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    Bi-Sexual Male / 45

    This happened about 2 years ago. I by chance caught the sight of what was the largest cock I've ever seen in the changing rooms of a swimming baths. I was transfixed and he knew it. There was nothing special about him but that cock! it was hanging down to just above the knee. Mine is 8'' but was a toy in comparison. Because he'd spotted me I blurted out, 'that's an impressive weapon you have there'. He asked me if i'd like to touch it and without hesitation nodded. I watched as if in a trance my hand reach out and grasp it. It was full but not erect. I sniffed it and then my tong left my mouth making contact with it. 'Have ever tasted precum', he asked, 'wank me'. The tip was glistening and my tong darted out to taste. I masterbated him as I enclosed the gland with my mouth and drank from the pump. I remember looking up to see him smile, 'Now it's time to do me a favour', he exclaimed. He wanted to cum in my mouth and for me to swallow. Wanking his meat and playing with his balls did the trick and as he pumped I eagerly drank. That was it he'd done with me.

    #45611 — Comments (0) — Aug 9, 2019 at 2:04 PM — That's Juicy! (36) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 21

    So I've been discreetly bi since I was 15, i moved to a very rural and small knit community when i was 18.

    As of recently I've been using a meeting site to meet with people.... heres the weird bit I think someone I work with has found me on it, I accepted their friend request and they immediately messaged me guessing my real first name, then asking about someone that I work with asking if I would suck his cock now I think that the person I work with is the person I'm messaging as they're the exact same age as that person....

    I'm really nervous and not sure what to do.

    Advice please (hes my boss)

    #45603 — Comments (0) — Aug 8, 2019 at 1:03 AM — That's Juicy! (23) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 24

    I sucked cock for the first time when I was 14. It was an older man and I couldn't get enough of his cum once I got a load down my throat. I have loved mancum ever since. I never wanted to get sucked by other guys, though I did let another boy a couple years younger than me do it a sometimes. I wanted to be the one receiving the hot liquid from a mans spurting cock. This continued despite the fact that at 17 I finally got a girlfriend to fuck and who would suck me. She was a lot more experienced than I was and after a few months asked me to fuck her in her ass. I loved that feeling better than a BJ or pussy sex. But I still had a need to suck men, especially older mens, cocks and swallow all the cum they'd let me have.

    I never wanted to get fucked, or to fuck them, actually not even get sucked by the other guys as I had a girlfriend to take care of that for me. I did get fucked sometimes. I had a 43 year old married man r**e me in my ass at 16. That was my first, I begged him not to do it and once he was in and pumping I asked him to quit and he just covered my mouth with his hand and told me to shut up and "take it like a good girl". I went back to him, and got fucked some more, he even let some of his friends fuck me. A couple of other guys, one timers mostly, would force me to take their cocks in my ass but I still try to get cum from as many guys and cocks as I can. I especially like taking my girlfriend on a date and kissing her, knowing that I had just had 1,2, or more guys cum in my mouth and swallow their loads. She hasn't noticed the taste and smell yet, or if she has, she's said nothing. I even buttfucked her after a guy made me take a fucking and left a huge load in my ass. I fucked my girlfriend with a load of sperm in my asshole. I came so fast I had to apologize and eat her out licking and cleaning my sperm in the process, and making her cum too. I've found another way to get sperm in my mouth now.

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    Bi-Sexual Male / 37

    Traveling for over a month on business, horny as shit. I fucked a homeless boy for $ 20. He said it was his first time, I think as tight as he was and the pain he was showing it might have been. I'm going back tonight for more.

    #45594 — Comments (0) — Aug 7, 2019 at 10:02 AM — That's Juicy! (25) Remove It. ( * )
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    Gay Male / 24

    I am not a sex addict, say it over and over again. But of course you are a sex addict, just look at how many different men you have let fuck you, how many men you have sucked, how many different men you have jerked off. That you say you started because in the fifth grade another boy jerked you off is irrelevant to whether or not you're a sex addict. You are a sex addict because you cannot turn down sex, you look for sex, you thrive on sex and the fact that you look for stranger sex proves you are a sex addict.

    Anywa y that's the way my conversation goes with myself after I suck off some guy in his car or let some guy have sex with me.

    #45593 — Comments (1) — Aug 7, 2019 at 9:57 AM — That's Juicy! (22) Remove It.
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    Straight Male / 18

    At 15 I found a mens room in a park with a gloryhole. I would go there several times a week to get off in some guys mouth. I'm 17 now and fuck my girlfriend regularly and get sucked by her, but when she doesn't want sex I go to the park.

