Men Were Born to Fuck

Men Were Born to Fuck (One Man's Creed -- No Apologies) By Bruno Newman

`Men Were Born to Fuck' {Bruno Newman} ( MM MB ws oral anal ) [1!1]

Disclaimer: Porn is not the real world. Just go with it. It serves a purpose. A place we get to escape to and drop all inhibitions. But in real life, men-- please play safe.

True Story: I was 7 weeks away from getting married when I got my first blowjob from a man. And a manly man, at that.

I was at a party without my fiancé. Struck up a conversation with a stranger. One of those people you meet for the first time but feel like you know them instantly. Relaxed and comfortable. He was like my favorite worn-out T-shirt (the one with cum-stains on it).

We liked the same music; had gone to the same concert the week before. We liked pick-up trucks, motorcycles, 4-wheeling. I was in construction. He was a diesel mechanic. We wore boots and drank whiskey straight up. Both of us were brawny; me with a goatee, him with a trimmed beard.

Later in the night I told him about my fiancé. He told me about cum-trading from his previous night. I choked on my whiskey. When the party petered out and we walked out to our pick-ups, I was just drunk enough, horny enough, and in fear of soon being locked into a marriage enough that I let him lay me out on the passenger side of my pick-up seat, my legs dangling out the open door, and let him unzip my jeans; and fish out my cramped hard-on; and give me the mother of all suckjobs and ball-lickings.

Thirty seconds after I jizzed I was firing up my pick-up truck and mumbling a good-bye. I couldn't bear to look at him; not after I saw my spunk matted in his beard. Next day at work I was distracted and useless. But I still met up with him at a local western bar he had raved about the night before and we had made plans for, pre-blowjob.

"Weren't sure you'd show" he shouted over the band playing on the tiny stage. "You made off like a scalded dog last night. Now that you've had 20 hours to process it all, what do you think?"

"I think I'm sporting a bit of a boner just looking at your mouth right now."

We went to his place where the 2nd best blowjob I'd ever received commenced--but didn't complete. Not just yet. Turn around was only fair. His uncut meat was rank and unruly and a bit disgusting in my mouth...for about the first 90 seconds. I choked on the first wad of sperm to grace my mouth that night. It became an acquired taste, like beer. Damn, I love beer. He introduced me to websites of burly, brawny men fucking and sucking other burly, brawny men. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Masculine men happy to have cocks up their asses and cum dripping from their beards.

So I didn't get married, you might have guessed. But now, 2 years later, my ex-fiancé is married to one of my good friends, so she recovered soon enough. And in these last 2 years, man oh man, man on man, the stories I could tell you. About the night of The Dueling-Piss War. The day I first took 3 loads from 3 he-men up my asshole--and begged for just one more load. Of my passion for slurping other men's spunk from other men's steaming holes.

I don't call myself gay. What is it? when fucking other men makes me feel more like a testosterone-raging man? Do we need to invent a new word? I never lost myself like this in a girl's pussy (and I fucked a couple dozen girls in my time). For me, hetero sex was something done with reserve and politeness and strings being attached to my cock and nutsack. With other men--it's balls-out fucking. Men's assholes are for me to pound and slam and worship, with no apologizing later. My fuck-friends gave me the nickname of Bruno: a rough and beefy name for a rough and beefy man.

Men are born to fuck. To penetrate something. To poke theirs dicks into something tight and warm and moist. It's primal and innate and fucking beautiful. Realize that, men, and just go with it. It's who you are. The slam-fucking and the cum-guzzling and the revelry. Pull open your holes to an eager, blood-hardened cock attached to a flesh-and-blood man.

I actually settled down with one man for a time: a biker with tattoos and a pierced prick; a man who knew how to pound my prostate just so to make me cum hands-free. But we both had roving eyes and roving cocks and itchy buttholes. Still, when we meet up from time to time, my fuckhole greets his schlong like a long-lost friend and we make fantastic music together.

