Archive | April, 2011

My Sister’s Husband ( Part 4 )

30 Apr

My wish had come true.  I moved down, between his thick, hairy legs and gently pulled the rubber from his cock, which slapped back on his waist.  Tom’s cock felt warm and hard.  I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take it all in my mouth.  I licked the tip of it, back and forth, and then put the head inside my mouth.  As I sucked the head, I darted my tongue back and forth over the tip.  Tom moaned and began to gyrate his hips.  His cock had a pungent, salty taste, and I continued to tease his dick head with my tongue while I played with his hot balls.  Tom spread his legs apart and began to get into my hot sucking.  I began to inch more and more of his long cock into my mouth, moving my soft lips up and down on his shaft.  His cock was like a big lollipop, wet and glistening with my saliva.  I placed my hand on the base of his shaft and slowly moved it up and down along the shaft in unison with my mouth.  His sighs of pleasure increased, and he began to breathe heavy.  “Yeah, you know how. . .” he murmured, as he thrust his hips side by side while I sucked him.  I ran my other hand over his hairy chest, and played with his hard nipples while I sucked.  He placed his hands on my head and massaged my scalp with his fingers as I bobbed up and down on his massive cock.  I was in complete control of his cock.  I increased my grip as I pumped his shaft up and down with my hand.  My mouth rested on my hand as I sucked his cock, simulating a deep, tight hole.  I worked my way up from the base to the very tip and back down, so that his entire cock was stimulated.  Tom’s eyes were closed and he rolled his head side by side on his pillow while he thrust his hips up and down at me.  After awhile, I was able to put his whole cock down my throat without choking on its immense size.

“Get up, I want to do it this way,” Tom said, lifting my head off his cock.  “You sit up like I was.  Prop your back up against the headboard with the pillow.”  I did so, and Tom got back on the bed.  On his knees, Tom reached down and removed the rubber from my swollen cock and moved his waist in front of my face.  His cock was glistening with my saliva, and it stuck straight out in my face, brushing against my cheeks.  Tom placed his knees in my armpits, and pushed his cock slowly down my throat.  I cupped his tight ass cheeks, and felt his wiry ass hair.  My cock was raging hard, and ached to cum.  I began to jack my cock off with Tom’s hot cock shoved down my throat.  Tom placed both of his hands on the wall behind the headboard and began to fuck my face with a slow even tempo.  I swallowed his throbbing member all the way. While Tom fucked my mouth, I continued to jack off, bringing myself to an explosive climax.  My body shuddered as I shot my sperm out all over my chest.  Tom’s cock began to bulge up and I knew he was going to shoot his cum at any moment, too.  Tom began to thrust in and out faster, each time shoving the cock all the way down my throat.  His cock hairs rubbed against my lips, all I could see was his hairy waist.  I could smell Tom’s pungent man scent as he pumped his cock into my face and mouth. His legs and back were sweaty and his big balls slapped against my chin with each thrust.  With one hand, I reached for his balls and gently squeezed and cupped them from underneath.  With that, Tom let out a deep groan and whispered, “Oh, yeah. . . I’m gonna cum.”  Tom shuddered as he shot wad after wad of semen down my throat.  His cum tasted thick and salty.  I eagerly swallowed each spurt of his cum.  Tom continued to thrust his dick in my mouth until it became flaccid.  Our bodies spent, Tom and I laid in bed quietly, regaining our breath.  

Tom reached for his coffee cup on the night stand and took a sip. “Cold.  Come on, let’s get some coffee and have a smoke on the back porch.”  Tom got up and went to his dresser drawer.  He sifted through a pile of debris and produced a small cloth pouch. “You smoke weed?” he asked, continuing to search for something else in the drawer.  “Yeah, when I can get it,” I answered, with interest.  I didn’t know Tom liked marijuana, and I’d never seen him use it.  It was quite a surprise.  “Nancy and I smoke it once in a while when we want to kick back. We’ve had some hot times when we were high.”  I began to get excited again, wondering what plans he had next for me.  Tom found a pack of zigzag papers, and closed the drawer.  He picked up his shorts and put them on. “Let’s get that coffee,” he said, and we left his bedroom.  On the way to the kitchen, I put on my gym shorts and a T-shirt.

