These are all on-key animation stories of how I have struggled with my bipolar illness and that fact that I am a worthless gay faggot. By day a rule, guy following room access nerdy engineer, and by Night a uninhibited mancunt that gets into all kind of abusive situations ... Many on from placard on CL and other sites, while some just on my own escapades.

This story jumps ahead a bit in my aliveness as my previous ones left off when I was learning who and what I was in college in the Philly sphere. This story takes berth when I was in my mid 30 's and heavily into running marathons ... probably the adept soma of my life at the time. Also one of the most intense sexually because cat thought I was in my 20 's, my ass was miserly and had a moon-curser body. I was traveling heavily for piece of work, mainly to Houston, TX where there are lots of adult theaters and spas all over town with aureole yap and big dark suite. A lot more open than in philly except for a few take places.

After a year of playing in the dramaturgy and sucking and fucking through aura holes my nights out were getting to a greater extent hazardous with every stumble. I am a smutty sort of guy so I like the spirit of these plaza. I love to be naked and shoeless walk around for all to see, touch and snap up. The cum between my toes, the taste of used condoms..the explosion of an anonymous cock sticking through a hole and cumming down my throat and in my mancunt..The floor was usually the same, go to mould, go for a run, eat and straits out to a local anaesthetic theater or adult telecasting station dressed like an innocent guy in running shorts.

My formula running route was out of pull down town Houston along the drainage Creek trail to memorial park where I did a few loop and headed back before dark. The trial out was not well maintained and crossed under several highway 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 nighttime I left deep for my run due to frustration at study and did an special loop around the park. As I headed back I realized it was getting night and would be creepy along the connecting trail back to marrow metropolis. When I came upon the beginning overpass there were a dozen or so roast blocking the track all standing around and drinking. They teased with me calling me offset boy and that I looked like a little fag in those wet boxershorts. I pushed my way through and pretended not to poster. When I came upon the 2nd underpass there were more guys this time it was all nigrify cat and more of the same harassment ... crude comments like `` I bet the man gives adept head '', `` 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 off down in the 95 level oestrus. My psyche was now getting excited planning my night adventure, but I could not forget what had just happened. my thinker was racing a 100 miles an hour ! Do I even dare ! could I make bold myself to go back ? You see this is what happens in a bipolar intellect. The internal good and bad Begin conflict and reckless bad conduct usually follow in the darkness of the night. So in the blink of an eye I decided I was going to go back and `` just see '' what would happen with those stateless guys and if they were for real. It was now approaching 9 PM and it was really disconsolate and heavy to observe the trail. It was creepy-crawly, I was a bit pit and my centre was racing a 100 miles an 60 minutes. Finally I approached the first subway and I could see a dim light of a pocket-size campfire. I could listen the deafening sound and flicker of lighter of the cars above on the interstate. I went closer and closer and they were all laughing and drunkenness. I stood there not knowing what to do for several minutes. Then I took a trench breathing place and walked up to them and made some halting apology of being lost. A guy offered me a sip of his beer and I took it ... then I heard some guy in the cover saying `` hey that 's the homo moon curser guy ''. The early guy next to me gave me a draught out of his whiskey bottle. I took a thick taste and forced it down ... he kept saying get another swig ... so I did. I had not eaten anything since breakfast so after several shooter 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 just cock chump ? I turned around and grabbed his genitalia and went down on my stifle ... I unzipped him and out came this fiend rough cock that smelt like all Inferno ... .I licked it a few times when he grabbed the spine of my fountainhead and forced it down my throat ... .he became hard instantly and his throat fucking Thomas 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 face ... I sucked various when all of a sudden they picked me up and fuddle me on the mattress face down. They propped my up doggy elan and a guy slid his rooster in my oral cavity 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 foresighted ... I gagged again but this time I puked off the English of the mattress onto the shite ... before I could utter a parole he had his shaft back in my mouth and made me puke again and again until I was dry heaving ... ..then he told me I was a good petty bitch ... .I was light and like a wet noodle ... this time he began to throat have a go at it me instead of holding his cock down my throat and I could experience his dick getting harder and operose when all of a sudden he grabbed the book binding of my head, arched his spinal column and an tremendous menses of hot cum began to pulse out of his cock and down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed but some of it poured out of my mouth ... .I fell unconditional down on the mattress.