    #45592 — Comments (1) — Aug 7, 2019 at 9:12 AM — That's Juicy! (28) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 29

    He came in me twice. Once down my throat and once deep inside my asshole. I cried inside myself, not for the fucking he'd just given me, or the beating I'd suffered first, but for the fact, I'd cum too.
    You don't displease someone like Mr B. It's just not done. But I didn't know who the fuck he was, or what he was supposed to be in relation to my mothers debt. All I knew, is the bastard had my father beaten to prove a point. And being a hard young man, No one was going to deal their justice to my family.
    The thing is, I didn't know who he was.
    The point he proved with my father, is he didn't care who he sorted out. And that in itself angered me. I found out eventually where I could find him, walked over tooled up and expected to just breeze in and correct the violence and misery he'd put on my family.
    I was nineteen years old, and the day was exactly ten years ago today.
    I'd fought many men, many hard men who I'd beaten easily. Guns and the trapping of them were for the dickheads. Anyone can pull a trigger, it doesn't make them a man. I faced men, real men from the age of fifteen and I'd only taken one other beating. I was hard, just as hard as those who's hands, bodies and tough skulls were working men's.
    I saw no reason for me to fear Mr fucking B, so like an idiot, I went to see him.
    On the way, I wondered why my mother would approach a shithead like him. And then I passed a flyer on a post. Gambling, enough said.
    Like an vengeful righteous man, I entered his place and brought out my club and clever. Then my world went black.
    I awoke with a mans face in front of me and headache which thinking back now, was the worst feeling I'd ever had up to that point in my life.
    The man in front of me punched me, and my head unbelievably cleared somewhat. It was then a series of hurt, anger, frustration and some deep down fear welled up in me. But I was me, a young hard man who knew he'd beat the shit out of them. Only I couldn't.
    As soon as the beating stopped, the same face appeared in front of me and his voice clearly said "Your mine this afternoon, all afternoon".
    I was told I was to entertain him. I was told if I didn't, it wasn't me who would suffer again. That sentence and the inference behind it was left hanging. I knew who would be brought into his shitty world if I didn't do as he asked.
    So when his penis, which looked so big flaccid, was put in front of my blooded face, and he told me to suck it, I opened my mouth and accepted my fate.
    They cheered as I sucked in his dick. I knew I was being humiliated to make me understand who ran that part of town, but I had other thoughts in my head. Horrible thoughts about what I'd do to them individually when I recovered. Still I had a job to do and I figured, if I sucked his cock good enough, he'd cum and I could be on my way, so to speak.
    He didn't cum quickly at all, and the other men got bored. Other than the man who held me, all the others left one by one. Then with a word from him, the man who held me, released his powerful grip and I began to suck his cock in earnest. Only then did he begin to moan and tell me I was becoming a fantastic cock sucker. The best he'd had in years. And on it went.
    Finally his cock pulsed so hard in my mouth, I felt his veins pop and then bam, his cock exploded and I was swallowing cum before I knew it. Holding my head like a vice, he pumped his cock down my throat making me gag, but also forcing me to take every drop of his cum.
    It was done, I was going to be ashamed and embarrassed, but it was done and I could seek medical help.
    Not even the half of it. Lifted, and that's when I realized how weak I was, I was forced to lie on his huge oak desk. My clothing was already torn off me, so my asshole was on view and he wanted it. Yet it wasn't like cock sucking.
    I was face down on his desk, the door opened then closed and I knew then we were alone.
    The heat from his breath made me jump. I wasn't expecting to feel pleasure. I expected to feel his cock spear me and to feel pain. Yet his tongue snaked out and it lapped at my rear hole.
    He spoke again. Mr B told me I had a very cute ass and that he felt I owed him for daring to enter his premises tooled up. He told me, I was to pay with my asshole, and he would decide when payment was fully debited.
    My ass cheeks were pulled apart, and in those wonderful minutes I learned why so many people, men and women, love to have their assholes tongued.
    He worshiped my asshole and when I say worshiped, I genuinely mean that man spent an age licking, burying his face in it and tonguing my asshole so deeply, it felt like a small cock was inside of me. And what's more, my cock which he instantly recognized, became fully erect.
    Raised up and stood behind me, Mr B asked me if I'd ever indulged with men sexually. I tried to say something, but was hit hard on the back of my head. He told me he already knew, but he wanted to see if I would try and respond. "Still have fight in you", were his words.
    Then in a split second, my asshole was split and his cock entered me. Any pain I'd suffered before, was nothing to the seering pain inside my asshole. But try as might, I couldn't move. And then it began.
    There was no easing of his cock into my body. I wasn't there to bargain, to plea or to effect his pleasure, other than to be the vessel for his cock. And Mr B fucked me.
    Each thrust at first was like a hot knife entering me. My asshole burned and was wracked with abject pain. It was so painful, I very nearly passed out. Yet his massive cock just kept on sliding further and further inside of me and with each stroke, I became number.
    The door opened. I registreed it through the fucking. Something was said and I heard Mr B say "It's all been paid",. The answer he got back made him respond "Fuck it, I'm stil having him".
    As soon as the door closed, his cock slid out of me, I was yanked around and placed on my back, slap bang in the center of his desk. Pulled back with my ankles on his shoulders, he slid his cock back into my asshole and it was then I felt the first inklings of joy.
    Looking up through my bruised eyes, I saw a man in his late forties, a man who looked like he knew how to hurt people, yet someone who I later found out had enjoyed lots of young men sexually.
    Putting his hand onto my chest and wrapping another around my erection, he began to buck hard into my ass. Not once from then on did he look away from my eyes.
    Telling me I was going to enjoy his dick, I couldn't lie to him. My cock was straining in his hand and he already knew by then, his cock was giving me immense pleasure. Leaning in, his cock went as deep as it had from behind, only when his cock bottomed out, instead of pain, it brought me to a point where I couldn't help but say "Oh fuck yeh".
    He understood that little point and from then on, we fucked together.
    I'd passed that sexual cross roads and we both knew it at the same time. Mr B went wild with passion for my asshole and I went wild for him to be deep up my fuck hole. It was as weird as you get, a man who only a short time before had beaten me senseless, was fucking me and making me feel so sexually alive.
    His cock became my only focus as he stared unblinkinly int my eyes and without any notice my cock erupted like a volcano, spewing my cum all over my stomach and my chest.
    He laughed out loud and screamed he was cumming, and like a flood entering my bowels, his cum flushed through me and I was his.
    My torn clothes were burned in front of me in the back yard. All my possessions were given back to me and an envelope was put in the pocket of the joggers I was given. I'd been given a shower and someone, a female, who I'd not seen before had looked me over. The top was new too and the sneakers were my size.
    Before I was driven back to my parents home, I was spoken to. I won't say what was said, only that my parents owed no one debt money from then on, and within months their mortgage was fully paid. My fathers job was made redundant, but before he was given the option of a crap payout, he was promoted.
    Ten years on, I'm still a hard young ish man and I can look after myself. Mr B is nearly in his sixties and he's still fucking this young ish guy a few times a week.
    I've grown to love his cock deep inside of me and I've grown to love his more tender and intimate side. It's funny, if I'd gotten through to him ten years ago, I have no doubt in my mind I would have used my club and clever, yet as I lay here in his bed, after a whole night of his cock entering my mouth and asshole, I doubt very much I'd allow anyone near him.
    After all why would I allow my anyone to hurt my lover. MY Mr B.

