I was cruising on Squirt.org, looking for uncut cock.
I'm mostly straight, but every so often I get the taste for men. Older men. With big, uncut cocks.
The feeling of foreskin gliding over my full lips is something I can't ever get enough of. Gently pushing back the skin with my lips, gliding my tongue over a fat, mushroom cock head gets my dick rock hard.
I met Juan several times over six months or so until things faded out and we lost touch, but the first time we met is etched in my brain. The scene plays over and over in high-def whenever I get horny.
He was married, retired, in his late 50s. He kept a motorhome parked in Sacramento, pretty close to my house. I got off work early one day and he was free, so I hopped in my pickup and drove over to the trailer park. My stomach was doing flips when I pulled up next to his large RV, cut the engine, and walked up to the door.
"The door's open, just come on in," he had IM'd me.
I walked up to the door, opened it, and walked in out of the hot Sacramento sun into the air-conditioned trailer.
And there he was.
Gray buzzcut, thickish black glasses, his robe open and showing off a smooth, brown toned body. His uncut dick dangled between his legs, semi-erect.
"Grab yourself a beer." "Thanks."
I popped open a beer and started undressing.
"So, you're real horny, huh?" "Yeah," I said, shyly. "You're just my type." "Thanks."
I pulled off my pants, shoes, and socks, and stood there in my tight boxer briefs, my dick starting to swell. I took a long pull on the beer and he beckoned me closer, to a little couch near the front of the RV.
He pulled me near him and stuck a hand down the front of my briefs, unleashing my dick. And in one quick movement, he sucked my cock into his mouth, urging it harder, flicking his tongue over the head. He moaned slightly, and got to his knees. I sipped on the beer and he started working my now rock-hard cock deep into his throat. He hit a bottle of poppers and passed it to me. One deep hit and I threw my head back as the rush started unfolding, spreading through my body, releasing what few inhibitions I had.
I looked down and noticed his dick swelling up. The foreskin just started to pull back from his fat cock head and I murmured in appreciation.
He stood up, cupping my balls.
"Damn, you got some big nuts on you." "And big loads, too." "I bet you do."
He moved against me, taking both our cocks in his hand and gliding them together. He was fully erect now, his solid 7 inches of brown uncut cock sliding over my 6 inches cut. I took another hit of the poppers and slid down to my knees.
Poppers make me want to suck cock. They make me want to worship dick and get used like a little bitch. I'd say they soften my masculinity, make me want to be passive, make me want to be out of control and in submission. I started working his dick in and out of my mouth, losing more and more control by the second. He sat down on the small couch and raised his legs up.
"Put your finger in my ass."
I didn't even hesitate. I couldn't stop now if I wanted. He spread a tiny bit of lube on his asshole and I worked a finger in up to the first knuckle. He sucked air in through his teeth and grunted in satisfaction as I made a "come hither" motion with my finger and found his prostate. His asshole puckered around my finger and a tiny jet of precum hit my tongue. I'd always been hesitant to let guys come in my mouth. When I was 18 I went to an adult bookstore to get my first taste of cock and an older guy had cum in my mouth with no warning. It wasn't something I was keen to repeat.
Until now.
The taste of his precum, his masculine grunting, his thick uncut dick rock hard in my mouth. I wanted every inch of it and I wanted every drop of his hot man juice.
I started slobbering on his dick, moaning like a fucking animal. I made loud slurping noises and fingered his prostate faster. My head was bobbing up and down, swirling side to side. I spit in my other hand and started rotating it up and down his shaft.
"Fuck, man, you're going to make me cum. Slow down."
But I couldn't. The poppers were making me crazy for dick. I was mewling and rubbing my cock against his smooth legs.
"I want you to fuck me, slow down."
I pushed on his prostate and swirled my mouth around his throbbing cock.
He threw his head back and groaned as another burst of precum filled my mouth with his taste. The taste of wanting. The taste of wild abandon. The taste of knowing you're with someone who wants you completely. The taste of no judgment, no rules, no definitions of straight or gay, bottom or top. The taste of pure, animal fucking. Using holes and being used.