Suddenly heard a guy say `` hold the bitch hands and ankle, lets breed the trivial whore ''. Soon I felt his raw rooster at my shit, pushing and pushing, but I was dry, ,, ,finally he spit on his hammer and forced it inside me ... .relentless until he was fully penetrated. Then he began to pull in out and ram back in, ,, It hurt like hell because soon my ass was almost dry again and it was getting bother not to mention his massive cock tearing my interior up ... .soon I felt his ramming get harder and harder and he just erupted inside me ... my rag insides could feel the hot cum spewing deep inside my mancunt..I was almost erotic because it was so soothe ... .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 font and told me to bat his cock and ballock clean ... it smelt of BO, cum, and some of my ass juices ... .it was foul but I listened as I did n't call back I had much of a option. I was so weak and drink I really do n't remember how many guy there were I lost tally after 10 ... .I laid here taking cocks from both remainder and all I could think about is `` sanctum jack these cat are breeding me like I am an animal '' and the disgusted part was my cock was rock unvoiced ... ..soon they were finished and I was almost lifeless laying there ... ..they drug me off the mattress and into the malicious gossip ... they all stood around me in a band and began to piss all over me ... they were all laughing at the cum filled and piss soaked homo moon-curser boy ....

I was going to get up and get out when the one guy was like where the nooky do you think you are going and 4 of them grabbed me and picked me up ... Then I heard him say lets carry the fag up the lead to the Mexicans and let them give our sloppy irregular ... ... they carried me through the forest and we came upon the 2nd overpass where instead of all black Guy it was all Mexican guys ... they walked up and threw me down on a mattress and said have fun amigos, he is a good fiddling tart. Our present ...

It was like being a piece of raw meat thrown into a social lion den. before I could even run they were swarming over me. They lined up and Ernst Boris Chain fucked me from both last ... much smaller cock and my pharynx and ass were so worn out I could barely feel them but it seemed like an timelessness ... .then they all let and I laid there covered in cum and piss, I stood up and cum shot out of my gaping ass as I could not hold it back. My mind began to freak at the amount of cum running down my legs. I farted and passel and wads more came out ... ..then it struck me ! Where the roll in the hay were my textile ? They were not here ... I stumbled back through the trail to the black guys and they burst out in laughter at the sad site I now was. A guy hurl my running fabric at me but they were all soaked in urine ... I had not pick but to put them on and steer back to my hotel ... I got into Ithiel Town and had to take the air through several blocks with people staring at me ... .fortunately when I got to my hotel the hall was evacuate but I had to go to the desk to get a new key plug-in 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 hour being fucked ... I went into the bathroom, I sat on the toilet and yet Sir Thomas More cum crack out of my ass. My idea, once so intense was now freaking and heading for a depressive clangour ... .I took a shower and collapsed into bed. I awoke the succeeding good morning, sore, ass torn and sick to my stomach ... Called in sick to act and set there feeling sorry for myself..I got over it and headed home a few days later to Philly. I 'd like to say is was a once in a life-time experience and a speechless one, but 2 months later I was back in Houston and now the theatre of operations were not cutting it anymore ... .so I went back to the overpass for some more ... .and this started a completely new saga of searching out other seat like this. cat who were desperate, rejected by companionship, smelly, foul and probably not had sex in years ... I could find all of this in there aggressive screw and by the loads and consignment of hot cum that shot from them ... .It made me orgasm a few times as well. but that is not my function ... it is to collapse pleasure to others ... ..

The story continues ... .., And yes this is totally real. variety of real life therapy for me because I dare not ever tell a soulfulness of this side of my life .