by. The few men that were lounging in our area were aware of what was going on, and I could see many of them starting to masturbate their hard penis’ as they watched the scene.
The man scooted forward on my thighs, pressing even further up into my hole. As he continued to massage me, he would move towards my shoulders, which tilted his pelvis back a bit, then as he moved his massage back down toward my ass, his pelvis tilted forward, creating a beautiful rocking fuck motion that I was lost in with my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
People walked by without knowing anything was going on but a sunscreen massage on the beach. Little did they know that I was having the ass fuck of my life as I lay there under his complete control.
He rocked back and forth like this for a time that was lost to all time. I felt I had entered heaven, and I wanted to stay there forever.
I felt his breath get heavier, and his voice became more urgent as he prepared me for his coming seed. I felt the pulsing of his cock as my anus squeezed around him. I felt the warm milk enter my body, then his cock slid out and pulsed 3 or 4 more times onto my oily back. He fell down onto my back and rubbed his cock and his body against mine as he engulfed me in his arms. I could still feel his meaty penis pulsing and dribbling the last of his milk on my back and the milk slowly spilling out of my hole.
We stayed that way for a while with the sun beating on us.
“you want to go maybe to the aqua?” he asked.
I said yes, and we got up off the towel and walked down to the shore. His cock was still dripping semen as we walked, and I could feel the cum dripping down my back as I walked.
The cold water was a beautiful shock back into reality. I envisioned his seed being gobbled up by various sea creatures. We rubbed each other clean in the water, bringing our body temperatures down to a more normal level.
We walked back to our towels, and he gave me a hug before gathering his belongings and started walking down the beach, his large penis, satisfied for now, slapping against one thigh and then the next.
Mangos will forever hold a beautiful sexual connotation for me as long as I live.