2 Oct 2009

A Spring Adventure

The breach was completely deserted when I arrived. The spring sun was shining from an intense blue sky and I felt good being alone. I needed some peace and quiet.


I placed my things beside the towel, slipped off my swimming trunks, laid down and relaxed, keen on getting some sun. Enjoying the warmth of the spring sun caressing my body, I must have dosed off, relaxing in the warmth of the sun, because I woke up with a gigantic hard-on, feeling so horny that I would have to cool down or jack myself off.

How long I had dosed off, I don't know, because I hadn't brought my watch, but I was rather drowsy from the time in the sun. At that exact moment I notice a silhouette walking along the beach in my direction. With a reflex of prudence I turned over, lying on my stomach, hiding my hard-on, which insisted on my attention, as I tried to forget it and focus on the silhouette coming closer by the minute. Trying to ignore with throbbing cock, hidden away in my swimming trunks, I began to fantasize about the silhouette as it neared my spot on the otherwise empty beach. It was hard to see any definitive features, but the silhouette's outline indicated that it was a male, big and tanned with curly hair. The silhouette had a relaxed walk, and he seemed to be enjoying the small waves reaching the edge of the beach, where he walked.

When the silhouette arrived at the spot, where I was lying, he turned towards me, walked to my spot and laid down in the sand next to me, letting his fluorescent green swimming trunks slide slowly down over his crotch and his long muscular legs until he was completely naked! He stretched out in the warm sand and yawned, offering me a total view of his firm body.

"Como esta? Muy bien?"

Well... my Spanish being a bit weak at the moment, I gave him the thumbs up, letting him know that everything was shipshape. As he closed his eyes and pretended to dose off, he gave me a chance to really examine the hot male basking in the warm sand next to me. And he was hot as hell: his curly jet-black hair, three days worth of stubbles, a beautiful hairy chest from where the curly black hairs winded down his muscular stomach towards his crotch where his cock, which seemed to be semi erect - as far as I could determine from my current position - was lying gently against his right thigh!

The view and the closeness of this hot male troubled me enormously, as I felt my own cock swell and grow beneath me, aching for some much needed attention.

Without warning he opened his eyes and met my gaze, and he emerald green eyes sank into mine without as much as a hesitation or a blink. I have seldom seen anyone more inviting than the unknown Spanish guy lying naked with a growing hard-on next to me.

Without saying a word he invited me to follow him into the waves of the Atlantic Ocean. Again my Danish upbringing reminded me that it wasn't a good idea to be walking around butt naked on a public beach in the northern part of Spain, even if we seemed to be the only ones there at the moment, so I grabbed my swimming trunks, pulled them on and tried desperately to organize my hardened cock in such a way that it wouldn't be too obvious that the naked guy was turning me on. But little did it help; by now my cock was rock hard and throbbing against the thin fabric of the swimming trunks, and my prudence and my obvious failure of hiding my hard-on made the unknown guy laugh out loud. His laugh revealed a perfect set of shining white teeth and an honest laugh, making me feel totally idiotic, and without a second thought I slipped off the swimming trunks again and followed him to the edge of the salty water.

Barely had I reach the edge of the water, before my newfound Adonis splotched water all over me before he dived into the big bleu, leaving me alone, feeling wet and a bit disappointed. He soon returned to the surface and we spend a nice moment playing around in the water, spraying each other with water, brushing each other's bodies every so slightly, scuffling and playing. I was sure he was tried his best to be gentle and I could feel his cock brush against my thighs even so often.

After a pleasant moment in the water we went back to my towel, and before I could lie down, he grabbed my hand and led me away from the open beach and towards the sand dunes. My heart began to pound in my chest.

Quiet rapidly he had found us a hollow spot in one of the larger dunes and we lay down, side by side, on my towel. The sun was even warmer here because the mild breeze couldn't reach us in the hollow, and we were totally protected from prying eyes. Though I didn't see anyone at the beach beside us; perhaps it was still too early in the season?

Before I had time to think of what was going to happen, I felt his hands on my thighs. He began to dry my wet body and remove the sand which clung to my skin with his smooth hands. His touch was smooth and gentle all over my aching body. He was very skilled leading to believe that he was either a physiotherapist or a professional masseur. Needless to point out that hi caresses affected my cock - it sometimes seem to lead a life of its own - and it quickly rose to the occasion, beginning to leak precum.

I was getting hotter by the minute. And then he totally surprised me by leaning forward and beginning to cases me with his curly hair. His curls floated down my belly reaching my cock and then my nuts. It was totally wild... I was so horny by then; I grabbed my cock and smeared the precum all over his handsome face. He seemed to like it as he kept caressing me and giving me small lick with the tip of his tongue, giving me a titillating feeling all over.

Gently he began to b nipple me, starting at my aching nuts and slowly making his way towards the head of my swollen cock; his lips remained only half opened when he reached the head. Wow, what a sensation! This was the beginning of one of the best blowjobs I have ever had. He really knew what he was doing! And moreover he loved it. Several times I was on the brink of shooting my load, when he eased off ever so slightly, without letting go of my cock and balls.

Obviously, it was too good to be true, because the curly haired guy had other ideas in his head.