When I got to the kitchen, Tom had poured a cup of coffee for me and left it on the counter.  Tom was outside, sitting on the back porch steps rolling the joint when I stepped out.  It was going to be a beautiful, warm day I thought, as I glanced across the expansive yard.  My eyes looked down at Tom sitting on the steps, naked except for his shorts.  I scanned over his tanned and hairy body.  His hot box hung down between his legs.  He was the hottest man I’d ever seen and I just had his hot semen in my mouth.  The warm morning sun shined on his beautiful skin making it glisten.  I sat down next to him and sipped my coffee.  Tom wet the paper with his lips and rolled the joint tight.  He lit it, and took a deep drag and passed it to me.  I inhaled the pungent smoke and noticed it was very strong and of top quality. I knew it would hit me fast, and I waited for the smoke to take effect.  “This is good shit.  Couple of hits and you’re fucked up,” Tom said, exhaling smoke between words.  I tried to imagine what my sister was like when she was high and smiled to myself. “Got to mow the lawn again,” Tom said as he surveyed the yard. Tom looked at me and smiled and asked: “You okay?”  “Yeah, just thinking to myself,” I replied looking into his blue eyes.  “You thinking about what we did?” Tom asked, groping his box.  “You want more?” he continued, pulling his cock out of his shorts.  I knew we were both high and Tom’s cock was big and hard.  “Let’s go back in” I said, touching his dick with my fingers.  “Sounds good to me!” Tom replied, stuffing his cock back into his shorts.  We got up and went inside.  Tom led me to his bedroom again.  He went over to one of the night stands and opened a drawer.  He retrieved a large silver ring and a tube and said:  “Let’s go upstairs, to the attic room.” 

My Sister’s Husband ( Part 3 )

29 Apr

Realizing I was still in my towel, I got up and went to my bedroom to get dressed.  On the way, I noticed Tom was sitting up in his bed, smoking a cigarette, and he seemed to be engrossed in thought.  He glanced at me as I passed by.  A few minutes later he called to me asking: “You got any cigarettes?  I’m all out.” I found my pack of Marlboro Lights and took it to him.  

As I walked toward the bed, I stepped on something lying on the rug.  It stuck to my foot.  I reached down and turned my leg around to examine it.  I had stepped on a sticky rubber!  “What the fuck” I said, peeling it off my foot.  Tom looked at it and grinned.  “AHHH. . . that’s mine, sorry.”  Tom said, apologetically.  I noticed a pack of Trojans on the night table next to him, the ribbed kind.  Tom reached out for the pack of cigarettes which I handed it to him.  “You use these?” I asked innocently, smiling at him.  “Don’t wanna make a mistake now and get kids being unemployed do I?” He replied, lighting up a cigarette.  “Here, sit down, before that towel falls off,” he said, moving over on the bed while grinning.  I looked down at the towel, and noticed I had a raging hard on making a tent in the towel.  “You ever use them?” he asked. I felt a tingling feeling in my balls when he asked that.  He knew I was turned on, and I wondered  what he was thinking.  “Never used one,” I answered, looking at the sticky rubber in my hand.  I noticed the rubber contained a good portion of creamy white cum.  Without thinking, I began to rub the rubber between my fingers.  “You like playing with that?” He asked softly.  “You never put one on?” He continued, as he gently reached over to take it from my hand. “No, never have.  Never thought of using one,” I replied looking at him.  “Go ahead, try one. They go on easy when you’re hard.” He took one of the rubbers out of the pack and handed the pack of rubbers to me.  “Just open it up and slip it over your dick, like this.”  Tom slowly pulled the blanket down over his waist, exposing his massive, swollen hard on.  His cock must have been at least ten inches long.  The head looked like a big mushroom on top of a long, heavily veined shaft.   His black pubic hair was short and wiry.  His balls were big, and tight.  I could see his tan line, for his pubic skin area was a creamy white.  He slipped the sheath over the bulbous head and pushed it down his shaft to the base.  I almost came when I saw him do this, but I decided to proceed with caution, as I still wasn’t sure Tom wanted what I wanted.  I could smell his musty, masculine morning smell as I sat with him on the same bed that, only a few hours before, was the scene of his intense lovemaking.

