with the pot-leaf backpacks. yum.

What is the significance of life? What is the significance of doing what we do day to day? Where is mankind going as a whole? We live and so we do. Because we are alive, we put ourselves in motion. There are so many people, so many paths, and yet each of us can only choose one path. So where do we go? What do we do? We are each a leaf, blowing through the winds of life. We look for meaning in the things we do, so that we will have purpose. Life is the blink of an eye.

On Friday morning I cycled out to a local dogging/cruising spot I found when trawling the internet. I wasn't expecting much on a friday morning, but thought I would check it out and maybe return one evening.

I cycled to the woods where it was supposed to be, got of my bike and pushed it along with me as I explored. There was a bit of evidence about, a few empty beer cans, tissues and a couple of condoms. So I thought worth returning to. Just being there with the used tissues and condoms started to stir some interest in my lycra clad crotch. Before starting my ride again I thought I would take a quick piss seeing as it was rather secluded and quiet. I got my cock out, semi erect, and look a piss, enjoying the feeling and having a little stroke. I had just put my cock back into my cycling shorts when I heard a quiet "pssst" behind me.

I turned around and saw a young guy stood there with a very obvious bulge in his jeans, which he was rubbing his hand over. He looked me straight in the eyes and just said "want to take that back out?". Almost involuntarily I lowered my lycra and he was down on his knees taking my cock in his mouth. My cock is rather average sized, but I was still surprised that he took it so deep that he could lick my balls at the same time. After a few moments of sucking he pulled away, and turned me around, parted my cheeks and rimmed my arse. Fuck, as he reached around and stroked my cock I thought I would cum straight away. It wasn't long before he could sense my impending ejaculation, and he spun me back around just in time for me to cum over his face.

He then spoke again, he hadn't said anything else since telling me to take my cock out. "My turn". He pushed me down on to my knees. I pulled open the buttons on his fly as he pulled his cock out. He then thrust his cock into my open mouth. I haven't sucked much cock, and it was a bit of a shock. He held my head and kept thrusting. He groaned each time I gagged and my spit was running down my chin. Fuck, it was making my cock hard again, which made him laugh and thrust even harder. Suddenly he stopped, with his cock balls deep into my gagging mouth. I felt stream after stream of hot cum flow out down my throat. He raised his foot slightly so it touched my balls and I came over his shoe. Fuck, it was so hot, my cock was so sensitive cumming twice so quickly.

He pulled his cock out, wiped it on my face. For fucks sake. He then stood with his legs slightly apart, groaned slightly, and took a big piss. I just watched, I wanted to taste it, but couldn't find the words to ask him to piss in my mouth, so I just watched it splash down onto the leafs.

Finally he spoke again. "10am next Friday". He put his cock away, and walked off with my cum still on his face.

I took a swig from my water bottle, had another piss myself and rode home.

Please can we have a good quality media player in the new year..one that "DOES NOT" downgrade the quality of the video..thank you guys..

If you do I'll send the girlfriend round for one night,she's a really dirty bitch and will do anything..she knows how to suck a cock ,she could suck start a leaf blower.!

It was just before dawn One miserable morning in black 'forty four. When the forward commander was told to sit tight when he asked that his men be withdrawn. And the Generals gave thanks as the other ranks held back the enemy tanks for a while. And the Anzio bridgehead was held for the price of a few hundred ordinary lives.

And kind old King George sent Mother a note when he heard that father was gone. It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll, with gold leaf and all. And I found it one day in a drawer of old photographs, hidden away. And my eyes still grow damp to remember his Majesty signed with his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around. There was frost in the ground when the tigers broke free. And no one survived from the Royal Fusiliers Company C. They were all left behind, Most of them dead, the rest of them dying. And that's how the High Command took my daddy from me.

I admit that for the past 10 years I have been a paedophile. And I have hated my self every day for it ever since. But not anymore, it ends today. I am turing over a new leaf. I am done with that shit.