Suddenly, without any warning, he let go of my hard cock, leaving it exposed to the harsh sunlight. It glistened wet and slippery of his saliva. And then he grabbed both of our cocks in his hand, robbing them together, finding a slow rhythm, very slow indeed, that we both enjoyed. His cock was thicker and longer than mine, even though it wasn't fully erect yet. The closeness between us and the feeling of his cock against mine, the touch of his gentle hand robbing back and forth, his fingers slowing down and playing with the precum from our cocks, and his other hand playing hide and seek with our balls, was really getting to me.


God he was handsome, kneeling in the sun with both our cocks in his hand, the sun playing in his curls, giving them a different color everything the light shifted. Not a single second did his green eyes detached themselves from mine.

Little by little, with an infinite gentleness, he accelerated the jacking pace, and it was clear that he wanted us to come at the same time. I grabbed his tight as checks with both my hands and saw his excitement rose; he speeded out the pace another notch and used both hands on our cocks. His breath accelerated as did mine, he began to pant, and I followed his pace and growing pleasure. In an explosion we both came almost at the same time, big goblets of his white sticky cum hit my chest and chin, and mine hit his belly, running slowly down towards his cock.

After the last shot of man juice he fell laid down next to me, totally satisfied.

I must have dosed off again because when I woke up, he was gone without a trace. I looked everywhere for him, but he had vanished.

Every morning the rest of my stay I went to the breach, but he didn't return. There was no sight of him. Nada!

In the Wagon of the Gendarmes

Stopping at a picnic area along the motorway I just had time to notice the number plate of the car whose bumper had kissed mine through the heavy rain. And what a strange coincidence it was to see that the car, or wagon which it turned out to be, belonged to the gendarmes who were also present at the picnic area.

Rapidly I ran over to the wagon and explained to the gendarme in the driver seat that he had hit my car, the rain drumming the roof of the wagon and me. The gendarme invited me inside and talk, opening the back door of the wagon. The interior of the wagon was equipped as a small on the road office where the gendarme had entered by the sliding door, leading from the driver seat to the back. Sitting in front of the portable computer he asked for my driver's licence and social security number, so that he could report the incident.

It was in June, and despite the warm rain, the atmosphere in the back of the wagon was somewhat suffocating and warm. The gendarme seemed to be suffering from the heat because his blue shirt clung to his chest, revealing two hard nipples underneath, and a faint patch of fresh sweat was beginning to show at his armpits. He wasn't bad looking, this gendarme, in his early thirties, with his brow hair in a characteristic army like haircut, a thin goatee enhancing his full lips. I didn't remain insensible to the looks he gave me nor to his wide, persisting smile.

There was a smell of fresh male sweat in the small cabin, and I quickly realized why. Next to a bag full of used sports clothes stood a pair of worn out trainers each of them containing a previously white sock.


It was impossible for me to resist the temptation to inhale the lecherous smell from the trainers. I dropped my car keys on the floor of the wagon on purpose in order to bent over and smell the socks as I picked up my car keys. The trainers seemed to be huge as I closed in for a thorough inspection, at least a 13 or 13½.

I have to admit I am and have always been a size queen, and as the rule goes, big nose, big hands and big feet are an almost sure indication of a big – or even huge – cock. And these trainers were huge, indicating that the owner had something huge tucked away in his pants. Something that I would love to get my hands on...

I didn't think that the gendarme had seen me investigating the size of his trainers, but he caught me by surprise following my gaze. The sound of his masculine voice brought me back to the back of the wagon, forgetting all my lewd daydreams. His eyes held mine a moment before he eyed my crotch. My cowboy shorts couldn't hide my present state; my cock was hard against the fabric, trying to fight its way out of the confinement.

The situation was rather delicate, and I was not sure how to react, and then suddenly I realized that the gendarme was ostentatiously caressing the huge lump of hardening meat, lying down his left thigh. At the same time he apologized for sweating, but he was extremely hairy all over and it was rather warm in the back of the wagon. And I could only agree with him, as he started unbuttoning his blue shirt, slowly revealing his hard pecs and dark nipples.

He kept caressing the huge lump between his legs through the thin fabric, and the lump hardened and grew, slowly but surely. This was really happening; this muscular hunk was getting undressed in front of me. I was intoxicated to the smell and the sight.

The gendarme turned his chair a bit to the right giving me a full view of his hidden goods, tucked away in his pants. I could distinguish his huge cock and a pair of balls that seemed to belong to a horse and not a man. A small nod from him was all the invitation I needed. With a timid hand I began to loosen his belt, and he gave me room by spreading his legs further apart. Without hesitation I pulled his blue shirts out of his pants and grubbed his hairy chest with my free hand.

I made contact with a torso that was humid and hard. At the same time his cock kept on growing, swallowing to gargantuan dimensions and the outline of it underneath the think fabric was clearly visible. Finally I had opened the belt and began to unzip his pants. He rose, letting his pants fall down around his ankles. His cock was totally hard, leaving a small humid spot of precum on the front of his boxer shorts. I rapidly freed the trapped beast; the huge cock presented itself in all its might and glory, standing erect and reaching above his navel.

The growth of the hair was just as opulent in his crotch as it was on his chest. I gulped first one and then the other of his huge, hairy balls. My tongue left a trail of saliva as I made my inspection of his crotch. And then I turned my attention towards the head of the monumental piece of man meat. A large vein snaked its way down the shaft and I followed it from the head all the way down, until my nostrils encountered his ample pubic hair. With a lot of lust and an even part of determination I managed to swallow all of this gigantic cock, much to my own amazement as the amazement of the gendarme, who saw his manhood disappear down my narrow throat.

