I had just begun exploring the bathhouse scene in Chicago. I was 22 years old, light brown hair, blue eyes, about 5' 10, and weighed 165. It was a Saturday night in July and I was oh so horny.
I made my way to the bathhouse on Halsted. After I found a parking spot, I entered the front door. The line was long, as usual for a Saturday night. There were no rooms available so I settled for a locker. I got my key and towel and was buzzed in.
I went to my locker. I noticed several guys watching me as I opened the lock with my key. I took off my tee-shirt first. Then I removed my sandals. Finally my shorts came off (I wore no underpants). Completely naked I reached for my towel and began to make my way into the facility. My past experiences at the bath had been somewhat mundane. A few gloryhole blowjobs and jackoffs was all I had done. I was determined to make this night memorable.
I walked around for about a hour and noticed little that thrilled me. About my third trip into gloryhole room I noticed a rather large black man following me at a distance. The room has two levels. The top level has a chest level wall with holes in them. It alows men to lean over the walls and display their cocks through the wall. In the middle of the room are two small rooms which have a piece of see through glass between them. Behind the top level wall is another small walled area to escape to. The room also has a TV monitor with various x-rated gay movies showing.
I deceided to make way to the wall. I leaned over to look at the cocks being sucked below. Soon I felt someone reaching under my towel to rub my ass. I looked back and saw the stud that had been following me looking into my eyes for a reaction. I turned around again and let him continue. I watched the fuck film on the monitor as he began to finger my ass. My cock was starting to grow. I turned towards him and reached for his cock.
I was suprised when I felt his huge piece of meat. It must have been 8 inches long and cut. I rubbed it with my hand. He pre-cum dripped on my fingers. I lifted my hand to taste it. He smiled and told me to follow him. I chased after him like a puppy. He walked down the stairs and into one of the two glass partioned rooms. I followed him.
The other room had two guys in it. One small young guy, and one large older guy. The older guy was fucking the smaller guy. The top smiled as we walked in.
A lot. But ya just don't jet around school scooping everybody about it; I'd be dead meat in, oh, like about a day. There's this one buff stud Matt, man, he makes me SCHWING every time I scope him out. I even joined the cross-country track team just to hang with him. Yah, like that worked.
I was wreathing as his strong rough hands held my hips firmly, preventing me from budging as he rammed home his huge cock. I was yelling for him to take it easy. I wanted the fuck, sure I did - but with some style, not like an animal ready for slaughter. That's how it felt, sore and hurting like hell when he shoved it in so deep. "You asked for it, Pete, lad. "Fifty Quid?" he asked.
When I heard a knock at the door. I arose to answer it to see who it could be at such and early hour. As I slowly open the door to my apartment, I was shocked to see who it was. It was a man whom I hadn't seen in many years but recoginized instantly. It was Sydney Bolling. The first man I had ever had a relationship with. It was an ok job. We talked to each other about everyting. I wish she had.
I was taking the subway home, and found myself alone in the subway car. It was 2:30am and at the next stop, a thin guy in his 30's got on and sat across from me. He was wearing a tee shirt and gym shorts. As we rode, I looked him over. He had hairy legs and from the way he was sitting I could look up his shorts and could see his cock resting against his leg.
I considered myself popular and somewhat attractive. I was not at all athletic, but did play some intramurals. It was the third day of school, just fitting in, and finishing the summer stories. The football team was going to begin practice after school, inpreparation for the season. My best friend Steve, whom I had known since first grade, was very athletic and played for the team. come on.
Lucky I did not get aids. Ever since I have gotten off sucking off hung dudes. I was and still am interested in sexy ladies. I was playing with myself in this porno house, and had punched up a pretty steamy threesome video with about $10 worth of quarters. My cock was 2 inches shorter, and big, but not THAT big! I could not resist it. I heard a sigh on the other side. I had to see who this was.
Whatever it is about them, they are the one thing that can make a long, boring highway drive more interesting and exciting. Of course, some are much better than others. The best ones are the old places with plenty of holes in them to see your neighbor. The first stall is the one I always take.
I got there early, the auto center was open before the stores opened. I was stuck waiting in the mall with the early morning "mall walkers". A strange group of johnny-come-lately health nuts, there on doctors' orders. Sort of an all-American McDonald's kid type. "Intense. " I liked his teen talk.
