Sunday, October 12, 2014




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Friday, February 7, 2014

BIG BOYS, BIG MEAT


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Check out these young dudes, really getting into their dicks and enjoying them, giving each other the great sexual pleasure, knowing just HOW how to suck and where;  the precise areas on the dicks to finger, stroke and lick. Joy Boys who know the meaning of pleasure. And there are such large areas of sex muscle on which to do it all.
Is it my imagination or are a lot of young guys developing big dicks earlier than when I was a kid? 
Or maybe they get information at such an early age these days, they discover the wonders of their cocks earlier and "develop" their tools by using them so much....





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THROUGH THE APERTURE


Honest...I went for a piss.  Then slowly the huge rounded knob of a fat circumcised cock began to  push through the hole, slit crimson and wet.  I watched the rock-hard fucktool. sinewy and masculine, offering itself for my attention.
I ask you! How the fuck could you keep your hands OFF that beautiful weapon?
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Saturday, January 11, 2014

I WROTE THIS STORY AEONS AGO BUT RE-DISCOVERED IT ON ANOTHER WEBSITE!





Vince hoped to hell he hadn't been in the sun for too long. Whenever he got
to enjoying the freedom and warmth of the beach he strode on to the sand
with every intention of restricting himself to just twenty minutes in the
sun before moving in to the shade -- reluctantly. Aware as he was about the
dangers of the sun's rays, once comfortably moulded into the sand absorbing
the delicious warmth, caressed by a gentle breeze from the ocean his
resolutions always went to hell. It was the fate of all too many blanched
workers who abandoned their cramped offices or workbenches each year to
take wing for warmer climes and foreign parts and who then lose all sense
of time and proportion. They surrender themselves to the glare of the sun
on their first day out. Caution was thrown to the winds, while the
seductive warmth took its toll. Within hours, pale skin turns bright red,
shirts began to scratch on sensitive scorched shoulders and it frequently
meant keeping off the beach for the next couple of days.

Sun and sand proved a potent combination to the inlander seduced by the
delicious trance the elements engender. Whatever their sexual status, the
sun creates a sensual pocket of warmth within their swimming trunks, the
heated fabric hugging the length of the cock deliciously, massaging it with
the slightest movement of the body. The balls tingled to the eroticism of
moist heat between the legs creeping from their scrotum, if their legs were
slightly apart, then along the line of the perineum threading towards their
asshole.

Without a second thought, so many men would gently brush their erect
nipples, trying to appear as if they were brushing away a few grains of
sand but in reality thrilling to the feel of their flat hands as they slide
slowly across their sweat-lubricated chest.

The warmth was doubly rewarding for the circumcised man lacking the
foreskin cover that would otherwise shroud his glans, acting as an added
barrier between cock and trunks.

Vince could never take his eyes off swimming trunks -- speedos or briefs in
particular. Whilst pointing his head in one direction, the eyes behind the
dark glasses were always focused elsewhere gazing at the bronzed male
bodies scattered around the beach. A rapid inspection of the pecs and abs,
then his eyes moved down to the crotch. How often he had observed a
sunbather in that blissful state of sun-induced euphoria react to the heat,
the cock hardening in a series of small jerking movements as the shaft
expanded, easing its fleshy bulge along the crotch into the groin. Vince
would watch the cock intently, hoping for the appearance of a small black
spot in the trunks, indicating precisely the geographical position of the
cumslit. This was always another clue to the whereabouts of the glans. The
sight of this rounded knob caused him to experience a frisson of tremendous
excitement. His eyes would narrow as if they were trying to penetrate the
enclosing material to collect every scrap of information about the penis.
He would assess the size and roundness of the cockhead. How deep was the
titillating ridge around the glans? A prominent one indicated a circumcised
cock. His imagination then proceeded to fill in the detail -- the sexy
upsweep from the cumhole to the ridge of the cock; the tight, tight head it
bordered, its twin nubs puffed and silky parting to make way from the
stringskin of frenum that its owner would stroke with a finger repeatedly
as he threw himself into the all-consuming passion for the glory of cock
with the dizzying, creaming finale that ended each session of masturbation.


