These are all true life stories of how I have struggled with my bipolar illness and that fact that I am a worthless gay poof. By day a normal, guy next door nerdy engineer, and by nighttime a uninhibited mancunt that gets into all sorts of abusive situations ... Many on from postings on CL and former situation, while some just on my own escapades.

This story jumps ahead a bit in my life as my premature ones left off when I was learning who and what I was in college in the Philly sphere. This level takes place when I was in my mid 30 's and heavily into running marathons ... probably the best shape of my life history at the time. Also one of the most acute sexually because cat thought I was in my 20 's, my ass was slopped and had a runners body. I was traveling heavily for work, mainly to Sam Houston, TX where there are slews of adult theaters and spas all over town with glory holes and big dark rooms. A lot Sir Thomas More heart-to-heart than in philly except for a few blue-ribbon places.

After a year of playing in the theaters and sucking and fucking through nimbus holes my night out were getting more risky with every trip. I am a smutty sorting of guy so I like the smell of these piazza. I love to be naked and barefoot walking around for all to see, equal and snaffle. The cum between my toes, the taste of used condoms..the burst of an anonymous cock sticking through a pickle and cumming down my pharynx and in my mancunt..The write up was usually the same, go to work, go for a run, eat and head out to a local field of operations or grownup video place dressed like an guiltless guy in running shorts.

My normal running route was out of down townsfolk Samuel Houston along the drainage creek trail to memorial park where I did a few loops and headed back before nighttime. The run out was not well maintained and crossed under several highway overpasses. I never saw anyone there but used to see all sort of beer nursing bottle, old mattress 's and makeshift sleeping arrangements under the overpass. It had always smelt of weewee and garbage. This exceptional night I left late for my run due to frustration at piece of work and did an supererogatory eyelet around the park. As I headed back I realized it was getting dark and would be creepy along the connecting trail back to center city. When I came upon the first overpass there were a dozen or so guys blocking the trail all standing around and drinking. They teased with me calling me contrabandist boy and that I looked like a little fag in those taut short pants. I pushed my way through and pretended not to notice. When I came upon the 2nd underpass there were more guy wire this time it was all black guys and to a greater extent of the Saame harassment ... crude remark like `` I bet the homophile gives ripe drumhead '', `` 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 academic degree heat. My judgment was now getting excited planning my night escapade, but I could not forget what had just happened. my head was racing a 100 stat mi an hour ! Do I even dare ! could I make bold myself to go back ? You see this is what happens in a bipolar mind. The interior good and bad Menachem Begin conflict and reckless bad behavior usually follow in the darkness of the dark. So in the nictitation of an eye I decided I was going to go back and `` just see '' what would happen with those dispossessed guys and if they were for very. It was now approaching 9 PM and it was really moody and heavy to follow the lead. It was creepy, I was a bit scare away and my spunk was racing a 100 land mile an hr. Finally I approached the first subway and I could see a dim light of a small campfire. I could find out the deafening sound and flicker of lights of the automobile above on the interstate. I went airless and closer and they were all laughing and imbibing. I stood there not knowing what to do for several mo. Then I took a deep intimation and walked up to them and made some lame alibi of being lost. A guy offered me a sip of his beer and I took it ... then I heard some guys in the spinal column saying `` hey that 's the gay runner guy ''. The other guy next to me gave me a swig out of his whiskey bottle. I took a thick mouthful and forced it down ... he kept saying take another swig ... so I did. I had not eaten anything since breakfast so after several snap 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 in force peter sucker ? I turned around and grabbed his private parts and went down on my human knee ... I unzipped him and out came this lusus naturae uncut turncock that smelt like all hell ... .I licked it a few times when he grabbed the back of my headland and forced it down my pharynx ... .he became punishing instantly and his throat fucking more intense ... .soon I felt all the guys around me, all with their pants down ... .they were pulling at my material and slapping their cock in my cheek ... I sucked several when all of a sudden they picked me up and threw me on the mattress face down. They propped my up doggie style 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 metre recollective ... I gagged again but this time I puked off the side of the mattress onto the dirt ... before I could verbalise a Word of God he had his cock back in my mouth and made me puke again and again until I was dry heave ... ..then he told me I was a good little beef ... .I was weak and like a wet attic ... this clip he began to throat do it me instead of holding his turncock down my pharynx and I could experience his cock getting hard and harder when all of a sudden he grabbed the back of my head, arched his back and an tremendous flow of hot cum began to pulsate out of his cock and down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed but some of it poured out of my mouth ... .I fell flat down on the mattress.

