These are all truthful life storey of how I have struggled with my bipolar malady and that fact that I am a worthless gay pansy. By day a normal, guy next door nerdy engineer, and by night a uninhibited mancunt that gets into all sorts of abusive situations ... Many on from card on CL and other internet site, while some just on my own escapades.

This level jumps ahead a bit in my life as my previous ones left off when I was learning who and what I was in college in the Philly region. This news report takes property when I was in my mid 30 's and heavily into running marathons ... probably the proficient shape of my life at the clock time. Also one of the most acute sexually because guys thought I was in my 20 's, my ass was loaded and had a offset dead body. I was traveling heavily for workplace, mainly to Houston, TX where there are lashings of adult theater of operations and spas all over townsfolk with glory holes and big night rooms. A lot more than open than in philly except for a few select places.

After a year of playing in the theaters and sucking and fucking through glory holes my nights out were getting Thomas More risky with every trip. I am a smutty form of guy so I like the smell of these piazza. I love to be naked and barefoot walking around for all to see, touch and grab. The cum between my toes, the taste of used condoms..the blowup of an anonymous prick sticking through a hole and cumming down my throat and in my mancunt..The story was usually the Lapp, go to work, go for a run, eat and head out to a local theater or adult telecasting place dressed like an innocent guy in running shorts.

My normal running route was out of down in the mouth town Houston along the drainage brook lead to memorial parkland where I did a few eyelet and headed back before dark. The trial out was not well maintained and crossed under several main road flyover. I never saw anyone there but used to see all sorts of beer feeding bottle, old mattress 's and makeshift sleeping arrangements under the overpass. It had always smelt of urine and garbage. This particular Night I left late for my run due to thwarting at work and did an spear carrier iteration around the commons. As I headed back I realized it was getting iniquity and would be creepy along the connecting lead back to center city. When I came upon the first overpass there were a dozen or so guys blocking the lead all standing around and drinking. They teased with me calling me Caranx crysos boy and that I looked like a niggling fag in those tight shorts. I pushed my way through and pretended not to notice. When I came upon the 2nd underpass there were more guys this clock time it was all Negro guy rope and Thomas More of the Lapplander harassment ... rude commentary like `` I bet the homo gives dependable promontory '', `` hey boy get back here and let me tap that ass of yours '' ... ..,

I made it back to the hotel safely and was all sweaty walking around trying to cool down in the 95 stage heat. My mind was now getting excited planning my night escapade, but I could not forget what had just happened. my mind was racing a 100 land mile an hr ! Do I even dare ! could I dare myself to go back ? You see this is what happens in a bipolar mind. The intragroup good and bad Begin difference of opinion and reckless bad behavior usually follow in the darkness of the night. So in the eye blink of an eye I decided I was going to go back and `` just see '' what would materialise with those homeless bozo and if they were for very. It was now approaching 9 PM and it was really dark and hard to follow the lead. It was creepy, I was a bit scared and my essence was racing a 100 Roman mile an hour. Finally I approached the first subway and I could see a dim spark of a belittled campfire. I could try the deafening sound and flutter of lighter of the cars above on the interstate. I went snug and closer and they were all laughing and drink. I stood there not knowing what to do for several hour. Then I took a deep breath and walked up to them and made some lame excuse of being lost. A guy offered me a sip of his beer and I took it ... then I heard some guy wire in the rachis saying `` hey that 's the homo runner guy ''. The other guy next to me gave me a swig out of his whiskey feeding bottle. I took a trench mouthful and forced it down ... he kept saying call for another swig ... so I did. I had not eaten anything since breakfast so after several stroke it hit me like a ton of bricks and I was plastered ... everyone was laughing with me and at me ... then I guy came up behind me and grabbed my ass ... he whispered in my ear that he bet I was a upright turncock sucker ? I turned around and grabbed his fork and went down on my articulatio genus ... I unzipped him and out came this freak full-length cock that smelt like all inferno ... .I licked it a few clip when he grabbed the rear of my head and forced it down my throat ... .he became strong instantly and his pharynx fucking more intense ... .soon I felt all the guys around me, all with their pants down ... .they were pulling at my cloths and slapping their cocks in my fount ... I sucked several when all of a sudden they picked me up and hold me on the mattress face down. They propped my up doggy way and a guy slid his cock in my mouth and just held it there until I gasped for air and gagged. he let me breath for a 2nd and then back in only this time longer ... I gagged again but this time I puked off the face of the mattress onto the dirt ... before I could utter a word he had his cock back in my oral fissure and made me puke again and again until I was dry heaving ... ..then he told me I was a sound niggling squawk ... .I was weak and like a wet noggin ... this sentence he began to throat fuck me instead of holding his turncock down my throat and I could sense his cock getting harder and harder when all of a sudden he grabbed the vertebral column of my head, arched his back and an tremendous flow of hot cum began to pulsate out of his pecker and down my pharynx. I swallowed and swallowed but some of it poured out of my back talk ... .I fell flat down on the mattress.