Beautiful bell end on the shaft

When guys wore white swim-trunks, he could sometimes see the raised band of
circumcision on the cockshaft -- the point at which the shaft changed color
as its skin contrasted with the lighter shade of what had formerly
constituted part of the inner foreskin topping the shaft about an inch
below the circle of the hardened helmet.

How he longed to move along the sand a little, to bend down to examine the
circumcised love-muscle at close quarters, and, if it were permitted, load
his tongue with saliva, to run gently along the length of the swollen vein
protruding from the lower side of the cockshaft as the dick stretched,
full-bloodedy upwards on the man's stomach. A "full-size" cock, he
remembered being told as a teenager should reach as far as the bellybutton.

Sadly Vince couldn't indulge his fantasies on this occasion. The beach was
populated by only a handful of people, their brightly-colored towels and
swimming paraphernalia scarring the pure whiteness of the vast expanse of

beach.



He stiffened slightly as he gazed along the sand. What was this? Another
figure approaching from the right, moving with a leisurely, rambling
movement along the ever--changing foam fringe of the ocean.

His gaze shifted constantly from the sand beneath him to the open sea,
endless...blue...a cooling vision in itself.

On one of his rare glances elsewhere he obviously noticed another solo male
sitting in the shade of a palm, resting chin on outspread hands which lay
over one another, themselves resting on his raised knees.

His gaze lasted just a split second too long to be casual. He had time to
gain a quick impression of the age and appearance of the lone beach
dude. But then perhaps Vince, too, held his return glance a little too
long, for after a few paces, the young man looked in his direction again.
Vince stared back unflinchingly. Unsubtle, but effective maybe, he thought
to himself.

Certainly some kind of message passed between them because the male changed
direction and ambled up the beach to where Vince sat.

"Hi. Being careful with the sun, huh?"





It was a reasonably original opening gambit, thought Vince, mildly amused.

"Yeah. I once got terrible sunburn and it ruined the rest of the vacation.
Couldn't move for days. The skin was so tight."

"Tight skin, huh?". The stranger smiled, revealing a row of perfect,
gleaming teeth. The glint in the eye as he spoke the three words caused
Vince to wonder if they conveyed a hidden message.

He decided to play it for what it might be worth.

"Yeah. Really tight as fuck."


"A tight skin must be so inconvenient,"

It seemed to be working.

"Yeah," Vince responded. "I don't normally suffer from tight
skin...anywhere."

The guy smiled again.

"Nice and loose skin always huh?"

Vince's cock began to expand just a little. He was sure...the guy knew what
it was about. Maybe shared his fetish for circumcision.

He removed his head from his hands to lower his knees so he could stretch
out his legs on the sand -- full length and wider than would normally be
the case. His crotch was now suggestively in full view as his circumcised
penis continued to swell a little further.

The stranger's eyes flickered downwards, just long enough to take in the
shape of the cock now progressing bulkily along Vince's belly.

"To be honest," he remarked to the accompaniment of the killer smile, "I
wouldn't have thought you had a lot of skin to BE tight. Quite the
opposite."

Vince realised that his heart, as novels coyly put it, seemed to miss a
beat. Wow! The guy was fucking well into it. Even if he wasn't, he sure
knew about it. Well tutored in matters of the circumcised cock, obviously.

"You're right, dude, I don't. Skinless. Clean as a whistle."


"And blown like one, too, I reckon!"

They both laughed.

"Andy," he said, extended hand. "Orange County."

Vince imitated the movement.

"Vince Lucas -- Denver." The handshake was masculine, firm and dry.

The thought ran rapidly like en electric current through Vince's mind.

"Fuck. This is the same hand the stud used to rub up and down his cock when
he milked it."

He managed to utter a few words of sense.

"Why don't you take a seat?"

"Well I'd like to, man. Believe me, but I've only got a few more minutes
then I gotta go."




"Why not stay a little longer? What's the rush. You're on vacation, surely?
Be cool and let's talk..."

"Believe me, man, there's nothing I'd like more than to talk. I think I can
guess what interests you. And what interests you also interests me."

"You're into it?"

"Oh yeah. YEAH. Always been into circumcised cocks ever since I first got a
hard-on, then when I found there were two kinds of cocks I got extra-hard.
Mention the word and my dick twitches

He looked down.

"You, too, I see. Fuck! That's a beautiful cock you got there. Been
watching it harden up. That fucking cockhead looks just like the kinda
thing I like to look at...and feel around.!

