How did it feel when a tiny cock shot cum on my ass?

Once again, I want to start this blog post by thanking the overwhelming number of people who have sent me support messages regarding the latest conflict in the Middle East.


Many of you have asked me when will there be peace.

Violent conflicts are a part of our world.
Violent conflicts are a part of our world.

Even though a cease-fire was declared last night, the cycle of violence will repeat itself in a few years. The politicians can talk all they want about an "everlasting peace," but it will never happen.


This is the sad reality of this part of the world.


Does it mean that when I meet a Muslim, I treat him as my enemy?


Absolutely not.


I judge people by their actions and not by their religion/race/whatever. Before the recent hostilities started, I had incredible sex with Amir, a 23-year-old Muslim stud with a giant cock.


Here is two-thirds of his seed

The other third is deep in my ass.
The other third is deep in my ass.

You can read how we made love here:

An Arab prince with a huge hammer made love to my ass


Almost every day since he used my hole, Amir has been texting me. He wants to come to my place and for us to fuck in my bed and rooftop jacuzzi.


A few minutes after I woke up this morning, he contacted me again. I was still in bed, waiting for my morning wood to soften so I could pee.


When I saw Amir's first message, my cock started to grow

I'm semi-hard in this photo.
I'm semi-hard in this photo.

The chat that followed made me very horny. I wasn't sure what I wanted more: to pee or cum.


My mind wanted my cock to soften, but my cock was now rock hard.

My cock can't wait until Amir fucks me again.
My cock can't wait until Amir fucks me again.

Amir kept saying how much he adores my smooth hole, ass, and body. He said the sweetest things about how he's going to fuck me the next time we meet.


I masturbated throughout entire conversation, and I knew he was doing the same. True to my nature, most of my masturbation involved playing with my hole and balls.


My balls, ass and hole are more sensitive than my cock.

I finger myself many times during the day.
I finger myself many times during the day.

After 20 minutes of teasing each other by sending nude photos, he told me that he'd just shot his load while thinking of pounding my ass.


I couldn't wait to do the same.


But before emptying my cum-loaded balls, I had to pee.

It took my cock a long time to relax and even longer to pee.
It took my cock a long time to relax and even longer to pee.

While showering, I played with my hole, got hard, and experienced a fantastic orgasm while screaming. I was thinking of the same thing Amir was when he emptied his balls a few minutes earlier.


It was a lovely way to start my weekend.


Afterward, I felt lazy and went back to bed. I was no longer horny but noticed that my cock was still leaking some left-over cum.


I squeezed my cock and licked every drop.

I love the taste of cum
I love the taste of cum

My small, relaxed cock, reminded me of Imad, the other Muslim who'd recently used my hole at the beach. Whereas Amir's cock was a massive 9-inch hammer, Imad's was miniature.


It was so small that when it was flaccid, you could see only the cock head. It looked more like a giant clitoris than a cock.


The man with the giant clitoris/tiny cock arrived 30 minutes after I'd had sex with Nir.


You can read about how Nir and I fucked here:

12 years on, his beautiful eyes & sexy body still excite me


After Nir had left, I hoped to get fucked later that afternoon. However, I wasn't horny when Imad arrived. I was still enjoying the after-orgasm glow…


… and remembering how fun it had been to feel Nir's cum shots on my pecs and upper body.

There's some cum even on my cock!
There's some cum even on my cock!

When Imad started walking in my direction, I was half asleep.


It took Imad a while to get closer.


He took a few steps, masturbated, stopped, and looked at me. This pattern was repeated a few times until he was standing 20 feet away from me.


Maybe it was his tiny, hard cock, that made me treat him differently from other beach trolls.


I looked at Imad and considered my options:

  • I could ask him to leave

  • I could yell at him to fuck off

  • I could offer him my hole (theoretically, of course, since he wasn't my type)

  • I could talk with him


I decided to talk with him.

After eating Nir's seed and mine, I felt so relaxed that being rude to someone as harmless as Imad would have ruined my euphoria.


When I got closer to him, I couldn't believe how tiny his cock was. It must have been the smallest cock I'd ever seen.


How small was it?


His hard cock, was less than half the size of my flaccid cock in this photo.

The guy that fucked me took this photo after we were finished. You can tell how happy he'd made my hole.
The guy that fucked me took this photo after we were finished. You can tell how happy he'd made my hole.