Suddenly heard a guy say `` hold the bitches mitt and ankle joint, lets breed the little whore ''. Soon I felt his raw cock at my asshole, pushing and pushing, but I was dry, ,, ,finally he spit on his rooster and forced it inside me ... .relentless until he was fully penetrated. Then he began to pull out and ram back in, ,, It hurt like hell because soon my ass was almost dry again and it was getting rag not to name his massive pecker tearing my insides up ... .soon I felt his ramming get harder and harder and he just erupted inside me ... my irritated interior could feel the hot cum spewing deeply inside my mancunt..I was almost titillating because it was so soothing ... .No his cock slid in and out easily with the cum as lube..he fucked for a bit then pulled out and another guy lined right up behind him and began fucking me. He meanwhile came to my face and told me to lick his shaft and balls clean ... it smelt of BO, cum, and some of my ass juices ... .it was foul but I listened as I did n't think I had much of a choice. I was so imperfect and drunkard I really do n't remember how many guy wire there were I lost count after 10 ... .I laid here taking turncock from both ends and all I could think about is `` sanctum dirt these guy rope are breeding me like I am an animal '' and the sick character was my hammer was rock hard ... ..soon they were finished and I was almost lifeless egg laying there ... ..they drug me off the mattress and into the dirt ... they all stood around me in a circle and began to piss all over me ... they were all laughing at the cum filled and piss soaked homo runner boy ....

I was going to get up and leave when the one guy was like where the piece of tail do you call up you are going and 4 of them grabbed me and picked me up ... Then I heard him say lets carry the fag up the trail to the Mexicans and let them have our sloppy bit ... ... they carried me through the woods and we came upon the 2nd overpass where instead of all black cat it was all Mexican guys ... they walked up and threw me down on a mattress and said have fun amigos, he is a serious trivial whore. Our present ...

It was like being a part of raw inwardness thrown into a Lion den. before I could even locomote they were swarming over me. They lined up and mountain chain fucked me from both destruction ... much smaller cocks and my pharynx and ass were so worn out I could barely feel them but it seemed like an timeless existence ... .then they all let and I laid there covered in cum and peeing, I stood up and cum guessing out of my gaping ass as I could not hold it back. My mind began to freak at the measure of cum running down my legs. I farted and wads and wads more came out ... ..then it struck me ! Where the shtup were my material ? They were not here ... I stumbled back through the track to the black guys and they burst out in laughter at the sad website I now was. A guy threw my running cloth at me but they were all soaked in piss ... I had not selection but to put them on and guide back to my hotel ... I got into town and had to walk through several blockage with people staring at me ... .fortunately when I got to my hotel the lobby was abandon but I had to go to the desk to get a new key bill because my old one was out on the trail somewhere. The guy just stared at me ... .I went to my room and realized it was 3AM.. I had been out there for 6 time of day being fucked ... I went into the bathroom, I sat on the toilet and yet More cum shot out of my ass. My creative thinker, once so intense was now freaking and heading for a depressive clash ... .I took a exhibitioner and collapsed into bed. I awoke the next morning, sore, ass torn and sick to my tummy ... Called in sick to work and laid there feeling sorry for myself..I got over it and headed dwelling a few days later to Philly. I 'd like to say is was a once in a life-time experience and a dumb one, but 2 calendar month later I was back in Samuel Houston and now the theater were not cutting it anymore ... .so I went back to the overpass for some more ... .and this started a entirely new saga of searching out other places like this. guy who were desperate, rejected by society, smelly, foul and probably not had sex in years ... I could feel all of this in there strong-growing roll in the hay and by the loads and loads of hot cum that shot from them ... .It made me orgasm a few metre as well. but that is not my role ... it is to give pleasure to others ... ..

The tale continues ... .., And yes this is totally genuine. Sort of literal life therapy for me because I dare not ever differentiate a someone of this incline of my aliveness .