Vince's heart-rate had increased considerably.

"In that case why not hang out awhile."

"Like I said that would be terrific. But I got a dentist appointment in
Tabora, so I gotta drive to the other side of the island. If I don't make
it in time, I'll still have to pay. Fuckin' dentist's also away for three
days as from tomorrow so daren't miss him. I got this trouble with a
filling. Only one I got and the fucking thing dropped out this morning
when I was crunching breakfast at the hotel. Ached like hell, man so I
took a coupla painkillers and my mom made me put whisky on my tooth to numb
it. Worked, too."

"Your mom?"

"Yup. Staying with her. The old man died three years ago so I thought I'd
spent one vacation with her here. She loves the Caribbean and Lorenzo
specially. Says it has what she calls `an old English atmosphere.' And
everybody speaks a language she can understand".

The smile reappeared.

"Yeah," Vince replied. "That does make life easier. My Spanish is pretty
crap. I just came to get away from everything. But it can be a bit
lonely. Coupla bars in Tabora and I even got groped there two nights back."

"Wow! Would never have thought that would happen on a small place like
this."

Vince knew what he meant.

"True enough. But it was very late...or very early," he laughed. "We'd been
drinking rum and cokes for hours, and I got into conversation with this
local guy. He was really good-looking. And I could see from the bulge in his
shorts there was a humongous cock hanging down his leg. Couldn't see if it
was cut or uncut. We got talking sex. He said they always like to seem
pretty regular here but strange things go on from time to time."

"How did he get to grope you, for fuck's sake?"

"Like I say, it was late, the mood was mellow and we were in a little
corner where the end of the bar curved round. Low lights, and suddenly I
felt his hand on my inside leg."

WAITING FOR A STICKY GLANS TO BRUSH HIS ASSHOLE



Vince's cock was pressing upwards from his trunks as if it would burst
right through the shiny material. Even the briefest glance of an
experienced eye would recognise his circumcised status. The round ridge of
glans was so apparent it might almost have been naked.

"Jeez. Who'd have thought it. Maybe Lorenzo's livelier then I thought. But
tell me more man. You're getting me all excited."

"Don't tell me! I can see the whole fucking thing there. I reckon that
cockhead's gonna burst."

Andy continued with his narrative.

"Yeah. I was freeballing. Can get so humid here at night. I kinda froze as
this black hand slid up my inside leg. I was so hard to keep talking to him
face to face as if nothing was happening Man! All the time he was moving
upwards up to the fuckin' hem...then on `til he got to the balls. Brushed
against them then felt for the cock. Course it was so fucking hard by this
time. `Ooh, you got one huge cock, the guy said and cupped his palm over my
glans and screwed his damp palm round and round it while my precum was
seeping out. Fuck! I could hardly stand! My legs went all wobbly."

"I bet," said Vince, enviously. "Wish that had happened to me. What then/"

"The head got slicker and slicker and I thought maybe it was time to
suggest we moved off somewhere. But as he was feeling the cockhead he
leaned a bit closer and whispered "You're circumcised so tight. Wonderful,
man. I always like that about Americans. They all got circumcised cock."

"Well, not all," I told him and then he said his was so hard and that I
could feel it f I wanted. DID I want?. Man! Big cock! It was like a black
salami down his leg and balls like eggs hanging in a really huge sac."

"Was he circumcised?" asked Vince tensely.

"No. The locals don't circumcise. Had an overhang of about an inch of
foreskin. A long tassel. If only he had it stripped off the dick would be
the rage of Denver. Or at least with my buddies. Great big fuckin' cockhead
on the thing, too once I rolled the foreskin back and forth along his black
length. Loose skin, too. Slid up and down easy. But I really turn on to
circumcised dick."

"Me, too. Wish you didn't have to go more than ever now."

"Man. Life always turns out like this! I meet you and then I got get
out. Like that's what I gotta do now. And I haven't even had chance to see
your cock."




He glanced down again.

"Still, I can see what you got quite clearly. The glans is fuckin'wicked."

"It's a biggie," Vince agreed. "Wish I could have seen yours, too. Like
they say - fair exchange"

Andy thought for a moment or two, then looked round to left and
right. There were very few people on the beach, all a little distance away.

