Eating Mango - Eating Cock

Andy stopped to wipe the sweat off his brow and felt close to wiping a tear from his eye. He felt mighty proud of himself. Having just spent the past six months hiking through south and central Africa he had now reached the shores of lake Malawi, where he planned to spend a month before heading back to Michigan.

The big sky above him was bright blue, as was the waters of the enormous lake; there was something reassuring about the way it gently lapped at the sandy shore. He could see a collection of buildings that made up the guest house he planned to stay in, and made his way over. He had just checked in when he saw a guy he had noticed before once or twice right at the beginning of his travels.

'Hey! Mate! I remember you.' his distinct Australian accent called out as he held out his hand to Andy.

Andy shook his hand and felt the first stirrings of lust. He had thought this guy good looking then, but now he was sex on legs; there was no other way to describe him. His skin was tanned a golden colour and he had dropped several pounds and toned up a good deal from carrying a heavy backpack. The hair on his legs had been bleached blonde by the sun and there were natural highlights in his hair. When he
smiled it was like diamonds dazzling Andy.

'Oh, hey hi there.' Andy replied as he shook hands.

'I don't remember your name, but I certainly remember your face.' the gorgeous Australian said.

'Andy. Sorry I can't remember your name either.'

'That's okay mate, as long as you haven't forgotten my face.' he replied. 'The name's Brett. It's good to see you again.'

'You too.' Andy told him.

'Why don't you put your stuff away and we'll go have a swim, catch up on each other's news.'


Ten minutes later Andy and Brett were splashing about in the cool water. Andy couldn't remember a time when he had been happier. This trip hadn't been easy, but it had been important. He had seen much and learned a lot, but now it was time to relax and spoil himself a little. And the sight of Brett's smooth, bronzed torso and handsome face was most delicious eye candy.

Later, after lunch, Andy and Brett sat at the bar and drank a beer. Brett seemed to know everyone and Andy had to fight a slight twinge of jealousy. How much time would he get to spend with this hunky, easy going dude if he simply had to chat to every single person he saw? But he need not have worried. They spent all their time in the company of each other. Brett might have had time for everyone, but he had more time for Andy than any other person, and Andy just basked in the glow of all that attention. He really felt like he was the most important person in the world.

About two weeks in to their vacation Brett and Andy were sitting in a deserted spot on the beach eating slices of mango. Andy's heart about skipped a beat when he saw a rivulet of juice run down Brett's chin. He simply was the most desirable man in the world, and seeing him with the juice of this exotic fruit on his lips and dribbling down his chin was the most erotic thing he had ever known.

'Hey, you've got mango juice all down your chin.' Andy said.

'Why don't you lick it off then?' Brett asked.

Andy blushed a bright red. He could hear his heart thumping in his chest. Suddenly Brett started licking Andy's lips and chin. He pushed Andy over onto his back and Andy panicked, afraid that his hardon would give his game away. He jumped up and ran towards the water.

'Come on.' he called out to Brett, 'let's have a swim and clean up.'

The moment had passed, and fortunately Brett didn't seem too bothered. Andy wished he could work Brett out. Sometimes he wondered if they had something in common. Other time he thought Brett was simply an unconventional kind of guy. Licking Andy's lips would mean no more than that - simply licking Andy's lips. But to Andy....shit, what was he going to do? It was driving him crazy.

Two day later Brett and Andy were sitting back to back on the beach at sunset, enjoying a cold beer, using each other as support for some serious laziness.

'It's so romantic, don't you think?' Brett broke the silence.

Again Andy felt the rising panic. 'I suppose you would like to have a girl here to share it with you.' he said to Brett.

'Why would I want that when I've got you.' Brett replied.

'I wish you wouldn't say things like that.' Andy told him. How he wished it could be true, but surely Brett, ever the jester, was joking once more.

'I can't help the way I feel mate.' Brett said, then sighed softly.

There was something about Brett's voice that made Andy prick up his ears. It sounded like he was being honest. If he didn't sort this out now he was going to blow the best thing of his life.

'We need to talk.' Andy said as he turned around and laid a hand on Brett's shoulder.

'Do we have to? ' Brett asked. 'Can't we just make love?'

'What here?' Andy was surprised that he could still be surprised by Brett.

'No one can see us now. It's getting dark; we'll just be silhouettes.' Brett said. 'Now, kiss me quick, before I change my mind.'