Along the way I've learned not to judge books by their covers from 1.) The Redneck I met at the tire store as our pick-ups were worked on, with his trucker hat, sleeveless shirt and cowboy boots. He took me into the store's men's room and sucked on my erection, then gave me a preview of his hairy ass for later. I followed him home where he told me "It was looking like it was gonna be just me and my dildo for the afternoon `til I met you." And I fucked his meaty ass as he trash talked for all the fuckmeat, all the nutjuices I could give him. (Still, he's partial to his dildo and I use it on him on occasion); 2.) The Pretty Boy with the Pouty Lips I took home, where he commenced to forcing my face down into the sheets as his fat sausage of a prick with its downward droop violated my private hole and caused me to ask for more, so on his 2nd wad he rolled me to my side and slow-fucked/long-dicked me until I whimpered in contentment; 3.) The Skinny Hippie Boy with long dirty-blond hair who got me high and kept me supplied in beers, the better to bow before me and bathe his scrawny chest in my watery piss. He informed me he was going to drink only my urine for the rest of the day (in his tent at the camp-site) until he pissed my piss out as his own. I loved the kid's smell: rank and musty. I still have his yellowed underwear somewhere. And his boyjizz tasted like the sweetest cream. Thanks Redneck, Pretty Boy and Hippie Boy. And thanks to my best friend who coerced my guard down that night at the party and gave me my first cock-sucking. Love you, man.

I cobbled together some favorites in the world of men-fucking-men to share with you. And I'd like your entries emailed to me, your own Favorites Lists, that I'm thinking of creating a website for--something guys can eventually post to themselves. (Help! Big Beard! I can't do it without you).

AN EVER-REVOLVING LIST OF MY FAVORITE THINGS IN MY PERVERTED LIFE:

1. The sight of my cum soaked into another man's beard and chest fur.

2. Drinking warm piss direct from the source.

3. Skinning an uncircumcised cock; peeling and unpeeling, peeling and unpeeling...

4. A jock strap with more than it can contain.

5. The rutting and rubbing on my back-door pucker by a taunting cockhead, making me beg for insertion.

6. A bearded Cum Trader's messy kiss.

7. Seeing the magic trick of my hard-on disappearing into a fleshy manhole--never get tired of watching that.

8. My itchy asshole being kissed by a dude with bristly whiskers.

9. An old favorite cum-stained T-shirt worn in public.

10. Something so basic, so natural and beautiful as loose skin gliding back and forth over blood-engorged muscle.

11. The deep rumble of a man's voice, his grunts and groans.

12. Waking up slowly, remembering last night's big fuck by fingering this morning's swollen anus.

13. At party's end when everyone has gotten their fair share of jizm -- with the proof dripping from their chins, crusted in their facial hair and chest mats, leaking from their cracks. Anyone not showing one of these signs gets last-call dibs.

14. An eager young buck down on his knees, so confident that he can take on the world--spunk coating his goatee and chest -- waiting for the next big dick in line to step up.

15. An asshole bud I have to search for in a forest of black curling hair.

16. The wide-eyed question from a boy eye-balling my erection: "Are you gonna try and fuck me with that?"

17. A freshly pounded hairy hole, still slightly open and pulsing, oozing cum. I could stare for hours.

18. Sitting in the grass with my 17 yr old nephew as he scoops out his cock and balls from his gym shorts and soaks his shirt with his own geyser piss-stream--followed by that look on his face of bliss and relief, looking like he just fucked his girlfriend's pussy.

19. Wet dreams. They're getting fewer and farther between. Wish I'd have appreciated them more in my youth.

20. Men who aren't afraid. Men who fuck with abandon, with smiles of gratitude on their faces.

So email me your lists of favorites or post your own and let me know where to find them. Thanks to the many readers with their feedback. Thanks to all the guys who love busting their nuts to porn. Crank out some goo-ey stuff today, tonight and tomorrow. --Bruno