1. I Am A Cocksucker


    Date: 2/20/2017, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Author: bioralpleaser, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    that. I wallow in the self-abuse and low self-esteem. It feels so good to feel so bad. And sometimes it feels so go that I turn around and go back to the restroom or woods and let another man use me, just so I can feel even badder. Just so I can be so degraded and depraved. As I drive toward the park, I talk to myself in the car. I’m not losing my mind, no. But it feels good to hear out loud, some of the things I am thinking. To hear, stated plainly and calmly, what I plan on doing. “I wonder if I’ll meet a man out in the woods?” I say, hearing my own voice echo in the car. “I hope he uses my mouth as a cunt. I like it when strangers fuck me in the mouth.” It feels good to say this and to hear it. I turn into the park and go around the corner near the woods path, the place men go to have anonymous sex. I see a couple of parked cars. I have no doubt in my mind now that I will end up with the loads of mens’ semen in my mouth before long. I park the car and get out. Glancing over at the men in the parked cars, I head towards the woods trail. Some men might be having lunch or reading the paper. But most men come to this part of the park for one reason. If they are here for that reason, they saw my glance and understand what I want. I am about 10 yards into the woods when I hear a car door open and slam, and then hear footsteps crunching on the gravel. I glance back. A middle-aged blue collar worker has stepped out of a dented pickup truck. He might be a carpenter or construction ...
    worker. His truck has seen hard work, splattered with dirt, paint, and dust. He is wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt, his beer belly pushing outward. He looks like any other regular guy you might meet on the street. I capture all this in one glance. 50 yards in, the trail branches off, and I take the path less traveled, the path leading to a place where I have knelt down before men, where wads of tissue paper and condom wrappers announce that this is a place where men have sex. I glance back long enough to see that he is following and make brief eye contact. My heart is pounding. I may have done this a hundred times before. But for some reason, it still is very exciting when a man pursues you into the woods to fuck you in the mouth . I reach a bend in the trail where wads of tissue paper announce that sex has been had here before. The ground is pounded flat by many feet before me, as well as knees. I stop and wait, idly fondling my crotch. The construction worker is approaching, pretending nonchalance. This is where the dance gets tricky. Police sometimes patrol woods like this, and try to entrap and arrest people like me. Or worse yet, people like my new friend – married men who just want a quick blowjob. They have more to lose by a public arrest than I do. And yet they keep going back to the woods. My mouth, or the mouths of thousands of other faggots like me is too much of a draw, despite the risks. He approaches me and stands a few feet away, pretending to study the ...
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