4-30-12 Monday

Just a quick note to tell you I sucked three great cocks today and got fucked long and hard by the last fat one.

More details and pictures to be posted

Traveling

Been Gone Doing Some Traveling

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Hank

Hank grabbed me again by me hair and jerked me away, yelling out, "I didn't say you could
suck on my cock yet! You're not done cleaning me up! You get down there and
clean up my asshole, NOW! You fucking butt muncher!"

I had done some things to Hank that just a few weeks ago I would never even have considered doing
to anyone, but I had never thought about licking anyone's asshole, even Hanks. I had some apprehension about licking his asshole.

Hank then rolled onto his side and lifted up his leg high into the air. With him still holding securely onto my hair, he pushed my face right up against his sweaty asshole.

His butt was amazing, it was completely cover in dark hair and his butt hole was a very dark pink color. The smell was intense but not foul. I took a few seconds to take in the smell and then I stuck out my tongue and aimed it right straight for his puckered hole. It was so smooth and soft; the taste was not too bad.

I licked it till it was completely wet with my spit. I rubbed my face against his hole as I licked it. His furry butt felt so good to me. Hank kept holding my head down against his butt.

"This is what you fags like isn't it, Sucking on dirty assholes!" Hank said rubbing my face harder against his moist soft hole.

I tried several times to push my tongue up into his ass, but his hole was closed too tight. I tried as hard
as I could to get him to open his hole, but he never once let my tongue reach the insides of his hole.

After several minutes of Hank pressing my face into his butt as I sucked on it, he finally let me come up for air.

 "You did a really good job at that, now you can have what you really want, cock sucker!"  Hank said as he pushed my face into his groin. His uncut cock was already rock hard. I took my hand and pried his stiff cock away from his hairy belly and aimed it for my cock hungry mouth. It already tasted so good.

The inside of his foreskin was full of pre-cum. I pushed my tongue under the foreskin and licked out all of the pre-cum I could find. There was so much, it was almost like he had already came inside of it. Inside I flicked my tongue around until I found his piss hole. As fast as I licked off the pre-cum coming out of it, the more that followed. It tasted so sweet and salty; I couldn't get enough of it. Hank then pushed my head down harder. His cock started to slid down into my throat. He kept pushing my head down so that his rigid cock would slide further into my throat. I didn't know if I could take it, his cock was totally filling up my throat.

It was very trying not to let his big cock chock me. I wanted to please Hank and take it all the way down. He then told me, "Come on queer boy, anyone can lick a cock, only real cock suckers can
take it down the throat!"

I guess I was now a real cock sucker!

Thought Provoking Porn for today

My posting today is of some strange stuff that I hope invokes your imagination.

Maybe you will try it and see if it is fun or not.

I am always willing to try something new. With the right man at the right time in the right place could be fun.

Rest Area Piss

The Interstate went on mile after uneventful mile, a perfect ribbon of black cutting into the early darkness before me.

The trip home after a weekend at the baths seemed to take forever. I got a late start thanks to a Hot Puerto Rican with a huge uncut cock who wanted to give a good bye fuck. (Thant’s another story)

If I paid attention to the road and my surroundings, I would go mad with boredom. In the cool comfort of the truck I let my mind wander to all the excitement of the weekend. - Friday night, all day Saturday, Saturday and on until mid afternoon on Sunday.

I had a raging hard-on and my hand would occasionally wander to it and give it a tug and a good hard squeeze.

Damn it had been a good weekend at the bath house.

I pasted a sign that said there was a rest area in five miles and I really needed it. When I got to it I took the rest area exit and pulled into one of the older style rest areas.

I wasn’t expecting any action to going on, now that the cops patrol the rest areas 24/7.

I got out of my truck, locked it and headed toward the men's room.
As I pushed open the door, I entered into a dimly light well used, dirty smelling Men’s Room.
All of the urinals were full so I walked to the last of three stalls with an open door and entered. As I did I noticed a glory hole in the wall leading into the next stall.

I couldn’t believe there were still rest area Men’s Rooms with glory holes.

I leaned down a bit to look at the stall's occupant and saw his hand, wet with cum, slowly working over his semi-flaccid wet dick.

He must have seen me looking through the glory hole because he reached out and ran his finger around the edge of the hole. An invitation if ever I saw one.

I dropped my shorts and shoved my semi hard dick through the hole. The guy was instantly on his knees, rubbing my dick around his face, which I could feel was wet.

I assumed it was with other travelers' cum.

