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By Paco Prado
Now, preference in men for me is much like chicken. I have always liked the dark meat better; you know, thighs, drumsticks and wings. Once in a while I enjoy a good breast breaded and fried with gravy. With my men, I have always liked Latins, then Blacks and black haired, tanned others. I had never had a redhead, 
and it is not surprising because redheads only occur in 2% of the total Caucasian population. The chances of meeting a redhead are diminished and then for them to be gay is even less. They are not abundant, let’s face it.
So, if your predilection is redheads, you are pretty much out of luck. You will be looking for a long time before you can find one even for a casual one night stand…even less possibility for you to find one for a lasting relationship.
But all of that being said; when I had my first redhead, I was totally overwhelmed. This dude was the cat’s meow and then some. I wouldn’t say he was pretty, his face was rather ordinary, not unpleasant either, but when he took off his clothes and I was looking at that almost transparent white skin and the color of his armpit hair and pubes, I was so fascinated and attracted to it. Even the cock was different,
you could see the veins in a bluish cord running the length of the penis and the pink head was incredibly alluring.
One peculiarity most redheads have is that their lily white skins are often dotted with abundant amounts of freckles. I think that is not just cute, it is downright sexy. Freckles on a kid are cute, freckles on a grown, handsome adult male are fascinating.
And how about those rosy pink cheeks? Just look at Prince Harry; he has the most wholesome face and it is handsome at the same time. I cream in my pants when I look at the little twirp.
I met Sal at the body builder’s competition last year. I was a judge and he was there because his partner of 4 years was one of the competitors. During one of the intermissions, I went out to the lobby and there he was. He looked over, we locked eyes and I nearly fell to the floor. The guy was so compelling, so overwhelmingly Alpha. To say he was butch is an understatement. Immediately after we locked eyes, he did not break the 
lock, he just very assertively walked over to where I was and shook my hand: “Hello, my name is Sal”.
Me- “ugh, aah, mmmh, my name is Paco”
Obviously I was still swept off my feet and it took me a while to get up and be coherent. That was the effect this guy could have on people. He was overwhelmingly impressive. He wasn’t particularly handsome as I said, nor did he have a fantastic body. His partner did, but then again, he worked on his body as much as six hours a day, so Sal told me.
I wasn’t expecting to even get a date with him, because as he explained it to me, he and Bernie had a thing going, so I just gave him my card. I never expected Sal to call me. Now I know why. It seems that Sal and Bernie were on the last legs of a 
very shaky relationship. Sal being a top, Bernie was having some identity problems. With a large body and muscular development he had, he also had a hang up about being a bottom, but the poor bastard only had four inches and it is hard to be a top with so little ammunition. In any case, Sal called about a month after the convention and reminded me who he was, in case I could not remember. (how can I forget? I nearly fell on my ass when we locked eyes)
Sal wanted to meet for drinks. I guess it was a roundabout way of asking me for a date.
I remember a song this girl named Debbie who was one of the ”Young Americans” and she sang: “It takes a red headed man to make a long time woman feel bad” And I guess as jaded and as much as I have been around the block, the words to that song amply apply in this case. I swear that for the first time since I was a youngster having my first sexual encounters with Ronaldo, the body builder that sort of “brought me 
out”. I used to get butterflies in my stomach whenever I was to meet with him to have sex. Even when he walked into the gym I would get flustered.
Rather than meeting at some bar, we met at his house and he went behind the bar after greeting me with a wet kiss, and fixed drinks for us. He didn’t even ask me what I drank, he was right on the money though, he fixed me a black Russian. How did he know?
I may have mentioned it in passing and now forgot I said it. But as he was behind the bar he starts to shed his clothes. Sal meant business and he was getting ready. He did his little strip for my benefit and I was eating it up. My dick went into overtime the minute he pulled off his shirt.
Sal- “Why don’t you take off your clothes too, make yourself comfortable…besides, I want to look at your beautiful body”
So I started to undress across the room and Sal didn’t miss a beat. I swear he was eating me with his eyes. My erection was now at its fullest and when I took off my pants his eyebrows went up and his mouth dropped open.
