My ‘Accidental’ Nudity

Hello Jamie here. I’ve discovered a new pleasure.

For years I’ve known I enjoy being naked and I love other people seeing my body, I’ve also loved doing things in public places. Either it be getting my dick sucked by a busy main road or getting cum forced up into my asshole in a crowded gents toilets. I love all of that. The fact people are so close to me while I’m being such a vile and dirty little slut is a total thrill.

A month ago I was dragged out of bed early to go supermarket shopping with my mother. I had been lazy in dressing and had just thrown on my trainers, a sweatshirt and my ratty old pair of jogging sweatpants, nothing else, no socks and no underwear.

As I wandered around the aisles, half asleep still, I found myself playing with my waistband. I toyed with the old frayed tie core. The band has been loose for a year or so now. The sweatpants were second hand when I bought them from the charity shop, they were cheap and that was all that mattered, I dislike clothes. If I could be naked all the time I would. I've spoken to Corbin, my nudist friend, if we won millions on the lottery we are going to build a nudist town. It would be a true place of freedom and honesty, somewhere for people of all ages, races and sex to enjoy the ecstasy of being free with their bodies.

Green spaces in the town centre for open air and public sex. All schools and businesses would be fully nude.  And shops and supermarkets just like the one I found myself pushing a battered trolley around far too early to be awake.

I pulled my pants back up for the sixth or seventh time and I realised something. Half of my butt had been fully on display for several people. My cock woke up. I felt the blood rising and the swell begin.

If my pants were to fall to the floor everybody in the aisle would see my engorged dick, they would look upon my naked buttocks and legs. This gave me a rush of excitement. I decided to see how long it would be before my pants fell down. I wouldn't pull them up anymore. I would let them slide down over my buttocks. I've such a shapely pair of buttocks that once over half way the pants would fall down to my knees or further.

I pushed the trolley up and down, my mother always rips the shopping list in half and she goes off her way and I have to go off and do mine. I was stood in the canned food aisle when it happened.

I reached up for a can from a higher shelf and since I'm such a short ass I had to stand on tiptoes. 

My pants fell down to my ankles. I looked round to see who had seen, a few old ladies, their male partners and a mother and her son. I knew what I had to do, if I showed any sign that I wanting them to see my naked flesh I would be dead. I hurriedly fumbled my pants back up and acted as embarrassed as I could. What a terrible thing to have happened to a young male in found of a crowd of strangers.

I slapped my already hardening penis away and quickly pushed my trolley down and around the corner. Their shocked faces filled my head. Some of them where embarrassed for me, some were just laughing with the uncomfortable moment they had just witnessed. I left the trolley at the end of an aisle and hastily walked to the toilets, the thin cloth of my sweatpants already tenting with the force of my rigid dick before I got there.

There was nobody there, I pulled my pants fully to the floor in the centre of the room and began to jerk off with such a heavy hand and fast pounding forceful thrusts that my balls fizzed and I jizzed in a matter of seconds. My substantial load hitting the back of the urinal with some power. I stood there drained with the excitement of the last few minutes; I pulled my pants up to my knees and pissed the jizz down the wall into the gutter.

I wanted to do it again straight away, I wanted to have more people see my nakedness, but I knew I would be asking for trouble to pull the same stunt twice in the same place on the same day, so I resisted. I went back to my shopping.

But the idea of doing it again lay in my head for days afterwards, so I went into town on the bus, I decided that I wouldn't pull my pants up and wait for them to fall, I would fumble with them and take as long as I possibly could to get them back up, to be quick but to make such an act of it that people saw my cock, balls and butt for longer.

I didn't have to wait long. I stood up at the bus station to get off the bus and as I went down the step of the bus, they fell. A queue of people stood there. Man, women and children. All of them stared and were shocked to see my large penis flop out of my tattered sweatpants. Such pleasure as a wave of horniness filled me. I did the act well, I looked shocked and red faced and walked quickly to the bus station toilets. I was going to jerk off again. But there I found it busy with my types of guys, all looking for sex. So I took my pick and went into a cubical with him. I stripped fully naked and let him have me.

I will do it again, I know I will. Hopefully next time with larger crowds and a different set of people. The thrill is in the waiting for my pants to fall. But you know me, they always will.

Catch you later XXXX

Corbin and the Sexual Imbalance

Hello Corbin the family nudist again.

Today Jamie has asked me to put into writing something I don’t often talk about in public, my illness. I suffer from a chemical imbalance. My brain doesn't make the right mix of chemicals, this means I'm not able to sleep for long periods, and it also means I get "waves". Let me explain what my waves are. They are a feeling deep down in the pit of my stomach. I feel them building up. It’s a wave of horniness. The tiniest little thing can set these waves off.

My older brother is 22 and he suffers from the same ‘waves’ but never as harsh as some of mine. No this isn't going to be some lame ass incest story. This is my real life and this is how my brother and I deal with this. My brother was 10 when he was first tested and diagnosed with this imbalance and I didn't show signs until I was 13.

Luckily our younger brother has not shown signs yet, but he is only 12. I hope it skips him.

When a wave hits I get a feeling in my stomach and light headedness behind my eyes. If I let it last for long my skin starts to feel like it is on fire and my face goes red. My mother can sometimes spot this before I know an attack is happening. My eyes will water and my head will begin to hurt if I don’t release the feeling. We do this by jerking off. The chemicals built up and released when we ejaculate stops the pain.

I've read medical reports about this and seen films about it. Some poor people don’t have loving caring families around them. Thankfully we do.

We have been taught never to be ashamed of our need to jerk off. We have been told to never leave and do it in private or to say sorry afterwards. It is a need that we much for fill for the sake of our own well-being.

For example we were all watching the TV on a family night together. We were watching the show that around the world is called “Dancing with the Stars”.

The men in their tight shirts and hard bodies, I knew I was going to start a wave. My mother asked me if I was OK. I told her I was going to ‘wave’. Rather than me running away and hiding in my bedroom, ashamed of my illness, my mother just handed me the kitchen paper towel from beside the sofa and I started to jerk off. I wasn't watched, it wasn't something I needed to do in front of them to enjoy the feeling. It was just something I've done for the last few years. I jerked myself to release and then cleaned up with the paper towel and folded it up and carried on watching the TV.

If my older brother is in the room with me and one of us has an attack it will set the other one off. So to counteract this we will jerk off together.

The lack of sleep means I'm awake after only a few hours sleep. So my brother and I will go for walks. We will pick a place on the map. Drive up there, strip to our skins, fill a rucksack and just go for a wander. Our favourite place to go is up in the hills and woods outside of our town. We walk up the dirt path with our torches and sit on the top of the hill on the smooth rocks and watch the sun rise. As the sun creeps up over the town we jerk off together. We sit facing each other with our feet touching and we will jerk off. It helps that I’m with someone who understands my needs and who is capable of watching me jerking my thick dick and never once has judged me.

If I am out shopping in the city and I get an attack it is sometimes very difficult to find a public toilet. So I know every hidden alleyway in that town now. Also if I am near the toilets by the train station I will go there and hopefully someone will be able to help me release before the pains gets too much for me to bear.

Since I started this when I had just turned 13 I had to drop out of school of course. I started to be home schooled. My brother had turned 18, so his tutor took over my schooling. His name is Killian and he went to school with our father. He trained as a special needs teacher. So our needs are pretty much special.

He comes to the house Monday to Friday and Saturday mornings because we sometimes have a half day. It’s from ten AM to four PM. We do it in the office at the back of the garage building. I am naked because it is my wish and because it is our home and I shouldn't feel uncomfortable. My brother did dress for his lessons. I can’t, I'm just too awkward when dressed. Killian doesn't get undressed, trust me I've tried.

If I am having a bad day with my illness I am allowed to play with my willy during lessons. I sit with a towel under my bum and one on the floor by my legs, because I pre-cum a hell of a lot.

Killian will also call for “wank breaks” if I have an attack. He will often go into the garden for a walk or to the kitchen for yet another coffee. Sometimes he will sit there behind his desk and check on his laptop or phone.