I like it there because they have a free pool table and it's a great way to meet people without having to take them home first. So as I was lining up my shot, I noticed that at the other end of the bar, tucked away in the corner behind the stairs was an old fashioned barber chair and sitting in it was a man with the hugest dick I'd ever seen. It must have been 10 inches.
To continue, I first realized I had gay inclinations in high school, but I didn't act on them (out of ignorance and fear). When I moved out of the old home at age 19, though, I decided the time had come to explore.
You know the one - I think it was started by some dude named Craig. Just for kicks ('cause I'm straight) I opened the postings for men seeking men. Thought it would be funny to see what the local queers were up to. There was a posting on the site for a glory hole. He showed enough reluctance to convince me he was a virgin to this kind of thing.
For example, I found it impossible to stand next to another man in a crowded urinal in case, well, in case. I guess it all stemmed from my mother's warnings about men who were "dirty", as she called them, men who would do bad things to boys if they could. So, I always assumed the worst, even when I was grown to manhood myself.
The car comes to a complete stop and Daniel, a young man in his mid 20's who is arriving home from a rough day rapidly steps out of his car and frustratingly slams the door shut and began to make his way towards his apartment. Shivering in the cold night air, he fumbles around in his coat pocket trying to find his keys.
This day the weather was marginal, leaving me to wonder if I shouldn't tell my passenger that we would have to wait till morning till the front passes. Besides, he was late, and I was tired, hot, and now annoyed as well. He finally showed up, occupying the passenger seat of a tiny red sports convertible.
When I arrived in California, everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off rows of men. I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the time of my life.
As soon as we entered John, (as I later learned his name to be), shut the door but did not lock it. He then removed his towel and hung it over the wall. His cock was gorgeous. I was shaking with nervousness. He just smiled. In a single motion he reached over a ripped the towel from me and dropped it on the cement ground. He then pushed me down to my knees. I looked straight at his big dripping cock.
I took the meat in my mouth and began to suck it. I thought I could never get it all in my mouth. But John wanted more in, so he began to push it down my throut. I gagged but he pushed harder. Soon he had the whole 8 inches down. Then he began to fuck my mouth. I then noticed that the two guys in the next room were really watching us. I never felt so humiliated and horny all at the same time. My 6 inch cock was rock hard and dripping. I wondered what I had gotten myself into.
Then John pulled his cock out of my mouth. He stood me up and turned me around. Then he bent me over and began to finger my ass again. Aside from dildos, I was a virgin back there. I was not sure if I wanted what I knew was coming next. He then pulled out. I heard him spit on his hand and rub his cock. Then he pushed against my ass. I was very thankful at that moment for using dildos the past year or so. Even so, I screamed as he entered me.
After a minute or so I got used to it. Then he began to fuck me hard. I looked and saw the top in the other room looking at John and smiling at the fucking he was giving me. It was then the door opened. I tall thin man looked in the room. I waited for John to tell him to leave, but he instead motioned him in. The guy walked in, shut the door and dropped his towel. His dick was about 7 inches and uncut. He placed his dick in front of me. I turned to look at John and smiled at his bathhouse hoar.
I began to suck the new stranger as John pounded my ass with his cock. I then noticed that the room had small holes in it. Many guys were watching me suck and get fucked.
I began to sense that my two new friends were nearing climax. So I reached down and started playing with my own dick. My precum was dripping on the floor. The guy in front of me began to tense up and grabbed my head by my hair. Then his cum started shooting into my mouth. It tasted so good.
Next I could feel Johns grip on my hips tighten. He screamed and I felt his pulsing cock explode up my ass. It was to much. I started shooting my wad all over the other guys legs and feet.
The smell of cum was all over the room. I looked back and John pulled now shrinking dick from my ass. Cum was dripping out of my hole. He pointed at the mess I had made on the other guys feet and told me to clean it up. I leaned over and licked up my own cum. This caused the guy in the other booth to pull his cock out of the ass he was fucking and spray all over the glass.
John picked up my towel and cleaned his cock with it. Then he threw it at me, laughed and left. The guy whose cock I sucked left too. I made my way back to my locker with my cum and shit covered towel wrapped around me. I noticed other guys smirking at me as I dressed. I never felt so satisfied in my life. I knew my place was as a bathhouse hoar.
That whole thing started on a Saturday afternoon, when I went to visit my friend. I didn't know it at the time, but he, his younger brother and his parents had left early in the morning to go to the beach. The only one at home was Tom, his older bother.