Sal- “You didn’t tell me you were so well endowed”
Me- “I thought you knew, perhaps you had seen some of my movies”
Sal- “No, I never look at porn films…I have far too much sexual activity as it is, if I look at a porn movie, I would be wanting to jerk off and fuck for the next two weeks, it affects me that way”
He was standing in front of me totally naked and with a sizeable dick that was as hard as rock. This boy was testosterone ridden and ready to unleash his sexual desires on me.
He walked over and it was sort of slow motion, he came close enough that the first part of our bodies that made contact was our dicks. There was a little bit of a fencing kind of match as our cocks were swaying from side to side and hitting each other. It felt downright sensual.
Then he embraced me and pushed his cock between my thighs and that too felt wonderful. The kissing didn’t start yet but he then moved his hands to my rump and caressed ever so gently my ass cheeks. He was after my ass without a doubt. Once he kissed me, I was a gonner. He could kiss and I had to come up for air, because he was relentlessly invading my mouth with his tongue.
All this while, I was inhaling his manly scent. He was not using any deodorant and you know what? I think redheads smell different than darker hair people. It is a sweeter, more pungent scent, all the more attractive and stimulating. I was now intent on going after his armpits. All I needed now was a little encouragement and his complicity. And he anticipated my need. He was well aware of my fetish because he said: “go ahead, lick my armpits, you know you want to”
That was music to my ears, as he raised both arms and allowed me access. I was now licking and sucking on both pits, and I was fulfilling my most ardent desire. Then he laid on the floor and raised his legs saying: “now, eat my ass, you wanted that too, but don’t get any ideas, I don’t get fucked, I’m gonna fuck you”
I obeyed, I started to suck his cock a little and then his balls, with his legs raised like that, the only logical destination for my tongue was his ass crack and on to the 
pucker hole. If the armpits smelled and tasted good, the asshole this guy had tasted even better. It was a combination of musk and sweat and his overly active hormones producing all that testosterone translated into a very sweet ass.
When a prudent amount of time had gone by after a lot of moaning and outward demonstrations of the pleasure I was giving him by rimming his ass, he made me stop and then turned
the tables on me. He started on my chest, traveled to my armpits which by now I knew would be ripe and smelly and he just ate it all up. It was as if he was a bigger armpit fetish queen than I.
After a while he followed my hair highway that traveled from my chest, making a stop at my belly button and on to its final destination: my crotch. This boy buried himself in my pubes, sniffing, probing, licking and just enjoying my pubic hair. And the inevitable cock sucking came and he was able to accommodate my eleven inch cock in his mouth. He did not go all the way down but he was providing me with 
enough pleasure as he was also sticking one, then two and then three fingers in my pucker hole while he sucked me.
When Sal thought I was ready, he straddled my legs to his shoulders and positioned himself under me to begin penetration. He was not that large, his cock was about 7 ½ to 8 inches, but what he could do with that cock! It went in without much resistance and it wasn’t long before he was just pumping away. He had a very
peculiar technique: it was like he would do four or five very fast thrusts deep inside then he would pull out slowly and go back in also slowly to commence the fast thrusts again. It would not have been that different had he not been hitting my prostrate just at the right angle and with those short, fast movements, the stimulation was more 
than enough to send me over the edge.
Me- “ah, ah, ah, oh, shit, shit, ah, ah, ah, oh fuck, ah, ah. Oh man, oh, yes, fuck me, fuck that ass, oh, oh, I think I’m gonna shoot, ah, ah, aaaaaaaahhhhhh” And it blew like a geiser, spurt after spurt of white jizz, up in the air, way beyond my head and some on my face, a total of thirteen abundant man juice streams that he did not waste a moment to lick off my body and face and then he unloaded his very virile and macho juice inside my ass.
After Sal, a long time passed before I had another redhead in bed, then as the years went by, I had quite a few, amazing if you consider the possibilities. Only a very small percentage of the population is redhead and then only an even smaller percentage of those redheads are gay. But since I am hell bent in having sex with every available man in this country and other foreign as well, it is bound to happen that I would find a redhead now and then.
Source: http://dailymishmash.com/2009/friday-eye-candy-sexy-redhead-men-edition/
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