When I started talking with Imad, he stopped masturbating, which was what I was hoping for.


We exchanged a few polite sentences, and then he said: "You're very sexy. Do you want me to put sun-blocking oil on your back?"


I would have been a complete idiot if I hadn't understood that what he meant was: "You're very sexy. Do you want me to play with your hole?"


"Thank you, but I'm OK," I responded.


"I can see that you work out a lot. Your body is toned and athletic," Imad said while observing my upper body, "Your pecs are beautiful."


Imad was right. Except on Saturday, I work out for an hour every day.

I work out naked, but this photo is also for Instagram.
I work out naked, but this photo is also for Instagram.

I smiled, "I do. It's part of my daily routine."


"Do you get a massage regularly? It's good for your body, especially if you work out a lot."


Imad's question took me back down memory lane.


Between April 2018 and June 2019, a masseur used to come to my apartment every two weeks. He was married, in his late 20s, and incredibly sexy.


It wasn’t long before he was madly in love with me.


He used to give me a massage while I was completely naked. He complimented my ass while massaging it and also touched my ball-sack from behind. After a year, he felt brave enough to "accidentally" touch my hard, cum-leaking cock.


You can read more about our love-lust connection here:

"I Love You"


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He had been the last person to give me a professional massage. Imad reminded me of him because he also told me how vital it is to get a massage regularly.


"It's been a long time," I finally told Imad.


"I can give you one," he suggested.


If I had a dollar each time a man offered to massage my naked body for free, I could have retired a long time ago.


I always say the same thing when someone offers to give me a massage:


"I only allow professional masseurs to give me a massage. The same way I go to a doctor for help and don't consult someone who thinks he knows medicine just because he understands how to use Google."


“But I am a professional masseur,” Imad answered with a smile.


That was a first.


"Really? Do you have a clinic?" I inquired.


"I do, and also treat people at home. I have many clients."


Suddenly the idea of getting a massage from Imad seemed quite tempting.


I knew that he was offering it because he was attracted to my body, but, on the other hand, I love getting a massage. Besides, what were my chances of getting one while being naked?


Since I was neither horny nor attracted to Imad, I trusted that nothing would happen. In any case, I wasn't going to let a 1-inch cock enter my love hole.


That would have felt quite ridiculous.


But as for nothing happening, I was wrong…


At first, I laid down and kept my legs close to each other.

I wanted Imad to focus on my back and nothing more.
I wanted Imad to focus on my back and nothing more.

Imad took out the sun-blocking oil and started rubbing it on my broad back with long movements. I could immediately tell that he hadn't lied. He was indeed a professional masseur. It made me feel more relaxed.


Imad felt it too.


"I sense that you are no longer tense. That's good."


I didn't respond. Instead, I closed my eyes and felt spoiled like a fat cat in the sun. Imad was very skilled, and I didn't want him to stop. I guess he was right: we all need a good massage quite often.


When Imad's fingers had reached my lower back, I tensed a bit.


His touch felt so wonderful, and yet I wasn't sure if I wanted his fingers to explore the more sensitive parts of my body. I guess he felt my tension because he worked on my lower back for a long time before daring to touch my muscular ass.


By that time, I felt relaxed, comfortable and remembered how awesome it feels to have my ass massaged.


I spread my legs a bit to signal to Imad that he could also touch my fuckable ass.

I still didn't want him to touch anything but my butt.
I still didn't want him to touch anything but my butt.

In response, Imad poured oil directly onto my ass and started to massage it gently.


Most of the warm oil leaked into my crack and stimulated my hole. I had to stop myself from moaning because the feeling was so awesome.


At first, Imad focused only on my ass cheeks, but occasionally touched my ball-sack. It was just what the masseur who came over to my apartment used to do.


I was flooded with so many erotic, romantic memories of our time together.


Besides the trip down memory lane, each time Imad touched my ball-sack, I felt a pleasure bolt firing into my hole and up my cock.


It made me spread my legs a bit more.


Imad noticed how my body reacted when he "accidentally" touched my balls, and his fingers visited my cum factories more frequently.


Each time his fingers visited my balls, it was a more extended visit. In the end, he took special care to play with each testicle separately.


The sensation was out of this world.


’d smoked a joint shortly before his arrival, so it felt as if he’d been playing with my ball-sack for days. In reality, it must have been no more than 10 minutes.


The end result was that my legs were fully spread.

