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.

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

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.  

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

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.

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.