I removed my towel and slipped the rubber over my swollen cock head.  I felt the ridges on the outside of the rubber as I pulled it down the shaft.  “What are these bumps for?” I asked, curiously, while looking at the rubber over my cock.  “They’re good for lovemaking.  Makes the woman sensitive and brings her to orgasm,” he replied, speaking softly.  I looked at him, and he was staring at me.  He held his hard cock straight up with both hands.  I stared at his massive penis and glanced into his eyes. “Wanna get off? Looks like we’re both ready to explode.  Do you want to, with me?” He asked looking into my eyes, speaking gently.  “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to for hours now,” I replied, squeezing my dick head.  “You ever fucked around with a guy before?” Tom asked, running his hand over his hard cock.  “Yeah, many times.”  I like to. I said, moving closer to him.  Tom grinned and said: “I’ve been with a couple of guys.  I’m open-minded.”  He sat up and pulled the blankets off the bed.  “Would you like to suck on my dick?”  I reached over and felt his hot pole.  I massaged it up and down, while rubbing his big balls with my other hand.  Tom murmured: “Yeah, like that. . .”

My Sister’s Husband ( Part 2 )

28 Apr

The next morning, Mom had to catch an early morning train to go visit an old, ailing friend in another town for a week.  Nancy offered to give her a ride to the train station while on her way to classes.  They got up early, making a commotion in the kitchen, which woke me.  I laid in bed and listened to them gather up their things, and I heard the front door close as they left.  

Tom and I were alone in the house, and my sister wouldn’t be home until 6 or 7 that evening.  This would be the first time Tom and I would be alone together.

My cock began to stir as I laid in bed imagining Tom coming into my room, nude, smelling of dried cum and love sweat from the night before, holding a raging hard on and waving it at me with a nasty, sexy smile.  Tom was lying asleep, nude, only a few feet away from me.  He was so close, and yet I could not have him.  He was straight and married to my sister.  It frustrated me.  I wanted to feel his hairy chest rubbing on mine, his tight muscular body, his hard ass, and that hot power tool he used so well.  I realized I was torturing myself, and I decided to get up and use the bathroom, which was at the end of the hallway.

I slipped on my gym shorts and opened the door.  I noticed that my sister had left her bedroom door slightly ajar, exposing Tom asleep in their bed. His head was buried under a pillow, and the rest of his body was covered by blankets except for a strong, hairy, muscular leg that was exposed.  He was snoring softly.  My heart jumped at the sight of seeing Tom in bed.  My thoughts went back to the night before, and I tried to picture Tom fucking, grinding that dick of his in and out of my sister’s cunt, while the head-board slapped against the wall making that peculiar sawing sound.  He must have been fucking my sister very hard to make it do that, as I noticed the bed had plenty of clearance from the wall.  I began to realize I had gotten my cock hard, and it was bulging in my gym shorts.

After using the toilet, I decided to take a shower and get dressed.  As I showered, my thoughts went to Tom once again.  I tried to figure out a way to get him interested in sharing his cock with me.  Just thinking about him made me hot and horny again.  I stood in front of the full length mirror and surveyed my body as I dried myself off with the towel.  I admired my blonde hair, wet and combed back from my face, exposing my high cheek bones that were rosy colored from the heat of the shower; my moist strawberry red lips; my white teeth glistened as I smiled, revealing smile dimples in my cheeks; my smooth creamy white skin was soft to the touch; my hard cock, swollen and sticking straight up, was generous in size; my firm and slender hairless body was in perfect shape. I turned around and glanced at my shapely ass.  It was great to be young and beautiful!  With a towel wrapped around my waist, I emerged from the bathroom and made my way to the kitchen, glancing in at Tom on the way, who was still fast asleep.  I prepared coffee, and soon the smell of the coffee filled the room, and I sat down at the table and became engrossed in reading the morning paper.

About half an hour later, I heard a rustling sound, and the sound of footsteps.  It was Tom getting up.  He walked into the kitchen yawning and scratching his head.  His hair messed up, wearing a pair of navy blue shorts, that revealed a sizable box.  He looked tired, and rightly so!  “You’re up early,” he said, squinting at the clock over the refrigerator.  “The women woke me up,” I said, smiling, as my eyes returned to the paper.  “They’ve left.  Mom is probably on her way by now,” Tom said, as he poured himself a cup of coffee.  Tom took the cup and made his way to the bathroom and closed the door.  A little while later I heard him go into his room. 

My Sister’s Husband ( Part 1 )

27 Apr

One summer, while enjoying my summer break from junior college and still living at home at my mother’s house, my sister Nancy and her husband Tom moved in with us.  Tom was laid off from his job at the canning factory, and my sister was a full-time college student.  They were broke, and had to stay in our large five bedroom family home until Tom found another steady job.

