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.
I was running in The Four by Hundred and Ten Yards Sprint Relay, the last track event of the afternoon. By the time that we got on the track most of the crowd and competitors had already gone home, the weather was so bad. I was running the second leg, so after the gun went off, I waited for my team mate to pass me the baton. When he did, I ran with the rain in my face making it difficult to see.
Call him what you will - cock, prick, pecker, cherry-capped dangler, knobbly ape - he is the source of most of the pleasure of my waking hours. And in fact of many of my sleeping hours too. I swear he never sleeps. How many times do I wake up to find him up and throbbing, stabbing the mattress, demanding my attention once more? He is so faithful. Sometimes I chide him gently.
Working in close quarters and late hours can be a good way to find out about a person. For him work was the only place to meet guys. His latest frequent sexual companion was a man named Hank Jefferson. They had been friends first and then lovers. They fucked often, but neither one wanted a commitment.
Once I finally arrive at the front door, the wife and kids take my time until I finally crash at the end of the day in a big bed by myself. The wife may keep me busy, but she does nothing to keep me happy, and we haven't slept together in years. Hell, that's why I started looking at men in the first place
I showed up about 9:00 pm and paid my seven dollars to get in. I can't remember what movies were playing, it didn't matter, I wasn't really there for the films. I really love going there, it's totally dark and very sleazy. I'm surprised it hasn't been shut down by now, but as long as it's open, I'll have to keep going. Actually, it's not that I love going there, it's more like I have to go.
How the fuck could we lose? We were the #1 ranked team all season. No one even came close to us. And we lost 2-3. I left the field before the rest of the team and headed to the locker room. The whole school was there. I could see the mascot and the geeky science kid that was apparently his handler. I don't know if he liked animals or just hated sports. Fuck that little bitch.
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 down at the river tubing for most of the day (summer school frolics) and could not get the images of semi-nude college kids running around. My girlfriend had gone home for a week to attend her sisters wedding and I had gotten stuck at school during exams. Something really kept gnawing at me.
It was about 2 in the morning, and I hadn't had any luck with the schmoes at the bar, so I decided to see if there was any cruising action going on at a local park. As I headed towards my car in the lot, I caught a glimpse of a white Mercedes sedan pulling in. Inside was the hottest black guy I'd ever laid eyes on. If I turned around now and went back in, it would be too obvious it was for him.
It started out as an innocent way to spend a Sunday morning but turned out to be something a lot more exciting. The match did not run particularly smoothly and the last thing I really felt like doing was having a shower but the large selection of muscular naked male bodies made me re-consider my plans.
When I was a sophomore in college, I had hardly fooled around at all with any guys, even though I knew I wanted to. I must never have given off the gay vibe since although I was good looking and had a nice body. I used to working out with my roommates on the varsity crew team. Nobody EVER hit on me, and I was too shy or tense or whatever to put the moves on anyone else.
Not really wanting to hang around to do more work, I decided to go home and get online. When I got home, I logged on to various chat sites, and as I was cruising, I looked out the window and saw the mailman delivering the mail. I thought to myself that this was pretty odd for 3:30 in the afternoon, so I looked out to double-check and I realized -- this was not my regular mailman.
Recent laws have pretty much shut all glory-hole video stores, but if you look hard enough you can find them. I had stopped at a few places, but they either had security cameras or some local idiot watching over you. Well, I finally found the place, about 20 miles out of town in the burbs. Very small sign, open 24 hours the usual stuff.
As I drove by the adult bookstore, I noticed a really hot number get out of his pick up and head for the front door. The man was in his late-forties with blondish-grey hair & thick meaty arms. He was a short dude; about 5'6" with a dark blonde moustache and a solid stocky body and as he reached the door of the bookstore, he stopped to look up and down the street.
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.
On a bright sunny day JD, the football jock, suggests that Andy joins him for a bit of swimming. Without swim trunks they go on their way to the lake and JD soon discovers just how innocent Andy is, but oh so eager to try out new things!
Heres my fantasy. Im at the gym getting ready to hit the showers when all of a sudden a cavalry of black guys walk in and begin to tear off the clothes revealing their hot bodies and even hotter cocks. To them, Im an outsider, being white with a six inch cock instead of these huge man mountains, all of whom have massive throbbing black members. Another black man massages my cock underneath.
Her new man was already living at her place along with his twenty-three year old son, Jason, who would soon be my step-brother. I was pleased for her. She had been lonely for a long time after dad had died and I had left home to take a job in New Jersey soon after. I asked my mom what my step-brother-to-be was like and she told he was a jock and he was into body building and wrestling.
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.
