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I walked into the bar not expecting what was to come. No, I had some time to kill and was taking a walk around the city just to see the things that one doesn't see when driving thru. I was thirsty and wanted to get something to drink, so I ordered a Bloody Mary and sat at the bar. i like my drink spicy, and the bartender had done her job well. There was enough hot sauce for a plate of enchiladas in that Bloody Mary, and I was digging it.

I looked around the room, and saw the usual gang one sees in a bar that time of evening. The salesman at the bar getting topped off before heading home. The working girl at the bar trying to get the salesman to stay awhile. The couple in the corner celebrating something significant to their lives. And the loner. The girl sat by herself in a booth along the south wall, where she could see the door and everyone who came thru.

Long straight brown hair, the color of chocolate syrup poured out on a hot summer day. Her skin was pale, but not translucent. Smooth, save for the splash of freckles across the bridge of her nose. When she looked up I could see that her eyes could only be described as silver. I was fascinated, as one might well imagine, and sat staring at her without realizing it. She had on a light, u-neck t-shirt, the color hard to tell due to the shifting lighting in the bar. I couldn't see below that because of the table, but I got the vibe of someone wearing shorts and flip flops.

Her drink was nearly empty, so I ordered one of whatever she was drinking and took it to her. "Do you mind if I buy you a drink?" I said as I slid into the booth across from her. I thought she was going to get up and leave, but she seemed to think better of it and nodded in my general direction and lifted the glass to her lips. I took that to mean that I could stay, and took the time to really look at her while she drank.

Her face was oval, her mouth had that permanent smile that some folk have, while her eyes, which were silverish gray, spoke of a hard life that found humor where she could find it. Her breasts were medium in size and weight. Full and round and sat high on her chest, nipples erect and visible thru her shirt. Her nose tended toward broad, without really being broad. It was small and turned up a bit, and pointy. Without a doubt, she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.

We spoke for awhile, about the trivial things that people talk about. Weather, sports, what was streaming on which service. We laughed about the politicians and their hypocrisy, while lamenting the fact that we have to choose to laugh because otherwise we'd cry.

She returned from a trip to the ladies' room and slid into the booth next to me. The bar was dark, with pin point lighting over the tables, and multi colored lights scattered around the room giving it a kind of dreamy quality that one could get lost in. In other words, no one was looking at us when she took my hand and placed it on her leg as she leaned in and tickled my neck with her lips. There was no one to see as my hand slipped down her thigh to discover the edge of the skirt it turns out she was wearing.

Her thigh was smooth as silk, with no stockings to camouflage any flaws, and warm and firm. I could feel the muscle beneath the skin, and she clearly exercised regularly. I could feel the muscles of her arms and shoulders when she leaned in, and she was not overly soft. Rather, she was firm and toned while maintaining a softness that was very, very alluring.

Her hand was sliding up my thigh as she giggled over some nonsense syllables that I uttered, and honestly I was already as hard as I had ever been. "Let's go to my place" she breathed, "and really have some fun." And with that, she pulled my hand straight up her thigh under her skirt. Where I found a dick that, from what I could feel, was bigger than mine. And it was harder than mine.

We left together, then, me following her back to her place which turned out to be a second floor walk-up above a pet store two blocks over. I was right behind her coming in the door, and when she turned back to me we were face to face with no personal space between us. She grinned, grabbed my nuts and kissed me hard, dragged me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed like a ragdoll. I began pulling my clothes off, and she did, too. Then she climbed onto me, sitting on my chest with her dick inches from my lips and reached down and stroked my cheek. Then, very carefully, with her eyes locked with mine, she slowly fed me her dick. And I took it, as far as I could take it, and felt the finely trimmed hairs at the base of her shaft tickle my upper lip.

I stroked her thighs as she fed me her cock. In and out, slowly sliding into the soft warmth of my mouth and pulling out again. Again and again, all the time her eyes were locked with mine as she began to breathe harder. My own breath was taken in ragged gasps between her thrusts, and my hands were trapped; I couldn't stroke her dick or mine. All I could do is lay there and suck on that magnificent dick as it made it's way in and out of my mouth.

She stroked my cheeks, she gripped my hair, she pulled my head toward her and relentlessly fucked my mouth. Until finally, shoving in as far as she could, she cried out as her spunk shot into my throat, swallowed and gone too deep and fast for me to even taste. She collapsed then, onto the bed next to me. But I wasn't done. I shifted over and began to suck on that dick again. At first, she drew back but I pushed the issue and sucked on that cock. Slowly she got into it, and slowly her dick got hard again. I stroked it, sometimes slow and sometimes faster, and all the while sucking and licking the head.

