Here's an example of what goes on in gay bathhouses. This is a true story! A few years ago I ran into this black dude who gave me the best fuck of my life. It was at Rogues bathhouse in West Hollywood. Rogues had an upstairs and downstairs with the downstairs being mostly little rooms, glory holes and a large maze with mirrors you could get lost in.
I checked in about 10 PM on a Saturday night and the place was still relatively uninhabited. I rented one of the little rooms which was about 6'x10' with a mattress, mirror running the full length of the wall, and light with a dimmer. Nothing much else in the room.
After undressing I wrapped a towel around myself and went out "cruising" the downstairs to see what kind of action was taking place. As I turned down an aisle that led to the maze I passed a well-built black guy. He was in his late-20's, about 5'10" and had obviously been working out for some time. He was wearing only a pair of red gym shorts with an enormous bulge in front as they strained to keep his basket constrained. I thought I was going to cum right there and then. I walked past him and he turned and glanced back as I disappeared into the maze.
I continued cruising the bathhouse for another half-hour or so. Once in a while I would get a glimpse of the black guy at a distance down a corridor here and there. He would always glance back with a serious look on his face but then vanish into the depths of the convoluted downstairs floorplan. I kept thinking about the huge cock trapped inside those red gym shorts.
They had purchased an old hotel in the Catskills, where we would go for training seminars in the main rooms, and we were each given a private hotel room. This was an older type hotel, with private rooms that had adjoining bathrooms. We kept the doors closed and knocked before entering.
I am married and have an eight-year-old son and 10 year old daughter. And by the way I am very attracted to young smooth boys (18-19). I rarely, maybe every two to three years, am involved sexually with boys, but I am always fantasizing about them when I jack off. This story is about one of those rare times that I got involved with a boy.
There were all these sexy young girls there, each of whom I wanted to fuck for hours. I hit on a few of them, and got every one of their numbers. I was used to this, being the sexy jock that I am. I was completely trashed by the end of the night, so my roommate, Brad, and me called a taxi to take us home. It was a miracle we made it up all three floors to our dorm room.
We moved together nose to nose, we both tilted our heads to the right slightly and our lips made contact. I opened my mouth licking his lips, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues touched, I continued to invade and explore his mouth with my tongue. I moved my hands up around his back, and he did the same, pulling each other closer.
It was only dinner time as well. My head was still spinning from the lesson I'd just been in so I decided I needed to take a walk before heading home to do some home work. Near my college is a large park and I enjoy walking round it. I'm alone, it's so big that you rarely bump into anyone else. I waited.
Prior to that I knew the basics, but little more, since I lived in a smaller town just outside the city. The daily commute wasn't more than about fifteen minutes, which was tolerable. I always drove a cube van, just a delivery truck like couriers use, and I usually drove alone.
I had become worried that my conservative family and friends would discover that I had been sexually submitting myself to a black man. I tried but could not stop thinking about Derrick working me over with his hot black dick and gave in to my animal desires. I rang the bell to his place and to my surprise a cute 20-something blond guy opened the door. "Hi I'm Kyle. They're expecting you.
I peeled off my clothes and threw them into my locker, and walked naked to the shower room, my towel slung over my shoulder. Once there, though, I had a rude shock. The hot water was broken. So I took a quick cold rinse, and headed for the sauna. Once inside, I leaned back and let the hot moisture caress my body.
I am a graduate student in a university located in a major metropolitan area. I'm 24 years old, I would say I'm fairly good- looking, and I work out regularly. The guy I'm going to talk about next didn't turn out to be my boyfriend, but he is surely the most gorgeous guy I have ever met, and the sex we had were, oh,. The swift movements of his muscular legs and arms evoked energy and power.
Natick, Massachusetts, is in the middle of fucking nowhere, and I was quite sure they still defined "gay" as happy. It wasn't until my third day there, on my lunch-break, that I happened to have some extra time to kill and wandered into the little shopping center across the road from where we were having classes. While there, I had to take a leak. and I do mean LOTS. I tapped back.
He was the greatest guy ever. I mean he looked like a damn god, with his tousled hair and those perfect arms. God, just imagining those arms, those big strong arms, gives me a hard on. I plant a spy camera at his house. After a few weeks of watching him jack off, I decide to take it to the next step. I had read about a potion that makes people horny for sex, and I mean crazy for it.