He soon tired of this sport and started licking the underside of my cock. I wanted him to suck on my balls as well, the hole was big enough for my big low hanging balls to fit into it along with my dick. I pushed my balls through the glory and guy on the other side of wall began to lick the sweat off of them.

The guy on the other side of the glory hole finally opened his mouth and began sucking my dick in earnest. It felt great, but I still had a burning need to fulfill.

I had to Piss,,,

I took a deep breath and let loose with just a small stream of piss. The guy swallowed and removed my dick from his mouth just long enough for a single word to work its way up from deep within him, "More," he said before shoving my cock back in his mouth.

I let loose with a slow steady stream of golden liquid which the piss pig in the other stall greedily drank.

I continued to piss and I slowly pulled my cock back through the hole in the wall.

The guy was freaking, he didn't want to miss a drop of my piss and tried to hold onto my cock with his mouth.
I pulled my semi hard cock completely from his lips and watched the yellow stream arch into his open mouth. I watched his mouth through the glory hole fill repeatedly with my piss, then it would close slightly as he opened his throat and swallowed. He loved it, every drop of it and so did I. My bladder had really been full; he must have drank at least a quart of my piss.

I had a couple of beers at the bath house before leaving while the Puerto Rican fucked the hell out of me.
My Piss stream began to waiver and wane and I moved my cock back up to the glory hole and his waiting lips. Finally the golden stream stopped flowing; he licked the end of my cock with relish, kissing the head and trying to ram his tongue up my piss hole dugging for the last drop.

Then he started to move back away from the glory hole in the wall. I let loose with the small amount of piss I had been saving and, from the sounds I heard from the next stall, I got him right across the face with it.

"Not so fast cock sucker, you need to wash it down with my cum."

 He stayed on his knees and sucked my cock back into his hungry mouth. Taking it all the way until his head was hitting up against the stall wall.

He nibbled at the underside, ran his tongue around and around the head. Then he worked his mouth up and down my shaft, turning his head left and right, slobbering over my cock like a real pro.

Sooner than I expected I could feel the cum in my balls making its way up the shaft of my cock.

I jerked it from his mouth, rapidly stroking it with one hand and pulled on my balls with the other as I shot load after load of hot cum into his waiting mouth.

After five or six massive spurts I shoved my dripping cock back through the glory hole and into his mouth, letting him suck the rest of the cum out of me.

He kept at it until my cock shrank down to a limp hunk of flesh.

I finally eased it from his lips and sat down on the toilet.

I knew I always have to piss soon after cumming and didn't want to have to stop at the next rest area so I waited for the need to overtake me again.

By looking at his feet I could tell that my new friend in the next stall was sitting down too.

I listened closely and could hear other guys pissing at the urinals.

Nothing makes you have to go like the sound of others men pissing away. I could feel the urge beginning in me. A minute or two more and I would be ready to piss a decent load again.
While I was waiting for my piss to build again, I heard dribbling sounds coming from the stall next to mine.

I leaned over to the glory hole to take a look. The guy in the next stall that I had fed my piss and cum looked to be in his early twenties. He was pissing, but his dick wasn't aimed into the toilet bowl, but rather straight up . He was totally nude and his piss was hitting him in the chest, running down his stomach in golden rivulets, and dripping off his crotch to dribble into the toilet bowl.

He must have noticed me at the hole, because he looked up at me, mouthed the words, "Thank you buddy," ran his tongue around his lips, and then leaning his head down, began to piss into his own mouth.

God, what a sight. My dick was a steel bar again as I pounded it with my fist and watched this guy chow down on his golden fluids. After ten seconds or so, he leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and empties the rest of his bladder onto his chest and stomach.

What a show this young guy gave.

A few seconds later I noticed a tongue sticking back through the glory hole.

I stood up and eased my throbbing cock back into that now familiar mouth which I quickly filled again with another load of my piss

I was about half way through my piss when I felt my balls begin to draw up. The faggot on the other side of the wall being my human urinal had been massaging the underside of my cock with his tongue while I fed him my piss.

My cock had gotten rock hard now while I was still pissing and it was ready to erupt into his mouth.

My body tensed as I began shooting massive squirts of cum along with my piss into the eager mouth willing to take any fluid I fed him from my cock.

Finally the cum and piss stopped flowing from my cock.

I dropped to my knees and shoved my tongue through the hole and into the cock suckers mouth. He used his tongue to push forward the cum and piss he had not yet swallowed and I lapped it up and swallowed it down. I then began licking around his lips tasting the tangy piss that still coated his face.

Finished, I stood up, pulled up my shorts and began to exit the stall.