This helps, him being in the room with me is wrong and my twisted head likes this. He has been with me in that room and seeing me jerk off and jizzing since I was 13 years old. He is a total professional.

I’m not sure what else I can say about this, I'm sure someone out there will have questions, so ask them and I’ll write the answers up for Jamie sometime.

Hope you liked hearing about something very different to your normal lives. Also if you got off to it, then that is OK I understand. The thought of a teenage boy jerking off with his brother or in front of his family is something you read about in lame incest stories. So I understand that some guys are into that.

Hope you jizzed a huge load. Yours Corbin.

Corbin, My Nudist Friend

I've been a friend of Jamie’s for quite a few months now and he likes hearing about my life. He has asked me to write some of my life up so he can share it with some of you.

Hello there, I'm Corbin, I'm 17 years old and I live in the UK with my parents and my younger brother who is 12. I also have an older brother, 22, but he moved out of the main house before Christmas to live with his girlfriend in the bedroom over the garage.

We are a family of nudists. Since I was born into it and it’s in my DNA I don’t see a thing wrong with it. But I'm not so stupid that I don’t know that some other people would find it weird to be naked around your parents and brothers.
My parents are very open and here at home they run an open door rule, no secrets, no matter what.
So as well as never closing the few doors we do have, we know absolutely everything about each other. Also we have seen each other doing pretty much everything you can think of over the years.

I know both my parents are bisexual and that in college they both dated the same guy for a while. I know my older brother is 99.99% straight, but likes to have his sexual partners stick a finger up his asshole when he jizzes. I also know my little brother is in a world of his own and never really knows what the hell is going on most of the time.

I have a boyfriend. He is 19. When he first started coming over to the house he was a bit awkward, OK, to be honest, a lot awkward. We don’t force a person to strip, that isn't our way. But if people want to, then that’s cool. He would get hard around my dad and older brother. So for the first few months whenever he visited he would only strip down to his underwear and t-shirt.
He is much more used to us now, so he gets down to his skins like the rest of us. He just has to get used to my little brother using him as a climbing wall now. No idea why lil bro does that. It’s just a thing he likes to do, he will run at you and climb all over you.

I better answer the questions I get asked the most. We are a nudist family; we are nude any time we are home indoors or in our back garden. We also holiday at a nudist camp site in the south of France.

It is gay friendly but there are many families that go there too. The camp is set out into groups of different sets of cabins. There is an entertainment building with a pool, bar and hall. There are games rooms and a tennis court.

There is a huge land area. If you follow the back track from the cabins down the nature trail you come to the woods and if you take the path through them you come to the gay side of the lake. Here is a boathouse and a shower/toilet block.

In these woods is the best place for the gay guys to hang out and cruise each other. Everybody is very open but of course the families make sure their kids know which path to stay on.

When I was about 11 I was telling my mum about a boy I liked at school, I got hard talking about him and what he had done during the PE lesson. My mum told me to go to my room and think about this boy and play with myself. She told me I would “like it”. I went off and after a few minutes I knew why she said that, I did like it.

When I was 14 my parents sat he down at the kitchen table, I thought I was in trouble. They told me it was my body, it was mine to do with as I liked. It was totally up to me who I let touch it. They said anything I wanted to do with my body was totally OK, as long as I was careful.

I took this to mean it was OK to go into the woods at the camp site. That summer I was in those woods with a 19 year old. He was the first to bare fuck me. There on the wooden beach, that overlooks the clearing down to the lake.

Since then every year I've looked for more and more guys. So now with the gay guys at the camp site I have a bit of a rep as being the camp site slut. This is not a bad rep to have, saves time.

I’ll tell you some more of what I've done at the camp and here at home another time if you like.
Let me know if you have any questions and I’ll answer them next time.

Thanks and bye, Corbin.

My Ripped Jeans

It’s been so hot and sweaty here today. The sweat was pouring down my back and wetting the back of my underwear. Normally I like to wear my baggy ripped jeans in weather like this, but today I went out in my joggers because it was cold this morning when I first went out. Also the joggers are better for getting out of quickly if I go passed any gents toilets I like the look of.

My baggy jeans I bought from a charity shop a while ago. They were loose around the cock and balls and my butt held them up at the back without need of a belt. I’ve worn them to death. Anytime I didn’t have clean pants I will just grab them and leave the house.

The rip under the crotch started small at first, but with all the bending over I do to show off my butt to guys in places like supermarkets and other public places, it split quite wide.

If I don’t wear underwear the top of my leg and the ridge under my balls is on display.

Then the rip under my right buttock happened. I was getting out of a car and I heard a tear happen. When I stood up I felt the breeze on my butt cheek. I like the fact my ass is on show. I love it when I go up the stairs on the double-decker buses. All those college and high school boys staring at my wide open butt and hoping they are lusting after it.

Another thing I enjoy doing when is wearing them and sitting with my legs spread in a public place. Hoping guys will look down and see my balls, just visible through the gap. Wishing they would sit beside me and slip a hand up into the hole and grab my cock.

I can push my whole cock out of the crotch hole now. I can walk the streets of the estate at night with my cock and balls swinging between my legs. The traffic passing too fast to notice I’m showing the whole world my goods.

I want them to circle the block and take another look, unsure they saw my meat banging about the first time. I want them to slow and ask me if there is anywhere we can go for a fuck.

I would get into their cars and let them all fuck me. Every one of them can just pound me in public if they wanted. Slam me on the hoods of their cars right there in the streets. Headlights flashing over my butt as the guys rail into me.

I would love that. I love being a slut. I like dressing to show off my body. I want them to want me. I need their dicks. I crave them. It is what I was put on this Earth to do, suck dick and take loads inside me. Hopefully soon I will get dick again. It’s always far too long between fucks.

I need dick.

Catch you later XXXX

Jamie the Slave Boy

I went round to a guy’s house. I had met him off Grindr and had been with him a couple of times in the public toilets in the park. But this time he asked me round to his house. I drove to his house and parked outside it was a large house and I thought I might have got the wrong address because whoever lived there must have had money to burn.

He answered the door in a long red robe and once I was inside he took me by the hand like a child up the stairs to a large bedroom at the back of the house.

There weren’t a lot of things in the room, a bed and a few tables and that was it really. The lights were quite low and I had trouble seeing what was on the tables by the window.

He asked me if I was going to be a good boy, I told him I was always a good boy. This, of course, isn’t the truth. I always try to be as naughty as I possibly can, as often as I can.

He stood me in the middle of the room and then sat down on the edge of the bed. He called me boy.

He ordered me to strip for him, shirt first, then trousers then socks and finally underwear. I stood there a little bit unsure what was going to happen as he was still clothed in his long red robe.

I put my hand down to my cock and touched it for a second, I did it without thinking. His face was red with rage. “Did I tell you, you could touch your willy?”

I told him I was sorry. I was starting to see how this evening was going to play out. I was the naughty slave boy. My mind raced at the thoughts of what might be coming up, my dick got ahead of me and I became enlarged.

I held my hands down by my side. He told me to get down on my hands and knees and to crawl over to him on all fours. When I reached him he lay one hand down on the top on my head and ruffled my hair.

“Good doggy” he said.

My master then pulled me over his knee face down and began to smooth his hand over my buttocks.

He told me how beautiful and round my butt was, telling me how it was a perfect bottom.

He had raised his hand up high and slapped it down. The pain and pleasure hit me with a wave up my body. After each hit it was then a swift grab at my butt, with a handful of my buttock and run of his hand over the skin.

He stood up, which made me fall to the floor. He called me a silly doggy and then in his hand from one of the tables was a shiny pink leather dog collar.

“You are going to look such a little faggot queer boy in this, come here and I will be kind and put it on for you”

I crawled over on my knees and he fixed the buckles around my neck. Tightly, I felt the collar bite into the skin on my neck. Then a dog lead was in his hand. He fastened it to the collar.

I walked me around the room. Jerking hard on the lead and I struggled to keep pace with him.

He was saying things like good doggy and well done boy. Patting my head and reaching down and smoothing his hands down over my buttocks as if I was hairy and he was levelling it down.

He told me I was allowed on the bed and that he had something else for me. I got up and wiggled my bum at him.