    #45591 — Comments (0) — Aug 7, 2019 at 6:57 AM — That's Juicy! (20) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 20

    None of the men are here for more than fifteen minutes. Most are only here around five to ten minutes and some much less than that. The quickest was a guy who as soon as he dropped his shorts, and slid his cock up my asshole, he came almost immediately. It worked for him and he was delighted with his arrive, shove it in, fuck me for a couple of strokes and cum. Within five minutes he was on his way and I soon learned most of the men just want a cum dump.
    Every week I offer my services to men who want to relieve their sexual frustrations. I would say the vast majority are married and I would also add, probably not getting any at home.
    I used to suck them off too, but after a particularly bad experience with one guy, I only suck a guys cock if I know him really well, or he's someone who I trust implicitly.
    Most of my fuck partners don't care anyway and just want my tight young hole to fuck. And that's what I offer them at the motel. It's situated only a minutes walk from the truck stop and just across the street from a complex car park. Like I said it's very convenient for most of the married men who fuck me and go. They all have to wear a condom (Except two guys) and they all have to buy them from me. It costs them five bucks for the condom and five bucks to enter the room. They don't pay me, they pay Jonny the motel owner who's one of the men who fucks me bareback. He's seventy one now and has a wife who won't let him fuck her. She doesn't care less he's fucking me and we often fuck other than the one 'open day'.
    On an average 'Open day' (Around six hours) I'll have five to ten men visit my asshole with their hard cocks. On a particularly busy and horny day, I've had as many as sixteen guys using my asshole to dump their loads.
    One of the men who uses my services, is a person who works in the council offices. He tells me since I began almost a year ago letting guys fuck my ass, the local domestic violence rate has gone down. So it's not just me having a wonderful days sexual fuck party. It's also a community service and one I should charge rates for lol.
    Tomorrow is my next fuck fest, and I'm expecting at least eight men. Lets hope one lasts long enough to make me cum, as it's my new way of orgasming. I don't touch myself and let the man who's fucking me, drive me to climax. Last week I came twice, Once with a trucker and once with the council operative. It was him and his large cock that fucked me last. Something the dirty bastard loves most, fucking me after I've been stuffed full of cock all day.

