On my last trip to Europe I decided to do things a little bit differently than most people. I often like to explore cities on my own taking self-guided walking tours to discover unique joints and people. But this time as I prepared to leave the hotel for my walk, I showed the desk clerk a map of the city and asked him to please point out which areas are unsafe and I should avoid. I like a little danger and I like dangerous men. So with the map marked with red circles around the dangerous areas, I headed straight to those areas. The city has a problem with gangs of skinheads. But this particular day, I was lucky enough to first run into one that wasn't with his gang but was strutting down the street in his skinhead boots and a body to die for, including a pouch at his crotch that really intrigued me. I had to think quick about how I was going to get with this guy. I really wanted to feel his skin against mine. I preferred it be sexual, with him fucking the shit out of me. But if it had to be, it could also be his body against mine as we wrestled in the street and his fist against my abs, my chest and my face if absolutely necessary. I've got the muscles to match this dude, but he had me in height and weight. So I walked into his path and he took this macho attitude and stared right in my face. I asked him if he spoke English and luckily he did, and pretty well. I asked him if there were any men's bars nearby, or sex clubs, if he knew what I meant. "No, what do you mean?" he asked. "You know, places where men go to fuck around, get their rocks off before they go home." I replied. "What? You think I'm a fucking faggot? You a fucking fag, you weirdo?" he asked defensively. "I was sure hoping you were. I'd be happy to buy you a few drinks." "You are a fucking fag weirdo!" "No, really! But I'll tell you something, I can give you the best BJ you've ever had in your life, and breeding my fucking ass would feel mighty fine to you as well. You really ought to think about it" I said to him. "Fuck the bar" he said and he grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me against the front of the nearest building. Then he put his arm around my neck and walked behind me, pushing my body into a thin walkway between two stores toward the back alley. When we got to the back he pushed me to the ground face first. Then he put his boot on the middle of my back and pressed hard. "You fucking fag weirdo. You want fucking man sex? I give you fucking. I give you a fuck that's gonna rip your fucking ass apart. You'll be sorry. You're gonna really hurt after this fuck." And with that, he pulled my shorts down and pulled my ass up so my knees came up a bit and now my ass pointed up. And then he opened his jeans and let one of the biggest cocks I've taken spring out of his jeans. He spit in his hand and rubbed the spit on his cock, then he pressed the head of his dick against my hole and I opened it as I could and then I felt his giant dick slide all the way inside of me. He grabbed hold of my shoulders and he started fucking me, so hard I thought the ground was shaking. When he'd pull back I think he lifted me off the ground. Then he'd plow back down and almost send me into the gravel. He fucked the shit out of me for several minutes, then he fucking erupted inside of me. I could feel pulses of his hot thick cum flowing into my gut and he filled me with his juices. It was incredible. When you get a straight guy mad and convince him to rough fuck you with a lot of anger the fuck is really intense and the load is always bigger and somehow special. When he pulled out he simply spit on me and walked away leaving me laying there in the alley. Being me, I stood up, dusted myself off and went back to the sidewalk out front to continue looking for more trouble in the bad part of town.
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