It was the ultimatum Andy needed. He told himself that the world could go stuff itself as he moved into Brett's arms and their lips met. This time he surrendered to Brett's probing tongue. He was so fired up on love and lust that he could hardly breathe and with Brett's super long smooch he felt like he might actually die there on that beach. Young man killed by too much kissing! he could just see the headlines
in the local paper.

As they kissed Brett's hand slipped under Andy's loose vest and stroked his skin. It was a feeling that Andy would remember for the rest of his life. He had no idea that his chest could be so sensitive; and when Brett gently crushed his nipples between finger and thumb his ecstasy knew no bounds. His hard dick strained against his the fabric of his shorts. He wore no underwear while on the beach and when
Brett's hand slid down to rub his cock through his shorts Andy felt as close as he had ever been to fainting.

He broke off the kiss to tug at Brett's vest. Brett stood up and took of his shorts. His big thick cock was inches from Andy's face and the sight and smell of a man's cock, that was finally his to love, overwhelmed him. He grabbed hold of it and took it into his mouth and started sucking on it like a staved cub.

'Careful with the teeth mate.' Brett said.

'Oh, I'm so sorry.' Andy replied. 'It's my first time.'

'Really?' came Brett's reply. Now it was his turn feel overwhelmed. Hearing that made him want to make this the most special day of Andy's life.

Brett sat down on his clothes and told Andy to lie down and put his head in his lap. He bent down and kissed Andy's forehead then licked down the bridge of his nose and onto his lips. They shared another passionate kiss while Brett's hands roamed over Andy's torso. Reluctantly he broke off the kiss and took Andy's straining cock, much longer and thinner than his own, into his hand. A long string of precum drooled out of Andy's red knob and Brett used the tip of his finger to smear it around and then bring the taste of excitement to his lips. He needed that beautiful cock real bad so he lay Andy down flat on his back and kneeled over him.

Andy grunted as he felt the nip, nip, nibble action of Brett's mouth and tongue on his cock. Now he fully understood what all the fuss was about. At twenty five he was surrendering his virginity to the sexiest man in the world. He was almost glad that he had waited all this time to be serviced by this experienced mouth. He could feel Brett's balls on his forehead; he could smell that intriguing man scent that
emanated from crotch and ass crack. He wanted to do something to pleasure Brett but couldn't quite reach his cock. Then he had an idea that both disgusted and excited him at the same time.

Andy hoped that nobody was about on the beach as he pushed Brett forward a little so that his crack was now directly over his face. Gingerly Andy snaked out his tongue and lapped at the wrinkled slit. Brett wriggled a little, positioning himself perfectly so Andy could eat him out without too much neck strain. And for Andy is was as if all time and reason ceased to exist; all that mattered was this juicy
butthole and he had to have it. His cock was so hard in Brett's mouth that Brett realized there could be only one satisfactory end to this encounter.

Brett got up off Andy and turned around. He kneeled over Andy and took that eight inch spear into his hand and slowly guided it into his spit slicked asshole. Andy was speechless; his cock was feeling an intensity of pleasure that a minute ago he would not have thought possible. It was a pity that it was now too dark to see Brett's face; he wanted him to know how much he appreciated this thing he was doing
for him.

Brett's thick cock was now fully reinflated and he guided Andy's hand onto it. Andy stroked and tugged on the deliciously fat monster as Brett rode his cock. His cock was being fucked by Brett's silky ass, there was no other way to describe it. He didn't even have to do any thrusting; he just lay there and allowed Brett to milk the very cum out of his balls.

When Brett grabbed hold of his cock and started stroking furiously Andy was relieved. He couldn't keep this up much longer; his balls were already drawn up tight and he was fixing to blow. When the first bullet of red hot jizz landed on his chest Andy grunted and surrendered to the most intense climax he had ever known.

He was surprised when he opened his eyes to see that there were no stars in the sky, so convinced was he that he had seen them. Brett lay down next to him and he cuddled him close. Words were inadequate now as they lay a long time in the afterglow of their love making.

Make A Manslut Out Of Me - Part One

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Simon got a big shock when he found out that the guy he worked with in the shipping
department of a large motor spares company was gay. Paul was as big and beefy and
hairy as they came, and Simon just could not imagine that a beer guzzling, football loving
kind of guy like that could be a cock sucker. But he had proof.

It turned out to be a double whammy. A friend of his saw Simon and Paul out having a
beer after work. When Paul left Tom had asked if Simon knew that Paul was gay.