I got her back to full hard and kept sucking until she pulled away from me, shoved me over and lifted my legs up above my head. She spit on her dick and then shoved into me like I was a toy. Slammed into me with her balls slapping my ass and again and again. She ploughed me like a farmer trying to get done before the storm hits, hard and fast. I was beside myself, grasping at the bed clothes, moaning and whimpering as she bore down on my hungry asshole.

Finally, after what seemed like no time and forever at once, I came. I came in ropes as she shoved her last time into me, filling me with her creamy juices.

I stood on the dimly lit street corner, waiting for the boys. I say boys, they were men, really, tho young. There were three of them, each one sneer away from the big house, if you catch my meaning. The wrong word at the wrong time, these guys wouldn't hesitate to beat your ass. I came down here looking for them.

I was dressed in a loose fitting track suit. Something that went out of fashion 30 years ago, yet somehow people still wear them. No shirt, just the light warm up jacket. My pants were sagging down, and I was doing everything I could to look like an easy mark.

They came down the street, working diligently to look like they weren't checking me out. But I was having none of that. I met their leaders gaze with my own, and turned slightly to rub my ass against him. He couldn't walk by after that; it was a challenge that had to be answered. He turned on me and grabbed my shirt and asked if I wanted a knuckle sandwich. I grabbed hit cock and told him I'd rather have the sausage, thanks, and fell to my knees as I worked his dick loose.

This approach didn't always work. I'd been chased off by men too uptight to let go and enjoy themselves, but these guys were into it. It was a chance to dominate some poor sap and bust a nut in the process. For me, it was a chance to be dick whipped and gagged before having cum deposited down my throat.

I get off on being man handled, and these guys had it down. One held my hands behind my back, bending me over to drill me from behind while another rammed his cock into my mouth. I whimpered and moaned and did my best to suck the dick that was pounding my throat. These three men took turns. First in the mouth, then the ass, they took turns poking me with their big dicks. I was whimpering as much from the strain of all the abuse I was receiving as I was from any pleasure I might have been experiencing. They came, then... one after the other. They each took their turn shoving their cum spewing dicks down my throat, and told me that i was their cum dump now, always there for them. And then they left, their cum dripping from me onto the dirty pavement where I knelt.

Someone snickered. I looked up and there was another tough guy standing there. He walked over and, before I could do anything, grabbed me by the neck and dragged my face into his crotch. I couldn't get my balance and was on the verge of collapse but he held me there, as if I weighed nothing, while he pulled his massive dick from his pants and shoved it into my waiting mouth. He fucked me then. Thrusting deep into my throat with his huge cock, massaging my throat with his hands to help me relax and take his dick deeper. He pulled almost all the way out, teasing me with the head, then thrusting slowly back in, all the way to his nuts. He fucked me, alright. And when he finally thrust deep in my throat and groaned, I was ready for his hot spunk.

I really can't keep doing this. Every day it's the same thing; go out and look for something to keep the loneliness at bay for one more night. I live alone, I sleep alone, I eat alone. I even work alone, even tho there are other people there, my job is a solo job and I'm the only one doing it. So I go to bars and clubs and waste what little money I have on trying to find someone to hang out with. It never works. I play pool, and laugh with the guys playing pool, but they aren't my friends; they're just guys at the bar and they change every night, hell, they change every hour.

So I don't know why I keep going out, except that it's better to drink in a loud bar surrounded by people, where I can at least pretend that I have friends, rather than sit home alone with a very sad bottle of Raped Grape Wine and a nearly consumed roach. It doesn't seem to matter how I try, I can't seem to make friends, real friends, the kind that stop by to check on you and drag you out when you're feeling down. In my case, they'd do a lot of dragging.

But last night was different. Last night, I was sitting at a bar. It was a new bar, to me, one I'd never noticed or entered before last night. And as I was sitting at the bar, a fellow next to me struck up a conversation by asking me if I was new there. I took it to mean "new at the bar", and allowed as how I was. Our conversation proceeded from there into realms of where you live and why, what work do you do and do you like it. The same conversation we've all had a million times in our lives, many times leading to friendship or, at least, common acquaintance with them. But this conversation went deeper than normal. He felt familiar, like I'd known him all my life, and the laughter and the stories came easily. So when he asked why I was single, and did I prefer guys or girls, it didn't seem odd at all, it seemed more as if a guy you'd always known was asking for an update for his "friend file".

Without thinking I blurted out "guys!", and instantly felt shock at what had jumped from my throat, and shame anticipating his reaction, with a dash of "Girls, no, girls..." just for spice.

He laughed, then, and put his arm around me and said "No worries! I don't care what you like, I just want to know you better!" I felt alive in a way that I had not ever felt alive before. A secret so deep that I had not realized the truth of it until that moment was not only in the open, but pronounced worthy of dismissal. It didn't matter to my new friend. Maybe, it didn't matter at all.

