Twas worth the wait. Four months without real sex followed by an evening of intense, non-stop buttfucking. As I type this, my anus is still deliciously sore, providing sweet memories of the evening. We had met online, and arranged to meet in person after work Friday. Piotr was in his 60s, a little overweight, and an average sized cock. But something clicked when he wrote, because it was more than just "I wanna fuck you." He went into detail, and his writing was enough to get me masturbating just thinking about sex with him and what he would do to my "pussy", as he called it. We met at the st… Leer más

For the first time in a while, I am going to get fucked. In 9 hours, I will be naked under a guy, my bare feet over his shoulders with his cock up my butt and his tongue deep in my mouth with moaning, naked skin slapping naked skin, and the bed shaking an squeaking. Hope we don't disturb the neighbors!… Leer más

Another Saturday alone, so I know that later I will be naked and jacking off. But I won't really be alone, because I will probably be doing it on webcam. I'll be able to share an orgasm with lots of others. Unless I meet a guy before then and we end up naked and fucking.… Leer más

A nice snowy day today, and I know what I am going to b doing later this afternoon. Back when I was in school and we had snow days, if I was home alone I would often spend the day naked and thinking of new ways to pleasure myself. I did a lot of butt-play since even back then my anus was extremely sensitive. I tried shoving every thing from fingers and tools to large vegetables, and even baseball bats up my pooper. I never succeeded with the bat. Since then, I have been fucked many times---but not by so many different men---taken huge dildos and buttplugs, and even bigger vegetables and… Leer más

Mine was when I was in the military. I was stationed overseas and went on a recreation center sponsored tour. Since I was alone recovering from a breakup with a girlfriend, I was assigned a roommate in the hotel we stayed. He was a 60 something Red Cross psychologist and I was 25. That evening in the room, I didn't really feel like talking, but he did. He offered me a glass of Johnny Walker Black and soon was paying me really nice compliments on my looks, my physique, and even my voice. I had played around with guys in school, but that went no further than jerking off together. However, I f… Leer más