More to follow ....

PETER PUFFER

COME ON PETER PUFFER....

CRAWL ON OVER HERE.....

YOU CAN START WITH OUR BOOTS AND MOVE UP TO OUR ASSES......

WHEN THAT TONGUE GETS GOOD AND DRY FROM ALL THAT LICKING WE'RE GONNA WET IT REAL GOOD WITH SOME HOT PISS...

THEN YOU CAN START LICKIN AGAIN.....

YOUR MOUTH IS GONNA BE A SEWER TODAY BOY......

HELL MAYBE EVEN A FUCKIN FULL SERVICE TOILET.

 

Penis Overlaod

Had to sure this one with you.

Found it on another Blog I follow

http://morphedmen.blogspot.com

Christ

Here are a few interesting pictures I found of Christ on the internet.
None if them are posted in a negative way.
My posting is just to share how some men view the Christ our Lord who died for us.
All pictures have been downloaded from varies sites on the internet.

 

The Anatomical And Physiological Details Of Death By Crucifixion

Jesus was now crucified. 


Crucifixion is the most painful torture ever invented, and is the origin of the word "Excruciating".


Here are a few facts about Crucifixion...

1.            Crucifixion was invented by the Persians in 300 BC, and perfected by the Romans in 100 BC.

2.            It is the most painful death ever invented by man and is where we get our term "excruciating."

3.            It was reserved primarily for the most vicious of male criminals.

4.            Jesus refused the anaesthetic wine which was offered to Him by the Roman soldiers because of His promise in Matthew 26: 29, "But I say to you, I will not drink of this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in My Father's kingdom."

5.            Jesus was stripped naked and His clothing divided by the Roman guards. This was in fulfilment of Psalm 22:18, "They divide My garments among them, and for My clothing they cast lots."

6.            The Crucifixion of Jesus guaranteed a horrific, slow, painful death.

7.            Having been nailed the Cross, Jesus now had an impossible anatomical position to maintain.

8.            Jesus' knees were flexed at about 45 degrees, and He was forced to bear His weight with the muscles of His thigh, which is not an anatomical position which is possible to maintain for more than a few minutes without severe cramp in the muscles of the thigh and calf.

9.            Jesus' weight was borne on His feet, with nails driven through them.

10.         As the strength of the muscles of Jesus' lower limbs tired, the weight of His body had to be transferred to His wrists, His arms, and His shoulders.

11.         Within a few minutes of being placed on the Cross, Jesus' shoulders were dislocated.

12.         Minutes later Jesus' elbows and wrists became dislocated.

13.         The result of these upper limb dislocations is that His arms were 9 inches longer than normal, as clearly shown on the Shroud.

14.         In addition prophecy was fulfilled in Psalm 22:14, "I am poured out like water, and all My bones are out of joint."

15.         After Jesus' wrists, elbows, and shoulders were dislocated, the weight of His body on his upper limbs caused traction forces on the Pectoralis Major muscles of His chest wall.

16.         These traction forces caused His rib cage to be pulled upwards and outwards, in a most unnatural state. His chest wall was permanently in a position of maximal respiratory inspiration. In order to exhale, Jesus was physiologically required to force His body.

17.         In order to breathe out, Jesus had to push down on the nails in His feet to raise His body, and allow His rib cage to move downwards and inwards to expire air from His lungs.

18.         His lungs were in a resting position of constant maximum inspiration.  

19.         Crucifixion is a medical catastrophe.

20.         The problem was that Jesus could not easily push down on the nails in His feet because the muscles of His legs, bent at 45 degrees, were extremely fatigued, in severe cramp, and in an anatomically compromised position.

21.         Unlike all Hollywood movies about the Crucifixion, the victim was extremely active.

22.         The crucified victim was physiologically forced to move up and down the cross, a distance of about 12 inches, in order to breathe.

23.         The process of respiration caused excruciating pain, mixed with the absolute terror of asphyxiation.

24.         As the six hours of the Crucifixion wore on, Jesus was less and less able to bear His weight on His legs, as His thigh and calf muscles became increasingly exhausted.

25.         There was increasing dislocation of His wrists, elbows and shoulders, and further elevation of His chest wall, making His breathing more and more difficult

26.         Within minutes of crucifixion Jesus became severely dyspnoeic (short of breath).

27.         His movements up and down the Cross to breathe caused excruciating pain in His wrist, His feet, and His dislocated elbows and shoulders. 

28.         The movements became less frequent as Jesus became increasingly exhausted, but the terror of imminent death by asphyxiation forced Him to continue in His efforts to breathe.