I had finished my exams after my second year at college the day before, and felt well pleased with myself. I decided to spend what little money I had left on a trip to the nearest beach, mainly just to watch some of the cute ass out there. So there I was a slightly disheveled figure waiting for a train.
I'm sitting in the back seat, bored and miserable. This was supposed to be a nice trip, just me and my dad, going to Mississippi to visit my aunt. Instead I have become an alibi again. Little did I know that I would meet someone that would make it wroth my while, and it is not a girl!
Yesterday, several freshman had moved into the hall. I live on a first year floor, but I'm a junior. Anyway, there were about five new people. I was sitting in my room, and one of them knocked on my door. I told him my name and offered him a seat. I have a single, so we talked for a while.
I began visting video places when I traveled looking only at heterosexual videos. I came across some with glory holes, but immediately left if someone came in the other booth. Then one day I got curious. I knelt to see what ws on the other side and the guy next door showed his cock to me. I was mesmerized. I rocked back on my heels and he shoved his cock through the hole. I was spun around.
He had found an old journal that had belonged to an ancestor. The name one the outside of the tattered journal was Oliver Jefferson IV. It didn't take long for Hank to sit down and begin reading the diary-- "My name is Oliver Jefferson, the fourth. I write this diary for no one other than myself. I am 69 years old, set to turn 70 in just a few days.
We started talking but by this point I was in a really bad mood and not very talkative, and I explained this to him and said that he sounded nice and that I would like to talk to him again but I was going to sign off now. So I offered him my email and my chat screen name so he could keep in contact, but then he tells me he doesn't have a computer and that he's at a friend's house.
I really wanted to have sex with a black guy, but I never had the opportunity. I hang with black guys, but they are all straight. I love cock. I met Leon through these same friends of mine at a barbecue. He was somehow related to one the guys I hang out with. He was six foot two and weighed about 200 lbs. He was very built and had dreads in his hair which was a major turn on.
I spent most of my time wandering through the maze although I bumped into mirrors many times trying to grope my way in the extremely dim light. Not many people had arrived at the baths yet and I often was alone in the twisting hallways. Deep inside the maze I made a turn and suddenly the black guy was squarely before me. I don't know why I didn't see him coming, maybe it was the dim light or maybe the arrangement of the mirrors. I stood there in front of him, almost frightened by his presence. After an eternity of seconds had passed I looked straight into his eyes. He had the same serious look on his face he had worn all night. I reached out slowly and felt the bulge in the front of his shorts. He stood motionless with his arms at his sides. I rubbed his basket with my hand and felt his dick getting hard. It seemed like if it got any bigger it would rip those shorts into tatters.
Having succeeded in getting this far I slowly got down on my knees, my towel still draped around my waist. With both hands I massaged his basket, working his dick over to one leg hole. He stood motionless as I pulled the cock head out. It was immense and I leaned forward to lick his half-hard rod.
Up 'till now we had not talked. I got back to my feet, my hardon sticking through the towel around my waist. I told him I had a room and we could go there for privacy. He nodded in approval. We wound around out of the maze and then down the hallway to the room. I opened the room with the key strapped around my wrist, turn on the light very dimly, and we went in and closed the door.
The room was so small there almost wasn't space enough for both of us while standing up. I got down on my knees again and pulled the waistband of his shorts down. His cock sprang free and I pulled the shorts down and off over his feet. Here he was, this black well-built stud, standing naked in front of me with a hardon just inches from my face. His hard dick was even bigger than I thought it would be. It looked like one of the monster dildos for sale in porn shops. It must have been a full 11 or 12 inches long and was thick in proportion. I thought how little my 7" cock must look compared to this whopper.
I grasped his cock with both hands and began to suck on the mushroom head. As I worked on his cock with my mouth I could taste his precum oozing out onto my tongue. His cock got harder and seemly bigger as I sucked, cramming as much into my mouth as I could. I was horny as hell and wanted to get fucked by this monstrosity but was not sure I could get this huge dick up my ass.
I reached over and grabbed a bottle of poppers and took a deep whiff, then decided I'd give it a try and see if he could get that big fucker up my butt. The poppers hit me suddenly and I opened some lube and massaged it over his throbbing hard rod. Standing up again I looked him right in the eyes and whispered "fuck me." Then I climbed face down onto the mattress, my ass waiting for his giant dick to invade it.