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The sleek black machine sped along the macadam, hugging the tight curves and cruising over the long straight-a-ways. My destination? Nowhere. Everywhere! I was on my own; free. No questions to answer; no explanations to make up; no strings attached. There were no regrets. A few happy moments to remember.
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.
He stood there looking like Mr. America. And so boyish in his hair cut and face. I'd seen him several times before but he never gave me a tumble. I don't usually jack with the door open but I must have been extra horny and did this time and I loved jacking in front of him. I seldom get hard in front of guys but I had a good hard with him watching. He acted as if he didn't watch at all.
My eyes followed as he moved and began to lift the weights. Pretty impressive. He was pretty strong, stronger than me. I noticed his shoulder were also broader than mine, though it was difficult to say for sure with his loose clothes. I wanted to get to know him.
As I was getting out of the shower, someone started knocking on the door. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the door. When I opened the door, I don't know who was more surprised. There standing at my door was Mark, dressed in a very tight pair of jeans and a muscle shirt. I had been lusting over him in my jack off dreams for months. He is smooth from his neck down.
Randy is twenty-two and as you would expect is in incredible physical condition. He has boyish good looks, but his most outstanding trait is his outgoing personality. Randy is about 6' tall with a head of thick sandy colored hair.
True, I wasn't interested in girls, but I thought that cause I was so dark-skinned, I was too ugly to attract a guy. Everybody was always interested in the white boys first, then the Latinos, and maybe some other guys. The black girls were all into the light-skinned brothas and well, it seemed logical that if I wasn't the only fag in school - they would find me least attractive.
He shifted nervously, not knowing what to do next not really sure what would be expected of him. He looked about 16 or 18 years old; it was hard to tell his exact age. Black boys tend to age well; but they also grow sexually mature and adventurous early.
There was an area on nearby Lake Travis that was known for nudity. I'd even gone there once with my wife and enjoyed the nudity. There is something about being naked in public that I enjoy a lot. It is still there and I believe you can still go nude but now its a county park called Hippie Hollow Park. I'd heard that there was a gay section of the park. Those boulders were covered with naked men.
I rushed in the house and must have barely shut the door, I forget. The cats were appreciative, as always, for their mid-afternoon treat, then I bounded up the stairs, undressed, laying everything out on the bed to be put back on, except for the my shirt; Ill put on a freshly ironed one for the event, I thought. I hopped into the shower, turning the water on lukewarm, then cool.
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."
I was nervous, but excited, and I hoped that someone would open the door. Maybe I'd better start from the beginning. My name is Bobby, and for the past several months, I've been developing a side to my sexuality that I didn't know existed. Sure there had been signs, but I guess I must have overlooked them. I'm talking about sex with other men. And I need sex! I've always known that.
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.
I made a quick check, none ot the booths were occupied since it was a bit early, so I decided to just wait it out. This place had a big room on one side, no doors, and no videos, just a very dark room where sometimes guys would just let it all hang out and wait for a cocksucker to come and do his thing. As I went through the door, my eyes caught sight of a real hunk slouched in the doorway.
It seems that the largest cities only have a few adult bookstores and the city Fathers, in all of there wisdom, had the stores take the doors off the booths, cover the gloryholes, and install video surveillance. Bummer. We have to go to L. A. or S. F. We would come to my house after school, before my parents came home and suck each other for what seemed like hours at a time.
I had been working out all year long and been taking a full school schedule. It was my first year of college and things had been going really well. I had decided to come back and stay with my parents for the summer to save on money. I noticed there was a new neighbor next door who must have moved in after I had graduated from high school. After a run we start talking and decide to work out together.
Usually there's a guy in each car, usually older, usually drinking and scoping out the trickle of truckers in and out. But tonight, all but one car was empty and since it was a chilly night, there was only one place they could all be. I parked, got out, walked in. None of the above.
Much as I hate the chore itself, after-hours at the local laundromat MORE than compensate for the inconvenience!! The owner is a Korean guy named Kim, a short, slim, but solid little fellow in his early 50s. His jet black hair is flecked with grey, and that, combined with his bifocals, gives him a very distinguished, scholarly look. Kim puts on the radio, and Korean music starts playing.
After being seduced by a old fat man then blackmailed and turned into his little girl I was addicted hypnotized into letting old men use me. I would sneak out at night from my mom' house and go cruising at the park dressed in panties short shorts cut off t-shirt.
On my way home from the local bar, I stopped at a park where I know action can be found. I had been craving cum for weeks. I walked around a bit and a guy asked what I was doing there.
I didn't waste any time, got to my knees and sucked that cock until it's was rock hard. Man he tasted good, combination of salt and piss made me harder than I have ever been.
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