From his table of toys he took a rubber dog tail butt plug. My eyes must have lit up, because he asked me if I was excited. I nodded yes, being a good dog I didn’t speak.

He spat into my butt crack and fingered some of his self made lube into my hole. Then he commenced to push the bulbous butt plug up inside the soft walls of my anus. I felt my inner walls press and grasp at the toy as he pushed it in and out. I could feel it being pushed around within me.

In the end it was fully up and inside me, I wagged my new tail. My own human tail wagged underneath my belly, splashing precum up onto my belly and down over the tops of my legs.

The butt plug was hitting my inner spot just right.

He grabbed hold of the lead tight in his fist and with his other hand he reached under and tightly grabbed my cock and balls. He led me down off the bed and around the room. He again reached down and this time making a firm grip of my buttock. I could feel the heat on my butt; I knew they would be shiny red by now from all the slaps and tight grabs.

He twisted the tail around in my hole, tail up and tail down. I wagged my bum and the tail whenever he released his unyielding grip.

He got me to jump back onto the bed and with a sharp pop he pulled the butt plug from up inside of me. He threw it aside and from the table came another toy, one that looked just as exciting. It was a large black rubber dildo, as long as his forearm and just as meaty.

He spat on it and made me do the same. Then he got me to lick it up and down.

My master then stabbed me with it up inside my cunthole. In and out, again and again. My legs buckled with the shock and the passionate energy.

He again reached down and played with my balls, tightly gripping them. He got me off the bed once again. He undid the front of his red robe and for the first time I saw his swollen dick. Hard and hairless, smooth and engorged. With the lead still in one hand and the dildo still firmly up my asshole he took a dog’s drinking bowl from his table of goodies and dropped it to the floor.

He then began to piss into it, missing at first and hitting me full in the face. I opened my mouth but he told me not to be such a bad dog. He then held my head down to the bowl and forced me to lap at the urine. As I did this he reached under and jerked my cock.

Before I knew what was happening his dick was jammed into my mouth and down my throat. I choked on his dick the first few times. My spit became ropey and it slapped down his balls and onto his legs. But he calmed his tempo and I was able to properly suck him off, until he blew a hot salty load into my mouth and over my lips and face. He told me I was then allowed to jerk myself off. So I did, with his help. He held his face close to my cock as I blew, so he was able to catch it into his mouth. He then loomed over me and spat it into my face. I loved being humiliated.

I’ve seen him a few times since for other types of roleplay. I’ll share some with you if you like some other time.

Catch you later XXXX

My Blitzed Easter Fuckfest

It was Easter weekend and I had been such a good boy for so long that I felt like being bad. So I got my phone and went onto Grindr. Happily loads of guys out there wanted to be naughty boys with me. Message after message popped up. All offering to ram me and suck me. To abuse the shit out of me. Sadly few of them were local. Never a good willy around when you need one. And damn I needed one. My butthole was starved. It had been a month since I had last felt my tight walls pushed out and a thick juicy cock slide up into my hole.

I talked to a few guys. They offered me the same boring fuck. I needed that extra high. I needed to be destroyed. I talked to one guy I had met before he asked if I wanted to meet up with him and his mate in town at his mate’s apartment. He said treats would be on offer. I got dressed, made sure my hair was nice for the pleasant men and left, telling my mum I would be gone for the day.

I waiting down by the garages and the guy pulled up, I've no idea of his real name so I’ll call him Pete. He drove me into town in his little sports car. Driving like a mental person trying to escape before the doctors knew he was missing from the asylum.

Pete drove us to a tall posh apartment building in town. Huge glass windows and the kind of place I will never be able to afford to live in. He took us up in the lift, rubbing my back and butt as we got higher.

We walked down a long corridor and Pete knocked on a door. It opened and a very tall Swedish blond guy stood there in just his tiny bright red underwear. Fuck me he was hot. Pete is nice too, but this guy was amazing. He was tall with amazing thick, wide shoulders. Again I’ve no idea what his name is, so I’ll call him, Sam. I’ve no idea if that is a Swedish name or not.

They took me into a huge living room. A glass topped coffee table was at the centre of the room, with loads of nice looking goodies on it. There was a mug full of some weed, a tiny brown bottle with some white powder, a shot glass with some pills and booze. There was a hell of a lot of booze.
Sam blazed up a joint and passed it to me. It was only ten in the morning, but who am I to say no when free drugs are on offer.

Pete took his coat and shirt off and sat on the sofa checking out the room. Sam started to rub himself and sucked in huge lungs full of smoke and blowing it out in my direction. I sat down on the sofa and Sam sat at the other side of me. They both began to play with me. Untucking my shirt and running their hands over my chest and down into my pants.

Sam put his thumbs into each side of his underwear and in one movement slid them down and off, kicking them across the room. His massive cock popped up. The bulge I had been hoping for hadn't disappointed. He had a large cock and balls with a neat trimmed blond pubic region.

I dropped my head and took his cock in my mouth; Pete pulled at my shirt and took it off. He undid my pants and took my dick into his mouth. Sam lay back smoking his weed, blowing the smoke down into my face. A few minutes later I was naked and both were down on their knees as I lay on the sofa, smoking dope and having them take turns sucking at my leaking dick.

After a few bottles of beer I was rolled over and the two men took turns in my ass-hole. Two large bare cocks fought in and out of my opening. The pleasure waved into my soul. This is what I want for the rest of my life. Then Sam stood in front of my face and face fucked me. He took another beer bottle from the table, popped a pill down its neck and passed it over to me, I had no idea what the pill was I just swigged it down. My brain was on fire, I needed cock, as much cock as there was in the world. I felt amazing. A wave of gut punches of pleasure hit me over and over like a tide of gratification.

I was offered more weed, which seems to get stronger and stronger. The room was a cloud of weed smoke and red fiery sex streams coming off our bodies. Sam and Pete stood me up, my legs weren't my own. I was having trouble standing. They laughed as the fucked me, their white teeth so huge and friendly. I laughed too, this was incredible.

Then the tiny brown bottle of white powder was offered round. I took the most, sniffing it up into my nose. I wanted more. More drink, more weed, more of everything. I was stood by the huge windows looking out onto the city. They fucked me, pulled me and sucked my dick. I came over and over. As soon as one of us came we just carried on. Starting again, hour after hour. They filled my ass-hole with their cream, likewise my mouth. They held me tight in their arms and held my head steady as their jizz hit my face and ran down. I licked at them. I bit the air around me. I was gone.

I blacked out. I woke up in a bathroom, the salty smack of piss hitting my lips and going into my mouth. Sam had his fingers hooked into my mouth to keep it open and Pete was providing the piss.

They were laughing at me; I slipped in and out of consciousness. I would wake in a different room of the apartment. A bedroom with my hands tied behind my back and something large and rubbery jammed up inside my ass-hole. Back in the living area flat out of the floor rolling about giggling to myself as cameras flashed.  Each time I was awake I knew I was begging for more cock. I was pleading with them not to stop, to go faster, to start again. I didn't want this day to ever end.

I felt like a hundred men had filled my gut with their seed, it was just the two. I think.

The sky outside the huge windows grew darker and a storm rolled in. Rain lashed at the glass and when I was pressed face against it, it was cold and hard against my body. But I felt like I was made of light and I that my naked body could flutter through the particles of glass and out into the night’s sky. Never have I felt so free, so full and so loved.

I woke up dressed in a car. I was on a back seat laughing and Sam was driving. Pete was telling me it was time to sober up and go home. They showed me films of myself on their phones and cameras.

Things I have no memory of doing. I was screaming for cock. I was waving my arms around like a freak, telling them to fill my mouth with more piss. I was possessed.

I didn’t care the pain or how often I had been fucked. I just wanted more. My body hurt. I was empty and dry. Pete gave me bottled water and told me to drink from it. I sat outside the place where Pete had first picked me up for maybe a half hour, until they let me go. I walked to our block of flats. Unsteady on my feet, my head buzzing. I sat on the edge of the pavement and stared into the dark, black clouds. I waved at traffic a few times until I decided it wasn't getting any warmer so it was time to go home.