'Get outta here!' Simon had guffawed. 'There is no way that Paul could be gay.'

'I've got proof.' Tom had replied.

'What kind of proof?' Simon wanted to know.

'It's on my computer at home. Stop by and I'll show you.'

So Simon had gone round to Tom's place and Tom had turned on his computer and sure
enough there was a picture of Paul sucking on a big fat dick.

'It's got to be fake!' was Simon's first response.

But then Tom clicked on picture after picture and Simon realized that it was his work
mate there was no getting away from the fact. He felt a little queasy when he saw the
picture of Paul getting nailed in the ass. The look on his face was pure bliss. How the hell
could he do such a thing? Suddenly another question leapt into Simon's brain.

' What are you doing with the pictures?' he demanded.

'I found them on the internet.' Tom replied.

'But why were you looking at them?' Simon continued.

'I just like to look at pictures of guys fucking each other now and then?' Tom replied.

'Why? Are you queer or something?' Simon was finding it all a little difficult to take in.
First his work mate, and now his friend. What the hell was happening here?

'No. I mean, I haven't done it yet. But I just like to look, you know... out of curiosity, and
all that.' Tom replied.

'Be careful that curiosity doesn't kill the cat.' Simon snapped. 'Next thing I know you'll be
telling me that you love the taste of jism.'

'As it happens I do.' Tom replied.

'I thought you said you'd never...' Simon started to say.

'There's more than one way to skin a cat. I have a threesome with this couple now and
then. I don't do anything with the guy, but sometimes I eat out his wife's pussy after he's
cum in her. I think he knows what I like because sometimes he just comes on her lips so
there's plenty for me to lap up.'

'That's disgusting.' Simon said as he left.

For days after that his head was in a spin. He couldn't look at Paul without seeing him
naked with a big, hard dick right in his hairy ass. What was the dude thinking, he
wondered. And when he thought of his friend Tom eating some other guy's spunk it made
him want to throw up.

Paul began to notice the change is his work mate. They had always worked as a team,
spending all day together. But now that Simon was being moody and difficult, and
wouldn't say what was wrong with him, Paul found it easier to work on his own. Simon
began to brood, wondering whether he should ask Paul about it. Perhaps it had been a
moment of madness...No that couldn't be. A moment of madness would be having a
quick grope of another guy's cock, not sitting down on it.

For weeks Simon could think of nothing else. At first he felt really disgusted, but slowly
he began to be curious. What was so good about gay sex he wondered? Why would a man
want another man to stick his cock in their ass? He started looking at bisexual sites on the
internet. These were just ordinary looking guys, like Tom and Paul, and yet they were
most definitely enjoying cock. Then Simon started looking at gay sites, especially ones
with big, hairy guys and one day, when his cock wouldn't go down, realized with a start
that he was incredibly turned on.

The more he tried not to look at these pictures the more hooked he became. Each day
when he got in from work the first thing he did was look at some hot gay porn and wank
himself silly. Most nights he went to bed with a sore cock from all that stroking. He
decided that it was time to bring all this crazy stuff to an end. What he needed, he
decided, was one real session with a guy. Perhaps if he got it out of his system he could
get back to normal. He hadn't even been with a woman in over a month, and that was
most unlike him.

So the next day he went into work with a plan, and a tube of lube in his pocket. He had
started using it while wanking and now he hoped it could be put to even better use. As
usual Paul went off to work on his own. Simon went into the next aisle to Paul and
stroked himself up to an absolutely massive boner. It was time to put his plan into action.

He stepped into Paul's aisle, with a lump in his throat. His hanging out shirt shielded the
great lump of man meat in his jeans.

'What do you want?' Paul asked.

Without a word Simon unzipped and lowered his jeans and lifted up his shirt. Paul
gasped as he caught sight of the strong, smooth thighs and massive pinkish red cock
jutting up into the air. A swirl of blonde pubes around the base of Simon's cock seemed
to be the only hair on his body. His big red balls were satiny smooth and looked so
incredibly delicious dandling low below the slightly curved uncut cock.

'Make a man slut out of me.' Simon pleaded.

This was crazy, Paul knew, but it was the only invite he needed. He got down on his
knees and wrapped his right hand around the base of Simon's cock. Simon's foreskin
revealed only a small part of his cock head, and Paul could see and smell a slithery
secretion coating the head. Using the fingers of his left hand he worked the skin up and
down over the head. Simon moaned; his cock head was incredibly sensitive and when it
was coated with excitement secretions like this it grew even more so. Soon his foreskin
retracted behind the flared rim of his spear like cock head.