With all of his long and thick cock buried in my throat, the door of the wagon opened. I should have thought about it; I have never seen a gendarme on patrol on his own, and I guess I never will. Of course he was not alone, there were always two or more gendarmes patrolling together. I tried to ease of the huge cock filling my mouth and throat, but the gendarme, who was obviously enjoying all the intense attention, grabbed me by the ears and forced me back down over the swollen cock, preventing me from turning around and eyeing the newcomer.

The gendarme, who was viciously fucking my face, told his friend to join in, while the only thing I was able to do in my current situation was to swallow the huge cock I was so generously feed by the first gendarme. I identified some sounds behind me, indicating that the newcomer was quick to get undressed and take part in the action. He stood behind me, when my t-shirt literately exploded in two pieces between his strong hands. My shorts soon followed, leaving me butt naked in the back of the wagon with two horny gendarmes. Then his expert hands began to investigate my naked body. One of the hands soon found my prick, hard and longing for some attention. The hand rubbed my cock a few times before it disappeared again, leaving me wanting more.

Subsequently, the idle hands reached my arse cheeks, caressing them gentle, before they were separated and a rough finger found my hole and began working on it. Without warning the finger made its way inside and began its own investigation, and just as I was beginning to enjoy it, another finger joined in, renewing the sharp pain. The piercing investigation of my arse continued, until the second gendarme had four fingers buried inside of me, stretching my sphincter to new dimensions. And all the time I was trying to enjoy the fingers invading my butt, sucking the huge cock and preparing myself for what would come next.

The newcomer asked the first gendarme, if there was any lubricant in the wagon. Unfortunately there wasn't, but they came up with a solution; they would use my cum as lubricant. The second gendarme kept widening my sphincter while he jacked me off vigorously. I was so horny and totally ready to be fucked by the two gendarmes. The first gendarme withdrew his cock from my mouth, forcing me to suck his balls, while he slit his hand around his cock gently removing all the precum oozing out of the slit mixed with my plentiful saliva and smeared it into my crack, easing the way for the second gendarme's fingers. That did it for me, and I came into the hand of the second gendarme, who made sure to gather all the cum in the palm of his hand, smearing it onto his cock before ramming it into my arse.

He pressed on the small of my back, forcing me onto the floor. As I felt the head making its way through my sphincter, a sharp pain went through my arse and my lower back. I could feel a cock of monstrous proportions entering my narrow crack, and the only thing I could think of was getting the hell out of there. But before I could scream, the first gendarme rammed his cock down my throat again, leaving me no choice but to swallow. The head of the donkey sized cock entering my arse just kept on pushing forward, forcing my sphincter to open even wider.

My attempt to escape the intruding piece of man meat made it easier for the second gendarme to push forward, as he grabbed me by the hips, giving me a few forceful thrusts, and then my sphincter gave way and allowed the cock to enter; the gendarme, who was about to fuck my brains out, trusted forward with all his mighty force and rammed the cock all the way to the hilt. And then he stopped for a few seconds, giving me just about enough time to adjust to the huge cock invading my arse. But before I knew it, both of the gendarmes trusted forward and buried their cocks in my arse and my throat at the same time.

I felt the huge cock in my arse advancing inch by inch, filling me. Then the advancement stopped, and I figured that I had taken all of it. To be sure, I fondled my balls and made my way towards my crack to fell the second gendarme's nuts. But I couldn't find his balls. What i found was the large piece of meat sticking out my arse, and I realized that several inches were still outside. The advance began again and it continued for a moment, until I finally felt the second gendarme's balls hitting my crack.

I had two huge cock buried within me; one in my mouth, and the other one in my arse. And they both wanted to set the pace. The gendarme fucking me, began a slow, hard fucking rhythm, which slowly quickened, giving me no time to adjust. I felt big drops of sweat dripping down onto my back. After a few minutes the almost excruciating pain finally gave way to an intense pleasure, especially when the gorged head moved past my prostate. The gendarme fucking me began moving faster and faster, until he unleashed huge jets of cum deep in my arse, filling my man hole. The smell of the hot cum pushed me over the edge, and I cum on the floor of the tiny wagon. The gendarme still fucking my face was just about to reach climax, when the gendarme behind me pulled back and let his somewhat limp cock drop out of my sore arse, before he joined his colleague, smearing his cock over in my face, waiting for the mouth fucker to shoot his load.

We didn't have to wait long. The gendarme withdrew his cock, gave it a few jerks and shot a gigantic load all over my face. I swallowed as much as I could of the richly flavored juice, being somewhat distracted by the second gendarme's cock being showed around my face and the large amount of fresh cum.

After a few moments in total silence, I got dressed, and before I left the back of the gendarmes' wagon and thanked the two hot gendarmes, who were obviously heteros, or at least pretended to be, for their services, and much to my surprise they invited me to come back, when I was in need of their services...

Confessions of a Size Queen II

As I told you before I am a size queen; I just love them long and thick. There is simply no better turn on than a handsome guy with a long, thick cock aiming at my mouth or ass. I won't say that I am picky with men; I don't have any prejudices against any age group though I don't like them too young nor to old; against any race or colour be they white, red, brown, black or yellow, though I don't care much for small-dicked Asian men; or against any statue thin or thick, short or tall, though I don't care much for fat guys, who think that they are all that and more.