I got into the warm home and managed to sneak back into my bedroom. I lay on the bed. Exhausted, I reached down and realised my underwear had gone. Lost or taken as a trophy.

I've seen Pete a few times since. In toilets or at his place. But nothing will ever match up to that day in the apartment that danced with sex.

Catch you later XXXX.  

The Boy on the Bus

I get lost in my own head when I'm on buses. They panic me. If I don’t know where I'm going or don’t know the route I have to distract myself.

I was travelling home on a long bus ride on the upper deck of a bus and I was staring out of the window. I was just minding my own business.

As always I had my hand down on my dick area and I was just touching myself. I had my tight jeans on and tighter underwear so if I'm not thinking about what I'm doing I will just play with myself without really knowing I'm doing it.

I then heard a sound by the side of me. Across the aisle was a boy. A sixteen year old looking school boy, in a full school uniform. And his eyes shot back up from my willy area when he saw that I was looking in his direction. His hands went over his own dick area straight away. He was hard. He had been looking at me and it made him stiff.

He was a cute blond boy with shoulder length hair. I didn't recognize the uniform. A black brazier and grey trousers, white shirt and purple tie.I looked down at his legs.

Then back up to his face. His face had turned a violent shade of crimson.I moved myself towards him, just edging on my seat so I was facing him more.

The bus wasn't very busy and thankfully it was an older bus, all the new ones have CCTV cameras fixed to the roof.

He sat back further towards the window on his right side. There were an older couple at the front of the bus with their backs towards us. They had been arguing about something and that was what had made me tune out.


I ran my hand down the front of my jeans. His eyes were fixed on them. I checked behind me to make sure I hadn't missed anyone at the back and I undid my buttons.I let the flaps of my jeans fall open.

I was hard and I played with my dick, rubbing my white underwear over the large bulge.He was swelling more and more I could see his school uniform trousers getting tighter at the front.He slowly undid the zip. Making a noise with his feet and the bag in between them to hide the fact his zip was being lowered.He did the same as me. He took his bulge from inside his trousers and began to rub the red underwear over his cock.


The wet spot on my underwear was getting bigger and I held my dick tight in a grab to let it ooze through the cloth. I rubbed my thumb over the liquid and then sucked my thumb.He put his hands down inside his underwear and rubbed his cock onto the tips of his fingers. He took his fingers up to his mouth and licked them. He smiled. He liked what he tasted.

I hoped he would be getting off at the bus station so he would follow me to the toilets and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted with me.We travelled on, both rubbing and sliding our hands and fingers over our swollen lengths.

My balls were so tight to my body that I thought I was going to jizz my load there and then and that I would have a wet messy pair of underwear to walk off the bus with.I often get wet and end up having to walk around with a leaking dick banging about in my pants.Then a horrible thing happened, he put his dick away and stood up. He rang the bell to let the driver know he wanted to get off and he left the bus, two stops before the bus station.I was so stupid that day. I should have followed him from the bus and seen if he took me to a quiet area where he could have fucked me for the rest of the day.But I was too scared to go back onto another bus that I let him go.

I've travelled the same route a few times since and never seen him. Hopefully one day he will be there and we can finish what we started.

Catch you later XXXX

My Water Sports Holiday

On my summer holiday last year I discovered that quite near the hotel was a park that was used for cruising. I’d looked up places online before going away like I always do. Just to see if there are toilets or areas where I can get dick and where I can get my hole used.

I, as always, took my old beat up shitty laptop with me. The one with the broken cam and the mic that makes me sound like Mickey Mouse. My mum bought it for me cheap years ago. I used to use it for Skype back in the days when I really shouldn’t have been doing that. Sadly those days came to an end when my little brother was carrying the laptop from his room and by accident smashed it into the door frame of my room. Cracking the camera and ending my time showing myself off to anyone who cared to see a young teenage boy abuse his own body.

At the hotel I would sit in the quiet room downstairs on my laptop and see who was going to go to the cruising park that night. I was sharing a room with my little bro as usual, so I would sneak out after he fell asleep.

It was a five minute walk up the hill to the park. And it was a typical chilly summer night. I wore my shorts, shirt and jumper I had worn that day.

When I got to the park it was in near total darkness. There were lights on the main pathways but the rest was totally dark. I went up into a wooded area and sat on a bench. A guy online had told me you did this and waited there. He told me you could go to a wood further up the path, into a cave near the rocks or behind the toilet block down near the entrance of the park.

Two guys walked passed me and looked back at me as they went around the corner back down into the light. Both in their early 40s, they were strong looking men.

Ten minutes passed and I was thinking the shorts had been a bad idea. The moon came from behind some clouds and I could see further into the woods from it’s full light. There was a guy stood watching me from behind one of the larger trees. He saw that I had spotted him and suddenly walked down the slope and passed me. I thought I would be here all night if people just kept walking away from  me so I followed him down the path back towards the toilet block.

He waited a couple of times, looked back behind him and making sure I was still following him, carried on. At the toilet block he darted quickly behind it when a car drove passed on the main road to the park. I followed him after the car had driven away. He stood there leaning against the back wall of the toilets. There was a thin gap behind the toilet wall and a built up wall that was a sloping path up into the park. He reached for me and grabbed at my jumper. He was rough and knew what he wanted. He snatched at my shorts and jerked them down, his long fingers finding their way between my buttocks and into my hole.

He asked what I liked, so I told him, I like getting fucked and sucking dick. He asked if I had any rubbers. I told him I didn’t so he said it would just be a suck then. He pushed me down by the shoulders and forced his dick into my mouth.

After a few minutes of his dick flitting in and out of my mouth he came, in huge fat globs over my face. He zipped himself up and didn’t say another word and left. Sometimes I like it like that. Just to be used and left.

I stood for a while watching the clouds drift over the moon and wondered if that was going to be it for that night. I thought I would leave the park by the back exit. So I went back up to go over the Bowling Green and down the back road to the side of our hotel. I walked up the path and it lead me back to the area in front of the bench. Now sat on it was the two guys from before. I walked up and could hear them both clanging bottles from a plastic bag. As I walked closer one stood up and placed himself in my path. For a moment I was scared that they were drunk and knowing the park was used for cruising were going to bash the poor little queer who was walking around after having sucked a stranger’s dick.

But the taller of the two spoke to me and asked if I wanted a beer. I thought bashers wouldn’t waste beer on a victim so I told them yeah and sat down between them on the bench. They asked what I was looking for out there in the middle of the night. Still a little jumpy and unsure how this was going to go I answered that I was just looking around because I’d been told it was the place to come. The taller of the two said it was the best place alright; he placed his hand down between my legs and rubbed my inner thigh. Thank fuck I thought they want my butt and not to bash me.

The shorter guy moved closer to me and started to kiss my neck and pulled my jumper and shirt up and began to smooth his hand over my chest, until he found my tiny cold bullet nipples and commenced to pinch them tightly.

This made me hard again. The tall guy pushed his hand down into my shorts and took my dick out and leaning down he swallowed it hungrily.

Anyone who knows me knows that if any man touched my neck they can do whatever the fuck they like with me. The short guy was kissing and licking my neck, lifting my shirt and jumper up over my head and to the back of my neck. He went down and did the same licking, kissing and now sucking to my pebble hard nipples.

The taller asked if I wanted to go into the woods. I told him yes. So they lead me by the hands into the woods. There was an area far back with a log stump and a circle of trees. The taller got down to sucking my dick and pulling my shorts fully down to the ground until I thought I might as well get out of them. So I stepped out of them and kicked them to the base of a tree. I preyed I remembered where they were later, because I couldn’t walk back into the hotel bottomless.

The shorter guy took my shirt and jumper off me and it landed in the same place. I stood naked in the moonlight, as the taller bend me over and began to give my butthole a good tonguing. The shorter was very into kissing me; he then grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my mouth down onto his cock.

The taller was spreading my cheeks so he could get his tongue fully up inside my brown rosebud hole.

After a while he stood up. My hole must have been very wet by now and I thought he was just going to push himself into me and start the fucking. But he asked what I was into. I told him getting fucking and sucking dick; he asked what else I liked. I listed off anything I had ever done and enjoyed. I went as far back as when I was 14 and had tried piss play for the first time.