He got up on the mattress on his knees and bent over me, his dick sliding in my ass crack. I could see his body silhouetted in the mirror and smelled his sweat as he lowered his body over mine. His cock was sliding between my buns, probing for the hole to enter. I watched in the mirror as he worked at finding the entrance to punch inside and could feel his dick head pressing to invade my ass. I still wasn't sure if I could take this big dick but I had to try. I reached around and grasped his lubed cock and positioned the head right against my asshole.
We were motionless for a moment, then he pushed slowly and I could feel his dickhead stretching my butthole open. When his mushroom head was almost ready to slip inside I watched in the mirror as he shifted his weight to his outstretched arms. Then he gave a forceful push and his cock rammed deep into my ass. My butt felt like it was being split open by his thick pole and I watched in the mirror as he gave successive pushes to see how deep he was able to get it in. My ass muscles were squeezing around this fucker and I watched in the mirror as it went further and further inside my butt.
He finally got it all the way in and I felt like I couldn't go on with this big of a dick fucking me. But I took one more hit of poppers and once more whispered "fuck me." He began a rhythmic motion pushing his cock in and out of my stretched hole, slowly at first but building up in speed. I continued to whiff poppers and was lost in intense sensations as I saw this dude reaming my ass while I watched in the mirror. He was supported by his outstretched arms and the toes of his feet as he raised and lowered his body on top of me. His eyes were fixed on my ass and he watched his big rod go in and out of my butt hole.
I don't know how long we continued but as we proceeded he breathed faster and faster and sweat dripped off his body onto mine. I arched my back and positioned my butt so his dick could invade my ass to its full length on each stroke. The poppers somehow allowed me to accept this fucking as I'm sure I could never have taken it without them.
He pounded my ass with faster and faster strokes, each one pushing hard to get as deep as possible. His piston was reaming my butt and I felt my ass muscles squeeze around it, sucking it in as far as I could get it. He groaned with the exertion and suddenly I felt his cum blast inside my ass guts in a hot explosion as he gave deep thrusts inside me. Time and time again he rammed his cock as deep as he could as he ejaculated more hot jizz inside my butt. Finally he stopped, motionless with his cock still inside my ass. I felt my butthole relax now that the pounding had ceased.
Out of breath, he got back up on his knees, his half-hard cock withdrawing from my ass. I turned over on my back and my own stomach was slippery with precum and sweat. I looked straight in his eyes again and he still had the same serious look on his face. Looking at his arched dick, dripping with cum, I started to jack off, my own legs locked together by his knees and body towering above me. I knew it wouldn't be long before my own cum would be shooting all over me. Motionless, he watched me as I jacked off. Then he leaned forward, pushing his half-hard cock into my mouth while I jacked my dick rapidly. I sucked the cockhead and tasted the cum still on his cock. I knew I was going to cum and groaned in anticipation. My jizz shot against his butt and up his back as he leaned over my face and I sucked his big dick.
It was over! We both laid still for a minute or two and I realized I had never heard him speak. The few words of conversation we had had were all mine. I asked him his name, it was Leon. "Hi Leon, I'm Toby" I said. He got up and stood on the floor, reaching for the red gym shorts. I told him to wait since my cum was splattered all over his back and ass. I took my towel and wiped his back, then got down on my knees and cleaned the cum off his butt with my tongue, driving my tongue inside his ass crack to taste his butt.
He pulled on his shorts, and with the same serious look on his face, signaled goodbye, opened the door and walked away. I wrapped the towel around me and headed upstairs for the showers.
From where i come from you don't really see that many people on the streets after dark. I finally ended up with a hotel room close to Grenwich village; a place that i finally thought i could find a safe haven in the gay lifestyle. I checked into room 934 so i could grab a shower, something i needed more than anything at the moment.
He was hired back in January, and he caught my eye, bundled up in a varsity letter jacket, shoveling snow from the walkways. When spring came, his attire changed to a orange v-neck baseball shirt and a red baseball cap, jeans and light brown Timberlands. Bryan was short, rather short, just 5'5", and that sizzled my desires. I'm a tall guy, 6'4", and I really dig short guys.
The elderly surgeon's voice seemed to echo from between the cheeks of my buttocks. I gulped as his finger forced open my sphincter and went where no man had been before. His Registrar was a hunky young guy named Osbourne. He gripped my shoulders and whispered reasuringly to me. "Won't take long". He was so close I could smell his aftershave.