In one of my favourite porn shops the movie theatre is in the basement alongside with ten or twelve private cubicle; there are four different theatres, each showing a different film - only one of them shows gay films, the rest show heterosexual films of some kind - Latinas; Blacks; Big breasted teen girls and so on - and even though I am not into the whole bi-sexual scene, I like to be in those theatres because many of the heterosexual, straight guys tend to grow so horny that they are willing to let you give them a blowjob, when they have seen a bit of the film playing.

The cubicles are in two lines, divided by a narrow corridor, and between some of them there are holes which allow you to take a peek of the guy next door, and if you fancy a blowjob through the glory hole there is your chance. Some of the straight guys are so nervous that someone they know might see them getting a blowjob that they tend to be satisfied with the glory hole, which really isn't my style. I like to have access to the whole cock and the nut sack as well, but what the hell if the cock at hand is huge enough and the guy is willing, I'll go for it.

Last week during an unexpected visit to the porn shop described above, I took my time going from one theatre to the next just to get a feeling of who was there and how their equipment was.

There are three things that really turn me off; a small dick, fat guys who think that they are all that and more, and guys - no matter how hot they are, or how big the equipment is - who blow their loads in a hurry. Stamina is very important to me.

There was no one who I fancied at the moment, so I went to one of the cubicles to watch one of the films playing. I closed the door, sat down and began to look for a film, I like, skipping all the channels showing straight porn. I hate those bosomy women vulgarly screaming and jellying, while some fat guy tries to fuck them.

Finally I found a film for me, staring Pavel Marek and Pavel Novotny, both Czech guys are well hung tops, and they have filled many a fantasy of mine, when I have had to get off on my own. It didn't take me more than a couple of minutes to have an aching hard on, fantasying that I was the guy being pounded by the two super hung Pavels on the screen in front of me. My stiffy was aching for some desperately needed attention, but I tried my best to ignore it; I had come to suck some cock and hopefully get fucked, and I didn't want to come on my own.

I could hear a guy in the cubicle on my left was having some problems, because he was making some clatter as if he weren't able to fit in the narrow cubicle. After that I could hear a zipper being opened ever so slowly, trying not to making any noise what so ever, followed by a shallow moan.

The guy next door was getting into it, enjoying himself with a hand job. I leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the guy, and I was utterly disappointed. It was an older man with a fat belly hanging down and a somewhat limp dick, no more than 12 centimetres at the most. And the man was desperately trying to get it hard. I guess he heard the squeaks of my chair, because he turned his head, his fat cheeks vibrating as he stroked his miniature piece of man meat. He smiled at me and pointed to his prick. I shook my head, leaning back in my seat, trying to find something with which to close the hole in the wall between us. There was nothing I could use for that purpose, so I let it slide. I sat for a moment, considering whether nor not I should leave the cubicle; and after a few minutes I decided against it, because the old man next door seemed to have understood my rejection.

And then the door to the cubicle on the other side of mine closed, and through the glory hole I could see from the moving shadows that the guy who had entered the cubicle sat down, opening his fly and grabbing his goods. I leaned forward in my chair to get a better look of the guy, but the light was simply too dim. I could only see his neck and shoulders - which seemed to be somewhat broad - but it could also be the dim light and the shadows playing tricks on me.

I moved as silently as humanly possible, making sure that my chair didn't squeal as it had previously done with the old man. The new guy looked young, a kind of rough and handsome in the dim light. He wore a pair of baggy army pants with numerous pockets, a tight t-shirt that caressed his chest underneath a padded military jacket. From the angle I was watching him, I had no way of seeing his cock, but from the movements he made, it was clear that he was gently stroking it. Long, slow strokes going up and down his piece of meat.

It was rather exciting to watch the guy, so I got on my knees to get at better view, hoping that he would shift his position allowing me to see what he was carrying around in his baggy army pants. The slow moves he was making indicated that I wouldn't be disappointed. And I kept my fingers crossed.

The army guy was watching a heterosexual film, where two hot guys - the one hammering his cock into her mouth being quite hung - were fucking a young girl in both ends, preventing her from moaning too loudly. As military guy leaned forward to change the channel, he turned his head a bit sideways, eyeing me watching him through the glory hole. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw a smile on his face, as he found a gay film and leaned back again, keeping a firm grip on his manhood. He continued the slow movements up and down his cock, and I continued to watch his neck and a part of his shoulder, hoping he would change his position.

After a few minutes army guy stood up, took his padded military jacket off, revealing an amazing upper body; the black t-shirt was tight hugging his fit and rather muscular torso and biceps. As he hung his jacket on the hook beside the door he turned sideways, giving me a full view of his long cock; it dropped out of the fly of his baggy army pants, half hard, resting of two gigantic, shaved nuts togged away in a nut sack that somehow seemed to be way too small to contain them both at the same time. This was the guy I wanted to suck and get off, if he would let me. Army guy turned around, leaning against the door of his cubicle, smiling at me, while slowly jerking his cock the same way he had done before - long, slow strokes - giving me a full view of the action. I was horny as hell, aching to taste his cock and huge balls.

My eyes were locked onto the huge cock, which slowly but surely rose in front of my eyes, and army guy kept smiling at me through the glory hole. His face was calm; though I recognized the randy expression and the twinkle in his eye, as he was trying to remain in control of his hornyness. Army guy knew exactly what he was doing, turning me on while savouring the gentle touches and strokes on his hardening cock.