He told me to remove my shoes, so I did and placed them with my clothes. They both got another bottle from the bag and got me to knee down facing them.

The taller started first, he let out a full blast of piss down my chest and after I opened my mouth he aimed for my face. I drank down as much as I could.

A year before at a party when I was very drunk and high a friend dared me to piss into a glass and drink it. I did and then four other lads dared me to drink theirs. I told them I would for a pound each. And with my friend’s piss joining the others I made five pounds. I also enjoyed seeing these straight lads taking their dicks out in front of me so I could drink down their piss. It was easy money.

The shorter let rip over my bum and back, I arched my back so it would flow down better and gather in my butt crack. The shorter kneel down in the now wet mud and stuck his dick fully up inside my piss wet asshole.

After a few seconds of thrusting he pissed again. But this time while still inside my hole. It dripped out of me and washed down my legs. The taller was squirting into my mouth and I was drinking it down.

I was being a very good boy for both of them. Then with my hands and knees in the pissy mud they took turns to fuck me. Sometimes stopping to piss a little more over my face or back.

The shorter one came first up into my bum, I puckered my hole and kept it in as the taller took his turn and filled me with his cream, fucking his partners juice further up into my tube.

They both dressed and I lay there flat and used in the mud. The taller told me how much he had enjoyed himself and that we should do it again the next night. I agreed, they asked if I would be OK getting back into town I told them I would be alright. I waited a while. Lying naked on the wet ground, jizz and cooling piss dripping between my buttocks, looking up into the clear night’s sky, watching the stars blinking at me. Tonight was a good night to be alive.

I walked down to the park’s drinking fountain and washed myself up a little. I dressed and walked back down the hill to the hotel. I snuck in and without waking my brother I climbed naked into bed.

The next night I waited until my brother was asleep and climbed the hill once again, for another night of strong bare fucks and water sports. They did not disappoint me.

Catch you later XXXX

My Sauna Group Fuck

A few years ago during the school holidays I went away with my mum and my little brother. He stayed at a hotel by the beach and some days they would go off by themselves and leave me to do my own thing on the beach or at the hotel. One afternoon they went to the theatre. My little brother wanted to see Starlight Express and I didn’t; the thought of watching people pretending to be trains filled me with a wave of sickness at the bottom of my stomach. 

 I stayed at the hotel and was enjoying their free wifi. Sadly it was only in the reception area and not up in the rooms. So I had to be careful what I went into in case people looked over my shoulder and saw cock and balls. I started to chat online with a guy who said he was local and he said he would like to meet me. I told him I didn’t know the area very well and I didn’t want to bring him back to the hotel in case mum and little bro came back early. So I agreed to meet him on the sea front further down from my hotel.

When I got there he was better looking than his pictures online. Tall, long brown hair and a fit toned body. He said he didn’t realise from the chat how young I was. I thought that would be the end of it and I would have to go back to the hotel for the rest of the afternoon.

He told me about a hotel further down the bay that was a sauna for hook ups. He said if you hired a room for the day you could go to the sauna at the hotel and if you left your room door open you could have as much sex as was on offer. My dick liked the sound of this and I told him as we were walking along that I was hard in my jeans.

When we got there he told me to stay near the doorway and not to face the counter and after he paid he would come and get me.

I understood why. You had to be 18 to be in here and I wasn’t, far from it.

We went to a locker area and he pulled out towels for us both and we both undressed. This was the first time I had ever been to anything like this, of course. I wouldn’t be able to get into a place like this on my own. Its years later and I still struggle because I still don’t look old enough. He locked up our clothes and we went to the darkroom sauna area. We walked passed open doors and there were men of all ages in them. Some were just jerking off alone, some with another guy sucking them off or having a full fuck. TVs hung in cages from the walls. Quite old looking porn was playing. The men in the rooms were making more noise then the TVs. The guy kept walking but I stopped at each door. I had my towel on around my waist and I was rock hard. My precum was dripping down my leg.

The guy told me he had paid for a room. A few of the men asked him something. And when we climbed the stairs I asked him what they had said. They had asked which room we would be in. Its a few years ago now, but I think it was room 11. Upstairs was another long dark corridor. My heart was banging about in my chest like a jackhammer. I walked passed more open doors and more sex. The guy again kept walking down the corridor and I stopped and stood at each door. I was watching so many men doing so many different types of fucking in front of my eyes. I was in ecstasy; this was a place I belonged in.

We came to our room and by now I wondered why I was bothering with the towel. I had been rubbing my dick through the flap at the front. My dick was poking out anyway.

In the room there was a bed and a couple of sofas, nothing else. Another door near the blacked out window lead off to a wash room. I lay on the bed face down and the guy went into the washroom he came out, naked. He stood at the end of the bed and told me I had the best looking butt he had ever seen. I thought it best not to argue with him. Within seconds my butt was up in the air and his tongue was deep inside my hole. He was hungry for it I could tell. He never touched my dick once. It was all about the butt for him. After a while he stood up and knelt on the bed. I was holding onto the bed’s headboard he jammed his dick fully up into me. I twist of his dick and he was balls deep, hitting the right areas. I think I might have howled a tiny bit. It was a very stabbing fuck. In and out over and over, pulling my butthole apart and making me gasp.

I didn’t notice anyone else in the room until they moved around the other side of the bed. I jumped a little because I was so wrapped up in the moment of this amazing dicking that I had never heard them entering the room. I had totally forgotten that the door out to the corridor hadn’t been shut. Both men started to feel my body. Twisting my nipples, putting their thumbs and fingers into my mouth for me to suck. Pulling at my cock, rubbing my leaking precum onto their fingers and licking it off each others hands. They seemed to be working as a team. Tag teaming me as I was still getting pounded. The older of the two, a guy in his 40’s took over from the guy I came with. My guy went to one of the sofas and sat there rubbing his dick slowly as he watched these two new guys set to work on my butt, balls and cock. Each took it in turns to move me around the bed. Flipping me over like I was just a toy for them to explore. They both fucked me, the older came inside me first and the younger one, maybe in his 30’s, fucked me and at the very last second shot his load up over my back and butt. The older guy came back to the bed, he had been sucking off the guy on the sofa and he ate the juice that was rolling down my back into my butt crack.

I sat there for a while. Working it over what had just happened in my head. Within a matter on minutes of me being inside the building three guys had bare fucked my willing teenage asshole.

The guy sat there, watching me, saying nothing. Then he stood up and moved over to the door, he told me to stay were I was. He was gone a while and I was looking around the room. I looked in the washroom, just a sink, toilet and an open shower.

When he came back he had four guys with him, all naked, all tall and all towering over me. All of them between the ages of 20 and 30. I got back on the bed; I thought my guy was going to tell me off for moving from the bed.

I sat with my back to the headboard and all these new guys came to the bed either side of me. They took it in turns to suck me. One held my dick up for another to suck as he worked his tongue over my balls and into his mouth. Then with two guys taking turns in my butt I had two either side of my face, sucking one after another. And then they swapped. We lay on the bed all done and with all our balls empty. I had their juice deep up inside my hole. One had jizzed and then another had fucked it deeper up into my teenage asshole. My belly was wet with my own cum. One of them licked it from my fingers as I fed it to him.

A couple of them left, the other two stayed wanting another go on me. We rested for half an hour. Both of them just sat either side of me, slowly playing with my dick and asking how often I jerked off and things like if it was my first time and how old I was. Should I lie? Did it matter? They had both fucked me no matter what age I was. The guy I had come with told them I was old enough. He had watched it all. He didn’t join in once.

They started again. I was thrown around the bed like a soft toy. One after another taking turns in my mouth and butthole. I jizzed for maybe the forth time, I really had lost count.

Another guy stood at the doorway watching. He played with himself, but didn’t enter the room. He was much older than anyone of them before. Late 40’s or maybe even in his 50’s. I’m shit at guessing ages. He left and the two guys carried on with me and each other.