"What d'you like most about circumcised cocks?" he asked. "A long shaft
with a tight cut?"

"Yeah, course. But best of all I like a real thick fucking glans. You know
really HUGE. I remember reading about one guy who said he reckoned the
sexiest helmet would be one that was twice the thickness of the stem. But
that's mebbe going a bit too far"

To any casual observer on the beach, Andy was standing in front of another
handsome young man, chatting, hands on hips in relaxed fashion. But Andy's
left hand had surreptitiously slipped between his belly and his trunks,
discreetly moving around within.

"I can't offer anything like that," he smiled, "but my knob isn't exactly
small."

As he uttered the words, the left hand pulled aside the legband of his
speedos sufficiently to allow the cockhead to emerge into the sunshine..

Vince was hypnotised by the beautiful plum-colored glans peering out from
the left of Andy's crotch, magnificently swollen and pulsing as he spoke.
"Approve?" he asked.

"Fucking beautiful, man. Not twice as thick as the shaft but what a
mushroom. Jeez! `d love to clamp my lips round that and suck it out. It's
got such a deep cumslit, too. I need to curl my tongue-tip and slide into
it. Oh FUCK! Can't we go somewhere?"

"Believe me, I really WANT to. But I just gotta go. Thought I'd let you
have a look at the cock."

The pre-ejaculate flowing so freely and greasily from the cumslit was
making the cockhead glisten, and after taking another discreet look to left
and right, Andy pushed out even more of the cock. He gently moved his hand
round the glans in a corkscrew motion. His breathing had gathered pace and
hoarseness. The young man was closer to the edge than he'd realised. He
tensed. The muscles rippled the length of his legs and thighs up which a
delicious sensation was creeping. His mouth opened wide in a kind of
surprised gasp.

SUCH A LOOSE CIRCUMCISION


"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm fucking well gonna cum. Oh, shit!"

The exposed and gleaming glans executed a series of intense pulses,
swelling to capacity as it loosed off a jagged streak of white juice that
rippled through the air.

Vince urged him on towards an orgasm in loud words of obscenity, his own
cock as taut as a steel rod.

"Shoot it, baby. Shoot all that cream outta that big circumcised
cock.  Jeez! That massive cockhead. Cum for me dude. Spray me with spunk Oh
YEAH! Beautiful! Keep shooting. Squirt it all over my face"

With the fifth spasm, the cock unloaded its final spurt of babymaking
fluid, splattering across Vince's eager face."

With another cautious glance around the beach, Andy squeezed the penis in a
milking fashion, coaxing out the final few drops of translucent magic cream
lurking in the length of the urethra.


Vince watched every single drop, transfixed at the juice and the sheer
beauty of the rounded contours of the circumcised dick sticking out hard at
an angle from the young man's crotch.

Andy was gazing down at his cock with equal satisfaction at a job well
done. His breath was rapid and deep.


After a minute of seeing the last drop squeeze out, he spoke with a slight
croak.


"Man, I'm so fuckin' sorry. But I just gotta go. I'd really like to hang
out and play and suck with that meat of yours. It looks so hot. And so
fucking circumcised tight. That brown ring round the shaft is so HOT for
me. But I really have to go or I got problems."

He looked around once more, then glanced down.

"Oh shit! Just look what I've done. Fuck it."

Some teardrops of spunk, still warm from the glans glittered, reflecting
the bright sunlight as it clung to the fine layer of golden down on his
left leg. Thickly, the viscous sperm began slowly sliding down his leg.
Andy bent over briefly, collected it on the fingers of his right hand and
smeared it across his tongue.

"Sorry dude. I'm gonna be SO late. Sorry. Wanted to shoot you off too." He
was moving slowly away, backwards.

"Hot cock you got there dude, his head nodding in a sign of regret. And
those balls looks so FULL."

He broke into a loping run, obviously in the general direction of his
car. As Vince watched the figure slowly padding along the sand, Andy turned
round, looked back twice and waved a friendly farewell.

Vince's eyes followed his retreat with a deep sense of regret. His hand was
in his crotch, index finger tracing circles rapidly round the sensitive rim
of his glans. Noting the black spot spreading as his precum soaked
stickily into his trunks he realised he'd need to walk discreetly into the
bushes behind the fringe of palm trees for a minute or two of satisfying
self-gratification.