I licked my lips several times, my mouth was dry and my cock was stiff as if it were made of wood. I really wanted to taste his meat. I struck my tongue through the glory hole a few times indicating that I would do him the honours, if he would let me, but there was still no response. Just as I was about to give up, army guy shrugged as if he had been debating with himself and took a step forward, holding his cock only ten centimetres from the wall separating us from each other. He let go of his cock, which pointed upwards, reaching a point above his bellybutton. His nuts, which were jammed in the small sack, were hairless and completely round, hanging only a centimetre under the base of his one-eyed butt buster. He was truly handsome, standing with his stiff anaconda, snaking out of his fly pointing towards the ceiling.

I held my tongue out, hoping that he would lean in and feed me some of his awesome meat. And he didn't disappoint me, taking a small step forward, putting his index finger on his giant cock to align it with the glory hole and my waiting tongue, before he pushed forward, and finding the warmth of my mouth.

I tasted the tip, letting my tongue circle it before I let it slip all the way to the back of my throat, savouring the taste and smell of army guy. He tasted great, manly. The taste was a mixture of soap, fresh sweat and precum - a very nice mixture that really turned me on. And I guess that army guy also liked what I was doing to him, because he began to leak like a broken hose within seconds. And then he began to thrust his groin forward, hitting the wall time and again, trying to force his huge meat all the way down my throat.

Army guy's cock was just like a playground, and my tongue rapidly became the troupe of kids swinging enthusiastically from the monkey bars, wielding my skills with a brazen expertise. I wanted to make him enjoy every stroke and every lick, and without wanting to sound to ostentatious, I am somewhat of a master when it comes to cock sucking, at least that is what most of the guys I have had the pleasure of satisfying orally have said to me, and many of them keep coming back for more, so I guess they aren't lying. My hot tongue laved and prodded, licked and titillated, drew sloppy, wet swirls about the sensitive head and veiny underside of his leaking butt buster, trying to launch him into another world - a great big wet wonderful tongue world, where he was the king and the pleasures of good cock sucking was the daily homage shown him.

Just as I thought that he was getting close to busting his nut and feeding me his hot love cream he withdrew his cock from the hole, leaving my mouth with an empty feeling. He bent down, looked through the glory hole, smiled and whispered that I should meet him in the toilet in a few seconds. I smiled back and nodded, watching as he stood up again, fighting to get his gargantuan piece of stiff snake inside his pants, before zipping the fly. There was no way in hell he could hide his hard on, even when it was inside his baggy army pants, so he threw his padded military jacket over his arm, holding it in front of his crotch as he left the cubicle. I stood up, stuffing my cock inside my own pants, trying to rearrange it, so it wouldn't look too obvious and followed army guy to the toilet.

He was waiting for me outside the toilet, and he smiled as he motioned me inside, closed and locking the door behind him. I step forward, wanting to undress him, but he pushed me gently back and motioned me to sit on the toilet seat, while he began to undress in front of me.

He was truly handsome, no beautiful is the right word. His hair was short, cut in a traditional army style haircut and he had a well-trimmed goatee. Army guy's body was all curves and angles, hard and well-developed muscles, a six-pack, large pectorals and well-defined biceps, good, strong legs. His crotch was shaved except for a small line of hair running from his navel down towards the cock ending in a T; in short a very well-trimmed body. When he was butt naked he stepped back into his army boots.

"Do you like my cock?" he asked smiling.

"Yes, very much," I stuttered. I was so horny that it was difficult for me to think straight.

He kept smiling at me and squeezing his cock, forcing blood into the huge piece of meat.

"Would you like to blow me until I come?" Army guy asked.

"Sure," I replied.

"Do you swallow, if I let you?"

"Yes please," I answered readily.

"Do you like to get fuck?" Army guy was stirring intensely at me, his brown eyes boring into the depth of my soul, trying to make out if I was lying or tell the truth. Well to be honest, the question at hand wasn't all that difficult to answer truthfully, so I did. I nodded silently.

"Well, let's see how you treat Mr. Meat Missile here, and then I'll decide if I want to fuck you. But take care; Mr. Meat Missile is a long-range missile, just so you know."

Army guy smiled, giving his cock another good squeeze and it began to rise again, long and majestically. I remained seated, with open mouth, as hypnotised by the beautiful man in front of me; army guy was really a sight for sore eyes, and I was sure that if I gave him the chance he could make my ass sore. My surprised look amused army guy, and he kept stroking his cock right in front of me. It was obvious that he was very proud of his equipment, which he had every right to be. Again, it began to grow in front of my eyes, and I longed to taste it again, but I didn't have a clue of how to go about it, as army guy had taken the lead.

Luckily for both of us, army guy knew exactly what he wanted and when he wanted it. He grabbed me with his strong arms, lifting me up from my seat, unbuttoning my shirt with one hand, while the other fondled my ass and groping my cock and balls. He let his tongue follow the line of my neck, leaving a trail of his hot saliva and then he bit me tenderly on the ear lop, before his tongue roved my mouth in greeting.