    #45577 — Comments (0) — Aug 6, 2019 at 8:09 AM — That's Juicy! (24) Remove It.
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    Gay Male / 31

    Between my undergraduate and graduate program I rented a small house near Barcelona in a small village on the Mediterranean. I took a walk every day, I loved the morning on the sea and would stop for coffee at this small café on the way back to the house. This was a morning routine and after several mornings the man who ran the place spoke to me, and I spoke back with my broken Spanish and we became friends. He told me about his village and that he had been born there but he worked all his life as a truck driver for a beer distributor until he retired and opened the small café. After several conversations he told me about this small restaurant that I should go try and suggested that if I was free that evening I could meet him there. We had our dinner of local seafood and after dinner we went for a walk along the main highway towards his apartment building and he invited me inside. Once inside he offered me a coffee or a glass of wine and said that he always thought that I was a good looking young man, stood close to me and told me that he was going to kiss me. "Come to me and let me enjoy your company", and he unbuttoned my shirt and helped me get out of my pants and he undid his shirt and got out of his pants and presented me with his cock to suck. I closed my eyes and sucked him. I lay back on his bed and he leaned over me kissing me and playing with my nipples and sucking my cock. I asked him if he had anything to help because I was scared to have him go in without any form of lubricant. He looked around and came back with a jar and I opened my legs so that he could lube me up.

    That night in that small village on the coast I had what was up till then my best fuck. It was him, he wasn't new to any of it, he knew just how to proceed and he was both gentle and firm and made sure that I enjoyed it as much as he did. For the rest of my summer months, while I got ready to go to graduate school I went for my walk in the morning and joined him for a cup of coffee at his café. If no one was there he would run his hand through my hair, we had sex most every night, waking up in his bed, watching him get ready for the day, I loved to watch his shave in the morning sun, his hairy chest and belly, his cock between his legs. That's the image of I have of him. Everyone should have a summer like mine, a carefree summer romance. He would march down to open the doors to his business and I would get ready and go and take my walk on the beach.

    #45552 — Comments (0) — Aug 4, 2019 at 9:49 AM — That's Juicy! (16) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 46

    I certainly do not know where this came from, all I know is when it started. I was in Hong Kong on business, dead tired from the flight and just wanting a little supper and then to bed. It was in the coffee shop at the hotel when this other traveler suggested that we keep each other company and we had our dinner together. He was much more talkative than I was and he offered to take me to this bar where there was Karaoke, he said it was fun watching these Chinese pretend to be American artist.

    The place was crowded, 95% Chinese and the singing was loud and bad and sometimes good, and the crowd was enthusiastic, and one after another was pushed on stage. I hadn't noticed but then I moved my hand and I realized he had his hand on mine and was holding it. I feeling of whatever went over me from head to toe, do I move my hand and break his focus? Do I just sit there? When we left he was very talkative and when we got back to the hotel he asked if he could come up to my room for a nightcap. He of course knew what he was doing and the nightcap turned into a battle to let him suck me and after he sucked me to have me suck him which I surrendered to but I did suck him. We ended up naked on the bed, he offered to pleas me but I just couldn't go that far, it was bad enough that we were both naked and I had sucked his cock. He then gave me the bill, 200 Honk Kong dollars for the night out.

    The memories of that night, the feelings that I know had just wouldn't quiet down. I met a man at a Pizza Parlor and he talked me into going with him and I sucked his cock, this time without being forced. I told him how much of a novice I was and he took it in stride and let me suck on his cock until he needed to do something with it and I succumbed to having anal sex with him. After that I was more and more turned on by it, checking out the man at the post office, the man in the checkout line, the man sitting alone at the mall food court. I sent body messages but nothing clicked. I found out by trial and error that hanging out at the Denny's counter late at night brought out some men who were looking and that is where I hooked up, back to their motel room beside the Denny's and I was able to succumb to my desires. But all this was hit and miss, I needed something regular, a place where I could go and hook up.

    The internet was new and my outlet continued being the Denny's with men driving through and one night the cook asked me if I ever went to this bar, which was down the freeway about ten miles. I should go he said, I might find it interesting. I went to my first gay bar. I didn't know the protocols so I waited to be propositioned which didn't happen, I was too old it seemed, all the young guys were hooking up but not me. I went back to the Denny's and hooked up that night right away. I found out that the night cook was the one sending men my way.

    I am retired and moved to where the winters aren't so cold and I found a small grill where you can sit and wait for a fly to come and sit beside you and start up a conversation. I know what to say now and I can 'see' much better now and hardly ever make a mistake. Most of the customers there are down for a couple of weeks and some come looking for my sort of company. I stay connected and my friend at the door sends men my way if he thinks they are my type. I reward him with nice gifts.

    #45539 — Comments (3) — Aug 2, 2019 at 11:01 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove It.
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