29.         Jesus' lower limb muscles developed excruciating cramp from the effort of pushing down on His legs, to raise His body, so that He could breathe out, in their anatomically compromised position.

30.         The pain from His two shattered median nerves in His wrists exploded with every movement.

31.         Jesus was covered in blood and sweat.

32.         The blood was a result of the Scourging that nearly killed Him, and the sweat as a result of His violent involuntary attempts to effort to expire air from His lungs.

33.         Throughout all this He was completely naked, and the leaders of the Jews, the crowds, and the thieves on both sides of Him were jeering, swearing and laughing at Him.

34.         In addition, Jesus' own mother was watching.

 

35.         Physiologically, Jesus' body was undergoing a series of catastrophic and terminal events.

36.         Because Jesus could not maintain adequate ventilation of His lungs, He was now in a state of hypoventilation (inadequate ventilation).

37.         His blood oxygen level began to fall, and He developed Hypoxia (low blood oxygen).

38.         In addition, because of His restricted respiratory movements, His blood carbon dioxide (CO₂) level began to rise, a condition known as Hypercapnia.

39.         This rising CO₂ level stimulated His heart to beat faster in order to increase the delivery of oxygen, and the removal of CO₂

40.         The Respiratory Centre in Jesus' brain sent urgent messages to his lungs to breathe faster, and Jesus began to pant.

41.         Jesus' physiological reflexes demanded that He took deeper breaths, and He involuntarily moved up and down the Cross much faster, despite the excruciating pain.

42.         The agonising movements spontaneously started several times a minute, to the delight of the crowd who jeered Him, the Roman soldiers, and the Sanhedrin.

43.         However, due to the nailing of Jesus to the Cross and His increasing exhaustion, He was unable to provide more oxygen to His oxygen starved body.

44.         The twin forces of Hypoxia (too little oxygen) and Hypercapnia (too much CO₂) caused His heart to beat faster and faster, and Jesus developed Tachycardia.

45.         Jesus' heart beat faster and faster, and His pulse rate was probably about 220 beats/ minute, the maximum normally sustainable.

46.         Jesus had drunk nothing for 15 hours, since 6 pm the previous evening.

47.         Jesus had endured a scourging which nearly killed Him.

48.         He was bleeding from all over His body following the Scourging, the crown of thorns, the nails in His wrists and feet, and the lacerations following His beatings and falls.

49.         Jesus was already very dehydrated, and His blood pressure fell alarmingly.

50.         His blood pressure was probably about 80/50.

51.         He was in First Degree Shock, with Hypovolaemia (low blood volume), Tachycardia (excessively fast Heart Rate), Tachypnoea (excessively fast Respiratory Rate), and Hyperhidrosis (excessive sweating).

52.         By about noon Jesus' heart probably began to fail.

53.         Jesus' lungs probably began to fill up with Pulmonary Oedema.

54.         This only served to exacerbate His breathing, which was already severely compromised.

55.         . Jesus was in Heart Failure and Respiratory Failure.

56.         Jesus said, "I thirst" because His body was crying out for fluids.

57.         Jesus was in desperate need of an intravenous infusion of blood and plasma to save His life

58.         Jesus could not breathe properly and was slowly suffocating to death.

59.         At this stage Jesus probably developed a Haemopericardium.

60.         Plasma and blood gathered in the space around His heart, called the Pericardium.

61.         This fluid around His heart caused Cardiac Tamponade (fluid around His heart, which prevented Jesus' heart from beating properly).

62.         Because of the increasing physiological demands on Jesus' heart, and the advanced state of Haemopericardium, Jesus probably eventually sustained Cardiac Rupture. His heart literally burst. This was probably the cause of His death.

63.         To slow the process of death the soldiers put a small wooden seat on the Cross, which would allow Jesus the "privilege" of bearing His weight on his sacrum.

64.         The effect of this was that it could take up to nine days to die on a Cross.

65.         When the Romans wanted to expedite death they would simply break the legs of the victim, causing the victim to suffocate in a matter of minutes. This was called Crucifragrum.

66.         At three o'clock in the afternoon Jesus said, "Tetelastai," meaning, "It is finished."

67.         At that moment, He gave up His Spirit, and He died.

68.         When the soldiers came to Jesus to break His legs, He was already dead. Not a bone of His body was broken, in fulfilment of prophecy (above).

69.         Jesus died after six hours of the most excruciating and terrifying torture ever invented.

70.         Jesus died so that ordinary people like you and me could go to Heaven