Paul took it onto his mouth and Simon's knees grew weak as he received his first ever
man on man blowjob. Did this guy know what he was doing or what. Paul soon had
Simon's cock worked into the back of his throat while his hands massage the firm cheeks
of his ass. Simon slowly pumped his hips, driving his cock in and out of Paul's throat. It
was the first time he had been deep throated and he knew then that there was no way he
was ever going to give up gay sex.

When Paul turned him around and parted his asscheeks Simon leaned against the shelves.
That first contact of Paul's tongue with his asshole made him yelp; luckily there were
alone in the building. Paul greedily ate his buddy's beefy virgin ass. Paul's cock was so
hard now he was afraid it might tear a hole in his jeans. It needed some attention and he
wondered if Simon would let him...It was time to test the waters. He rubbed his finger
along the delightful ridges of Simon's spit wet asshole. It was exactly what Simon was
waiting for. He bent down and reached into his pocket and handed the lube to Paul.

Paul shivered in excitement. There was now no doubt in his mind about what Simon
wanted. He took the lube and applied a good dollop to his work mate's ass. He knew he
had to take this slow but he needed to be in there so bad he could hardly wait. Ten
painful minutes later he judged Simon ready and quickly stripped and lubed up his cock.
He slid his hard dick into the valley of Simon's ass and rubbed it up and down the crack.
Simon sighed gently as his sensitive, lubed up asshole was brushed by a warm and eager
cock head.

Paul took his time, gently knocking on the door before retreating. He repeated this over
and over again until Simon's asslips just started to melt against his cock head. Simon was
so ready for this sensation that he pushed back against Paul, eager to have it all, and Paul
slid in without any further delay. He was soon buried to the pubic bone and reached
round and fondled Simon's soft fleshy cock. He loved the feel of Simon's foreskin
covered cock sliding around in his hand. With his other hand he stroked Simon's smooth,
flat belly and whispered disgusting words in his ear, after Simon had pleaded for him to
do so.

The two men were locked in one of the most ancient rituals: united but each lost in their
own private world. Paul stroked slowly and tenderly, remembering the pain of his own
first rogering. Simon's cock inflated and was soon leaking a string of precum, which Paul
smeared all over the shiny cock knob.

'I...I... can...I can't last!' Simon pleaded.

Paul pulled all the way out of Simon's juicy asshole and plunged all the way back in. The
feelings in his cock took him so close to the edge that he needed on three or four more
deep plunges. On the last one Simon groaned and shuddered, in the throes of his first
internally augmented orgasm, and Paul was free to let go. His balls spewed forth their
heavy load and he hugged Simon tight as they came down from their fuck highs.

When the pair had calmed down and their breathing had returned to normal they started
to disentangle themselves.

'What have we here?' a voice cut through the silence.

They looked up in shock to see Marvin, their supervisor, standing there with a very large
and veiny cock in his hands. Simon and Paul smiled.

'He was just showing me the ropes.' Simon replied.

'How about including me in your little game next time?' Marvin asked.

'We sure will.' Paul replied as he quickly stroked Marvin off to climax.

Simon watched Marvin spew, and couldn't wait to tell Tom about what had happened
there today.

Make A Manslut Out Of Me - Part Two

A week after Simon had sex with his work mate Paul, and got caught at it by their
supervisor Marvin, he decided to confess all to his friend Tom.


It was only a couple of weeks since Simon discovered that his friend Tom wasn't as
straight as he thought he was. Hell, it wasn't that long ago that Simon thought of
himself as exclusively straight, but then Tom had told Simon that he often had a
threesome with a married couple and he would eat the wife's pussy after the husband
had cum in her. At first Simon had been disgusted, but as time went by he became
more and more curious to the point where wanted to try man on man sex for himself.
And who better to try it with than his work mate Paul. He knew Paul was gay because
Tom had shown him some pictures he had found on the internet showing Paul getting
nailed in the ass.


'Hey! Guess what I did?' Simon said, when he saw his friend Paul.

'What?' Tom replied.

'I got fucked in the ass.' Simon gloated. Just the memory of that hot fuck made him
feel good.

'Sorry...I don't think I heard you right...' Tom was shocked, to say the least.

'You heard me all right. My work mate Paul fucked me in the ass.'

'Shit!' exclaimed Tom. 'You must be the luckiest guy in the whole of Australia. That
man is just so hot. How did it happen.'