His hands shucked off my shirt and jeans and pawed my naked body; it was quite obvious that he was hungry for some hot sex. And before I knew it he pushed me back onto the toilet seat, grabbing me by the chin and forcing his monster meat down my throat. I swallowed all of it grabbing him by his hard ass cheeks and pulling him into me. I swallowed the whole thing, feeling it hardening in my throat, rubbing harshly against my uvula, fighting to find room to grow. I let him face fucking me; until I needed to breathe again, drawing back my head and sucking in air greedily. Then I slid my tongue down the underside of his meat towards his shaved balls, sucking them one at a time, they were simply too big for me to take both of them into my mouth at the same time. Afterwards I went up and again, licked my way back before I swallowed again; savouring army guy's huge, hard and cream leaking meat. I was really turned on, and he seemed to be lost in my sucking, licking action.

Army guy's crotch reminded me of Burger King: Home of the Whopper. His cock was truly a masterpiece, a thing of mystic beauty while at the same time frightening because of its shire size. But I was too horny to care about that; letting him ram it all the way down my aching throat. The force of his thrusts indicated that he was close to bursting his nut, feeding me his ball cream, so I let him. I fondled his heavy nuts, feeling how they withdrew and grew into an even tighter ball of meat. Army guy picked up the pace, having a firm hold on my face, forcing his monster cock further and further down my throat, and then with a sigh he let go of a truly huge amount of hot man juice: "Here it comes," he sighed before letting go of all control.

And it did. It was more than I could swallow even though I did my best to follow his instructions, the hot creamy cum kept shorting into my mouth and down my throat and I kept on swallowing as much of it as I could, but some oozed out of my mouth and dripped onto my chin and down on my chest.
When he was finally finished, I kept sucking his cock as it went limp in my mouth, savouring the taste of his creamy load. He smiled at me, still having his cock in my mouth, and then he withdrew, not able to stand the friction any longer. He stepped back, leaning against the wall, breathed heavily. I used my fingers to gather the cum, which had dripped out of my mouth and onto my chin and chest, eating it as I held his gaze.

"I did warn you that my load would be huge," army guy smiled. He wasn't subtle.

"You did," I replied, glad that he had noticed my efforts and that I struggled to take all of it, and not intend to waste any of the precious drops.

"God, that was hot," army guy sighed, as he had caught his breath. "You can suck me anytime you like."

"I am ready to go again, if you are," I answered, holding my hard cock in my left hand, jerking it slowly.

"Just give me a minute," army guy said taking a deep breath, trying to catch his breath again. It was clear to both of us that I had done an excellent job, and that army guy was more than satisfied with my performance at least for the moment.

"You really like to blow a guy and take his cream, don't you?"
I smiled nodding, no words were necessary.

Leaning against the cold, tile wall army guy scratched his balls and gave his limp dick a hard tug, while he sighed ever so loudly. And I kept on jerking my own cock, horny as I was. I could still taste army guy's cum in my mouth, and it made me crazy with lust. I really hoped he would fuck me with his hard cock, even if I was afraid that I might not be able to take it. I was sure as hell going to give it an honest try if he wanted to feed it to me.

"Is your ass clean," he asked in an authoritative voice.

"Always," I smiled, telling the truth. I make sure to keep my body in working order just in case...

Army guy sucked on his middle finger, giving his half hard cock a few more yanks, before he stepped forward grabbing me by the arms again, making me stand up and smiling at me as he groped my ass, gently easing his middle finger into my tight hole. He smelled his finger, and much to his surprise it smelled of soap.

Then, unexpectedly, he pushed me back on the toilet seat, kneeling in front of me, where he began to lick my hole. His tongue tended my asshole in a perfect manner, and in a matter of second I was so hot that I could blow my load.

"Do you like it, when I lick your asshole, huh?"

Staked to the toilet seat with my feet pinned backed behind my ears could fathom no response to army guy's less than urbane inquiry, instead I showed my appreciation by moaning and sighing, when army guy's tongue went to work on my balls, making my cross-eyed with lust. Currents of pleasure speared my ass to the toilet seat, and I was crossed-eyed; I was ready to get fucked.

Army guy started out gentle enough, when he flipped me over on my hands and knees and, with no further overture, tried to burry Mr- Missile Head in me in one go, but as we both discovered it would take a bit of hard work to fit Mr. Missile Head in my ass crack; the good thing about was that army guy was very dedicated to the task at hand, and not once did he lost his interest in fucking my little tight ass.

Slowly, with all the consideration one could ever imagine emanate from a man like army guy, he began to fuck me with first one and then two fingers to loosen me up, and it kind of worked after some hard finger fucking, my hole was wet and I was moaning my bliss to an empty ceiling, feeling him robbing my man clit, and I was so enraptured and hornier than I felt before, ready to take his long meat missile. Army guy felt it too; he removed his eager fingers from my hot hole.

"Here goes nothing," army guy said, as he pushed his huge cock into my ass. This, of course, was a meiotic - it was not nothing he was shoving up my back side, and he slit it all the way home; all the way to the hilt. Nice and slow, just going forward, one centimetre at a time, nice and easy. I was there and I felt this huge cock being buried in my ass, but I still could believe that this huge piece could be fitted into my narrow crack. But it could. And army guy did an excellent job. Finally he reached the end of the line, as his pubic hairs scratched me ass cheeks and his nuts rested against my crotch.

"Can you feel it?" army guy asked, "Can you feel Mr. Missile Head stuffed up your ass?"

