I am a healthy European man who enjoys using fit submissive males. Along the way I enjoy helping submissive males and the men they serve better understand each other. Re-posted images deleted upon request.
The park at the top of the hill is known as a place where men can go to drain their balls into a fags hole, a place for quick, dirty, anonymous sex. Pete had heard rumors of what went on up there and decided to see for himself. He had broken up with his girl three weeks ago and was horny as hell. He needed to bust a nut and he did not really care if the cunt he busted into was male or female.
So last night, after working out at the gym, he headed up to the park with the intent of fucking a hole until he was fully drained and satisfied. Once up there he could see men lurking in the shadows, some alone, some in pairs or trios. He could feel eyes upon him. He knew he was a big good looking guy, and was used to attracting looks, from both girls and guys. He assumed he would not have any issues picking a guy, or two, who would want to swing on his meat. Once there, however he realized he did not know how to approach any of the guys and let them know he wanted to use them to get off. It was different than picking up a woman in a bar. He was out of his usual environment and didn't know the signals or interactions required.
For example, he did not realize that the fact that he shaved his body to help show off the definition of his muscles, signaled to the men who hung out in the park that he was less than a man. After all, "real" men had body hair, boys were smooth. He also did not realize that the waistband of his jock, visible above his shorts, indicated to the gathered men that he was there to take cock, not give it. In this environment a jock strap gave full, easy, access to ass, while keeping a fag's useless junk, hidden and out of the way.
Not knowing how to proceed, and feeling a little vulnerable and out of place standing at the top of the stairs, pete decided to move a little deeper into the woods, He felt more comfortable and less "on display" as he faded into the shadows. He was quickly approached and some of the "nice" men started to teach him the rules, signals and mating customs of a gay cruising area.
The next morning, he made the "walk of shame" down the stairs to his parked car, while the sun came up. His outfit left no doubt how he had spent the night. His knees were stained with mud, his face covered in dried tears, spit and jizz. His shirt and shoes were lost. The only reason he still had his shorts was that they were twisted and wrapped around his ankle all night. He could feel the globs of strangers cum loads dripping down his thighs, making them all slick.
He was thinking about how his world had changed. Yesterday he had been a man, a jock, someone others looked up to and admired. He would never think of himself as a man again. From now on he was a fuck chute. Nothing more than a place for men to stick their cocks.
While pete had accomplished his primary goal of draining his balls, he had managed to do it without sticking his dick into any holes. In fact his dick never left the mesh pouch of his jock strap.
He needed to go home and get some sleep. Tonight he planned on returning to the park.
The park at the top of the hill is known as a place where men can go to drain their balls into a fags hole, a place for quick, dirty, anonymous sex. Pete had heard rumors of what went on up there and decided to see for himself. He had broken up with his girl three weeks ago and was horny as hell. He needed to bust a nut and he did not really care if the cunt he busted into was male or female.
So last night, after working out at the gym, he headed up to the park with the intent of fucking a hole until he was fully drained and satisfied. Once up there he could see men lurking in the shadows, some alone, some in pairs or trios. He could feel eyes upon him. He knew he was a big good looking guy, and was used to attracting looks, from both girls and guys. He assumed he would not have any issues picking a guy, or two, who would want to swing on his meat. Once there, however he realized he did not know how to approach any of the guys and let them know he wanted to use them to get off. It was different than picking up a woman in a bar. He was out of his usual environment and didn't know the signals or interactions required.
For example, he did not realize that the fact that he shaved his body to help show off the definition of his muscles, signaled to the men who hung out in the park that he was less than a man. After all, "real" men had body hair, boys were smooth. He also did not realize that the waistband of his jock, visible above his shorts, indicated to the gathered men that he was there to take cock, not give it. In this environment a jock strap gave full, easy, access to ass, while keeping a fag's useless junk, hidden and out of the way.
Not knowing how to proceed, and feeling a little vulnerable and out of place standing at the top of the stairs, pete decided to move a little deeper into the woods, He felt more comfortable and less "on display" as he faded into the shadows. He was quickly approached and some of the "nice" men started to teach him the rules, signals and mating customs of a gay cruising area.
The next morning, he made the "walk of shame" down the stairs to his parked car, while the sun came up. His outfit left no doubt how he had spent the night. His knees were stained with mud, his face covered in dried tears, spit and jizz. His shirt and shoes were lost. The only reason he still had his shorts was that they were twisted and wrapped around his ankle all night. He could feel the globs of strangers cum loads dripping down his thighs, making them all slick.
He was thinking about how his world had changed. Yesterday he had been a man, a jock, someone others looked up to and admired. He would never think of himself as a man again. From now on he was a fuck chute. Nothing more than a place for men to stick their cocks.
While pete had accomplished his primary goal of draining his balls, he had managed to do it without sticking his dick into any holes. In fact his dick never left the mesh pouch of his jock strap.
He needed to go home and get some sleep. Tonight he planned on returning to the park.