Simon told Tom how he had approached Paul and shown him his boner and how their
supervisor Marvin had watched them fucking, and how Paul had stroked Marvin off.
This was just way too much for Tom. His hard cock throbbed in his jeans, demanding
attention. He unzipped and hauled out his huge cock.

'Look what you've down to me.' he croaked.


Simon blushed as he went over to Tom and took his meaty cock in his hand. Tom was
circumcized and had a large flared cock head, out of which now drooled a string of
precum. Simon slowly smeared it around that red cock knob and then blew on it and
Tom sighed. Simon's breath felt most delicious as it cooled the excitement juiced
covered head of his throbber. Man, he hoped he would be able to sink his shaft into a
hole soon. Simon, for his part, wondered if he could kiss Tom's cock. When he had
gone with Paul, his work mate had done all the work. But Tom had never been with a
man so Simon knew he would have to take the lead.


'Look at us,' Simon said 'If our straight friends could see us now they would think we
were letting the side down.'

'Fuck them.' Tom replied.

'I would love to fuck some of them.' Simon said and then chuckled as he got down on
his knees.


He was up close to Tom's hairy crotch and could smell his sexed up sweat. He
reached out and cupped Tom's big furry balls and then opened wide and received his
first cock. The taste of Tom's precum as it slid across his tongue had Simon hooked
from the start. He now wrapped a hand around Tom's fleshy ram rod and began to
feed in earnest. Tom sighed as he gently pumped in and out of his friend's mouth.
When Simon slid a hand up the crack of Tom's ass and pressed a finger against Tom's
asshole both men were surprised at how easily it popped in and Simon was blown
away by the heat of the jelly like inside of his buddy's asshole.

'Do you want to fuck?' he asked Tom, his voice all raspy with excitement.


In reply Tom stripped off. Simon drank in the beauty of his toned body and hairy
chest and legs. His big balls looked like they stored enough jizz to start a nation and
that fat cock had already proved a beautiful toy. But what he wanted now was that
full, fleshy, pale rump that was dusted with soft, silky black hair. Simon just about
ripped his own clothes off and joined Tom on the bed. Then the two men abandoned
themselves to passion, teeth clashing as they clamoured for a kiss, their hard cocks
mashed up against each other. Simon's hands tugged at Tom's fleshy asscheeks and
Tom knew he was about to do something he might regret, but he had to know what it
felt like.

'Be gentle.' he pleaded as Simon flipped him over onto his belly.


Time came to a standstill as Simon buried his face in Tom's ass. The hairy stud
sighed as he experienced his first butt kiss, the pleasure of which seemed to intensify
the longer Simon ate him out. He was so relaxed by the time Simon's finger probed
into him that he had no problem accepting it. Moments later he felt Simon spit and
precum slicked cockhead press against his truffle and he knew he was ready. Tom
pushed back against Simon and that hard man spear simply sliced into him with the
utmost of ease. Both men cried out in delight and surprise.


Simon fucked slowly, ever so slowly, still unable to fully comprehend that he was in
Tom's ass. It was simply the best thing he had ever fucked. How could he have ever
thought it disgusting, he wondered. The heat and snugness of this masculine alleyway
was working its magic on his shaft. Already his spearhead felt overly sensitive and he
wondered how long he could keep it up. Tom babbled like a lunatic; his ass was
aflame with lust and desire. It was his turn to be man slutted and he was revelling in
it. He pushed back against Simon, milking his lover's shaft with the silky interior of
his assguts. His own cock throbbed and he wished that he could stroke off but that
wasn't very practical in the position he was in.


Simon was close now. His smooth balls were drawn up tight, his belly muscles ached
and he could feel the soles of his feet tingle. He tried to memorize each stroke now as
he would want to relive this moment. It seemed now as if every nerve in his body had
migrated into his pelvic area. His cock and balls, lower belly and upper thighs were
all so sensitive he felt like he might jump right out of his skin. And then he stroked
the last stroke. He groaned, shuddered and cursed as his cock erupted, sending out a
gush of boiling nut juice. For a moment he thought he might black out as he collapsed
onto Tom's back.


A minute later Simon had recovered his breath; his cock had remained hard in Tom's
ass. Tom quickly manoeuvred Simon onto his side without letting his dick slip out of
his ass, and then stroked off to the best orgasm he had ever had.


The two men laughed as they disentangled and went off to the bathroom for a long
soak in the tub together.