Stupid question actually, though I didn't tell him that. I had participated in getting the long, thick cock inside my body, but at the same time there was something nasty about the way he asked the question
And I could feel it. I could indeed feel Mr. Missile Head prodding the depths of my ass, ploughing and plumbing the deepest regions of my manly hole. I reached down under him and fondled his nuts which felt as large as cue balls.

What a fucking man! Was all I could think, being stuffed with his cock and still having the taste of his hot ball cream in my mouth.

Machinelike, army guy's cock pistoned in and out of my body. Each stroke quaked me, retracted my hole and beat the air out of my lungs.

"Oh, yeah," I kept moaning. "Yes! All the way in as hard as you can!"
With a snide grunt, army guy seemed glad to oblige. To me it felt as through army guy had just unreeled another five or six centimetres of hard cock into my ass. It was an excruciating mix of pain and mind-boggling pleasure. His cock was coring me like an apple. His thrusts grew harder and deeper, as he pounded my hole, as if he were trying to nail me to the uncomfortable toilet seat, making me lose my grip, but luckily his firm grip on my narrow hips held me in place. Army guy roared and slammed himself against my hips.

"Uh-huh," army guy promised. "I'll be busting my babe a big nut up this ass. I'm going to crack a load in you so hard my spunk'll be squirting out your nose. You'll need the biggest hanky in the world..."

It was clear to both of us that army guy was getting close to busting his nut, and I began to stroke myself, intent on joining his arriving climax. And before I knew it, army guy grabbed my hips, holding me tight, and with a low roar, he came deep inside me, as my own cock contracted and cum jutted out, hitting my chest, the toilet and the wall in front of me. I could feel army guy's cum spout inside of me, filling my ass with some of the hot manly juice I could still taste in my mouth. God it was hot.
With his huge love stick buried inside of me he leaned forward and kissed me passionately, making me shiver with lust and surprise. Most straight guys, when they have got what they came for, normally withdrew their cock and hurried out, but not this guy. Army guy was different in so many ways. After a long, passionate kiss - he still had his warm tongue buried in my mouth - he gently withdrew his cock, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see it was still semi hard.

God, that was hot!" army guy whispered in my ear. "I really do hope that we will be seeing more of each other..."


I nodded, hoping the same.

Confessions of a Size Queen I



I have to admit that I am indeed a size queen, there is just no way about; I love huge cocks. I love to suck a huge cock, having it shove down my throat, being face fucked until it pumps loads of hot cum into my mouth and down my throat, forcing me to shallow. And if the well-equipped guy at hand is ready for it, having a huge cock hammered up my ass and being fuck long and hard, feeling the heavy nuts bang against my butt cheeks and tights.


My only problem is that there aren't that many guys around with huge cocks, so whenever I get the chance I go to a cruising area nearby, one of the porn shops with movie theatres or the local sauna to find someone, who is equipped and willing to help me out.

I am quite good-looking - a former male model being 1 a metre and 80 and weighing 80 kilos - and I try to keep as fit as possible. My hair is blond and I have bright blue eyes, which sparkles in the sunlight. And to tell you the truth, most guys are turned on by my looks and willingness to go down on them.

During my early career I lived in Paris for almost two years, some of the best time I have ever had. Paris is wonderful, and the gay scene is even better. If you haven't been there, do yourself a favour and go.

Well during my stay in Paris I used the Metro a lot, just like you do with the U-Bane in Berlin, the Tube in London and the Sub in New York, and there was something very exciting about the Metro. During rush hours people normally stand so close to one another that it is impossible not to touch the persons surrounding you, which, I have to confess, I exploited more than once. It is phenomenal; at first the guy being fondled and groped does nothing because he isn't sure who is doing what, and then when he discovers that you're the one with your hand on the family jewels he can do three different things, either he can shout at you, making you stop exposing what you are doing, or he can leave quietly, avoiding to out you and himself, or he can lean back and enjoy the rest of the ride. Most guys I have done this with - I have done it five times -opted for the second or the third possibility. No one ever took the first way out.

The first time it happened I was on my way from the flea market at Porte de Clignancourt to Odeon to meet some friends, with whom I was going to have dinner. The ride from Porte de Clignancourt to Odeon is a very long one, mind you, and the wagon I was in was simply too overcrowded. An elderly looking man with a cane was desperately trying to find a seat, and I gracefully stood up, giving him mine, even if it would deprive me of the enjoyable view I had to the guy opposite me.

The guy I was keeping a keen eye on looked as if he were in his late twenties, early thirties; he was tall and athletically built with a handsome face and a strong chin with a dimple in it. His brown eyes were watchful and I was sure that he had noticed me looking him over more than once. However, I just couldn't help myself; there was something magical about him, something that kept drawing my eyes to his finely toned body and the huge lump in his tight jeans.

There I was, giving up my seat to this elderly looking man with his cane, and as I raised from the seat the athletic guy gave me a broad smile. I grabbed a hold of the bar next to him, and the metro wagon huddled along towards the next station, and as so often before the light went and came all the time, sometimes the lights would flicker for several minutes, which was quite usual. The athletic guy was standing in the corner and I was sort of blocking his view of the other passengers, when the driver of the metro hit the breaks quite hard, making most of the standing passengers lose their balance for just a moment. I took one step backwards, trying to regain my balance, and my free hand accidentally brushed his crotch; there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that this guy had a huge cock, and that his cock was somewhat inflated as I touched it. That did it for me; that was all the encouragement I needed. Randomly and obviously by accident I kept on brushing the guy's crotch with my ass, leaning back ever so often, and the effect was clear to both of us.