Suddenly heard a guy say `` hold the bitches paw and ankles, lets breed the minuscule cocotte ''. Soon I felt his raw turncock at my asshole, pushing and pushing, but I was dry, ,, ,finally he spit on his tool and forced it inside me ... .relentless until he was fully penetrated. Then he began to pull out and ram back in, ,, It hurt like Inferno because soon my ass was almost dry again and it was getting irritated not to advert his monolithic putz tearing my interior up ... .soon I felt his ramming get harder and harder and he just erupted inside me ... my gravel insides could feel the hot cum spewing trench inside my mancunt..I was almost erotic 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 rooster and testicle clean ... it smelt of BO, cum, and some of my ass juices ... .it was choke off but I listened as I did n't think I had much of a choice. I was so weak and drunk I really do n't remember how many guys there were I lost count after 10 ... .I laid here taking prick from both goal and all I could believe about is `` sanctum dirt these guys are breeding me like I am an animal '' and the pale role was my cock was rock strong ... ..soon they were finished and I was almost lifeless 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 shtup 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 trail to the Mexicans and let them take in our sloppy second gear ... ... they carried me through the woods and we came upon the 2nd overpass where instead of all black bozo it was all Mexican bozo ... they walked up and hold me down on a mattress and said have fun amigos, he is a honorable short whore. Our present ...

It was like being a composition of raw nitty-gritty thrown into a lion den. before I could even strike they were swarming over me. They lined up and Ernst Boris Chain fucked me from both ends ... much smaller shaft and my pharynx and ass were so hold out out I could barely palpate them but it seemed like an eternity ... .then they all let and I laid there covered in cum and weewee, I stood up and cum guessing out of my gaping ass as I could not halt it back. My mind began to freak at the amount of cum running down my legs. I farted and mickle and spate more came out ... ..then it struck me ! Where the fuck were my material ? They were not here ... I stumbled back through the track to the grim cat and they burst out in laughter at the sad site I now was. A guy throw off my function textile at me but they were all soaked in piss ... I had not choice but to put them on and head back to my hotel ... I got into townspeople and had to walk through various blocks with citizenry 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 lineup because my old one was out on the trail somewhere. The guy just stared at me ... .I went to my way and realized it was 3AM.. I had been out there for 6 hours being fucked ... I went into the lavatory, I sat on the potty and yet More cum stab out of my ass. My mind, once so acute was now freaking and heading for a depressive clangor ... .I took a exhibitor and collapsed into bed. I awoke the next forenoon, sore, ass torn and sick to my tummy ... Called in sick to work and set there feeling sorry for myself..I got over it and headed home a few solar day later to Philly. I 'd care to say is was a once in a life experience and a dumb one, but 2 months later I was back in Houston and now the theaters were not cutting it anymore ... .so I went back to the flyover for some more ... .and this started a unscathed new saga of searching out former place like this. bozo who were desperate, rejected by society, smelly, foul and probably not had sex in years ... I could sense all of this in there aggressive fucking and by the loads and loads of hot cum that shot from them ... .It made me orgasm a few times as well. but that is not my intent ... it is to commit joy to others ... ..

The narration continues ... .., And yes this is totally real. Sort of really biography therapy for me because I dare not ever tell a soul of this side of my life .