Left about five minutes ago" "Did he say where?" The coach and his wife laughed. It was a stupid question, after all we were driving across the desert, on three sides of the motel was flat rocky sand and knee high shrub so if Luke'd gone that way you'd have to be blind not to see him. That left the half-assed rocky hill across the interstate. The desert sucked.
I went to a mens room at the end of the mall, that didn't get much traffic. The place was empty so I sat in the last stall which luckily had a large glory hole. I was sitting there for a few minutes when I heard the mens room door open. Someone came in and walked toward the stalls and entered the stall next to mine. I watched through the hole as he pulled down his pants and boxers. I said yeah.
I had been straight but curious all through college, but, aside from a j/o experience with a friend, I had never been with a guy. But this was my wild year, living on my own in the Big City, and I was determined to make the best of it. I had been to a couple of gay clubs before.
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.
We drove from London to Norwich, took over our motor cruiser, and sailed down the River Yare towards Breydon Water. That evening we moored up at Reedham where we intended to spend the night, and went to one of the riverside pubs for a meal and a few drinks before going to bed.
I was at work awaiting my first patient. You see this was going to be my new business as a masseuse. A man walked in the front entrance and introduced himself to the receptionist. "Hi I'm Brad Phillips.". My receptionist says "Welcome to 'Pleasurable Relaxation' Mr Phillips, have a seat. Doctor Michaels will be with you shortly."
This happened one day on my way back from class. I was driving down the road when I saw a rest stop on the left it was a nice day, so I decided to stop not looking for anything just to relax and walk around a bit. I went in to go to the bathroom and decided to read the writing on the wall.
I have not had a shower for three days. I had developed a strong manly order from the work and exertion of the last few days. I was looking forward to getting back to the truck, get back to town, cleaned up and go cursing town for a man. I am still about a mile from the parking area, when I hear footsteps on the trail ahead of me. I spot through the trees a single man.
Lately I had been spending as much time on my asshole as I had been working on my cock. There is nothing sweeter for me then when I finger fuck myself and I had been using the long, cock sized handle I had taken from a small garden tool.
The kid had his ASU baseball cap on backwards, with the bill pointing down from his very slightly freckled shoulders, along his bare back, to his remarkably trim waistline. From what I could tell, the lucky man getting serviced was good looking. The gloryhole wall concealed his body except from the sternum up. Blond Man smiled at the small crowd, glad to be the envy of the rest of us.
My wife and I were working different shifts and we saw very little of each other. I had had numerous suck sessions with men that I found prowling in the local park or adult arcades and they were all good! I was horny this night, had gotten off work around 10:00 PM and knew that my wife would not want to be woken up for sex. My favorite store was open and busy this warm summer night.
His dad had just helped him to move into his room that he would be sharing with another guy for the school year. The guy on the reception desk had told Joey that he would be sharing with a new guy to the school by the name of Sandy. Suddenly the door flew open with a bang. The two guys looked each other up and down. Sandy's track suit revealed a huge package.
I've been lucky enough to have had it a few times, but most of the time it's just me, a tube of K-Y, and a dildo. Last week, that changed for one incredible night. After a week of being horny every single day and having no opportunity to act on it, I found myself alone on a Friday night; no plans, no obligations, but some spare money and a raging appetite for cock.
I barely even knew the guy; he was my brother's roommate. His name was Tim and my brother threw a going away party for him. He was starting college and would be moving out next week. Although I didn't know him very well, I knew I would miss him. It was quite a party.
Ordinarily on a late-July afternoon, the most frequented "skinny-dipping hole," would be the destination for dozens of guys from through-out the region for a quick swim clothes-free. Young farmers who need an afternoon break to cool off from haying, college students who skip class just to frolic and maybe fuck to relieve stress, and other males from every walk of life.
Last year I began talking to a bi-guy online that I traveled near on business (about 2 hours away from home). On my third trip that way I got up the nerve to call him. He invited me over and we went in and sat on sofa and talked a little. I was 41 and had no experience with a guy, he was 48 and his first time was about 10 years earlier.
It was hot, humid and sticky, and all I wanted to do was stay home in the air conditioning. . . so naturally, a friends have to invite me over for a party. I tried to get out of it, but it didn't work, and by mid-afternoon, I was wandering around Jim and Helen's "estate" out on the Island. Jim was a friend of mine from school who "made it big.
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