Another guy came to the room and stood at the end of the bed and just watched for ages and whenever he could his head would bob down and he would suck my dick if it was near enough. He was jerking himself off the whole time. One of the guys held my head up to his dick and the guy jizzed fully in my face. Then the guy holding my head released me back onto the bed and continued fucking my ass.

Then I was left alone with the guy who brought me here. I asked him if he had any idea how long we had been there. Because surely my mum and little brother would be back at the hotel by now. He said it had been a couple of hours. I thought I should, have a shower and go soon. I was stood on the bed, the windows were painted over at the bottoms but there was a higher top window, where I could see out of, it was getting dark.

Another guy came to the room and I stayed standing on the bed as he sucked me off. I had lost count of how many mouths my dick had been in. He edged me to the edge of the bed and was rimming me, the guy I had come with stood up and put his dick in my mouth. It was then that I realised he hadn’t cum the whole time we were there. He gushed into my mouth, so much jizz; it ran down flowing over my chin and down onto my chest. The guy fucking me leaned in and licked it off my nipples. The guy told me he was going soon. I told him I would leave with him. 

Then a man was stood in the doorway. Fully clothed, dressed like a barman. He just stood there watching. The guy fucking me pulled out of my asshole and held the back of my hair tight and drilled his dick into my mouth. I sucked it and waited for it to pop. As it did he took it from my mouth and came into my face. He let go of my hair; he pushed me back down onto the bed. He was done. I was nothing to him anymore. I was just a warm body he had stuck his dick into. He left and the man in the doorway came into the room and closed the door behind him. The guy I had come with was in the washroom and when he came out the man asked if I could leave. Someone must have complained about me being under-age.

My guy told him we were going anyway and the staff member backed into the corridor and waited for us to leave. He followed us down to the locker room, watched us both get dressed and then held a side fire door open for us to exit the building.

What I find funny was the staff member had been ordered to remove me from the building. But he stood there for a while watching me getting fucked and then sucked a dick until the guy jizzed his load into my face and THEN he asked me to leave.

I said thank you and goodbye to the guy and ran back to the hotel. Lucky for me I got back to the hotel about half an hour before my mum and little brother did so I could have a shower. Because I could smell every man on me. I counted on my fingers, eight men in two hours had bare fucked me.

Hope you liked that. I did.

Catch you later. XX

My Fuckbud Ex

I wasn’t sure what to write about this week, but then somebody asked me if I had ever had a long term boyfriend. The answer is yes, his name is Karl and he is my ex, sort of. My 100% broke up with boyfriend, who I still have sex with.

But we are friends still, and it was totally my fault that we broke up. But before I get to that maybe I should tell you a little about him and how we met.

Karl went to the same school as me and was in the year below me. I think I first saw him when I was 14 but I can’t 100% say if that is true. I had seen him around school a couple of times and liked what I saw. A tall, kind of blond, white guy with an evil smile. This is honestly how we met; I was in the boys toilets. I was stood at the urinals and I was making piss balloons. For those who don’t know what that is, because maybe you don’t have a foreskin, its when you hold the end of your foreskin and piss and hold the piss inside your foreskin for as long as you can until it is too full and it bursts.

You sometimes end up with pissy fingers but it’s a good way of washing your cock head if you have been thinking about boys all time and your cock head is sticky. Glad I can help.

I was stood there and doing this over and over until I ran out of piss. I can sometimes be in a world of my own and I didn’t realise anyone had come into the toilets. Karl was stood looking at me with a look of “what the fuck are you doing with your dick” on his handsome face. He finished up and I was too embarrassed to move, I just stood there with my dick still in my hand. He washed his hands and then came back to the side of me and took out a really battered tiny note book from his pocket and wrote in it “what are you doing?”

Karl is 100% deaf and kind of mute. This I didn’t know at the time. But I later found out he would have to write down what he wanted to say in his note book and show it people. His speaking voice isn’t great, it’s just noise. He can lip read. Again, this I didn’t know so I took the book off him and wrote “I’m making piss balloons”. At this he nearly wet himself laughing at me.

Of course I didn’t know he could lip read. I just thought I would have to write in the book. He left and that was our first meeting. I became obsessed with him. How did he live his life like that? I started to follow him around and I bombarded him with questions. Over the next few weeks I started to realise he had two note books. A black one that had school stuff in and the red one, which he used when he was talking to his friends and me. I must have driven him crazy, asking him question after question and following him around every break time.

Of course I followed him into the toilets loads of times and I would stand back and let him do his thing if I didn’t need to go. I would sometimes sit in one of the cubicles on the toilet lid with the door open and wait for him, so it didn’t look weird that I was staring at the back of his head and trying to sneak a peak of his dick. But he caught me looking and my face must have gone red. Well as red as it can go.

He wrote in the red note book “where u trying 2 look at my dick??” I froze but I’m stupid and I just nodded and gave him my best biggest smile as if I was joking around with him. He pushed into the cubical and closed the door behind him. What the hell was happening? Was I going to get beaten up? We all wore the same uniform and he undid his tight black trousers and just dropped them to the floor and wrote “u have 1 minute to look then it’s going away”. I could feel my heart beating in my ears. That was one fucking amazing looking dick. Long and beefy. It’s as if whoever made him made up for his lack of hearing by giving him a really enormous dick. Like I said I’m stupid so rather than just look I held my hand out for it. He looked me in the eye and stepped forward. I held his dick in the palm of my hand and it was so warm and so beautiful. I reached forward and grabbed his now fully hard dick I pushed it greedily into my mouth. I later found out this was the first time he had ever done anything like this with a boy. He was quick to cum, and I swallowed it down like the good boy I’ve been taught to be.

This started a relationship that lasted the rest of our high school lives. Most days we would sneak off and meet near the toilets and I would gobble him down but in the last year of school it turned into full sex.

The trouble was he never knew how much noise he was making so it was so dangerous. The upper school boy’s toilets were near the office of the school nurse and the head of upper school. So loads of times I thought the door was going to get kicked in and I would be dragged away with my trousers still down and a trail of Karl’s jizz rolling down the back of my legs.

Did I mention I’m stupid? At a house party in the last few months of school I got incredibly drunk and high. I met a much older lad who I went into a bedroom with. And I was down sucking him off; I didn’t know one of the lads in my year knew him. He filmed it on his phone from the open doorway. The next week it was all around school. It, of course, got back to Karl. I had been stupid and been with loads of guys in the park toilets and other places behind his back but here was the proof.

He dumped me. He wrote me a letter that was so brutal that after I read it I ran to the top of our tower block and tried to open the window to jump out. But the building caretakers must know that idiots like me would try this and they have painted them all shut.

After school I didn’t see him again. Until last year, at a party, a female friend told me Karl was coming to it. I thought of leaving but I was a tiny bit drunk and I stayed. We ended up talking. And then later he walked/carried me home. We sat in the doorway to my block for hours until the sun came up, just talking. Yes, talking. He now has a phone type thing. He types into it and it speaks for him. He bought it with his first wages from the job he has. He does something with computers that is totally beyond my knowledge. We spoke about how at the time of our break up he hated being in a relationship and sharing me with other guys. But he then told me about a guy he had seen for a few months who had taken him to an orgy a few cities away from us. He fucked nine lads that night and loved it. But he had been quite high at the time.

We kissed and I went home and he walked to the other side of our estate to his home. We started to see each other as friends. And then a few weeks later I met him alone at my house. I was playing around with the sound of his phone and making it shout dirty things. I was running the battery down so he was trying to wrestle it off me. I kissed him. He kissed me back and then I just rolled over under him and rubbed my butt on his dick area.  He tore my jeans down. He pounded me so hard that day. All his anger for me just came out of his dick.

It was so excellent. I still see him from time to time and if I’m home alone or it’s just my little brother that is home we go into my bedroom and fuck like bunnies.

Catch you later. X

Nude in Public Places

For as long as I can remember I’ve enjoyed walking around in the nude. When I was a little boy whenever I was left alone in my room I would take my clothes off. I would lie on the bed and just be naked. I would stand by the window that looked out onto the main road. I never hid myself. 

When I became a teenager and was left alone in the house I’ve always taken my clothes off and walked around the house naked. I’ve slept naked for years now.