I moaned around his dick. This wasn't just some cheap fuck, this was everything I had ever wanted in sex. It was raw and untamed. I was losing control and sucking cock like a fucking porn star. That's not quite right. It was realer than porn. Realer than anything. I wanted to be in this trailer forever, sucking his cock as he drove us to our next destination, serving him and sucking him between his legs. I had never felt such a connection with another man.
"Ok, ok, ok. Now give me that dick. I want your load in me." "Are you clean?" "Yup, you?" "Yup."
That perked me right up, brought me out of my dick-worshipping trance.
I fucking love bareback. Ever since I was a kid and hooked up with a much older guy online and he bred my tight little asshole and I watched that giant load spurt out of my asshole as I squatted over a mirror.
He leaned back further in the chair, his dick glistening in the afternoon sun. I could see his tight, hairless asshole shiny with lube as I moved closer. He took another big hit of poppers and passed me the bottle as he stole a quick sip of my beer. I pushed one nostril closed and took a big hit, then the other, holding the fumes in my lungs as I gently pushed the bare head of my dick into his hole.
Poppers are bottled sex. They are ancient orgies, concentrated sexual abandon. They are couples and threesomes and massive groups of naked bodies entwined in writhing lust.
My bare dick slid further in and I pinched his brown nipples. He moaned.
"Your dick feels incredible."
His asshole was perfect. Not too tight, not too loose. Not overlubed, not too dry. Just right. Warm and wet and gripping me like a glove. Our parts fit perfectly. I bottomed out but wanted to go further. Wanted to bury my cock in his warm insides and never let it feel cool air again.
We weren't just fucking. We were coming home. I could see precum leaking out of the tip of his still hard cock, his foreskin pushed just back off the glans.
I looked down and watched as I fucked his asshole. His asshole puckered and I looked up to see him staring at me. I don't kiss guys, but I leaned over and started sucking his nipples, feeling his cock press against my stomach. I pulled him close as he pulled me. I fucked him slow, feeling his smooth brown skin on my hairy chest and belly. I wrapped my arms around him and he wrapped his around me. He pushed against me as I fucked him.
And we hit the poppers again.
Poppers are a risk filter. They remove all common sense. Everything that tells you not to submit to your urges and fuck like the animal you are. They put you face down, ass up for a crowd of 50 horny men, eyeing your tight asshole like a pack of wild dogs, stroking their dicks and waiting for their turn to fill you up with hot cum as you moan like a bitch in heat. Risk is sexy. Risk is cum dripping out of your asshole in a sling. Risk is not having to be in control.
I pulled out slightly and angled up to hit his prostate as he rubbed his hands through my beard and hair. A line of precum streamed down his dick and I rubbed it around the head with my thumb and forefinger.
"That's your asshole, boy. Fuck that ass pussy."
This wasn't a man who would use the words "ass pussy" in daily conversation. This was a straightlaced, stand up, married man who had worked for years as a prison guard. My mind raced. I wondered if he had fucked prisoners, other guards. I wondered if all of California's prisons were a hidden paradise of sucking, fucking, man sex.
I pushed my cock in deep again, pressing my body against his as I started fucking his ass faster.
"You gonna breed that ass? Give me that seed."
The poppers were swirling through my brain, dizzy and raw. His velvety ass felt so fucking good on my dick. His ring tightened around the base of my dick.
"Cum inside me. Shoot that load."
I pumped away faster and faster, holding back as long as I could. I didn't want to cum. I needed only to cum. There was only this tight, wet hole and my hard dick inside it. My balls slapped against him.
"Give it to me. Give it to me."
I licked and sucked his smooth chest, now biting, now flicking my tongue across it. He grunted and his ring spasmed on my cock, fluttering with every stroke. My mind saw us fucking in hotel rooms and bathrooms and adult theaters across the nation. Saw us fucking in ancient times in ivory floored bathhouses.
"Do it."
I shoved deep inside him and grabbed him close as the first jet of cum burst out of my cock inside him.
"Yeah, that's it."
Slamming away, deeper and deeper. Put my seed in him. Breed him. Make him mine.