When I spread my legs like that, it means that I allow access to my hole.
When I spread my legs like that, it means that I allow access to my hole.

I no longer cared that Imad had a tiny cock and that I wasn't attracted to him. I longed to feel his incredible touch inside my love hole.


At first, Imad only played with the outer darker skin around my hole and occasionally pressed my gate to heaven. Each time he put pressure on my anus, I moaned or yelled.


I couldn't wait for him to start fingering my ass.


Imad started by pushing just one finger into my smooth oven. When, instead of objecting, I screamed, he viewed it as permission to keep opening my ass.


My cock wasn't hard because I'd emptied my balls only an hour earlier, but I began to leak precum when he started massaging my prostate.


Each time my cock leaked, I felt a sweet mini-orgasm and released a small yell.


I let his fingers run loose inside my open hole but, even though Imad was working wonders on my body, there was one thing that I didn't want him to do.


I didn't want him to fuck me.


His three fingers that were pressuring my prostate made me feel like I was in heaven. With his other hand, he kept massaging my ass and ball-sack.


I didn't want anything else from him.


After playing with my love hole for a few minutes, Imad pulled my body up. I wasn't surprised that he could lift me the way he did. A good masseur has powerful arms.


Now, I was in doggie and my love hole fully exposed.

Imad positioned himself between my legs.
Imad positioned himself between my legs.

I looked back and saw Imad's cock.


It was hard, but I could tell only because I'd seen it when it was flaccid. I'd never seen such a tiny hard cock.


Imad stopped playing with my anus and just looked at my body. Then he said: "My friend, your hole is the most beautiful I've ever seen!"


"You probably say that to every guy that you treat at your clinic," I teased him.


"I never see or touch a client the way I'm touching and looking at you. And yet, I've seen many holes during my life. Yours is exceptionally smooth and beautiful."


After saying that, Imad was no longer massaging my body.


Instead, he continued to finger-fuck me and play with my balls and, with his other hand, masturbated.


His continued pressure on my prostate ensured a steady flow of precum. Each time it happened, I moaned or screamed, and that made him put even greater force.


I knew Imad was about to cum on my open hole, and wondered how much cum his tiny cock would shoot on my body.


To my surprise, the answer was: "quite a lot"!


Each time Imad was about to cum, he stopped masturbating and instead massaged my ass or balls. But each masturbation pause was shorter than the last.


I knew that he couldn't hold it for much longer.


Eventually, he yelled, and I felt many hot cum shots hitting my ass and hole. Since he continued to finger-fuck me, some of his seed was pushed inside my ass.


"My sweet friend, that was incredible," he said taking his fingers out of my anus. Then he went to the Mediterranean to wash, and I stayed in doggie until he returned and took the following photo.


You can still see some of his seed and my semi-hard cock

My cock's head was as big as his entire, hard cock!
My cock's head was as big as his entire, hard cock!

Imad gave me his business card before leaving. I hadn't doubted that he was a professional masseur, but now I also had proof.


"Come and see me at my clinic after hours, and I'll give you a free message any time you want," Imad said with a smile.


I watched him walking away and tried to think about what had made me give my body so willingly to someone to whom I wasn't attracted to at all.


Then I looked down and saw that I was still leaking cum.

My prostate was still aroused after he'd left
My prostate was still aroused after he'd left

There was my answer:


Imad had managed to make me horny by pressing all the right buttons on my naked body. He'd made my ass take control over my brain, and I hadn't even thought that Imad wasn't my type or that he had a tiny cock.


When he started touching my ass, my brain went to the Bahamas.


Twenty minutes later, I saw Eddie, my beach fuck buddy. He is in his 70s, and I still haven't written about him in detail.


He's more than a fuck buddy. He's also a beach friend.


The short version of our sexual history is that I've known him for a few years. I'm attracted to his hairy body and thick cock. Every beach season, he fucks me a few times.


He is the same guy I talked with before fucking with Amir.

An Arab prince with a huge hammer made love to my ass


I could detect it was him half a mile away because of the way he walks. I was sure that he was coming over to fuck me.


My hole was still loose from Imad's fingers, and I felt that getting fucked by Eddie's terrific cock would be an excellent way to finish what Imad had started.


I put on a jock because I knew that Eddie gets turned on by it.

Eddie was coming from the south.
Eddie was coming from the south.

When Eddie came over, he didn't fuck me...


...instead, he told me how his life was completely fucked…


…to be continued...


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