The evening passed like that. Discussions about guitar and ancient history and how to intertwine the two into beautiful music. His ideas concerning the pre- and proto- Hebrew mythology was fascinating and poetic and fit well with the kind of music I liked to play on my guitar. It wasn't terribly late so we headed to my place to explore our ideas further.

When we arrived at my door, he crowded into me, his hands feeling their way across my back and chest until he pulled my face to his and kissed me, hard and searching for a long minute.

"I want you..." he breathed, "I wanted you when I saw you, but after talking to you for two hours I have to have you!"

I let out a low moan as his lips worked their way down my throat. I laughed, then, a sudden expression of happiness that came out unprovoked. "Let me get us inside at least."

We fell into my small apartment. A room just big enough for a bed and a couple of chairs, a kitchenette, a closet and a bathroom, it sat in the basement of the building, with a single tiny window, about level with the tires on the cars outside. My small lamp burned on the night stand, lighting our way as we stripped and fell into the bed.

He was smooth skinned, not really tanned, but not pale, either. Perhaps the honey color of a Native American who hasn't been outside in awhile. His muscles were loose, in the way that an athlete is loose, yet at the same time held a firmness that seemed to mean business.

I let my lips and tongue work down his throat, to his chest and nipples, where I spent a fair amount of time teasing, biting and sucking. He responded by pulling me tighter against him and letting out moans of pleasure. I could feel his hardened cock against my belly as I worked my way down his front until I came to that hardened cock. It was thick, a hefty piece of meat that burned to the touch. The head was full and slightly pointed, and the shaft had the nicest curl that you could ever want. It trembled with the need for attention, and when I blew on it, it surged upward with its need. I stroked the shaft slowly as I licked the head ever so softly. His hands cradled my head and urged me to take him but I backed off and blew on his dick again, cooling it off even as the stroking of my hand gave it urgency. Then I took it, and took it deep. Every inch of his hard meat thrust up into my mouth with an urgency that bordered on obsession. I sucked on him, I licked him and stroked him and sucked him some more. I licked and sucked his balls, and played with them. And tho he urged me to suck on him, he let me take my own pace; and that pace was bringing him very close to orgasm without quite getting him there.

Finally, after what seemed like no time at all despite the minutes that had passed, he took my head in his hands and pulled me down onto his cock, penetrating my throat with his whole self and let out a cry of release as his spunk shot into my mouth and throat.

I had a guy, that I'd been seeing for a couple of weeks. We spent some time online chatting before we met up. We talked about sports at first, you know, the whole "How'd your team do.." nonsense that passes for conversation when you don't know the guy, but he's wearing a jersey. We talked about where we came from, what kind of music and why, and he finally asked me if I was married or single and I allowed as how I'm married. That turned into a discussion about sex, which turned into a discussion about fantasy sex. We talked about vampires and how sexy they can be, and how men can be sexy, too.

And then he asked me if I'd ever had the opportunity to try sex with a man. I didn't answer for a while. It was something I hadn't thought of in a long while. An old desire, out of a past life, came back into my mind. Finally, I answered that, yes, I had done that. It was his turn to pause, then, before asking, "Do you want to try again?"

He invited me to his apartment after that, and that's where it all started.

I'd go to his place sometimes and we would have a little bit of play time. He would feed me his hard cock, and I would happily suck on it like a calf at the teat, drinking in all that warm, fresh man-milk. You could say I really was enjoying these brief interludes, and hadn't really thought of doing anything else. A little head, a little tail, and all was good.

He asked me again, one day after I had successfully gotten him off again, what my fantasy sex was. I told him that I wanted to be the main attraction at an all male gang-bang. He nodded at that, and I packed up and left, as per usual.

I didn't hear from him or see him for a couple of weeks after that. He didn't ignore me so much as he was busy, very busy. Big project, took all his time. I was really starting to suffer withdrawals from not getting any dick, when he finally texted me that he wanted to see me that coming Friday evening, and be prepared to party. So, I made arrangements with the wife and headed out to the party on Friday night.

I walked in, and as soon as the door closed behind me I was grabbed from behind and a hood was thrown over my head. I fought, hard, but was no match for the press of bodies and the hands that dragged me down, stripped my clothes and tied me to a table. I was on my back, my head dangling off of one end of the table, and my ass at the other end. They had manacled my left ankle and wrist together, and the same on the right, then put a spreader bar between them to hold my legs and arms wide apart. The spreader bar, in turn, was suspended from the ceiling, lifting my legs and arms above me.

They took the hood off of me, and my friend looked at me and said, "Surprise! You get to be the main course in our monthly get together!"

