Why you should never cam

Every time these thoughts entered my mind my asshole would tingle. It would expand and relax as if it knows that I want to be penetrated. I was no longer a man because I can no longer control my urges. I felt like a cock hungry slut. All I wanted were cocks, big white cocks around my face. Hitting my glasses. Rubbing their wet head on my cheeks. Guys grabbing my head and sliding their massive thick cocks into my awaiting mouth. Rolling my tongue and eagerly sucks on their shafts. I wanted cocks deep down my throat. I wanted cocks to slap my face. Most of all, I wanted to ride a massive cock that will split open my wet loose asshole. Riding back and forth upon my rectum fills with pleasure.
“Fuck me! Why won’t someone fuck my and fill my ass?!” I yelled out staring in front of my computer in a trance like state with no awareness of my surround and with only cocks on my mind.
Mr. Big
Living across from my unit was an interesting man that was incredibly shy. I didn’t even know his name until two months after I moved into the apartment. We were only living 2 meters apart yet I have never heard him scream, cry, talk, or fuck. In fact, I was pretty sure he wasn’t even living here for most of the time until I bumped into him in the stairways.
- Hey, how is it going neighbour?
- Not too bad. I am just on my way to school. What about yourself?
- Nothing at all. Hey I heard you last night screaming. Is everything okay?
My face reddened, my cheeks blushed. – Oh god, I hope he didn’t hear me beg for someone to fill my hole at the top of my lungs last night. Oh shit, don’t tell me he actually want to be that person. I was kind of hoping for a young guy, with a six pack and a hung 8 inch cock. Maybe a football player or a returning soldier. Not a 40 year old man living across the hall from me.
- Oh, it was nothing. Just fighting with my parents that is all.
- Alright then. And with these words he left and walked out the building.
Mr. Big wasn’t his real name. His real name was a lot harder to pronounce.