In the window in front of me I could see him fighting a loosing battle, trying to control his erection. There was absolutely no way he could leave the wagon now, not before the piece of elephant meat had gone down, which I wasn't going to let happen, if I had anything to say about it. As nonchalant as I could I put by arm behind my back, making sure that none of the other passengers could see, what I was doing back there, and I began to work him over. I started out being very gentle, brushing his growing lump, caressing it and enjoying the feeling of the swelling.

He seemed to enjoy it as well, even though it was quite awkward for him being torn between his growing lust and the rising fear being spotted by some of the other passengers. The athletic guy was desperately trying to control himself and his breathing, which was turning into gasps. I acted as if everything was as it should be, and I pretended not to notice his subdued moaning; but it was clear to me that I had him on the edge; a few rapid moves with my skilled hand, and he would have come in his jeans. I was, however, not going to let him of the hook that easily, as I was just beginning to enjoy myself. I kept up the imperceptible movement behind my back, adding and reducing the pressure of the athletic guy's stiff horse cock. It was actually quite hot; I would have loved to suck him off - but there were too many passengers in the metro wagon - so that would have to be another time and another place.

The metro ride continued, and as we went under the river Seine, many people got of at Les Halles and some at Le Quartier Latin, leaving the rest of us some more space and room to breathe, but it also forced me to step away from my jerk victim, as it would appear totally out of place if I had kept him cornered. I should have stepped off at Odeon, but decided that I would be half an hour or maybe an hour later for the dinner with my friends, and I was sure that they would understand when I told them want happened. As I stepped away, he smiled awkwardly at me, holding one of his bags in front of his crotch, trying desperately to cover his hard cock, which would have jutted straight out, hadn't it been for his all too tight jeans. As the metro drove into the Denfert-Rochereau station - there are only three stations after this one before the metro line ends at Porte d'Orleons - we were finally the last two persons in the wagon.

Athletic guy finally removed the bag for his crotch and revealed what looked as an aching hard on. There was a huge wet spot of precum on his jeans, and it was possible to see the outline of the whole cock and the huge balls that went with it. This guy really turned me on. The hung guy didn't say anything, he just placed his bags on the floor, sat down, unbuttoned his jeans and wiped his huge butt buster out of the all too tight enclosure. It was beautiful in all its glory, even though I have to admit that I was happy that he couldn't fuck me then and there, because this cock was truly gigantic; some 25 centimetres in length and a girth that was amazing. It was larger than my wrist... There was simply no way that he would ever be allowed to shove that up my ass, but I was more than willing to give it a try with my mouth.

"Sucez-moi," he said. "Blow me."

And that was all the encouragement that I needed to go down on this masterpiece of hot man meat. I was so horny, longing to taste his cock and his ball juice.

With the tip of my tongue I made the head wet, before I opened as wide as I could, try to fit the entire piece into my mouth, and surprisingly I managed. I was more successful than I care to remember, because at the moment the when athletic guy felt the warmth of my mouth on his cock, he grabbed me by the ears and thrust, with all his built-up hornyness and strength, his fat piece down my throat, where he kept it until I began to gag. I really needed some air, but athletic guy only loosened his grip ever so slightly, allowing me to take a deep breathe before he pushed my mouth back down over his huge member. He was definitely in need of some cock sucking from the way he acted. And there was no doubt in my mind that this guy was either straight or bisexual, gay he wasn't, because no gay guy would ever force his partner to blow him like that; but most "straight guys" do that - well that is my experience anyway.

While the metro wagon was driving towards the end station, I kept up the good work, working him over the best I could sucking, licking and trying to swallow it all without choking myself in the process. My hands were just as busy as my mouth and overworked throat, fondling his huge, beautiful balls, groping them and making them twist around in the tiny sack that seemed to be way too small for the two gigantic lumps he was carrying. It was an unforgettable blowjob, to me anyway. I am quite sure that athletic guy enjoyed it as well, judging from the groans and moans this unknown guy let out from time to time, and from the way he kept pressuring me down to the very base of his huge piece of hard meat.

After a while of being forced to swallow the large cock from end to end, my throat began to adjust to the shire size of it, and I began to follow the rhythm he indicated with his hands. His balls tightened up in the small sack and I knew that he was getting closer to spraying his load in my willing mouth. I figured that I still had a few minutes to go before the eruption happened, but I clearly miscalculated, because before I could move backwards and gain some control over the situation, athletic guy grabbed my head again and forced me all the way down, letting out a loud sigh as the hot cum jutted out of his cock, which was again buried in my throat. Jets of hot ball cream invaded my mouth and throat and forced me to swallow if I wanted to survive this close encounter. Athletic guy sighed and moaned ever so loudly; he was clearly enjoying ever movement I made with my tongue and throat muscles. It was the apotheosis; he had come and didn't seem to care about me, standing up, withdrawing his half stiff cock from my mouth, wiping it over my face, pressing out the last drops of sperm, before he began the fight to put it back in to his jeans. I licked my lips, removing any traces of his ejaculation on my face before I stood up with a smile, my own cock aching for some much needed attention, but I ignored it. There would be time to think of that later. Before athletic guy left the metro wagon with his bags, he gave me a huge smile, groped his package and walked off. That was one hot mother fucker; and I knew that I would go down on him anytime. My only regret is that I didn't meet him again...