I was excited about having other people around the house to help my mother and me out with the chores.  The house was too big for the two of us to keep up, and the grounds (3 acres) constantly required attention.  My mother would not give up the house after my father died, vowing to keep it as the family home for future generations.  Nancy, during her free time, was wonderful to Mom. She helped Mom with her flower garden and took her shopping and to the hairdresser every week.  They handled the household chores, such as cooking and cleaning.  Tom helped me out with the upkeep of the grounds, vegetable garden, and routine household maintenance.  Tom was a great mechanic, and he knew a lot about cars.  He performed routine checkups on the cars and fixed our crummy old lawn mower several times.

I never mentioned my being gay to any of them.  I knew Mom wanted to have grandchildren and I was hoping Nancy and Tom would have children so that Mom would be able to handle the shock better when I decided to tell her about myself.  I never brought my gay friends around the house, and when asked about girls, I would say that I haven’t met the “right one” yet.  This strategy worked well, and no one seemed concerned.

My sister Nancy was a tall, slender, blue-eyed blonde.  She was 33 and very attractive.  Her long, shoulder length hair was straight as straw and shined in the sunlight.  She was very pleasant and had a great sense of humor. Tom was 28, tall, slender, and had a muscular build.  He had dark brown hair and a mustache, and was quite hairy.  He had a marvelous golden tan. His deep blue eyes twinkled and he had a sexy smile.  He was very handsome.  He had a friendly demeanor and was a hard worker, never complaining, no matter how tired he would get.  He managed to keep a positive attitude during his job search, handling rejections well.  They both were a striking couple.  They moved into the bedroom opposite from mine on the first floor, giving Mom complete privacy on the second floor.  I often admired Tom as he helped me with yard work.  He would strip off his shirt while working in the sun and expose his beautiful hairy chest.  It would drive me wild watching him work in his tight 501’s without his shirt, and I often had to control my staring.

Late one night, I was awakened by a peculiar sawing sound.  I got up and quietly opened my bedroom door.  The sawing sound was louder there in the hallway. I saw light coming from under Tom and Nancy’s door, and the sound seemed to be coming from their bedroom.  I stood in the hallway and listened.  Nancy whimpered and made sighing sounds while Tom groaned softly as he kissed her.  The sawing sound seemed to become more intense, and, as it did, Nancy’s whimpering progressed into a steady pant.  As I listened to their lovemaking, I imagined Tom on top, fucking my sister’s cunt with his hard cock, rubbing that hairy chest over her tits.  Suddenly, I heard Nancy make a high-pitched cry – and the sawing sound – Tom’s steady fucking rhythm – increased in intensity, and he let out a loud, deep groan.  Then it was quiet. I quietly tip toed back into my bedroom and closed the door.  My cock was rock hard, and I got into bed and jacked off thinking about Tom’s rampant fucking.  I jacked off several times before falling asleep.

Thank You

26 Apr

I would like to thank you all  for taking time to come and check on me here in my blog. I know that I am a beginner blogger, but everything starts from zero. So, and to make it easy for me, I will be posting love stories hoping that you will find it interesting to read and get attached to it with time.

Thank you in advance for your caring, it means a lot to me.


Quote Of The Month: Leonard Matlovich

21 Apr

When I was in the military they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one.

Which Bed Do You Prefer?

20 Apr

9 Things I Hate About Everyone

20 Apr

1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time!!! I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?

2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the tv remote because they refuse to walk to the tv and change the channel manually.

3. When people say “Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too”. Damn right! What good is cake if you can’t eat it?

4. When people say “it’s always the last place you look”. Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you’ve found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their asses!

5. When people say while watching a film “did you see that?”. No Loser, I paid L.L. 10,000 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.

6. People who ask ” Can I ask you a question? ” !!! Didn’t really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?

7. When something is new and improved! Which is it? If it’s new, then there has never been anything before it. If it’s an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn’t be new.

8. When people say ” life is short “. What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that’s longer?

9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks ” Has the bus come yet? “. If the bus came would I be standing here, dumbass?

World Food Flags‏

19 Apr

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Creative Custom Designed Sneakers

18 Apr

Daniel Reese or how he calls himself “ Sneaker Freaker ” is 21 years old designer of these unusual and unique sneakers. He is taking plain Nike Shoes and turning them into playful part of your outfit. The themes that he is using are web, video games, music, movies, comics and many other pop culture designs.

If you want to own one of these sneakers or any other with custom made designs, you can order them from his web shop. One pair of these shoes will cost you about $260 and usually Daniel need 4-6 weeks to make them.

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