Cum lined the inside of my throat and the cock in my mouth was about ready to give me another tasty load. But I was getting bored and I wanted to go back to the gay bar and have guys buy me more drinks. I was coming down from the beers I had earlier. The man standing in front of me let out a soft moan as I sqweezed on his suddenly twitching member. The man left and I decided to go too.
i was sitting in the kitchen when i heard noises comming from my older brothers room. i went down the hall and listened at the door, sure enough he was banging something, sounded like squeaks and bangs. Thought he was fucking some girl, but boy was I mistaken!
The hill I was on crumbled under me and I felt myself sliding through branches and over rocks as the mud carried me down. All I could do was scream "Help!" knowing there was no one around to hear me. My head hit a tree and I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a cabin. The rain had stopped. A fire was crackling in the fireplace and a warm comforter covered me.
1959 was still a simple time, yet every day was the same as it is today. I had a Black and White TV and Radio. I was sixty and fit enough to handle the boys if they got out of hand. I was sound asleep that first night the of younger boys arrival. I'd heard some strange noises and went to check. I opened the door to the room the two younger boys Jason 13 and Joel 11 were sharing.
There was one a few miles from my house so I hoped in my PU and headed there. A couple of cars were parked in front with a couple more on the side in employee parking. As I entered I was greeted by a lad of about 25 and he asked if he could help me. I told him what I needed and he said they were on the south wall toward the back.
My thoughts began to wander as the Sergeant went over how to fill out all of the Forms. I was impressed with this man. He had dark hair and eyes, and told us he was from Guam. I wondered if I had made the right choice about enlisting in the Army. I knew that it was going to be tough to be a Gay service member - I had lie to get in, but I wasn't sure how tough it was going to be.
When I arrived in California, everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off rows of men. I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the time of my life.
I am a 40 y/o black guy with light complexion, about 5'10", average build. I was staying at the usual place when ever I travel there. As always at night, I was watching one of the porn channels on pay-per-view, and to my surprise they had a gay channel. I've always been curious and fantasized about gay porn, but never did anything about it. About an hour later, there was a knock at the door.
You know the one - I think it was started by some dude named Craig. Just for kicks ('cause I'm straight) I opened the postings for men seeking men. Thought it would be funny to see what the local queers were up to. There was a posting on the site for a glory hole. He showed enough reluctance to convince me he was a virgin to this kind of thing.
The dormitory I lived in was a temporary building , with very small individual rooms, and with a community shower on each of the two floors. One of the first people I made friends with was a guy named Tom. We would get together after we were through studying and shoot the bull for about a half hour, then head for the showers. I had bunk beds, and Tommy slept in the upper.
It was a small town movie house, the only one in town. A local family ran it, two elderly sisters, one middle aged brother. By this time the theater wasn't for first line movies. these you had to go to see two towns over, but they did still show double headers of good movies. This incident happened on the first night I went there.
In my final year as a eagle scout I get to room with this drop dead gorgeous blackhaired hunk of a man. He is hung like a horse and as I find this hidden clearing with a pond near our camp site I think it is a perfect opportunity to see if I can convince him to go skinny dipping with me ;)
Craig was pissed when he went to bed last night. It wasn't so much that he had to work this summer; in fact, he'd planned to look for a job anyway. It was his dad saying it will make a man out of you. He was right though, but not as he intended.
We were on the soccer team together and our lives revolved around soccer. As two best buddies we spent all of our time together. Summer was finally here and as two soccer loving dudes, we were excited because the World Cup was on and we couldn't wait to watch every match together. This year, his parents were out of town and we had made plans for me to sleep over at his place.
Inspired by a sex shop I visited on holiday, where the Arab owner kept trying to sell me erection pills and creams. I've just taken it to another level where things get a bit out of hand.
We were bidding on a contract that required us to put a BBS into place, and none of had any experience with such things. So with my boss's blessing, I sat down to my computer and decided to begin exploring what the BBS board world had to offer. The local computer handout mag had a pretty complete listing of numbers in the back.
Cum lined the inside of my throat and the cock in my mouth was about ready to give me another tasty load. But I was getting bored and I wanted to go back to the gay bar and have guys buy me more drinks. I was coming down from the beers I had earlier. The man standing in front of me let out a soft moan as I sqweezed on his suddenly twitching member. The man left and I decided to go too.
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