I was bought a robe one Christmas so I would hang it over the back of the sofa, so if I heard the front door open I could quickly put it on before my mum or my little brother came into the room and saw me sat there with my dick out.

When I became old enough to be trusted to look after my little brother by myself I never bothered to get fully dressed around him. I would just wear my underwear. Then he started to do the same if we knew mum was gone for long work shifts. That has remained the same ever since.

During the hot weather I like to walk around outside naked. Sadly since we moved from a house to an apartment we no longer have a garden. But the housing estate is surrounded on two sides by a large wooden area.

Down by the hospital is a large field and wooden area, during the day it’s full of many dog walkers. But at night the local gays do use a small area by a pond for hooking up. Also I use it for walking around naked in the middle of the night. I’ve never been great at sleeping at night and am much better at sleeping during the daytime. So I often go out and just walk about at night. 

Then I realised how easy it was to take my dick out and wander the local streets. I just undo my fly and let it poke out. Then of course I jerk off as I walk. But most times I just love the feel of my dick being outside of my pants and it feeling the cooler air. Cars drive passed me so fast even if they did see my dick they could never be sure that was what they really saw.

Last summer I went to the woods with my backpack I undressed and apart from my shoes I put them all into my bag. I was totally naked. I walked around the pathways with a massive boner, dripping precum down my legs as my dick slapped about against my legs. I then sat down in the mud and jerked off until I jizzed my heavy load all over my own body. I loved it.

Of course I’ve stripped naked with other guys outside when they are fucking me. The first time I was fully naked outside was the first time I was fucked in a car but I was much younger then and that’s a whole other story.

Catch you later.

Keeping it in the Family

Roughly two years ago I met an Asian guy in the toilets in the park. His name was Tariq and he was early twenties. He was stood at the wall pissing and I stood two steps away from him and he looked. Love it when they don’t care and just look. Not the side of the eye thing most guys do, but a full on look down at my dick.

Toilets always turn me on anyway so I was banging a semi around in my joggers and no underwear on the walk through the park. Nobody else around so I began to slowly rub my prick harder. He seemed to like the look of it and he became firm himself.

He stood back and walked into a cubical and left the door slightly open, I followed him in. We kissed and then he bent over to suck me off, he was good, his tongue fully worked my shaft and had me jizzing my load quickly, which he swallowed down. I thought that was the end of the fun but he turned me to face the wall and ran his fingers over my buttocks and into my crack. Rubbing my rosebud hole. He wiped his precum over his fingers and smeared it into my butthole.

Then he pushed his cock into me. Long and meaty, it filled my anal walls and pushed them out. I felt it fully rubbing in and out of my back passage. It was glorious. He fired a big load of cum deep into my asshole.

Months later I met another Asian guy in a toilets in a different park. Yes, I do go looking for toilets whenever I’m in another area. He was late teens, just a bit older then me and was called Toshan. We went to a wooded area at the back of the park, well hidden from the main paths and by the looks of all the used rubbers and ripped packs of lube; it was a well used fuck-hook place.

Toshan was fucking my asshole fast and rough and I loved it but it started to rain. Lashing it down. Toshan asked if we should stop and I told him to carry on. We were soaked. Afterwards I took his number and we met a few times after that, mostly in the same area. At the time I didn’t drive so Toshan would meet me at a bus stop and we would walk to a quiet area and he would roughly fuck me.

A year after our first meeting Toshan messaged me and wondered if I would be interested in meeting up with him and a friend of his. Of course I would. As if I was going to turn down a double dicking. Toshan met me at the bus stop again and we walked to a very run down house at the back of the poorer estate. He said it was his granddad’s house and he was looking after his granddad who had had a stroke. His granddad couldn’t get up the stairs anymore and Toshan was sleeping in a back bedroom. We went passed the door into the front room where his granddad was and by the looks of him half dead. He didn’t know anyone was there. We went up the stairs passing family photos and I thought I knew a couple of them from around the estate but I wasn’t sure.

Toshan messaged his mate to come over and we got on the bed. I had my joggers fully down around my ankles and was just sitting on the edge of the bed kissing Toshan when his phone rang to tell him his mate was at the front door. He left me and I took off my t-shirt and lay back. Toshan came back up and in walks Tariq. It took me a couple of minutes to remember him. But I asked if he remembered fucking me in the park toilets near our local shops. He said he did, but I’m not sure if he did or not.

They were both down on my cock sucking neither side and kissing each other over my cockhead when I worked it out. Tariq was the guy from the family photos. So since I’m such a big mouth I just asked them. “Are you related?” I asked.

They both looked at each other and “erm-ed” a bit and then Toshan said yes they were cousins.

My balls tightened so much when I heard that. Then they took turns in making me their bitch.

Tariq was slightly more bottom then Toshan so he was fucked as well. We lay on the bed with Tariq sucking my dick as he was taking it from behind by his cousin. They then double teamed me the same way. My holes were full of their jizz at the end of it all. Sadly it was then home time. I had to get back before I was missed from home.

I’ve seen Toshan a few times since in his granddad’s house. Only seem Tariq a couple of times more at the toilets in the park.

Catch you later.

Dick Addiction

Why am I so obsessed with dicks? I know loads of gay men like dicks. But Jesus I’m obsessed. Always has been that way for years. I just can’t stop thinking about them. I can’t stop touching my own.

I have to jerk off as soon as the thought hits me. I can be stood in a supermarket and I will have to go to the toilets and jizz one out. If I’m driving I will have to park up and jerk one out. Straight away, I get that tingle in my cock and I just have to jizz it out of me. I go crazy if I don’t.

I think about dicks a lot, you might think you think about them a lot. But it’s nothing compared to me. See if you do any of the following and see if you see this as a problem.

I can be sat on a bus and a guy or boy walks passed me and I have to check out his package.

That bulge and the idea of touching that bulge drives me loopy. I get so wet so quickly, that all I need is the tiniest bit of movement from my dick and I start dripping.

Then I start to move my dick about in my joggers or jeans.

When I was in high school I was daydreaming once and looking out of the window. I could see down into another classroom at a male teacher who took me for a different subject. I began to think about his dick. What it was like, how big it was fully hard? How did he fuck his wife? Had he ever tried it on with any of the kids? Would he ever fuck me over his desk? Would he rip my school uniform pants down and smack my ass before roughly ramming into me. Next thing I know my mate sat next to me is whispering “Dude you've got a stalk on”. And I did, a full raging boner.

I snapped back to the real world and my male mate and a girl the other side of me were both looking down at my throbbing bone. And because they were looking I couldn't do anything about it. My mate was straight but I wanted him inside me so badly and the girl was a female friend.

Their eyes staring down at my dick made it leak. I've never had a small dick. Thanks dad.

OK if this was a porno I would have got it out there and then and jerked off under the desk with them watching. But sorry this is real life. So it wasn't until the lunch break that they followed me to the trees at the edge of the school playing field and my female friend started to ask questions about how big I could get. I told her big dicks ran in the family. I glossed over how I knew how big dad’s cock was. My male mate told her to stop asking me dumb questions as it was weird, but I told her it was OK.

The bell rang and my male friend had to get to the other side of the campus so I stayed around with my female friend. Who was still bugging me about what had happened in class before.

So I just said “Do you want to see it, is that what you’re after?”

She said no, but then said OK get it out. We stood in the shade of the big trees and I undid my school uniform trousers. I pulled my cock out over my pants and stood showing her. I asked her if she was happy now. She was just stood there staring. I said “Oh for fucks sake touch it or I’m going in”.

She was facing me and then she wrapped her fingers around my dick and peeled back my foreskin. I was dripping wet. She rubbed it slowly. My balls were waiting to fire as I had done nothing about my bone during the lesson.  I told her I was going to cum, so she stopped jerking me.

Bitch, I thought, at least finish the job. So I took over and blasted out a river of jizz over one of the trees.

She asked me if I always came that much, I told her yeah I did pretty much.

I knew I was 100% gay but that was the first time I did anything with a girl. It wouldn’t be the last.

Let me know if you are the same when it comes to dicks. Ask me a question or let me know if you like my posts.