I was having coffee and cheesecake at the local cafe'. Honestly, I was just there for the cheesecake, but this very nice looking fellow invited himself to my table. I agreed with himm that it was a nice day, and that the spring was mild, tho a bit humid. We sat in companionable silence for a time, when he began asking about myself and my interests. Time passed, as did the coffee and cheesecake, until we found ourselves walking together thru the park. It was dusk, and the shadows were growing long and the day was cooling toward night time.

We talked as we strode along, talking about different things, until we stopped and he asked me about my sexual interests. I had been trying very hard not to look at the bulge in his pants, but it was a hard thing to hide when we stood face to face. Now, in my defense, his bulge WAS my sexual interest at that time, but I told him that I really wanted to feel a dick shoved into my mouth.

He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and began slowly sliding the waistband of his pants down along his legs, slowly exposing the bulge itself.

It was magnificent! At least 8 inches of thick meat, filling my hand and then my mouth, it must have been as big around as a coke can! I was stretched to the fullest extent my mouth would stretch, and I could barely get it in. I was heartbroken! It was too big for my mouth...

So I quickly dropped my drawers and turned around, spreading my cheeks for him. He quickly grabbed my hips and thrust into me without hesitation. He fucked me then, and kept fucking me until my knees were week and cum was draining out of my cock like milk from a cows teat. Every thrust caused a new burst of fluid from my cock, and i was moaning and my legs were dancing, and I was losing my mind to this monster inside me....

And then he came. Thrust deep into me and I felt him shoot forth, filling me with his juices as he breathed heavily into my hair, clutching at my shoulders and nearly lifting me off the ground with his final thrust up into me. I nearly screamed, but caught my breath, then let it out in a long slow moan that spoke of deep relief and suppressed urges being given their freedom.

I was sitting at a sidewalk cafe. Small table, small menu, small cups. Had a nice mocha and biscotti vibe going and it was looking to be a good morning all the way around. Someone sat at the table with me, as people sometimes do at crowded sidewalk cafes. She was stunning, really. Tho it's not polite to stare, and I made every effort not to, I nevertheless took every opportunity to look at her as she sipped her coffee.

She knew I was looking. Our eyes met, and she smiled a tease at me while I turned red, embarrassed at being caught looking. She laughed at me, then, and dropped her hand onto mine. "Don't be shy," she said, "I don't bite.... much" and then laughed a low growl.

I stammered apologies, which she brushed aside and gripped my hand in hers and asked, "Is the weather too much for you, dear? Why don't we move to my flat, right around the corner..?"

I looked at her for real, now. She was thick but compact, more meaty than fat, with nice breasts that sloped down from her collarbones like the rolling foothills of a mountain range, soft and gentle and pale. Standing, I could see her hips were generous and her stomach was flat, confirming that she was not overweight, just thick bodied as some folk are.

Her legs looked long, probably because of the thigh high boots she wore. Shiny and black and with a little chain across the instep, they spoke of certainty and directness of thought. Her clothes flattered her figure, tight around the waist yet full and open at the neck, leaving lots of cleavage bare to the world. Confidence dripped from her.

She looked at me once with an expectant look on her face, then turned to walk away. I stumbled to my feet and went after her as surely as if she had attached a leash to my throat and told me to heel.

As good as her word, she had rooms a block away from the cafe. Up two flights of stairs, it sat above the street with tall, open windows and gossamer drapes. Her clothes were scattered about the place, with piles of jeans here, T-shirts there and underwear flung about like confetti. I took it all in, but it only registered as background. My attention was entirely taken by the stunning creature in front of me. She had dropped her coat, revealing only a long blouse underneath, low cut at the neck, tight around the midriff, long flowing sleeves and a belt at the waist. Her thick legs, muscles moving like snakes under the skin, were revealed, uncovered and flexing as she stepped one foot after the next.

I was transfixed. The setting, the clutter, the bed behind her all spoke of the delights of the flesh, and I was stuck there waiting for something to happen, someone to lead me away telling me I shouldn't be there... But that didn't happen. What did happen was like a dream. Her hands pulled my clothes from me, stripped me of my armor and left me standing in her room naked and humiliated, as she stood in front of me, taunting me.

She came to me, then, and stroked my face with her hand. Softly, gently, lovingly, her hands were warm and soft and seemed to insist that everything would be fine if I just let them guide me. I was intoxicated with her scent. I dropped to my knees and gazed up at her in frank adoration. She bent down and pressed her lips to mine, gently at first, then more forcefully, more urgently. I felt her hand around my throat as she straightened up and lifted her blouse and pressed her groin against my face. She pushed into me, grinding against me, until I felt something hard start pressing against my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth and she slid a dick into my mouth until it met the back of my throat. I gagged, then, just a bit. I was dumbfounded. First she was a beautiful girl, now, suddenly, I had a dick in my mouth.