Catch you later.

Fucked at the Mall

Before Christmas I went to the mall. I swear it was a day when dick was the farthest thing from my mind. I had to do my shopping, as I was so behind. After I had my lunch in the food court I had to piss. I’d asked the girl behind the counter for a drink without ice but the moody cow give me ice anyway. This means it chilled straight down to my bladder.

I was stood at the urinals, minding my own business. Titting about on my mobile. I didn’t notice who was in there with me. It’s a long straight room so I had gone right down to the other end for my piss.

Then I noticed a shadow on the wall meaning someone was stood quite close to me.

I looked out of the corner of my eye and looked down at the guy’s dick. Force of habit.

He was a 6ft tall black guy with a massive semi hard slong in his hand. And he was rubbing that fuckstick. He meant business. And since I had been stood there quite a while with my dick out he must have thought I was looking for a cock.

So even when I’m not really looking for dick, dick finds me. Lucky me. I looked up the other end of the room; there were a few guys but far away from us.

I stood back to let him get a look at my own dick, which by now was getting harder and harder by the second. It doesn’t take much for me to bone up.

I moved towards one of the cubicles with an open door. The black guy shook his head and whispered I should follow him. For that dick of course I’m going to follow him.

We walked out of the mall and onto the multi-storey car park. We went up a few floors and then down the rows of cars until we were at a battered blue van. He unlocked the back doors and for a moment I was scared. What if he smacked me out and kidnapped me.
He was twice the size of me. He could do me some damage.

I stood back unsure, so he got inside and started to take his dick out again. So I followed him into the back of the van and closed the door behind me. The back windows were tatty two way mirrors.

We could see out but other people couldn’t see in.

I got down to start sucking off his dick but he pushed me away. He didn’t want to waste time getting his cock sucked. He pushed me face down and yanked down the back of my jeans.

I stuck my butt up into the air like the good little doggy boy I am. His face jammed roughly into my butthole. He was eating me out as if my rosebud hole was made of ice cream.

I was wet enough for his needs so he started to fuck me. Banging into me bare and fucking rock solid hard. It was a fucking huge prick and he didn’t care if I was getting any pleasure at all.

It was all about his needs.

Then the verbal abuse started, at first it was in a low voice calling me a dirty faggot. But it built up. Until he was fucking me and roaring in my ear what a scummy dirty vile little cunt I was. Made me so hard, I tried a couple of times to get my hand under me to jerk off but he held my hands over my hand.

I wasn’t going to be allowed to have any pleasure from this. It was all about him and his desires.

Quite right too. He was the man after all; I was just the dirty fuck toy faggot slut.

Moments later he was slamming into me. Harsh blows to my butt, the sound of our skin slapping together bounced off the metal walls of the van. Families walked passed the van windows, so close. Unaware of the brutal gay fuck fest that was happening within. They would be sickened and shocked to see a teenage boy so abused in such a public place. It turned me on so much. Seeing their faces pass the window. They will never know.

He came and filled my guts with his seed. He pulled out and pushed my body away, he was done.

I thanked him; he shot me a look of absolute disgust and didn’t say a word. I was beneath him.

I left the van and returned to the toilets to finger out the cum, taste it and jerk off.

Happy Christmas to me.

Catch you later.

Fucked by a Stranger

Mum sent me off to the supermarket this afternoon for a small amount of shopping. As soon as I got there I, of course, sat on the car park and opened Grindr on my phone. The supermarket is a huge building out of town so not many local houses, so I didn't think I would get lucky at that time of day.

I've had guys here before but that was way back at the start of last year and that was only because during the evening shifts there are guys who use the car park as a pick up place.

They normally drive off together. They don’t use the supermarket itself like I do.

I saw a guy was, kind of, local to me and start to hit on him. We chatted for five minutes and I told him it would be worth his while if he came down to the supermarket and met me in the toilets.

He said he could make it down there in half an hour. So I ran around the shop like a loony getting the shopping for mum and quickly put it into my car. Thank fuck there wasn't any frozen foods on the list she had given me.

I then went to the gents toilets and waited. Few minutes later I got a message from the guy telling me he was there. I told him I was in the end cubical. There was a knock on the door and I let him in.

Mid 30s, tall, longish blond hair tied back. Strong top body shape. Very nice.  

I stood up, he dwarfed me. I'm such a short ass. I do love guys that tower over me. Powerful men, I crave them. I need to be in their arms and under their power. They need to own me and my body.

He twisted me around facing away from him and started to rub my dick in my underwear. My jeans were undone but my dick was away. He was kissing my neck. If a guy does anything to my neck I'm his no matter who the fuck he is.

He pulled down the back of my jeans and pants. My dick still trapped in the underwear at the front. His dick was out and I could feel it was very hard. He was pressing me into the wall of the cubical. I held my arms up and grabbed the top of the wall. With the full of his hand he smacked my right butt cheek. The pain, shock and the pleasure hit me deep down in my soul. Yes, I liked this one.

His dick was up and inside me before I knew what he was doing. It filled me. I’d be able to quickly look back a couple of times to see what was on offer. Damn it was meaty. Long fat fucking pole.

I felt it deep inside me and then the slamming started. Thank fuck the toilets were empty because he pounded me. A few of the hits slammed me against the wall so hard all the air in my body escaped and I became a bit light headed. Pound after pound. He was angry at my butthole for some reason and I loved it. 

I've been raped once before and that is a story for another time, but this was as near brutal as it will ever get without it being real rape.

A few moments later he came. Firing deep inside my hole.

And it was then a quick escape, he exited me, wiped himself with toilet paper and then pissed into the bowl beside us. Such a waste of piss.

Then he was gone. Leaving me to finger out the jizz, swallow it down and jerk off until I fired a load up the side wall. Beautiful.

Now as always after I've written up one of these events I need to bust my balls again.
Hope you do the same.
Catch you later.

Outside Jerking

I had to jerk off so bad today. I was driving down the back streets, it was still kinda dark and I just needed to get my cock out. I putted up and undid the buttons on my jeans and got it out. But there were lights in some of the back bedrooms of the houses nearby. So I drove on a bit further, with my dick still out getting harder and harder.

Wetting the bottom of my t-shirt and jumper with precum. I had to stop soon and find a place and tug on my dick or I would go crazy. I had to shoot a load. Just to feel that cream belt out of my cock and spray something.

I parked up down the back of the shops on our estate. Only the newsagent down the other end was open. The others still shut, it being a Sunday morning. I putted my coat over my exposed cock and walked calmly to behind the big bins. I had to play with myself. I had to fire. I had to do it here. It needed it to be public and seedy and in such a vile dirty place.

I made sure I wasn’t overlooked and then undid my belt and lowered my jeans to my knees. Middle of winter and I’m jerking off behind bins on a shitty estate. Beautiful. The cold bite of winter hit my buttocks and the tiny hairs on my legs rose to the feel of the bitter string of winter.

I was rock hard. Dripping a flow of precum now. I knew it wouldn’t take me long to jizz a load out. I know that after the build up in my head it doesn’t take me long for my balls to explode.

I came such a heavy load, hitting the side of the bin and dripping down it. I’m so stupid, I should have cupped it into my hand and licked it up. But that treat was gone.

I pulled my jeans back up over my phat butt and I got back into my car. Writing this makes me want to jerk off again. So I’m off to do just that. I’m sat on the toilet with my laptop across my lap and my dick is hard and wetting the bottom of my laptop with precum again. 
Catch you later. 

Just Jamie

Can it truly be called abuse if you were into it at the time? My head doctor said it would be helpful if I wrote it all down. Day by day. Doubt I’ll be able to keep that up but I’ll try. 
Just pour it all out of me. Under a fake name of course. All the names will be fake. Can’t have my real friends and family knowing what an utter slut I am. Some know.

Some of them even help. But I can’t let mum know I’m doing this. She has a hatred of me going online as it is. She thinks I’ll meet another guy who will abuse me. I think even worse she thinks I’ll manage to find my dad. I don’t want to go into that in detail yet.

Doctor Doug says I put myself at too much risk as it is. My life, my body.